๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Adonis Creed x Black!Plus-sized Reader x Dame Anderson
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Angst
๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ก๐ฌ๐ช โ Creed
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ4.2k
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โ You find out
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๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Adonis Creed x Black!Plus-sized Reader x Dame Anderson
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Angst
๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ก๐ฌ๐ช โ Creed
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ4.2k
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โ You find out everything was not as it seems and end up in the middle of Adonis and Damian's mess. Now you have to deal with the emotional fallout of a love triangle.
๐/๐ซ โ The DRAMA that was infused into this chapter... I really hope y'all enjoy it, because there is more to come!
The room is dark as I slowly wake, the sounds of Dame's snoring filling the silence. I can see the sunrise peeking through the curtains as I shift slightly, feeling his arm wrapped securely around me. As my eyes land on his sleeping form, I am reminded of the night we had shared and a shiver runs through my body. I don't move. I just lie there, letting the warmth of his body comfort me and admiring him as he sleeps.
For a brief moment, everything feels perfect. I can almost still feel his fingers gripping my thighs, feel his teeth on my neck, the way he completely wore me out. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it all over again. It's a feeling that's hard to forget. Now, here I am, in his bed and clothed in only a t-shirt of his. I don't know what is to come, but I have good feeling about it.
That is, until reality starts to creep in. I'm reminded of just exactly who this man is. My thoughts wander back to Adonis. Was it only a fling? Did he really mean all that stuff he said? Why did he ghost me? So many questions...
But my eyes fall back on this man I've become tangled with. The night we shared fills my thoughts and I can feel butterflies. He's different, I know he is. Is he really?
It doesn't matter right now. I've got my cheek pressed against his bare chest, listening to his breathing, to his heart. If I have to be delusional right now to stay in this moment of bliss, then I'll do it. I run my hand up and down his muscular torso ever so gently, letting out a sigh.
After a few minutes of this, I feel his hand cover mine and I glance up to see him already looking at me. I shift so that I'm resting my chin on my hand as we gaze at each other.
"Hey, beautiful~" He says, his eyelids still heavy with sleep as he smiles warmly at me.
"Hey~" I say back, returning the smile. "Sleep well?"
"Better than I have in a while." He admits with a chuckle as he pulls me closer to his chest, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sigh contently as I lay my head back down, but then a distant look flashes across my face, which he catches instantly.
"What's on your mind, mama?" Damian asks, his voice low and gentle, he eyes narrowing slightly as he searches my face. He tightens his hold on me, his fingers pressing gently into my skin as if to keep me anchored to this present moment. I take a deep breath and smile again.
"It's nothing... I'm just tired." I reply, attempting to convince him with a grin. Dame's gaze lingers on mine, his eyes piercing as if trying to see past my words. He doesn't buy it, but he doesn't wanna push it either. Instead, he nods slowly, pulling me in for a gentle kiss on the lips.
"You're a terrible liar," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. "But I'll let it slide... this time." He smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. I chuckle in response, thankful he's not digging any deeper.
I lean in and kiss him deeply, my hands cupping his cheeks as a satisfied groan escapes me. Dame's eyes flutter closed as he melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around me to pull me even closer. He deepens the kiss by tangling his tongue with mine as he takes control. The kiss is slow and sensual, filled with a hunger that's more than just physical.
As we break for air, he whispers against my lips, "I'm gonna enjoy having you around like this~" His voice is low and husky, the words sending a shiver down my spine.
"Well, get used to it, cuz I don't plan on leaving this bed anytime soon," I tell him playfully as I shift to sit on top of him, straddling his waist. A wicked grin spreads across Damian's face as he looks up at me, his hands resting on my hips. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me down for another kiss. This one is different, though - It's harder, more possessive. He's asserting his dominance, claiming me as his. I feel a rush of excitement at the raw energy emanating from him, and I respond in kind, our lips and tongues battling in a fierce passionate dance.
I manage to break away slightly, breathing heavily. "Round two??" I suggest, my lips brushing against his. I can see the hunger in his eyes and I just know it's gonna be a long morning.
"Mhm, round two." Damian growls, his grip on my hips tightening as he surges up to capture my lips in another bruising kiss. His hands slide up my sides, bunching the borrowed t-shirt as he goes. In one swift motion, he rolls us over, pinning me to the bed as he hovers above me. His eyes are dark with lust, a predatory gleam in them.
Without warning, he brings his lips down, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down the side of my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roam freely, touching, caressing, staking his claim. The intensity between us is electric and I can't help but arch into his touch, my soft moans begging for more.
Just as the atmosphere starts to get steamy, we're interrupted by a loud, obnoxious beeping. Dame's head jerks up, his eyes flashing with frustration as he glares at his alarm clock. He mutters a few curses under his breath, his chest heaving with unfulfilled desire. He lowers himself onto me, lying there for a moment as he lets out a groan.
Then he lifts himself off me, tossing his legs off the side of the bed. I whine quietly at the sudden lack of warmth, my body craving him. He lets out a low hum as he reaches for the alarm, silencing with a swipe of his hand before turning back to me with a look that's equal parts of hunger and regret.
"I don't want to leave you," he starts, his voice low and rough. "But I have to go. I've gotta get to training soon and I still need to get ready." He pads back over to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, and drops down beside me. He rests his hand just below my buttcheek as I lay down, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "But I'll make it up to you, baby. I promise."
"Mmh, you better." I reply with a sigh as I roll onto my back, sitting up and stretching.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I always keep my promises." Dame gives me a wide grin, his voice laced with a familiar confidence. He watches my movements, his gaze roaming appreciatively over my form. He reaches out, trailing his fingers along my waist in a featherlight caress. "M'already thinking of all the ways I'm gonna make it up to you~" His words cause me to feel flutters in my stomach and I giggle a bit, shifting closer to the edge of the bed.
"Well then, let me put my number in your phone. Maybe you can start making it up to me with dinner." I suggest with a wink. His eyes lock onto mine, a slow smile spreading across his face as he sets his phone down on the bedside table.
"Now that's a plan I can get behind," he says, leaning in and capturing my lips in a soft, possessive kiss. He pulls back, his eyes never leaving mine, and hands his phone to me. "Put your number in there and I'll make sure to text you as soon as I'm done with my training. And then... dinner. Yeah?"
"Yeah~" I reply, taking his phone and punching my number in. He disappears into the bathroom as I tap away. While saving my contact, a notification pops up on the screen from someone named KC.
It reads, 'Yo, I got the pics. Just sent them in this morning.' I don't pay it any mind until it's followed up with, 'Lil Creed gon really feel this one.' I raise my eyebrow and glance toward the bathroom, hearing Dame moving around. I take a deep breath, impending dread rising my chest as I tap the notification to open the message. Scrolling through the chat, I begin to realize that these texts mention me and Donnie quite a bit.
They mention me being at the club last night, describing how I look so Dame will know who I am. It looks like this was all planned out... like last night wasn't just a once-in-a-lifetime interaction. My heart pounds in my chest as I read through the disturbing messages on Damian's phone. My fingers tremble as I scroll, piecing together the implications.
It's finally clear to me that this was all a ploy - me being at the club, our encounter, everything. Damian was in on it all along... Was any of it real? Was this just a game to him? I don't even know what I feel right now. Betrayal, disgust, a hell of a lot of anger. I can't believe- I let myself get used like this...
Just then, the bathroom door creaks open and my grip tightens on the phone. I clench my jaw as Damian emerges, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. There's a warm smile on his face, but it does nothing to ease the fury seeping within my chest. He walks over to the bed, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me.
"Hey, all set?" He asks, reaching for his phone to grab it from my hand. Our eyes meet as I don't let it go right away and I can tell he's noticed the intensity in my gaze. "You good."
"Who the fuck is KC?" I ask in an even tone, but with a subtle warning not to even think about lying. I sense the change in his demeanor and can tell he knows what I saw in his phone.
Damian grabs my hands, either to calm me down or keep me from hitting him. "Look, I- I know how this looks..." He starts weakly.
"You know how this looks, do you?" I repeat, my hands clenching within his grasp. "It looks like I'm a little pawn in whatever fucking game you have going on with Adonis!"
I can see him wince at my words and I immediately try to pull my hands away from his.
"Y/N, wait. Please just hear me out-" He pleads, but I'm not having it.
"What pics does 'KC' have and who the hell did he send them to? And don't fucking lie to me." The look in my eyes says I'm not the one to play with right now.
"Listen, KC is one of my boys. I just had him take a few pics last night... of us at the club..." He admits reluctantly. I can feel the anger rising within me.
"And? Let me guess, he sent them to Adonis? All this was just to throw 'Baby Creed' off his game?" I can see the hesitation on his face as he wants to tell me I'm wrong.
"I'mma be straight with you. I did approach you to try and get with you, because I wanted to show him I could take everything from him, including his girl." He swallows hard as he sees me fuming. "But it ain't like that anymore. I realized that it was a mistake and that I really was feeling you, so I called it off."
"Oh, you called it off, did you? So why's your boy texting you that he sent them already? Huh?" I finally yank my hands away and I get up from the bed, bringing the blankets with me. Damian's expression turns confused.
"That's not right. He didn't send them. I told him not to do it, I sent him a text earlier." He tries to tell me, but I let out a wry chuckle, searching around the room for my discarded clothes from last night.
"I'd double-check if I were you." I suggest in a sarcastic tone, my lips turning into a scowl. I can't believe I let myself get into a situation like this. He unlocks his phone, opening the texts to show me proof of him telling his friend not to go through with it. However, the only thing he sees is a prewritten, unsent message and the confirmation of the done deed.
"It... didn't send." He says under his breath.
"Thought so." I nod my head and start getting dressed, ready to get as far away from him as possible.
Damian gets up, holding the towel up around his waist as he follows me around the room, trying to get me to look at him.
"Y/N, I promise I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Look at me." He tries to touch my shoulder but I pull away from his hand.
"Don't touch me! I can't believe I actually let myself get used like this. I hope you got what you were fucking looking for." I say as I reach for my coat.
"Wait, please. I swear I didn't mean for any of this-" His words are cut off abruptly.
"You didn't mean to lure me in so you could try Adonis's sloppy seconds? You didn't mean to photograph that shit? Or you just didn't mean for me to find out?" I interrogate him, pressing him for an answer.
"Y/N, please, let's just talk about this. I made a mistake, I know. But I'm being for real when I say I feel something between us. I know you do, too. Come on, let's just work this out." He pleads, walking closer and wrapping his arms around me.
I can feel the heat rising within my chest and the angry tears forming at the corners of my eyes. He is right, I do feel something between us. Something that gave me hope after these last few weeks. Something that made me think I could move on from Adonis, but it all just leads back to him. I'm in this mess because of him. Or... is it because of me?
I wouldn't be in this situation if I had minded my own fucking business and hung out with my girls. But I was the one that kissed Dame, knowing exactly who he was and that he knew I was with Adonis, and I made the decision to leave with him. All because I was hurt. I want so badly to lean into his touch and let him hold me, but I can't. I harshly wipe my eyes and hesitantly push him away from me.
"It was a mistake coming here." I mutter as I grab my phone and keys, walking out of the bedroom and heading for the front door. Dame is calling after me, but I don't look back as I open his front door and slam it behind me.
"Y/N, wait!" I hear him call out after me, desperation in his voice. I don't respond, stepping into the elevator and heading downstairs as a tear slips down my cheek.
I get an uber and beat myself the entire ride home, trying not to burst into tears in this stranger's car. So much is going through my mind right now. How could I have been so gullible? What's Adonis going to think of me? Why did this happen to me?
As I get home, I feel my phone vibrating. I furrow my brow, thinking it's probably Damian, but my heart drops as I look at my screen. It's Donnie. I didn't expect him to even call me and I panic a little. Taking a deep breath, I pick up the phone.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Y/N?" I hear Adonis's voice on the other line, his tone cold. "We need to talk." Without giving me a chance to respond, he continues, his words filled with barely contained anger. "So you went behind my back and got with Damien Anderson, of all people?" His accusation rings through the air and I feel a pang of guilt as I gather my words.
"Donnie, I-" I pause for a moment, unsure how to respond. "I can explain...."
"Then explain what the hell I'm looking at." He replies harshly and I feel heat rising to my cheeks. I take a deep breath and try to keep my words from shaking.
"I was at the club with some friends last night and I met Dame there. I figured it was random that he was there and then he started flirting with me. I was just tryna have fun-"
"So, you hooked up with a random guy you barely knew at the club?" Adonis speaks sharply and I feel my own anger starting to bubble up.
"Oh, please don't you act like that's not how we got together, Donnie." I retort, pointing out the hypocrisy. I can tell he's taken aback and he takes a moment to respond.
"Fine, you know what? You're right. We did get together that way. I just thought what we had was more than that. Instead, I open Twitter to see pics of you two all over each other." His words are laced with disgust and I furrow my brow.
"Are you just gonna skip over how you ghosted me? What we had couldn't have been that special if you could just push me aside like-" I stop mid-sentence as I realize something. "Hold up, what did you say about Twitter?"
"That I saw you and Damian all over my feed. In my fucking face." He spits and my eyes widen.
"Wait, wait... Damian said you were the only one it was sent to."
"Yeah, well, your little boyfriend lied to you, what a surprise." He says coldly. I don't have any words. Or at least, none that might make this sense of guilt go away. "Just tell me one thing... why Dame?"
"It's not like I sought him out, Donnie. I just happened to be at the same club as him and he approached me." I explain, not liking this conversation one bit.
"And you didn't think for one second about the effect that might have on me?" He questions.
"First of all, I wouldn't have even been there if you hadn't disappeared on me like you did! You're saying I went 'behind your back' but if you hadn't turned away from me I wouldn't have done that shit!" I bite back. "Besides, I'm a grown-ass woman and I can make my own decisions. I don't have to explain myself to you."
"No, you don't need to explain yourself to me. But you gotta understand the consequences of your actions and how they hurt other people, how they hurt me." I could tell he was starting to lose his temper by the quiver in his voice.
"I was hurt first!" I shout in response, not caring about how childish I may sound right now.
"Come on now, Y/N." He starts.
"No, since you want an explanation so bad here it is. I was hurt because I really liked you and I thought things were actually going well with us." My voice cracks a bit. "Until you just randomly stopped texting and calling back. You left me like I was just some piece that you had your fun with and so yeah, I was really fucking hurt, Donnie. And to hear you try and put all the blame on me like I did all this shit hurts 20 times more!"
Adonis is taken aback for a minute by what I had said. He knows I have a point and that this would've been avoided if he was just straight up with me. I didn't know the stuff he'd been dealing with Dame or the extent that it went and that led to me being pulled into their drama.
Adonis sighs loudly and I can tell he feels terrible. He's been acting cold and absent towards me when I didn't deserve it at all.
"Listen... I- I'm sorry, okay. You're right, I shouldn't have stopped talking to you like I did. I was going through a lot between training for this fight and getting stabbed in the back by someone I thought was my friend. But I didn't stop to realize how you might've felt about this." He tells me.
I bury my face into my hands, wiping my tears and inhaling deeply as I try to reign in my emotions.
"I'm sorry, too." I relent. As angry as I am, I do know that I had some part in hurting Adonis, even if a part of me wanted to. "Where do we go from here?" I ask, shaking my head.
"I'm mad, Y/N, hurt... but I can't pretend I don't love you." He admits and I chew on my lip. "This isn't how I wanted us to go. I know I fucked up and I wanna make this right. But... right now, I gotta sort this stuff out with Dame."
"I guess I do, too..." I mumble, realizing I still have to deal with him. A part of me feels bad, because I already miss his touch, even after just one night. "Maybe... we both need some time to figure this out," I finally say, my voice low but steady. "This fight, everything with Dame... it's too much right now."
Adonis lets out a slow, heavy sigh on the other end. "Yeah, maybe we should take a break... at least until this fight is over." His words are reluctant, but there's a hint of understanding beneath them.
"Okay," I whisper, my heart sinking. "Good luck, Donnie."
"You too, Y/N."
I hang up and sit in silence for a moment, staring at the dark screen of my phone. My chest feels tight, my emotions tangled in a web I can't unwrap. I don't get much time to dwell on it before my phone vibrates.
I glance down, half-hoping it's Adonis calling back. But no, it's Dame. Hesitating for a beat, I answer.
"Y/N," his voice is softer this time, almost cautious. "I... I just wanted you to know I got the photos taken down. You won't have to deal with them anymore."
I should feel relieved, but instead, his words only stir up more frustration. "Why did it happen in the first place, Damian? You said it was just sent to Donnie. Why were they sent everywhere?"
"I don't know," he admits, his voice laced with regret. "I didn't mean for it to blow up like that. I just wanted him to feel what I felt... but now I see it just made everything worse. For you, especially." I close my eyes and let his words sink in.
"You think that fixes this?" I question, disbelief evident in my voice.
"No," he replies quickly. "But I needed to make it right. Because... I care about you, Y/N. Really. And I don't wanna ruin what we could have."
The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard, and for a moment, I'm speechless. Damian Anderson, the same man who dragged me into this man, is now confessing his feelings to me?
"I don't know if I can trust you," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I understand that," he says. "But I had to let you know how I feel. Even if you don't choose me. I'm the one who started this off wrong, trying to use you to make him jealous. I didn't consider your feelings in all this and I was too stupid to realize that my actions could affect someone else. If you could just give me a chance, let me make this right, I won't let you down. That's all I needed to say..."
The call ends, leaving me alone again with my thoughts. My heart feels like it's being tugged into two different directionsโone pull stronger than the other, but neither feels completely right.
As much as it hurts to admit, I got myself here. I didn't get coerced into this or forced, I made all the decisions that got me where I am today. I was the one who kissed Damian and left with him, all because I was hurt.
I sit on the edge of my bed, letting the weight of everything crash over me. How did it get to this? One part of me wants so badly to have my lips pressed against Donnies, missing how safe and right it felt to be with him. Another part craves Dame's touch, how he can be passionate and gentle at the same time. I want to believe Dame and I want to trust Adonis.
But right now, all I feel is confusion.
As I lie back, staring at the ceiling, one thought keeps circling in my mind: No matter what I choose, someone's going to get hurt.
๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Im Changkyun x Reader
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ smut
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ1.1k
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โ You get a late night call from your boyfriend and he asks you for a favor.
It's 2:34 AM when I'm awoken by the buzzing of my phone. I groan as I reach to grab it off the nightstand, looking to see who it is. My eyes crack open slightly, seeing that it's my boyfriend, Changkyun, and answering it, holding the device to my ear.
"Mm~ Hello?" I answer groggily, still half-asleep. I'm met with the sound of his heavy breathing from the other end of the phone. Changkyun's voice breaks through the labored breaths. "Changkyun...?"
"Baby, I'm so sorry for calling this late-" He inhales sharply and I open my eyes a bit wider, more alert now. "I need you~ I need your help~" He whispers. My heart races, a mixture of concern and curiosity coursing through me.
"Kyun, are you okay? What's wrong?" I question, my voice thick with sleep, but laced with care. He clears his throat, his breathing still heavy as he speaks.
"I'm... so fucking horny, right now." He almost growls as he lets out a soft huff. "I've got my cock in my hand right now and all I can think about is you... I need you... I need to hear your voice..." His voice drops almost to a whisper, sending a shiver down my spine.
"My voice?" I repeat, biting my lip a bit.
"Just- just talk dirty to me, baby." He tells me. "Make me forget how much I miss you right now~" Heat blooms in my chest at the thought of helping him through his moment of need.
"What do you want me to say?" I ask, taking a deep breath as I prepare to fulfill his request. This is so new to me. He's never called me like this, so needy and horny. Changkyun lets out a shaking breath before he speaks.
"Tell me what you're wearing, right now..." He replies, his voice trembling with desperation. I bite my lip, the request forcing a flutter in my chest. I can't help but feel aroused by his need for me, even in this vulnerable moment.
"I'm wearing those yellow panties, the ones with the pink polka dots that are a little too tight and always give me a wedgie~" I start, my voice breathy with the image I'm painting. "I'm wearing your black zip-up hoodie... it's halfway zipped and I have no bra on underneath." The sound of his breath hitching at the other end of the line tells me that I'm hitting all the right spots.
Encouraged, I continue, "My nipples are hard right now, poking through the fabric." My fingers find their way to the fabric covering my breasts, mimicking his touch through the phone. "I'm pinching them gently," I whisper, the tease in my voice evident. "If I close my eyes, I can imagine you're the one pinching them right now.
Changkyun lets out a low moan, his breath becoming more erratic as he strokes himself. "Keep going~" He breathes, his voice thick with need.
"I'm just imagining how your fingers would feel on my soft skin. They'd start at my breasts, groping them gently." I squeeze them as I speak, feeling myself getting more aroused. "Then they'd trail down my body, tracing my sides before dipping lower..." I pause, letting my words hang in the air, giving him room to fill in the blanks. I can hear his labored breath as he groans. I can almost see how needy he looks right now.
He's probably sitting up against the pillows, his cock throbbing in his hand as he strokes it desperately, the precum collecting at the tip as he chases his pleasure. I move my hands down my body, squirming a bit as I feel a tingling sensation in my core.
"As your fingers reach my panties, you'd practically feel the heat coming from my core, my wetness seeping through the fabric, just begging for your attention." I whisper, my voice heavy with longing. "My hands are between my legs now, spreading my folds for you~" The image is clear in both my and Changkyun's mind.
"Yeah? You're touching yourself?" He asks as his breath stutters. I exhale heavily as I start moving my fingers.
"Mmhm~ I'm touching my clit, right now, rubbing it gently, just like I know you would." Changkyun's breathing grows more ragged as he moans, the sound of his fingers moving up and down his shaft audible on the other end of the line.
"Tell me how badly you want me~" He commands, his voice hoarse with need. My fingers twitch as I insert them inside me, curling them while I imagine they're his fingers.
"Daddy, I need you here so badly... My pussy is so wet for you~" I whimper, my fingers pumping in and out of my slick heat, the noises becoming louder. "I wanna feel your body pressed against mine, our slick skin touching, our hearts beating in sync. I'm aching for your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up~"
Changkyun's moan is loud and needy, the sound sending shivers down my spine. The image of our union fuels the fire, the need to feel connected, to share this moment of pleasure through the phone. Our touches grow more fervent, the sounds of our arousal mingling together.
"I can't hold on much longer," Changkyun gasps, his need palpable.
"Let go, Kyun~" I urge him, feeling my own climax approaching quickly. "Fuck~ I'm so, so close to-" My sentence is cut off by the hitch of my breath, my fingers curling and twisting inside me as I chase my pleasure. With my encouragement, Changkyun's pace increases, his moans growing louder and more guttural. Together, we edge closer to our peaks, the sound of our combined moans filling the night, despite the distance between us.
The waves of pleasure crash over us as we come together. His labored breaths only serve to heighten the experience as my body trembles, my thighs squeezing together as I ride out my climax. Changkyun moans with each heavy breath, gradually getting softer as he comes down from his high. In the aftermath, we both lie there, our gasps echoing through the phone.
"I love you," Changkyun finally whispers, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. I can tell he's on the brink of falling asleep.
"I love you too," I reply, my voice soft and tender. "Sleep well, my love." When I'm only met with the sound of his soft breaths, I hang up the phone. A satisfied smile graces my lips as I roll onto my stomach, drifting off to sleep almost instantly.
๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Jonathan Majors as Dame Anderson x Black!Plus-sized Reader
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Smut
๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ก๐ฌ๐ช โ Creed
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ4.2k
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โAfter not hearing from Adonis for a few weeks, you realize that, maybe it really was just a fling. So, you decide to get your mind off of him. And the one who just so happens to be there is Dameโฆ
๐/๐ซ โY'all thought the first one was wild? Well, get ready for this next one, hehe.
๐ฑ๐๐ค๐ฐ โ @cardi-bre91
I'm out with my girls on a Saturday night, turning up in a club. I was thrown ass on my girl, Ari, and my other girl, Liyah, is recording and hyping us up. We're all tipsy, enjoying ourselves as the music bumps loudly in the background. I don't usually go clubbing, but when I do, it's to get my mind off of something. And tonight I wanted to forget about my disappointment with men.
See, I'd been hooking up with this guy, Adonis Creed, for the past few weeks. He's a famous boxer, but that wasn't why I was interested in him. I truly enjoyed being around him. He gave me a touch of passion that made my body quiver. But all good things come to an end, don't they?
Enough about that. Tonight is all about getting drunk and forgetting about all my troubles. As I sway my hips against my friend, giggling as we dance the night away, I feel eyes on me. Men are staring, their gazes burning with desire. I smirk and ignore them, but I do enjoy feeling wanted. Under the glow of the neon lights, I dance the night away, as Liyah and Ari cheer me on.
Taking a break, we make our way back to our table, giggling and carefree.
"I can't believe you can move like that in that dress, girl." Liyah chuckles as she slides into the booth. I laugh as I slide in after Ari, laying my head on the table.
"Girl, ion even know, but that shit was movin'!" I reply.
"You shoulda seen all the guys you had drooling over you." Ari adds and I shake my head.
"Hey, I'm tryna get my mind off of guys tonight, remember?" I remind them and Liyah rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, we know." She takes the bottle from our table and downs the rest of it.
"Liyah, seriously?" Ari asks disapprovingly.
"What, girl? There was barely any left." Liyah raises her hands in defense. I giggle and stand up, a bit tipsy but still able to function.
"Chill out, I'll go get us some more drinks." I say, sliding out of the booth. "Be back before you know it."
"How 'bout I get you ladies another round?" I hear a deep, sexy voice rumble from behind me. As I turn around to see who it is, I come face to face with a tall, handsome man looking down at me with interest. I recognize him as the current heavyweight champion, Dame Anderson. I know he and Donnie had a bit of a falling out and that they were preparing for a title fight. I'd only ever heard about him through media, but we've never actually met. So I have no idea what he's doing here, talking to me.
"Holy shit, is that Damian Anderson?" Ari slurs in surprise and he smirks at her.
"The one and only, but y'all beautiful ladies can call me Dame." He winks at them and then his eyes shifts back to me. I have to stop myself from biting my lip at the sight of him. He's a total studโ ruggedly handsome with an intense gaze and a muscular frame. My friends look at me with anticipation, sensing the attraction between us.
"That's very kind of you, Dame," I purr, looking up into his eyes daringly. "But we can't have you paying for our drinks all night. We might end up owing you in return." Damian cracks a lopsided grin.
"That' doesn't sound all that bad to me." he says, leaning in a little closer, talking over the music. The scent of his cologne wafts over me as he continues to speak. "I'm pretty sure there are plenty of ways you could pay me back." He says, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh yeah? How?" I ask with a bit of challenge, stepping closer to him. My friends giggle girlishly as they watch. A confident, yet sly grin spreads across Dame's face as he leans in to whisper a low, suggestive response in my ear.
"How 'bout a dance?" As he pulls back, his eyes linger on me for a moment longer before he glances at my friends and looks back at me. "Whaddaya say, sweetheart?"
"Sure, why not." I respond, not having to give it much thought as I move past him, towards the bar. "And it's Y/n, by the way." I correct him, looking him up and down. A flicker of surprise crosses his eyes as he bites his lip, turning to follow me.
"Y/n," He repeats, testing out the sound of my name on his tongue. Although, something about the look in his eyes says that he already knew what my name was. After we stop by the bar and order a round for my table, we head out to the dance floor, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the room.
As we get to the dancefloor, Dame pulls me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. Mine instinctively wrap around his neck and our bodies move in sync to the music. Our bodies mold together perfectly, his hard planes against my soft curves. As we dance, he whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck.
"You know, you really caught my eye earlier, Y/n."
"Is that so?" I ask, gazing up at him as I grind my hips against his, causing a low groan to escape from him.
"Yeah, you did." Damian replies as his arms tighten around me for a moment before relaxing again. "I know you was fuckin' with Donnie. you've been on my radar." He smirks, leaning in a bit closer. I raise an eyebrow at him, somehow not surprised he's known about me.
"So what? You just been stalking me?" I inquire, causing Dame to chuckle at my response.
"Nah, just keeping an eye on who's eyeing my rival." He says, his eyes not leaving mine. "I had to know for myself what the fuss was about." I roll my eyes and turn away from him, feeling him press against my back as his hands migrate to my hips.
"It ain't like I'm his girl or anything," I say as I grind my body against his, feeling his grip on my hips tighten. His eyes follow the movement of my body, appreciating the way my curves fit against him.
"Good. Cuz I ain't really the sharing type" Damian smirks down at me.
"So, you only want me cuz he had me at some point?" I turn in his arms and he pulls me in closer.
"Oh, there's plenty of reasons why I'd want you, sweetheart." His eyes trail over my body for a moment before meeting mine again. "And if it happens to piss off my rival, that's just the icing on the cake."
His words send a spark of excitement through my body. Damian wants me and he isn't afraid to show it. This man, with his intense gaze and powerful presence, is hungry for me, and it makes my desire for him grow stronger. I can't help but bite my lip as his gaze pierces through me.
A part of me wants to at least be offended by him basically using me for his games. Although, the other part of me, the part that likes to live on the edge, doesn't give a fuck. I do what I want and who I want. And who I want right now is Dame. I smirk as I place my hands on his chest, pulling him close enough for me to whisper in his ear.
"You're gonna get me in trouble." A sly grin spreads across his face as I speak.
"Oh, I think you can handle it." He responds, his hands running up my sides, lightly touching my soft skin through my dress. "In fact, I bet part of you likes a little bit of trouble."
"Mm, you think you know me?" I ask teasingly as I lean in close to his face, looking at him through my lashes. He leans his face even closer, our lips nearly touching.
"I know enough." He admits with a smirk, his hands gliding over my hips. "And I know you like that I want you, even if it's to get under Baby Creed's skin." He chuckles softly. "But that doesn't mean I don't actually want you." His eyes lock on mine, a mixture of desire and challenge burning in his gaze. The world seems to slow around us as our bodies sway to the music.
"What exactly is it you're proposing?" Dame slides one hand around to the small of my back, using the other to gently tilt her chin toward me. Our faces are inches apart, and his eyes hold a mix of hunger and playfulness. A cocky smirk crosses his face as he answers my question with a low, gravelly voice.
"How 'bout you come find out, sweetheart?" He challenges. I decide not to waste any more time on words and I pull him towards me, crashing my lips into his. As our lips meet, it's as if a spark ignites between us. Dame responds to the kiss with a fierce intensity, our mouths moving against each other hungrily.
His large hands roam over my body, pulling me closer as he devours my lips. The sounds and lights of the club fade away as I lose myself in the moment, the taste and feel of him fueling my desire. My breath hitches as he bites my bottom lip, demanding more.
We break the kiss after what feels like both seconds and an eternity. I look into his eyes and they're dark with desire and a bit of challenge. Damian leans in close to my ear and whispers with a chuckle, "Let's get out of here. I want you all to myself."
I don't need any more convincing. Taking his hand, we make our way out of the club, waving to my girls as my heart pounds with anticipation. The night air is cool on our skin as we walk, the city lights illuminating our path. During the ride to his place, he keeps a firm, possessive grip on my thigh that sends tingles to my core. As we arrive at his luxury apartment building, Dame guides me inside, our bodies feeling electrified with desire.
As we step into the elevator and the doors close behind us, he gets a ravenous look in his eye. He presses me against the wall, my back coming in contact with the cold metal as his large frame presses against me. His mouth crashes into mine in a hungry kiss, his hands traveling to grasp either side of my ass. I ball my hands into the fabric of his shirt, moaning into the fiery kiss.
A low groan escapes Damian's lips as I pull him deeper into the kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance of desire. My body is on fire, the tension between us palpable. As the elevator reaches his floor, he reluctantly breaks the kiss, leading me into his penthouse apartment.
Our lips aren't parted for long as he lifts me up by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, claiming my lips in another heated kiss. The feeling of being manhandled by this ruggedly handsome man sent sparks of excitement through my body. My heart races as he walks slowly towards the living room, his lips never leaving mine. He lays me down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the dancing flames casting an erotic glow over the room.
Dame gazes down at me, chest heaving. "Damn, baby. You feel even better than I imagined." He growls, his fingers tracing my curves. His eyes are dark with lust as he takes in the sight of me sprawled out beneath him.
I run my hands up his muscular arms, biting my lip coyly. "Well, you ain't seen nothin' yet." I purr, rolling my hips against him. A low groan rumbles in his chest as he dips his head, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His large hands slide up my thighs, bunching my dress up as he goes.
"I plan on seein' and feelin' a whole lot more." He murmurs against my skin, teeth grazing my sensitive neck. I shiver with anticipation, my hands moving to grip his shoulders as he continues his sensual assault.
Damian's fingers hook into the delicate fabric of my panties, his intent clear. I arch my back, silently begging him to take what he wants. This is what I came here for - to be devoured by this confident, powerful man. And I have a feeling he's more than ready to oblige.
His eyes darken with pure lust as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly dragging them down my legs. "That's it, baby. Let me see all of you." He growls, voice thick with desire. His gaze rakes over my exposed skin hungrily, drinking in every inch.
With one swift motion, he tugs my panties all the way off, tossing them aside. His calloused palms glide up the silky smooth skin of my thighs, parting them slightly. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He murmurs, pure want radiating from him. Lowering his head, his stubble-lined jaw grazes the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.
"Dame..." I breathe, fingers threading into his short hair. He pauses, eyes flicking up to meet mine.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm gonna take real good care of you." He promises in a low, raspy tone before burying his face between my legs. I gasp with pleasure, my back arching a bit as the feeling is more intense than anticipated.
Damian's expert tongue swirls and licks, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body. I let out a desperate moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as I arch into his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Dame..." I gasp against his talented ministrations. He hums in approval, the vibrations sending tingles through my core. One of his large hands grips my thigh, keeping me spread open for his voracious appetite.
Just when I think I might come undone, he pulls back slightly, gazing up at me with lust-filled eyes. I whine as I gaze down at him.
"You taste so goddamn good, baby girl." He growls, voice rough with desire. Before I can respond, his mouth is on me again, creating a suction of pleasure around my clit.
My toes curl and my back arches as the coil of pleasure tightens within me. Dame's skilled tongue and lips push me higher and higher, the world fading away until all I can focus on is the mind-numbing sensations he's drawing from my body.
"Holy shit, holy shit!" I exclaim as I come undone faster than I intended, squirting forcefully into his mouth. I had expected to make a huge mess all over the carpet, but Dame laps up every last drop eagerly, savoring my sweet taste. His eyes flutter shut as he drinks me in, relishing the sounds of cries of ecstasy.
When I've finally ridden out the last waves of my climax, he pulls back slightly, gazing up at me through hooded eyes. His lips and beard glisten with my arousal, and he licks them slowly, not letting a single drop go to waste.
"You taste so fucking good, baby." He growls, his voice raspy. His large hands caress my trembling thighs as he repositions himself, settling between my legs. "And I'm just getting started."
With that, he leans back down, his face disappearing between my thighs once more. His tongue delves deep, stroking with a single-minded focus on my pleasure. One of his hands moves to my sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in firm, sensual circles.
I squirm and squeal under his touch as he holds me in place, keeping me from fleeing. "You can't run, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you come again and again and again." His words only serve to fan the flames of my desire and I know I'm in for a long night.
I can't make an intelligible response as I'm overstimulated, my hips bucking and my nails digging into his harms, drawing blood.
"Damian-" I gasp, my mind clouded. "It's- It's too much!" I manage to say, my body no longer under my control. Dame pauses, his intense gaze shifting to one of mischief.
"Too much, huh?" He murmurs, his strong hands stilling my shaking thighs. A devilish smirk spreads across his lips. "Don't worry, babe. I know just how to take care of you." With that, he shifts his position, strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me up onto his lap. Our bodies are pressed flush together, his clothed length evident against my sensitive flesh. One hand tangles into my hair, tugging my hair back gently.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," he whispers, his warm breath fanning across my neck. "Just let me take control." His lips find mine in a searing, consuming kiss, swallowing any protests I was about to make.
As the kiss deepens, his other hand caresses my body, igniting sparks of sensation. A guttural groan rembles ing Dame's chest as he feels my arousal soaking through the fabric of his pants. He breaks the fiery kiss, dark eyes smoldering with desire as he drinks in the sight of me flushed and panting in his arms.
"Mmm, you're so fucking wet for me." He husks, one hand trailing down my side to grip my hip possessively. "I bet you're lacking to feel me inside you, aren't you?" His hips roll up, pressing his hardness against my slick heat.
Unable to form a coherent response, I whimper and nod desperately, my body betraying just how badly you crave his touch. Damian lets out a low, satisfied chuckle.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm gonna give you exactly what you need." With that, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his large, defined muscles. I don't get much time to take him in as he quickly unbuckles his pants and lifts me effortlessly, positioning me over his throbbing length. Slowly, torturously, he lowers me down, stretching and filling me in one smooth motion.
The feeling is indescribable, a perfect blend of pleasure and sweet, delicious pain. I let out a strangled moan, my nails sinking into his broad shoulders as I savor the sensation of being so completely and utterly full.
"Shitttt~ Take me just like that, baby. You're doing so good." Damian praises, his voice strained with restraint. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I start to ride him with desperate, rhythmic motions. I whine with desire as I stretch around him. This feels different than with Adonis. Donnie could barely push all the way into me with how long his cock was. Although, Damian could fill me just right. Not only that, his girth was thicker. I look down, watching myself slide down onto his length as I let out a high pitched moan.
"Please, please, please~" I beg with desperation as I pull his chest against mine, my brows knit together in ecstasy. Dame groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, baby." He growls, his hips snapping up to meet my motions. I yelp as he fills me, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. I can feel the coil of pleasure tightening once more, only spurring me on further. "Ride me like that, baby. I wanna feel you come undone on my cock." He whispers.
I press down and grind against him, his cock straining against my walls. Damian's eyes darken with pure lust as he works his cock deeper inside me, thrusting his hips up with more force. His hands slide down to where we're joined, his calloused fingers finding my sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubs firm, sensual circles, eliciting a strangled cry of pleasure from my lips.
"Dame~" I Whimper, my walls fluttering around his impressive girth. "I'm so close..." He let's out a feral groan, his tempo increasing as he chases both of our releases.
"Come for me, baby." He demands, his teeth grazing my neck as his arms tighten around me. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning my head back as I bounce on his dick, my tits finally falling free of my tight dress. Damian's mouth latches onto one pert nipple, sucking on it with an insatiable hunger.
I let out a strangled gry of pleasure, my nails raking down his back as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. Dame's cock stretches and fills me perfectly, each movement sending electric shocks of bliss ricocheting through my body.
"I- I'm gonna~" I don't finish my sentence as I gasp loudly, my movements becoming frantic and erratic. He matches me, his thrusts becoming more deep and punishing as his mouth crashes into mine. My vision whites out as the most intense orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing in Dame's arms. He swallows my cries of ecstasy as he continues to move within me, drawing out every last aftershock of my release.
"That's my girl," he praises, his voice strained with his own impending climax. He continues to rub relentlessly at my clit and I can do nothing but become putty in his hands.
"Dame!" I squeal, biting my lip hard as I try to take it.
"That's right, baby. Say my name," He says lowly, his thrust becoming harder and random. He pulls me flush against him with each punishing thrust until the tension within him finally snaps. With a guttural groan, he spills himself deep inside me. His hips stutter and jerk as he rides out his climax, his grip on me bordering on bruising.
As I feel his warmth fill me, I can't help but sigh heavily, laying my head on his shoulder. Damian lets out a deep, contented sigh as I lay my head on his shoulder, our bodies still intimately joined. As I pant heavily, he gently brushes a stray lock of hair from my face.
"That's right, sweetheart. Just relax." He mumbles, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. HIs arms wrap around me, holding me close as the last tremors of our shared release subside.
"You did so good." Dame breathes with a note of awe in his voice. "I mean, I knew you'd feel incredible, but you've just... You're a goddess." He says as if he's just realizing now that he's met an angel in disquise.
"That wasโฆ" I start, unable to find the words. He chuckles warmly, pulling me close against his chest as his fingers trace soothing patterns along my spine. He softens inside me, pulling out slowly as he lays me down on the couch. Standing up, he goes leaves the livingroom briefly. My body relaxes as I lay on the couch, waiting for him to come back.
Damian returns with a warm, damp washcloth and gently cleans me up, his touch tender and caring - a stark contrast to his earlier intensity. As he wipes away the evidence of our shared intimacy, something stirs inside him.
He'd only known about me, because I was seen with Adonis. And, honestly, he only went after me to get back at him and throw Donnie off of his game. But seeing me like this, all he wants to do is take care of me and treat me right.
There was something so wrong about this. He'd slept with many women before and he had plenty of women still lined up that wanted him badly. After all, he's the champ. But as he gazes over me, my beautiful form on the edge of sleep, he can't help but feel something. He doesn't know what it is, but it's definitely not something he's felt with anyone else.
His hand comes up and brushes against the soft skin on my face. He pauses slightly as he wrestles with the unfamiliar emotions swirling within him. Something about me has reached past his carefully constructed walls, and Dame finds himself wanting - no, needing - more than a simple one night stand.
But he pushes those thoughts aside for now, focusing instead on savoring the moment. Once he's finished cleaning up our mess, he tosses the cloth aside and gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest. His fingertips trace feather-light patterns along my bare skin, sending pleasurable shivers through my body.
"I could hold you like this all night," he murmurs, dropping a soft kiss to the top of my head. "But I'm sure you're exhausted after that." I nod, my cheek pressed against his chest as I melt into him. The corner of his mouth turns up as he caresses my curves.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up and into a nice hot shower, hm? Then we can go to bed." He suggests, a loving look in his eye.
"Can we do that?" I ask, looking up at him wearily as my voice is barely above a whisper. His gaze softens as he looks down at me.
"Of course, baby." He scoops me up effortlessly, carrying me towards the bathroom as my head rests against his chest. The care and tenderness in his actions makes my heart flutter, and I can't help but wonder, where this is going to go. But I push that thought to the back of my mind as I just want to enjoy the moment.
I know I just started posting again and donโt worry, I plan to post as much as Iโm able. However, I will be a bit slow with posting this month due to my job. I wonโt have the best access to the internet so please bear with me as I do my best to finish up my WIPs and get them out to yโall. Thank you all for supporting my work and I love yโall.
A/N: I got this request a while ago and I actually really liked the idea. I decided to put my own little twist on it so please enjoy. Just to preface, this isnโt like a furry story or human x wolf, itโs completely metaphorical. Anyways, enjoy!
Leaves crunch under my feet as I stroll leisurely through the forest. My hands hold tight to a picnic basket that Iโd packed to the brim with delicious treats. The sounds of nature are all around me and I can feel the sunlight peeking through the trees. I can see the squirrels jumping through the trees. I hear a woodpecker in the distance. It truly is a beautiful day to be out in nature. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I smile to myself.
I am on my way to my grannyโs little cottage to bring her some of her favorite foods. And a bit of a surprise. I am so excited that Mother sent me on this trip. Iโve wanted to visit Granny for the longest and I just know sheโll be shocked to see me. The thought of the surprised look on her face puts a pep in my step and I pick up the pace, walking the trail to her cottage.
Itโs about thirty more minutes until I finally see her house in the distance. Itโs such a cute little home. As I approach, I put on my biggest smile and knock on the door. I wait patiently for an answer, but there is none.
โGranny? Itโs me, Iโm here to bring you some treats!โ I call out. Still no answer. I knock again and I hear a very hoarse โCome in.โ I gingerly turn the doorknob and walk in. All the lights are off and I begin to worry. โGranny? You in here?โ I ask, looking around.
โOver here, darling.โ Her voice sounds low and raspy, but I walk in the direction of it.
โGoodness, Granny. Are you sick? Your voice sounds terrible.โ I comment as I approach her room. Itโs dark in there too. โIโm going to make you some tea, let me just find the light first.โ I start feeling around the wall for the light switch, but before I could turn it on, Iโm halted.
โNo, donโt! Leave them off.โ She tells me. โI prefer it dark in here, dear.โ I raise an eyebrow begin to grow suspicious. I narrow my eyes at her, examining her frame.
โGrannyโฆโ I start walking towards her. โYou seem to have gotten larger.โ Im squinting to try and see her face but itโs too dark. โAnd you donโt sound like yourself.โ Suddenly, she sprouts a wide, sharp-toothed grin and I instantly know something is wrong.
โWhy, I have no idea what youโre talking about, sweetie. Iโm just your sweet ole granny.โ She says through her teeth. My grip on my basket tightens as she speaks.
โWhy are your ears so big?โ I ask, seeing her ears twitch at the question.
โThe better to hear you with, my dear.โ She responds. I gulp nervously as I step closer, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
โAnd your eyes seem a lot bigger than I remember.โ Even through the darkness, I can see her wide eyes staring back at me.
โBetter for me to see you with, sweetie.โ She gives me that sharp-toothed grin again. I recognized that voice, and it wasn't Granny's.
โAnd your teethโฆโ I tensed, my hand reaching for the handle of my dagger in my basket as Granny leans forward. A low, rumbling laugh fills the cottage, and the figure in Grannyโs spot slides out of the bed, stepping into the shadows so that their features are hidden.
โYou know, Red, Granny didnโt ask this many questions when I got here. But then again, she didnโt have a chance to,โ the figure purrs, its voice dropping to a sexy, familiar timbre.
I narrowed my eyes, my heart beginning to pound in my chest. I knew that voice, deep and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. I take a step forward, my anger and confusion fueling my courage.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Granny?" The figure steps closer, and my breath hitches as I make out the features of a man. Heโs taller than me and muscular, with dark hair and slanted eyes, a wolfish grin split his face. My eyes widen as I recognize him, my body reacting instantly to the sight. "Bang Chan," I whisper, my dagger forgotten as my body flooded with desire.
Heโs my ex-boyfriend and old partner, we were the perfect duo. However, he got cocky and arrogant, and the agency decided we shouldnโt be partners anymore. Though our lives as agents tearing us apart, the flame between us had never truly gone out.
โHey, sexy.โ He greets, taking another step forward, his eyes burning with desire. "I knew you'd come for Granny, so I decided to pay her a visit first. I couldn't resist the chance to see you again."
I feel angry that he had taken my kill, wanting to push him away and punish him for his arrogance. But my body betrays me, desire clouding my judgment.
"You son of a bitch," I breath, taking a step closer, my body moving of its own volition. "You knew I was coming for her. You stole my kill." His eyes glitter with amusement, and he takes another step, closing the distance between us.
"I couldn't resist, Red. You know how I love a challenge. And you, my feisty little agent, are a challenge I can't deny myself." His voice drops to a husky murmur, his breath warm against my skin.
โYou canโt be here, Chan. The agency will know-โ
โI donโt give a fuck about the agency.โ He takes another step forward and places his hand on my waist, his touch burning against my skin. I want to push him away, but my body wants more. I ache for his touch, my breath coming in short gasps as he invades my personal space.
"You always were a stubborn one, Red," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear, his hands reaching for my hips. "Donโt you remember how good we were together?" I gulp a bit nervously and sigh.
โWe were reckless.โ I say, forcing my eyes from his gaze and looking off to the side. He gives me a bit of a fake pout.
โSeems like you donโt rememberโฆ well then, let me remind you~โ His touch sends sparks racing through my body, and I gasp as he pulls me flush against him, his hard body molding perfectly to mine. I can feel him pressing into me, hard and insistent against my stomach, and my anger melts away. I want this, I want him, and my hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Dammit, Chan," I groan, my head falling back as his lips trail down my neck, his teeth nipping gently at my pulse point. "I should kick your ass right now.โ
He chuckles, his hands sliding up my back to tangle in my hair, tilting my head back to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. "But you don't want to, do you, baby?" he murmurs against my lips, his tongue teasing mine. "You want me just as much as I want you."
I canโt deny it; the proof is in the way my body moves against his, seeking closer contact. I moan into his mouth, my hands sliding under his shirt to feel the smooth, hard planes of his chest.
"Fuck, Chan," I breathe, my nails scratching lightly down his back. "I want you. So bad."
A low growl emits from his throat, a sound that sends a thrill straight to my core. With a swift movement, he lifts me onto Grannyโs bed, his hands skimming up my thighs to rest on the curves of my hips. "I knew my little Red couldnโt stay away," he smirks, his eyes dark with desire.
My heart races as I pull his shirt over his head, my hands glorying in the feel of his smooth skin. He sinks his teeth into my neck, sending shivers through me, before trailing kisses down to the valley between my breasts. My body shudders at the sensation, offering myself to him, my breasts straining against the thin material of my shirt.ย
With deft fingers, he undoes the buttons of my shirt, his lips following the path, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. "My beautiful Red," he mumbles, his thumbs brushing over my peaked nipples, making me hiss in pleasure. "I've missed touching you, tasting you."ย
"Please, Chan," I beg, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him to me as his lips closed around one tight bud, sucking gently. "I need you~"ย
He obliges, his tongue teasing and swirling around my sensitive flesh as his hands roam over my body, mapping every curve. His fingers dip lower, teasing the hem of my skirt, lifting it up before pushing past my damp panties to stroke the hot, wet center of me.ย
I cry out, my body tensing as he strokes me, his finger plunging into my wetness. "Chan," I moan, my hips circling, seeking more friction. "More."ย
He adds another finger, stretching and stroking me, his thumb rubbing my clit in lazy circles. "You're so wet for me, baby," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. "You mustโve missed me."ย
"Mmh~ Stop teasing me," I whine, my hands reaching for the fastening of his pants, eager to free his hardness.
He bites his lip as he stands, pulling off his pants and kicking them aside before returning to his spot between my thighs. He grabs me by the throat kisses me deeply, his fingers continuing their magic, stroking and plunging as my hips moved against his hand. Iโm helpless with desire, my nails digging into his shoulders.ย
"You like when Daddy touches you like this, baby?" He asks against my lips, his thumb pressing harder against my swollen clit. My brows draw together as I nod, itching for more. "Let me feel you fall apart."ย
His words and movements send me over the edge, and I cry out, but just as I reach my climax, he removes his touch. I whine in frustration as I watch him suck my juices from his fingers.
โChan, why-โ Iโm cut off by him grabbing my throat again, a bit more forcefully. Heโs discarded his underwear and his hard length presses against my sensitive core. I gasp weakly as my hands wrap around his wrist as he leans me back. With a low grunt, he thrusts into me, seating himself fully inside me, and we both groaned at the feeling of being joined so intimately once more. Chan begins to move, his hips snapping as he set a punishing pace, his hands grasping mine, pinning them above my head.
I moan loudly, reminded suddenly just how big he was and how much he knows my body.
"You feel so good, baby," he tells me, his eyes locked on mine as he thrusts deep, his cock brushing against my sensitive walls. "I've fantasized about being inside you again."
โHah- Chan-โ I canโt even string together a sentence as my mind turns to mush. His cock hits all the right spots within me and the lewd sounds of him fucking me furthers my experience.
I meet his thrusts, my legs tightening around his waist as I rise to meet each delicious stroke.
"Harder, harder," I beg, wanting to feel him possess me, brand me.ย He obliges, snapping his hips harder, his cock driving deep as he seeks his own release.
"Fuck, Red," he groans, his eyes squeezed shut as he chases his orgasm. "So tight, so good. My perfect girl~"ย
His words sends me spiraling toward the edge once more, and I cry out, my body tightening around him as he allows me to cum, my walls pulsating around his hardness. Chan follows soon after, his body stiffening as he fills me with his warmth, a growl tearing from his throat.
We stay joined for long moments, our breath slowly returning to normal as we revel in the feel of each other. Finally, Chan pulls out of me, his eyes soft as he brushes my hair from my face. "We should do this more often, Red," he murmurs, his thumb brushing my swollen lower lip.ย
I smile, sated and happy for now. "We just might, Wolf," I tease, sitting up and reaching for my abandoned basket. "But next time, don't steal my kill or I will kill you."ย
Chan laughs, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know where to find me if you want a repeat performance, Red Riding Hood."ย
With a final, lingering kiss, I dress myself, gather my weapons, and step out of the cottage, a smile on my face.
๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Michael B Jordan as Adonis Creed x Black!Plus-sized Reader
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Smut
๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ก๐ฌ๐ช โ Creed
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ3.4k
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โA chance encounter between you and Adonis at a label party turns into a passionate and intense romantic night.
๐/๐ซ โGuys, guys, GUYSSSSSS!!! Y'all are gonna love this one, I'M TELLING YOU! You won't be disappointed.
Next Part
My heels click loudly as I make my way into a large bustling event. I had been invited by my best friend, Bianca to attend the label party she set up for one of her artists. As I walk in, my heart races with excitement as the buzz of the crowd fills my ears. I had been to a few of these exclusive events before and I knew how to dress the part. I'm dressed to impress, my black dress hugging my curvy frame and accentuating my hips. My hair, curled to perfection, falls gently onto my shoulders, and my red purse adds a touch of sophistication to my look.
I feel a buzz from my phone and smile, seeing a text pop up.
"Someone's looking sexy," It reads and I see that it's from Bianca. I scan around the room, looking for her as she's already spotted me. When we make eye contact, I smile and make my way over. She smiles at me and gives me a big hug, which I return.
"I'm so glad you made it!" She tells me as we part.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, B. Besides I'm always down to support my bestie." I reply with a wink, causing Bianca to chuckle.
"You sure you not just tryna steal the show?" She questions playfully as she raises an eyebrow. I giggle and shake my head.
"No way, girl. I just threw something on that I thought would match the theme." I assure her but she purses her lips.
"Really? Cus from what I'm seeing all that ass is getting more attention than my artist." She says, gesturing to my outfit and the way it complements my body. I nudge her shoulder.
"Girl, whatever! That is not true." We share a laugh and I shake my head.
"Anyways, make yourself at home. There's an open bar and, you know, just enjoy yourself. I gotta go talk to these producers real quick." Bianca takes my hand and gives it a squeeze before letting go and walking over to do some networking. I sigh a bit, rubbing my glossy lips together as I look around for anyone familiar.
I'd always been a bit shy, but there's something about being in a room full of celebrities that makes me feel like I'm living a dream. I smooth out my skirt as I weave between people, smiling politely at acquaintances. That's when I see him - Adonis Creed, a famous boxer. I've been a fan of his for a while and, I must say, he's even more breathtaking in person. His brown skin gleams under the warm lights, his goatee and large stud earrings giving him a rugged yet sophisticated edge. And those dimples? Those lips? They can make anyone weak at the knees.
I realize I've been staring when our eyes meet and he holds my gaze for a moment. A smile tugs at his lips and I have to look away quickly to hide the blush that is forming.
As the evening progresses, I find myself crossing paths with him a few times. He'd always give me a charming smile and I'd smile politely back, before going back to what I was doing. Each encounter only serves to leave me feeling more intrigued and attracted to him.
I decide to get a drink from the bar and as I order from the bartender, someone appears next to me.
"I'll have what she's having." He says and I look up to see Adonis. I clear my throat nervously and I smile politely at him as I shift in my seat. He smiles back, taking in the way I cross my legs, my movements effortless and sexy. The heat starts to rise in my cheeks as I feel his eyes on me. "I gotta say," He starts, leaning against the bar. "You killing with that outfit." I meet his eyes once more and smile at the flattery.
"Thank you, glad to know my efforts haven't gone unnoticed," I reply as the bartender hands me my drink. I thank him and then look back at Adonis.
"Yeah, you caught my eye from across the room. But I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before. What's your name?" He inquires, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel a blush creeping onto my face as I take a sip from my drink for courage.
"Y/N. It's nice to meet you." I introduce myself, holding my hand out. He takes my hand in his, giving it a gentle shake before lifting it to his lips and landing a soft kiss on my knuckles.
"The pleasure's all mine, Y/N. I'm Donnie." He replies, his grip on my hand lingering for a bit before letting go. The action sends butterflies through my body. "You a friend of Bianca's?" He asks.
"Yeah, her best friend, actually," I say with a chuckle, taking another sip of my drink and feeling the warmth rise through my chest. Adonis raises an eyebrow in pleasant surprise.
"I thought your name sounded familiar," He says with a smile, his eyes studying my face. "She mentioned you a few times. Said you were important to her." His gaze roams over me, enjoying how the alcohol visibly loosens me up.
"Really? That's sweet. I never knew she talked about me to other people." I hide a bashful smile, appreciating my friendship with the producer.
"Although, I've gotta admit, her descriptions of you don't do you justice at all." The compliment rolls off of his tongue easily, but it's clear he means every word. I find myself blushing again and laughing softly as I look away. There's an undeniable spark between us and, as we speak, my shy nature seems to dissipate. We find ourselves engaging in witty banter, my lips curling into a smile as I match his flirty tone.
"So, you a fan of boxing, gorgeous?" Donnie asks, leaning a little closer, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes seem to see right through me and I get the sense that he's just as interested in me as I am in him.
"Maybe," I reply with a playful grin, enjoying the game of cat and mouse. "It depends on the boxer," I say with a shrug.
"Ah," Donnie shoots back with a wry smile, leaning in even closer. "You've got a type, I see. Let me guess, you're probably into those pretty-boy fighters, the ones who don't get their hands dirty. Guys like Ryan Garcia, maybe?" I tilt my head as if I'm thinking.
"Hmm, no not really. I'm more into the dangerous ones." I say, my eyes locking on his. A wolfish grin spreads across Donnie's lips as I share my preference.
"Ah, so you're after someone who can bring the heat, huh? Someone who gives you that flutter in your chest just by being near them." A pause as Donnie lifts his drink to his lips. "You're not afraid to mix it up and get your hands dirty?" I raise an eyebrow, biting my lip slightly.
"I think getting dirty is part of the fun," I tell him with a knowing smirk.
"Oh, I can promise you, it always is," Donnie replies, his voice low and husky. Our eyes lock, the air between us feeling charged with a heat that wasn't there before. "But be careful, gorgeous," he adds. "Some games can end in a brutal knockout."
"Really? Well, good thing I'm always up for a challenge." A mischievous glint appears in Donnie's eyes as he leans even closer.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Donnie muses, his gaze flickering with a predatory flash. We talk for a bit longer, flirting back and forth until the party eventually draws to a close. I find myself unable to resist the pull between us. With a boldness that surprises even me, I approach him, my heart pounding in my chest.
"So, Donnie," I begin, my voice having a suggestive edge, "are you going to ask for my number, or do I have to make the first move?" A flash of desire crosses his face, and he steps closer, his body radiating heat.
"I think we can skip the whole dating game charade," he murmurs, his lips inches from my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Why don't you come back to my place? I'll show you why they call me Big D." My breath quickens as I slowly nod, unable to speak past the lump of desire in my throat. Taking his hand, I let him lead me out of the event and into the night, a delicious anticipation building inside me.
The ride to his place is a blur of streetlights and adrenaline, my body tingling with eagerness. As soon as the door to his home shuts behind me, Donnie presses me up against it, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss. I melt into him, my hands roaming over his muscular back, feeling the definition of his powerful body.
His hands find my curves effortlessly, his touch a perfect balance of firmness and gentleness. My body presses against his as my hands caress his jaw and neck, the stubble on his face tickling my skin.
"Damn," Donnie curses under his breath as he pulls away briefly, his lips moving to explore the expanse of my neck. Each kiss leaves fire in its wake and I let out a soft moan, my eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
Breaking the kiss, he looks deeply into my eyes, running his thumb along my bottom lip. Our lips crash together sloppily as I tug at his shirt impatiently.
"Eager, are we now?" Donnie teases, his breath warm againstย my neck. He gently pushes my hands away and lifts his shirt, revealing chiseled abs and a defined chest. I trace the ridges of his muscles with my fingertips, feeling every contour, every line. I feel like I'm dreaming, but the heat of his body and the taste of his lust on my tongue are all too real.
He lifts me into his arms and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I feel small in his embrace, but also protected. The way he easily carries my weight and holds me, all while showering my neck with kisses, sends tingles through me. I moan softly, tilting my head to give him better access as my hand rests on the back of his head, my acrylics grazing his scalp. Donnie brings my lips to his once more, sucking on my bottom lip slightly. He carries me into the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss, and lays me down on the edge of the bed.
Donnie's hands slide down my body, tracing the curves of my thighs and legs as he gently slips my heels off. His hands travel up my back his fingers finding the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down.
I lift my hips to help him undress me, a playful thrill coursing through me as I expose myself to his hungry gaze. He strips away my clothing until the only thing left are my lacy panties. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every curve, roll, and stretch mark, before returning to my face, the fire in his eyes searing me to my core. He leans down, cupping my breasts and taking my sensitive nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth as I whimper from the pleasure. He kisses the soft skin tenderly, before trailing his finger along my jaw, ghosting over my lower lip as I look up at him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, kneeling before me and guiding my legs over his shoulders. His fingers run along my outer thighs as he presses a kiss to the damp fabric between my legs, his touch leaving goosebumps in their path. I bite my lip, watching him gaze upon me in a mix of awe and lust. "I've been dying to taste you all night."
A ripple of excitement runs through me as his eyes burn with desire. He pulls my panties off, discarding them somewhere in the room. Without another word, he lowers his head, his tongue lapping at my core, flicking my clit and driving me wild.
A strangled moan escapes my lips as his mouth sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His talented tongue works me over relentlessly, every lick and suck driving me wild with want. My hips buck against his face as I lose myself in the sensations, my hands on the back of his head, pressing him closer.
"Donnie~" I pant breathlessly, aching for more. A low growl rumbles in Adonis's throat as he hears his name fall from my lips.
"That's right, mama," He breaths against my slick folds, sending tingles through my core. His grip on my thighs tightens as he resumes his devouring assault, his tongue lapping and swirling with unyielding hunger. I can feel the vibrations of his moans against my sensitive skin, causing my back to arch off the bed slightly.
A wicked grin spreads across Donnie's face as he feels my body react to his stimulation. He sucks and swirls his tongue around my clit, intent on driving me wild with pleasure. My hands grip the sheets, fueling his desire as he moans against my core. Donnie's strong hands firmly hold me in place as I squirm beneath his grasp.
"Oh god, I'm so close~" I moan as I throw my head back, rolling my hips. Sensing my impending release, Adonis doubles down, his tongue working my swollen bundle of nerves with ruthless precision as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. My thighs tremble against his grip as I feel my climax rising to the surface. With one final flick of his tongue, he sends me hurtling over the peak into a crashing wave of ecstasy.
My body tenses as my thighs grip his head, holding him in place as I come undone. Adonis laps up every last drop of my sweet nectar, groaning with unbridled satisfaction. When my tremors finally subside, he slowly pulls back, his lips glistening as he lightly kisses my inner thigh.
"You taste so good, babygirl," he purrs, his voice dripping with lust. I pant heavily as I start to calm down, my racing heart beginning to slow. I whimper softly as he moves up my body, pressing his hardness against my thigh.
Adonis's eyes darken with desire as he hears my whimpers and he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over my lips.
"Don't worry, gorgeous. I'm just getting started." His fingers trail up my outer thigh, his touch feather-light but electrifying. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," he whispers before capturing my mouth in a searing, passionate kiss.
My arms wrap around Donnie's neck as I whine into the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue and aching to feel him inside me. He teases me, grinding his clothed cock against my entrance, soaking the fabric. A groan emits from his throat as the delicious friction drives him wild with need. He pulls back just enough to swiftly rid himself of his remaining clothes.
Donnie's cock springs free, thick and throbbing as he positions himself at my entrance. "You feel that, baby?" He rasps, rubbing the tip teasingly against my slick folds.
"Yes-" I gasp as he prods my hole, just barely pushing in before pulling back again. I roll my hips to try and press you deeper, but you don't budge.
"Someone's impatient." He taunts, eliciting a whine from me.
"Please~" I beg, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at how desperate I sound. A chuckle escapes him as he continues to tease me with his cock.
"Say it again," he demands, drawing his lower plump lip between his teeth while pressing into my heat, only allowing the tip to enter. I grunt with frustration.
"Please, Donnie," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. "I need you. Now." Without warning, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt with a moan of ecstasy. I let out a yelp as I stretch around him, feeling his dick pressing against my cervix. Adonis's eyes widen as he feels me tighten around his hard length.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, establishing a deep and steady rhythm as he fills me over and over.
"Oh my god- So big~" I manage to say between moans. I meet his thrusts, my legs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper. My long nails dig into his back, threatening to break, but I don't care. I groan as he fills me up completely, stretching me just barely past my limit.
Adonis's eyes flash with lust as I cry out, relishing the feel of every inch of him buried inside me. He groans throatily, driven wild by the sensations of my silky walls clenching around his throbbing length.
"That's right, take it all," he rasps, his hips rolling in a steady, punishing rhythm. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against him as his lips claim mine again. My tongue swirls around his as I pull him impossibly closer, my body melting against his. The kiss becomes more possessive Donni's large hands roam my body.
He tears his mouth from mine only to latch onto my neck as he starts rolling his hips against mine, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He uses one hand to turn my neck, exposing more of my skin, and the other to capture my nipple in his fingers, rolling the sensitive peak between his digits. His hips increase to a relentless pace, driving his thick shaft in and out repeatedly. The obscene sounds of our joined bodies fill the air, only rivaled by my mewls of pleasure.
"Fuck, I'm gonna wreck you." He whispers against my skin, his voice hoarse as the force of his thrust urges another moan out of me.
"Mhm, yes please f-" My breath hitches, unable to finish my sentence as he picks up speed. He shifts his weight to his knees, leaning his head back as his cock slams deliciously into my core. Donnie's powerful hips snap forward with relentless abandon, the bed creaking under our combined weight.
I press my hands to the headboard behind me for support as the force of his thrusts move me further up the bed. I look up at Adonis, but his eyes are screwed shut, his brows knitted together and jaw clenched as every muscle in his sculpted body strains with the effort. My whimpers and moans mutate into screams of pleasure as he chases his own release, his thrusts growing more erratic.
"Don- nie-" My words are stuttered as my brain turns to mush from his movements, his hands grip my hips bruisingly tight as he pounds into me, desperate to find his edge.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy milk my dick." He urges, his voice hoarse. His words send me over the edge, my body clenching around him as I climax, my back arching off the bed as a flood rushes from between my legs. I let out a whine as he continues to thrust, splashing my fluids back onto me as the feeling of me tightening around him sends him over the edge as well.
A strangled cry of pleasure tears from his throat as his hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he is enveloped in the throes of his own climax. He collapses forward, burying his face in the crook of my neck as his body shudders with the intensity of his release. Waves of blissful ecstasy washes over us, every nerve ending alight with sensation. When the tremors finally cease, he rolls to the side, pulling me flush against his sweat-slicked body.
"Damn, baby..." he breaths, placing a tender kiss on my forehead.
"That was... fuck, I don't even have the words." I reply softly as my cheek rests against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowing. Adonis chuckles breathlessly, his strong arms wrapped securely around me.
"Tell me about it. That was..." He trails off, shaking his head in disbelief. I smile to myself as we lie there in bed, basking in the bliss of our pleasure. At this moment, nothing else matters. It's just me and Adonis. Just two strangers, yet it feels like he knows every part of me. I sigh contently, feeling the lull of sleep falling over me.
๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Actor!Michael B Jordan x OC!Naomi Samuels
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Fluff
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ 7.5k
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โ Christmas day turns out to be more eventful than Naomi had hoped for, but it wasn't all bad. Christmas may not have been the magical day everyone wanted, but maybe it was what everyone needed.
๐/๐ซ โ Y'all, I'm SOOO SORRYYYYY!!! I feel so bad for making y'all wait this long. I've really enjoyed writing this whole series and the other oneshots as well. I won't go into why this took so long, I know y'all wanna see how it ends. So, without further delay, here is the finale! Enjoy!
12 Days of Christmas Masterlist
Christmas morning dawns with a hushed excitement. I feel a warm, gentle glow on my skin as I stir in my sleep. I wake up for the last time in my childhood room. It's a bit chilly as I slip out of bed, tiptoeing to the window and looking out over the snow-covered landscape. The world seems to sparkle in the early morning light and a sense of calm settles within me. The events of the previous days replay in my mind - the shared laughter, reconstructing bonds, and the budding connection between Michael and me.
I yawn and stretch sleepily, but before I can fully embrace the day, my door bursts open. The twins tumble into the room like a whirlwind of excitement.
"Auntie Mimi, Auntie Mimi! It's Christmas!" They shout in unison, their eyes sparkling in pure joy. They rush over to me, bouncing up and down with an infectious energy.
"Y'all are up early!" I groan sleepily as they tug on my arms.
"Come on, Auntie!" Matthew urges as they pull me towards the door.
"Santa left us more gifts!" Mason adds and I allow myself to be pulled into the festive chaos.
We get downstairs and I see James and Teresa sitting on the couch, drinking steaming cups of coffee. I chuckle at the sight.
"I guess they went to see you guys before they came to me." I observe and Teresa gives me a sleepy smile.
"I just wanted five more minutes but they wanted to open their presents now." She says with a sigh.
"And then they decided they wanted everyone else awake to open them as well." James adds, seeming to remind the boys of their mission and they run back up the stairs to get everyone else.
I take a seat on the couch and slide my feet between the cushions to keep them warm. James hands me my own cup of coffee and I thank him, taking a sip that warms me to my core. The stairs creak as my mom comes down, then my aunts, Ashanti, and, finally, Michael. As he emerges from the guest room, I note that he looks slightly disheveled, yet undeniably charming.
"Morning," He greets, his voice a bit groggy as he sits next to me, a warm smile playing on his lips.
"Morning," I reply, the vibrant energy of the morning slowly dispelling the remnants of sleep. I continue to sip my coffee, finding myself blushing from his close presence. Michael puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.
"Sorry, you looked pretty cold and I've been told I make good heater." He smirks teasingly and I roll my eyes at him, scooting closer until our legs are touching. "Now that's more like it.
The family gathers in the living room and, finally, the unwrapping of gifts can commence. Mason fishes through the mountains of gifts and pulls out a medium sized box. It says "From Granny Pat."
"Can I open it?!" He asks excitedly. Aunt Pat gives him a nod and he tears it open to find a Jurassic Park Lego set.
"YES! I've been wanting this forever!" he screams as he jumps up from his seat, running to tell his brother. Then Matthew opens on of his gifts. It's a large toy robot. He's in awe of it, excited to try it out. After that, the rest of the family begin to unwrap theirs, one by one.
As the unwrapping frenzy continues, Teresaโs eyes widen in surprise as James hands her a neatly wrapped gift. She carefully opens it, revealing the same pair of ugly Christmas leggings she had admired at the store yesterday. Her face lights up with delight, and she looks at James in disbelief.
โThese are amazing! How did youโฆ?โ she begins, her voice filled with awe.
Ashanti smiles proudly, leaning over to whisper in my ear, โI sent him a picture when I saw how much she loved them. He insisted on going back to get them.โ
Teresa is so touched by James' thoughtful gift that she practically leaps into his arms, showering him with kisses and affection. He returns her affection, smiling back at her and wrapping his arms around her.
Michael is watching the two of them with a grin on his face, he seems amused by the whole thing.
Next, Ashanti receives a flashy gift from her mother, despite their recent arguments. The air is tense between them and Aunt Tina doesnโt even look to see Ashantiโs reaction to the gift.
The atmosphere is full of awkward tension, but Ashanti does not seem to care. She smiles warmly and thanks her mother for the gift, which is a designer wallet.
I smile as I pick up a gift that I wrapped carefully and hand it to Michael, eager for him to open it.
He takes the gift from me, and he can tell how excited I am to see his reaction.
He tears the paper away to reveal a painted canvas, a portrait of him, capturing every aspect of his face, from his perfect smile to his warm eyes. As he pulls the painting from its wrapping, his expression shifts from curiosity to astonishment. His eyes widen in disbelief as he takes in the image before him, his lips parting in silent awe. For a moment, he is speechless, his gaze fixed on the portrait with a mixture of wonder and gratitude.
"Is this..." He starts and begins to beam. "Is this yours?" He asks finally, his eyes still fixed on the portrait. I smile and nod.
โI told you Iโd make one for you. Here it is.โ I say, my smile widening.
"It's amazing," He says, his voice still strained as he continues to stare at the painting. We've had a lot of touching moments these past few days, but nothing quite like this. This gesture feels like a genuine act of love, one that takes a lot of heart and dedication. It's just one more thing that makes it difficult for me to keep denying my feelings for him.
He pulls me into a hug and I bask in the feeling of his strong arms around me. It never gets old. I smile warmly as we separate and Ashanti sighs heavily, interrupting our moment.
โOkay, we get it, yโall are in love!โ She fake gags and we roll our eyes at her. โHere, Naomi, open this one.โ She plops a small gift in my lap and looks at me expectantly. I look at her in confusion as I open it, my heart skipping a beat as I see whatโs inside. Itโs the notebook Ashanti and I used to color in when we were little, filled with doodles and memories from our childhood.
"I can't believe you still have this..." I look at her in pure shock, my eyes wide. Ashanti smiles sweetly at me, not only having kept it, but having taken the time to give it to me today. This notebook means the world to me and it feels like Ashanti knows my heart. I hug her, almost in tears from its sentimental value.
She smiles softly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. โItโs a reminder of the bond we share, no matter where life takes us.โ This moment hits me just right. I have so much to be grateful for today, and this gift is just another example of all the love that I have in my life.
As we pull apart, I can see that my other family members have noticed the touching scene.
"We get it," Teresa yells teasingly, "can we continue on with the gifts now?" Ashanti sticks her tongue at her and I laugh as we move on.
As the gift opening continues on, the children get more toys and the atmosphere is filled with joy. Finally, Michael hands me his last gift from under the tree. I open the small envelope with unsure hands, my heart racing with anticipation. Inside, I find a boarding pass for first class to Los Angeles, set for December 26, tomorrow.
I look at him in shock, my breath catching in my throat. He meets my gaze with a soft smile, his eyes filled with sincerity.
"I thought we'd start the new year together," he says softly. My breath stops and my heart skip a beat. This is big. It's not something casual. This is a statement of intention and I know it. My family notices it, as well. They're all wide-eyed, waiting to see how I respond.
"Is this...are you asking me to go back with you... to Los Angeles?" I ask him, barely able to speak with what this gift actually represents.
"Yes," he says softly, taking my hand. "I want you to come home me, just until New Years. You know, just to get to know you better and see where we go from here... outside of this place. And I do believe there's something pretty amazing between us that's worth exploring. So... are you coming?" A rush of happiness washes over me, and I throw my arms around him, accepting the gift with overflowing joy.
โOf course, Iโll go to LA with you!โ I squeal, my excitement overflowing. He wraps his arms around me as well and my mother claps her hands excitedly.
โNow THAT is a Christmas present!โ She exclaims and Teresa chimes in.
โMmhm, youโre telling me. I sure would love to go to LA.โ She casts a glance at James, who laughs and shakes his head.
โThanks, Mike, now I gotta one up you.โ He says jokingly and Teresa swats his arm playfully. There are smiles all around us and my family all seem relieved that I've agreed so quickly. Michael laughs along and leans back in his seat, subtly taking my hand in his as the excitement dies down.
He moves to closer whisper in my ear, "Let's finish opening these gifts and then we'll talk more about LA tonight." I nod in agreement and the celebration of opening the gifts continues until every single gift has been opened. Then, we all settle in to enjoy the remainder of this holiday. My family members start to disperse and leave the room, going off to watch TV, relax, or take a nap. Danny, Ashanti, Teresa, James, Michael and I find ourselves taking a walk outside in the snow.
We're bundled up in jackets and hats, our breath fogging in the cold winter air. Michael and I have fallen far behind the rest of our group. The snow falls gently, covering everything in a thick blanket of white. As we walk along the sidewalk, my fingers wrap around his bicep, taking comfort in his strong presence. We're almost completely silent, both of us enjoying the quiet as the light snow falls. it feels calm and peaceful, like time has stood still. The only sound that's breaking the silence is the crunch of snow as we walk along.
I steal glances at Michael, admiring the way the winter sun highlights the rich tones of his skin, casting a warm glow over his features. He looks over at me, the corners of his mouth turning upward.
"This is nice," He finally says softly. We both enjoy the winter air and take in the snow-covered landscape that spreads out before us. The sun warms my skin as we continue to walk and my finger traces circles in his bicep every few steps.
"Yeah, it's such a beautiful day out. This is a nice way to spend Christmas day." I reply, leaning my head on his shoulder. Michael chuckles lightly, smirking a bit as he glances at me.
"I was talking about being here with you." He corrects me, a dimpled grin spreading across his face. I blush as his words catch me off guard and I let go of his arm. "But it does look nice out today. I just prefer to look at you." He reaches out to grab my hand, bringing me in closer. I let out a laugh as he raises an eyebrow at me.
"You thought that was really smooth, huh?" I ask and he rolls his eyes at me.
Michael lets out a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Smooth as butter," he replies with a playful grin. "But hey, can you blame a guy for trying?" I shake my head, laughing softly.
"I suppose not," I admit and we share a laugh, the sound echoing softly in the crisp winter air. It's moments like these, filled with easy banter and genuine laughter, that make me feel grateful for the connection we've formed over the past few days.
As Michael and I walk, engrossed in our conversation, I suddenly realize that the sound of footsteps ahead of us has disappeared. I glance up, only to see Teresa, James, and Ashanti emerge from behind a snow-covered bush, armed with handfuls of snowballs.
Before we can react, snowballs start flying in our direction. I yelp and we brace ourselves for the incoming attack. We're bombarded with snow from all sides, leaving us standing there in shock, covered in a layer of white.
Michael and I exchange a bewildered glance, silence in the air as my brother and cousins laugh at us. Then, without missing a beat, Michael scoops up a handful of snow and tosses it playfully above us. As the snow falls directly on my hat, I canโt help but look at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
โReally?โ I say with a sarcastic eye roll, shaking my head at his antics.
โOh, yeah.โ He says with a mischievous grin. Michael can't help but break out into a hysterical laugh. "You should see your face," he teases, which makes my expression turn from surprise to annoyance. We both laugh as I reach over and scoop up a snowball, preparing myself to launch it at him.
Before I know it, weโre all engaged in a full-blown snowball fight, laughter ringing out into the winter air as we duck and dodge each otherโs icy projectiles.
The snow keeps flying and our breaths fog up the cold winter air. My family and I have always been very competitive, so the snowball fight quickly escalates into a full-blown, no-holds-barred battle. We're all laughing, running, slipping and sliding in the snow, throwing snowballs as fast as we can and ducking to avoid being hit.
In the midst of our snowball fight, Michael reaches out and picks me up, using me as a shield as all the snowballs fire in our direction. I scream as Iโm lifted off the ground and hit with one snowball after another.
โPut me down! Youโre cheating!โ I shout as I laugh loudly.
"Youโre just mad you didnโt think of it first!" He laughs, holding me closer to his body, and I have to admit that I do feel safe in his strong arms, even in the middle of a snowball fight.
I struggle against his grip as Iโm covered in snow until we both lose balance. We tumble backward into a pile of fresh white fluff, the cold seeping through our jackets, but neither of us cares. Wrapped up in each otherโs warmth, we lie there, breathless and giggling like a pair of children.
As we lay there laughing, breathing heavily in between giggles, it feels like the whole world has stopped. The snow continues to fall and the sound of the others laughing and throwing snowballs is a distant echo in the distance. It's just us here in this beautiful winter wonderland. Our eyes meet and we exchange a look of mutual understanding and tenderness as we bask in the moment.
We both sit up as we hear Teresa yelling as she runs towards us. Before we can move, she jumps on top of us, giggling.
โUgh! Teresa! Youโre heavy!โ I groan with a laugh as she sprawls out across us.
โAhhh this is nice!โ She says as she ignores my complaints. To my displeasure, James comes and jumps on top of us as well. Michael and I groan at the added weight. Theyโre both laughing uncontrollably.
โI canโt breathe!โ Michael grunts and chuckles as we try and push them off. As if that wasnโt enough, Ashanti and Danny join in the fun, piling on top of us in a heap of laughter and snow-covered limbs. The weight of our combined bodies presses us deeper into the snow, the cold seeping through our clothes, but none of us worry about that as we dissolve into fits of laughter.
โHey, watch it!โ Michael exclaims, his voice muffled by the snow and laughter.
โSorry, couldnโt resist!โ Ashanti giggles, her breath coming out in puffs of white in the chilly air.
โI think we broke Naomi,โ Danny jokes, his laughter contagious.
I manage to gasp between giggles, โYou guys are ridiculous!โ But my protests only elicit more laughter from the others, who seem determined to prolong the moment for as long as possible.
Eventually, though, our laughter subsides, and we lie there in the snow, breathless and content, our hearts full of joy and our spirits light.
As we finally untangle ourselves from the snowy dog pile, we exchange playful swats and teasing remarks. I shiver as Michael helps me stand up.
โGod, Iโm so cold!โ I exclaim and Ashanti nods.
โYeah, Iโm not so sure jumping in the snow was the best idea now.โ She admits with her teeth chattering and I raise an eyebrow.
โYou think?โ I reply.
"Well, it was a good idea at the time," James responds, his words causing everyone to laugh. As the laughter settles, we all start to feel the cold really sink in and we realize how damp and wet we really are.
"I guess it maybe wasn't the best decision," Ashanti admits.
โYeah, I think we need some hot cocoa after that,โ Teresa adds, her cheeks flushed from the cold and laughter.
โHow about we change first?โ Danny suggests, shaking his head.
โDefinitely.โ I agree.
โSounds like a plan,โ Michael adds, rubbing his hands together, trying to warm them up in the frigid conditions. The others agree and we make our way inside to get changed.
As we trudge back to the house, our clothes damp and clinging to our skin, we're greeted by the warm glow of the lights shining through the windows. Grandmother is standing by the door, her hands on her hips and a playful twinkle in her eye.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she says with a chuckle, taking in our snow-covered appearance. "Looks like we've got ourselves a bunch of walking icicles!"
We all exchange sheepish glances, realizing just how wet and cold we must look. But Grandmother just laughs and ushers us inside.
"Come on in, you lot," she says, her voice warm and welcoming. "I'll get a fire going and some hot chocolate brewing. You'll warm up in no time." As we all follow her inside, discarding our boots at the door, we all head to our rooms to get out of our clothes. It feels just like when we were kids, always outside, having the time of our lives, then coming back inside to the warmth and comfort that it had to offer.
After shedding my winter clothes, I towel off and slip into a snug green sweater and a pair of black jeans, opting for some plush socks to keep my toes warm. Despite still feeling a bit chilly, the anticipation of the hot chocolate awaiting us downstairs fills me with a sense of warmth.
While freshening up my appearance in front of the mirror, I catch sight of the emerald jewelry set gifted to me by Michael last night. I smile as I think about what it means to me. How thoughtful of a gift it was. Delicately adorned with shimmering green stones, it complements my outfit perfectly. With a smile, I fasten the earrings and clasp the necklace around my neck, admiring how elegantly they enhance my look.
With one last look in the mirror, I step out of my room, ready to join the others when I run into Michael, leaving his room as well. His eyes widen at the sight of me, speechless. I raise an eyebrow at him as he stares at me, waiting for him to say something. After a moment he shakes his head, as if snapping out of a trance and a warm grin spreads across his face.
"You look... wow," He manages to say softly, still taken aback by the sight of me. As his eyes roam over my outfit, they light up at the sight of me wearing his gift. A blush creeps onto my face as I smile shyly and look off to the side.
"I figured it would go nicely with what I'm wearing." I reply, fiddling with the necklace. Michael smiles, his eyes still twinkling as he looks me over from head to toe.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," he compliments, a hint of admiration in his words. Before I can respond, he leans in and plants a gentle kiss on my cheek, sending a flutter of warmth through me. "I'm going to have trouble keeping my eyes off you."
"Well, then look all you want." I giggle as the touch of his lips sends a jolt of electricity through my entire being, leaving me feeling giddy and breathless.
"We should probably get downstairs. I think the hot chocolate is ready." Michael's fingers tug on mine as he nods towards the steps. With a shared smile, we continue our descent down the stairs, hand in hand.
As we reach the bottom, the comforting aroma of hot chocolate fills the air, drawing us into the kitchen where grandmother stands, ladling out steaming cups of cocoa forย each of us. I gratefully accept mine, wrapping my hands around the warm mug.
As we gather in the kitchen for the much-needed warm beverage, Grandmother sets out a plate of cookies and other treats, along with some candy canes to help us get in the holiday spirit. The room fills with laughter and good cheer as everyone warms up and catches up with each other. The kids tumble into the kitchen, clamoring for the sweet treats.
"Y'all slow down, them treats ain't gonna run from you." Aunt Pat calls out to them from the living room. The twins giggle and grab a cup of cocoa, running out of the kitchen with a handful of cookies. I smile as I see Jesse waddle into the kitchen, reaching for a candy cane on the counter. I grab it and hand it to her and she smiles up at me.
"Tank you, Titi." She says, before putting the candy cane in her mouth and walking towards Michael. She lifts her chubby arms up in a silent plea to be picked up.
โAw, how can anyone resist that?โ Michael chuckles as he lifts her up and swings her around, making her giggles grow louder with each swing. He holds her high before setting her back down, ruffling her hair and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Seems like you're getting pretty popular around here." I giggle, shaking my head as Jesse jumps up and down, wanting to go up again. Michael laughs and shakes his head.
"It seems like it,โ Michael replies, amused at the little girlโs attachment to him. Jesse wraps her arms around his legs, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.
โUp, up?โ She demands sweetly, to which Michael gives in and he picks her up again. Teresa laughs and Michael hands Jesse over to her. Jesse starts to whine, not wanting to leave.
"Come on, baby. we gotta get you changed and then it's nap time." Jesse starts to cry but Teresa doesn't budge and leaves to take her upstairs. Michael chuckles as he watches Teresa take the baby away.
โLooks like someone loves you," I nudge him, my voice full of amusement. He takes a sip from his cocoa and I canโt help but stare at how his eyes sparkle as he laughs and the way the warmth of his smile radiates.
"Yeah, I guess she does," Michael chuckles, taking another sip of hot chocolate, and I swear the man is getting more attractive every minute. From across the room, Ashanti notices the way Iโm looking at Michael and she canโt help but chuckle, taking the situation entirely out of context.
โMimi, you're drooling a bit.โ Ashanti says, her teasing voice loud enough for us all to hear, and Michael glances sideways at me as he tries to suppress a smirk. I roll my eyes at her and chuckle.
"Whatever, Ashanti. It was just because I wanted a cookie." I say as I pick up one from the plate of treats, taking a bite.
"Uh-huh, tell yourself that, sweetheart." Ashanti replies with a smirk and I canโt help but snicker as she continues to antagonize me. "Just try not to get any on the counter.โ
As the chatter and laughter continue to fill the kitchen, Grandmother, with her usual warmth and hospitality, invites us to settle in and make ourselves comfortable. With the fire crackling and the scent of hot chocolate wafting through the air, it's easy to feel at home.
I take a seat at the table, cradling my mug of cocoa in my hands, savoring the rich, chocolatey warmth. This cozy atmosphere and the company of family are the perfect way to spend Christmas. A game of Spades commences and everyone's energy is elevated as time passes quickly.
The living room, magically illuminated by the large Christmas tree, is infused with laughter and shouting as I finish up my cup of hot chocolate. The mood is light and we are all enjoying ourselves. I also can't help but admire how Michael has just gravitated into our family. He fits in seamlessly and I can think back to when I'd seen interviews talking about how good of a guy he is. I'm glad to know that every word is true.
As the minutes blur into hours, the delicious aroma of Christmas dinner wafts through the house and I notice Michael's eyes light up at the scent. I can feel my hunger growing as well. The sun retreats into the horizon and the kids start to get a little rowdy as they are ready to eat. It doesn't help that the plate of treats is long gone.
"Mommy! When is dinner ready? I'm gonna die!" Matthew whines to Teresa, falling into her lap dramatically.
"Any minute now, honey. The table is almost set.โ Teresa responds, stroking Matthew's hair and giving him a kiss. He sighs dramatically as he looks around the room, his eyes landing on me as I'm engaged in a conversation with Ashanti and James.
The four of us share a smile at his melodrama and I canโt help but laugh. Teresa lifts his face with her finger and the two of them have a sweet moment.
As if on cue, the dinner bell rings and everyone eagerly gets up, washing up before heading to the dining room. We stand around the table as Grandmother prays over the food and, once she's finished, we all get to work making our plates. Of all the meals we've had on this trip, this one is rightfully the biggest and most delicious. It seems everyone's plan today is to eat their fill.
I load my plate up with plenty of food, earning some looks from my aunts, but I ignore them. As I enter the dining room, I spot Michael sitting next door to Daniel, deep in conversation. I sit down next to him and he glances at me, throwing me a wink as he goes back to the conversation.
Dinner starts off on a cheerful note, with Grandmother praying over the food and everyone digging into the delicious holiday feast. I can't help but feel grateful for my family, despite our shortcomings, I wouldn't ask for a different family.
"This food is really good, Ms. Samuels." Michael says, smiling at my mother and she returns the smile.
"I'm glad you like it, Michael. Eat as much as you like!" She replies. I chuckle a bit as I look over and see Teresa with a plate filled to the brim with food. I hear Aunt Pat tsk.
"Terry, honey, you're not eating for two anymore, you don't have to eat like a pig anymore, you know?" She tells her, as if it's the most normal thing to say. The table goes silent as Teresa stares across the table at her mother.
"Ma, was that really necessary?" She asks, her brow furrowed. Aunt Pat shrugs her shoulders.
"I was just saying, you're not as young as you used to be. All that food is gonna go right to your hips. You already have a long way to go with all that baby weight." Aunt Tina snickers at her sisters words and Teresa doesn't respond, just eating in silence.
"Can we please not do this right now?" Ashanti asks with annoyance. "Just two seconds, please, without your stupid criticisms?!" Aunt Pat and Tina look at each other in disbelief. My mom shakes her head and sighs and Grandmother doesn't seem to be paying attention.
"Let's just talk about something happy? How about that?" I suggest, offering a smile. Aunt Tina turns to me and smirks.
"Okay, then. So, Mimi, since you and Michael seem to be head over heels for each other, are you planning on living off of him so you can keep painting? I mean painting is all well and good, but it's still not a proper career. Maybe now since you have a movie star boyfriend, you shouldn't have to worry about money." She remarks, her tone dripping with condescension.
I feel my face flush, and my hands clench into fists under the table. Even after everything I've said to them, they still are acting this way. I hate always feeling like I have to live up to these stupid expectations. Michael grabs my hand, unballing my fist and linking our fingers. I look up and I open my mouth to speak.
"You know, if you guys actually cared, you'd know that Naomi is a hard worker and her artwork on average goes for a couple thousand dollars per painting. You say all these things like you care about her well being, but she's actually doing really will without you and your criticism." Michael tells her, standing up for me. Aunt Tina's jaw drops as she stammers for a response.
"I'm just saying, she needs a stable job. Her finances rely on whether she makes a good painting or not and she could at any moment in time lose-"
"Hello, hello, hellooooo!" Ashanti interrupts her, tapping her hand on the table. "It's 2023, right? Oh yeah, it is! Yet here you old women are here being bitter and ugly." Teresa nods and opens her mouth to speak as well.
"So many women nowadays are smashing stereotypes left and right. What happened to supporting each other as women? You both just see someone happily living their life you just have to shit on them!" She says, covering Jesse's ears. Mason and Matthew giggle at hearing the profanity. Just as the argument threatens to escalate, Grandmother stands and puts down her utensils.
"Now that's enough, everyone." She demands and everyone falls silent. "Naomi is a grown woman, capable of making her own life decisions. It's her life, and she has the right to choose her own path. You all have lived your lives already and they are nowhere near perfect. Patrice, you're divorced and you've been bitter ever since. Pat your daughter has a beautiful family and is living happily but you always manage to say something to put her down. She's doing an amazing job as a mother, perhaps even better than you." Aunt pat looks down at her plate, not saying anything.
"And Tina you never even got married! You kept pushing all of your ambitions on Ashanti and she grew up not being her true self. All she wanted was your approval and you never even tell her she's done a good job. Her success may be from what you pushed her to do, but Ashanti is a remarkable woman who is allowed to have ambitions of her own." Grandmother points to Aunt Tina and she avoids eye contact.
"These children are the future and shaping the world and you're trying so hard to live through them because you didn't live your lives the way you wanted to. Angie," She points to my mother. "You have raise a smart, beautiful, and talented daughter and she is making her mark on the world. You did such an amazing job raising her, but you need to do a better job at defending her as well. That's your baby girl, and you don't even notice how much your sisters make her feel bad about herself."
"Ashanti, Teresa, Naomi, I've got some words for you three as well. Indeed these women haven't been the kindest, but these are your mothers, you hear me. You treat them with respect, always. Now, that doesn't mean to let them walk all over you and I'm proud of you girls for looking out for each other, but never is it acceptable to call them names or to curse at them." She tells us sternly. She looks over at Daniel and he looks back at her, wondering what he did.
"Daniel, you have been the family's golden child all your life. You haven't had to deal with a lot of what these young ladies did, but if you see something, you better speak up! There is no being neutral when it comes to you cousins and your little sister. Especially your sister!" She lectures him as he nods, looking over at us.
"James, you are a wonderful match for my grandbaby Teresa. I am so happy she was able to find you and create a gorgeous family. Remember that your wife is number one always, and teach your kids to respect their mother. And Michael." She turns to him and he raises his eyebrows a bit. "Ever since you came and started getting close to my Naomi, she has been happier than I've seen her in years. If you're serious about liking her, you better protect her happiness, because for too long, Mimi hasn't had that type of trust and protection." Michael looks at me and nods his head as well.
"We are a family. We're all we got. So, shape up and love each other, or things will get really ugly around here." Grandmother says, concluding her speech and sitting down. It's silent for a moment and no one moves. I can see the shame on Aunt Tina and Pat's faces, even my mothers. They mumble apologies and we all agree to move past the tension, in an effort to mend our family. I catch Grandmother's eye and she smiles at me.
I mouth the words, "Thank you," to her and she nods at me. I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her, as she's always been my biggest supporter. I feel Michael squeeze my hand reassuringly and I smile at him.
As dinner draws to a close, Michael leans over, bringing my hand to his lips and gently kissing my knuckles.
"You handled that well," He whispers, his breath warm on my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Your family clearly has their ups and downs, but it's obvious that you are loved by many. And I can see why. You're strong, talented, and beautiful inside out." He tells me, flashing a charming smile at me. My cheeks flush at his words, and I feel a giddy smile spread across my face.
"Thank you, Michael. That really means a lot, coming from you. I don't know how many times I can say it, but I'm really grateful that I met you and got to get to know you." I tell him and I lean in and kiss his cheek. He puts his arm around my shoulder and presses a kiss to my temple as sit at the table still.
"Hey, last ones at the table have to clean it up!" Ashanti calls from the kitchen. Michael and I look at each other and burst out laughing, shaking our heads as we stand up and start cleaning off the table.
Later, Michael and I are relaxing in the living room with Teresa, Ashanti, Daniel, and James. With Michaels arm around me, I feel a sense of contentment as we reminisce over the events these past few days. We playfully tease Ashanti about her outburst at the market and we talk about our favorite memories as well. It really feels like the end to a cheesy Hallmark movie.
Michael leans into my ear and whispers, "So, about our flight tomorrow morning. I may have gotten you a little something else to go along with it." I raise an eyebrow and look at him.
"A little something else?" I question. He leads me upstairs to his guest room and opens his closet. It holds several shopping bags and I open them to find brand-new clothes. "Michael, what? Why did you buy these?" I ask him. He chuckles at my shocked reaction.
"I know you most likely only packed enough for your trip here, but I want you to have options when we go to LA. I've got a lot planned for us and I didn't want you to have to worry about a thing." He explains. "I also wanted to spoil you, I think it's become my new hobby." He jokes. I stand up and turn to him, pouting. He raises an eyebrow but then I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest. He laughs a bit as he holds me close to him.
"Why are you so perfect~" I ask in a playful whine, looking up at him.
"I'm far from perfect, sweetheart," he tells me with a smile. "Just head over heels, like Aunt Tina said." He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, pulling me even closer. I cringe at his words and giggle.
"Ew, no. We don't use that phrase anymore." I tell him as I pretend to barf. Michael chuckles at my over the top reaction and faked a look of hurt, clutching his chest dramatically.
"Oh, yep- you got me right in the heart-" He grunts as he pretends to die. I roll my eyes at him.
"Whatever." I giggle and try to walk away, but he grabs my hand and pulls me back in. He locks his arms around me so I can't escape and starts trailing kisses on my neck, making his way to my lips. I fight back as best as I can, but I eventually give in, giggling against his lips.
We continue to kiss passionately, his hands roaming across my body, relishing the feeling of my skin under his fingertips. Eventually, I pull away, slightly out of breath, but completely enamored with him.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. You taste so good," He murmurs, his voice husky and filled with desire. "We should probably get to packing, we have an early day tomorrow." Michael's hands rest on my hips, his thumbs trailing over my curves.
"Yeah, you're right. Cause I'm goin' to LA!" I squeal excitedly and he grins at my enthusiasm, feeling a mix of excitement and affection swelling in his chest.
"Yep, and it's gonna be the best trip of your life. That's a guarantee." He winks at me and plants a few more kisses on my lips before detaching himself from me, though not without sneaking a playful pat on my butt as I walk away. I giggle and turn back to him. "Come on, let's get packing.
The rest of the day, everyone is preparing to leave. Teresa and her family are leaving tonight, as well as Ashanti, claiming she has business to attend to. I give my cousins a warm goodbye and we all promise to keep in touch. My aunts are silent for the rest of the night, which is a nice change for once. I finish up packing and Daniel, Michael and I spend time talking by the fireplace. Eventually, we all retire to our rooms, resting up for the next day.
In the morning, Grandmother is up early and cooks a hearty meal for those who haven't left yet. We thank her and eat up, knowing this might be the last homecooked meal we have for a while. Daniel was driving back to LA, but he offered to drop us off at the airport. We took our time saying goodbye to the family and I made a point to even say goodbye to my aunts. It's better to leave on a good note.
As I stand in the living room, waiting for Michael to come down with the rest of our bags. I pause for a moment, taking in the familiar, comforting surroundingsโthe well-worn couch, the stack of board games, and the photos on the mantle, both old and new, all reminders of the eventful holiday I've just had.
I hear footsteps on the stairs and see Michael descending the stairs.
"Ready to go, beautiful?" He asks, pulling me into a warm embrace. I encircle my arms around his neck, feeling my hear skip a beat.
"Yeah, just about." I smile, taking in your familiar scent, leaning up and capturing your lips in a kiss. Daniel clears his throat noisily from the foyer, causing us to break apart.
"Ahem, I'm happy for you two, really, but we've got a schedule to keep, folks. Time to hit the road." He tells us and we chuckle, grabbing the last of our stuff and putting it in his car. We say our last goodbyes before heading out to the car. Michael and I sit in the backseat of Dan's car, getting comfy as the car starts. As we pull off, I watch as my childhood home disappears around the corner, bidding it a silent farewell. I felt a twinge of sadness for the difficulties I faced these past few days, but I feel Michael take my hand in his and my mood is replaced with excitement for what's to come.
When we arrive at the airport, Daniel helps Michael unload our luggage. I give him a big hug, saying goodbye for now.
"Thank you for everything, Daniel. Not just for bringing Michael into my life, but just being my brother and looking out for me. I love you."
Daniel returns the hug, his voice a bit gruff with affection. "Love you to, Mimi. Now go and have some fun. Just remember to call, text, or send a smoke signal now and then to let me know you're okay." He tells me. I nod and he daps up Michael, claiming they'll see each other at work. As we grab our stuff and walk towards the entrance, Daniel calls after us.
"Hey! Take care of my little sister, or I'll come looking for you, Jordan," Daniel warns with a playful growl.
"Will do, I won't let anything happen to her," Michael assures him. And with that, we wave him goodbye. I am unable to wipe my smile off my face as we check in and make our way through customs. We board our plane and settle into our seats and I look out the window at the world outside as we wait to lift off.
"This is it," Michael says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Our first of many trips together. I can't wait to show you all the best spots in LA." My heart races as I look into Michael's eyes.
"I'm so excited. I can't wait to see what's in store for us." I reply and we lace our fingers together, smiling warmly at each other. I feel incredibly fortunate to have Michael by my sideโ a man who seems to understand me so well and who has already woven himself into the fabric of my life and family.
As the plane ascends, I gaze out the window, watching the snowcapped mountains give way to fluffy white clouds. I feel a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that whatever lay ahead, I have the love and support of my family, and now Michael, to see me through it all.
Little did I know that this trip would mark the beginning of a new chapter in my lifeโone where I never have to go through anything alone anymore, one where I find true happiness and realize just how blessed I truly am.
As I think back on the events of this trip, it really had a little of everything. We had a lot of fun, a bit of drama, a budding romance. When I look back, this truly was a December to remember...
๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ boyfriend!Lloyd Hansen x Black!Fem Reader
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Smut (minors dni!!!)
๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ก๐ฌ๐ช โ The Gray Man
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ 3.7K
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โ Lloyd's been working a lot lately and rarely coming home. It's been a pretty lonely December, so you take matters into your own hands. You'll get his attention one way or another...
a/n - you ever been fucked till you dumb? Well this is the best way I can describe that. I hope yโall enjoy!
The December nights are cold, but Lloyd's absence makes them a lot colder. His work consumes him entirely, leaving me alone in our home, yearning for that man's deadly touch that seems worlds away. The city lights are my only comfort, but tonight, I plan to change that.
The hum of surveillance screens and tapping of keyboards fills the dark room as Lloyd sits back, holding a photo of his target and waiting to hear some good news. He swirls half a glass of whiskey in his hand as he lets out a harsh breath of impatience in response to the employees' failure to useful present information. His brow furrows as he rubs his temples.
"Come on, guys, give me something. Anything!" He shouts loudly in an irritated tone. It'd been a while since he had a target this difficult to find. The employees flinch at the hostility in his voice and glance at each other. A young man, one of the employees, hesitantly raises his head from his screen to make eye contact with Lloyd, as he attempts to speak up. The man's words come out shaky and hesitant as he speaks in a trembling voice, clearly afraid of Lloyd's reaction to whatever he has to say.
"W- Well, Sir," He stutters nervously before speaking in a soft tone with an uncertain look in his eyes, "...We...we're trying... b-but we haven't been able to... track him down. It's almost impossible t- to find a lead on him..."
"Almost impossible," Lloyd echoes menacingly as he stands up, chuckling to himself and setting his glass down. His expression becomes even more cold and heartless as his intimidating glare turns towards the young worker. "I don't give a donkey's dick how hard it is to find him! I don't pay you shitheads for your excuses. Now, do your goddamn jobs and we can all go home, sound good?" He says in a condescending tone.
The young man lowers his head out of fear, remaining silent along with everyone else in the room No one dares to speak another word, not wanting to anger their boss any further. The only sound to be heard is the harsh breathing of Lloyd as he slumps back down in his seat, his icy blue eyes glaring at the large screen, searching for any ideas on where to find this guy. He takes another sip from his glass. It seems like this is going to be a long night.
Meanwhile, at home, I find myself dressed in my best lingerie, moving through the place while drinking a glass of red wine. I check myself out in the mirror in the hallway, smiling contently as I tease my hair a bit. The lights are dimmed and I make my way to the living room, where I have my laptop set up.
Sitting on the couch, I set my glass down and start tapping away on my computer. A mischievous smirk plays on my face as I access the screens at Lloyd's location, causing them to go dark for a moment.
At the center of the room, seated at his desk, Lloyd notices the sudden flickering of the screens in front of him before they all simultaneously go dark.
"What the hell happened?!" He asks in irritation. He glances around searching for a source of the interference, unable to determine what the issue was.
"You!" He points to one of his employees, who looks nervously back at him. "Get these shits back on now!" He demands as he stands up abruptly, his chair falling back from the force.
"I- I- I'm trying, Sir. It seems like something is interfering with the connection-" He's unable to finish his sentence as he's grabbed by the collar and Lloyd glares angrily into his eyes. He throws out threats of what will happen if the screens aren't up and running in the next ten seconds, not quite realizing that his screens are being accessed remotely by a rather clever woman who seems to have a plan brewing in her mind.
The terrified man struggles to speak while trying to free himself from Lloyd's iron grip. Lloyd lets out a harsh growl as he watches his workers try to fix the problem quickly. The atmosphere is thick, most of them too scared to concentrate properly under the pressure.
In an instant, the screens come back on. However, instead of footage of the target, it seems they are broadcasting live surveillance of Lloyd's home. Confused, he lets go of his employee, staring at the screen. His eyes widen when he sees me, wrapped in a black silk robe, sprawled out on the bed as I sip some wine.
"What the hell?" Lloyd is taken by surprise as he's unable to take his eyes off the screen, completely perplexed by the unexpected scene. He raises an eyebrow as he watches me lounging on the bed, my seductive red lips slowly sipping from my glass as I look directly into the camera. He knows this is my doing. Suddenly, his anger and frustration from the previous moments dissipate.
His employees look around at each other in confusion, unsure of what was going on.
"Goddamn it," Lloyd whispers to himself, annoyed with the situation, yet somehow drawn to the sight of my bare legs peeking out from the robe. My dark skin gives off a soft glow in the low lighting, mesmerizing everyone in the room. Still unable to look away, he takes a few steps closer to the screen, his gaze following every single movement of mine.
I bite my lip as I tug on the tie that holds my robe together, causing it to fall open. Underneath, he and everyone in the room can see my lacy red lingerie on the screen. There's an audible gasp from all the employees in the room as the screen lights up with the unexpected visuals, everyone's eyes immediately drawn to my seductive undergarments that cling to my body perfectly and reveal every curve.
Lloyd is completely captivated by the sight, my eyes shooting naughty glances at the camera as if begging him to come to me. The room is completely still as everyone stares at the screen, too stunned by my sexy reveal to do anything else.
Diverting his attention to the group and realizing that the entire room has their gaze fixed on my show on the monitor, Lloyd furrows his brow in anger.
"What the hell are you looking at?!" He shouts furiously, his darkening glare sending chills down their spines as they realize what they'd been doing. They immediately turn away from the screen and nervously look elsewhere. Lloyd looks back at the screen. I take another sip of wine before tipping the glass, letting the wine trickle down my gorgeous body as I continue to stare into the camera. The more he watches, the more aroused he becomes. The image of me teasingly stroking my body burned into his mind, reminding him of what was waiting for him at home. He just better not keep me waiting too long.
Lloyd swallows hard as he reaches into his pocket and dials my number into his phone, pressing it tightly to his ear and waiting to hear my voice.
I smirk as I hear my phone vibrating beside me. I take my eyes off the camera, answering the phone as I toss my hair over my shoulder.
"Hello~" He almost lets out a groan from the sound of my sultry voice. His eyes are still glued to the screen as he watches me cross my legs. Despite the distance between us, he can't stop himself from fantasizing about every single thing he'd do to me if he were with me.
"Why, hello..." Lloyd starts in a husky tone, his words coming out a bit slower than usual. "Being naughty now, are we?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about..." I lie, looking back into the camera. "I'm just sitting here, enjoying a glass of wine. How's work? You must be so busy right now." While my tone is innocent, my mischievous smile gives me away.
"Uh-huh..." He can't hide his smirk as he notices my sarcasm. He knows I'm being playful and trying to stir him up. Despite his frustration over the earlier situation, he can't help but find my teasingly seductive attitude amusing and attractive. "Work is... work. Busy as always." He pauses for a moment to chuckle to himself. "But, the funniest thing just happened over here. Care to guess what that is?"
"Oh, baby, you know I'm bad at guessing games. I always guess wrong." I reply, fake pouting. I can almost hear the smirk on his face growing wider. He's enjoying this back-and-forth teasing, it's hot! It's a game, like a dance, I have to keep moving to his rhythm.
"That's okay, cupcake," Lloyd replies, his tone turning seductive. "If you guess wrong, I have a few ways to make you... beg for the correct answer~" I can feel the heat rising all over my body, his words slowly and menacingly turning into something more suggestive and threatening. I try not to show how much the sound of his smooth voice and cocky attitude is affecting me, but I'm getting turned on more and more by every word he speaks. I almost lose concentration on what I was planning, but I stand my ground.
"I have no idea what could be going on over there, honey. Did you get that target you were after?" I ask coyly, standing up from the bed and walking over to the nightstand to set my glass down. I put the phone on speaker as I let my robe fall to the floor, revealing a thong with a chain with Lloyd's name engraved in it. I act as if I don't know the camera is there, or that he's in a room full of people and I climb back onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows.
"Not yet, Princess. I've got a new task tonight," He tells me, making me curious.
"Oh really? And what's that?" I inquire.
"Santa's gotta punish someone who's on the naughty list." He hangs up the phone, and I have to try and contain my excitement, knowing I'm still on their screens. I stand back up, taking my glass to the kitchen to refill it while I eagerly wait for Lloyd's arrival.
Once my glass is filled, I make my way back to the bedroom, picking a record out from our collection. I set it on the record player and set the mood, smiling to myself. It's only a matter of time before he gets here and, knowing him, he's running every red light and cutting everyone off to get to me. As the record starts to play, I sit back on the bed, letting the sensual music fill the room. I close my eyes as I lean back, fantasizing about the things Lloyd is gonna do to me. I picture what will happen when he first walks through that door, finding me with my legs spread and his name engraved on my thong. Just the thought excites me.
โAnd there she isโฆ" Lloyd mutters under his breath as enters the room and spots me, sitting on the bed, looking incredibly delicious. He leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets as he smirks at me. I open my eyes and sit up, startled slightly by his sudden presence.
โYouโre home early,โ I say, regaining my composure. I try not to melt under his smoldering gaze as he stalks towards me.
โYou miss me?โ He questions with a crooked grin.
"Of course, I missed you. It's been a while since you've been home. A girl like me gets lonely pretty quick." I reply as I stand up, looking at him innocently.
"You poor thing," He teases sarcastically, his eyes running up and down my body as he looks down at me. He brings his fingers up and grazes the strap of my lingerie, caressing the fabric. He slides it off my shoulder and I can literally feel the heat radiating from his proximity to me as he stands towering over me, the smell of his cologne enveloping me.
"You must be so proud of yourself, Y/N..." He starts.
"For what, darling?" I feign ignorance as if I don't know exactly what he means. Without warning, Lloyd grabs me by the throat and pulls me towards him. I inhale sharply at the unexpected action as he leans down.
"That stunt you pulled was clever, cupcake. I'm impressed." He whispers against my neck. I feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I hold onto his wrist to support myself. " I hope you're ready for the consequences~" I can literally feel the power of his hold on my neck as he brings his lips even closer to mine, making my throat tighten under his grip. His breath is hot against my skin as he breathes into my ear. His words send shivers through my core.
"You can play innocent all you want," He growls out lowly, his free hand moving down to grip my thigh possessively. Lloyd pulls me even closer against his growing bulge. "I'm gonna enjoy punishing you." I can't help but tremble slightly as his words fill me with a mix of excitement and fear. A smile widens across my face as I press myself against his crotch and lean into his touch, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of his strong hands on my body and the adrenaline rushing through me. It's a challenge to keep my knees from buckling.
"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to break you." His grip on my throat tightens slightly as his hand moves up my thigh, dangerously close to where he knows my body aches for him. "But first, you're going to get on your knees for me." I gulp audibly as he releases my throat, leaning against his body. "On your knees... now..." The fact that I'm unable to resist him is even hotter. I slowly move down till my eyes are level with this groin.
"That's a good girl," Lloyd's fingers tangle themselves into my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look up at him. He starts to undo his belt buckle and unzips his pants. I don't break eye contact as I reach up to pull his boxers down, revealing his thick, hard length to me. My mouth falls open instinctively, watering with anticipation. His free hand slides down my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw.
"I'm going to take you apart piece by piece and I'm gonna love every second of it." He guides my head forwards, forcing his throbbing cock into my eager mouth. He groans deeply as I take him in all the way, his grip on my hair tightening. He starts to thrust gently, pushing deeper into my throat each time. I moan around him as my tongue swirls against his skin. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as my throat stretches to accommodate his size.
Lloyd thrusts into my mouth slowly, inching deeper every time and barely allowing me room to breathe. I grip his thighs tightly as I focus hard to prevent myself from gagging. I look up at him with doe eyes as his cock pulses in my mouth.
His eyes darken further, watching my struggle. He pulls back slightly, giving me a moment to catch my breath before pushing back in deeper, causing me to let out muffled moan as he hits the back of my throat. He looks down at me, his breath heavy as he picks up speed. "That's it, baby. Take all of me."
As I feel the familiar sting in my throat, I can't help but whimper around his cock. My eyes roll back, my body shuddering with need. I try to match his rhythm, bobbing my head up and down on his thick shaft. I squeeze my eyes shut as he assaults my throat, slobber dribbling down the sides of my mouth.
Lloyd's fingers dig into my hair as he leans forward, his hips slamming against my face. He growls low in his throat, the vibrations causing my entire body to tremble. With one last forceful thrust, pulling my head as close as possible, he finally releases me. I gasp heavily as I fall forward onto my hands, whimpering softly as I catch my breath.
Lloyd's breathing is ragged as he watches me recover. His hands shake slightly as he tries to regain control. โOn the bed, naughty girl. Weโre not finished yet.โ Trembling slightly, I scramble onto the bed, my body aching for more of his touch. He tosses heโs shirt to the side and steps out of his pants and boxers, flexing his muscles slightly as he approaches me. My eyes never leave his as he climbs onto the bed, towering above me. โUh-uh, princess. Turn over and toot that ass up real nice for me.โ
I obey his command, rolling over onto my stomach. My heart is pounding in anticipation as I feel him approach from behind. He unclips my bra in one swift motion and I toss it onto the floor. Lloyd's hands run over his engraved name on my thong and then grip my hips tightly, moving the fabric to the side as he positions himself at my entrance. He rubs his length against my soaked slit, eliciting another whimper from me. With a growl, he forces himself inside, inch by inch, stretching me into submission.
โOh fuck, Y/N, youโre so fucking tight,โ he groans, pounding into me. I arch my back, trying to take more of him. His hands roam down my sides, digging into my flesh as he takes me harder and faster. I moan out as my hands ball up the sheets. The headboard slams into the wall as Lloyd pounds into me, his skin slapping against mine. He leans over to grab my hips, pulling me back into him.
He forces my face into the bedsheets as he pushes his full length into me. My screams of pleasure reverberate off the walls, the only other sounds heard being the sloppy smacking of his cock into my wetness. I feel the climax rising within me, my pussy dripping as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I heave heavily as I try my hardest to hold it in. But Lloyd doesnโt make it easy.
He smacks my ass hard, leaving a visible handprint in my dark skin. The sting of it only serves to turn me on even more.
โYouโre such a slut, getting turned on this much by your punishment!โ He grunts as he smacks my ass again, causing me to yelp in pleasure.
โIs this what you wanted, cupcake?โ He questions as he thrusts harder and yanks my head back by my thick curls. โYou wanted my attention so bad you went and messed with my toys?โ I gasp as I feel him hit that spot inside me over and over again. I can only respond with unintelligible nonsense between my moans, Lloydโs hips slamming into my ass with punishing force. He's relentless, driving into me with a fierce determination that leaves me breathless.
Unable to hold it any longer, my orgasm flows over me and I soak him, the sheets, and my thong with my juices. Although he doesnโt slow down. Instead he continues to drill into me, splashing my arousal all over the sheets. He uses his grip on my hair to pull me towards him as he fucks me senseless.
My voice comes out hoarse and strangled as I feel lightheaded. โI-I canโt take any more,โ I manage to choke out between pants, my voice shaky.
"Oh, you can take it," he growls, pulling out only to slam back in with a force that steals what little breath I had left. His hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he takes me roughly. As if sensing that I was about to collapse, he picks up the pace, driving deeper and harder. My body tenses, anticipation coursing through me.
"Lloyd!" I scream his name, my body quaking violently under his assault as my second orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My voice echoes in the room as my walls clench around him. He groans deep in his throat, his own release imminent.
Lloyd grunts and grits his teeth as he comes, his hips ramming into me with an unyielding ferocity. He bites down hard on his lip to suppress a scream as he spills his cum deep inside me. The force of his orgasm is enough to send shudders through my body. He lies there for a few moments, his weight pinning me to the bed.
Finally, he pulls out of me with a loud, satisfied moan. His hands run through his sweat-drenched hair, abs glistening in the light. He pants heavily, watching as my body falls in a slumped heap on the bed, cum dripping out of my cunt.
โNow, you gonna be a good girl for me and let Daddy get his work done?โ He asks me in a husky voice as a small smirk plays at the corners of his mouth. Iโm still catching my breath, looking over at him with hooded eyes. I give him a slow nod, biting my lip gently.
โGood girls use their voice~โ Lloyd reminds me, placing his hand on my hip and caressing it.
โYes, daddyโฆ Iโll behave.โ I respond, knowing full well I intend to act up again.
โThatโs a good girl,โ he praises, rubbing my back softly.
โDo you have to go back right now?โ I inquire as I watch him stand up.
Lloyd shakes his head, โNo, not yet. I have some time. Iโll deal with that shit show tomorrow.โ He smirks at me, his eyes filled with mischief. He gives me a wink as he walks out of the room to go get something to clean me up with.
Meanwhile, back at work, all of Lloydโs employees stare at the live footage of his room, shocked, embarrassed, and slightly turned on by the show. If only Iโd remembered to turn off the broadcast. Oh wellโฆ
๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Actor!Michael B Jordan x OC!Naomi Samuels
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Fluff
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ 4K
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โ It's Christmas Eve and you, Michael, and your cousins all decide to reconcile by going out for brunch. You have a great time, but your mind is riddled with what if's about your situation with Michael. Is this just a crush? Or is it something more?
๐/๐ซ โ So sorry for the delay, y'all. This winter break ain't winter breakin' rn. But I hope you guys enjoy! Be ready for the finale!
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Ashanti wipes away her tears. "I appreciate that, Naomi. Honestly, I really think that you're such an amazing person. I'm just really bad at saying it." She says with a faint smile. "I'm really sorry for everything I put you through before and after Michael got here. I really do love you. Please forgive me?"
"Of course, I forgive you, Ashanti." I pull her into a hug, a real one. She hesitates for a second, before hugging me back. I give her a little squeeze as I missed this feeling with my cousin. She doesn't let go for a moment, before finally speaking again.
"Hey... can I ask you a favor?" She asks, her voice soft.
Yeah, what is it?" I reply, prepared for whatever she might ask of me. Ashanti pulls back, looking a bit vulnerable.
"Could I... come live with you?" She looks at me with a nervous smile. "I really want to just start somewhere fresh, but I also want to mend our relationship as well. It wouldn't be for long, just until I get back on my feet, but I just really need to get out of my old place." I return the smile, genuinely touched by her sincerity.
"I'd like that, Ashanti. I'd be happy to help out in any way I can." We both hug once more and stand up from the couch. "And, you know what? I think I have an idea on how you can make up with your other cousins as well." I smirk at her and she looks at me, ready to hear what I have to say.
The two of us start planning the perfect way to reconcile with everyone and get closer as well. Ashanti sends out a bunch of texts to Teresa, James, Dan, and Michael, asking if they'd want to join us. Within a minute, everyone responded and meet us in the living room. Ashanti and I ignore the looks we get from our aunts in the kitchen and focus on the task at hand.
"What's going on?" Teresa asks, taking a seat on the couch. She's followed by the others, a little curious as to why they're here. Ashanti smiles and steps forward, a little nervous. I give her a reassuring nod and she takes a deep breath.
"First off, I'd like to apologize for yesterday." Everyone is a little taken aback. Ashanti continues. "I was mean, bitter, and ungrateful for the love you guys have shown me. I was out of line and none of you deserved to witness that or be spoken to like that. And for that, I'm sorry." She looks down at her feet. "I know I've been a real piece of work these past couple days. But I'm also going through a lot right now and it's no excuse for how I've been treating you. I want to make it up to everyone. So..." She pauses for a second and looks up to smile at everyone. "I want to take all of you out to a Christmas brunch! On me!"
Everyone is shocked at Ashanti's proposal, but they look so happy to hear the news. James and Dan are the first to respond.
"Sounds great," Teresa says, sounding a bit giddy.
"I'm down," Agrees Dan, smiling at Ashanti. One by one, each of them join in.
"I'm always up for free food." Michael adds, jokingly. We all share a bit of a laugh.
"I'd love to go, but I told the boys and Jessie I'd take them to see the Grinch today. But, you guys go have fun." James says, but he doesn't look bummed at all. Ashanti seems disappointed at first, but quickly recovers with a smile.
"That's okay. Maybe some other time." She says, staying positive. James leaves to go get the kids and the energy in the room shifts as they discuss plans for the Christmas brunch. Everyone contributes ideas about the perfect venue, sharing laughter and excitement. The air is light, filled with the promise of a fun time.
An hour later, we all pile into Daniel's car and head to the venue. It's a cute, festive restaurant decorated with twinkling lights and holiday decorations. It has a similar feel to the Christmas market. As we all walk in, we're greeted by an incredibly merry hostess.
"Hello!!! Do you have a reservation?" She asks and Ashanti nods, stepping forward.
"Yes, under the name Ashanti. I called earlier." She explains.
"Perfect! We are ready for you!" We all smile to each other as the hostess guides us to a table with a gorgeous view. The place is filled with people in Christmas attire, eating holiday-themed meals and enjoying the atmosphere. We're seated at a booth where Dan, Ashanti, and Teresa sit on one side and Michael and I sit on the other.
We're each handed a menu and the waiter takes our drink orders while we browse. Teresa strikes up a conversation.
"So, what are you guys planning on ordering? I'm kinda leaning towards these Christmas pancakes." Teresa points to the item on the menu and Daniel rolls his eyes.
"You would go for the pancakes, T." He teases with a smirk. Teresa gives him a playful jab in his side.
"That's supposed to be an insult?" She argues with a laugh.
"To be fair, you've been obsessed with loaded pancakes since we were kids." I add, shrugging my shoulders.
"I don't see what the problem is. It's the holidays and I have exactly a day and a half before I have to go back to my diet. I deserve this." She puts her hands up in defense and we all laugh. "Ugh, it's so crazy that we're all going back in just two days." Teresa sighs and we all nod.
"Aww, I'm gonna miss everyoneeeee." Ashanti pouts and puts her arms around Dan and Teresa, pulling them in. I giggle at them and sigh as well.
"I agree. I really enjoyed being back with you guys. And getting to meet you too, Michael. " I say with a smile as I look over at him. He returns the smile and grabs my hand under the table.
"I've really enjoyed being here as well. It's been nice getting to know you. All of you." He looks around the table. "Y'all didn't have to let me stay, but you did. I'm real grateful for that." He gives my hand a squeeze. The feeling of his skin on mine makes me feel butterflies.
"Ahh, come on, man. You know you part of the family now. You're welcome anytime." Dan assures him. It gets silent for a moment as the realization sets in.
"Okay, that's enough of that. Guys, remember, we still have a day to be together. Let's make the most of it!" Ashanti says before the mood gets any dimmer. Everyone nods in agreement as the drinks arrive and we order our food. The conversation between all of us flows naturally, but I can't help but feel a bit of sadness. It's true, we do only have one day left. So what will that mean for me and Michael. I know we've only met recently, but I feel like what we have is special. At least I hope it is. I'm lost in my thoughts when I'm snapped out of it by Teresa.
"You good, Naomi?" Everyone at the table looks at me as I come back down to earth. I put on a smile and nod.
"Yeah! I'm fine, guys." I reply, hoping they don't realize my true feelings. Michael glances over at me, curious about my thoughts. He's trying to read my reaction but I've always been very good at hiding my emotions. Even though I might've fooled everyone else, he seems to have seen through my act. He tugs on my hand a bit, sliding out of the booth while everyone chats.
"We'll be right back. Gotta step out for a second." Michael announces as he stands up. I follow him through the restaurant and he leads me outside before turning to face me. The air is brisk and the wind is chill, but it's also refreshing.
"What's wrong?" He asks quietly, stepping in closer. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I respond, knowing I'm lying and that he knows it too. He looks down at me, his eyes searching mine.
"You're a terrible liar, yknow that?" He chuckles, brushing a hair out my face. I bite my lip as I search my thoughts for a way out of this situation. We were having such a nice time and I don't want to ruin it. "Come on, I know something's bothering you." He presses me for an answer and I sigh heavily, my breath visible in the cold.
"It's just... I've had so much fun here with you these last couple days, but the reality is..." I hesitate, unsure of if I want to fully admit my feelings.
"You're afraid of going back and not seeing me again, aren't you?" He asks, not bothering to wait for me to finish. I slowly nod, avoiding his gaze. This is embarrassing. It feels like we're two teenagers who just want to keep hanging out, even though we know the end is inevitable.
"It's silly, but I'm worried that this is just a little Christmas crush that will fade away as soon as I get on that plane." I admit. He frowns a bit at those words.
"A crush," He repeats, sounding a little hurt. "Do you really think that's all this is?" He asks, holding my hands in his. "Because this feels like much more than that."
"But we have two completely different lives. How will it even work? What will people think?" I question, worry written on my features. He lets out a scoff and I look up at him with my eyebrows raised.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be funny, but who cares?" He takes my face in his hands and runs his thumb gently over my cheek. "Naomi, I'm not sure what this is exactly, but I know one thing for sure. I want you. I want to get to know everything about that beautiful mind of yours and I want to hear every exciting, interesting thing that you have to say. I may have just met you recently, but I feel something special between us and I feel like I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I don't explore it."
I'm taken aback by his words. He looks so honest and so genuine. I've always had trouble with relationships and even though I want nothing more than to believe him, it's hard. I hesitate until he makes me look into his eyes. I can't help but to melt.
"I don't care about the distance or other people's bullshit opinions. You're worth the effort, Naomi. I can't promise you that we'll end up living happily ever after, but I can promise to give it a fair shot."
The idea of life together is tempting and a little bit scary. I've never felt this way before. Not with any of my last boyfriend and not with the guys who've taken interest in me. This feels special, something that only I get to experience.
"What if it fails?" I inquire, worry etched into my voice. He pulls me in close and hugs me.
"Life's too short to worry about what might happen. Even if things don't work out in the long run, I'd much rather know I gave this a real chance than regret never doing anything at all." He releases me and we're just staring at each other, my eyes stuck in his gaze. I feel every one of Michael's words sink into my skin. It feels like his love is seeping into my bones and like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I feel so safe when he hugs me and I don't want to let go.
Without thinking about it, I lean in and kiss him softly. His face brightens at my unexpected advance. He looks so delighted, like this is exactly what he wanted me to do. His lips are soft and sweet and his grip tightens around me. It's a kiss filled with such passing that it makes my heart flutter. I'm filled with so many different emotions, but this just feels right. I don't pull away, but he breaks the kiss to catch his breath.
Our eyes meet slowly as we come back to our senses. His lips curve into a soft smile and my heart's racing. The kiss was brief, but it sent my emotions into hyperdrive. I feel lightheaded, almost dizzy.
"That definitely wasn't a 'holiday crush' kind of kiss. That was a 'I really like you and want to see where this goes' kind of kiss." He whispers, smiling warmly at me.
"I like that kind of kiss." I reply with a blush, causing Michael to chuckle and pull me into another hug. I can't help but to press myself into his chest, taking in his scent. It's intoxicating and soothing, causing me to calm down a little bit.
"Good. Because I plan on giving you a lot more of those." We hug for a few moments before realizing that we're still standing outside the restaurant in the cold.
"We should probably get inside. The food's probably at the table already." Michael nods, pulling me in tightly for one last moment before we break apart.
"Yeah, we better get back inside before they start to wonder where we went." He says as he takes my hand and we return inside the restaurant. The group is engaged in a lively conversation, and as Michael and I take our seats, there's a subtle shift in the dynamic. Our connection is now more apparent, and it's met with knowing smiles from Teresa, Dan, and Ashanti.
The brunch continues, filled with laughter, shared stories, and newfound closeness. The worries about our impending departure are momentarily pushed aside as we savor the present. We all indulge in a variety of holiday-themed dishes, from the Santa pancakes to the Christmas tree salads to the fruit cakes. Only Dan got the fruit cake and we all clowned him for it.
After a great meal, the group decides to explore some of the shops in town to do some last minute gift searching. It's a short walk from the restaurant to the shops, which are located in a nearby plaza. Ashanti, Teresa, and I get excited once we see a clothing shop and we rush over to it, leaving the boys behind. They shake their heads and follow behind us.
The store is filled with a variety of stylish winter clothing and accessories. As we stop to take a look, Ashanti is already pulling pieces off the rack and handing them to Daniel and Michael to hold. Teresa and I browse around and laugh a little at some of the ridiculous holiday outfits they have stocked.
We all have so much fun trying on clothes and making each other laugh, teasing each other and goofing around. Teresa makes a beeline for some ugly, light-up leggings and Ashanti ends up trying on a cute Santa dress. I end up in an adorable elf outfit with a pointy hat and bell. The boys somehow found their own costumes, Daniel in a Rudolph onesie and Michael in a full Santa costume, fake beard and everything. We find a large mirror and take silly photos in it, just having a good time.
We hit a few other shops, buying a few things here and there and getting them gift-wrapped. I find myself having more fun than I've had in a very long time and I'm grateful to have my family and Michael here with me.
The shopping ends up taking longer than I anticipated, but it's all worthwhile because of how much of a good time we all had together. By the time we're wrapping up, it's almost dark and about time for us to get going. We head back to the car and head home.
When we arrive at the house, we put all of our shopping in our rooms for us to wrap and head back downstairs. We're greeted warmly by Grandmother, who wastes no time putting us to work.
"Let's get this house ready for Christmas, shall we?" She tells us.
"Yes Ma'am." We all respond obediently. She proceeds to direct us to our tasks. We all get straight to work, cleaning the living room and sweeping the kitchen. After I'm done with my job, I set the kids up with a movie of The Grinch to keep them occupied while dinner is completed. I look over and see Michael helping out in the kitchen, chatting with my mom and effortlessly becoming a part of the family chaos. I catch his eye and he shoots me a wink, causing me to smile to back and look down bashfully.
After an hour or so, the house is looking spotless, and the smells of delicious food is wafting through the air. We all gather in the kitchen as the meal bell is run, standing in a large circle. Grandmother leads the proceedings with grace, her presence calming and loving. As she says, "Amen," she looks over at me and I can't help but to smile back at her.
Once we've prayed, dinner is served. We all sit down with plates full of delicious food. The dining table is completely full, with the twins sitting at the kitchen bar to eat and Jessie in her high chair. The room is filled with lively chatter and laughter. Aunt Tina and Pat avoid eye contact and conversation with me aside from a few snide comments, but I don't care. For once, their words don't have an effect on me.
It's a very heartwarming, Christmas filled atmosphere and I love the way that things are turning out. Michael is right next to me the whole time and I keep catching him glancing at me. The food is amazing, each dish a delight to our taste buds. We much away heartily, enjoying the evening together.
After dinner, Michael, James, and Daniel head upstairs for a few minutes, seeming to be planning something. I pay no mind to it, stepping into the kitchen to help clean up the kitchen with Teresa while Ashanti sits with Jessie in her lap in the living room. Jessie keeps trying to climb all over her, but she seems to be able to handle herself.
Daniel and James come back down the stairs and get our attention. We all stop what we're doing and look over at them.
"We have a surprise for everyone!" James announces and they direct our attention to the stairs. Coming down the stairs was Santa Claus with a red velvety bag slung over his shoulder. It's obviously Michael, but the kids go crazy with excitement.
"SANTA!!" Matthew shouts as he jumps off of the couch. Jessie squeals happily, running clumsily over to hug "Santa's" leg. He picks her up and smiles at her. I burst out laughing at the children's joyous reactions. It's pure and innocent and utterly wholesome. Michael plays the part well, holding jessie as she talks to him in her adorable toddler language. He brings her over into the living room and turns to face everyone.
"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope everyone has been nice this year!" Everyone erupts in a cheer, the children giggling and laughing. Teresa watches with a genuine smile as she sees her kids meeting Santa. James is catching it all on his camera as well. Santa goes around giving gifts to the kids. The happily open their gifts and it's cute little trinkets that I assume he got from the Christmas market.
"Oh? What's this down here?" He says as he reaches into the bottom of the bag. "It looks like there's one more present in here. I wonder who it could be fore." We all look around curiously. He hands me a small gift, giving me a flirty wink and causing me to giggle. I tear the wrapping paper out of eager curiosity as I peel the wrapping.
Inside is a set of emerald earrings and a matching necklace from Tiffany and Co. I'm speechless for a moment, it feels like time stops for a second.
"Oh my God, Mi- I mean Santa! These are gorgeous!" I have to fight the urge to kiss him, knowing our families are watching. Instead, I smile widely at him as I try the necklace on, the metallic clasp settling nicely against my skin. The expression on his face is one of pure pride as he watches me admire my gift. His gaze falls to my neck as I place the necklace on. His eyes are stuck on me the whole time. He's not just admiring the jewelry, but the woman wearing them as well.
"Santa has very good taste, don't you think?" He asks, chuckling as he gives me a knowing smile.
"I couldn't agree more," I reply. The kids swarm him for a second, hugging his legs and thanking him for their gifts. After taking a few pics with Santa, the kids start to lose interest and wander away to play with their toys. Michael laughs as they run off.
"It's good to know that even Christmas can't hold the kid's attention for that long." He says, causing us all to laugh along with him. He heads back upstairs to get changed again and Ashanti and Teresa rush over to me to admire my new jewelry. They start asking me about what I'd wear them with and talking about how he must really like me. Eventually Michael comes back down in a grey long sleeve and a pair of plaid pajama pants.
The kids have all passed out due to exhaustion from the excitement and the older folks seemed to have gone into food comas. The rest of us sit in the living room in front of the TV with glasses of wine. Michael has taken a seat next to me, leaning back and putting his arm around me. We all put on some funny Christmas movies and enjoy each other's company. The wine loosens us up and the atmosphere is light-hearted.
The rest of the night feels like a blur. I feel comfortable on the couch and lean into Michael's side, my head resting on his shoulder as the movie goes on. Finding myself being a bit more affectionate than I'm use to, I plant a few kisses on his neck, making sure no one else is watching us. His hand runs up and down my side before resting on my hip as he smiles down at me. He pulls me a little closer and plants a kiss on my head. It just feels right to be here, snuggled up in Michael's arms. I don't have any worries in this moment, I'm just going to bask in this moment for as long as I can.
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๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem Reader
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Fluff
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ 2K
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โ In the middle of winter break, Miles, feeling restless, hits you up to see if you'd wanna hang out. You suggest ice skating and soon enough, you're on the ice. You find yourself realizing exactly how you feel about Miles and that, maybe, he feels the same.
๐/๐ซ โ Here's a cute lil oneshot for ya. I absolutely love Spiderverse, so it's always fun to make fanfics of it. I hope you guys like it!
12 Days of Christmas Masterlist
The winter chill has settled over Brooklyn, New York, covering the streets in a layer of pristine snow. School has just gotten out for winter break and it seems like the crime has died down a bit, so Miles hasn't really had anything to do. Feeling a bit restless, he glances out of his window at the snowy world below. With a sigh, Miles reaches for his phone, deciding to make his day more interesting and text his best friend, Y/N.
Miles: "Yo, you busy?"
You were in your home, lounging in your room as you scroll on your phone. A notification shows up at the top of your screen and you see it's a message from Miles. You look at the text you received and raise an eyebrow, curious as to why he was asking.
Y/N: "Nah, I'm free right now. What's up?
Miles: "You wanna hang out? I'm bored..."
Y/N: "Yeah, I'm down. What did you have in mind?"
Miles: "Dunno, we could just chill at my house?"
You sigh at his suggestion, rolling your eyes and shaking your head.
Y/N: "I'm tired of being inside, I wanna go out somewhere. How 'bout that ice skating place that just opened a few weeks ago?"
Miles had to pause, contemplating on whether or not to go. But he decided that if it made you happy, he wanted to take you there.
Miles: "Sure, I'm down. You better not be scared to go ice skating."
His reply sounded as if he was mocking you.
Y/N: "Speak for yourself. They don't call me Ice Queen for nothin'๐โ๏ธ"
Miles couldn't help but chuckle.
Miles: "Sure, Miss 'Ice Queen'. Let's do this."
Fifteen minutes later, you and Miles are walking down the snowy streets, heading towards the ice skating rink. While walking, the cold surrounded you two, a slight breeze causing Miles to wince and rub his arms a bit.
"Dang, it's kinda cold out here." He says, looking over at you, presuming you were also cold.
"What? You can't handle a little chill?" You ask teasingly, hiding the fact that you are chilly as well. Miles scoffs and looks over as his breath is visible.
"You don't look any less frozen than me, Ice Queen." He moves closer to you, rubbing his shoulder against yours in an attempt to warm himself. You laugh sarcastically at his joke and bump his shoulder playfully.
"We're almost there, crybaby," You say, pointing up ahead. Miles was going to give a comeback in response, but he was too damn cold to really care too much.
"Good, I'm freezing my ass off." He admits, his teeth chattering a bit as he speaks. When we get inside, it's still cold but definitely warmer than outside. We head up to the front desk and pay for some rentals before heading over to a bench to put the skates on. Miles struggles a bit with his. He's a bit uncoordinated sometimes, so it takes him some time to actually put them on properly. Although, once he's done, he smiles and looks at you expectantly.
"So? Show me what you got, Ice Queen." He says with a slight laugh. You meet his challenge with a smirk.
"Watch and learn, Morales!" You glide out gracefully onto the ice, noticing that there's not that many people out. Miles shuffles over to the ice, holding onto the wall as he watches you. "See? I know what I'm doing." Miles rolls his eyes playfully at you.
"Sure, keep thinking that. But hey, if you fall, I'll be there to catch you. Sound fair?" He laughs, sounding a bit flirtatious. You laugh in response.
"You wish I would fall!" You shout as you take a lap around the rink. You come back around and Miles is still waiting at the edge of the ice. "Whatchu waiting for, slow poke?" You taunt. He gives you a determined look and steps out onto the ice. Although, before he can even finish taking a step, he falls onto the cold floor, landing on his butt. You skate over to him, holding out a hand. Miles looks up at you, seeming a little bit embarrassed.
"What was that you said about catching me if I fall? Maybe I should've been saying that." You tease as you stifle a laugh. He shakes his head as he grabs your hand and pulls himself up.
"Shut up. I tripped." He insists, obviously lying to himself.
"On thin air, or your ego?" You stick your tongue out tauntingly and start skating forward.
"Thin air, definitely. My ego's still very much in tact, thank you." You chuckle as he catches up, the two of you now gliding on the ice together. Miles is a bit wobbly, but he finds his balance, hoping not to fall on his ass again. You shake your head and hold your hand out to him.
"Here, just hold onto me." You offer with a small smirk on your face. Miles gives you a smug look back, taking your hand and standing upright.
"My hero." He replies mockingly. You roll your eyes and he pulls you closer to him as you both skate forward. "You know, if you wanted to hold my hand, Y/N, you could've just said so." He teases, giving you a wink.
"What? No, I was just being nice. If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just asked." You retort playfully, giving him a nudge with your elbow. He looks as if he's going to lose his balance for a moment, but then recovers, glaring at you as you snicker at him.
"Uh huh, that's what they all say." He scoffs and you continue to laugh at him. Suddenly, he loses his balance again and he grabs onto your shoulders for support, gasping loudly. He ended up accidentally pushing my back against the railing of the rink. To others it looks like he's just giving me a hug, but he's really trying not to fall again.
"Ah! Miles!" You instinctively grab onto him as you hold him up and you can't help but to giggle. Miles sighs, looking off to the side but it's obvious that he's enjoying how close he gets to be to you.
"You're so bad at this! You almost took us both down!" You exclaim, scolding him jokingly. He leans in close to you and looks into your eyes as your faces are only a few inches apart now.
"Hey. You know, they say that people fall in love when they accidentally fall on each other?" He teases, trying his best to maintain his balance.
"Who said that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Um, I did..." Miles says nonchalantly with a slight grin on his face, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You laugh, shaking your head once again at his silliness. But you couldn't help but blush slightly. A smile crept onto his lips as he smirks at you. "Oh? Am I making you nervous?" He asks tauntingly. You clear your throat and shake your head.
"No! I could never get nervous around you. Pft..." You say mockingly, but as you're speaking, your voice cracks a bit.
"Oh, is that so?" The grin on his face grew wider, almost as if he knew you weren't telling the truth about not being nervous. "Well, tell that to the blush on your face." He smirks at you before letting go of your shoulders and skating off, as if he never had any trouble before. You watch him, stunned as he doesn't even look unsteady.
"Were you faking the whole time?!" You shout after him in surprise, skating to catch up with him. He turns to face me as he skates ahead of me, skating backwards now. My jaw drops.
"Me? Fake? Never..." He replies with a smug look. "You know, you're cute when you're shocked."
"Oh don't even- That's not true. You said you couldn't skate!" You deflect, pointing a finger at him. As you catch up to him, he turns back forward, smirking at you.
"Never said that. You just assumed I couldn't because I fell earlier." He points out. "Besides, you're so easy to tease. It was very fun seeing your reaction." Miles chuckles.
"Oh, so now you're calling me easy?" You raise an eyebrow at him, hiding a smile.
"Easy to tease. If you were easy to get, I'd have gotten you a while ago. You're really making me work for it, Y/N." He says slyly, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
"What are you talking about?" I question, rolling my eyes.
"Oh, don't act oblivious now. Since you know everything, I bet you've been playing hard to get and you want me to chase you." He replies confidently.
"Ooh, so you're on to me, now? Hm, I guess you're smarter than I thought." You smirk at him and he seems a bit surprised. "Maybe I do want you to chase me, Miles." You give him a wink and skate ahead again. You had him at a loss for words for a moment, but then he skates after you. You both laugh as he tries to grab you and you dodge him.
As you glide across the ice, you lose your balance. But before you fall, Miles catches you and you two are now inches apart. You both stop in the center of the rink, panting softly. A few seconds pass, but no one makes a move. He looks at you and you look back at him. Then you feel his grip on your waist and he pulls you in a little closer. You can feel his breath on your face. It's as if you are the only two in the rink.
Finally, Miles leans in a little further and kisses you softly on the lips. His lips on yours sends a slight tingle up your spine and you feel your heart beat faster as you kiss him back. His hand moves to the back of your neck and he kisses you deeper, putting more passion behind the kiss.
After a few seconds, he pulls back but he still holds you close. As he moves his head away, he looks at you with a small smile on his face. You gaze at each other, both slightly blushing, but not embarrassed at all. Miles looks as if he's about to say something to you, but he's interrupted by one of the skating rink workers.
"Hey! No stopping in place on the ice! Keep it moving." He tells you both.
"Oh! Right, sorry." Miles says to the man before turning back to you. "Let's get outta here." He suggests, grabbing your hand.
"Yeah, let's go." You respond, as he pulls you to the side of the rink. He looks at you once more before he suddenly kisses your cheek.
"Sorry, couldn't resist." He smiles as he sees you blush again.
"Sure, you couldn't." You roll your eyes, stepping off the ice as Miles follows you.
You both leave the rink and head outside, noticing that the sun has set. The cold air is still a bit chilly on your skin, but it's not too bad. You notice that Miles has gotten you to hold his arm as he walks you home, as if he's not letting you go after the kiss that you two shared.
"So... I guess all that chasing wasn't for nothing then, huh?" Miles raises his eyebrows, smirking at you.
"I guess the chase was worth it. You caught your prize, now what?" You reply playfully, looking up at him. He pulls you a little closer and wraps his arms around you.
"Now, I get to keep it," He says as he kisses you gently on the lips. The world around you blurs as Miles kisses you under the soft glow of the streetlights. The snowflakes gently fall around you, creating a magical atmosphere. It's a moment frozen in time, one that you wish could last forever.
After a while, he breaks the kiss and looks at you. He can't keep his eyes off your face, his smile growing as he holds you in his warm embrace. Suddenly, a gentle breeze causes you both to shiver a bit, but the cold doesn't matter to you. All that matters is that you are there with Miles. The two of you start to walk again, Mile's arm around your shoulder as you walk down the street.
๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Husband!Idris Elba x Black!Wife Reader
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค โ Fluff
๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฑ โ 2.3K
๐ฐ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ โ Itโs Christmas morning and your kids are more excited than ever for it. So excited, in fact, they decide to make you and your husband, Idris, a Christmas breakfast. However, you donโt let this minor hiccup ruin the day. Youโre reminded just how much your family means to you.
๐/๐ซ โ Guys, someone please snap me outta my delusions, cuz this story had me imaginan my whole life with him. Heโs such Daddy material๐ I really hope yโall like this one!
12 Days of Christmas Masterlist
It's early Christmas morning and the house is silent. Iโm sleeping soundly, stealing most of the covers from Idris as he is sprawled across the majority of the bed. I begin to stir once I hear tiny footsteps approaching my room. I shift, hiding my head under the blanket when I hear the door burst open.ย
โITโS CHRISTMAS! ITโS CHRISTMAS!โ Our 5-year-old daughter, Heaven, shouts as she jumps on the bed, stepping on her father.
"Ah! Heaven, darling, please!" He grimaces as he's suddenly awoken from his slumber, shifting under the blanket and sitting up. He reaches out and grabs her mid-jump, pulling her into his lap. "Do you know what time it is, princess?" He questions groggily and Heaven beams brightly.
"It's Christmas time, Daddy!" She says excitedly and jumps on his lap. I hear footsteps approaching me and then the blanket is pulled away from my face. I squint as the light hits my eyes and bury my face in the pillow.
"Mommy, get up! We made you guys breakfast." Our oldest son Jason tells me, before pulling the rest of the blankets off, causing me to shiver.
"JJ, please just give us five minutes, okay?" I ask, but he shakes his head.
"The food will be cold by then, Mommy!" My heart drops at the realization and Idris and I make eye contact. He sees the stressed look forming on my face and gives me a reassuring one back, turning to the kids.
"Right, Heaven, Jason, it's still early. Why don't you give your mum and me a few more minutes to get ready and then we will be down." He offers, but they don't relent. Heaven continues to bounce up and down and Jason can't seem to contain his excitement.
"We can't, Daddy! It's Christmas! We shouldn't have to wait." His smile is wider as he can't wait to go downstairs and show us what they made. Idris groans and I bury my face again.
"Alright, alright, you monsters. Calm down for a minute." He starts as he stands up and tosses Heaven over his shoulder, making her giggle. "What exactly have you three been up to, huh? Don't tell me you've been cookin' on the stove." He peers at Jason, who smiles and shakes his head again.
"We didn't use the stove, we used the microwave! We made our own special cookies and even decorated them! Come on!" He grabs my hands, pulling me out of bed and leading us both out of the room. We exchange a horrified look, imagining the mess in the kitchen. And we've still not seen our youngest yet. Hopefully, he's asleep.
Upon entering the kitchen, the smell of burnt cookies hits us. I sigh nervously as we round the corner. The kitchen is a mess, with flour and butter everywhere! There's frosting and sprinkles smeared on the counter and an incriminating stepping stool beneath the area. Behind the island, I see two little feet sticking out. I walk over, careful to avoid any mess on the floor and see our youngest son, Luke, on the floor eating frosting from the tube. He smiles as he looks up at me.
"Mommy! Mommy!" He shouts as he stands up and hugs my legs. I begin to regret wearing shorts as his sticky fingers come in contact with my skin.
"Oh, sweetie..." I say, groaning a bit as I take everything in.
"We made a little mess... But aren't the cookies pretty?" Heaven asks, presenting a plate of holiday mush. It seems as if they'd mixed up flour, sugar, and water, and threw it in the microwave, topping it off with green and red frosting and snowflake sprinkles. Heaven and Luke look so proud of their creation and Jason is giggling to himself, obviously the ringleader and brains behind this whole operation. I try to control my temper, after all, it's too early and it's Christmas. Idris chuckles and lifts Luke up into his arms, careful not to get any icing on himself. He turns to Heaven and takes the plate from her, placing it on the counter.
"Those cookies are incredible, princess!" He says, causing all of the kids to smile. I shake my head gently and put on a smile. This was bound to happen at some point. They're kids and it's Christmas. And I can't be mad at them, they all look so proud of themselves.
"They're absolutely amazing, you guys. But..." I bend down to look Jason and Heaven in the eye. "Remember, you need to ask Mommy and Daddy if you can use the kitchen. It's not safe to do it by yourself. Okay?" They both smile and nod.
"Okay, Mommy, we'll make sure to ask next time," Jason says with a happy smile. I give them both a kiss and pat their backs.
"Now," Idris starts, "why don't you two clean up in here while I clean up your brother?" He says to our older kids. They frown a bit, groaning.
"Hey, none of that. You guys did a nice thing for Mommy and Daddy by making these pretty cookies, but you need to clean up after yourselves as well." I explain to them.
"Yes ma'am." They reply in unison. Jason grabs a broom from the closet and Heaven goes under the sink to find a sponge to clean the counters with, using her stepping stool to reach the mess. Before wiping the mess away, she drags her finger through the frosting and licks it, causing me to grimace as I watch her enjoy her work. I turn to Idris and he chuckles, before kissing my cheek.
"Be right back, love." He says, giving me a charming smile, before propping Luke up on his side. "Come here, buddy. We gotta get you cleaned off." He says as he walks up the stairs with our youngest.
I walk over to Heaven and help her wipe the counter, helping her put away the baking tray. She still tries to sneak some frosting, licking it off her fingers before wiping her hands on the kitchen towel. I shake my head at her and she giggles. Jason catches everything that was wiped off of the counter with the broom, sweeping it into the dustpan and trashing it.
"Okay, you two. You're doing such a great job at cleaning up, thank you." I say to them both, smiling down at them. "Once we're done here, how about we open some presents?" I suggest and they both cheer at the mention of presents.
"Let's open them now! Pleaseeee!" Heaven begs and I laugh to myself.
"No, we gotta wait until Dad's done cleaning up Luke, duh!" Jason says back to her, causing her to pout. She crosses her arms and frowns. I shake my head at them.
"Let's just finish cleaning up. I'm sure Daddy will be done by then and then we can start, okay?" I offer them a warm smile.
"Okay, Mommy," Heaven says, going back to cleaning. Idris soon returns with Luke following after him, in a new set of pajamas and looking squeaky clean.
"Yay! Daddy's here! Can we start now, Mommy?" She asks as she turns to me. I laugh a bit and nod.
"Yes, sweetie, we can start," I say and all three of the kids rush to the living room and sit on the floor around the tree. Idris grabs my hand and I smile at him as we both take our seats on the couch, his arm wrapping around my shoulder. Heaven spots a present with her name on it and squeals happily, turning to us with bright eyes.
"You ready to open, princess?" He asks and she nods rapidly, tearing the paper away. She gasps as underneath the wrapping paper is a black Barbie doll with a beautiful pink dress and sparkling shoes. She looks up at us with a grin, thrilled with her gift. Heaven jumps up and kisses me and her dad on the cheeks.
"Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Daddy!" She says, hugging the gift close.
"You're welcome, baby," I say with a content smile.
"Take good care of her," Idris adds, smiling as well. Jason and Luke look at us with hopeful eyes, waiting for their turn. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Jump in!" He says and the boys excitedly grab gifts of their own, ripping them open. Luke squeals happily as he gets a fire engine with colorful blocks that snap together and Jason gets a brand new Lego set.
The room is filled with the childish sounds of laughter and excitement as the kids open more Christmas gifts. Idris and I exchange glances, basking in the warmth of the joyous moment unfolding before us. The chaotic morning, filled with mishaps and messes, now seems like a distant memory, replaced by the pure happiness on our children's faces.
As the Christmas frenzy dies down, Idris turns to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He reaches under the tree and pulls out a beautifully wrapped box that was hidden at the back, topped off with a bow that sparkles like freshly fallen snow.
"For my beautiful wife," He says with a warm smile, handing me the gift. I look at him with surprise, not expecting this, but accepting the gift anyway. I grin as I carefully unwrap the present. Inside, I find a stunning necklace, a beautiful chain accompanied by a pendant shaped like a snowflake, glistening with tiny diamonds. I gasp, overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture.
"Idris!" I cover my mouth in shock and his smile grows wider as he sees my reaction. "It's so beautiful!" I exclaim, my fingers gently tracing the intricate details of the pendant. Idris beams with satisfaction, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I saw it and I thought it would be perfect for you. Like each snowflake is unique, so is my love for you." Touched by his words, I lean in and press a tender kiss to his lips. The kids all collectively cringe at us.
"Ewwww!" They shout at our display of affection, but we don't let it stop us. He puts the necklace around my neck and I move my hair out of the way to show it better.
"How does it look?" I ask, doing a little pose. Idris chuckles and takes my hand, kissing it lightly.
"Perfect, just like you." He says, causing me to blush at his words. However, not being one to be outdone, I reach under the tree and hand Idris a carefully wrapped gift of his own.
"Darling, you shouldn't have." He winks playfully. He grins like a child, tearing the paper away with eagerness. Inside, he sees a brand new watch, something he's been eyeing for a while now. He inspects the watch closely, looking both pleased and surprised. "This is incredible, Y/N. I love it."
"And I made sure the band was in your exact size, so no need to get it fitted either," I add and he looks at me adoringly. He puts the watch on, giving it a thorough look over.
"Just in the nick of time." He smiles cheekily and I roll my eyes.
"You're so cheesy sometimes, you know that?" I laugh.
"Guilty as charged, my love." He grins sheepishly. He wraps his arm back around my shoulder and gives me a kiss. After taking a break from toys and getting some breakfast, everyone does their own thing. The kids are now playing, occupied with their own little world. The only sounds that fill the room are the laughter and joy of the kids, along with the quiet murmur of Idris and my voice as we chat and relax. It's a content and cozy day.
Idris and I are still on the couch, cuddled up and watching a Christmas movie under a blanket. Eventually, Jason comes and sits next to us and Luke climbs up on Idris's lap, leaning against him. Heaven sits on the other couch, still playing with the new accessories she got with her new doll.
Luke starts to yawn adorably and Idris kisses him playfully on the head, before yawning himself. He looks at me and I stretch, yawning as well. We look over at Jason, who's fast asleep with the TV remote in his hand. I yawn again and then glance over at Heaven, who is also asleep, her head resting against the back of the couch. I smile and lean my head on Idris's shoulder, wrapping the blanket around us. The house is filled with silence, except for the soft sound of the movie on the TV.
I close my eyes, letting the sounds of the movie fill my ears. Idris's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and with his other hand, he cradles Luke gently as he sleeps. With all the children peacefully snoozing, it's just me and him for this moment. It's calm, soothing and comfortable.
"I love you," Idris whispers, kissing my head softly. I smile and nuzzle into his neck.
"I love you too, sweetheart," I whisper back, before letting my eyes fall shut. I take in the warm and comfortable silence, not thinking about anything else besides the peaceful ambiance we seem to bask in right now. I know we should probably get up and put the kids in their rooms, but I don't want to disturb the peace. We've had a wonderful Christmas and I'm reminded, once again, how much I love my family.
