ἍáĄ. đđđđđđ đđđđđđ â john tucker x ( black!fem!reader ) contents: fluffiest of fluff. discussion of black hair care & maintenance. AAVE. flirting. secret crush dynamic. not proofread.
"ouch!"
"i barely ran the comb through, jay."
you sat the hot-pink comb down onto the counter. folding your arms across your chest, you moved to stand in john tucker's view. his face scrunched in genuine agony. you sighed.
"be honest. have you ever gotten your hair braided?"
panic flashed across john's face. quickly, he schooled his expression folding his hand behind his head. he shrugged all in effort to play it cool.
"yeah."
"john tuckerâ"
"fine! no? but what if i said my little cousins put plaits and barrettes in my hair a couple times. that count?"
"nope."
john grumbled. his plump lips formed into the most adorable pout. you couldn't help but giggle.
"don't laugh." he groaned. "it's not funny."
"oh, but it is. you're a whole ass hockey player! you get shoved, punched, and yelled at on the reg." you mimicked his pout, and softened your voice. "but this tough wittle hockey player is tender headed."
he slumped against the chair, running a hand through his curls. "i know! i'm just tired of the maintenance. i sweat during workouts, at practice, during games. iâm tired of washing it everydayâ"
"wait, you wash your hair everyday? you poor thing." reaching out, you ran a hand through his gorgeous strands. surprisingly, they were moisturized and super coily. okay, maybe john tucker wasn't a complete novice. "stop washing your hair everyday. you'll kill these curls."
"see! this is why i need you." he reached for your hand, the same that was just touched his hair seconds prior. his hand eclipsed yours, swiping his thumb across your knuckles. gently, caressing the skin. the gesture was small, still launched a flurry of butterflies in your belly. john kept his gaze on you, those big, brown puppy eyes staring up at you. "please."
why did he have to say it like that? sure, it was no secret that john tucker was a complete sweetheart. that was drew you to him in the first place. one-night sophomore year you got lost coming from a frat party off campus. he was finishing a late-night workout session when he saw you, in tears and phoneless. you never forgot how gentle and calming his voice was as he made you a cup of tea and called you a uber back to campus. but thisâthe softness in his voice was a first. it had a twinge of need within, almost like it was reserved for you, and you only. that combo made you all soft and gooey on the inside.
"fine. no whining or complaining. got it."
"yes ma'am."
your cheeks warmed as you grabbed the hot-pink comb. in effort to distract john you switched to ratatouille on your bedroom tv. as you parted his hair, he would crack jokes and tossed conspiracy theories about if wolfgang puck or gordon ramsey had small rodents controlling their every move in the kitchen.
"i mean, c'mon. what there was a lil mouse or something hiding in his blonde bouffant."
"first off, bouffant is crazy. second, even if gordon did have a rat up there, isn't that like a health-code violation?"
john tucker shrugged. "i'd still eat the food."
you playfully smacked his arm. "jay that's nasty."
"bruh makes a banging beef wellington."
once you were done parting, you grabbed the paddle brush.
"you ready?"
slowly, john nodded. "just be gentle. 'kay?"
"ok-ay."
you sectioned off half of john's hair. then, you gathered the other section in your free hand. with the brush you started at the ends, gently and slowly working through the knots. john was a trooper. every now and then, he would squirm in his seat or let out the tiniest of whimpers sending your mind elsewhere. wondering if that's what john tucker sounded when heâ
girl, focus!
you cleared your throat as you twisted the freshly detangled section out of the way.
"you okay?"
"y-yeah!" you squeaked. "just gotta work out the knots on this side. and then i'll start braiding."
"you weren't doing that the whole time?!"
"aye, what i'd say?"
john's grumbles made you chuckle as you worked the paddle brush through the last section of his hair. after that was done, you worked your fingers towards john's scalp gathering a few strands for the cornrow. not creating too much tension, your fingers gathered more strands as you braided down his curls. you made sure to move quickly, as you finished the first braid, moving to the other side. you let your fingers stay in rhythm as you braided down the second section.
"all done!" you grabbed the hand mirror and handed it to john tucker.
his eyes raked over his reflection. fingers glided against the two, neat cornrows. a toothy grin grew on his face as he turned to face you.
"damn, you really hooked me up." he rose, easily towering over you, he enveloped those muscular arms around you. hugging and squeezing you tight.
more warmth bloomed, traveling from your cheeks down to your neck as john lifted you off your feet. he dangled your for just a moment, before sitting you back down, on the plush carpet.
"thank you." he murmured. his gaze boring into yours. making your heart skip a beat.
"no problem." you adverted your eyes, sliding your chair back under your desk. "just remember to wrap it at night. you gotta durag?"
"durag?"
you whipped your head around. all to see a goofy smile plastered on john's face.
"boy if you don'tâ"
"i have one, damn! i'm not completely clueless."
y'all both laughed as the movie credits rolled on the tv screen. the closing score played softly, in the background.
"so," john took a step closer. his eyes sweeping over your face. "how can i make it up to you?"
you tapped a finger against your chin. thinking. "what about that beef wellington you been ranting about?"
he grinned. "deal."
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author's note: okay this might be the fluffiest thing i've written so far lol. i'm on a roll :). but just a little fic for my john tucker <3 i feel like there's not a lot of fics for him, especially with black-fem/woc-fem coded readers or oc's. so, this is for my off campus girlies, enjoy xo!
when people spoke of great romances and gut wrenching unconditional love you never believed them. that was until you met tyriq. everyday felt like a romcom. he was your fairytale.
you didnât even notice it at first. it wasnât some dramatic, slow motion moment with music swelling in the background. it was quieter than that. softer. it was the way he looked at you like you were something he had been searching for without even knowing it. like finding home in a place heâd never been before.
the first time he made you laugh until your stomach hurt, you remember thinkingâthis feels different. not butterflies. not nerves. something steadier. something that didnât feel like it would disappear the moment you blinked.
tyriq was patient in a way the world rarely teaches people to be. he listenedâreally listenedâwhen you spoke, even when your thoughts came out messy and tangled. especially then. he never rushed you, never made you feel like you were too much or not enough. with him, you just were. and somehow, that was everything.
late nights became your favorite. talking about dreams, fears, childhood memories. the kind of conversations that stretch for hours without either of you noticing the time. sometimes youâd catch him staring at you, a small smile playing on his lips.
âwhat?â youâd ask, half shy, half curious.
ânothing,â heâd say, shaking his head.
he learned you in ways that mattered. the way you liked your food, the songs that made you happy, the things you pretended didnât hurt but actually did. and he handled all of it like it was fragile, like your heart was something worth protecting.
you didnât have to perform with him. no masks. no pretending. just soft mornings, shared glances, inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else. it felt easyâbut not in a careless way. easy like something meant to be.
of course, it wasnât perfect. there were momentsâmisunderstandings, silence that stretched too long, the kind of arguments that left your chest tight. but even then, he never walked away. he stayed. he chose you. over and over again.
and thatâs when it hit you.
this was the kind of love people talked about.
not loud, not always prettyâbut real. grounding. the kind that holds you together when everything else feels like itâs falling apart.
one night, laying beside him, your head resting against his chest, you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. his hand traced slow patterns along your arm, absentminded but comforting.
âyouâre thinking again,â he murmured.
you smiled softly. âi just love you.â
âgood, cus youâre stuck with me baby.â he smiled.
you laughed, rolling your eyes a little, but your heart⌠your heart believed him.
because with tyriq, love didnât feel like something you had to chase. it felt like something that finally found you.
i think weâve stopped yearning for gentleman and i wanna bring it back with a darker spin for my cammy baby.
content: explicit sexual content mdni, explicit language, yearning, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, p in v, backshots, cream pie.
you loved how cameron had this elusive restraint about him.
it was so fascinating. how he never overstepped, even while operating inside one of his most forbidden desires. how he wanted you while he stood back and watched his best friend treat you like shit. watched his bestfriend, a sorry excuse of a man talk over you in public like your thoughts were just background noise.
watched him leave you waiting outside restaurants because he was ârunning lateâ and never once apologized like it mattered. watched him forget the little things that shouldâve been instinct. the way you liked your coffee, the way your voice got quiet when you were hurt, the way your shoulders curled in when you were trying not to cry. watched him take your softness for granted like it was infinite.
and somehow, every single time that man left you in pieces, cameron was there. Not always in obvious ways. Not always loudly.
but there.
maybe thatâs what pulled you in first.
cause for once in your life it wasn't the size of the dick of the man in your life or the way their hands felt on your waist.
maybe it was the consistency.
or could it have been the way he brought his own flyness to what being a gentleman meant. how heâd offer you a ride whether you needed one or not, like he simply refused to let you leave alone if he could help it. the way heâd open the passenger door and wait until you were fully inside before shutting it. the way his hand would settle at the small of your back, guiding, never pushing, just enough pressure to let you know he was there.
no it was the way he looked at you.
like he was always clocking something no one else noticed. as if he saw every little shift in your face before you even realized it happened. those stares never felt careless. they lingered. heavy. intentional. like he was memorizing you in real time, the way your face lit up whenever show up unannounced with your favorite food because he remembered you mentioning it once. the way your lashes dipped when you got flustered, the way your body betrayed you long before your words ever could. cameron looked at you like a man already in too deep, but disciplined enough not to drown you with him.
cameron wouldnât make you choose, though.
no. he wanted the decision to be solely yours.
heâd wait, patiently in that maddening way of his until he saw that you felt the same aching pull heâd been carrying himself. until the wanting in you stopped trying to disguise itself as guilt. until your body leaned before your mind could protest.
because cameron was a man who understood timing. He knew some desires needed to be earned, not forced. And so he waited, not with the desperation of a man who needed you, but with the quiet certainty of someone who already knew you were his.
and when you still werenât sure about fully crossing that physical line, cameron settled for less in the way only a man like him could make âlessâ feel devastating.
a soft kiss. one side of your mouth first. then the other.
never quite your lips not all the way. Just the delicate corners of them, where your breath caught and your resolve weakened. slow, lingering brushes of his mouth against skin that felt too sensitive for something so restrained. your lips parted on instinct, glossy and trembling, and heâd only pull back enough to look at them like they were testing his self-control right along with you.
his hand inching up slowly, thumb brushing against your bottom lip this time. a gentle touch that felt like a promise more than anything else. voice was soft when he spoke, almost whispering against your mouth, "when you're ready, pretty girl."
respecting your boundaries like a real man should.
which somehow only made him harder to resist.
it was almost mesmerizing, really, how cameron could be the most menacing sports icon in the world, the kind of man entire industries tried to control and failedâŚ
but to you? he was the sweetest gentleman.
the one thatâd pull out your chair, and rung you cell at the most random times to hear your voice. the one carrying your bag over one broad shoulder while tearing a reporter apart in the next breath for crowding too close to you, his voice low and sharp enough to make the entire swarm back up without him ever needing to raise it. the one who made sure you got home safe.
cameron let you choose him a hundred little ways before you ever said his name.
because he always knew exactly how to take care of his sweet girl.
even after giving you exactly what your body had been begging for in the rough, all-consuming way you needed after all these months.
crowded in behind you until there was nowhere left to go. chest flush to your back, the hard line of his body molded against the length of your spine like he meant to remind you exactly who was there and it became harder and harder to remember you were ever trying to resist him at all.
dragging kisses along the sensitive curve beneath your ear, lingering a second too long. all while the chain at his throat brushed cold against the nape of your neck as he dipped lower, the diamond-studded pendant dragging lightly over warm skin before his mouth replaced it.
and every time he shifted, his weight pressed more firmly into your spine, a deep heavy pressure that had you gushing out more of that slick as he slid himself into you. giving you just a few inches to mold around the heavy curve of him as he stretched you out. head tipped back against his shoulder while he kept kissing at the sensitive column of your throat like he had nowhere else he needed to be.
making it almost impossible not to melt back against him.
a shaky sound slipped from you before you could stop it.
then another, quickly silenced by nip of your own lip. trying to hold it between your teeth like it might keep the small sounds from escaping.
"ah-ah, none of that." cameron chided softly, releasing your lip from your teeth with his thumb. holding onto it for a moment before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the spot. âhe always kept you so quiet 'bout everything.â
âbut i wanna hear everything my sweet girl gotta say...â finally releasing those breathy, broken little exhales that only seemed to encourage him.
cameronâs nose brushed along the side of your throat as he kissed lower, and the low hum that left him sounded almost satisfied. wet lips dragging slow along your throat, teeth grazing the flutter of your pulse before he sucking a blossoming bruise into place.
âstay still,â he murmured against your neck, voice low enough to vibrate through you.
his breath fanning over your damp skin before his lips pressed there again. tightening the hold like he already knew you wouldnât, strong hands flattening low against your stomach.
the cool metal cascading down your spine as as cameron let you feel the heavy drag of him sliding out of your pussy. the heat of him vanishing all at once, taking it all with him as he eased back to take you in. sliding his hand slow along your chubby side, dragging those pretty blue eyes over every dip and curve of your silhouette.
âso sexy..â
taking his time, savoring the sight of you spread open before him. admiring the way your soft two toned flesh yielded to his thick dick, taking him inch by inch as he buried himself deep inside you. pulling a shaky whimper from your lips, âfuckkk cammââ
"you feel that, mama? that's all me..." low moan escaping his lips once that soft ass finally meets his pelvis. "all this dick, all this attention, all this loveâit's all for you. only you."
"you got all of me, baby..."
and it was all him, every part of this feeling, this possession, this slow melt into something you had denied yourself for way too long. curling those fingers around your throat, tilting your head back as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a messy kiss. lips crashing against yours in a desperate, hungry kiss that claimed every inch of your mouth. thumb pressed firmly against your jaw as his tongue slid in deep. scorching as it consumed yours, releasing your lip with a pop.
âw-wanted you so badd.â reaching back, spreading that ass wide, sinking slowly, letting him savory how every inch stretch you open.
"mmm, I know, baby, I know..." he groaned against your lips, his hand tightening around your throat as his hips rolled forward, sinking even deeper. "you been lookin' at me sideways for months, tryna pretend you wasn't thinkin' 'bout me. like you ainât wanna know what i felt like to be treated by somebody like me.â
âlike you ainât know i needed you..â
a deep, grounding pressure barely settling into your belly finally steadying the dizzy ache building inside you. a pressure that had your back bowing deep, just before cameron took it away. leaving behind the aching throb that had your juicy hips chase after it
and he let you chase it let you drop that ass back down until it connected with him again, the wet slap pulling another broken sound from your throat.
ânow look at you..â his hard thrust meeting you halfway as he pounded you into the cushions. âyou ainât even tryinâ to hide it no more.â
fingers grazing as they slid to the back of your neck, spreading there as he held you exactly where he wanted. the filthy wet, plop. plop. plop of skin on skin echoing off the walls.
your eyes rolls back, mouth parting with a crackling mewl as he fucked you into the cushions. deep and steady, while those trembling hand kept yourself spread. revealing the way you let him in easily leaving his dick slick and glistening. his grip tightened at the back of your neck, pressing your face deeper into the pillows with every wet pfft of your pussy oozing around his dick. the same throbbing tip that kept slipping free with every retreat, barely staying in it like it wanted you to know what the loss of gentleman truly felt like.
his voice was low and appreciative each time he dropped himself back deep inside âooh fuck.. sheâs talking to me mama..â
those perfectly manicured nails digging into the chubby flesh of your own ass as the filthy slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls as his pace turned punishingâeach thrust hitting that exact spot that had a consuming heat rush through your body. broken mewls ripping from your throat, fractured and trembling. too fucked out to give him anything clearer.
âfuckinâ me s-sâgooddd.. nghhhâ sâdeep in my tummyâ
"and you taking that shit too." his hips rolled forward, hitting so deep inside you that made your stomach quiver. "that's where I be, dead in your tummy, stretchin' all that gushy shit out just for me."
sliding those big hands up your waist lifting your hips to meet every stroke, making sure every inch went where it was meant to go. "promise you it ainât going nowhere mama.â
a promise kept as your body gave out in the prettiest way. trembling like every once of strength was slipping from your fingers. muscles refusing to hold yourself up much longer no matter how badly you wanted to. aching from the heavy pressure of his body colliding against yours.
and all you could do was feel it.
take it.
let yourself fall apart beneath him.
frown etching deep in your soft features as you gushed out a creamy mess, dribbling rhythmically against the cushion. milky ring clinging around his dick as his thrust grow sloppy, grinding in slow circles, moaning as he filled you up with that thick healthy nut.
dipping low to press hot kisses along your spine. the chilled pendent catching on your sweaty back as it swinging between you. tracing his tongue along your shoulder blades, tasting the salt of your sweat mixed with the sweet scent of your arousal. still buried deep inside you, letting your walls flutter around him. using those same hands that the industry deemed as violent to push your coiled strands out of your face. giving him the best view of his good girl.
voice was low and soothing, "you good, pretty girl?"
giving him a weak nod, coils all wild and stuck to your forehead. eyes barely open as you trying to steady your breathing, mumbling out a breathy sigh. âso good..â
âso proud of you.â *he whispers softly, pressing gentle kisses along your neck and jaw. slowly pulling out, watching his dick slip free, connected by the sticky string clinging to his lower stomach. âyou did so good for me.â
his thumb ran over your jaw, tilting your face toward his as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your bruised lips.
the two of you tucked away in your little cocoon of love while the world deemed him as a dangerous, conniving, disloyal man uncapable of softening for anything. but cameron was only cruel where he thought cruelty was earned.
and he decided you were the only place where tenderness belong.
hi everyone welcome to corner of the net lol, here is a compilation of my work so far, all of my writing is geared towards black women, fems, & woc! â most of if not all contain adult themes & language, mdni! â and hereâs my rules for this page x.
FICS & ONE-SHOTS
angel of mine series ( part 1 & 2 ) â rio [ good girls ]
girl on my mind ( one shot ) â rio [ good girls ]
missed you ( one shot ) â jalen hurts [ philadelphia eagles ]
feelinâ it ( one shot ) â kofi siriboe
in our past lives ( series - discontinued ) â dario sepĂşlveda
begginâ ( one shot ) â armando aretas [ bad boys: for life ]
for your eyes only ( part 1 - discontinued ) â rio [ good girls ] & catherine [ grosse pointe garden society ]
teach me how to love ( part 1 & 2 ) â smoke [ sinners 2025 ]
ἍáĄ. đđđđđđ đđđđđđ â ( usnavi de la vega x black!fem!oc ) contents: tooth rooting fluff. flirting. former childhood besties dynamic. not proofread lol. au version of in the heights (2021).
it had been a decade since usnavi de la vega last seen victoria. ten long years â and, now she was standing in the opposite side of the counter. with those same big, bright eyes just shining at him â practically blinding him with their brilliance. usnavi had been on the receiving end of that beautiful gaze, so kind and open, but that had been years ago. back when usnavi called her tori instead of victoria, when they spent their summers eating rocket pops, comparing tongue colors, and rode around the heights with their beat-up bikes. back when usnavi would give her piggyback rides home, his stomach in knots as he felt her warm breath fan the shell of his left ear. simpler times. now, tori victoriaâs brows furrowed. her eyes flickered anticipation, like she was waiting for him.
âuhâŚâ she trailed. her gaze flickered behind him to the huge, rainbow array of cigarette packs. âthe camels?â
âright. my bad.â usnavi turned around and reached for the blue and yellow carton. slowly, he slid the pack to her. she smiled, polite, curt. a clear indication that usnavi was in fact dragging this interaction out. dragging it hard.
from his peripheral, he saw sonny's shoulder shake as a chuckled escaped his lips. irritation stung the tips of his ears. a part of usnavi wanted to wring his neck but he kept his focus on the registers screen as he rang up victoria's stuff.
"$15.89. you need a bag?"
"yes. please." she murmured. victoria began digging in her bag, a cyan colored telfar, with her rummaging her unearthed a matching branded wallet with an adorable bratz babiez keychain. the doll's complexion matched victoria's exactly. smooth. a deep umber shade. just perfect.
with his hand, usnavi scooped and slid the rest of her items into a plastic bag. besides the cigarettes, it was two packs of spearmint gum, a roll of caramel candies, oreo cakesters, and wait â a tin can of sardines? immediately, thoughts crackled and popped in usnavi's brain. when she start smoking cigarettes? were they somebody else? why so much candy? and those sardines...?
once bagged he held on to the plastic, keeping it tight around his fingers. his pulse rose as victoria tapped her card on the machine, it beeped â the moment was slipping away from him. the barrio wasn't small and neither was the city. millions people venturing in, out, and around. when would he see her again? would he see her again?
"you don't remember me, do you?" he blurted out.
victoria froze. her eyes widening.
shit. he hadn't meant to say it like that. he could'veâno, should've said something cooler, smoother. and by the looks of it, vicoria slowly slipped her card and wallet back in her bag. her head cocked to the side, tipping her bangs in the process, eyes forming a squint, he had a matter of seconds to get his shit together.
"iâuhâiâ"
"...usnavi?" her eyes softened back to their previous brillance. slowly, her glossy lips stretched into a smile, one so bright and warm, usnavi's stomach was in knots. "oh my gosh! navi, c'mere!" she squealed. her arms stretched outwards, fingers wiggling ever so slightly, beckoning him for a hug.
and so easily, usnavi followed suit. he rounded the counter, setting the bag on it before he hugged her. she hugged him tight, her face buried into his chest. being away from victoria so long, usnavi forgot how tiny she was. soft tresses tickled his chin and parts of his neck, the smell of her shampoo, sweet and flowery, but still earthy, wafted to his nose. he couldn't help breathing it in. only if they could stay just like this.
forever.
victoria pulled away. her hands slipping down to usnavi's biceps, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"you used to be so skinny. now you're..."
"deez. brolic. a puerto-rican stallion carved from marble?"
she laughed. "i was gonna say filled out, but i think i like puerto-rican stallion better."
they laughed. in-sync. like old times.
"sorry, i didn't recognize you. don't have my glasses. so, you were blurry for a bit."
"and you walked here, without them?"
"please. getting here is like muscle memory. i don't need to see what i already know."
usnavi's stomach twisted.
"so, you work here?" victoria asked.
"yeah. kinda. i own it."
"no way, really?" she squeezed his arm. "usnavi that's amazing."
"i'on know about that. nothing amazing about owning this old ass place with broke down freezers."
"it's yours though, right? you own it. be proud of it."
suddenly all of the knots in usnavi's stomach unfurled themselves. the release made him all light and fizzy, like he downed an expensive all bottle of champagne. the shells of his ears started to burn, he was blushing forsure.
"ahem." the sound pulled them both away. sonny leaned over the counter, waving at them. a small smirk tugged at his lips.
usnavi shook his head. "victoria, this is my cousin sonny."
"hi, sonny."
"sup." and like that sonny returned to his spot and texting on his phone. victoria looked back usnavi, chuckling.
"don't mind him," usnavi said lowly. "sonny is like a stray dog i keep around."
from the counter, sonny flipped him off. together, they laughed again.
"no worries." a small chime echoed. victoria reached in her bag and fished out her phone. "shit. i'm gonna be late. gimme your phone."
usnavi fumbled with his phone, unlocking and handing it over to her. victoria's nails clicked as she typed on the screen. after a minute, she handed it back over to him.
"you have my number." for the third time, she squeezed his arm before fully letting him usnavi go. he frowned a bit at the loss of touch. victoria moved scooping the bag in her arms. "text me. i'll be in the city for a while. we should catch up."
then, on her tippy toes, victoria kissed usnavi's cheek. so, soft and sweet. she left a sticky lip print against his cheek. for the rest the day and possibly forever, he would wear it as a badge of honor.
"see you around?"
"see you aroundâtori."
she smiled at him. dazzling. before disappearing out the bodega. usnavi stood still, caught in the awe of what just happened.
victoria was back, and hopefully, this time for good.
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author's note: i like this the fluffiest thing i've written. also, should this be a series, lmk. anyways enjoy reading & happy cancer season :)
a late night, open road, passenger side driving around los angeles with her favorite guy.
contents: fluff. some angst. smutty thoughts. brief smoking cigarette mention. brief mention of death. rival gang dynamics. mild peril han drives fast ofc <3. nothing too major.
suggested tunesđť: protect my heart by kelis, itâs whatever by aaliyah, luxurious by gwen stefani, run to the sun by n.e.r.d., boogie 2nite by tweet, try again by aaliyah
authorâs note: just a little somethinâ featuring my number one guy han <3. this was heavily inspired by romeo must die, i loved jet and aaliyahâs dynamic & this takes place after better luck tomorrow and before fast and furious/tokyo drift. yâall lmk if i should make this into a ficâŚđ¤ / not edited or proofread
. . . ZOOOOM!
an electric blue, 1995 mazda widebody fd rx7 flys down the street. driving through lights, regardless of the color change. the wind brushes against chickieâs cheeks as the car veered left. she stretches her arm out the window, she hummed. the air is a bit chilly but it feels good against her skin. the mazda slowed down at a red light.
âi thought you said you wanted to cruise. it feels like youâre racinâ,â chickie murmurs pulling her arm back inside. she turned toward the driverâs side.
he glances at her, his lips forming into a lopsided grin. âwas cooped up, havenât been behind the wheel all day, let me flex,â
flex he did.
chickieâs heart fluttered watching his skillful hands maneuver the gear shift with ease. his nimble fingers tap on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music. a part of her mind wonders how his hand would fit into hers or how the rough callous on his palms would feel against her skin.
âcan we stop at the store? i want some snacks,â chickie spoke aloud. she focused her eyes on the road and away from from his hands.
âitâs one up ahead,â with one hand, he effortlessly maneuvers the wheel, his palm gently guiding it as the car turns at a right corner.
so smooth.
the madza slowly pulls into a spot across from a brightly, colored convenience store. chickie unbuckles her seat belt.
âyou want anything?â
ânah, iâll just share with you,â chickie playfully rolls her eyes. she steps out of the car and heads straight into the store.
chickie comes out minutes later with a boat load of snacks and drinks. already, half way done with her snickers, she almost chokes, from she sees. her friend, her favorite guy.
han leans against the car, his body, totally relaxed like he doesnât have a care in the world. a cigarette hangs from his full lips, as han rakes a hand though his inky, black tresses. the street is quiet as the plastic bag swishes back and forth. with every step, chickie feels like her heart is gonna leap out of her throat.
she canât really pin-point when it happened or how it happened but it just did. it was like chickie went to bed one way and woke up another. every little thing han lue did set her a flame, even simple things like tonight, calling her up at 1:00 AM asking if she wanted to go for a ride. she all but leapt out of her bed room window when heard the engine of the madza coming down the street.
as exhilarating as her crush on han was she knew that it wouldnât go anywhere. he was her best friend and on top of that the growing rivalry between his crew and her cousins, both vying for control over parts of south-east la, didnât add much to the equation. in fact it subtracted from it. so chickie just settled for her mushy, unrequited feelings and distracted herself with other things. this time, nitpicking hanâs smoking habits.
âi thought you were quitting,â chickie hoists herself on the hood of hanâs car. she digs into the bag, pulling out soda and a pack of twinkies.
a week prior, han told chickie that he was going to quit, cold turkey. that and some other ramblings of needing to get out of âthis placeâ. over the course of their friendship, chickie can tell when han is tired or sleep deprived. typically a man of few words, he becomes talkative and super rambly when exhausted. there was a small part of that was happy han was quitting, but she shouldâve known better, old habits die hard.
han takes a long pull. he blows the smoke away from chickieâs direction. âi am. havenât had a cig in three days,â
âbut you said you went cold turkey,â chickie takes a bite of her twinkie.
âlisten,â han leans towards chickie, âiâll go cold turkey when you tell yâre pops about your new jewelry,â he reached towards her stomach and lightly flicked her belly button piercing.
chickie squatted his hand away. âboy, please another piercing isnât gonna hurt anyone. my body, my choice. besides, cigarettes arenât good for you,â
han chuckles. he takes another pull, blowing the smoke up towards the sky. he shrugged. âdoes it matter? health isnât my priority. especially the way iâm livinâ,â
chickie frowns. âi donât like when you talk like that,â
han take another pull, longer than the previous. the cigarette is a nothing but a stubby bud now. he flicks it away. slowly, he turns and faces her.
âyou worry about me too much,â
âi feel like i donât worry enough,â chickie said quietly. she avoids his eyes, keeping them toward the lights of the convenience store.
âyou hogginâ all the snacks,â before chickie could respond, han pulls her hand towards him. a prickly, chill runs down her spine. The roughness of hanâs callouses feel good against her skin. frozen in place, chickie watches han lean down and bite the twinkie in her hand.
she feels everything.
the slight, soft-wetness of hanâs mouth on her skin. his nimble tongue as it gently slides and swirls around the tips of chickieâs fingers. her works in over time, completely thudding against her chest, as han pulls away from her. for second, chickie sees a certain glint in the deep, brown pools of his eyes.
he chews. han smirks at her.
âthereâs a race on saturday. you should come,â han says, leaning back, casually.
chickie took a sip of her soda. hoping for the coolness of the drink to cool her down. she takes another sip and thinks, if he could do that, so could i.
âi dunno,â chickie trails. she innocently, fiddled with her bracelet, playing with the race-car charm, the same one han got her a year ago, in honor of the mutual love for cars. she looks at him, batting her eyelashes, subtly, âi might be, busy,â
hanâs eye brow rose. âbusy?â
âyeah, i might have plans, or something,â
âwhat, like a date?â chickie notices a slight change in hanâs demeanor. his jaw tightens, emphasizing the angles of his cheekbones.
chickie attempts to channel her best han impression, shrugging her shoulders in the most nonchalant way. han grows quiet, slowly nodding his head. he leans off the car and positions himself in front of her. in quick movements, han pulls chickie close. fingers flutter across her exposed stomach.
han tickles her.
âhan! stop, please! o-okay, okay, okay! iâll come, i canât breathe,â chickie squeals, attempting to push han away from her.
âsay youâll come,â han somehow managed to snake a hand to the back of chickieâs neck. he gently holds her in place, while he continues to tickle her.
âooo-okay! i will come, please,â han eases off of her. he watched as chickie caught her breath. she shoves hanâs shoulder, âasshole,â
they laugh.
âseriously though,â han rolls his shoulder, keeping his gaze on chickie, âi need you there. i wanna see my favorite girl,â
chickie smiles, gently. the flames of her unrequited crush roaring back inside of her. han loops an arm around chickieâs shoulder, she leans her head against him. savoring this moment, allowing herself a little leeway to dream about what couldâve been.
a decade ago armando spent an unforgettable summer with an unforgettable girl, who taught him everything. his sex teacher. now decade later heâs face to face with the teacher once again, determined to show that her lessons didnât go to waste.
contents: some dom & sub dynamics. voice fixation. size kink. praise kink. pet names. fingering. brief! p in v. cĹŤnnilingus. p!ssydrunk armando bc duh. slight impact play (no face slapping!) theyâre in love but in denial about it, minor drug mention, etc. mdni!
suggested tunesđť: elevator by flo rida & timbaland, strip tease by danity kane, get naked (i got a plan) by britney spears, radio by girlicious, virtual diva by don omar, push by enrique igelsias
authorâs note: this is slight au, so think of this being the early stages of the revenge plot prior to isabelâs escape. lol the chokehold that the long lost love/lovers reuniting has lol >> i tried to make this as filthy as a possible :) not proofread or edited!
club exquisite was in full swing. bodies packed the building, from wall to wall, people were dancing, drinking, or doing both simultaneously. multicolored strobe lights swirled and danced, combinations of blues, greens and reds illuminated the dance floor, complimenting the djâs killer set of miamiâs finest.
it was lively and fun.
armando, however, was having anything but.
tucked away in a corner booth of the v.i.p., armando sat bored out of his mind, sipping on way too sweet champagne. he shouldâve been doing something more useful with his time. instead, he was stuck playing babysitter for the son of a future drug connect, all this per his motherâs instructions.
. . .this marriage between his son and your cousin, alejandra will benefit us. our partnership will bring us one step closer, itâs all apart of the grand design mijo. . .
was sipping champagne that tasted like super sugary, ginger ale a part of the grand design? apparently. watching the groom-to-be snort a line of coke off of girlâs ass was a part of the grand design too. armando took another sip from the flute before sitting it down on table, watching as the girl giggled and kissed sebastian on the mouth. armando never cared for sebastian, they were just so different from one another. sebastian was a pretty boy who liked pretty things, he never worked a day in his life and instead of doing his own thing, he basked in the glory of his fatherâs notoriously ruthless reputation. armando was self-made, haunted by his fatherâs death and forged by the fire of motherâs imprisonment. armando blazed his own path and was destined for greater things.
yet, he was here in miami, clubbing with sebastianâs and his pack of idiot friends.
a heavy hand shook him out of his thoughts.
âprimo,â sebastian slurred. he swiped at his runny nose, before running hand down his half buttoned shirt. âcâmon, weâre going to the real v.i.p.,â
slightly relieved, armando followed sebastian as the bachelor party were lead by security out of the main dance floor. as they weaved between the crowd, armando trailed slightly behind, keeping a careful eye out on the crowd. despite never being in a fight in this his life, sebastian had a fuck ton of enemies. he was like that. the music became a faint murmuring as the group walked through a door and into an elaborately painted hallway. the walls were a warm golden color, while the ceiling and its floors were covered in mirrored tile. the group continued on, armando continued to linger in the back. amongst the drunken laughter of sebastian and his friends, was this clicking sound.
click! . . . click! . . . click!
armando searched around for the sound as they continued down the hallway, eyes roamed around until he found the source, woman in a pair of high heels. they werenât just any, regular pair of heels, they were black-patent leather so kate louboutins. fortunately enough for armando heâs familiar with the shoe, he may or may not have purchased a pair or two for his past situationships. armando continues to observe; taking in the details, the womanâs shapely and toned legs, the rich brown skin, and the intricate zipper tattoo that began at the back of her ankle, and traveled up her leg. the remainder of tattoo was lost from the fabric of her dress.
a curiosity sparked inside of armando, watching the woman confidently strut the mirrored floor. he wanted to see just how far the tattoo went. she continued leaving a lingering smell in her wake. it was a combination of warm and spicy, like cinnamon and peach pie. her fragrance filled the molecules in the air he could practically taste it. after turning a corner, the group came to halt in front of pair of doors. from the other side, a pair of security guards opened up the doors.
sebastian and his friends drunkenly ooo-ed and ahh-ed and the ornate nature of the room. armando could care less about the sliver couch, the decked-out bar or the strippers that awaited them upon their arrival, he focused on her. although he got better view, she still alluded him, he could see her from the back, fully, a black bandage dress, accentuated her curves and that ass. . . it looked so round and perky like you could bounce a quarter off it, or grab a handful.
something slowly churned inside of armando as he moved further into the room. he leisurely grabbed a seat on the far end of the couch, with the hopes of seeing his mystery girl's face. the party continued on with the speakers on the room ceiling playing a feed of the djâs set back out on the dance floor. sebastian and his groomsmen settled on the couch, excited for their lap dances. the lights dimmed too, not enough obscure oneâs sight completely, but dark enough to bring on a certain atmosphere to the space.
armando scanned the room for his mystery girl. somehow sheâs disappeared on him.
âarenât you pretty one,â a voice whispered to him, distracting armando from his search. standing before was a woman, one of the strippers. her voice was overly smoky and performative. even the way she batting her long, wispy lashes, she was trying way too hard. he tilted his head away from his obstructed view, âyou wanna dance, papĂ?â armando glanced up at her, a laugh bubbled up inside of him, he suppressed it, for her sake of course.
ânah, sweetheart. iâm good,â armando rasped. the woman shrugged, on to the next. when the stripper moved, standing directly in his sight was his mystery girl. even through the darkness, she was as clear as day.
her heart-shaped face, her button nose and glossy lips, her disney-drawn eyes, brown and wide, in they way theyâve always looked when she was shocked or anxious.
armandoâs mystery girl, was no mystery at all. he knew her.
before he could call out to her, she bolted out of the room through the doors. armando glanced at sebastian, who was having a grand âol time being motorboated by a voluptuous stripper. heâs fine. armando took off, following the cinnamon-peachy scent out to the hallway.
she was almost at the end of the hallway. . .
âleyna?â she stopped. she slowly turned around and faced him. âyou runninâ from me?â
her brows furrowed. âi wasnât running. i was just. . .getting some air,â
armandoâs lips twitched. he sauntered over, baring no shame is as he took, no, drank leyna in. itâs been so long, his eyes roamed over leyna. armando took his time, observing, noting every single detail, both old and new. he zeroes in on her legs, watching has she nervously bounces her right leg, the tattooed one. her louboutins make a soft clicking noise against the floor.
armando smirks.
âstill shakinâ. . .you must be nervous,â armando gestured, it was a tick leynaâs had since she was a kid. leyna frowned, she stopped bouncing. she folded arms around her chest.
âplease, iâm not nervous,â she sassed. her glossy lips pursed, forming into a small pout. such a brat. he wanted to kiss the pout off her lips. âanyways, what are you doing here, in miami?â
for a moment, he thinks. armando could tell her the truth flat out: heâs here in miami for business, and his only job was ensuring that sebastian, sober or not, makes it down the isle. . .or he could stretch the truth out. make it a game for himself. anything to distract leyna, even if itâs for a short while.
so, armando shrugs. âbusiness,â
âbusiness? thatâs it? itâs been ten years armando, thatâs all you have to say?â
armando steps closer to leyna. his over 6-foot frame easily towers over her petite 5-foot-3 frame. has she always been so tiny? he reaches out towards her, the corner of his lips twitch as leynaâs chest rises as her breath catches in her throat. he twirls a long strand of between his fingers, before giving it a gentle tug.
âsâ somewhere we can talk?â
âarmando,â leyna sighed. her voice was all high and pitchy, it scratched a certain part of his brain. a flood of memories came surging through. he need hear leyna say his name like that again. âiâm working. both of us should get b-back,â
leyna moves past him, armando doesnât protest. as she starts walking away, armando reaches into his pantâs pocket.
âhow much?â leyna spins around on her heels. a flicker of curiosity dances in her eyes.
âhuh?â armando watches leyna eyes light up even more when pulls a money clip out. he thumbs through several bills before he lifts it up.
âits âbout three gâs in my hand. should be enough for a shift plus tips, yeah?â her eyes bounce between the money and armando. he can see the wheels in her mind turn, she chews on the bottom of her glossy lips.
â10-minutes. thatâs all i can do,â armando nodded. he placed the money in her hand, his fingers gently brushed against hers. ten minutes is all he needs.
armando follows leyna down the hallway, opposite of the party. his eyes roamed, watching leynaâs body sway as she walked. he shouldnât be turned on from a walk but he was. leyna didnât walk, she glided. so effortless, and so easy, better then any it was something about seeing her so confidence all these years later. it was refreshing, armando dealt with so many fakes and try hards in his line of business. leynaâs confidence was real. she was real.
âi can feel you staring,â leyna sassed. they stop at a door, she quickly inputs a set of numbers on a keypad. the door clicks.
âi like what i see,â leyna shakes her head, she opens the door, stepping aside to let armando walk in front of her.
the room itself was half the size of the v.i.p. room, and opposite in aesthetics too. the walls were painted a nice, creamy beige, with a matching colored couch. on the far wall, there was an elaborate shelf display old-used bottles of champagne. armando steps inside, taking the room in. the door softly closes, with a click. the room is quiet.
âso,â leyna drawls. she takes a seat on the couch. armando follows suit, sitting next to her. their knees almost graze each others. she flips her hair over her shoulder. âwanna tell me the real reason why youâre here in miami?â
armando chuckles. âa wedding. my cousin âs gettinâ married,â
âalejandra?â she remembered, of course she did. she was always to so knowledgeable and attentive. she used to be like that to him.
âyeaaah. sheâs been lovinâ beinâ in charge of everybody with the planninâ and stuff,â
âi hope sheâs not bogging you down too much,â his lips tipped into a teeny-tiny smile. she still was still the ever-doting teacher, worried about her student.
ânah. wedding planninâ ainât my thing. besides, iâm just assigned babysittinâ duty for sebastian,â
âmhm. i wouldâve never paired them together. alejandra, from what i remembered, was so kind, and funny, smart too! sebastian is just a grade-a asshole who likes wreck every club he goes to and piss in public,â armando chuckles as leyna shivers, maybe recalling a memory. armando reaches for the hem of her dress, he toys with it between his fingers. she doesnât stop him.
âshe loves âem i guess,â part of that was true, their marriage was arranged yet, alejandra told him that sheâs learned to love parts of sebastian. thereâs a part of him that wished it wasnât like that for her.
âi wish her the best,â leyna spoke solemnly.
the room fell quiet, armando still toyed with the edge of leynaâs dress. he tipped his head, looking at leyna.
âyouâve been good though, yeah,â he meant for it to be question but it came out as a statement. she had to be good though, she looked good, and had this fancy ass job at one of miamiâs most exclusive clubs. life had to be good.
leynaâs leg began to bounce, as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. âyeah, i guess. my lifeâs been pretty boring since youâve seen me,â
âtell me,â
âwell. . .â leyna trailed. her leg still bounced. armando wanted grab her ankle and make her stop. why was his girl nervous? âi graduated, i gotta b.a. in business administration, got this hostess job short after, met my best friend ana here, let me tell you sheâs literally the best cook,â she was rambling, slightly, but armando didnât care, he wanted to know every single detail. he missed his girl, his bambi. they need to make up for lost time.
âweâre going into business together, a restaurant. iâm going to take care of all the logistics, put my degree to good use, finally. so, yeah, iâm really excited about it, as you can see. but yeah, uhm, what else, i was engaged,â
armando stopped toying with the hem. he turned and took her fully, her right leg bounced even more so. thatâs what she was nervous about.
âwhat happened?â
âuhm,â her beautiful features held a pained expression. a twinge of anger sprouted inside of armando, seeing her like this. whoever made his girl upset needed their ass kicked, especially by him. âto make a long story short, he cheated, multiple times actually. i just got tired being the laughing stock in every room,â she lowered her gaze and fiddled her hands.
armando slowly reached for leynaâs hands. her hands were so soft under his touch. with his thumb, he drew light circles on the back of her hands. a strange emotion was bubbling up inside him, he couldnât put his finger on exactly what it was. a little anger, some jealousy, a little sadness too, it was just too much fully explain but the his urge was clear. armando wanted to pull her close, and take care of her like she truly deserves.
âhe didnât deserve you,â she looks at him now, her big brown eyes all wide and glossed over. long lashes fluttered against the tops of her round cheeks, her resemblance to bambi was spot-on. the air became thick around them, and that urge, thrummed in his bones.
armando wanted leyna and he wanted her bad.
âyou deserved somebody thatâll take care of you,â he rasped. his words were sincere and true, leyna was one of the kindest, tentative, sweetest people he had ever known. she shown him a kindness when most people wouldnât. leyna deserved the world, and then some. âyou deserve someone whoâs gonna protect you, anâ spoil you, anâ just fuckinâ be there,â words were spilling out of his mouth now, like faucet left on. he leans in closer to her, glancing down her glossy lips. he licked his own. âbambi, you deserve someone that can make you feel good,â armando was so dangerously close he could see a breath get caught in leynaâs throat, her chest slight rose up in response. he caught a glimpse of leynaâs jet-black bra that held up her ample cleavage. the peachy-cinnamon smell radiated off the column of her neck, it enticed him, slowly drawing him closer and closer to her.
armando leaned his forehead against herâs.
âfuck, bambi,â
â. . .armando,â leyna whispered. her voice was so pitchy and soft, it smoothed over him. it triggered a hunger for leyna, more veracious than ever before. ten years of distance and unresolved feelings, danced in his blood. his palms itched with desire to squeeze and caress leynaâs soft skin. he wanted to touch the softest part of her.
âplease. bambi, âjus lemme care take of you, make you feel good. . . i never get what i want,â
leyna back away from him, keeping a steady gaze, she caressed the side of armandoâs cheek. her manicured acrylics lightly scratched at his goatee. a bolt of electricity shot through his body when her thumb swiped at his bottom lip.
âiâve only been with a few men after you,â leyna confessed. ânone of them, including my ex, made me feel good like you did. you were the only one,â
armando groaned, lowly. everything in him surged to the surface, so much so he was bursting at the seams.
âcâmere,â leyna obliged. he pulls her in for a kiss. at first it was chaste and sweet, armando tried to ease into the kiss, but the pillowy, softness of her lips and her sweet peachy smell drove him insane. he deepened the kiss, moving his lips hungrily, against hers, while he cradled her head. when he licked her lips, leyna opened her mouth to allow him to explore with her with his tongue. she tasted like peach pie.
"i need it," leyna moaned into his mouth. armando hovered over her lips.
"you say somethin' bambi," he teased, he slid his hands down her frame, stopping at her ass. he rubbed and squeezed, before smacking it. she squeaked.
"baby, please," leyna whimpered, she climbed into armando's lap. she slowly, ground down on his lap, she gasped, feeling his hardness. the look she had in her eyes, a mix of lust and longing, shot straight through him and went to his dick. he snaked a hand towards the back of her neck, he gently gripped the soft flesh. she stopped her movement.
"take that fuckin' dress off," he groaned. leyna blinks. she rose from his lap and proceeded to shimmy out of the dress. she let it pool at her feet before stepping out of it. armando couldn't help himself, all of her smooth curves, and deep rich skin, he just wanted to take a big bite of her. he pulled her back to the couch, switching places, and slid between her legs.
there was no pretense, armando immediately spread her legs wide went straight for leyna's pussy. with his thumb he rubs at her clothed pussy. he revels in the small squelching noise that her pussy makes. leyna whimpers, looking down at him with those big, brown eyes. he chuckles.
âstill sensitive?â leyna quickly nods. armando chuckles again, he peels her to the side, admiring the slivery trail of arousal that drips from her pussy onto the fabric. he hums. such a pretty pussy. leyna's pink pussy drips and drools with arousal, fully open and ready, all for him. with calloused thumbs, armando rubs small, droopy circles on the inner parts of leyna's thighs. he inched forward, replacing his fingers with chaste kisses, they create goosebumps on leyna's skin. he licks his lips, keeping his eyes on leyna, kisses her clit.
"fuck! armando,"
he anticipates. before she could ask, armando lays his tongue flat against leynaâs dripping core.
âoo-ooh,â she coos. âyou âremembered,â
how could he forget, images of him buried between leynaâs shaky legs are burned into his brain. countless lessons from her, teaching him, guiding him. he swears he can hear her voice, way back when during that time.
. . .spread your tongue, a little to the left. yeah âjust like that, sâ good. good boy. . .
a forceful yank on armandoâs curls bring him back to reality. he adjusts his grip on leynaâs thighs, spreading them wider, the pads of his thumbs caressing the plushness.
âfuuuck me! oh my g-god,â leyna whines. armando smiles against her skin, his tongue licks a long stripe against leynaâs core. her arousal is sweet, like peach ice cream. itâs the sweetest thing heâs ever, will ever taste. his sweet girl. armando groans, pulling back slightly, he brings his calloused thumb to leynaâs swollen nub. armando rubs her clit, reveling in her response to his touch. she practically glows, deep brown skin, completely flushed, reddening a bit at her chest. her glossy lips formed into a cute pout, her bottom lip poking ever so slightly, just begging to be kissed, to be bitten by him. seeing her so overwhelmed, so pleasured, sends wave of arousal through armando. his erection painfully rubs against the fabric of his slacks.
âeyes on me, baby,â armando rasps. leynaâs struggle to stay open, succumbing to euphoria between her legs. smack! leynaâs disney-drawn eyes shoot open, to look down at armando. for a moment armando sees something flicker in them, it strips him bare, milliseconds feel like years under her gaze. armando pulls back, spitting directly onto leynaâs pussy. with a new vigor, he dives back in, his tongue licks and drags up and down her softness. his tongue swirls the mix, leynaâs honeyed arousal and his spit, gathering and spreading it onto her clit. he begins suckling the nub, feeling leynaâs sugary essence drip down his goateed chin.
âa-armando! wait s-slow down,â
âuh-uh. youâre my big girl,â he spits, again. armando slurps leynaâs clit, hard. no better then a starving man. âyou can take it,â
âc-cuminâ. iâm cuminâ baby, pleaseee,â leyna lets out a melodious whine. better than any song or music heâs ever heard. nothing can compare to his girlâs angelic voice, all pitchy and delicate. itâs music to his ears.
â 's i got you. i got you bambi, let it out,â armando drawls. he sucks at leynaâs clit as it throbs against his tongue. her legs clamp down around armandoâs head, this makes him push harder to get her over the edge. he switches his approach, one hand pries open leynaâs leg, with the other he slips his middle finger inside her entrance, slowly prodding her open, he flattens his tongue to lap at her clit. with the other hand he reaches, palming one of her bra covered breasts.
âs-shit! donât stop please,â leyna is babbling now. she rakes her nails through armandoâs thick curls. armando can feel her tightening around his middle finger. sheâs close. . .
bam! the band snaps. leyna orgasms hard.
her sugary, syrupy essence flows out of her. leyna holds armandoâs head close, she rides out her aftershocks, jerking lightly when his tongue and nose glides over her sensitive clit. slowly, armando pulls away, a string a saliva connects from his lips to leynaâs pussy. he rose up from his crouched position. armando towering over her, his eyes gazing down at her, dilated pupils heavy with dangerous mix, care and lust, maybe even something more. the soft lighting catches armandoâs glistening goatee and cheeks. his pink tongue swipes at his bottom lip, like a coyote eyeing its subdued prey.
leyna was everything at the same time. his baby take care of, his princesa to spoil, and his bambi to devour.
âh-howâd you get so good,â leyna stammered. her breathing is still a bit choppy.
âlearned from the best,â he rasps, he eyes slowly rake over, as if he was studying her. he wanted to remember her in this very moment.
leyna smiles, sheepishly.
âcâmere,â armando beckons. leyna obliges, she sits up, scooting closer to the edge of the couch. armando tilts leyna chin upwards, he leans in, capturing her lips. he nips at her bottom lip, when leyna opens her mouth, he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. she tastes herself on his tongue, it starts off tangy but quickly bleeds into a saccharine taste. their tongues wrestle. before, in this war of mouths, leyna used to win, mostly due to armandoâs lack of experience, but now itâs much different. he wields his tongue masterfully like knight and their sword, twisting and tasting every inch of her mouth.
âyou ready for me princesa?â leyna nods. he watches as her mouth opens and then closes when he slips his shirt over his head. she's pratically drooling at the sight. she should be, countless hours of training have contributed to his sculpted body, all muscles and hard edges. mindlessly her fingers trace over his chest. nails drag over the ridges of his six-pack. she stops her ogling when she sees a scar near his rib cage. armando notices.
âbar fight. fucker, got me good with a broken bottle. had to get a couple stitches,â
âoh baby,â
âhey, hey,â armando gently grabs leynaâs hand. he drags it up, so it cups his cheek. âiâm good,â
his voice holds sincerity as that strange feeling returns inside of him. that urge to hold and take care of leyna, to protect her from his woes, the world, and all its troubles. leyna reaches down to unbuckle his pants, but he stops her.
ânot tonight, bambi. wanna be inside of you,â
leyna gulps. he cocks his head to the side.
âdon't get all shy on me now," armando tilts her chin. "you know what to do, princesa,"
leyna peels out of her slightly ripped and soaked panties, she tosses them aside. she reaches behind for the clasp of her bra, she unbuckles it, carefully she lays it on the couch next to her dress. when leyna reaches down to slip off her heels, armando tsks.
ânah. leave âem on,â armando bites his lip, his eyes sweeping over her naked frame. sheâs changed a lot over ten years, sheâs curvier, with an obvious plushness and fullness in her breasts and ass. noticeably, thereâs a small tattoo of a lotus flower on the upper right side of her rib cage. âfuck, bambi. you all grown up,â
leyna opens her mouth to retort but she shuts it as armando unbuttons his pants.
"you trust me?" armando huffs, he slowly pumps his hardness, feeling pre-cum leaking from his tip.
âof course, i trust you,â leyna replies softly.
âshit princesa. you canât say stuff like that,â armando murmurs.
he slowly spins leyna around, her back was at his front. he made sure slowly grind his bulge into her, so she could feel all of him.
âsoy el rey ahora,â there a slight edge in his voice, it contrasted with the soft circles he drew on the back of her neck. âon all fours, princesa,â leyna obliges. she moves towards the couch, planting herself on her hands and knees, and arches her back. armando groans as she makes a show of it, wiggling her hips in the process. âso pretty liked this. my sweet girl, my bambi, imma fuck the shit out of you,â armando all but growls. a hand reaches into her scalp, fisting her hair. he forcefully tugs at her locks, pulling her head backwards.
leyna whimpers. âbaby âs rough,â
armando roughly spits on her pussy. he watches as the spit slides down, mixing with her slickness. heâs not nice, not like before. all the care and attention he paid towards her pussy, that armando was long gone. now, replaced with a meaner, tunnel-vision armando. he pushes himself, filling her to her hilt, his stretching out her pussy, all of ridges of his dick rubbing against her gummy walls. she's so warm and tight, a delicious contrast of pushing and pulling him further inside of her. a chill runs down leyna's spine while her manicured nails claw at the fabric of the couch.
âoh fuck!â leyna shouts, armando smacks her right ass-cheek. he executes a few shallow thrusts, barely moving in and out of leyna.
âhow bad you wanâ it?â armando drawls.
âso bad baby, please fuck me, please,â leynaâs hoarseness sounds ethereal to him. the breathy way she sounds, the want, the need, makes him even harder. so much so it pains him.
âi got you,â armando tightens the hold he has on leynaâs hair and hip. he pulls all the way out, admiring the mess his girl makes on his dick. the glossy shine the covers him. he stifles back a moan, her warmth and softness send waves of pleasure straight to his dick. he bites down on his lip, watching leynaâs ass ripple against him with every stroke. a bolt of electricity shoots through him as she clamps down on him, her walls tighten, and grip at his dick. she's close.
"i feel you, you cumin' bambi?"
ây-yes, oooh fuck! iâm so close. donât stop,"
a loud chiming erupts over the sex sounds leyna makes. armando can feel a vibration in his pocket. he reluctantly reaches and sees whoâs calling his phone, he answers, while still keeping a steady pace. pumping in and in out of leyna.
âfuck, you want,â armando growls, one hand on the phone while the other holds onto leynaâs shoulder. she moans a little too loud, so he covers her mouth. over the phone one of sebastianâs groomsmen informs that sebastian has wandered off with one of the strippers, no one can find him and heâs left his phone behind. âfuck me. fuckinâ pendejo, i-iâll be over in a minute, shit,â armando slows down his pace before pulling out completely, leyna whines at the loss of contract.
âi gotta go,â armando sighs. leyna now sits facing him.
âbut why? whatâs the matter?â his heart pangs at the disappointment that edges out in her voice. he quickly redresses, buckling his pants and slipping his shirt back over and on.
âa situation came up,â he leans down and kisses her on the cheek. âimma come anâ find you,â
without another look or word, armando walks out of the v.i.p. with a hard dick and an odd feeling panging in his chest.
ââ .⌠Ýâ . contents: elijah âsmokeâ moore x ( black!fem! ) original character. au so no annie my beloved. hella angst. plot-ish? no specific time period but period specific language & references. AAVE. illusions to smut. stoic!smoke. smoke's kinda mean in this one. semi-proofread so excuse the mistakes. minors donât interact!
the before |
when it started, it was a sexual thing.
dim lighting. bodies packed in like sardines. clouds of cigarette hung above like a thick, storming brewing cloud. an crooning voice was the soundtrack to the absolutely sinful dancing that occurred. hips flushed against frontsâ pestle and mortar. bump and grind.
it was truly, divine.
he noticed her first. leaning against a wooden column, after a long pull, blew a puff of smoke into the air. then she appearedâ a vision amongst the clear.
on the other side of the room, she might as well have been standing right in front of him, the way the crowd melted away from his view. smoke had tunnel vision, his brain actively rewiring itself, altered chemistry, to note every detail of his mystery girl.
her dress was yellow, a literal sunspot amongst the fray of browns, grays, and other drab shades. she was curvyâ just the way smoke liked. a real healthy figure, a full bosom, birthing hips, and a set of calves that smoke could have his way with.
got some meat on her bones.
her face was another story. the swells of her chubby cheeks held a cherubic quality that was rare, angelic even. a button nose, and full lips with a soft cupidâs bow. smoke liked the way her bottom lip was ever-so-slightly bigger than her top ones.
more to kiss on.
her eyes, big and bright held a some trouble in them. smoke liked that. trouble. she would give a run for his money, that he knew. those same lips held a soft smile, as she danced to the music. seeing his mystery girl in motion was magical. she moved in a way that intrigued smoke, he never seen someone move to in such a way. she was in sync with the rhythm and the timbre, yet it wasnât the mississippi way of low and slow. the mystery girl was fast, moving her feet and limbs with precision. an indication that she wasnât from here.
tennessee? or maybe the carolinas? further up north?
either way smoke wanted to know. he wanted to know her, her name, where her familyâs from, even more intimately, was she shy? or would she let him stick his tongue in herâ
all those thoughts were suspended when those same brown eyes smoke had fantasized about were staring back at him.
smokeâs mind mightâve been playing tricks, but he swore he saw a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. she stopped dancing, and stared. she didnât bother to give smoke the infamous once over he gotten most of his adult life.
you look familiar? which one you is? stack or smoke? you such and such son, huh?
she simply regarded him.
that was different. she was different.
smoke took another pull, letting the cigarette smoke exhale from his nostrils. he gave a moment of brevity before nodding towards her. the mystery girl returned his nod, then in a blink, she vanished.
the abruptness of her departure, made smoke lift off the wooden column. his eyes scanned the crowd, his mystery girl, the sunshine amongst the drab, was gone. there was movement at the entrance-exit but it was too far a way to tell.
smoke cursed himself, instantly the color of the world around him muted. the air became too thick, and the music was suddenly too slow. he needed some air.
the night air was pleasantly crisp, which was rare for this time of year. even the slight breeze the nipped at his neck. it was rare night indeed. the gravely dirt crunched against his shoes. they were oxfords, stack told him, they look nice. he took heed of stackâs adviceâsmoke never cared much about fashion or how he looked that was his brotherâs thing. as he walked towards his car, halfway he stopped. lady luck had shone down on himâthere she was, his mystery girl standing by the big oak tree, looking outward to the lake. smoke pivoted, walking towards her.
the gravel-dirt switched to soft grass underneath smokeâs shoes the closer he got. he even slowed his movements not wanting to scare off his mystery girl. she had been flighty once. smoke ventured closer, stopping until he was a some feet behind her. he didnât speak, instead he noticed how much smaller she was compared to him. it was easily a six-inch difference.
âi love cominâ out here. itâs always so peaceful,â
her voice was smoky and sweet. a gentle rhythm the way she said certain words, there was a unique combination of a drawl, and typewriterâs pace.
âand the way the fireflies float above the water, itâs like theyâre dancinâ,â
smoke turned and looked. the fireflies flickered there tail bulbs in a musical synchrony, swirling and turning above the water, in constellation like structures. natureâs beauty.
âiâm lila by the way,â
lila. lila. sheâno, lila, now stood in front of him, a hand stretched out towards him. he took her hand, the delicate softness of skin contrasted with smokeâs rough callouses. their hands fit like perfect puzzle pieces. his mind wonderedâhow else they would fit.
âsmoke,â
âsmoke?â
âyes maâam,â
lila cocked her head. she eyed smoke, regarding him. then, she giggled.
smoke steeled over. there wasnât much in this world that smoke didnât care for, but being laughed at was one of them.
âwhatâs funny?â smoke gruffed.
âoh,â shock flashed briefly in her eyes, before morphing into a soft, reflective nostalgia as she brought her fingers to her lips. âi ainât mean nothinâ by it, uh, my cousin, we call him ashâŚâ
oh.
smoke rolled his shoulders, releasing some of the tension that suddenly built up inside. something about lila crackled his nerves. he felt himself growing fidgety. he needed another cigarette.
âyou donât talk much do you?â
now it was smokeâs turn to cock his head.
lila was an observant thing.
âcan do more than i could ever say,â
âreally,â lilaâs lips quirked. eyes glossing over as she did more than just regard him. her gaze raked over smokeâs build, slow and syrupy, like thick molasses. when she finally met his eyes, they were filled a fiery heat, that was just begging to be tamed.
lila stepped closer. her heels brushed against the soft grass as she stood in front of him. her right hand hovered over his chest. a heat sparked between them, sensualâcarnal. one move, a single word uttered could ignite a flame. that flame ignited, twice over, lila placed her hand on smokeâs chest. the touch, gentle yet firm, a promise of more. then she spokeâ
âwhat would you do with me?â
words laced want and desire, weaved its way inside of smoke, rooting itself inside of his very being. it drove him.
drove smoke to kiss lila. to grip her fleshy hips. to press lilaâs soft body against the rigged bark of the oak tree, sticking stuck his tongue in the softest parts of her. to fuck her within an inch of her life, leaving her throat hoarse from all the moaning and screaming she did.
a sexual thing.
this thing between lila and smoke, quickly became routine. every second tuesday they would meet in the cover of night, and make love fuck.
a sexual thing.
smoke fucked lila everywhere and any which position. cowgirl in the motorcar. doggy in the grass. standing missionary against the trunk of the oak tree. and this one move they were doing up in philadelphia called the seashell. those moments with lila was a private piece of heaven that smoke kept for himself. away from keen eyes and nosy busybodies, even away his brother, for whom he loved dearly, but smoke needed something of his own. this was it.
and with every encounter smoke noticed the little things lila did for him. after the third, or was it the fourthâsmoke couldnât remember but, lila started to dab perfume oil behind her ears and the backs of her thighs. it smelled like jasmine. smoke liked that. she brought rags to wipe himself off with (not that he didnât have any, sometimes he would run out during rounds. a self proclaim pull-out king, sometimes one just wasnât enough). a flask filled with cognac and finally, a metal lighter with an engraving of his name.
he remembered the night, exactly.
âi got you somethinâ,â lila said. it came out in a huff, she was still catching her breath, smoke had worn her every which way but loose.
they were laying on the grass. full moon's light shining down on them. in the distance the crickets chirped. it was peaceful. lila reached behind her, pulling a small package of parchment paper. she smiled, a gentle one, and handed it to smoke.
"hope you like it,"
he began unwrappingâpeeling back the layers neatly folded parchment, with as much care as he could muster. smoke wasn't a careful man, cautious maybe, but careful, no.
smoke's heart panged.
in the paper lay a small sliver lighter. smooth to the touch, it was a marvel of craftsman. something twisted inside him when saw his nameâhis real one, engraved on the side.
lila sat up on her knees, tucking a curl behind her ear.
"i found it, untouched, in my daddy's old things. he was never much of a smoker like my granddaddy was. so, i was on my way to shop to sell for somethin', then i saw you. well, not you, but stack,"
"you met stack?"
"yeah! he's awful fun and that laugh. i get why all the girls swoon. anyway, we got to talkin' and he told me y'alls birthday was soon. consider it an early birthday gift,"
smoke traced his name. elijah. e-l-i-j-a-h.
no one had ever shown him a kindness like this, everâemotion hit him like a tidal wave, huge and overwhelming. the deep, achy part, the amplified disesteemâ that nipped at the corners of his mind reared its ugly head. immediately, his reflexes kicked in. smoke rose to his feet, zipping his fly, and buckling his belt. he tried to ignore, the look on lila's face as he got himself together.
"smoke? is everything, alright?" she was soft, too, soft. he sensed the disappointment her voice. "talk to me,"
smoke didn't respond as he buttoned his dress-shirt. lila moved in front of him. her bright eyes were dimming.
"do you not like it? i can take back, pawn it maybe. you don't have to keep it,"
"don't be silly," smoke rasped.
"silly?" there was a slight irritation in her voice. " i'm bein' silly? oh, guess when i let you stick your tongue in my cunny, i was bein' silly then too,"
"it wasn't nothin' you ain't want,"
"oh, fuck you, elijah!"
echoes of memories, very unkind ones flooded his brain. his fingers twitched as he wrestled with the top button. on the inside he was a mess of emotions, painful memories of old collided with painful new ones. on the outside, smoke was stoic as stone. unmovable, not shaken in the slightestâthat had pissed lila off more as she huffed sliding her heels onto her feet.
"you're a piece of work, y'know that? i got you the damn thing 'cause i cared," lila glared at him as she shifted her dress on her hips. "i never wanted anything from you, smoke. nothing at all," she paused. a wave of a emotion flooded her too. she wiped roughly at a tear the fell from her eye.
"story of my life of my life, i guess. i always fall for the man who can't love me back,"
those words played in his mind, on repeat, on the drive back. it was silent, lila angled her body away from smoke the entire ride. and when the car stopped in front of her house, lila left the car, slamming it behind her. she disappeared into the doorway, not bothering to glance back. why would she? smoke hadn't given her any reason to.
i always fall for the man who can't love me back.
smoke palmed the lighter in his hand. the engine roared as smoke sped off into the night. pain filling his chest, at the realization, lila amongst many before, was but a memory, now.
a painful one.
ââ .⌠Ýâ . Ýâ .⌠Ýââ
[ a/n: omgggg hi! i literally wrote this in a day, but i had to join the sinners fan-club, the film was excellent, so if you have the chance definitely go see it in theatres! this is a two-parter, so all the mushy-gushy, reunion smut will be in the next part lol ]
âËŕżá°.áđ*đđđ đđđđđđ â rio martinez x ( black!fem!reader ) contents: curvy!coded reader. smut. dirty talk. pinv. hella feelings. just overall filthiness. semi-proofread. minors donât interact.
rio was going to nut soon.
he could feel it. the sensation started at the base of his spine, traveling upwards heat bloomed underneath his skin. everywhere, his chest, arms, torso, even the tips of his fingers prickled with a festering heat. it was like molten lava, just bubbling and curdling towards the surface.
ready to erupt.
âfuck.â
he felt dizzy.
you wiggled and writhed underneath him. your soft, brown eyes shone brightly, filled with so much want.
his balls tightened.
âm-mama, shitâso fuckinâ warm,â
âmove rio,â you whined, wrapping your legs tighter around rioâs waist, âplease.â
a low hiss slipped from rioâs lips as your warm walls clamped and fluttered around him. with calloused palms, rio squeezed the fleshy part of your hips, reveling in just how soft and pliable you were.
"be good," he gritted pulling out, barely leaving the tip inside your leaky entrance. "look at you. barely even did shit,"
currently, you were leaking all over him. your essence left a slick shine that coated rio's dick, even dripping down to his balls.
"christopher, please just fuck meâ" nasty snap of rio's hips cut you off, leaving whatever you wanted to say to die on your tongue. instead, a loud mewled escaped your lips as rio began pitoning in and out of you.
he kept you close, constantly reaching for your trembling arms as they slipped away from his neck, draping them back over, never losing his rhythm. he kept fucking you, relentlessly.
"mama, i ain't gonna last long," rio murmured.
"so don't."
rio's hips faltered, slowing his strokes just a tad. were you serious? before he could utter a response, your hands traveled down to his lower back. with the tips of your fingers, you pushed his hips forward, angling him deeper inside.
"fuck, i got you. i got you," swiveling his hips, rio plunged even deeper.
"yes! just like that," you babbled.
just like that rio fucked you harder and faster. with every plunge into your wetness it created a constant echo of squelches, plap! plap! plap! it made your mind tunnel visioned, all you could focus on was how full and stretched your pussy felt, how good rio was fucking you.
"fuck, where you wan' it?â rio groaned in your ear. his breath fanned across the hot skin of your cheek and ear.
"i-inside baby."
with both hands, rio cradled your face. he leaned in capturing your lips for a sweet kiss. he took his time, lips moving in tandem with yours, soft and unrushed.
then, you felt it.
almost volcanic, rio exploded inside of you. ropes and ropes of thick cum flooded you with relentless precision. it just kept going and going, keeping your pussy full of him. eventually, rioâs hips stilled. he kept himself nestled inside of you. pulling your plush, twitching body into his chest, rio planted gentle kisses on the side of your temple.
you were too caught up in afterglow to notice Rio sneak a hand between you legs. nimble fingers found your clit, rubbing teasing circles on the swollen nub.
âshhh,â rio mumbled against your cheek. âi just wanna feel this pussy cum around me.â
contents: parker robbins x ( black!fem! ) original character. but could be read as reader!insert. major spoilers for ironheart! angst with a capital a. references and description of bodily injury. head-cannon heavy. plot-ish. unprotected s-e-x. finishing inside. good ole nastiness. semi-proofread. minors do not interact!
it was really bad this timeâa nightmare, viscous and wicked in nature, played itself over and over in a awful projection. parker couldnât stop seeing the face of john. he was choking. eyes filled with desperation, clinging to life, only for it to be ripped from him. over, over, and over again. it was around the seventh cycle when parker finally woke up.
covered in sweat. heart surging in his chest. the whispersâparker had needed to move. he stumbled for the bathroom, steps clumsy and unmeasured. his hands gripped the edges of the bathroom sink with a white-knuckled intensity. parkerâs attempts to ground himself was meant with labored breaths. in and outâexhaling, trying to gain some footing. but the reality, mean and unforgiving, pulled him backwards.
p-parker mâ sorry. heâs not movingâ
john. his right hand. his voice of reason. his familyâgone. parker gripped the sink harder. no, he couldnât face it, the truth. a reality where john was no longer here, alive and breathing. yet, his mind conjured the truth, john was dead and all the more lost to him. the whispers grew. louder and louder til it reached a dangerous territory of actually competence, trying to tell him something. the lights flickeredâpain ebbed from his scars. the toiling, the sufferingâ
âparker?â
her voice, grounded in a deep sense of calmness, cut through the static in his brain. and when her delicate fingers grazed his skin, parker almost fell apart.
âitâs getting worst, isnât it?â her words were shrouded in a deep level of concern that buried itself, deep into the depths of parkerâs heart.
parker lifted his head and met her eyes. kind and soulful thingsâhe loved to get lost in them. this moment was no exception, despite the worry that swam in her brown orbs. her gaze calmed him, pulling him back to reality and away (at least for now) from the pain. the whispers slowly slinked back to the shadows of parkerâs mindâhe inhaled then exhaled.
âi wish i could do more,â she stepped closer and her hand rubbed soft circles against parkerâs arm. the tips of her fingers traced lines of his many tattoos.âwish i could help,â
parker turned to face her. little did she know, she was helping. her presence alone, the calmness, the clairty, the warmth that radiated from her. she was kind and intuitive, cared about others but not beyond herself. she is self-assured but not selfish, people gravitated to her because she simply a good person. she was everything that parker wasnât. he never resented her for it, instead, it made him want to do everything in his power to protect her.
parkerâs hands trembled as he reached for her. he cupped her face, eyes roaming her face noting every featureâthe bridge of her nose, the swell of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips. she was a goddess amongst men, howâd he manage to be in such a presence? softly, he kissed her forehead. then her nose and for a moment, parker hovered over her lipsâhe smirked at the needy pout that her lips formed. the resolve parker thought he had, crumbled away the moment his lips touched herâs. the kiss began slow, a bit mutual teasing the way parker gently kissed her. parker reveled in the pillowy softness of her lips against his own. warmth bloomed underneath parkerâs skin. he pulled her close, kissed her deeperâlicking into her mouth. their tongues in a sensuous battle with one another. she whimpered into his mouth. need rooted itself inside of him. parkerâs hands slipped away from her face down to her arms, sneakily finding themselves at her lower back. parker slipped lowerâthere. he cupped her ass. lifting her up, she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him. never breaking the kiss. parker groaned inwardly at her nails as they caressed his scalp.
âw-wait,â she broke the kiss, licking her partially swollen lips. her eyes held sparks of lust amongst the worry. âshould we be doing this? yourâŚâ
âma,â parker leaned in resting his forehead against hers.âplease,â
now it was her turn. she pressed her lips firmly against his. with newfound vigor, parker kissed her back, pouring all of his energy into pleasing her. every shiver, every moan spurred parker onâhe turned them around and plopped her down on the sink counter. parker lips trailed from her lips placing wet kisses down to her jaw, all the way down the sensitive line of her neck, to her chest. he so badly wanted to rip the thin fabric of her camisole, get access to more of her heavenly brown skin, but he showed restraint. instead, he peppered more kisses down her camisole towards her erect nipples. they stood tall and proud against the fabric. he glanced up, meeting her eyesâfilled with want. fuck, he wanted to ruin her.
âbaby,â she whined. âno pretense tonight. i want you,â
those simple words shot straight to his dick. he could feel it, his bulge tightening against the fabric of his sweats. he nodded. parker made quick work of pealing off her shorts and panties. in nothing but the tank top and a bare below, she widened her legs. there werenât enough words or phrases how perfect she looked. her pussyâpink. dripping. he couldâve swore he saw her clit jumpâpractically pulsating with need.
all for him, and him only.
a mean wave of possession washed over him. that need to show, to prove crept into his bones as he lowered to his knees. the closer he got to her wet core the sharper his senses became, completely keyed into her pleasure. parker kept his gaze, staring into her eyes as he flattened his tongueâlicking a long stripe against her slippery folds.
âoh,â she whispered softly. her delicate brows furrowed. mouth agape. the pleasure was starting to grow her within.
parker licked again this time applying a bit of pressure against her clit. her hips bucked against him, pushing her wet core closer into his mouth. parker took the opportunity to latch onto her clit. he sucked hard.
âf-fuck! parker please! s-slow down,â
parker chuckled. âthought you said no pretense,â
he unlatched, and swirled his tongue round the nub. parker enjoyed seeing his love slowly unravel, her thighs quiver as parker unleashed quick, kitten like licks against her sloppy folds. her essenceâsugary and honeyedâflowed onto parkerâs tongue. he happily lapped up her wetness, continuously coaxing her to her peak. her clit pulsed, her walls quivered with anticipation.
âs-shit! parker - mâ so close,â parker smiled against her tilting his head back he spat on her pussy. his dick jumped at the sight, the glossy wad slowing dripping down her puffy lips. she whined softly, her nails scraped against the nape of his neck.
âlook at you,â parker murmured. now, he stared into her eyes as he slipped his thick, calloused middle finger into her hole. with his thumb he teased her clitârubbing slow circles. his other hand held her thigh down, keeping her in place. âyou look so fuckinâ good right now. you wanna cum?â
she shook her head. âso fuckinâ bad baby,â
parker fucked her faster, circled her clit quicker. she was panting, her moans bounced off the walls of the bathroom. legs shaking, she was quickly reaching her peak.
âah fuuuck me! oh my god- iâm c-cumming,â
parker dipped back down to catch her essence that flowed out of her. every drop landed on his tongue, parker drunk from her well like a starved man. her angelic moans were music to his ears as he drunk her dry. a quick prick of pain ebbed from the back of parker's neck as her nails dug into the skin. parker pressed a feather-like kiss onto her clit before standing up.
parker watched her slowly come down from her high. her relaxed positionâthe way she leaned back against the bathroom mirror, the way her chest rose and fell, the blissed out look on her face. her eyes combed him over, his exposed chest and arms. she reached out giving his deltoid an appreciative squeeze. without shame her hand traveled down his sculpted chest and abdomen, and straight to his dick. she palmed his bulge through his sweats.
"mmm, this what you want?"
she bit her lip, shaking her head yes.
"hold them pretty ass legs back," she nodded again. widening her legs, she slipped her hands underneath her plush thighs and held them up. "she missed me?"
before she could speak, her eyes widened. parker pulled his dick outâwith a loud thwack! it hit his stomach. fully hard, his tip leaked out precum. he inched closer, hovering the tip of his dick above her pussy, so his precum could drip down onto her. he smiled, stroking his length, when she whined at the leakage slipping down her folds.
"so needy," parker pressed a firm kiss against her swollen lips. "s' good though, 'cuz i'm needy too,"
parker leaned forward, nuzzling his nose against hers. familiarity was his guide as he rubbed his dick between her slippery folds. up and downâhis tip circling her hole. . .
then, the plunge.
âah!â she hissed at the sudden stretch. parker bottomed out completelyâhe too groaned at the sensation. her tight, warm walls tightening around his member. pleasure coursed through his body.
âi know - shit. i feel it too. just hold on and i got you,â slowly, she adjusted around him, allowing for parker to move.
he pulled out, slowly, halfway before pushing back inwards. parker repeated this a few times, taking a few glances between them see the glittery shine that his coated his dick. he groaned. his girl marking her territory.
âp-parker - f-faster baby, please!â
she tightened around him, her gripped parkerâs dick as he stroked inside of her. his balls tightened at the feelâher slippery walls squeezing and squelching against the ridges and veins of parkerâs dick with every stroke. it was too soon, the feeling, his orgasm was bubbling up inside him. he tried slowing the pace, dragging his length slowly in and out her whole, but the way she gripped him, he wasnât going to last to long. parker slowed his pace all the way downâpulling his length all the way out until it was just the tip.
she whined.
âbaby,â she glanced down seeing were they met, the glossy shine left on his dick. she wiggled closer, attempting to engulf him back inside.
parker chuckled. when she squeezed around his tip, a puff of air left his chest. he adjusted, hooking his arms around her legs, positioning her perfectly. when he looked into her eyes, seeing the love, lust, the deep hunger she had for himâit drove parker wild. he plunged back into her wetness. parkerâs hips plowed into her pelvis, while his balls slapped against her ass cheeks. the scorching hot sensation from the stinging skin slapping against each other was heavenly. mixed with the sound of his girls angelic moansâparker was reaching his peak and this time he wasnât letting up.
squelching noises bounced off the walls of the bathroom, a reflection of parkerâs strokes. he kept going deeper and deeper, his thick bulbous tip brushed her sweet spot, she clamped down on him.
âfuckfuckfuckfuck,â she mewled. each expletive increasing in octave and sound. âiâm cumming. i gonna cum,â
abruptly her voice cut, simultaneously, when parker felt the vice grip on his dick. she was choking his length as he felt her cream flowing out of her. with a mouth forming a perfect âoâ, and fluttery eyelashes she was a work of art. parker continued to fuck her through her orgasm, another mean wave of possession washed over him as he saw the milky coating of her cum on his dick. some splashed onto his pubic hair, the other bit slid down to his balls, creating a sticky, sappy echo.
his girl was a dream.
parker fucked her through the last of her orgasm, relishing in how puffy and gummy her pussy became. the familiar sensation roared inside of him, he gripped her thighs tighter.
âitâs coming - damn, itâs coming mi amor, mâ cumming all in this pussy,â
âi-i feel in my s-stomach, baby! i wanâ it so bad, please cum in m-meeee,â
boomâ his orgasm hit like freight train. stuttering hips and shaky breaths, parker unloaded. it was a lot. she moaned as parker shot ropes of cum inside her. more and more, thick, velvety ropes of cum shot against her walls. parker remained still as his dick pumped inside of her. she was stuffed full, yet there was more, parker saw some of his cum seep in a sappy manner, drip out of her pussy. a nasty pool formed below them on the tiled floor.
parker exhaled, allowing for some calm to reach his raging heart. he bent down and captured his girlâs lips for a sweet kissâhe attempted to pull out but she shot a hand out, gripping parkerâs base.
âdonât,â her gaze was still heavy with lust as she lightly stroked him. âyou feel so good inside me,â
âyeah?â she didnât stop stroking. his dick, flaccid was starting to get hard again. âbe good for me, lemme see all of you,â
she smirked. with her free hand, she pushed her cami down, free her gorgeous breasts, nipples hard with need. however, to her dismay, parker slipped away from her grip. a wolf like grin grew across parkerâs face as he watched more of his cum slip from her puffy folds.
âturn around, mi amor. i wanna see your face in the mirror when i fuck you,â
ââ .⌠Ýâ . Ýâ .⌠Ýââ
[ a/n: yâall methinks this is nasty thing iâve written. enjoy the filth, and thanks for reading! also excuse the mistakes i did very little proofreading lol ]
heâs groping your ass at the cul-de-sac cookouts. he's burying his nose in your neck because you smell one hundred times better than the food your neighbor keeps forcing onto his plate. heâs hogging the fruit platter you brought for everyone else, feeding you pieces with his hands, then making you lick the juice from his fingers afterward.
you make up for forcing him to spend time with the neighbors he doesn't even like by letting him take you however he pleases.
tonight's choice is against the dresser to the left of the bed you two share.
it bangs against the wall with chunky, noisy thuds, the everyday objects upon it knocking over, off, and rolling onto the floor as he fucks you from behind with a hand pressed at your throat. squeezing only just to keep you staring into the mirror attached to the drawers.
he's hunched over you, panting against your shoulder. animalistic grunts mixing with the loud squelches sounding from where the two of you meet, your pussy stretched and stuffed to the brim with his cock.
sweat drips from the both of you as he pounds out his frustrations over not being able to have any alone time with you for the past three goddamn hours. over having to sit with a stiff cock while your neighbors tug you away from him for stupid reasons. over seeing you prance around in that little skirt you only pull out for the summer months.
licking at your neck and ear, he comes hard with powerful smacks of his hips into your ass. thick cum flowing inside you and leaking out when you can no longer hold it anymore. it grows into an impressive puddle on the floor beneath you as he carries on. steadying the flick of his waist once more and pumping himself until you're gushing with a trembling cry.
he makes sure to wrap you tight to keep fucking you right there, until you're wailing his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
maybe that'll finally get them to fuck the hell off...
â･Ëâ´ď¸â FAMOUS ACTOR!SIMON RILEY x PR MANAGER!READER ËËË
INTRO | QUESTIONNAIRE | BAD MOOD | GETTY
smile. please. i'm begging you.
the silent but desperate plea is written all over your face as you stare at simon from behind and to the right of the camera. you even brighten your expression a bit. an easy, visual example with hand gestures to remind him what smiling looks like.
simon just cuts his eyes towards you and huffs, amused but determined not to show it.
god, he looks awful. grumpy and mean. picture perfect for someone to screenshot and use at the top image for some piece about how badly he's behaved lately. not that he's making it hard for them to add to a list of complaints; pissing in public, showing up late to set, leaking videos and pictures of himself.
and now, during an interview for buzzfeed uk, not even playing the usual part of the big, brooding, 'bad boy.' his face is pinched up worse than usual, which just makes him look like a dick.
"fuckin' asshole," you mumble to yourself, rubbing your face to stop yourself from throwing one of your shoes at him when he starts giving short, one-word answers to the questions he's asked.
with a clenched jaw, you roll your eyes. ready for the day to be done.
â･Ëâ´ď¸â
"fuckin' hellâfine."
ragged breaths blow out of simon, who's leaking out messy smears of precum with every flick of your wrist.
"fine what?" your question comes just as you tighten your grip around his sack. (makeshift cock ring. nothing like the real thing, but it gets him squirmy and hissing bad enough.)
"i'll behave on friday," simon swears, chest damp with sweat and thick thighs sore from how many times he's clenched his body in anticipation of you finally giving in and letting him come. he must've really pissed you off, 'cause you haven'tâgiven in. "n-no funny business, luv, okay? i'll be good. i'll fuckin grin for ya... wear a proper shirt. whatever the fuck you want, justâah."
simon halfway chokes when the hand stroking him stops and yanks away. his hips try to follow you, cock angry and bobbing with dangerous twitches at how you're still tugging at his sack.
"seriously?"
ignoring his whiny grunt, you look simon dead in the eyes.
good. sulk. whine. what-the-fuck-ever. feeling bad and coming untouched is the least of what he deserves.
"and you'll make sure flowers are sent to those poor people who interviewed you today?"
ah. right.
"yes. with theâthe fuckin' notes, too."
you let a five-second glare linger on the sweaty man and his scarred-up lip before sighing.
"good. now hurry up 'n blow your load so i can go back to my room," you order simon, whose eyes roll harder than they mean to when your hand returns to his cock to stroke him with tight but measured jerks.
it only takes moments for him to become a complete mess. coming with rough, choking noises and arches in his back, chest wide and puffing in patterns similar to each rope of cum that spurts to coat the skin of your hand.
your name slurs out of his lips like an anguished prayer until he can think straight again. even then, he's all soft and mumbly. begging you to stay.
"jus' sleep here. bed's big enough."
"no, si. you pissed me off today. you piss me off every day."
si. not simon. maybe there's a chance?
propping himself up on an elbow, simon tugs you until you're collapsing into his lap. he watches you fir a tick, then he reaches for your hand and starts to lick it clean with long, lazy laps. voice low and just for you.
"i'll make it up to ya. really," he tries, the licks melting into drooling kisses that somehow trail their way to your neck. tilting your head for you, simon laps at your skin harder than before. adding a few sucks in spots that he knows make you shake.
damn this man, you think as your eyes flutter closed and you let him pull you even closer.
"lemme show y'how sorry i am... 'll take all night 'f i have to," simon rumbles, moving the snogs to your shoulder so you don't notice him slowly flipping the two of you until his body has trapped yours to his bed.
a smile, small but real, stretches against your collarbone when simon hears you exhale a long stream of air.
"...only if you handle price after that interview is posted."
"deal."
Š đŹđŽđŠđđŤđĄđ¨đđŻđ | divi by @/chrissiren
âË⥠contents: jalen hurts x ( black!fem! ) reader. curvy!reader. pinv. lover-boy!jalen. p*ssydrunk!jalen. voice kink. dirty talk. coaching. cockiness. AAVE. n-word mention. praise kink. size kink. spanking. cr3ampie. orĂ l (m!receiving). fingering. diamond chain mentionâŚyâall know lol. this was a quick one so excuse the mistakes/semi-proofread. mdni!
âfuck, lemme seeâŚâ
head tilted backwards, jalenâs chest rumbled as he let out a deep groan. thick hands tangled in your coils, as you laid between his thighs. giggling, you continued to slowly stroke his shaft, pressing feather light kisses to his weeping tip.
âshit. quit playinâ mama,â jalenâs grip tightened and a whimper fluttered from your lips. your gaze still on him as you watched his a tongue swiped against his plump pink lips. âopen wiiide, fâme,â
you happily complied, opening your mouth with your tongue lulling out in the process. a small grin danced across his lips at your obedience. slowly, inch by inch jalen fed you his manhood, and happily you took it, reveling in the salty-sweet taste of him. a glossy mix of spit began to drip down only half of his length. god, he was so big. the tip now already reaching the back of your throat and yet there was more. more girth, more length, more to swallow.
âgahdamn you almost there,â jalen breathed out.
with a swivel of his hips, you felt the tip brush against uvula. you pulled him out of your mouth, coughing. a webby strand of saliva connected between your lips and jalenâs wet dick.
âbe patient, baby,â you cooed, pumping shallow strokes against his length.
âiâm tryinâ,â he chuckled breathlessly, as you stroked him. âgotta nigga feeninââŚneed you to get me right,â
you popped him in and began to slurppp. swallowing him completely, until your nose brushed against jalenâs pubic hair. he massaged your scalp, rubbing his thick fingers through your curls. humming, you swirled your tongue around his pulsing length.
âfuuuuck, get me there. get me thereâŚâ his diamond rare-breed chain, clinked against his chest at he leaned forward, raising his hand he smacked your ass.
you moaned at the stinging sensation. the touch of his heavy hand, just spurred you on. you sucked deeper and harder, as wetness began to pool from you.
âyeaaaah. f-fuckâshit! i feel it,â jalen rambled out, holding your head just a little bit tighter.
relaxing your throat, you let jalen do his thing. he furiously pumped down your throat, his fat tip continuously kissing your uvula. just pumping, and pumping, and pumpingâŚ
âmâ cumminââfuck!â
he exploded in your mouth. delicious ropes of cum shot down your throat, full and thick you swallowed it down, keeping a steady gaze on jalen. his brown, chiseled chest heaved up and down, his gorgeous face was scrunched in pure pleasure, with his bottom lip tucked between perfect teeth. when he emptied out, he slowly pulled out of your mouth.
âdamn⌠lemme see,â
you lulled out your tongue. not a single waste of cum.
jalen smirked. ânasty ass. câmere,â
making a show of it you swayed your hips as you crawled towards his lap. he maneuvered you effortlessly, making sure you sat perfectly against his wet dick. big brown eyes stared into you deeply, as hands roamed your curves. rubbing, squeezing, both hands traveled down to your bottom. he roughly kneaded the plush flesh. he smacked your ass cheeks again, causing you to jerk, and moan.
âyou like that?â jalen mumbled against your chubby cheek. you squirmed feeling his warm breath against your face.
ây-yes baby,â you held him closer as his lip left a trail of kisses on your skin. trailing down from your jawline to your neck and towards your chest. he lifted his for a second, a mischievous glint gleamed in his eyesâŚ
jalen wet his lips, he ducked his mouth down, capturing your nipple in his mouth.
âfuck!â you mewled.
you clutched his head head as he sucked harder. tongue swirling against the pebbled skin. his other hand palmed and squeezed your other breast, gently tugging your other nipple in between squeezes.
âooooh baby! w-wait i need y-you,â you could feel the wetness just dripping down now. you knew he could feel it too when he smiled against your skin.
ânah,â he rasped. jalen shifted you in his lap, getting a better angle of your dripping pussy. âbe patient, baby,â mocking you from earlier.
âbabââ he cut you off, words dying completely on your tongue, when you felt his coarse thumb touch your clit.
he grinned, watching you huff and puff.
âaw mama, donât be like that. i jusâ wanna see you, wet me up. cum for me and i got you,â the effortless rasp of jalenâs texan drawl drove you insane. like syrupy honey poured in your ears, he put you under a sweet spell.
you nodded. needing more confirmation, jalen smacked your ass for the third time.
âyou gonna cum fâme? huh? gonâ wet me up reaaal good?â jalenâs stubby thumb began rubbing tighter and faster at your clit.
ây-yes i will! fuuuuck me,â you babbles out through broken moans.
jalen leans forward capturing your lips into a sweet kiss. the complete opposite of the brutal circles against your poor clit. you whimpered against his lips as your walls pulsated against absolutely nothing. damn, from kissing and playing with your clit alone, jalenâs got you down bad. jalen shifted his thumb just a smidge, it sent chills down your spine, making you break the kiss.
âshiiiit! right there, right thereee,â
âlook at me,â your once closed eyes, drifted open to see him staring back at you. completely keyed into your pleasure.
slowly, jalen tilted his head. a slimy string of saliva drips from his tongue, landing directly onto your wet heat.
âoh my godâŚâ you whined, watching as the spit slides down your pussy. jalen spits, again. his calloused thumb continuing to rub taut circles on your clit. âbaby, iâm cumming. fuck, yâre gonna make me cum! ohmygod,â
âyeaaaah. being so good fâme âŚgive to me, mama. i gotchu, anything you want i got you,â
his sweet words tipped you over the edge. your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your clit throbbed and while your walls pulsated. jalen kept his thumb against your clit and you rode out your orgasm.
âyou did so good fâme,â you purred at jalenâs encouragement, he placed gentle kisses across your face and the bridge of your nose.
he pulled his thumb away, and replaced the touch with a finger inside of you. you hissed as his long finger swirled around your gummy walls. he collected your essence, pulling it out to bring the finger to his mouth. he sucked.
âtoo sweet,â he rasped.
without hesitation, jalen dove for another kiss. his tongue slipping past the seam of your lips, he swirled it around allowing you to get a taste of your saccharine essenceâŚ
you moaned in his mouth, lightly swiveling against his lap, now damp from your sticky, sap.
âneed me, huh?â he mumbled against your mouth.
âyes baby,â
âaight, put it in,â you reached back, finding jalenâs fully erect dick. you gave it a few quick pumps, before lifting your hips to align him with your weeping core. âdonât rush neitherâŚdo it slow,â
âbut jaaaay, she needs you,â you whined, your lips poking out into a small pout.
âi said go slow,â jalen gruffed out.
you began to slowly push him in. your hand shook as you felt his mushroomy tip prod at your entranceâŚit was so big yet he was barely in yet. noticing your uneven breaths, jalen gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
âkeep going. jusâ like that, inch by inch,â the deliciously raspy edge to jalenâs voice spurred you on as you continued to guide you hand, pushing more and more of him inside you.
thoughts of him on the field, during the game, using this same tone, encouraging, guiding his teammates during each playâŚit drove you wild, riling you up, your pussy openly welcomed jalenâs hard dick. his girthy length began to expand and stretch your walls. fuck, just a few more inchesâŚ
âdamn, you still tight,â jalen groaned, admiration rounding out its edge. from this angle, and with him bottoming out completely, you already felt his tip brushing against your spongy spot.
âm-move baby,â he chuckled at your brattiness.
âaye, i got you,â he adjusted himself, shifting his position on the bed.
then, he pulled out, stopping midway, before plunging back in. with a new vigor, jalen fucked you. he snapped his hips and with an athletic precision, began fucking up into you. you moaned out as your gummy walls squeezed him. with every thrust his mushroom tip kissed your sweet spot, sending you to outer space while you wetted up his lap.
âjay baby yâre so good to meeeeeâŚooo-fuck!â you barely could make out a sentence as he pounded into you.
âmhm. thatâs what good dickâll do to you,â jalen tutted.
you loved to see the cockiness sprawled across his face. you loved seeing this side of him, fully present, shit talking up a storm, proving why he was truly the best in all facets. on and off the field, especially in the bedroom, between your legs.
âkeep fucking meeee! ohmygod iâm gonna cum again,â
ânah, hold on. wanâ you cum with me,â
jalen angled his thrusts slightly to the leftâŚslowing down, before revving up and going full throttle.
it was nothing but moans and squelchy noises bouncing off the walls of the bedroom. it was disgusting how wet you gotâŚa person none the wiser wouldâve assumed it was a damn faucet on with how wet your pussy splashed. jalen leaned up capturing your lips for another kiss and squeezed at your fleshy hips.
âshiiit, iâm almost there, mama. fuck me back,â
you spread your legs wider and pushed your hips back meeting jalenâs strokes. you felt the familiar sensation build up in your belly. you mewled as you began to contracted around his length.
âi feel you, hm, iâm right there witchu, give it to me. be good and cum on my dick,â jalen growled in your ear.
a few more strokes inâŚand boom. it snapped. you writhed as you flooded jalenâs dick.
âaww f-fuck meeeeee,â you screamed this time. hands placed his jalenâs shoulders as you rode him, starry spots flashed in the corner of your eyes as your sticky sappy flowed out of you. âjay baby fuck, iloveyousomuch,â
a pump later you felt him sputter inside of you. he groaned as you filled you up. more ropes of cum sprayed inside of you. it was never-ending, more and more cum just spitting inside of you. coating your walls. you held each others gazes as jalen continued to fill you with his load. pump after pump, he filled you with his cream. you kissed and sucked along his neck, with the intention of leaving a mark, a small thank you of how good he was treating you.
he sighed. his heavy hands drifting up and down your back as you swam in the afterglowâŚ
you felt jalen move to pull out of you, but you pressed his chest down to stop him. his thick brows furrowed.
âi gotta pull sometime mama,â
ânoâŚwait. i want it to stay in,â you replied, now rubbing circles against his skin.
ââŚoh,â then a light bulb flashed in mind. thatâs what you wanted. âthatâs what you want?â
you nodded, with no attempts of concealing your smirk. seeing him perform on the field tonight, how he graciously stepped into his newly-minted championship and mvp status, you knew before, but now you fully knew.
this is the man you were gonna have a baby with.
âaight, lift up fâme,â you said as told. you maneuvered, whimpering at the lost of the contact. you bent down to low at some of the cream spill down your leg. âon ya hands and knees, i wanna get better look at this pussy,â
you grinned, instantly deepening the arch in your back.
âhm. you ready to be a mama forreal?â
you brushed your coils off your shoulder to look at jalen.
âyes baby, i wanna make you a daddy.â
âËâĄâĄâĄËâ
[ a/nâs: this was real nasty lol, probably the nastiest thing iâve written so far lol. anyways, shout out to @joonsgeminii for the request! go birds đŚ ]
SUGGESTED TUNES đż: Freefall by Kaytranada & Durand Bernarr, I Miss You by BeyoncĂŠ, Backseat by Ari Lennox
WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT, Jalen being a low-key soft boy, praise kink, use of AAVE/N-word, etc.
AUTHORâS NOTE: this is my 1st fic, enjoy! (also this hasnât been proof read so please ignore any typos lol) / GIF CREDIT: @fixedfour
âArch it just like thatâŚâ
The sound of wet skin slapping against each other bounces off the bedroom walls. The comforter felt soft underneath Y/Nâs grip, a perfect contrast to the rough one Jalen on had on her hips. The calloused pads of his fingertips swiped at the swell of her hips as he pistoned in and out of herâŚ.in and outâŚin and outâŚ
âFucckkk,â Jalen groaned, âA nigga missed you, you missed me huh?ââ
Y/N felt her pussy flutter at the hoarseness in his voice. At had an edge to it, like he needed to hear her somehow, some way.
A smart slap on her ass interrupted Y/Nâs drift in thought. She turned her head to look at Jalen, completely zeroed in on his torso. His skin glistened with sweat as his sculpted chest held a slight red hue. A gold chain glittery, shined brightly under the soft, candle light. The J initial swayed back and forth in tandem the rhythm of his strokes. Her eyes combed upwards. Y/N shuddered at the sight, his plump bottom lip was tucked tightly between his teeth. Yet, his eyes were round and saucer like. He gaze was so soft and held a such anticipation that he practically, begged for the words to come tumbling off her tongue. He needed to hear you say it, you missed him, you missed the he touched you, you missed the way he fucked youâŚ
A small whimper escaped Y/Nâs mouth as tears prickled in her eyes. The whole sight was so overwhelming but she loved every single minute of it.
âBabyyyy,â Y/N whined. She felt the familiar thrumming sensation as her orgasm quickly approached. Her walls contracted and squeezed around Jalenâs dick. âI missed you so much, baby, fuck! You fuckinâ me so good.â
Rewarding Y/N for her confession, Jalen fucked her harder, and deeper, while he rasped endless praises into her ear.
Fuck, you know I love you right.
You doinâ so good for me, takinâ me.
Pussy so tight, you squeezing me, Mama.
With his throwing hand, Jalen licked this thumb before he reached around Y/Nâs stomach, towards her pussy. He rubbed lazy circles on her clit. Y/N felt something inside her snap, her orgasm hurdled towards the surface. Jalen continued to fuck her as she writhed and convulsed around him.
âJalennnnnnnn,â Y/N moaned. She attempted to claw her up the bed towards the head board, only for Jalenâs quick reflexes to kick in as he snatched her back against him.
âDonât run baby, you was doinâ so good,â Jalen rasped. He placed a sweet kiss on Y/Nâs shoulder, that sent chills down her spine. âIâm almost there, mama. Fuck, just keep squeezing me like that.â
His normal composure was long gone as he pounded against Y/Nâs g-spot. He relentlessly drove into her, completely lost in her warmth and wetness. A loud moan of his name, pushed him over the edge. Jalenâs hips snapped as he unloaded inside of the condom. His body convulsed as a slew of curses left his lips. Y/Nâs moaned as she lazily grounded her hips against Jalen, secretly wishing there was no barrier between them. That she could feel all of him, his cum filling her up, warming up her insides. One dayâŚ
Despite Y/Nâs whiny protests he slowly pulled out of her. Jalen sat on the side of the bed, he easily pulled the condom off, tied it in a knot, and threw it in the trash can. Y/N shivered from the after shocks of her orgasm as she turned and brought the comforter over her body. Jalen rejoined Y/N, he slid himself underneath the comforter, lying gently onto her stomach. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close to him. With soft fingers, Y/N drew loopy circles against Jalenâs curls. He hummed, the vibrations sent shivers through her body.
âYou missed me that much, huh?â Y/N teased.
Eyes closed, a sly grin grew across his lips. His eyes fluttered open, soft and thick eyelashes batted against the tops of his cheeks.
âHell yeah, I did,â Jalenâs hands slid upwards softly cupping on of Y/Nâs breast. Still sensitive, Y/N moaned in response. âSo much, I think I got another round in me.â
