Woman I Need You
Pairings: The Weeknd x Black!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 619
Warnings: Cunnilingus
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Did yall really think I’d dare make these HC’s without an honorable mention from my hubby himself - fucking Abel?! That man has had me in a chokehold since highschool and it's only right that I give y’all a peek into what a regular night looks for us.
You see, it’s his friend's birthday. And like the party crew they are, we found ourselves getting ready to hit the club scenes to celebrate tha homie. Now normally I don't dress too provocatively, but tonight I was feeling myself. Body in the shape of an hourglass, it’s only right that I show it off.
Dressed down in a one shoulder mesh, minidress - there’s a hollow cut on the right side of the waist with a small slit lining my shoulder. Im half naked, yet I feel as scrumptious as I look and judging the by the fuck me eyes Abel is sending my way, its safe to say he thinks so too.
A little buzzed from our earlier pregame sesh, I can't help the sly smile that creeps up on my lips as he slides behind me and runs his fingers along the curve of my ass. So much for clearing the kitchen counter before we leave. Now I’m gonna get slutted out before we even get to the party.
Turning my head towards him, mouth agape in anticipation, I noticed Abels bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, a tell-tale sign of oncoming mischief. But before I can guess what's to come, he trails his palm forward and grabs a handful of my clothed pussy; his fingers lingering as they lightly tap against the fabric.
The whine that leaves my throat is desperately pathetic and I can’t help but think of how badly I wanna hug his face with my thighs. Though maybe that wasn't a thought at all because the very next thing I know is that I’m being bent over the kitchen island, desperate for the slightest relief as Abels lips eagerly lap at my clit.
Arms curled around my waist, he’s tugging me further down towards his face and if it weren’t for my hands clamped down over my mouth, the neighbours would know just how talented he can be with his tongue.
Teeth nibbling at my lips, I wiggle my hips, trying but failing to ride his face at this angle, watching in awe as my slick slithers down his chin. A sharp smack across my ass cheek has me lurching forward only for him to pull me back into my previous position.
Growling he warned, “you know better than to move”
Yelping out a yes sir, I fall back into place, legs shaking as I tightly grip the edges of the countertop, fighting the urge to grind myself into his face once again; hoping to get some friction on the place I need it most.
Somehow his fingers get added to the equation and just as my mind goes fuzzy, just as I begin to see stars, just as my juices turn salaciously loud - this motherfucker takes one final sweeping motion of his tongue from my labia to my asshole and stands to his full height.
Yanking my dress down, Abel brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, kisses me on the cheek, and whispers that we need to get going if we’re gonna make it there on time.
Slamming my eyes shut, body slumped back over the edge of the counter, I whine into folded arms.
“Abelllll,” I drone out. “Baby, please finish me off.”
Hovering above me, he rubs gentle circles into my back, a cheeky smile plastered onto his stupid face.
“Come on, it's time to go or we’ll be late.”