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FIGHTING TEMPTATION | one.

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Pairings: Florian x WOC reader (mainly black reader)

Description: In which you’re a princess and you’ve been invited to one of his fights, and from there the after party at the club by a friend, without the knowledge of your bodyguard or family… HE IS NOT FAMOUS. HE IS A UNDERGROUND BOXER.

“Are you ready for tonight?” Florian’s father asks as Florian bounced up and down preparing himself for this big fight tonight, punching the air with his boxing gloves. He was ready. It had been a minute since he was in the ring, he had taken some time off to focus on his health since a major blow landed him in the hospital, but now he was back and ready for a rematch.

Hitting the side of his face with his glove, his father placed his mouth guard in his mouth, Florian was ready. And, he was about to put the man that knocked him out in a coma. “I need you to be on your best tonight, we’ve been told there’s someone special in VIP tonight, and she’s paying billions to the fighter and they will be her new body guard. She comes from a wealthy family. we need this. Florian nods in understanding.

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“Standing in the right corner, we will have legendary boxer Big Nasty! Standing in at six foot four, weighing at approximately two hundred forty five pounds!” The announcer yells, Florian nods his head at his father as he adjusted his jacket, he made his way out as his music played behind him, punching the air and, they got there and he entered the ring, bouncing and listening as his father started chatting him up. He was just done talking, he was ready to kill the man in front of him— not literal. Just figuratively.

You made your way into the booth with your friend, Clara. Clara and you have gotten close every since she’s been working for your family, you were also in need of a new body guard. The one you had was well, incompetent. He failed to protect you numerous of times, you needed someone to protect you, you were tired of handling the job you paid others to do, you needed someone invested. Clara, being known to certain areas, when you came to America, she wanted to show you the finer things. You both had to sneak out tonight. You out smarted the guards that were watching you, and both snuck out to this underground flight club. Of course, it wasn’t much of your speed, it was all brand new to you.

You watched from the glass window ahead of all of the other seatings. Your glass was bulletproof, and you couldn’t be seen. The glass was heavily tinted, “Whose he?” You pointed to Florian.

Brushing your hair with your hands. You placed your hand on the glass looking closer at the man, he caught your attention. From his athletic physique, to the way he moved, to the way he was giving this man a run for his money. You smirked, with each punch Florian made. The man became weaker, it was like Florian had a fist of steel, he moved so effortlessly, you were.. intrigued. Oh yeah, he was the one. He was the perfect man for the job. “And the winner is…” The announcer shouts. “BIG NASTY!” You cheered, clapping your hands real fast. “He’s perfect!” Clara laughs. “Girl, are you sure you’re just not lusting after him?”

“Oh please.” You wave your hand, brushing her off. “He’s not my type, I like my men like I like my coffee.” You spoke in an accent, mocking the little girl from the one American show you’d seen. “Black.” You answered

Clara laughs. “Girl.” You laugh shaking your head, you were so serious but you couldn’t deny that, Mr.Big Nasty was attractive to you. But you knew you were only lusting after his posture and the way he used his hands in the ring. He was a knock-out. “Let me go and get the boxer and his team, you stay put. Okay?” You watched the next set of men come out to fight, not answering her because it was obvious you weren’t going any where. You didn’t know New York, why on earth would you wonder alone? The good thing about being from overseas, no one knew that you were Royalty. No one would fake being your friend, fake loving you because they didn’t know you. And with your time here abroad for a taste of life outside of the big royal mansion in Kenya… you would get to experience a whole other world.

“You did good tonight son,” Dorin smiled at his son, he was proud. A proud father.

Florian didn’t stand his ground. “Thanks, Tata.” Florian smiled walking out fully clothed, he threw his things into his gym bag and made his way to the exit when the owner of the establishment showed up with a duffle bag, “Here is your cut for the night, there’s a lady here claiming to be with our VIP guest tonight, she wants to talk to you. You want to hear her out?” Florian to the duffel bag placing it on the seat, unzipping the bag, he took out the cash rummaging through the bag. “What’s the matter? You don’t trust me, Nasty? We been business partners for years.” That may have been true but, nothing happened without his knowledge, he always played both sides. Florian didn’t trust him and he knew that the VIP was looking for someone, and he wasn’t gonna give Florian his full cut. “If I count this, is it all going to be that Raheem?”

“All is going to be there, trust me. You know I’m not stupid enough to rip you off.”

Florian glared at him, zipping up the bag. “Bring the girl in and just remember, if I’m cut short. I’m coming back to see you.” Florian watches as Raheem made his leave, and in entered Clara. He sat down looking up at her, his father stood in the corner keeping his eyes glued on her. “You some groupie or some?” Florian questioned. She chuckled. “Do I look like one of your groupies?” He sized her up. “You really want me to answer that?” She rolls her eyes folding her arms, “I can assure you, I’m not. I’m here on behalf of my employer. She would like to meet with you. But only you.” Florian never trusted anyone, so going in a room alone with some woman… he wasn’t about to do that. “Nah’, ain’t no bitch gonna set me up. I’m good on that. VIP or not. Tell that to your employer.” His father clears his throat.

“You should refrain from calling the Princess of Kenya a bitch.” Clara spoke stern.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You fucking with me right?” His father shook his head. “she’s not. This is what I was telling you about earlier, don’t worry, I’ll be waiting outside the room for you.” He raises his shirt. “If anything happens, I have you.” Clara looked at Dorin, seeing the gun in his waistband. “You won’t be needing that. Join us at Revenue in an hour. Be there and don’t be late, and oh, don’t bring your father or weapons. You’ll be checked at the door.” She smirked. Florian brushed his hand over his face watching her walk away. “Princess of Kenya?” He raised an eyebrow at his father. “This is an opportunity, you can’t afford to pass up.” He sighed deeply, with his debt. He needed to do any and everything to make this money. Even if it meant entertaining some princess…

An hour later,

Florian sighed deeply as he shut the door to his car. He looked back at it. Beat up. It needed a ton of work, he knew it was definitely not going to bring home the ladies. Usually he would borrow a friend’s whip for tonight but this was about business so, all pride aside. “Florian Munteanu?” The bouncer questioned as he looked at his ID. Florian nods. “Yeah.” The bouncer handed him back the ID. “You’re expected in the private room.” He raised an eyebrow, usually it took him a long time to get into this club. Mainly cause he hooked up with the owner’s girl in the past, unknowingly of course.

“Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence.” A voice said.

He frowns, before taking in his surroundings. There were three guards at the door and two outside the door, the girl he met with earlier was seated on a couch; the voice was still unknown. “Uh yeah, sorry, car trouble.” Her laugh alarmed him, it was sexy and elegant. Who knew a laugh could sound sexy, he wondered… was she as sexy as her laughter?

You made your way from behind the wall that led to the rest room, giving him a view of you. A smile plastered over your face once you saw the champion of the night. You sat down popping a green grape in your mouth. “Champion, have a seat.” Florian was taken back. You were beautiful. He was left speechless and numb. He couldn’t move. “Florian?” Clara calls out. “Have a seat.” Before he could do it on his own, your guards shoved him down in the seat. He frowned looking up about to drop some hands when you whistled calling them off. “All of you, leave us. Clara, you two, we have business to discuss.” Without a second word, they all left the room. You stood to your feet, walking closer to him; he was still mesmerized. You smiled. “Are you okay, Florian?” He stammered. “Uh yeah, what’s the business?”

Part two drops soon.

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[melo-yello]

Sunkissed (Florian X Plus-sized Black Reader)

Pairing(s): Florian Munteanu X Black!reader, Plus-Size!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warning(s): body dysmorphia, cursing, gaslighting, and self worth struggles

A/n: This been sitting in my docs for who knows how long. But he’s so fine and I know he’d be soooooooo sweet if you were having a bad body day. Just angst and fluff. I really wanted to write for the hotties wit all the body tell me if I did y’all justice.

The sun pours down on you as you take a seat at a table outside the cafe. You adjust your hat and sunglasses to shade your face silently hoping your Aunt would hurry up before you got recognized. Kinky h/c coils subdued in a low puff and edges swooped to utter perfection peek just pass the hat's brim. It's so odd for people to know who you are now. Things have really taken off in the last year.

You had just finished filming a couple segments for Vanity Fair's YouTube channel earlier this morning and you're still a little in awe of everything. You never expected to be here at this stage of your life. A up incoming plus-size model with her career on the rise. Big publications wanted you on their covers.

Ebony.

Essence.

Allure.

Even a Vogue feature.

Thinking back to middle school it’s funny how you never dared to dream you’d be here. You are so far from that insecure little girl swallowed up in self-hate.

Your hot pink dress blows gently in the cool breeze. The gold body glitter shines on your exposed

shoulders and plush thighs.

You scroll down your Insta feed tuning out the bustling brunch crowd. A notification flashes across the top of screen. A new comment on the stunning fit you're wearing this morning.

@bignasty

Damn You're Gorgeous🥵...Where's your man?😘

You smile to yourself tracing the smooth baby hairs at your temple as type your reply.

@bignasty Still finding time in between his busy filming his fine ass off to annoy me😚

Your boyfriend just couldn't help himself sometime.

"Hey Honey!"

Your aunt's voice pulls your eyes away from your phone and up to her with arms open wide.

"Auntie Roxie! It's been too long!" You chime popping up to embrace the beautiful middle aged woman before you.

Her deep brown hair finger waved to perfection only with a lone gray swoop at her temple to hint her age. A classic diva if you've ever seen one.

Her lean waist giving way to bodacious hips and topped off with her perfect D cup breasts. She was all you wanted to grow up to be as a child.

Confident.

Poised.

And Beautiful.

You have since out grown the 'only one kind of body is beautiful' mindset. You’d be lying if you didn't admit that Roxie's stunning.

"It sure has! And don't you look scandalous!" Roxie hums as you spin yourself around to give the full effect of your outfit.

"Thanks, TT." You cheese taking your seat across from her.

"Just drop dead gorgeous! So catch me up, Chic! I want to know Ev-re-y-thing!" She stresses each syllable squeezing your hands firmly.

"Okay. Okay, but let's order first. I'm starved." You say scrunching up your face at her as you wave down a waiter.

"Can't say I'm surprised, HoneyBun." She smirks reviving your childhood nickname as she nudges your side. A frown flutters across your full lips before the waiter interrupts.

She didn't mean it like that.

"I'm Anthony and I'll be your server today. What can I get you gorgeous ladies to start with this afternoon?" He smiles unapologetically checking out you.

Roxie stifles a chuckle as she rolls her eyes. Chalking up the slight sting in your chest to you being overly sensitive.

She's not laughing at me.

The appetizers give way to entries as she claws at every juicy detail she can possibly get.

How quickly your career's climbing. How you were adjusting to living in such a big city. How you're adjusting to the limelight. What celebrities are really like. Your love life. Which lead to how you wound up dating Florian Munteanu in the first place.

The pleased expression on your face somehow broadens. You don't know if you loved talking about your man or your dreams more.

You couldn't decide.

This being the most successful time of your life, and the healthiest relationship of your adult life. Florian legitimately cared about you and encouraged your ambitions. You often caught yourself feeling it was all too good to be true.

"Florian is such a great guy! You know, he really cares-" You gush before she cuts you off shrugging.

"How long do you think this'll last?" Roxie stares directly into your e/c eyes. You shift a little in your seat.

"Well, I mean no one ever really knows in the beginning, but what we have is-"

"No HoneyBun. Not that Miracle. Your moment in the sun. I know being 'curvy' is popular now but, how long do you think it'll last?" Roxie cuts you off again taking both of your hands in hers.

"Are you serious, right now?"

"Well yea, it's just trendy. Just like jerry curls and parachute pants somethings just phase out." She nods solemnly as if she's letting you in on one of the best kept secrets in the country.

You swallow hard. Your eyes fall to the half eaten cheesecake on the plate in front of you. You tug your hands from hers to pull the hanging fabric of your dress over your exposed thighs.

"TT, just stop. Curvy Women aren't a trend. People are just learning to embrace natural beauty all kinds of natural beauty." You correct her without looking up.

"Oh come on. At least you've got all the right curves in all the right places," she smiles standing to kiss your forehead before placing a manicured hand on your stomach,"...well maybe not if you keep eating like that."

Fiddling aimlessly with the embroidered table cloth you swallow the swelling lump in your throat.

"Next time you wear something like this, wear spanx. you look pregnant." She leans in lowering her voice to a whisper while scoping the restaurant.

"Aunt Roxanne, you didn't have to say that." You snap pushing her hand away from your middle trying your best to swallow the creeping feeling of disgust as you meet her eyes. Roxie just rolls her eyes snatching up her Louis Vuitton purse.

"Honey Bun, at least I'm being honest with you." She says placing a hand on her hip.

"You're being hurtful. And I DON’T LIKE BEING CALLED HONEYBUN!" You spit scarcely below a shout while blinking back the hot tears brimming your eyes. Roxanne pokes out her bottom lip as she pulls you into her arms.

"Oh Bunny, It's only hurtful because it's true." She speaks softly letting you go as she turns to leave waving over her shoulder.

…

Silky thongs, bralettes, and lingerie sets start to form a small heap on the soft, white carpet of the condo bedroom as you stare blankly at yourself in the mirror. For the last hour you've been changing from outfit to outfit. Your favorite fiery scarlet set hangs perfectly on your round hips, and gives you just the right amount of shape to your breasts.

Little to no spillage.

The perfect amount of perk.

Not to mention how stunning the deep hue looks against your brown skin.

This is supposed to make me feel pretty.

Why don't I feel pretty?

Your fingertips ghost over the pudge surrounding your waist.

'I'm just being honest.'

Roxanne's words still bouncing around your head like a pinball.

You attempt to press your curves smooth hoping with just enough pressure they'd all melt away.

Would that make me beautiful?

Nothing changed. As soon you move your hands every curve springs back into place.

How could anyone be happy with me...if I'm not happy with me? How could Fl-

Overwhelming shame settles in your chest.

Heavy and Hard.

As you pull the red fabric off your skin all of the day's events replay themselves.

Every compliment.

Every flirt washes itself in doubt and insecurity.

You squeeze your stomach so tight it hurts. Acrylics digging into you. Every fear and insecurity cackle in unison as you stare yourself down in that vanity mirror.

No one really thinks you're pretty.

You're just a diversity hire.

You're not special.

You're such a silly girl for even believing it all.

You're just a fat girl.

Hot tears well up in your e/c eyes. You shake your head in hopes that all the self hate would vanish like lines on an etch a sketch.

Years of hard practice ignoring all the hate and refusing to seek others for validation seems to be crumbling. Your self-worth seemed to be slipping through your fingers like sand. The inferiority that you buried so long ago resurrected itself again.

I never earned a place in this industry.

I'm not a real model.

I'm just a joke.

At this point your e/c eyes start to burn from all the tears. Your head was beginning to really throb too.

It hurt almost as much as what she said.

But even worse than that the fact that she got to you in the first place stings the most.

You wanted...needed someone to contradict it all. Someone to confirm despite all the sly shit Roxanne shot at you that you're still beautiful. That her assertions weren't reality.

She couldn't define you.

You wander to Florian's side of the room. Rifling through his drawers and pulling out the shirt closest to the bottom of the drawer. A simple white tee.

You lift collar to your nose. The gentle scent of him still clings the fabric mixed with his signature cologne. Stealing his t-shirts just kinda became a thing after you two unofficially moved in together. After several not so sly comments about how great he smells all the time Flo started leaving lightly worn undershirts at the bottom of his drawer. You pull one from its hiding place.

You tug it on over your loose curls. It stopped just low enough to nearly cover your ass. Loosely meeting your hips but gave no hint to your shape otherwise. Almost always reverting back to you tomboy swag when you aren’t really in love with your shape.

You shuffle into red Nike gym shorts with ease, thankful that your baby daddy is thicc too. You don't check the mirror. It wouldn't make you feel better anyways.

Enough crying.

Woman Up, and ignore it until it goes away.

A couple bright flashes from your phone draws your attention.

💕😚😜😂Flo-Rida😂😜😚💕:

Filming ran a little over. Gimme a few to get cleaned up.

💕😚😜😂Flo-Rida😂😜😚💕:

Got a few things to pick up. Then I'm all yours😜!

Be home soon, Babygirl😘!

You send a silent prayer up to heaven so thankful he wouldn't be seeing you like this as you type out your reply.

Y/n:

Can't Wait, Big Poppa😜💞!

He couldn't know that you're this fragile.

Flo always said how strong you were and how much he loved that about you. How people never seemed to be able to get under your skin.

No reason to change that.

…

The warm spicy scent of chai sweeps through the downstairs air, mixing with microwave kettle corn. Quincy and Monica are in the middle of their break-up after his parents’ divorce when the door clicks to reveal Florian with his arms full of groceries.

You pop up from the blanket cocoon on the sofa.

"Your definition of ‘a few’ is way different from mine." You smile pecking him on the cheek as you attempt in vain to wrestle multiple bags away from him. Per usual he surrenders the lightest bag to you.

"Says the woman who steals half.” Florian smiles, raising an eyebrow at you as he places the bags on the counter before planting a kiss on your forehead. He pulls you into him sliding a hand down your back to waist then finally resting at your soft fluffy ass. Lustfully squeezing he growls a little bit.

But your mind goes to other dark and insecure places.

Wow he thinks I'm so-No Stop.

He didn't mean it like that.

You frown pushing the doubt out trying to focus on him.

His smell.

His voice.

His body so close to yours.

His desire for me.

He loves me despite…

Why did he suddenly need to love me despite?

Shame bubbles up your chest as you push away before crossing both arms around your waist.

Palms pressed into yourself. Fingers loosely gripping your hips.

You force your lips into your usual cheeky smile.

"Uhh...Lemme help put these up to make up for it." You giggle snatching Lays bags and a couple boxes of snack bars. You pray he wouldn't read into it.

Florian noticed.

His brown-green eyes muddied with confusion then concern.

Something's wrong.

"How was your day, Dragă? How was brunch with your Aunt Roxie?" He breathes slowly crossing the kitchen and resting his head in the nape of your neck. His arms wrapping around you as you close the cabinet.

"Uhh...umm...it was…" You mutter stiffening as your head falls and your shoulders tense and you ball your fist against the granite countertop. The lump starts swelling in your throat.

You weren't expecting him to remember you even mentioned that. Tears edge your e/c eyes.

You didn't want to tell him. You didn't want him to pity you. You feel so inadequate that she got to you in the first place.

Crybaby.

So you stay silent sighing deeply. Focusing on the little golden fleck in granite countertop you try to keep all the hurt inside.

You couldn't.

The more you push it back down the more tear droplets sprinkle the shiny stone finish.

Florian doesn't move. His grip tightens to steady your trembling body.

Stop it!

Stop It Right Now!

Stop Fucking Crying!

Please

You can’t help but wonder how you still had tears left.

Yet the tears keep rolling.

And seconds felt like hours.

Every insecurity weighing down on your shoulders.

Abruptly turning in his embrace to face him and meet his hazel green eyes but deciding on his chest instead.

A smile strains itself onto your lips. Your default facial expression.

A bad habit you'd picked up in middle school.

A small gesture of reassurance.

I’m ok but not ok.

"Today was uh … ok. Don’t worry about me. I'm fine." You croak resting your trembling palms evenly on his chest.

An action intended to put him at ease, and make your words less hollow.

You don't want to worry him or bring down his good mood. You try and beg the tears to stop rolling down your brown cheeks and your boldness to fill your chest. But it doesn't.

"You're such a bad liar, Babygirl." Florian chides gently placing a hand on yours before gently lifting your chin with the other.

A half choked laugh bubbles up your throat. One last attempt to pretend everything was fine.

His eyes were soft and genuinely concerned, much to your surprise there's not an ounce of pity in them.

You wait.

For his judgments.

His disappointments.

His snide remarks.

His attempt to force you into letting him in.

You just needed one reason to shut him out.

One reason to fold into yourself and bottle up the pain.

Just one so you can run up stairs and pretend this crack in your composure never happened.

Go ahead

Let me down already.

Soft brown green eyes slowly examine your features. Slow.

Methodical.

Silently waiting.

But he won't give you one.

No reason to run.

He just patiently sweeps away a few fallen tears off your cheek.

Only to return to rubbing slow circles on the back of your hand, "Y/n, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here." Florian presses an impossibly soft kiss into your cheek.

And that is all it takes.

You throw your arms around his neck as it all begins to sputter out.

The evening brunch with Roxie and everything she'd said and done to belittle you.

His hands rest on the small of your back as he pulls your frame closer to his.

"She's like a mom to me, Flo. And my day had been so unbelievably great until her. Like, I was on cloud nine. And I just let her snatch it all away. The whole time we were together she just kept throwing these shitty little jabs at me. And I believed it all so easily. I let her make me feel small and I let her hurt me. Because if Roxie..., a woman who practically raised me, could see me for who I really am…then then everyone else had to see that too. It had to be true. How long would it take for you…" You trail off squeezing him tighter to be sure he was real. Every gritty detail flutters from your lips.

"You'd see it too, Flo. And realize that I'm still that scared little girl I used to be. That I’m not good enough. That I’m unlovable."

You only recently opened up to him about the living hell of your middle school years and early high school. It'd been brief and scarce on particulars, but Florian noticed how you pulled into yourself when you talked about those days and how you'd laugh or smile but it wouldn't reach your eyes. He could see how much you still hurt, and that some part of you, still blamed yourself.

He moves his hands from your lower back to either side of your thick thighs and gently hoists up to straddle his waist.

"Fețită, îmi pare atât de rău." Florian hums softly squeezing you into him. Your grip tightens.

Flo had made two things his personal goals since you started dating.

First, Picking you up.

Something you always thought was so romantic, but you weren't sure if someone would ever do that for you. You made the mistake of telling him that, so every chance he gets he's sweeping you off your feet.

And second, teaching you Romanian.

You actually could stutter through a few sentences even though you're hesitant to practice with him. Mainly because your accent’s so bad.

A surprised peep escapes your lips as you nuzzle your damp face into his neck. An involuntary little noise you make every time. Even though you can't see his face you're more than sure he's smirking.

He loved you close to him. And you can't help but wish it was under better circumstances.

He strides slowly across the kitchen and takes a seat on the couch with you in his lap.

By this point you feel like such a whiny little bitch for unpacking all your bullshit on him like this.

"Babygirl, look at me please?" Florian pleas giving you a reassuring squeeze.

Those e/c eyes flicker to his features soft and puppy dog like. You can’t help but melt into him.

“Dragă, you know you’re beautiful, right?” He says matter of factly as he cups the side of your face squishing your cheeks for added emphasis

“Most days...yea.” You nod sheepish.

Today turned out not to be one of those days.

“Dragă, you know I love you with my whole heart?” He smiles a Cheshire sized grin leaning his forehead against yours.

“All the time, Flo.” You sigh giving him the same shiteating grin he gave you.

“Dragă, you know you deserve everything you’ve worked so hard for. You’re not an imposter or a poser. Right?” He states in the same reassuring tone.

“Damn straight, I have worked my ass off.” You mutter with the slightest sass thinking on every mountain you had climbed to get to this far in your career. Florian promptly pecks each side of your face as he sees the fire burning in the back of your eyes. Then he continues his pep talk.

"Prințesa, Roxie is an absolute bitch."

A half choked chuckle flutters up your throat.

Out of all the things you expected him to say, that wasn't it.

Not to say Florian never uses the B-word, but you’ve never heard him say it. Actually this might be the first time you’ve been present to see the syllables have fallen from his lips.

"I'm sorry to say that but it’s true. You're an absolutely stunning woman at the top of your career. You’re fiercely determined and way too stubborn to quit. You’re insanely optimistic and bubbling over with confidence and joy. You are so fun and surprisingly gentle and witty. You're amazing whether I tell you or not, Ibui. You’re a goddess in your own right. Anyone can tell by looking at you. You are more than deserving of love and being loved. Babygirl, I just want you to know that you don’t have to pretend that nothing ever gets to you ...at least not with me. You’re allowed to be hurt and broken and falling to pieces if you feel like it. " He hums, brushing the slowing tears off each cheek before delicately cupping your face again. Florian places small soft kisses on each temple before a long one in the center of your forehead.

"A lot of people call their cruel remarks, honesty or tough love, because most people don’t know how to love. And I want you to know I won’t ever hurt you and call it truth. People close to you don’t have the right to hurt you. Here. With us. That’s never ok. I will always be your soft place.” He. He pulls you securely into a bear hug. Firmly to his chest. In turn you snake your arms around his waist. You find so much peace in his arms.

“Promise?” You sigh letting a man that loves you unconditionally hold you while you try to piece yourself back together.

You feel fragile.

Torn.

Vulnerable.

But not beyond repair.

Not beyond lovable.

“Yes. I promise.” He smiles as you relax in his arms.

Footnotes

Dragă - Darling

Prințesa - Princess

Fețită, îmi pare atât de rău - Babygirl, I’m so sorry (roughly)

[stripper-patrick]

Heaven 🇫🇷Florian Munteanu

|part 1: Get You| |part 2: Heaven| |part 3: Hell|

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw

Song- Streets: Doja Cat

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

My alarm goes off and I happily get up getting ready for our trip to Paris. I go to the bathroom wetting my face with warm water seeing as cold water just makes me mad. I exfoliate my face and lips before moving on to brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash.

I hop in the shower scrubbing, shaving, and exfoliating my body with my warm vanilla sugar scented soap from bath and body works. I rinse off the soap and step out applying coconut oil to my damp body then applying the matching warm vanilla sugar lotion to lock in the moisture. I’m black we gotta stay hydrated and mind out business.

I put on some deodorant and face moisturizer grabbing a black bra and some burgundy rhinestone Brazilian panties. I grab the outfit laid on my nearby chair and my Nike air 270’s. I sit at my vanity doing a light makeup look and adding some Vaseline for that shine affect on my lips. I decide to tie up my long braids in a cute little bun and I see my phone buzz. I swipe right and answer Florian’s call “good morning” I smile

“Good morning” my breath physically catches in my throat at his deep raspy morning voice. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am”

“Oh and be sure to have something nice we’re going to brunch with my family”

“Oh ok” I nod. I did pack some fancy outfits because it’s Paris who wouldn’t but I know China hasn’t met his family yet. “So do you fight tonight?”

“No tomorrow. And we’ll be staying with my parents at their house”

“We’re not staying in a hotel?”

“No” he chuckles

“Ok then”

....

I park my car on a vacant lot seeing a singular airplane and Florian sitting on the steps. I get out and my jaw is dropped to the core of the earth.

“Hey baby girl” he jogs over hugging me and I’m too in shock to even acknowledge the nickname. I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase before he takes it from me “I could’ve got it”

“For what I’m here. You look good”

“Thank you” I smile “so you own this plane?”

“Kinda me and my brother went half on it. You’ll get to meet him later” he winks. Flo takes my luggage to the flight attendants and holds my hand leading me into the spacious red leather interior of the plane.

“This is dope Flo” I say

“Thank you” we sit across from each other and the flight attendant brings us champagne in a glass.

I take a sip and I can taste how expensive it is.

“So how long will this flight be?”

“About 12 hours” I sigh as we take off.

“Well how do we pass time?” He cocks up his eyebrow Suggestively and I smile.

...

“Ok how old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask looking over. We’ve now moved next to each other giggling from the champagne.

“15” he answers. We’re playing a game of truth or strip. It’s simple. If you don’t wanna answer your truth you have to strip. Better than truth or dare. He has taken off his socks, shirt and watch and I took off my biker shorts and socks.

“Oh” I nod “if you had to choose between me and Brad Pitt to have sex with who would it be”

“Can I choose both?” I laugh

“Nope”

“Ok I would choose you” I laugh “I don’t know Brad like that or how good he is”

“How do you know I’m good in bed?” he leans getting closer.

“Aside from the details China tells me I can tell you know how to use what you got”

“What do you mean?” He smiles.

“You know what I mean” I laugh. Deep down I want him to prove me right but that would be completely outta line.

“I need an example” all of a sudden I’m shy but not to shy to bite my tongue.

“Like your tongue you look like you know how to use it in the best way” He doesn’t say anything he just stares at me. I feel myself leaning in. He’s leaning too. Our lips attach and it was like a flame was set off in my body. I’m frozen but my lips are still moving in sync with his.

Flo’s large hand caresses thigh then bring them in my underwear rubbing slowly at my clit. I moan in his mouth and he speeds up. Out of instinct I try to close my thighs arching my back but he keeps a good grip. He slips a finger in and starts kissing my neck. I moan out but the flash of my best friends face crosses my mind and I place my hands on his shoulders and stop all movements.

“You’re with China” I say breathing heavily. He nods looking down and my clit is throbbing and so badly I want so much more but I know I’d feel the worse whether China found out or not.

“You’re right I’m sorry” he nods taking his hand out of my underwear. His fingertip is wet with my juices and I let out a puff of air holding my head in my hands. I grab my pants and we redress ourselves before sitting back down. I sigh closing my eyes getting comfortable. All I can think about is his head between my legs and him being dominant and absolutely man-handling me. I open my eyes again looking out the window at the dark night sky.

‘Something takes over me and I straddle Flo and grab his arms wrapping them around me. I grab his face kissing him and he grinds me against his hard on. He’s quick to pull off my underwear and shimmy down his pants just a little bit. The tip inserts through my walls and I-‘

“Y/N you should probably get some rest” I snap out of my thoughts and he’s just staring at me.

“Yea you’re right” he stands to grabbing two blankets from the closet. He hands me one and I give off a small smile and a thank you. I pull the heavy soft blanket over my body up to my chin before taking a deep breath that transitions me into a deep sleep.

...

I wake up just at sunrise to see Florian asleep. He looks peaceful when he’s asleep. I look out the window watching the beautiful sky. It’s painted a mix of pink purple and yellow in the cleanest way.

I smile and stand up stretching my legs and back. There’s a big window at the back of the plane and I walk back there folding my arms just looking.

I feel arms around my waist and Florian’s hand slides up my neck to my jaw bringing my lips to his. I can’t help but kiss back now. This is so wrong but it feels so right.

I turn my body taking in his embrace and his hands go down to my butt giving it a light squeeze. He stops kissing me and walks away back to his seat. I watch his eyes close and I go sitting next to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and I lay on his chest drifting to sleep once again.

...

We are just getting off the plane in the warm climate of France. Considering it’s spring there’s a slight chill in the air making me put on a light jacket. Flo grabs our bags taking it to the car and the driver gets out. He looks like Flo honestly. Not as tall but still over 6 feet, green hazel eyes, pretty smile. The have a resemblance towards each other. Florian gives him a big hug with a laugh “how’ve you been?” The guy asks

“I’ve been good. This is Y/N. Y/N this is my brother Daniel” he opens his arms and I give him a big hug.

“Nice to meet you” he smiles

“Nice to meet you too”

“How’s China” he glances at me smiling

“She’s great” he nods

“Good well let’s not waste any time let’s go” he nods. I get in the backseat and I see a woman in the front. “Hi I’m Amelia” she introduces. Perfect skin, long legs, gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a model.

“Hi I’m Y/N” she smiles sweetly and turns around. Florian sits next to me and his brother gets in the driver seat as we pull off in the beautiful city of Paris. Or as I like to call it, Heaven.

As we go through I’m glued to the window tapping Flo’s thigh every time I see something cool like mimes, flowers, and even puppies. I notice Flo’s hand on my thigh and I want to move it so badly for the sake of just feeling bad but I can’t. This feels so good.

We arrive at the house shortly after and it’s huge to say the least. I get out and Daniel opens the trunk. I go to grab my bag and Florian smacks my hand. My jaw drops with a laugh emitting from both of us while Daniel and his wife walk by.

“I’ll get it” he says. He picks up my suitcase and his as well rolling both of them into the house. I’m still enjoying the exterior. An older gentleman comes out looking at me. I walk up to him and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Are you English?” His thick accent much like Flo’s emits through his perfect teeth.

“Close. American. I’m Y/N, Florian’s friend”

“No girlfriend?” His thick accent doesn’t stop the curiosity but still love coming from him.

“No she’s at home” I smile. He extends his arms pulling me in for a hug. He smells like teakwood and a little bit of backwoods.

“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”

“Never tried it” I laugh. He wraps his arm around my shoulder walking me into his house “your house is beautiful”

“Thank you. Me and my wife built it when Daniel was born” he explains “from the ground up and this is one house I will never get rid of”

“I’m just in love with it” an older woman appears with broad shoulders and a disgusted look on her face staring right into my soul.

“Who this?” She asks pointing to me. I hate when people wave their fingers in my face it makes me wanna fight. But for her sake I’ll chalk it up to a culture difference.

“Diana this is Y/N Florian’s friend” his father speaks “oh my apologies my name is Emilio”

“You think you’re good enough for my son?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ma stop” Florian scolds “what the hell is wrong with you”

“I apologize she can be a handful sometimes. Which is why we’re separated” Emilio says to me. I can’t help but giggle and he shows me around more with Flo behind us.

...

I get out the steamy shower and a knock comes at my door. I open it slightly seeing its Florian dressed in a Nike tracksuit. I’m only in a towel and I smile at him. “Hey you look good” I step aside allowing him in and he shuts the door sitting on the bed.

“Thanks” he answers “you look better. I think my mom will love that” he laughs

“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself

“Y/N I’m sorry but I just can’t help myself when I’m around you. Every time even when all of us like me you and China are together I want to make you mine and I know that’s your best friend-“ I cut him off with a kiss. That’s that wrenching feeling inside of me knowing I’m going to hurt my best friend is strong. But my feelings for him are stronger. What we have built is too strong for me to just walk away.

“Let’s just have fun this weekend and we’ll see where to go from there” I reassure him. Florian slides his hand up my thigh dangerously close to my bare pussy. Before he moves any higher I push his hand away “I have to get ready”

“Alright alright” he stands up “just meet me downstairs” he kisses my head and I shut the door behind him. I sigh shaking my head ridding myself of the thought that betrays myself and my best friend the most. I go in my suitcase grabbing the short casual t-shirt dress I brought. It accentuates my curves but still is simple.

I grab some sandals sliding those on and snapping the strap to my ankle. I take one last look in the mirror before opening the door to his mother standing right in front of me. “Hi?” I respond in more of a question like tone

“Are you going to Florians fight in 2 days?” She asks

“I am” she rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath. “What was that?” I call out daring her to say it again. People, especially older people, need to realize respect isn’t given it’s earned and if you put me in a position where I have every right to disrespect you, then that’s that.

“Take your ass back on the plane and go home. My son doesn’t need you” Just then I hear Florian yell and he comes up the stairs.

“Let’s go Y/N” he grabs my hand but I yank it away too heated in the moment to understand he means good.

“Nah she wanna sit here and keep disrespecting me. I’ve had enough. Me and him aren’t-“ Florian picks me up taking me downstairs where he sets me down on my feet. His hands are still clad at my waist as I fume.

“I’m tired of her talking to me like she’s lost her gotdamn mind”

“Just don’t let her get to you. I’ll talk to her later tonight. Please” he begs. I sigh and he pulls me in for a tight hug. I take a deep breath of his cologne gathering my thoughts. I let go and walk in front of him to the kitchen earning a swat to my behind. I shake my head and we approach the table full of others. They all stare at me including his mother sitting at the end. I sit down and Flo sits next to me. The maids bring out an appetizer and it’s an orange soup. I grab my spoon taking a sip and it’s delicious.

“This is called a zuppa toscana” Emilio says “something my mother used to make me and my brothers all the time” he smiles. The family engulfs themselves in chatty conversations and I continue sipping on my soup. Flashbacks of the plane and Florian rubbing my pussy keep hitting me creating a waterfall in my panties. I can already feel their soaked through. I stretch my hand on his thigh lightly resting it there. Florian glances at me before going back to his food. I move my hand on top of his crotch rubbing lightly making a firm grip. I feel his thigh twitch and his hazel turn into a dark brown. I keep rubbing him through his pants feeling him harden. I keep rubbing until the chef comes out of the kitchen.

“The food is taking some time but it will be out shortly” the chef announces smiling.

“Perfect Y/N come with me” Florian grabs my hand dragging me with him throughout the house.

He opens the big glass door and lets me out first. I look around seeing we’ve entered a beautiful garden. “This is gorgeous” he shuts the door and grabs my hand not saying a word. Florian leads me through it to a bench in front of some flowers. I bite my lip and he wraps his hand around my throat sealing any space between us with a kiss. His hands move to my butt giving it a nice squeeze. I gasp feeling his tongue slip in my mouth. I feel dizzy and hot. I’m not sure who’s air I’m breathing anymore. He lets go and I suck in a breath of air as Florian sits on the bench. He pulls my dress off tearing off the thin fabric of my lace thong. He sits me on his lap and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I grind along his hard-on as he grips the back of my neck holding me in a powerful kiss. I lift my dress up pulling my underwear to the side while he unbuckles his pants. Florian lets out a big girthy dick and I watch as it pulsates and leaked with precum.

I grab ahold of it and glide myself onto him feeling his dick expand my walls gracefully. Once I’m fully on him Florian grabs my hips digging into them guiding me to ride him. This increases my pleasure somehow.

“I’ve waited for this for so long” he moans bucking my hips faster. I bounce my ass and my acrylics glide through his short hair. My breath is caught in my throat by how fast I’m going and how big he is. My hands move to his chest and I let out that first succulent moan. Florian rolls my hips faster attaching his lips to my neck heightening my pleasure. I claw at his chest hearing his deep voice rumble in my neck “I’ve wanted this tight pussy around my cock and in my mouth since I first met you”

My moans get louder hearing his vulgarity and my legs begin shaking from the pressure building in my center. Florian holds me down with one arm and his other hand snakes up to my mouth silencing my moans. Somehow this makes this rendezvous 10x hotter. He starts pounding me out from below and the only thing you can hear is skin slapping on skin and his low grunts and moans.

“Are you gonna cum on me?” I nod furiously trying to push away from his death grip. The pounding becoming too much “uh uh take this dick”

I have no choice but to sit there and take it. My entire body tensed and I begin my convulsions while gripping on the bottom of his shirt. He takes his hand off my mouth and I instantly move to his neck where loud moans are muffled in his shirt. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I hop off to the best of my ability and get on my knees. I grab the base of his dick jerking it hard while sucking on the tip. Before I know it warm, bitterness is brought into my mouth while he grips the edge of the bench moaning. He’s gripping so hard that his knuckles are turning white.

“That’s my girl” I milk him dry and keep sucking until he’s begging me to stop. I come off his member with a pop and smile at him. Florian grabs my throat giving me a wet sloppy nasty kiss.

“You’re so nasty” he smiles “I love it”

I pull my dress down and discard my underwear in my bra. Florian fixes himself and I see the door open. It’s the chef.

“The food is ready. I was told you might be out here since it’s your favorite spot”

“Yes thank you. Just showing her the flowers” he extends his hand and I walk in front of him. The chef leaves the door open walking away and I giggle to myself thinking of what we just did. I’m gonna beat myself up later about it.

[blkgirlcafe]

Professor Nasty

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Public sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading. 

I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. 

Thank you @dersha98 for the inspiration and the ending. Thank you love!

University of Munich

Y/N tried to keep her eyes on the slides but it was nearly impossible. She never believed the hot professor stereotype until now. 

Somehow she had gotten her dates mixed up and ended up registering for classes late. Which means all the good electives were taken. Y/N had gotten stuck with the two worst electives one could think of and she was sure to be in for a boring ass time. Public speaking and Romanian literature. 

Public speaking was the worst to Y/N, because well it was public speaking. Every other week she was giving a speech, standing in front of a class of 30. It was nerve racking and she always needed a break after that class. 

Romanian literature on the other hand surprised her. The professor was gorgeous, a man if she ever saw one. 

Talk and built like a brick wall that she would happily run into. She sat up front, eyes tracing his each movement. 

“So reports are due, please pass them up.”

Y/N pulled out the report that she put together less than 4 hours ago after reading the spark notes online. She hadn’t read most of the book, getting bored within the first 4 chapters. 

Everyone knew that professors didn’t read these things, just grazed over and did a length check. 

She quickly passed it forward and began to pack her stuff, last class of the day. Y/N couldn’t wait to get home and watch Netflix. 

1 week later 

A big bright red F was stamped on her paper. Not even a C or D. This would tank her grade in the class which would tank her GPA. 

Y/N waited until the class was empty before approving Mr. Munteanu

Up close he was even more impressive of a man. He was solid built and smelled like mint and firewood. She liked it. 

He didn’t even get her a chance to talk, “Your grade is your grade, stop staring off into space and maybe it could have been better.”

Y/N was shocked not expecting that out of the normally quiet professor. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Munteanu, the book was just really hard for me to get into. Can I try another book? Please?” 

Y/N tried her puppy eyes on him, hoping it would work like it would on her boyfriend. 

“Read the whole book, cover to cover and instead of a 2 page report, I want 4. The highest you can get is a B.” 

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” 

The way he licked his lips made her look away, something inside her heating up at the thought of his tongue.

“When is it due?” She finally asked. 

“I’ll give you a week, and Y/N don’t tell anyone. I don’t normally let students make up work.”

“I won’t, thanks again Mr. Munteanu.”

Y/N declined an invite to drinks, and lowkey ghosted her boyfriend to finish the paper. Once she got past the first 4 chapters the book was actually good. Lots of drama and sex which she wasn’t expecting. 

She easily typed out a report after and printed it out. Excited to hand it back to him after class. 

Y/N waited silently as Mr. Munteanu read her paper. His tall frame was casually leaned against the desk at the front of the auditorium. She fidgeted in her seat. Having him read it in front of her was nerve racking. 

The paper dipped below his lips and Y/N found herself staring at his lips and how pink they were, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked. 

“Miss Y/N, Y/N!” 

Y/N snapped out her daydream, “Yes Sir.”

“I asked what is your favorite part of the book?”

Y/N chewed her lips, wondering if she should tell the truth. The book had a few steamy sex scenes and they were explained in graphic detail. 

Y/N kind of shrugged, not wanting to answer him. 

“Use your voice young lady.” His voice was stern, making her clench her thighs. 

“The sex scenes Sir, they were just so real.”

One eyebrow shot up on his face. 

Y/N felt her heart speed up, this was not a conversation she was prepared to have with him. 

“Come here Miss Y/N.” 

On shaky legs she made her way to where he was standing, he picked the book up off the desk and handed it to her. 

“Show me your favorite part.” 

Y/N flipped through the book she was handed. For some reason her hands were shaking, she found the part. 

“This is it.” Y/N squeaked out. 

“Read it Miss Y/N.”

Y/N gulped, praying her voice did not fail her, “ His soft touch sent flutters through her body, this is what it felt like to be touched by a man. An experienced man…”

Mr. Munteanu wrapped a large hand around her hip, Y/N gasped.

“Can I touch you?” 

“Yes...please.”

Y/N cursed herself, already begging. Mr. Munteanu stood and Y/N felt surrounded by him, he towered over her, his scent engulfed her. Y/N tilted her face up, to look at him. 

“Tell me you want this.” he barely whispered. 

“I want this sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu crashed his lips on hers, kissing her aggressively. Y/N kissed him back, biting back a moan as he grabbed her ass.  She needed more, wanted more. 

“Please Sir…” she broke the kiss. 

“Please what sweetheart.” 

Y/N wasnt sure what to ask, fuck my brains out sir, use me like a toy sir, do anything you want. The pad of this thumb traveled from her hip to her neck where he gently squeezed getting a moan out of Y/N.

“Don't make me ask twice.” 

“Please fuck me Sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu growled as his other hand yanked at her jeans, not even bothering to unbutton them, pulling them down. 

Cold air hit Y/N wet pussy lips she was absolutely drenched from the little he had done. What happened next happened so quickly, Y/N head was still swirling. She was face down on the hard wooden desk, Mr. Munteanu running a thick digit up and down her slit.  The clink of a belt was all that could be heard over both of their hard breathing. 

“Fuck I wish I had more time.” his thick accent broke her out her spell. 

“Please...I need you.” Once again begging like a whore to be fucked by an older man. 

“Don't worry sweetheart, I am going to fuck you like a man should.” 

His wet tip came in contact with her thigh as he guided the thick cock head towards her entrance. His pre cum mixed with her wetness as he pushed inside her, testing the limits of her walls. 

A gasp left Y/N as his thickness filled her up, a painful stretch that quickly turned into pleasure. Mr. Munteanu pushed until their bodies were connected, Y/N walls fluttered around him, reacting to having such girth in them. 

“Good girl, taking all of me.” he grunted. 

Y/N moaned as he begin to fuck her, slow deep strokes that left her breathless. Y/N let out a loud fuck as he hit a particular spot. 

“Have to be quiet for me baby, can't let them know what I am doing to you.” 

“I cant...It feels so good...please more.” Y/N tried to bite her lip, to keep from getting too loud. 

“You want them to know that you like older men, that you let me fuck and so quick.”

“Fuck Yes, please dont stop!”

“I'm not stopping until I flood that cunt.” 

Mr. Munteanu lifted one of her legs, setting it on the desk, hitting even deeper on each stroke, a tingling that started in her core finally let go, Y/N toes curled as she had her first orgasm, breath hitched in her throat. 

“Look at you, already cumming all over my dick. Imagine if I had you in a bed, the things I could do to you babygirl.”

Y/N head swam with the thoughts, the way he could use her body, she wanted that more than she wanted anything else right now. 

“Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?”

He knows I have a boyfriend, Y/N though. Mr. Munteanu picked up the pace, slamming his hips into her. 

“Tell me Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. 

“No Sir, you feel better.” Y/N cried out. 

Y/N was being fucked so hard she swore the desk was moving, not that she cared, her second orgasm was sneaking up on her. 

Moans, skin slapping and the occasional grunt filled the empty auditorium. Mr. Munteanu pulled out, flipping her over before laying her back on the desk. All Y/N could see was him and his extremely chiseled chest. Her ass was pulled to the edge of the desk, her ankles by his ears, thick dick at her wet entrance. Y/N fist clenched around nothing, riding out her second orgasm. 

“Fuck, I am about to…” Mr. Munteanu never finished. 

He flooded her unprotected pussy, something she didn't even let her boyfriend do. He kissed her legs and thighs as he pulled her legs down. 

“I need more.” was the last thing he said as she rushed to put her pants back on and scurry out the door. 

Y/N rushed across campus, she felt like everyone knew what just had happened, she felt like everyone knew that her professor cum was staining her panties. She made it to her boyfriend's apartment, praying he was not there, still at the gym, or at the pub with friends.

The whole way up all she could think was, I just had sex with Mr. Munteanu! In the same class that he taught me in. Y/N was going to have to stare at that desk for the rest of the semester. She got to his apartment and mentally cursed herself, she could hear him on the game already. 

“Babe! Where have you been?” He asked her. 

“I had to turn in that paper and he had me stay while he read it.” Y/N tried to quickly get down the hallway but  Fynn wouldn't stop talking. Any other time he would be so engrossed in the game she could walk around stark naked and he wouldn't notice. 

“I waited on you for dinner though, I am hungry babe.” he whined. 

“Let me take a quick shower and I'll order your favorite.” 

She should feel guilty that her boyfriend was waiting for her to return while she was having the best sexual experience of her life on a desk, with her professor, who was also her boyfriend professor. But all she could think about was two orgasms in less than ten minutes. 

“Why are you walking funny baby?”

Y/N froze in her place, she just got fucked with the biggest dick she ever saw. 

“Sprained my ankle earlier in heels, I need to put it up.” 

Y/N quickly faked limped to the bathroom, turning the water up super high. She set her phone on the counter noticing a text from an unknown number. 

Be free Friday evening -Flo

[natashacoco]

Hi angel, here's my request!

Flo and reader have mutual friends but aren't close since both of them are always traveling, till one morning when Florian wakes up at his friends house after this party and has a massive hangover, he walks to the kitchen and finds reader baking something for the guys and after some chit chat they just click. The end of the story it's up to you, steamy or fluff I simply adore your writing, she could take care of him or something. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I love this request! Here you are babe, hope you love it! And happy New Year’s Eve/New Year. Got this done just in time for the end of the year.

Florian Munteanu x Mutual Friend! Reader

The scene in front of you was something straight out of a Hollywood party scene. The night was slowly trickling into the early hours of the morning, a few stragglers littered here and there as you and your girlfriends made it back to the rented Airbnb. You passed by a large body passed out in the lawn, chuckling as you walked by at how crazy the party seemed to have gotten. 

You’d just recently gotten home from taking a solo six month long round the world trip. You had saved your money for two years, researched, planned and counted the days and hours until you finally set foot on the plane to your first destination. To say that the time spent abroad was something you’d not only needed, but accomplished on your own was a feat. You were able to do this on your own, and now nothing was out of the realm of possibilities for you and your future. 

The girls had all decided that a night out on the town was needed as a welcome home celebration, especially considering you’d made it home in time for the New Year. You all had dressed to the nines, outfits, hair, makeup, everything was on point. You’d gone out to dinner followed by hours of dancing and drinking at the newest and most exclusive nightclub in town until you decided to call it quits for the evening. 

One of the girls boyfriend had rented out the large home as a mashup of a New Year’s party and apparently some kind of party for somebody, you’re not exactly sure who the person is but it must be something big for them to go all out like this. 

Following the rest of the girls into the house, soft music is playing off in the distance somewhere, empty bottles of alcohol, cups, plates, and other miscellaneous items are strewn about. You even notice a bra hanging off the banister of the stairway. 

You all make your way into the kitchen, pouring yourselves a drink and continue the vibe set before in the evening. You notice another tall guy, this one dressed in a white tee and jeans and a chain that captures the light and makes it hard for you not to stare at him. From the look of things, he is completely plastered in the corner, using his hands like little guns and giggling like a schoolgirl and you can’t help but to laugh. A few of the guys end up joining you and you all catch up, relaying tales of your time abroad.  

A short while later people start to head to bed, or find places to sleep. Remembering the guy in the lawn from earlier. “Hey, you guys do know that there’s some big ass white boy in the front lawn right?” You ask, wanting to make sure that he’s accounted for, or at least know he’s there. 

“When you say ‘Big Ass White Boy’ are you referring to Florian or somebody else?” your friend Lorenzo asks. 

“Don’t know a Florian, so maybe?” you reply. 

“You know Florian, Romanian-German guy, tall as a house, corn fed and built like a eighteen wheeler, any of that sound familiar?” he questions.

You look at him with a confused face, nothing of that making any sense to you with that description.

“He’s Mike’s friend, the guy who played Viktor Drago opposite him in Creed II, and he just got cast in Marvel’s Shang-Chi.”

“Oh right, right, right. That guy, I haven’t met him-met him. I think I was told about him in passing, or we always seem to miss one another at parties or get together” you reply. 

“I saw him earlier over in the corner, I think he was doing some gun things with his fingers or whatnot. I think I took a video, here, take a look” you friend Cristina says, pulling out her phone and pulling up one of her Snapchat stories. You take a look and immediately recognize the guy from earlier. You look through the stories and see some of his other hilarious drunken shenanigans and tell them that the man you mentioned earlier wasn’t him. 

“The guy in the lawn is Masias, one of Sandro and Florian’s friends, more like brother. I think the guys are getting back at him for pulling some kind of prank. Just leave him out there, he’s too big for him to carry” another friend, Theo, replies. 

Sleep starts to take over and the last of the party goers decide to call it quits for the night. Those of you who are staying at the house make your way upstairs to begin your nighttime routines. On your way upstairs you see a few guys sleeping on the couch and notice Florian among one of them, his large body taking up a large portion of the couch. An idea comes to mind and you go in search of the linen closet. 

Finding  a few blankets, you grab a stack and head back downstairs to those sleeping, placing them over each of the bodies to make them comfortable. When you reach Florian, you shake out one of the larger blankets and place it over him. You must have done something to momentarily startle him from his sleep because his eyes snap open suddenly in a sleepy haze. 

“Wo bin ich? (Where am I?)” he asks in German. 

“Shh, sorry to wake you up, go back to sleep, yeah.” you whisper and nod your head, tightening the blanket around him. 

He nods his head in agreement before he closes his eyes and settles into a more comfortable position before falling back asleep. You grab the last of the blankets and make your way outside to the lawn and place it over Masias, making sure that he’s as comfortable as comfort gets for somebody sleeping outside. Heading back inside, you finally make it to bed and settle in.

You wake up early the next morning despite only getting a few hours of sleep, your body still not use to the current timezone you’re in. You decide to get up, the cry of breakfast foods pulling you out of the warmth of your bed. 

Making your way down to the kitchen, you rummage through the fridge and freezer until you find some food. You decide on making pancakes, eggs, hash browns, bacon, fresh fruit, coffee, juice, the entire works. You look outside the window, taking a sip of your drink and are amazed to find the now dubbed Sleeping Giant still asleep outside. 

“What are you looking at?” a deep voice behind you asks, startling you into giving off a high pitched shriek, almost throwing your drink in the air. 

You whip your head around to face the voice and have to crane your neck up to face Florian, his eyes lit up with curiosity as he looks down at you. 

“Um, there’s a guy who is currently sleeping outside, he’s been there since last night and I’m just surprised to see him still out there.”

He looks past you to peek outside the window and starts to laugh. “I was wondering where they ended up putting Masias” he says. “I better go and get him, I’m sure the hangover and all the pics the guys took of him is going to be worse than anything else.”

“Oh don’t worry, the sprinkler system will be turning on in about 5 minutes,” You reply. “But I was planning on manually turning them on in about 3.”

He lets out a hearty laugh, his entire body shaking until his laughter starts to sound like some kind of sprinkler system. He wipes at his eyes with the back of one of his large hands and when he’s done laughing, he turns back to the window just as the sprinkler system starts to pop up from the ground and the entire lawn is sprayed with water. 

“Well it looks like I may have been wrong about the sprinkler timing.”

Masias’s head pops up in confusion, just as water is sprayed in his face. He gets up quickly, shouting and what you can only come to the conclusion of swearing in German before he looks around at his surroundings to see where he’s at. 

Florain runs outside and helps Masias inside, the two of them laughing hysterically. When they return, the three of you start to plate your food and make your way to the kitchen table. The smell of the food permeates throughout the house and soon enough others join you all. 

Florian ends up sitting next to you, multiple plates all but licked clean as the two of you get to talking. “I’m Florian Munteanu, by the way” he says, “I don’t think I introduced myself to you earlier.”

“You were a little busy, it’s okay. I’m Y/N Y/L/N” extending your hand out to his larger one to shake it. 

“Wait, YOU’RE Y/N?” he asks, his eyes going wide in shock.

“Yes. Why do you say it like that?” you question. 

“Oh, it’s, it’s just that everybody is always telling me that we would get along if we met, and every time it seems to happen it seems like we always end up missing one another somehow. ”

“Yeah, life somehow turns out like that, but look at us now, we finally met.”

“Honestly, last night when I saw you I thought I was imagining things, imagine my shock when it turns out I wasn’t actually crazy. I’m glad that we finally got to meet.”

“It may have taken us some time, but we made it., it only took us what, 84 years?” You say, referencing The Titanic.

“84 years and worth the wait. Plus, it’s not at a better moment in time I say.”

“How’s that?” you ask. 

“It’s New Year’s Eve Y/N, what’s a better start to the New Year than getting the opportunity to get to know you, and I fully intend to get to know you, if that’s okay with you?”

“I would really like that.” 

The two of you continue talking throughout the morning, the both of you talking about some of your favorite New Year’s traditions, him telling you about some of the Romanian traditions, such as tossing money into water where people wash their hands, him giving a little sample of Plugusorul and Sorcova-songs that wish good luck, happiness and success for the New Year. You tell him of your own New Year’s traditions, those from your own background and ones you’ve come to make on your own, and something deep down tells you that somehow you and Florian will be making even more in the New Year’s to come.

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Look Back At Me

Florian x reader

Warnings: Smutttttt

A/N: This is my entry for @blackmissfrizzle‘s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge!! Look Back At Me by Trina ft. Killa Mike was my song prompt.

Word Count: 2,582

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"Please leave your message for—" 

You hit end call and tossed your phone onto the bed. This was the third time you'd tried to call Florian and he let his phone go to voicemail. 

Ever since the fight you two had days ago, he'd been ignoring you. No calls, no texts. 

"Fuck him, then," you said to yourself and turned on the TV. 

Seconds later, your phone started vibrating. You wrestled with the covers to find it thinking Florian was calling back. Once you picked it up and saw your best friend's name, you sighed and slid the call button. 

"Hey Bree," you greeted. 

"Biiiiiiitch!! You're not at LUXX?!" She questioned. 

"Obviously not, ma'am, do you hear music in my background?" You sassed. 

"Well, ya boy is posting on his story all up in VIP with Sandro, Masias and some hoes." 

"What?!" You hurried to grab your tablet and went to Instagram. 

Clicking on Florian's story, you watched as he smiled and laughed with his friends. Some chick in a tight green dress sitting closely next to him. 

"Did y'all break up and you didn't tell me?" 

"I mean, we had a fight over something stupid and we haven't been speaking, but a break up is news to me…" 

"Nuh un, don't sound sad. Get dressed. I'll be there to pick you up," she said before hanging up. 

You thought about texting her and telling her that it wasn't worth it, but you weren't gonna sit around with hurt feelings while he partied, so you hopped in the shower to start getting ready. 

********

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when Bree called to tell you that she was pulling into the driveway. You grabbed your clutch, threw your phone inside and headed out. 

"Ooh, you look cute," she said when you got inside of the car. 

"Thanks, boo, so do you," you air kissed her cheek. 

When she pulled up to the club, she gave the valet her keys and the bouncer let you both walk right in. You could hear people grumbling behind you about how they'd been waiting. 

Since everyone there knew who you were, another bouncer escorted you both to the VIP area. 

"We're getting our own section tonight, Leo, giving the boys their space, ya know?" You told him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, but didn't question it. He sat you in the section right next to Florian's. A bottle of champagne rested in the bucket waiting for you upon arrival. 

Within seconds, Florian and Masias were walking over to the two of you. Bree pretended as if she didn't see them as she popped the bottle to pour the champagne. 

"What are you doing here?" He questioned. 

"Don't worry, I didn't come here to bother you. My friend asked me to come out with her so I did," you shrugged and grabbed your flute. 

"Come here, I need to talk to you." 

"No, that's okay, when I tried talking to you you ignored my calls, remember? Go ahead back over there with your groupies," you dismissed him. 

Florian walked away. He wasn't gonna cause a scene there. If you wanted to be that way then fine. 

"Go back over there with your friend, Masias," Bree said. 

"What if I wanna stay with you?" He smirked. 

"Boy bye!" She waved her hand 

"You've never even given me a chance." 

"Because I know your type and I won't be wasting my time, now go away." 

Masias finally gave up and walked away. You side eyed Bree. You knew that she had a thing for that man and they flirted like two lovesick teens, but tonight she was standing in solidarity with you. 

You waved your server down and asked for more champagne. You figured it'd be safe to stick with that instead of mixing it with hard liquor. 

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You were on your fourth glass of champagne. You were up dancing to the music and every so often you'd look over just to see Florian staring at you and  made sure to sway your hips perfectly to every beat. 

With the alcohol coursing through your body, you were feeling the vibes and really having fun despite your “ex” being in the section next to you. 

"Ladiieeessss, if you remember this song, I want you to come to the dance floor and show out for me one time!" The DJ announced. 

"If you want it you can get it if you wit it, I'ma hit it flip it rub it dump it smack it look back at I'm an addict—"

"Ooh! That's my shit let's go!" You grabbed Bree's hand and led her down the stairs. 

Florian stood and watched you over the balcony. You and Bree hit the dance floor and rapped along with the words. 

"I got a ass so big like the sun. Hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run. Slap it in my face, shove it down my throat—" 

A guy walked up behind you and you started grinding on him. Florian's blood immediately started to boil. He knew that you were acting crazy in order to get under his skin. 

"I know how to fuck. I know how to ride. I can spin around and keep the dick still inside. Now ya mouth wide, you lookin real scared. I'ma man eater, head hunter, I'm prepared—" 

You turned around to face the guy and grabbed the back of his head. 

"If you want it, you can get it if you wit it, I'ma hit it, flip it rub it up and smack it look back at it I'm an addict. Look back at me—" 

That set him off. He walked down the stairs slowly and headed towards the dance floor. 

You weren't paying attention to him and hopped up on the platform with the stripper pole as the second verse started. 

"Put this pussy in yo jaws now smack. Like it's Thanksgiving and it ain't coming back—" 

The room was spinning before you could understand what was happening. You yelped and grabbed on to the nearest body, so you wouldn't hit the floor. 

Once you realized it was Florian, you tried to snatch away, but he had such a tight grip on your arm that you weren't going anywhere. 

You had to skip in order to keep up with his quick stride. 

"I have on heels, you need to stop before I fall!" You yelled over the music. 

He didn't turn around, but he did slow down a little. When you got outside, his truck was already waiting at the valet and the attendant had the door open and waiting for you. 

"Get in," he demanded. 

"No, I came with Bree and I'm not gonna leave her," you turned to go back inside, but he grabbed you again. 

He lifted you up and sat you down in the seat, put your seatbelt on and then slammed the door behind him. When he got into the driver's seat, he closed the door so hard you were surprised the windows didn't break. 

The ride home was mostly silent. You rubbed your wrist where he'd been holding on to you. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he reached over and rubbed the spot gently. 

Your phone started vibrating inside of your clutch. You figured it was probably Bree checking on you, so you answered. 

"Are you okay?!" She yelled the moment you picked up. 

"I'm fine," you shrugged. 

"I was trying to get out there to you, but Masias wouldn't get out of my way," she explained. 

"Don't worry about it. Is he gonna ride home with you? I didn't want to leave you by yourself." 

"Yes, he's riding home with me and his ass isn't even allowed inside. He can wait in the lobby for his Uber!" 

You laughed. You could only imagine how hard she'd just rolled her eyes at that man. 

"Well don't worry about me, I'm fine. You just get home safe and try not to hurt the poor guy." You advised. 

"Okay and Florian, you'd better not hurt my friend or I will come after you!" She hollered. 

"Goodnight, Bree," you laughed and hung up. 

"Does she really think that I would harm you?" He asked. 

"Well, you did just drag me out of a nightclub while your friend kept her barricaded inside," you shrugged. "Also, I don't want to go to your place. Take me home." 

"My place is your home. You're the one who left and went back to your apartment over a petty argument." 

"Petty?!" You screeched. 

"Yes, petty! And then you're in there shaking your ass and being disrespectful." 

"Oh, I'm being disrespectful as if you didn't break up with me??"

He pulled into the driveway and before he could put the truck in park, you were jumping out and walking back towards the road. 

He quickly ran behind you and threw you over his shoulder. 

"Put me down right fucking now, Florian!" You punched his back. 

May as well been hitting a brick wall. 

He set you on your feet once you were inside, but made sure to stand in front of the door, so you couldn't leave. 

"Who said that we broke up?" 

"You not answering my calls and letting your lil bimbo bitch be all over you at LUXX told me everything that I needed to know. But then you get jealous when you see me with another guy? You're full of shit." 

"That's not—" 

"Save it," you cut him off, "I didn't get in the way of you getting fucked tonight, so you shouldn't have gotten in mine." 

You watched his face darken. Of course you didn't mean the words that you'd just so foolishly said, but it was much too late to take them back. 

He walked towards you slowly. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You backed up until you hit a wall. 

"Shit," you tried to turn and run, but he grabbed you and slammed you back into the wall. 

"You wanna get fucked?" He growled. "What were the lyrics? You got an ass so big like the sun?" He lifted you dress over your ass and palmed it in his big hand. 

He used his other hand to grab yours and guide it to his dick. You could feel him growing hard through his jeans. 

He kicked your legs apart and rubbed his fingers over your pussy. 

"Is this enough dick for that mile ride?" He asked as he slid a finger inside of you. 

You unbuttoned his pants and reached inside to squeeze his cock. He groaned and slid another finger into your core. Working them in and out quickly. It felt so good, you pressed your forehead against his chest. 

He used his free hand to grip your cheeks. 

"Open up," he said. 

You stuck your tongue out as he pulled his fingers from you and stuck them in your mouth. You kept eye contact with him as you sucked on his slick coated fingers. 

Once you were done, he lowered you to your knees. You assisted in pulling his jeans off and freeing his throbbing member. You licked your lips at the sight of him. 

He grabbed your face so you once again opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He slapped his dick on it and then on your cheek. 

"That’s what the song said, yeah? Slap it in your face? What's next?" 

"Shove it down my throat," you quickly answered. 

He wasted no time sliding into your mouth until he couldn't go anymore. 

You grabbed his ass and pushed him further down. Relaxing your throat, so you could take all of him in. 

Florian threw his head back. A loud groan leaving his lips. He pulled out, because he knew that a second longer would've resulted in him cumming down your throat and he wasn't through with you yet. 

You took a deep breath when he was fully out. Smiling up at him, because you knew why he moved. 

He helped you up and then bent you over the couch. 

"I really don't like the way you were acting. Making that fucker think that he ever had a chance with you," he got down on his knees behind you and sucked your clit into his mouth. 

He licked and sucked on your pussy from the back like a pro. Reminding you of one of the reasons why you put up with his shit. 

You were struggling to stay upright in your high heels and the upcoming orgasm was causing your knees to buckle. 

He turned you around. He wanted to see your face when you came. The way you bit your lip, the way your eyes pinched shut. It was all reserved for him and only him. 

"Look at me," he demanded. "This is my pussy, right?" 

You couldn't answer. Your mouth dropped as a tingling sensation washed over your entire body. You laced your fingers in his short hair as you rocked back and forth over his face. 

He stood and scooped you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he brought you around to lie down on the couch. 

"Answer my question," he said as he trailed kisses from your lips to your throat. "Who does this pussy belong to?" 

"I'm single, remember?" You taunted him. 

"Ooh," he pulled the top of your dress back exposing your nipple. "That's the wrong answer," he said and bit down hard on your nipple. 

Your scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

He turned you on your stomach and grabbed your waist forcing you onto your knees. He slapped your ass twice before thrusting inside of you. 

You screamed and scratched at the couch. He fucked your pussy with no remorse. Undoubtedly making you regret what you'd said to him. 

"Fuck, Florian, you're—" 

"Shut up and take it," he said and grabbed your throat. 

You still tried to run a little, so you laid down flat. Worst idea ever since you were now trapped beneath his large body. His hand pressed into the arch of your back as he fucked you. 

"Look back at me," he turned your head. "Now, whose pussy is this?" He hit you with a hard stroke in between each word. 

"Yours! It's yours baby," you moaned as you felt the waves building once again. 

He gave you a sloppy kiss as his hips started to stutter. 

"Yes, daddy, cum in your pussy," you urged him. 

You tightened around him as you came. Digging your nails into the material of the sofa. That provoked his orgasm and he released ribbons of warm cum inside of you. 

After a few seconds of catching his breath, he pulled out of you and lied down beside you. 

"I'm sorry," he finally broke the silence. "I should have talked to you about our problems instead of ignoring you."

"I forgive you," you reached up to scratch his beard, "just don't let it happen again or I'll knock yo ass out." 

"Oh, really?" He repositioned himself, so that he was in between your thighs. 

You felt him getting hard again and tried to move. 

"Nah, let's see who knocks who out first," he said as he slid into you again. 

You braced yourself. Tonight was gonna be a long night and you were ready for it.