norton isn’t good with words nor affection. the acts of love or praise feel so distant to him that he’s unsure how to act upon his feelings. but undoubtedly, he’s good at showing his adoration for you through his actions. the phrase actions speak louder than words certainly suits him, as he’ll take any means to make your life a little less of a burden, and unintentionally show his care. listening to you ramble even if begrudgingly, offering to take on tasks you may struggle with, bringing you gifts or taking you out despite his stinginess, anything he wouldn’t do for just anyone.
florian brand — quality time, physical touch
florian, early on, could be seen as distant. like no matter how much you adored each other, even through the smiles and attachment he showed toward you, there was something unseen, keeping the two of you at arms length. once you’re able to push past that, he’s a piece of work. he’s the type to show his affection through spending time with you constantly, allowing the two of you to be yourselves, vulnerable within each others presence. staying by your side through the late nights as you worked, taking stand beside you while you conversed with others, inviting you out on little outings or fun activities together. any way to spend time with you, he’s likely thought of. a bonus is that when he’s alone in your presence, he’s rather clingy, or very touchy. hands wrapped around your waist eagerly as he disrupts what you’re doing, kissing you while you try to pull away and whine about how he’s a distraction.
mike morton — physical touch, words of affirmation
mike is clingy. very, very much so. this boy does not know how to be separate from you. his hand is constantly in yours, or touching you in some way, and he’s always sat as close to you as possible, tapping on your thighs with a rhythm. he’s constantly plastering kisses all over your face, muttering words of praise between breathes. he’s a silly little tease with the way he expresses his feelings toward you, but its so important to him that you know how much he loves you, thus why he reminds you as often as possible
richard sterling — acts of service
richard, in a way similar to norton, isn’t quite sure how to express love. his way of showing love feels different, and can come off as overwhelming. it’s strong, whether through the way he monitors you constantly, or the way he sweet talks you and allows himself to be in control of many aspects of your life. he means it lovingly, because his way of showing his value toward you is by keeping you by his side, allowing you to belong to him in a sense. he’ll do anything to make you rely on him, doing small tasks or things for you so you don’t have to go out of your way, so that you’ll praise him for working so hard in your stead.
luca balsa — gift giving, quality time
luca doesn’t seem like the type to be good with words or showing much effort. it’s hard for him to keep his attention on anything other than the inventions he distracts himself with. so, in a way, he shows his love by mixing the two things he enjoys. by keeping you by his side while he works, even if its in silence, fumbling with gadgets by your side as you do your own thing. he’s the type to make his own gifts for you, something cute that he’d think you’d like, which noticeably also has a bunch of features he likes because he can’t help himself. he’s always spending time with you, giving you small trinkets to show he’s thinking of you, even if he seems absorbed in his own world.
naib subedar — acts of service
naib grew used to harsh conditions, so its easy to assume he wouldn’t be very good with words. however, even with his lack of prominent affection, hes very considerate of you, a true gentleman you could say. while he isn’t direct, and it’s hard for him to properly understand how to act, he tries his hardest. he’ll remember every detail of anything you’ve ever told him, sending you letters detailing the things he’s done while he’s gone, attached with little gifts or souvenirs that he thinks you’d enjoy, or things you’d prior mentioned, no matter how long ago. you’re constantly on his mind, the feeling making his heart race, and its a feeling he cant shake off. regardless of the tough display he puts on, with you, he’s gentle beyond measure.
ganji gupta — physical touch, quality time
ganji, i can imagine, likes affection, but hes shy when it comes to romance. the concept of being seen without going out of his way for it seems foreign. he’s the type to work super hard, all so that you’ll take notice and praise him, ruffling a hand through his hair as you tell him you’re pleased with his hard work. he’s not as direct as someone like mike per se, because i can imagine he’s scared of rejection, and it stresses him out a ton. he’s constantly edging his fingers closer to yours until you get the hint he wants to hold your hand, or standing close to you until you place yourself in front of him so he can hold you.
hernando romero — gift giving, words of affirmation
hernando is a charismatic man, constantly aiming to charm you with his words and actions. he’s flamboyant, the type to present a rose to you in the midst of the ring without an ounce of embarrassment, or the type to show you off with words of praise. he’s a flirt, no doubt, which brings me to believe he’d be the type to give many gifts, whether symbols of romance or simple things that caught his eye. his biggest gift toward you however, is his praise and reassurance. he’s constantly in awe of what you distract yourself with, with the clothes you wear or the way you display yourself, and he can’t help but compliment and flirt with you at any given opportunity. while he’s coy with his words, he’s also a good listener, the type that’s able to clear any doubt from your mind with the way he speaks of and to you.
ithaqua — physical touch, acts of service
ithaqua seems as though he craves physical touch because he’s only had a single stable source of it. he doesn’t want to let go of you, feeling the need to keep you as close as possible so theres no chance he can lose you. that, and he doesn’t seem to mind taking care of you, or going out of his way to ensure your safety or comfort. to him, you’re his warmth, and even if hes unable to express that through words, it’s prevalent through his actions and attachment to you.
Hello! would it be alright if I requested headcanon's (sfw or nsfw :P) of florian with a reader who is equally as jealous of a person as florian? (if not more), I really enjoyed your general hc's of him so I thought I'd ask ^^
disclaimer / manipulation themes, mentions of biting, overstimulation
word count / 749 words
author's note / i love this request and i'm glad you enjoyed my general headcanons on florian!
SFW
☆ a partner equally jealous as florian, oh he’ll be over the moon. it felt good to know how much you each badly wanted each other but at times, it can become overwhelming.
☆ the intensity of it all can become scary as you both got off on pushing each other's buttons. whether it’s you being near another person or expressing any hint of interest (no matter how little), it’s something you got off on.
☆ he attempts to hide his annoyance in public to you, but you know him better. you'll notice he's awfully more clingy to you. he loves your every attention, if your attention is elsewhere, he’d be burying his head on your shoulders with his hands firm on your waist but you can feel his death grip.
☆ he’s kissing you deep and hard until your lips are swollen, your bottom lip beginning to bleed. you’re practically suffocating under him as he steals every breath out of you.
☆ if it’s someone that’s touched you, even if it was a graze, he’d fixatedly scrub that part of your skin with that beaming smile of his but his eyes are narrowed with distaste, as if he’s scrubbing dirt off you. his scrubbing could get too much to the point it stings, which you’ll have to retreat your hand away from him.
“i’m sorry my dear.. there was dirt on you. you’re all clean now!"
☆ when you’re the one jealous over him, he’s practically beaming with happiness with how you’re reacting. whether it’s telling whoever off that’s near me or shouting at him, he’s overjoyed to the point he’ll make you forget it all by simply caressing your cheeks with that lovestruck expression on him.
“you’re everything i want..”
☆ he’s whining to you on how absolutely adorable you are when you’re so obsessive over him, how cute you are when you want him so badly, how much he loves it when you’re like this over him.
☆ he’s obsessed with everything about you, going through great lengths and beyond to convey his passion for you. he’s jealous of everyone around you, believing that they’ll steal you in one way or another.
☆ his insecurities screaming inside of him to just take you away from everyone and have you only depend on him but every time those thoughts come up, he pushes them away faintly.
NSFW
☆ in private, he’s venting his jealousy with his own affection to you. even the littlest of things gets florian riled up with jealousy so no matter what, if he’s jealous, it’ll be a long night for you both (especially if you purposefully made him jealous).
☆ he’s putting you in every position that you possibly can be in. he’s talking and talking and loud mumbling on how you can make him so, so jealous.. as if you don’t even care about him.
☆ his eyes are always locked with yours, not ever looking away. he’s practically begging with his ryes for you to praise him like you always do and validate his feelings, remind him on how much you love him.
☆ he’s fondling your chest and pinching, biting you in every way possible (especially your neck). the parts in your body that nobody will ever see but him, oh that’s everything to him.
☆ he wants to hear everything from you, he’s sucking on your nipples to hear all of those cute little mewls of yours, flicking on the bud of it and looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes of his as if searching for any pleasurable approval of you.
☆ you’ll be locked under a mating press, your skin on his being deathly sweaty. florian is already long gone, completely pussy drunk and ramming into you with no thoughts but to keep on going, climax after climax.
☆ your voice will be sore by the very end and the sun is rising already once you both reach your end, he has to clock in his job in a few hours but he could care less. his hands wrapped around your entire form and him kissing your hair.
REALLY crazy request but could you do florian with a girlfriend who's even more obsessed with him than he is with her? like he starts off the relationship thinking he's deranged and crazy over her, and then realizes how much of a maniac she is... he's both scared and impressed i'd imagine lol
idek how i came up with this, feel free to ignore if you're uncomfortable with it hahah
Lord my friend just bought me his new skin and I’m obsessed so OFC
I’m just gonna do some headcanons! And maybe a fic later<3
Also I’m only really good at fluff, angst or suggestive content, I’ve never really written someone who’s crazier than them so I hope it’s not booty buns</3
Yandere!Florian with a crazier girlfriend!<3
Warnings; Talks of stalking; Not descriptive nsfw but implied; idk if I should add you to the warnings after this but oh well;
Angel- Massive attack; ⓘ pictures are not mine!!!
<3 Florian wouldn’t realize it until he entered your room, and started rummaging through it for things to keep.
<3 Which is how he found your photo collection behind your clothes in your closet. Filled with various pictures of him out and about, and the more private photos… That he’s unsure how you got.
<3 He doesn’t know if he should be turned on or worried that he’s been out crazed.
<3 Florian won’t say anything but he’ll keep a closer eye on you. Making sure to keep his bedroom curtains open for you when he’s going certain things.
<3 His savior complex will go through the roof, trying to save you and show that he’s the right one for you to waste your obsession on.
<3 Florian definitely will give off more crazy vibes and try to match yours or try to outdo you.
<3 Like leaving notes about with photos of you to scare you into asking him for help so you’ll need him.
<3 Or maybe he’d purposefully get you into an accident so he could take care of you.
<3 But he gets worse treatment, he’d notice how some of the girls he talked to are dead and the newspaper talking about it is cut out and placed on his desk.
<3 He’d find that he’d suddenly be tired after meals sometimes not realizing he’s been drugged. Only to wake up after how many hours seeing he’s been pampered and taken care of. (You can make up your own thing here I didn’t know what to do💔)
<3 He’d definitely be into it, but sometimes it pisses him off to no end, cause he’s supposed to be the man. The one you need. Your savior. And here you are being better than him? Being absolutely more mental than him, and it isn’t fair.
<3 moral of the story he’s happy 99% of the time cause he knows your not going anywhere. Less of a struggle for him honestly.
yandere florian who locks up his s/o, so they can't leave or escape or even get help.
oh how he takes in your misery with glee; you may be miserable but he's more than pleased, he has you all to himself and he doesn't care if you're not happy, you will be...eventually.
how you grow dull from the lack of sunlight due to not seeing the sun in weeks, months even. maybe if you're lucky he'll let you outside...while by his side that is.
florian who uses bolts and locks and chains on the doors to keep you nicely secured inside. all alone, isolated and his alone to bare witness to.
a peice of him glows when he sees you cry and beg for freedom, knowing he controls your everyday life brings him pure joy.
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a/n : eee more idv, I hope you liked it (even if it was short) ><
Pairing: Florian x GN!Reader
Word Count: 2k
TW: blood?, florian is a little bit of a yandere creep of course, but its mostly a good time, no beta reading we spit words out and pray to whoever listens
note: sorry to my other wips. bloodlust consumed me. we will spin the wheel another day
You don't know how long you've been running for, every tree a repeating pattern, narrowly dodging branches and rocks and just barely managing to keep from stumbling over flat onto the ground. You would not be able to afford such a mistake, for your life and for your pride as one of the best vampire hunters in your clan.
So if you were the best, why were you running?
You can't stop to think about that, can't dwell on it lest it slow you down for just enough time to get caught between the claws and fangs of the abomination chasing you down. In the privacy of your own head, you curse that informant for giving you such misleading information, causing you to be so, so unprepared, but you curse yourself too for not doing even more research, for underestimating your opponent. How was this situation your fault anyways? You were expecting blood sucking parasites, not a fucking werewolf. Now the price for that information could very well be your life.
Your ankle snags around a concealed branch and the world spins around you. Not so distantly, you hear what sounds like the delighted howling of the monster. You're quick to change your stance from rolling to something more prepared, ignoring the stinging pain of new wounds and the ache of bruises sure to come later, a stake held in your hands though you wished desperately for something made of silver, eyes focused on the approaching figure and ears straining to hear any other sound. Yet, there are no accompanying howls, and you can't help but be secretly grateful. A lone wolf. How incredibly rare.
Still, you refuse to let your guard down. The beast comes closer and closer, bottles worth of saliva dripping from its jaws, growling as it approaches…
It pounces. Your grip tightens.
Just before you could swing, the beast switches directions to the side—wait, no, that isn't right. Something tackles the beast to the side, crashing it into the trees. You hear the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart, skin stretching until it rips, and the agonized howl of the werewolf’s screams. Through the spray of blood, you manage to make out a figure more human than a beast, and yet not quite so human all the same. Familiar. A vampire.
Eventually the vampire slows, the werewolf that chased you a barely recognizable mass of flesh, bones, and gore on the ground, the trees—on the vampire that saved you. No, let’s get that right. On the vermin that merely found something more fun to tear apart. But now that the fun is over…
He turns to you. You tense instinctively, but your legs refuse to listen no matter how much you silently beg yourself to attack him and hunt down a vampire, just like you were trained to do, but you realize that you actually recognize this guy.
“Florian,” you say, tone falling flat from a mixture of emotions ranging from shocked, annoyed, relieved. You try not to feel too disgusted at yourself with how thankful you are that it’s him and not anyone else. You’re not sure how you would feel if Sofia, or god forbid Nikolas found you first.
“S… sorry. Did I… take too long?” The vampire asks, a voice too soft for the manic look in his eyes, wiping his bloody cheeks with an even bloodier arm and only managing to succeed in smudging the red specks across his face. “I wanted… to let you handle it but then… well…” he trails off, glancing to the side. He giggles. “Yeah. You know the rest.”
“It’s alright,” you speak an honest lie, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly despite the way your hands tremble with leftover adrenaline. A silence falls between you two while you try to figure out what to do or say next, and you watch how he begins to rock back and forth on his feet, picking at the cuticles and dead skin (what isn’t dead?) on his hands, moving to scratch at the dirty bandages on his arms, on his neck—
Ah. He’s waiting for something isn’t he? You barely manage to keep yourself from sighing out loud, but you can’t help but feel… amused. Endeared? It’s complicated.
You take a moment to mentally prepare then stretch your arms out. The start of his name just barely manages to leave your lips before you’re practically tackled to the ground, the sound of leaves and twigs being crushed beneath your combined weight just barely managing to cover up the sound of wet, bloody clothes being squished between you two. You momentarily think about the stake still gripped in your hand, but you’ve long since gone past the point of wondering about his reckless behavior.
“I missed you,” he mumbles into your neck, practically purring as you pet the back of his head. “We saw each other a few days ago,” you say in mock exasperation. He stiffens for a moment before relaxing again, but considering he’s fully pressed against you, you notice.
“... Florian,” you say for the second time that night. “We saw each other a few days ago, right?”
He’s silent for too long. “...Yes,” he lies, and then, “...No. I mean—I knew you were busy… so I didn’t… I mean you didn’t even know… so I did good, right?” Oh, the almighty heavens above, what are you going to do with this guy? Your hands pause momentarily and he panics. “I… saved you tonight… right? So—well—if I wasn’t… I just missed you. That’s—that’s all. And if I didn’t then…” He buries his face further into your neck. “You’d be like that… wolf… and that would be bad, right?” Florian almost giggles as he says it, a hysterical sort of sound. “I did… good, right?”
“Yes,” you sigh. Deep inside, you were grateful for his interference even if your pride was wounded for it, and that one simple word seems to make him completely melt once more. “Oh, good. Thought you would be mad at me, dewdrop,” he giggles, tilting his head to the side and pressing his cheek against your collarbone. “Does this mean… I could get a reward?”
A reward? You think for a moment, ignoring the way his breath brushes against your skin. It wasn’t a bad idea, and at least in this way, you wouldn’t feel like you owed him anymore. For this, at least. “Alright,” you agree, and he quickly raises himself off of you in surprise, hands pressing on either side of your head. “Really?” he cheers. “Can I pick? Oh, wait sorry, you… you choose.”
And honestly when he speaks like that, you can’t help but want to tease him.
Still laying on the forest ground, you leave your stake on the ground and reach your hands up to touch his cheeks. “I know,” you muse, wiping the drying blood away. “You can have a bit of my blood.”
You swear you hear his already dead heart stop. Florian blinks rapidly, mouth wide open in shock before he quickly closes it to keep the drool in. He tries to pull away, but there’s barely any effort in it considering how little he moves with how gently you hold him. “Hunter,” he whispers breathlessly. “You… shouldn’t say that so carelessly, you know…?”
“I know.” You dig your grave further, running a thumb over his lip and gently pressing into his fangs. He jerks away but returns back to his position just as quickly. “But it’s just a little bit. As a reward.”
“Really?” he hesitates. “Really,” you confirm.
There’s a pause. The wind washes over you both, carrying the smell of nature and death. Florian takes a shaky breath, his dilated pupils glimmering in delight as he zeroes in on your bare skin. “You’re… sure?”
“Yes, Florian, I’m sure—ah!” You’re interrupted halfway through your sentence when Florian abruptly leans straight down towards your neck, puncturing your skin with his fangs. The area around it begins to feel a little numb, pulsing with the warmth of your blood. You bite your lip a bit and try not to cringe (or blush) at the sloppy sounds of his drinking, each wet lick brushing over your skin, the sound of saliva and blood mixing together and you swear you hear him sigh in delight in between it all.
For a few moments, you simply exist together on that forest floor, staring at the light of the moon peeking in through the trees and enjoying the cool air… but eventually, you begin to feel the effects, your skin growing colder and your head beginning to float. You give a gentle tug on his hair. He whines — not from pain, but disappointment — lingering for another second before finally pulling back, lips red and wet. His eyes search yours, delight and anxiety swirling around in an odd mix.
"Too much?" he asks.
You nod slightly, but your expression stays even. “Yeah,” you admit, voice quiet but firm. “Any more and I’d be pissed.”
Florian stares at you, blinking slowly, and then smiles. Not the unhinged one — the softer, hesitant one that rarely sticks around for long. “But not dead,” he says, almost like he’s checking.
You snort. “You know I’ve had worse. You just caught me off guard.” You sit up carefully, brushing leaves from your shoulder, ignoring the dull ache at your neck and the slight throb behind your eyes. “I wouldn’t have let it get that far.”
He watches you like he doesn’t believe that, and neither of you mention the initial time you had met each other, truly met each other, and any of the events that followed. But you know your limits, usually. Most of the time. You just… tend to push it a bit too far every now and then. And so far, you’ve only technically died once. It’s not a bad win ratio, all things considered.
Florian rolls off of you and lays sideways, knees tucked and curled a little beside you. “You’re so… confident, dewdrop,” he mutters softly, then giggles. “I wonder what would have happened if I let you be then. A moment ago.”
“I didn’t need saving.” You watch him pout. “But to be honest, I’m glad it was you.”
He stares at you with genuine surprise, like even after all this time he can’t fathom the idea of you being any sort of kind to him, which is honestly ridiculous, but he says nothing in response and instead just grins wide. You swear there are hearts in his eyes. You pretend not to notice.
The silence settles again. The trees creak. The air buzzes with the leftover energy of violence and companionship, and beneath it all, Florian’s breathing—slow, steady, almost human but not quite so.
After a while, you move to sit up, ignoring the dizzy sway of your head and brushing off the bugs that began to crawl over you. “We should move. Wolves usually come in packs, it’s weird enough that this one was alone.”
He hums, but doesn’t move from his position. “No. That one was alone. I checked.”
You turn to glance at him, frowning. “You really were following me.”
“Always,” he says simply, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like if it came from anyone else it would be absolutely insane and creepy and weird. And yet from Florian, it is so perfectly him that you can’t even be mad.
You sigh again, this time out loud. "Of course you do." And yet, despite it all, you can’t help but feel… charmed.
Must be the blood loss.
You look at him then. The blood on his face. The strange brightness in his eyes. The absolute ruin of the werewolf’s corpse behind you. “Alright,” you start, getting up onto your feet and brushing off the dirt. “Let’s check the perimeter one more time then clear this up.”
“Do we have to right now?” he asks.
“Yes,” you say. “We have to.”
“But this was so nice,” he insists softly. “We should do this again sometime.”
You snort. Sure, the next time you get chased to almost death by a werewolf, you’ll make sure to call him in and spare some time to lay on the forest ground and let emerging worms and maggots crawl over you for fun.
Let Florian crawl over you and take a bite for fun.
Summary: Florian wouldn’t stop apologizing for not being able to tell which guild a hunter belonged to from the taste of their blood. So you presented him with an experiment. Starting off with four vials of blood and he’ll have to learn which blood equals which guild. Or at least that is what you hoped would've happened.
Words: 1.9k
Gender neutral reader!
This was written before I have played the full game so apologies for any moments that are ooc! Also this is my first time writing smut but I toned it down a little bit because things were getting a little too out of hand. Hope you like it! :D
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"The last thing he'll taste."
If he was a flower then you were a bee. So naturally, you snuck down to his underground garden to visit your favourite flower. Watching your step to not squish the vines that swirled along the stairs and the walls. You could tell that autumn was beginning to creep up upon us as the berries were starting to crisp.
When you arrived on the ground, it was mushy and your shoes sank into the mud. Soon you encounter the aroma of freshly watered plants, a smell similar to the dirt after a thunderstorm and the strong scent of a vampire. More specifically a vermin. That was…
“Florian!” You call out.
A distant rustle and a plunder of garden supplies to the ground and suddenly Florian is right by your side. Bright eyed and happy to see you.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come today! Such a pleasant surprise!” He giggles as he fidgets with his gummy bear earring, making sure it’s facing forward dangling from his ear that was gushing bright red.
“Florian. I wanted you to try something. An experiment of sorts!” You begin to place the vials on the wooden table.
“What kind of experiment?” He lets out a low chuckle filled with a tint of curiosity.
“I want you to tell me which guild each of these hunters belong to.” You take Florian’s hand into you and guide him to his seat.
“Oh..! I- I’m not sure what to say, dewdrop..Do I have to do it by…myself?” Florian bats sad puppy eyes at you.
That trick won’t work on you, “Yes ... .Please do it.”
Florian looks absolutely distraught. Pupils were circular and dilated. His fluffy curls even seemed to fall flatter and his lips pale like he was starving for blood.
You let out a sigh, “Okay how about we do it together. We’ll play a game.” You clap your hands together, “First we take turns drinking each vial,” You show off each vial that is decorated with gentle lace and vines. “Then we’ll make our guesses and finally check our answers!”
Florian does not look impressed. You need to up the stakes. That will be easy for you.
“Every time we get one right we will say something we hate or love about the other.”
Florian jerks his head to the side and his eyes light up, “Deal.” and without another peep from his mouth he sits down and invites you to sit across from him.
Four vials and two cups of water (just in case the taste is too foul) lay in front of both of you. He gestures to you with his bandaged hand for you to go first. Happily you oblige.
Taking the vial into your hand and placing the cold glass on your lower lip. Florian stares at you with wide eyes like a cat. After tilting your head back a touch you can feel the salt hit your tongue and a pinch in your spine. It flows down your esophagus and into your stomach. A sour taste which leads to the conclusion that this hunter belonged to the guild of the Fool.
After placing the vial back on the table, you lick your lips to make sure that your guess is correct. Bringing your eyes back up to Florian, you can see his pupils have relaxed and his knees began to shake under the table. You place your foot on him to stop the shaking and smile, “Your turn, Florian.”
He picks up the vial with a gentle grip and takes a small sip. Some of it spills onto his piercings, giving the sliver small spots of crimson. He snorts out a laugh then states his guess “The Hanged.”
“What does the answer key say?” He places a finger on his lips.
“The Fool.” You answer.
“I suppose this means I’ve lost.” He shrugs.
You’re unsure whether to be angry with him or not, but it’s fine by you. You get to spill all your feelings about him.
“I love the way you speak to all your plants every morning. So soft and adorable.” You place your hand into your palm, reminiscing on the mornings that you woken up in this underground haven.
Hot red blood began to rush up Florian’s neck and onto his face. Clearly he’s enjoying this a lot more than you could imagine.
“I-I didn’t know…you saw that.” He mutters towards the ground.
You take the next vial to your lips. “Cheers.” The liquid drips onto your tongue and a smoky note lingers for a lot longer than you would like. Obviously this hunter belonged to the guild of the High Priest.
Florian answers wrong again with a smile on his face. This guy is starting to get on your nerves and you feel your blood pumping through your veins.
“I hate your bright blonde streak. Please tone that shit before I see you again.” You let out a heavy sigh. So heavy you can see your breath linger in the air.
Florian is practically melting into his seat. He chokes out a cough and hides his face with a fist. “Oh…” he lets out a soft sigh accompanied by a smile, “I’ll be sure to get that done, dewdrop.” His face was flushed with red and red hearts grew in his eyes.
Another round passes by. You win once again. Your flower boy was starting to squirm in his seat with the anticipation of what you’re going to say.
“I hate how you say that you made me.”
“I love you more, dewdrop.” He stares deeply at your fangs, your pointed ears, red stained lips, and all the vermin qualities you possess. You roll your eyes at him.
Finally, you take a sip of the final vial. A familiar taste. A hint of a vampire. You know this hunter, you’re one hundred percent confident. This was your blood. So excited to see if Florian will recognize it.
With the vial still in your hand, Florian takes a knee beside your chair, “Can you pour it into my mouth…please?”
“Okay.” You sweep his loose curls out of his eyes to reveal a dark tone with crimson pupils taking on the shape of hearts. Once his hair was out of his eyes, you glided your hand down his cheek. His eyes now half lidded, softly followed your touch, mouth slightly open and chest letting in swallow breaths. You move your hand to the bottom of his chin, tilting his head back as he opens his mouth wider.
“Don’t let it spill, flower boy.”
“Ahh,” he sticks out his tongue, revealing his silver ball piercing that sat steady.
Pouring the vial into his mouth and onto his tongue. His eyes light up like never before. The hearts in his eyes started to match his own heart beat. Fast and unpredictable. You can see his Adam apple bobbing up and down with each swallow. Near the end of the vial, a drop falls from his lips and onto your hand.
“I told you not to drop any.” You lift the vial off his lips and hand off his chin. He hastily tugs at your sleeve before swiftly pulling his hands back to his lap.
“Oh…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just I was so shocked,” his voice was a little hoarse and unsteady.
“Shocked?”
Florian took a moment to gather himself. Adjusting his posture, loosening the bandage around his neck, wiping the tears from his eyes, “Shocked…that your blood tastes so much more…vermin.”
He's on his knees at your feet, panting at the thought of wanting more of your blood to hit the back of his throat.
You could feel a rush of blood climb up your neck. How could he say something so stupid? You know how much you hate being Florian’s blood suckling. He knows it too. You think he’s sick and full of the filth that creates vermin.
You can’t help but need him. He can’t help but want you enough for the both of you.
As you reach to place the vial on the table, Florian grabs your thigh. Placing his tongue and biting and sucking till it turned a variety of reds and purples.
“Florian-“ he kept going without a care. Clearly fed up, you splash a cup of water onto his face and shove his head off you,
“Hopefully that will sober you up.”
Unfortunately, he’s still on his knees and he doesn’t get down from his high. But he does look damn good dripping with water, his curls damp, pants tight, dick hard, a body covered head to toe in blush, a smile filled with ecstasy and pathetic eyes waiting for you to do more.
He climbs onto your lap and you wipe the water off his face with his shirt and water now dripping onto you. This reveals an assortment of bandages and scars swirling around his abdomen up to his neck and onto his arms. You can also see the scar left by the stake and can’t help but reach out to touch.
Florian grabs your arm, “Don’t touch,” he pants. A guilty face with upturned eyebrows stares at you before he pulls your hand to where he wants it. His lower abdomen.
You undo his belt that was made of chains then unzipped his pants. Everything revealed itself to you. Dripping and ready for your next move. The same thing could be said about your flower boy. He was struggling to catch his breath and his lips were bleeding from him biting with anticipation. You lick all the blood that was trailing down his lips. Suddenly, colliding into an uncoordinated kiss, that was messy and rough. Florian melting into your touch and heavy moans escaping his mouth. His fingers loosely in your hair and your hands along his back. Leaning back to catch your breath, he leans forward for more. You plant a kiss on his nose before moving your hands back to his lower abdomen.
Florian was caught off guard by your sudden movements and tears were springing to his eyes. Gagged and surprised he couldn’t help but throw his head back with a groan. Your heart was beating in your ears. “Is this okay for you, Florian, are you good?”
“Oh..! Yes, please keep going. I’m good. As long as it’s good for you, it’s good for me too.” He smiles at you.
“Florian…don’t say that.” You tighten your grip as he shivers and screams your name. He repeats it, over and over again. Savouring the taste of your name on this tongue.
Florian rocked his hips to chase his pleasure. Finally he does and it spills onto his stomach and onto your hand. You kiss him on the forehead before grabbing supplies to clean up.
“Please…” he calls out, when you come back.
“Please what, Florian?” as you wipe the mess he’s created
“Please,” he fidgets with his necklace, “Please, put more of your blood in my mouth.”
Out of all the things he could’ve asked for, this was something that didn’t surprise you.
“Okay.” You sat next to him and pointed at your lips, “you can bite.”
Then you kiss him on the cheek. Missing his lips on purpose. He continues to chase for your lips.
“Dewdrop…”
Then you wrap your arms around his neck and pull into a kiss. You can feel him bite down hard on your lips. Feeling the blood flow out. Seems like this will go on for quite some time.
The main experiment was a failure but it was comforting to know that the last thing he’ll ever taste is your name on his tongue.
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 @dersha89 for the inspiration. Thank you love!
The Chinese food they ended up ordering was just being pushed around her plate.
“What's wrong, you've been so quiet since you got here. Did he fail your paper again, dude can be so hard.” Fynn shoved fried rice into his mouth, bits dropping everywhere.
“Just tired.”
Fynn rolled his eyes, “Then go to bed.”
Y/N stood, taking her plate and shoving it in the fridge.
“I’m going home, you can play your game without being worried about me.”
Part of Y/N knew she was taking her bad attitude out of Fynn not that he deserved it, she had literally cheated on him hours ago and now she was being bitchy.
“Fine, maybe we can link when you fix your attitude, I didn't do anything to you.”
Y/N didn't even stay to hear the rest, just grabbed her stuff to head back to her apartment, where she should have gone in the first place.
Thank god her two roommates were out, she closed and locked the door to her room, not wanting to be disturbed. Y/N turned on her soft music playlist and tried to get some studying done, but nothing was clicking. She kept thinking about Mr. Munteanu and what had happened. She opened the text thread a few times, reading the message, trying to decipher things that weren't there. His message was clear and concise, he wanted to see her again. And Y/N wanted to see him too.
So she texted him back.
Where am I headed?
“Hello trick, you off in LaLa Land?” Chris waved her hand in front of Y/N’s face.
Y/N snapped out her daydream, today was Friday and she was absolutely frazzled by what could happen tonight. He had sent her an address, one not far from the school, and told her to dress sexy.
“No, just tired.”
“If I hear that shit one more time, I swear.” Chris grabbed a fry from Y/N’s uneaten plate.
“Well I am, what you want me to say.”
“The truth, first you fight with Fynn for no damm reason, you been MIA all fucking week, and I finally track you down and you barely can string a sentence together. I’m not stupid.”
“You sure, cause you went back to Jason 4 times.” Y/N snapped.
“Ohh that was low, you def hiding something chick. Let me find out.” Chris was staring her down and it made Y/N squirm.
“Look I am sorry, that was low, my bad. But I am stressed, school, being away from family, being one of the few black women at this school, not being able to find decent hair products. I could go on.”
Y/N could tell that Chris was not buying it at all. They had been friends since freshman year and they could read each other.
“Imma let you slide, but when you are ready to tell me the truth, just know I am here. And Fynn getting on my fucking nerves, he keeps asking me whats wrong with you and how he can make it better.”
That made Y/N feel even worst, Fynn was trying his hardest to be a good guy and here she was out here being scum.
“I’ll make it up to him.”
“Hopefully with this that you ask me to bring.”
Chris put a bag on the table, and Y/N smiled on the inside. Chris was the queen of dressing fly and sexy. She made anything look good. Whenever Y/N need an outfit she shopped Chris closet.
Y/N had asked Chris to bring her dress and she had delivered. Y/N pulled the dress out, giving it a look. A blue mini dress that sparkled, it left very little to the imagination. This was a no bra type of dress, the straps super thin.
“Damm this is dope, thank you.”
“No problem and I dont need it back, what is it for?”
“Going to surprise Fynn.” Y/N lied.
“Pair it with those clear pumps you have and girl you will be looking irresistible. Promise. Look I gotta go, hit me up and let me know how it goes.”
Chris stole a few more fries before blowing Y/N a kiss and leaving her to sit and wonder if she was making a good choice.
Y/N checked herself one more time before she went downstairs to wait for her cab. The blue mini dress looked perfect against her brown skin. The twist out that she did had came out perfect, light makeup, a gold necklace with her initial sat center on her chest. Another coat of lipgloss and finally a spray of Rogue by Ms. Fenty and she was ready to go.
And of course Chris was right about the clear pumps, they went perfectly with the dress. She looked great, Y/N snapped a quick picture before grabbing her clutch and heading out. Trying to sneak past her roommates was not an option, they whistled as she walked past, paying her compliments and saying how lucky Fynn was.
If only they knew that Fynn wasn't the lucky one.
The whole ride to his condo was nerve wracking, Y/N alternated between bouncing her leg and checking her phone obsessively. Part of her hoped he would cancel, and she could go see Fynn and make it up to him.
The cab dropped her off in front of a high rise, she didn't know the going rate for a professor but she didn't think it was this. The place was nicer than she expected with a doorman outside.
Stepping into the elevator Y/N knew there was no turning back, she was here and her panties were already damp and the possibility of fucking Mr. Munteanu again. The quickie they had on the desk was just a taste, a teaser of what it was like to be with a man.
“You look gorgeous Miss Y/F/N”
Y/N shyly looked down as Mr. Munteanu looked her over, he sucked his bottom lip in as he traced the hem of the short dress.
“Thank you Sir.”
“Here, you can call me Flo or Daddy sweetie, come in.”
The door closed behind her and suddenly she was pushed against the wall. Florian grabbed Y/N neck, making her look up at him. He kissed her, soft at first before aggressively overpowering her. Y/N hands landed on his chest, the feeling of the hard muscle of her hands. Y/N gasped when he pulled away, her chest heaved as she gulped down air.
“This is going to be fun Miss Y/F/N.”
“If I can call you Daddy, I'm sure you can find something better to call me.” she smirked.
“Is that right babygirl, don’t worry I have all night to come up with names to call you.” Florian dragged Y/N to the couch, pushing her over the arm.
Y/N ass was in the air, the dress which was already short, pushed up. Florian parted her legs, standing between them as he ran a finger up and down the wet crotch of her panties.
“Guess I should call you slut for being wet already, I’ve barely touched you.”
“I’ve been thinking of you all week.” her voice was weak.
“Good.” was all he said as he pulled her panties down. Florian kneeled between her legs, the first bite surprising her. Y/N squirmed and Florian gave her ass a light smack.
“Let Daddy take care of you.”
Y/N moaned as Florian bit and sucked her thighs, slowly working his way up to her dripping wet pussy.
“I like to take my time baby, what's the point if I can't slowly devour you.”
“Please…”
Y/N was not used to this, Fynn was only her 4th sexual partner. Foreplay usually lasted a few minutes if she was lucky.
The first kiss to her wet core sent shivers up her spine. The professor slowly made out with her pussy, the sloppy kissing turned into his tongue slowly licking her from top to bottom. His pace was so slow and torturous that Y/N’s hips tried to follow his movement. He repeated the same move and his teasing was too much for her to take.
“Please Daddy, more.”
Y/N pleas feel on deaf ears, he was enjoying this too much. Y/N gasped when he sucked her clit into his mouth, the small bundle of nerves suddenly over simulated. Y/N never felt a pleasure like this, he was being a teacher in more than one way.
His lips released her clit, his wide tongue driving into her wet slit. Quickly diving in and out, Y/N rocked on his face. Y/N fist balled as her legs shook, Florian was being merciless, eating her with a passion that she never felt. Y/N was just paralyzed with pleasure, the way he changed pace from slow to fast, back to slow. The way he sucked her clit then tongue fucked her. He was a man that knew what he was doing, a skilled man.
“Oh my God!!” moaned Y/N, the way the orgasm took over her whole body, she felt it rushing through her veins.
Florian stood, his jeans grinding against her wet and sensitive pussy.
He leaned down, kissed her neck before whispering,“ Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you all night?” Right in her ear.
Y/N was still breathless from the mind shattering orgasm, that she couldn't speak, she just shook her head. Florian grabbed her hair, so that she was facing him.
“I’m going to fuck you like a man should, you will never want a boy again when I am finished with you.”
With one hand still tangled in her hair, something she would never let Fynn do, Y/N heard the sound of his jeans being undone. Her body still recovering from the tongue lashing that he gave her didn't have time to prepare for him or his thick dick.
“Fuck!” they both said. Y/N from the way he stretched her out, and Florian from the way her walls wrapped around him.
Florian released her hair, putting his hands on either side of her, slowly feeding her inch by inch, wanting to savor the feeling of her walls hugging him. Y/N didn't want that, she wanted all of him and now.
“Please go deeper Daddy, I need it.” she begged, her nails dug into his arm. Y/N pushed back, wanting all of his thick length to be inside of her.
Florian moaned, he promised himself he would take his time, but he couldn't hold back. He snapped his hips into hers, burying every last inch into her. Gone was the slow tender strokes, he pounded into her.
“Give me a kiss baby girl.”
Y/N turned her face to kiss him, but couldn't focus because of how he was fucking her. Soft kisses barely made it to his lips until he stopped moving. Florian grabbed her jaw and kissed her, tongues battling it out, he grinded his hips into her, watching her melt. Florian finally pulled away, resting his forehead on her back.
Y/N felt surrounded by him, his powerful arms on either side of her, digging into the material of the couch. His chest against her back, she couldn't move if she wanted to, she was trapped and happy about it.
Pain mixed with pleasure as his strokes sped up, both chasing their own orgasm. Y/N clung to him as her legs trembled and she let out a loud moan.
Florian kept fucking her through the orgasm, he never experienced this with any other woman, wanting to completely consume her in each way possible.
“Fuck, Im cumming baby.”
His body went riding on top of her, as he released a flood inside of her. Y/N wasn't sure she would move if she wanted to, she felt drained of energy and completely happy.
When Florian finally moved off of her, pulling up his boxers before sitting on the couch, Y/N stood on unsteady legs. Y/N looked around for her panties and bag. She fixed her dress, she could feel his seed dripping out of her. She had turned around to pick up her panties when she felt his presence behind her.
She stood, panties in hand.
He moved her hair out the way, softly kissing her neck, “You don't need them, I am nowhere near done with you.”
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.
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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.
