starter for: @highinfidclitys
muse: phoenix armstrong. 28 - 33- musician. lucien laviscount fc.
based on: this
phoenix was supposed to be rehearsing for his upcoming tour–a tour that would bring him out of the country for the next ten months–but instead he found himself in bed with his girlfriend. his kisses trailed down her body towards the thong he knew to be expensive, yet he didn't find it in himself to care. without warning he ripped the scrap of fabric away from her body, only to then slip it into the pocket of his pants. his nose traveled down her slit, inhaling her scent, attempting to remember every single detail about her before having to leave her in a week. surrounded by her heat and her scent, phoenix groaned and placed a kiss against her pussy. "are you going to be a good girl and beg for it?" he asked and placed another kiss on her inner thigh, before looking up at her with a cocked brow. she was a woman who usually got her way but phoenix had no intention to give her what she desperately wanted, without at least hearing her beg. "what do you want baby girl? use your words."










