Laurie tried to act like she didn’t see but she knew. She knows all about you, because that’s all Andy talked about now. How great you where, how everyone loved you, how hard you work.
There had to be more going on. This was the 3rd call of hers that went straight to voice mail.
She knows.
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“ Damm if I do, Damm if I don’t. You know I got a girl back home…”
Andy kept his head down as he softly knocked on the hotel door. He heard the door unlock and swing opened. The woman of his dreams stood on the other side. The soft green lingerie perfectly complimented her brown skin.
Laurie could never pull this off, even before Jacob. He shook his head to clear it of his wife.
“Andrew…” her voice was slutry, tempting him in ways he didn’t think was possible.
Everything happen so fast. Andy pushed her into the room, closing the door with a kick. Not bothering with the latch hook.
His senses exploded with her. The scent that first caught his attention when you came into his office to introduce yourself. Spicy, like cinnamon with a hint of floral. He could breath you in all day, maybe that’s why he was always in your office.
You were soft and plush under his grip. Andy strong grip on your hips, trying to pull you closer as your lips collided. He was finally getting what he wanted, you. Andy hand slid down, grabbing your ass. His tongue swirled around your mouthing, wanting to claim it.
——
Laurie finally dialed the number she didn’t want to.
“Hey Neal, you wouldn’t happen to know where Andy is? He isn’t answering my calls and it’s urgent.”
“As a matter of fact I do, and Laurie, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news…”
Porn with very little plot. I am rusty and haven’t written in a while.
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“Babe, I am home!” Florian yelled into the empty condo. He dropped his gym bag by the door, instantly kicking it to the side so his girl would trip on it.
He walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple, water and a protein bar for a post workout snack. Bella usually beat him home, especially on her days off, that was if she left the house anyone.
No one ever expected them to be a couple, the quiet bookworm and the gym junkie who liked to box, but they were made for each other and Florian didn't want any other woman to call his.
Florian plopped on the couch, turning on the highlights for the Jake Paul VS Askren. He still wasn't sure if the fights were legit or being thrown for social media clout, either way Jake Paul was in for a rude awakening when he fought Floyd.
He didn't turn when he heard the keys in the door, or the rustling of bags.
“Hey Babe!!” Her sweet voice ranged out.
“In here baby.” Florian got up to greet her and stopped in his tracks.
“So I know I said I was going to stay home and finish that book, but Mia wanted to go to brunch, brunch turned into window shopping, and then we had to stop at the bookstore, and I may have spent like a few hours there. Florian, what are you staring at?”
“You wore that?”
Florian's eyes traced up and down his girlfriend's curvy figure. Bella is a full figured woman, at 5’7 she was mostly legs that ended at very plump thighs. A pudgy stomach that Florian loved to grab on, and breasts that were the best pillows.
“Yeah, cute right.” she did a little twirl, not realizing that he was angry.
“You wore that skirt outside, where other men can see you?”
The skirt in question did nothing to hide her figure, it gripped her like a second skin, almost looking like a tulip at the end to him.
“Well I am not invisible Florian, what's your problem?”
“My problem is you wore that out Bella, showing everyone what's mine.”
Bella rolled her eyes, before turning away from him to take the books she bought out the bag.
“Anyway, I also picked you up a magazine..”
“Bella dont ignore me, take it off, throw it away or I will rip it off.”
Bella turned and gasped, “You wouldn't dare, I just got this.”
Florian stalked over to her, pushing Bella against the wall. One hand went around her throat, softly gripping her. He gave her a peck on the lips, his other hand coming down to grip her hip.
“Do you really wanna try me babygirl.”
The smirk on her lips, told him all he needed to know, she wanted to play.
“But I like this…”
“I didn't ask if you liked it, I’m sure you like you, you bought it, then wore it outside for everyone to see. Just because Mia is single and a slut dont mean you have to act like it too. You belong to me, right?”
Bella gently nodded her head.
“Words.” he growled.
“Yes Daddy.”
“Good, now take it off before I rip it off, either way, you are throwing it in the trash and I won't repeat myself.
Florian took a step away from her, giving her enough room to maneuver the tight skirt off. He shook his head when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties.
“Where the fuck is your underware?”
“Pantylines.” was all she said as if that was a good of enough reason.
Florian pulled her over to the couch, across his lap.
“You are getting 10 for being such a slut today.”
“But…”
“15, want to keep talking? Count each one and I better hear a thank you Daddy.”
Florian took a moment to admire her plump ass, hands gently rubbing the soft skin, before striking for the first time. Bella ass jiggled with each slap. She followed his directions not wanting to get into more trouble than she already was.
“On your knees baby.”
As Bella was between his knees, he gently tipped her chin and gave her a kiss.
“Still my good girl even if you like to act up sometimes. Take Daddy out.”
The pout on her face was instantly gone as she grabbed the hem of his joggers, pulling out his thick cock.
“Apologize to Daddy for hurting his feelings.”
Looking through her eyelashes, “I’m sorry Daddy for hurting your feelings and wearing that skirt out with no panties, won't happen again.”
“Yeah cause I am throwing it away.”
Bella soft lips wrapped around him and he let out a happy sigh. Bella's mouth slid up and down his hard cock.
“Be Daddy good girl, no hands.”
Her hands came to rest on his thighs, nails gently scratching against the flesh. Florian rested his hand on the back of her neck, knowing how particular she was about her hair. He gently pushed down until her nose rested against his pubic area.
“Fuck babygirl you feel so good.”
Florian let go and she came up gasping for air, eyes slightly watery as she looked up at him and smirked.
“Again.” he growled.
Florian toes curled as his cock hit the back of her throat, the slight gagging noises coming for his baby Bella.
“Fuck I need to be inside of you.”
Florian pulled her off, already about to cum. Florian pulled Bella into his lap, his cock pushing at her inner thigh as he worked her shirt and bra off. Her heavy breast pushed against his chest as he moved her into place, sliding her down his cock.
“Miss me today baby?”
“Yes Daddy.” Bella moaned into his mouth.
Bella started to bounce on his lap, Florian’s cock wrapped in warm, wet, velvet walls. Florian grabbed her ass, gripping it tightly as he pushed his hips forward, matching her strokes.
“You better cum on my cock baby, make a mess on my lap baby girl.” Florian whispered in her ear before kissing down her neck.
Bella moans were driving him crazy, “Shit, I’m about to cum.”
“Cum with me baby, fuck I need to fill you.”
Bella walls tightened around him as he flooded her with cum. Florian didn't move, holding her tight against his chest as they both caught their breath.
“I’m glad you didnt rip my skirt, I like it a lot.”
“I’m not ripping it cause you are going to throw it in the trash.” Florian laughed as he picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom for round two.
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.
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.”
When they say being wine drunk was a different type of drunk, she agreed. Wine made Liz feel light, floaty with a girly giggle. She moved around her home with ease, shutting windows and locking doors, ready to take the rest of her bottle to bed.
After securing everything, Liz went upstairs, finding a comfy tee to sleep in. Laid comfortably in bed, she scrolled Instagram, giggling quietly at the funny videos she found.
Liz barely registered the first bump, her ears strained to hear the 2nd bump, the 3rd bump saw her turn her phone down.
She decided to check downstairs and get some water. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so she grabbed her water.
Standing at the base of the stairs she gave the space one more look over when she saw them. The glass dropped, shattering at her feet.
“Scream and I’ll kill you.” The voice said, a knife suddenly at her throat. The cold water seeped through her toes as she shook with fear.
“It’s okay baby, I won’t let him hurt you...yet.”
The two laughed at the joke and Liz whimpered.
“Now take us to your room sweetheart.”
One of the guys lifted her, stepping over the glass before putting her down. On shaky legs she led them upstairs and to the master bedroom. She paused at the door, knowing that walking in there meant something bad.
“Don’t have all day sweetheart.” Someone pinched her ass before pushing her into the room.
“We may not have all day but we do have all night. Why don’t you take off that shirt baby, show Daddy that pretty body.”
Liz bit her bottom lip, pulling the hem of the shirt down farther.
“Please...Don't.” Liz couldn’t get it out.
“He may be a man of patience but I am not, take it off or I’ll cut it off.” The same knife that was once pressed up against her neck, trailed lazily from the neckline of the shirt down.
A silent tear fell as she yanked the shirt over her head. She stood before the two men, naked.
Arms crisscrossing to cover her mound.
“No need to be shy pretty girl, get on the bed, on your knees.”
“Fuck, going to have so much fun with her.” He palmed himself as he watched her bend over, getting a glorious view of her pretty little cunt.
Liz watched the men as they undressed, it was clear they took care of themselves. Both over 6 feet tall, one slightly taller.
The shorter one, had short brown hair, a tattoo over his heart, light chest hair that started at his belly button. His dick pointed straight out, long, already hard and leaking precum.
The taller one sported dark brown curls, one particular curl unruly unlike the rest. He had thick arms that were covered in fur like his chest. He gave his thick cock a few pumps before walking over to her. He was the harsher one of the two, holding her chin in a vice grip.
“Be a good girl for us and we won’t hurt you, understand?” His deep voice had an accent, British she thought. But she couldn’t be sure, she was drunk and stuff was a little hazy. She shook her head to acknowledge him, but received a sharp slap for it.
“I said do you understand.”
“Yes.” Liz said weakly.
“Good girl.” The shorter one walked over, smoothing his hand over the heated skin of the slap.
“Open.” The gruff one said. Liz parted her lips as his tip invaded her mouth. The salty taste of his skin overtook her. He kept pushing until he felt the back of her throat, pausing to enjoy the sounds she was making. Something between a choke and moan got lost in her throat. She looked up at him with big doe watery eyes, pleading with him to stop. He pulled out, a trail of spit between her lips and his cock.
“So good.” He cooed as if she was a dumb.
He pushed back in setting a harsh pace, his dick hitting the back of her throat, his balls slamming on to her wet skin.
Tears mixed with spit and Precum as he pulled out, “Fuck try her mouth.”
Liz didn’t like being talked about like an object, like she wasn’t here. She didn’t like these men deciding to come into her home and use her like this.
The shorter stepped up, he gently wiped the tears from her eyes, “shhhs, it’s going to be okay babygirl.”
He pushed into her mouth softly, letting her set the pace. He talked softly to her, “you feel so good baby, you know that.”
“You shouldn’t be in this big house alone, need someone to take care of you.”
“If you had a man in the house this wouldn’t happen.”
His thrust slowly built up, hand on the back of her head.
Liz choked on a scream when she felt a large hand find her clit. The other guy used two fingers to rub her clit in small circles. Her wetness spread between her lips.
“Well will you look at this Chris, this little pussy is wet.”
A thick finger was pushed past her lips, stroking her walls in slow motion. Liz's eyes fluttered closed and she got mad at herself for enjoying it.
Her hips moved on their own, pushing back, taking him knuckles deep.
“Little whore is turned on.” The one that was called Chris said.
“Let me open her up a little, get her on her back.”
You were easily flipped over, on your back between these two men.
“Please I don’t want to do this.” She pleaded.
Chris grabbed her by her throat, “We didnt fucking ask, did we Henry?”
“Sure didn’t.”
“So shut the fuck up, and take what we give you, be a good girl and we will let you cum.” He grinned pushing his long cock back between her lips.
Liz swallowed around him when she felt the other guy lick her clit. What started as little licks turned into him flattening his tongue and taking low licks from top to bottom. His tongue darting in and out of her dripping hole before licking around her clit.
Liz squirmed and moaned.
“Fuck Henry I don’t know what you are doing but keep doing it, her mouth is oh...” a strangled cry left his mouth as he cum. Flooding Liz's mouth with his salty essence. He slowly pulled between her lips.
“Swallow like a good girl.” She did, looking away in shame. Chris grabbed her chin, pulling her in for a kiss that surprised her, his tongue playing in her mouth, no doubt tasing himself.
Henry pulled away and she whimpered.
“Needy little slut, I can’t wait to use that pussy.”
She tried to wiggle away as he pressed his length against her holle, toying with her. Henry pushed the head in before pulling it out and resting it against her wetness.
“Say please babygirl and I’ll fuck you, that little pussy wants me inside, right honey?
His tone was patronizing, mocking, but Liz couldn’t deny she wanted him.
“Please.” She mumbled against the bed.
“Att aht...” Henry grabbed her hair pulling her neck up, “louder!”
“Please fuck me!” She screamed out, Henry slamming into her. Liz gasped for air as Henry fucked her into the mattress, his thick dick stretching her walls.
“Little whore, we’ve seen you around town. Wearing those little clothes, showing off your body. We knew you lived alone, no respecting man would let his woman out like that.” He grunted with each pump.
Chris watched her fall apart as he stroked his dick back to life.
He bent so he was eye to eye with her, “Look at you honey, getting fucked by two men, such a slut.”
“What would your family and friends think if we knocked you up.”
“Please no, no I’m not on birth control.”
“Beg me to cum in that mouth of yours.”
Henry strokes slowed down, “beg stupid girl.”
“Please cum in my mouth, anywhere but inside me.” Liz cried out.
“Good girl.” Henry quickly dismounted her, jerking off over her face.
Warm, thick cum sprayed her lower face, thick ropes painted her mouth and chin.
“My turn.”
Henry sagged against the headboard watching Chris slide between her legs.
Eyes red and wet, face covered in cooling cum, Liz moaned as he pushed into her sore walls. Chris pulled her legs over his shoulder, behind her legs until she was almost folded in half.
“Fuck man this pussy feels...” he moaned as he bottom out.
“Told you she would be worth it.” Henry grinned from the head of the bed.
They had talked about this, talking about fucking you, using you as their cunt.
“Come for me sweetheart.” His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrust.
“Come on, give me that cum baby, you know you want to.”
Eyes shut in pleasure, a million fireworks went off, toes curled against the sensation, walls slamming down on him.
“Oh my god...” Liz moaned out, ashamed she had cum that hard.
“Good girl, now time for me to paint that face.” He quickly changed positions, thighs on either side of her face as he cum on it.
“Fuck, yesss.” His body jerked as the last few drops painted her lips, her tongue darted out to taste the combined taste of the two men.
They sat in silence and their breathing returned to normal.
Henry was the first to get up, he bent over her, “look at me sweetheart, you okay? You did so good.”
“Thank you.” Liz's voice had a dreamy tone to it.
“Look at our girl, need to get you washed up so you can sleep.”
Liz looked over at her two boyfriends, not wanting to move, just be cuddled up with them.
“How about this, a quick wash up and then you can lay down?”
Henry walked into the bathroom to get a warm soapy rag while Chris went to get her water.
Liz loved their monthly role play nights, and lucky there are 3 of them to keep the ideas coming.
Based on this gifset by @demivampirew and the tags I left on it. Havent felt like writing much and threw this together real quick..
Walter Marshall x Cassie (OC)
I made Cassie pretty blank but just know if I keep writing her she fat and black.
Wordcount: 722
Warning: None, pure fluff, mention of gun I guess...
First Date
Cassie paced the small living room, she was beyond nervous. Her first date since moving to small town Connecticut. She left the hustle and bustle of Atlanta, wanting to leave her past behind. She was lucky enough to find a job in a coffee shop owned by an ailing woman, so she bought in, putting all her savings into buying half the shop. It was fun, something new, kept her busy. That is where she met Walter Marshall, the town’s quiet cop, who just happened to be drop dead gorgeous.
Cassie smoothed her hands on the dark green flora dress, she had grabbed a jean jacket just in case, it was spring, but spring this far north was still a little cold. There was a soft knock at her door, and she waited a heartbeat before answering it. She looked up at Walter, a smile on her face.
“Hey, you look...great...it really just complements your skin.” and curves Walter thought.
Cassie looked down at her outfit, dark green was her color, against her pretty brown skin, it was the perfect choice. Her twist out came out perfect and she complimented it with a gold headband.
“Thank you Walter.”
Walter Surprised her by giving her a hug and Cassie breath caught in her throat. She smelled great, like a man, warm, oak, coffee, she inhaled deeply. He pulled her out the house, only letting go of her hand so she could lock the door. Walter opened the door for her, before going around to his side.
“You didn't have to pick me up.”
“It's fine, I wanted to spend more time with you.” he gave her his signature shy smile.
The same shy smile that came into the coffee shop day after day for black coffee, one cream and one sugar. The same shy smile that started to linger instead of taking his cup right back to the station or his patrol car. When that shy smile asked her out, of course she said yes, after a little stuttering.
“So where are you taking me?”
“It is a surprise, I hope you are up for a drive, it’s in the next town over.” he glanced at her.
“I have nothing but time Mr. Marshal. How was your day?”
They broke into a smooth and comfortable conversation, peppered with Walter pointing out things along the way. Watching Connecticut bloom was breathtaking to her.
“No way, I have heard about this place.”
“My daughter says it's fun, so let's see.”
Once again he opened the door for her before holding her hand to the entrance of the arcade. At the door their hands were stamped to show they were older than 21 and Walter was told he couldn't bring his gun into the arcade.
“Sorry. Let me run and put it in the truck.”
“I'll wait here.”
Cassie watched his back as he jogged to the car, his curls bouncing in the wind, she wondered what they felt like.
Once inside they made a beeline for the coin machine, this was still an old school arcade, coin machines that might take your quarter if you weren't careful. They found a packman in the corner and set to work, Spencer getting the two bears and some fries to share. They circuited around the arcade, trying their hands at different games.
At a zombie shooting game, Walter tried to correct her stance. Standing his strong lean body behind her. His muscular arms, circled her, fixing her elbow,
“I can make you shooting one day, if you like, I think everyone should know how.”
“I would like that, a lot.” It was beyond time she learned, probably would have helped her back home.
“No problem princess.”
Cassie smiled at the princess, being around Walter made her feel safe and protected, something she never felt before.
After the arcade he took her to dinner, once again everything was easy going and flowing, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Walter was the perfect gentleman, keeping a smile all over her face the whole night.
Walter walked her to her door, giving her a kiss on the lips before bidding her goodnight. He didn't move from the door until he heard it lock. Cassie stood on the other side, with a dopey smile on her face.
I am bored, and I had a dream about meeting a hot guy in a bar, so here ya go.
Ray Merrimen x Riley (Black OFC)
Fluff, Flirting, little backwoods racism
Riley walked into the dingy bar, she couldn’t believe she let her friend, Sarah, drag her to this dingy hellhole.
“Just a couple shots and a few around of pool, besides the air cranking in there.”
One of the worst heatwaves had hit the state and their place didn’t have air, so here they were driving to the dingy bar on the outskirts of town. Cold drinks and cold air were all she wanted. Riley didn’t dress up for this, she had on some regular jean shorts, where the pockets hung lower than the hem, and a plain dark green cami. The green against her brown skin was perfect.
Sarah walked in ahead of her; and Riley Immediately felt the rush of ice cold air. The sudden change in temperatures caused her to shiver. 80s soft rock played low on the radio.
They walked past a group of guys, her eyes meeting one before she turned away. At the bar they ordered two beers and rented a pool table that was open.
“Can we smoke in here Sam?” Sarah asked the bartender.
“Until someone complains.” He slid them the beers.
They walked past the table again, 5 guys looking them up and down as they went to their table. Riley took a long sip of the beer before racking up the balls.
They played a few games, Riley was in a chill mellow mood, between the blunt and beer she was happy. She didn’t feel like she was melting anymore either.
“Girl, he look over here one more time, I’m calling him over.”
“He looking at you anyway.” Riley replies.
Without looking over, she cast her eyes in his direction. He was definitely looking over here but at who was the question. Riley bent over the table, sending the chosen ball into the pocket.
“Nah, sis he looking at you.”
The bell went off over the door, signaling that someone had entered. In walked a dude that looked like he could play Santa in the winter, as long as he put on clean clothes. his overalls dirty and filthy, stretched over his stomach. He took a seat at the bar.
At first Riley didn’t pay him anymore attention, until he started directing remarks at her.
“Didn’t know y’all allowed those types in here. And she smoking that junk.”
Sarah was fuming, Riley just shook it off, use to it. More racist and sexist remarks were said. One of the guys from the table got up, the one that kept looking over here. Riley watched out the corner of her eyes as he walked over to the fat man.
The tall man leaned over to whisper in his ear, the fat man turning red. He got up and rushed out the door, visibly shaken. The man sat down, finishing his drink, sending a wink her way.
Riley was tired of this, she went to the bar to get another drink.
“And one of whatever he is drinking…” she ordered. She picked up the two drinks and walked over to his table, swaying her hips. Riley boldly leaned over his shoulder to set the drink down.
“And just what did you say to Old McDonald that had him running out of here?” She said.
The guy chuckled, “I told him I would fuck him up if he kept messing with you, so he decided to go home early, smart on his part.”
The man turned so He was facing you, even sitting down you were almost eye to eye that how tall he was.
“Well thank you kindly.”
Riley leaned over, giving him a shot of her breast, kissing him on the cheek.
“Not many guys are nice enough to stand up for someone else.”
The bar was quiet and Riley turned and went back over to Sarah who stood there open mouthed.
“Oh my fucking god, bitch I love you.” she whispered.
Riley heart was beating a mile a minute, yeah she was bold but never that bold. She just out bolded her damm self. She risked a look at the guy, he had a dorky grin on his face, his hard guy persona slipping.
People slowly starting leaving the bar, even a few guys from that table swayed away. Riley downed her beer, ready to go, she was just drunk enough to sleep no matter the heat.
Sarah had a arm swung around her as they walked past the table. A hand reaching out grabbed her wrist and she stopped. It was they guy.
“I didn’t catch your name, I’m Ray.”
“Riley, thanks again for tonight.”
“No problem, I think we should Exchange numbers, never know when you might be in a bar and need help.”
“Here I was hoping you would ask me out.” Riley quipped.
“Take this down…” his voice was deep but soft gently commanding.
Riley read the number back To him just to make sure she got it right.
He bid her a goodnight and when they stepped outside into the cool night, Riley couldn’t fight the smile on her face.
