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` ♡ characters / fandom ; f!reader x trevante rhodes ; MINORS DNI
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You were on your third glass of Pinot Grigio, pouty, glossed lips gently kissing the rim of your wine glass as your hips swayed to the melodies of Ari Lennox.
You and Tre were arguing all day about spending time with eachother and to a point, you said fuck it. You loved this nigga and you weren’t gonna let a few bad days ruin a good feeling. So, without much to consider, you sent him a picture of yourself in his favorite black silk robe with nothing underneath.
No caption, no paragraphs, but the message was clear.
Candles were flickering in the kitchen where you stood alongside the bedroom, the bass of the slow rhythmic R&B creeping up your neck and stroking your skin inch by inch.
Flip me over, don't take me as unkind..
Tapping your manicured nails on the counter top to the beat, you ran your hands up your body, dancing like nobody was around to see your curvy hips motion back and forth under the slinky robe that barely covered your peach.
"Damn, when this nigga gonna get here so I can put it on him," you glanced at your phone again to no messages, took another gulp of your wine with a roll of your eyes.
"Shit, you ain't gotta look far, baby." He leaned against the kitchen bannister, crossing his arms with a devilish smile.
"Keep dancing," his voice transitioned from a regular tone to a husky one, glints of lust rising in his pitch.
"Show me how you move when I'm not here."
Looking over your shoulder, your lips curved into a smile as you accepted his challenge. Making things more alluring, you used your hands to touch your body from the nape of your neck to your belly button all the way down to her ankles.
Coming up slowly, arching your back to increase the tension, you glanced over at him with a soft bite of your lip. The candle flicker bouncing off your eyes, he almost felt like he was being pulled in every second your moved her body like an exotic black Cobra.
Pulling the robe open, you revealed her succulent figure, freshly oiled and wanting. You wore nothing but black lace panties and nothing else. You made sure to suckle on your finger and trace your spittle down your collarbone, then to her chest, circling each nipple before resting your hand on the hem of your panties.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice, baby. You missed me, huh?" He asked in a whisper, his eyes narrowed and arms still crossed over his chest. Relinquishing one hand, he placed it on the outline of the pronounced print of his gray sweatpants.
"Come here," he held his free hand out towards you as an invitation, "Lemme make it up to you, bae."
With a final gulp, you sauntered over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, purposely pushing your breasts to his chest.
"I don't wanna argue anymore, baby. I miss you. Lemme show you," he littered your neck with butterfly kisses along your jawline, nipping at random spots, causing you to groan in pleasure.
"How much I missed you."
There was a brief stare down, and without a moment to waste he placed his hand around your neck to tilt your head upwards for a tongue-filled kiss. your tongues slipped into each other's mouths willing and wanting, biting at eachother's bottom lips as if they had been starved.
"Fuck, you so damn sexy, bae." He picked you up by your ass and sat you back on the kitchen counter, spreading her your wider so he could pull you in by your ass to deepen the kiss.
"Only for you, daddy." You breathed in his ear, your voice almost coming to a whine as he slid his hand inside of your panties to massage her wetness.
With one finger, he teased your sex as he slowly went up, then down, back up, and down. It was almost as-if he was matching the rhythm of the song.
You grew impatient with his teasing and pushed your hips forward, quivering at how tightly you squeezed onto one finger.
"Oooou, f-fuck," he didn't stop you, he merely looked into her eyes as you pushed her hips back and forth on her own accord. Matching your pushes with his.
"Who got you wet like that, bae?" Licking his lips, he met your pushes with a forward motion, intensifying the movement.
"Mmmmmh," your mind was blank as waves of pleasure overtook you. Your sex squished against his thick, rough fingers. You missed this nigga but your kitty missed him even more.
"I said," he gently cupped your chin in his hand so you could look into his burning gaze. He added another finger to your quivering entrance, making you jolt in reflex.
"Who got you,"
Another finger, his thumb pressed on your clit, circling slowly.
"Wet like this,"
He found your spot with ease. At first he playfully stroked the area, well knowledgeable of the texture, and as he asked he increased the pressure that was building in your lower stomach as he rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed.
"Ahhh, fuck, y-you baby. Oooou, I'm bout to c-"
"What you bout to do, bae?" His fingers went from a forward and backwards motion to an up and down motion, his fingers constantly meeting your g-spot.
"Ahhhe- Mmh- I- y-yaa" you couldn't make a complete thought as you were too busy keeping your spirit from leaving your body. Squeezing your own nipples, he could feel your climax but it was feeling just too fucking good. You didn’t want him to stop. He loved seeing your juices splash all over his hand.
"Ooh, shit- ba- babeee" tossing your head back, your hips jolted like it had a mind of its own as your climax emerged from the pit of your stomach down your spine.
He took that chance to drop down between her legs and suckle on your clit as you reached your orgasm. He continued to bounce his fingers inside of you, his large tongue suckling your clit in wave-like motions without even coming up for air.
You rubbed his low-fade a few times before palming his head like a basketball, grinding your hips into his face while your juices flowed out of her river and into his ravine.
"Ouuu, shit, Oooooou- s-s-shiiiiit"
His fingers retreated out of you, instead firmly gripping your asscheeks to pull her closer, his face shaking back and forth to suckle every drop of you.
When he pushed back, gasping for air and an entire lower half of his face wet, he stroked your inner thighs lovingly.
He looked up at you, the kitchen candles flickering over his smoldering eyes, imitating that of embers flickering off a freshly cut piece of wood.
