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stripper-patrick · 3 years

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Heaven 🇫🇷Florian Munteanu

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw

Song- Streets: Doja Cat

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

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

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

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

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

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

“Yes I am”

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

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

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

“We’re not staying in a hotel?”

“No” he chuckles

“Ok then”

....

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

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

“For what I’m here. You look good”

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

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

“This is dope Flo” I say

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

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

“So how long will this flight be?”

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

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

...

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

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

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

“Can I choose both?” I laugh

“Nope”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” He smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

“Nice to meet you” he smiles

“Nice to meet you too”

“How’s China” he glances at me smiling

“She’s great” he nods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

...

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

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

“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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natashacoco · 3 years

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Diamonds and Pearl Pt II

Mob Boss Florian Munteanu x Black Stripper! Reader

Warnings: mentions of (filthy) sex (18+), unprotected sex, smut, drinking, mentions of violence, swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of killing/death, mafia aspects, stripper, sex work, female penetration, PIV sex, mentions of guns and gun violence, mentions of people getting shot

Summary: You’re a former ballerina turned exotic dancer at a strip club frequented by some of the city's most ruthless mob families. When a new man enters the scene in hopes of taking the city for himself, will you be consumed by him or become another victim to his unstoppable ambitions.

Note: so yeah, after 8 months I’ve FINALLY been able to update this. I have an idea of how I’d like this series to continue but not sure when I’ll be able to update this. But until then, enjoy and let me know your thots 😏 Song Inspo: Those Nights-Bastille

You speed out of the club's parking lot as the sounds of police sirens in the distance begin to draw near. Florian, Masias and Sandro are speaking all at once, their booming voices making it hard for you to think.

Grabbing the edges of Florian’s jacket, you bring it closer to yourself trying to warm your frozen skin. You were numb, flashes of the city and building lights passed by you as you made your way through it. The city you knew so well suddenly felt foreign, closing in on you like a cage and you could do nothing to escape it, nor the man intending to take it for his own.

You end up taking the back roads, the minutes feel like hours, twisting and turning throughout the darkened roads to an unknown destination. Large, foreboding, unfamiliar iron gates start to come into view. The car slows down the closer it gets to the gate and you hear the driver's side window roll down before Masias punches in the gate code before the creaking of the gates welcomes you inside.

A sight out of the corner of your eye takes you aback, men dressed in black clothing to shroud their presence in the darkness. The glint of guns slung over their shoulders doesn’t escape your notice either, a shiver running down your spine thinking of what they could do with the guns. One of them nods to the car in acknowledgment before the car continues on. The gates squeak and groan as they close behind you, and the reality that you’re being taken further into the lion's den hits you.

You look outside your window with curiosity and find the car coming close to a large Mediterranean style house, so out of place just like Florian. The closer you get the more details come into view. The house is expansive and utterly gorgeous, yet another thing that it and Florian have in common.

When the car finally pulls up to the front of the house, the men are quick to open the doors and exit, Florian’s hand on your arm helps you out of the car through his side. You sway easily, the cold of the night seeping into your bones. He looks down at you and adjusts his coat over your shoulders before guiding you in front of him to the front door.

Masias and Sandro enter the house first, checking out the immediate surroundings before giving the signal that it’s safe to enter. Your eyes flicker from one corner to the next, taking in the decor. It’s warm and inviting, a touch of homeliness that contradicts the man than occupies it.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and your steps falter as you realize more men dressed in black who have seemingly come out of the shadows themselves and you bring yourself closer to Florian.

Florian speaks to them quickly in rushed German, his words clipped and angry talking to the men. Sandro and Masias occasionally speak as do the others. Due to your lack of the language you can only guess what the conversation is about. Had they known something like this would’ve happened? You can’t help but to think they must’ve, given what Anton had said about Florian’s meetings with the other shady underworld families that ran this town weren’t happy with him wanting to stir the pot.

You register Florian saying your name suddenly and a hushed silence fills the air, heavy and thick with tension, dozens of eyes looking your way. Your heart drops, mouth suddenly going dry as to the future of your fate. He brings you closer to him, his warmth helping to thaw your chilled skin.

“It’s been an eventful night, let’s get you cleaned up and something to eat and we’ll figure out the rest in a bit” he urges. You can only nod your head in agreement before he begins to lead you to a large staircase. The others nod to him before heading back to their posts.

Looking outside in you could tell the house was large but everywhere you looked did nothing to help you marvel at its beauty. White walls contrasted with richly dark wood and accents of red, entirely masculine in the decor. No family photos, no pictures of friends, nothing to give any more insight into the man who walked into your life and halted it so abruptly.

He finally stops in front of two large French doors and ushers you inside. You note the large California king sized bed, the large open windows and closet. You barely have time to look at the room before he leads you to the bathroom.

Upon entering, Florian picks you up and places you gently on the bathroom counter. The numbness that consumed you earlier still plagued you. Too traumatized to do anything else, you sit on the counter, your mind absentmindedly finding a spot on the wall behind Florian that you focus your attention on.

He walks to a wall and pulls open a door, fumbling inside before pulling out a few towels and washcloths and stops to turn on the shower before he makes his way back to you. He turns on the sink, testing the water with his hand until he deems it suitable. He wets a corner of the washcloth, rings it out and turns his attention back to you. He goes to cup your face in hand when you jerk it away suddenly, his movements scaring you briefly from your trance.

“It’s okay Y/N, I won’t hurt you ” he says, slowly bringing his hands back to your face. Cupping one side of your face in his hand, he tilts your face into the bathroom light and begins to wipe away at the blood on your face.

“Is he dead?” you dully ask, the sound of your voice so unfamiliar even to yourself. It’s the first time you’ve spoken in what feels like hours.

“Who?” he asks, taking the damp washcloth and rings it out in the sink.

“Dmitry. He’s the one,” you start, “he’s the one who was shot in front of me, wh-whose blood is on me.” You look over to him and notice for the first time the blood on him as well and blanch, “On us.”

He stops what he’s doing and moves your head until his eyes meet yours. “I’m not sure, but I’ll do everything in my power to find out.”

A heavy silence fills the air before you swallow thickly, thanking him. When he’s satisfied that the blood from your face is gone, he steps back and begins to wipe his own face, making quick work of it too. He walks over to a wall and opens a conveniently hidden hamper and tosses in the washcloth. He begins to take off the blood splattered clothes until he’s completely naked. You notice scars dotted along his body, some very old while others seem to be newer from the state of their healing. Walking back to you, he gently removes your arms from the diamond straps and drops your clothes on the floor.

Helping you to get off the counter, he leads you to the large walk in shower, the steam engulfing both of you as he leads you inside, his hand never leaving yours. He steps in front of the water and turns to you, allowing the water to hit his back. Droplets of water hit your skin and the numbness you’ve felt up to that point finally comes to a boiling point.

Your body shakes with the force of your sobs until you’re gasping to breathe, the air becoming harder and harder to take in. You fan your face, hoping to calm yourself down, to help with the overwhelming panic of the events. It should’ve, could’ve been you possibly lying dead in the club. You had promised Anton to be careful and yet you were now in the lion’s den. Stupid!

Florian grabs you and pulls you to his chest, swaying the both of you gently. This act of concern troubles you. Why did he seem to care? Did he think that his kindness would make you forget about the man he is?

While you're pondering all this, Florian grabs a bottle of expensive smelling body wash and pours a generous amount in his hands, rubbing his hands together until it forms a lather and washes you thoroughly. Hints of amber and oak fill the shared space. When he’s done washing you he gives the same attention to himself.

“Why did you ask for me tonight in the Champagne Room?” You ask, the question more for yourself than him. “You could’ve asked for anybody, one of the Romanian girls even, why me?”

You don’t think he heard you before he pushes air out through his nose and responds. “I saw you in the wing of the stage. If I hadn’t looked up when I did, I would’ve missed you before you came out to perform. I felt like I was being watched, and not just because of the reason for my visit.”

You remembered how he commanded the space so easily as he continued. “I could see that you looked at me with awe, a little intimidation, curiosity. And then you performed and I could see that you were like me, an outsider.”

“So that’s why you took me? What, some sort of attraction?” you scoff.

His ease and unconcern aggravated you further. "Attraction is too tame a word for" - he gestured at the space between you two - "this." You were stunned, whatever the word was, he’d taken it right out of your mouth.

After a while you told him that you needed to call somebody to let them know that you were okay, especially Anton. You beat yourself up knowing how worried he must be for you.

“Like I told you at the club, it’s not safe for you to go home yet. For all we know whomever shot up the place knows where you live and are waiting for you. Who knows what they’d do once they got to you.” You start to protest before he lifts one hand to silence you. “But I’ll have Sandro or Masias go to your place to gauge the situation. If I deem it’s safe for you to return, I’ll have my men bring you back safely.” You start to protest but he glares at you and your mouth snaps shut, you figured his mind was made up on the matter and he wasn’t going to budge, instead, you rattle off your address and give thanks.

Once you’re done with the shower he shuts off the water and guides both of you out of the shower. He dries you with a towel first and then himself. Afterwards, he wraps you in a fluffy robe and ties the towel low around his waist.

You stilled, trembling, your gaze on the mirror's reflection of your mascara-smeared face and sunken and tired eyes next to Florian's ravaged beauty. His features were overcome by volatile emotion. The contrast was striking, something that looked all wrong for each other. You wanted to start crying all over again.

Florian tells you that he needs to check back with his men, pulling on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. You’re so exhausted that you walk over to the large bed, lie down, and instantly fall asleep.

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“No, please, no!”

“Shh, fetiță, it’s okay. You’re just having a bad dream.” A voice soothes you in the dark.

Strong arms tighten around you, pressing you against a hard, warm body, and the suffocating terror eases, the cruel voices receding. Sobbing with relief, you try to turn, to face the person holding you. The nightmare is still fresh on your mind, the images still so clear you swear you can feel the blood hitting your face, see Dmitry hitting the floor.

“Florian?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Warm lips brush your temple as a big hand wipes away the tears you hadn’t realized were shed. “I’ve got you. You’re all right now. You’re fine.”

He’s got you. Something should worry you about that statement, but at this moment, all you’re aware of is its seductive comfort. Florian’s powerful arms are around you, holding you, protecting you in the darkness, and the horror of the dream grows more distant, sinking back into the mire of the past.

There’s no unknown shooter, nobody standing in front of you with a gun to your face, nobody dying trying to get you out of harm's way. There’s just Florian.

“Fetiță you’ve got to stop moving like that.” His voice is hoarse, strained, and you realize you’re rocking against him in an attempt to burrow even deeper into his embrace. You don’t remember him joining you in the bed at all, or the fact that he’s naked. In the process, your ass is shimmying against his groin—with a predictable result.

The horror flickers distantly, the panic returning for a moment, and you try to turn again, to hide your face against his broad chest, but the fear of finding comfort in the person who may be the reason you’re in your current predicament gets in the way.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe.” There’s a quiet click of a bedside lamp being turned on and the room is cast in a warm glow. “You don’t have to be afraid. It’s okay.”

It’s okay. The panic retreats, especially when you’re able to wrap your arms around Florian’s muscular torso and inhale his unfamiliar scent. He smells like his body wash and warm male skin. Burying your face in his chest, you throw your leg over his hip, wanting to wrap yourself around him like a vine, and you hear him groan as his hard cock presses into your belly.

Something about that should worry you too, but with your mind still wrestling with the dream, you can’t figure out what. You just want him closer—as close as two people can possibly get.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, slipping one hand between your bodies to cup his tightly drawn balls. “Please, Florian, fuck me.”

“You…” His voice sounds strangled. “You want me?”

“Yes, please, Florian.” You know it’s pathetic to beg, but you need him. You need him to chase away the horror, the memories too fresh on your mind. “Please”—you grab his cock and try to align it with your sex—“please fuck me. Please.”

“Y/N, are you sure?”

“Help me to forget, to make the pain stop. Just--please.”

He doesn’t ask a second time, he sounds skeptical as he rolls on top of you, his hips settling between your open thighs. “Ok fetiță. If this is what you”—he thrusts in deep—“want. What you need.”

You both groan when he’s seated to the hilt, his thickness stretching you to the limit. You’re not as wet as usual, but it doesn’t matter. The near-painful friction, the overwhelming force of his sudden entry—it’s exactly what you need in that moment. This is not about sex or pleasure.

It’s about numbing the pain, anyway you can. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know that having sex with Florian isn’t the answer to your problems. That in the end you may end up hating yourself even more. But right now, you need the connection, the comfort of being with somebody.

His body takes yours, over and over again, and you feel yourself sliding into that cold, dark place, the one from which you fought so hard to emerge. The lines between the present and the past blur.

“Y/N…” His voice is a tortured groan as he begins to move inside you. “Fuck, you feel so amazing…”

“Yes.” You hiss, wrapping your legs around his muscular thighs, taking him even deeper. “Yes, just like that. Oh God, just like that.”

He complies, his rhythm strong and steady, and you forget all about the initial discomfort.

As he keeps thrusting, a wild heat ignites inside you, a need that’s purely animalistic. You want him to fuck you so hard it hurts, to make you come so much you’ll forget your own name.

You want his savagery to destroy your demons.

“Harder,” You whisper, sinking your nails into his back. “Take me harder.”

He tenses, a shudder running through his big body, and you feel his cock swelling even more. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and he picks up the pace, his muscled ass flexing under your calves as he jackhammers into you, each thrust so deep it almost cleaves you in two. It should be too much, too hard, but your body embraces him, the heat inside you blazing brighter with every bruising stroke. You can hear your own cries, feel the explosive pressure building, and all your fears evaporate, leaving nothing but scorching pleasure.

“Florian!” You don’t know if you scream his name, or if it’s only in your mind, but at that moment, he lets out a hoarse cry, and you feel him jetting into you as white-hot ecstasy rips through your nerve endings. The orgasm is so powerful your entire body arches upward and white flecks appear at the edges of your vision. It seems to go on forever, one pulsing spasm after another, but eventually, the waves of pleasure recede, and awareness slowly returns.

Florian is lying on top of you, his big body covered with sweat, but just as you register the heavy weight of his frame, he rolls off of you, gathering you against him so that your head rests on his shoulder. You knew just how he felt. Stripped. Laid bare.

You lie like that, both panting and too drained to move, and as your heartbeat begins to slow, the heavy lethargy of satiation steals over you. “You should try to get some sleep fetiță,” you hear him whisper as it pulls you under, and you close your eyes, knowing you’re safe.

You’re with Florian, and he’ll keep the bad dreams away.

You feel the stickiness of sweat gluing your bodies together, hear the harsh bellows of his breathing, and strange, unwelcome tears burn your eyes.

If you had any doubts about the reality of what’s happening, they’re gone. This act, this soul-tearing thing that happened between the two of you, impresses upon you more than ever the fact that you survived where others didn’t.

You survived, and you’re his prisoner.

The tears threaten to spill out, and you squeeze your eyelids tighter, determined to prevent that from happening. You can’t allow yourself the luxury of crying. Whatever this means, whatever Florian has in store for you, you have to bear it. You have to be strong because this is only the start.

Your captivity is just beginning.

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blkgirlcafe · 3 years

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Professor Nasty

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

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

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

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

University of Munich

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1 week later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

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

“When is it due?” She finally asked.

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

“I won’t, thanks again Mr. Munteanu.”

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

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

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

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

“Miss Y/N, Y/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

One eyebrow shot up on his face.

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

“Come here Miss Y/N.”

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

“Show me your favorite part.”

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

“This is it.” Y/N squeaked out.

“Read it Miss Y/N.”

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

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

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes...please.”

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

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

“I want this sir.”

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

“Please Sir…” she broke the kiss.

“Please what sweetheart.”

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

“Don't make me ask twice.”

“Please fuck me Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck Yes, please dont stop!”

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

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

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

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

“Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you walking funny baby?”

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

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

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

Be free Friday evening -Flo

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Beast Mode {One Shot}***

Florian Munteanu x Reader

Words: 3.5k

Warning: Cursing, NSFW AT ALL, SMUTTTTTY, DO NOT READ AT WORK

Summary: You’re in a relationship with Florian who has come to the end of his training period in prep for his long-anticipated and publicized match with “Elias “Cutthroat” Morales. The two of you haven’t seen each other in three months because of his trainer’s brutal training practices. You fly in a few hours before the match to wish him luck.

Note: I’ve said this before, I am terrified of this man but here we are. I don't know what that/this says about me but oh well. This was not asked for at all. SMH

**I have never written Florian, I have no idea about his mannerisms, body language or personality. I am writing this because I cannot stop thinking about it and it is driving me nuts. So, excuse me if this does not fit him exactly. I hope you enjoy the terrifying ride. As always, thank you for reading!!!!

**Image not my own

***Not Edited/proofread***

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What training would restrict visits from his girlfriend for three months? His trainer. No matter how much he’d protested, begged and bargained he was not budging.

“No visits until fight night. You need to stay objective and vicious.”

It was logical but he missed the hell out of you. FaceTime calls were not cutting it anymore, especially when he saw your posts on social media. As an influencer, it was your job to play everything up but from what you posted it looked like he was out of sight and out of mind. It didn’t help matters the comments he’d read under your pictures. They were all from thirsty dudes who loved using their internet fingers to make it seem like they were big and bad. Little did they know he was big and nasty. He’d easily break every bone in their body over you. There was no limit to his possessiveness.

“Focus!”

The drill Sergeant like sound of his trainer’s voice snapped him right back to reality. He zeroed in on his sparring partner and bobbed and weaved around the ring evading punches and firing them right back. He’d trained like a beast for the last six months. The last three he’d been pushed past the brink of sanity. He was now so ready for this match that all he saw was him standing victorious covered in his opponent’s blood. Was it vicious? Yeah. Did he care? Nope.

“Good. Yes! Don’t give him a chance to recover. Yes! Always in kill mode.”

He did one of his fancy moves spun behind his opponent then hammered his sides with everything he had. As they turned to him, he then delivered the final blow, a jaw crushing right hook. Everyone around him cheered and clapped. He ripped the gloves off his hands and checked on the guy he’d just knocked out. The doctors gave him a reassuring look to tell him he’d be fine. Taking their word for it he slipped out the ring and made it over to his trainer who had a pleased look on his face.

“Morales has no idea what’s in store for him. You’ve shaved off eighteen seconds off of your recovery time, added a full twelve minutes to your stamina, you’re faster than I’ve ever seen you and not to mention that mean in you is at the right level to blow. This match is yours.”

He felt it too. He felt like he was in the best physical shape of his life. He was focused and had his eye on the prize. The only thing missing was you.

“Hit the showers, get back to the hotel and I’ll send over the massage therapist to loosen up those muscles and have a good meal. Tomorrow you go from sixty-eight and ten to sixty-nine and ten!”

As he packed up his bag he nodded he liked the sound of that. Deciding to just grab a shower at the hotel he ducked into his waiting car and stretched out in the backseat. He was ready for a little break. At the thought of that, he thought of you. he took out his phone and found your contact to see your recent message from last night, a picture of yourself cuddled in the bed of the house you shared together. He could tell you weren’t wearing anything and every muscle in his body flexed aggressively.

“Push it away, focus,” he chanted to himself. It was a chant whenever he felt biology taking over. He was but a man.

MSG: I’m sorry I missed this last night. I had to be up for my last practice. Don’t be mad.

A few minutes passed before a response came in.

MSG Y/N: It’s okay. I get it, Big Nasty has to be aggressive, be be aggressive.

He snorted.

MSG: Really?

MSG Y/N: I’m your biggest cheerleader babe. I miss you.

Your words felt good to know. Usually, when he went into disappear training mode your relationship struggled. You wanted him around to share everyday things with, to be with but he wasn’t anywhere there. You said sometimes you felt like you were single and hated it but maybe you should go act like it too. It was the root of many arguments between the two of you, but neither of you ever let go.

MSG: I miss you so fucking much it’s insane.

MSG Y/N: How much?

MSG: I can’t even use words.

MSG Y/N: Then what would you use to show me?

Again, his muscles tensed and all he could think about was showing you how much he missed you. In seconds he was hard.

“Fuck!”

He resisted the urge to palm his length and tried to focus on his breathing.

MSG: Chill, babe. I’m already hard.

MSG Y/N: Really? Show me. Please. I haven’t seen a dick in months.

He could hear the whine in your words. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he did it anyway. Slipping his sweats a few inches lower he allowed his hardness to flop out. He was getting harder. He took a picture of himself and sent it to you.

MSG Y/N: Damn baby. It’s beautiful. I miss it so much.

MSG: He misses you.

A groan escaped him and showed him how close he was to losing himself. Slipping his meat back inside his sweats he sat up and worked to shrug off the arousal you’d brought on him.

MSG: When this is done let’s take a trip. Anywhere you wanna go.

MSG Y/N: Okay. Let’s do it.

You were always down to indulge his love of traveling. He worked hard and took a lot for the job and liked to unwind just as hard. As he approached the hotel he let you know his intentions for the night before ending your conversation.

When he made it up to his room he wasted no time getting in the shower and letting the hot water work magic on his muscles. You were still on his mind and made it even more difficult to get through without touching himself. He caught himself three times. The first he didn’t even realize it until he grunted out your name. He looked down to find his cock in his hand. The second time he caught himself before he gripped his length and the third he stopped the thought.

He didn’t know what the hell had come over him, but he had better find a way to get a grip especially this close to the match. His coach and trainer were both unanimously against any sort of pleasure while training and before a match. They didn’t care about the toll it took on his relationship, they cared about the end goal. He’d done this before and each time you were a trooper with accepting it, but this felt different. This time was harder for you, harder for him too.

When he got out of the shower his meal was waiting. He settled in front of the tv and watched videos of Elias Morales fight. This was his pre-match routine the biggest plate of pasta and studying his opponent. You didn’t have a record like his by just floating through matches. He was meticulous if nothing else, he trained, plotted, and prepared then executed.

An hour later he got a message letting him know his massage therapist would be there soon. Pausing the latest video, he stripped down and went over to the massage table and laid there waiting. As he waited he continued the video. He was so focused on it he didn’t hear when the masseuse entered. It was only when he saw her feet it registered.

“I think deep Swedish should work tonight,” he suggested. She didn’t answer. He was about to turn around when he felt the hot oil drip across his back. The next thing he felt were small hands begin their work of rubbing him down and kneading out knots.

Every night this week there had been a different masseuse, a different one he had to tell just what he liked. As he was about to open his mouth to let her know he liked some pressure along his spine but not at the tail of his spine she beat him to it by doing just that. A long moan slipped from him, it felt good. The masseuse continued her work and expertly kneaded his back muscles with the right amount of pressure and the right alternating techniques. It was like they knew just what he liked. Small hands went lower to his waist and gently massaged him there. The next place he felt her hands were his calves, she squeezed as her hands slid down to his ankles.

“God yes!” His body was quickly relaxing.

Thirty minutes more found him completely relaxed with muscles that didn’t hold an ounce of tension in them.

“Turn.” Not paying attention he flipped over to find a hot towel drop across his face.

“Breathe it in, eucalyptus, rose, lavender, coconut oil, and lemon. The right recipe for relaxation and optimal pore health.” He laid there and inhaled the aromas coming from the towel and found himself relaxing even more. This was almost just what he needed. It would have to do.

The same small hands began rubbing his chest down spending focus on his pec muscles before slowly gliding over his abs. This is where the hands slowed even more. There was no massage patterns to her movements now. When he began to move to take the towel off she moved her hands to his thighs and forcefully massages into them. It was enough to throw him off. Another twenty minutes passed before he heard a feminine moan in the air, a moan that did not belong to him. Quickly he ripped the towel off his face and sat up to see you standing beside him.

“Y/N?”

“Surprise!” Seconds passed before he pulled you into his arms and hugged you.

“Oh my god, what’re you doing here?”

“I missed you like really missed you. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow night. I needed to see you, baby.” He smiled and pulled her back into his arms. He felt the same way.

“I missed you too. Shit, this one was worse than all the others before,” he expressed as you pressed your forehead to his.

“It was. I hate this, but I love you so much.” Your lips met for a sweet peck, but one peck turned to two and three and before either of you knew it you were full-on making out. You moaned on his mouth and his hardness instantly returned with a vengeance. You bit his bottom lip and softly raked your nails up and down his back.

“Don’t do that babe, please.”

“I’m sorry.”

“If Hugo found you here he’d be so pissed.”

“I don’t care. I’ve followed every rule for two years. I’ve never protested. I’m protesting now. I want to see my man.” He smiled, he loved hearing you call him that. When you introduced him he always felt cocky when you called him your man. He didn’t know why.

“You’ve been a good girl,” he said as he stroked your hair down your back.

“I’ve been such a good girl, baby. What do I get as a reward?”

A smile spread across his face and every nasty thing flashed through his head.

“What do you want, love?”

You tipped your tongue out and licked across his lips then softly nibbled his bottom lip all while staring in his eyes.

“You. I want you, baby. I always want you—just you.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else. He crashed his lips to yours and took control of the kiss. He only intended for it to be a kiss, only intended for it to go so far. After a few minutes, he stood and lifted you into his arms. When you wrapped your legs around his waist his body made the decisions from then on. He turned and dropped you onto the massage table and quickly pulled off the dress you wore. He lost it when he realized you had on his favorite colored lace.

“Fuck!”

You spread your legs wider and bit your bottom lip. You were giving him access and permission. He couldn’t think, any possibility for logical thought was gone. He kissed you briefly then dropped his lips to your neck and sucked and teased the skin there. He knew you liked when he did it. You smelled incredible, a scent he hadn’t smelled in months, a scent that was making it impossible to control himself. His lips moved lower over your skin and latched onto your lace-clad breast. He sucked and bit your nipple through the material and enjoyed every mewl that fell from you.

When your hands hugged his head to you he sucked more forcefully.

“Yes baby. Oh god yes.”

He wrestled with the hooks of your bra and normally this would have been an easy task, but right now he didn’t have the patience it required. Gripping the material, he pulled it apart popping the clasps but freeing your breasts. He cupped them in his hands and feasted on each pert nipple for several long minutes. When he crouched between your legs he pulled your ass to the edge and stared at you.

“Don’t stop baby, please. Put your name on it.”

He growled out and grabbed a fistful of your underwear and ripped it clear off of you. Your moan of approval sent him over the edge of control. His lips connected with your sex and sucked. His intention was not to go slow, not to tease and not to waste any time. He needed this and he knew you did too. He slurped and devoured your flesh and relished in the unique taste of you. He’d missed your taste, missed the sounds you made when he did just what he knew would drive you crazy, missed how you reacted to him like a flame. At the root of it, he missed you. Your screamed signaled your orgasm. He was pleased you’d found your first release, but he had plans for many more.

He stood but before he could sheath himself you slipped off the massage table and to your knees. You pulled the towel from around his waist and came eye to eye with what you wanted. The look on your face spoke of how ravenous you were. You lowered your mouth over his length and took him fully into your mouth as far as he could go. He growled out again and held your head in place. His hips moved thrusting in and out of your mouth slowly at first but when goosebumps broke out across his skin he sped up. soon you were gagging and slurping with every snap of his hips. You were always good at swallowing every inch of him. Before he lost it he pulled you up and threw you over the table with your ass poking out to him.

They say the first touch is the sweetest but for him, the first feel of you around him was almost too much for him. He hovered over your back and letting the shake go through him. With each inch he slipped inside of you, you clenched around him. With a few more inches to go, he slammed into you making you scream out.

“Fuck Flo!” Your body shook through its second release. He was just getting started.

From the start he set the only pace he could, the only pace his body could tolerate—fast. He slammed into you with bruising thrusts that had purpose. He had to remind you who was daddy, and who truly owned this pussy.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so fucking tight. Yes! This pussy missed daddy?” You nodded but he wanted to hear the words.

“Tell me. Did my pussy miss me?”

“Fuck, yes, it missed you, daddy. It missed you so much.” He pushed your head lower with one hand and gripped your hip with the other then jackhammered into you. your screams were loud, but soon they turned raspy and desperate. You were always the only one that could take all of him. The only one who came close to crippling him with pleasure.

He grabbed your thighs and twisted you around, so you laid on your back with your thighs spread wide. God, he loved this view. He pulled out and sucked on your clit for a few moments before he tasted you as you came right in his mouth. You wrapped your thighs around his head and rode the wave of your third orgasm. When he tried to untangle himself, you weren’t having it. He almost laughed, you wanted to get rough. Forcefully he obliged, pulling your legs open, pressing them back to the table. He lined up his throbbing cock with your core and locked eyes with you. From the look in your eyes, he knew you knew what he intended to do.

“Whose pussy is this Y/N?”

“Yours baby.”

“Whose?”

“Yours daddy. Fuck this pussy—own this pussy.”

He snapped his hips forward and connected your bodies to the hilt. He could feel every inch of you inside and the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head you loved it. From the pace and force of his thrusts, the massage table shook as if it were on its last legs. He didn’t care. He was voracious.

“This pussy is mine, mine, mine, mine!” his only focus was finding that release, he knew he’d taken care of you. Changing the angle, he held you, he turned you to your side and held your leg in the air but continued plowing into you.

He wanted to come so bad, but he couldn’t. It was something he’d experienced before. He was so backed up that physically and psychologically he wasn’t in sync. It was normal for training and competing and normal for the first few weeks after. He held tightly to you and held you in the air and continued pumping into you.

“Shit, shit!”

“How does this dick feel baby?”

“So fucking good.”

You kissed him and began bouncing on him using his body as the anchor. He groaned and leaned against whatever he found close by and allowed you to fuck him. His moans and grunts fell from him one after the other and he didn’t care if you knew just what you were doing to him. It was never a secret. After a few minutes, he rose his hips up meeting you halfway.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna come, baby, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” He loved hearing those words. Using both hands he held you still and plowed into you and chased the release he’d denied himself for six months. The closer he got the louder he was, the louder he was the harder he fucked you. It was all a chain reaction that fueled and fed you both.

In a matter of minutes, he was having tunnel vision and knew he was close. He turned and pressed you against what he thought was a wall but was really one of the floor to ceiling windows. He didn’t care enough to stop. You helped him and rode onto him as he thrusted. It didn’t take long before you came again and pulled his long overdue orgasm from him. He shouted loudly as he came and filled you up with every last drop of the love he’d been saving for you.

A few minutes later when you both had come down a little from your release, he realized though he’d come he was still rock hard. He needed more. When you realized it, your eyes filled with excitement and a hint of tease.

“Can you take what you’ve unleashed?”

“I can take this dick anytime, anywhere, for however long daddy.” His smile was wide. He didn’t expect anything less from you.

“You’re daddy’s nasty girl. Let’s see if you remember how nasty daddy likes it.”

“Beast mode daddy?”

“Make sure you can take it.” You didn’t answer, instead, you kissed him and clenched around him giving the only answer he needed. It was going to be a long night.

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if you finish the scene I will be dead from horny. of course finish the scene!

where were we? oh right, reader’s absolutely fucked up but jake is not done yet.

jake was so damn close, you could feel it too. the way he grunted every time your tongue flicked over a vein or when your moans resonated around his cock gave it all away.

riding jake was not even an option. your legs were completely useless. as you deep throated jake, he got an idea.

“can you walk a few steps for me, princess?” he asked you, after he pulled on your head to take your mouth away from his cock (by that time he haad a fistful of hair in his hand and he guided you like that, creating a crazy pace you had no idea you could handle).

you shook your head as a way to say no, strings of spit hanging from your chin. with another nod of the head, jake instructed florian to handle the situation. he picked you up like you were nothing but feathers and he laid you down on the couch.

jake finally stood up and removed all of his clothes. he was the only one naked in the room and, yet, you felt more exposed than him. your face was a mess of tears, spit and cum and your head was even worse. you could not stop thinking about how obscene your moans sounded when jake finally pushed his hard cock into you.

it did not matter that florian had just stretched you so good, you felt so tight around your boyfriend.

jake had one of your legs up, pressed against his chest while he used his free hand to push on your other leg, making sure it was open for him so he could see how beautiful you looked.

florian presented his cock to your lips and you, shyly, started giving kitten lips to his tip and balls. you could swear he was even harder now, after seeing you blow jake with a passion.

you started sucking on his heavy balls when jake picked up the pace. he was hitting your backwall with every thrust. you were still so wet, making it incredibly easier for him.

he was getting closer and closer, but he tried his best to hold it back.

from time to time, he went to rub your clit, but he always left you on the edge. you became desperate, needy and frustrated. you were screaming, begging him for relief.

“keep her fuckin’ quiet for me. 'can’t hear my damn music over her stupid moans.” jake chuckled.

florian wrapped his hand around your throated. he did not add much pressure, you instinctively understood you had to control yourself. it was just so difficult, because your boyfriend was making you feel even better than the man standing by your head and towering you like you were nothing.

nothing but holes for their own pleasure.

he went to rub your clit again, this time faster. florian finally released your neck and your eyes rolled inwards as you came at the same time as jake. he was painting your walls and you were clenching so hard around him, you were basically milking him to the very last drop.

florian could not take his eyes off you. you looked like a goddess to him, at this very moment. and when he noticed jake’s cum leaking out of you, despite still being full of his cock? he swore it was the best day of his life.

the message was clear, as jake spoke again. “you’re my cum slut.”

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Weiß Chapter II- Calm Before the Storm

*Weiß- White in German

Florian Munteanu x black female reader (All my fics are with black women in mind!)

Warnings: mentions of death & drug use, criminal undertakings & unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!) Authors note: I finally found time to get this chapter up and I’ll be back to posting this story regularly. I’m introducing new characters in the next few chapters so keep posted. Message me if you want to be added to the tag list! Word Count: 3.4K

Weeks had gone by since her tryst with Florian, but Snow made no effort to discuss it. As far as she was concerned, it was a one time thing, just two people relieving stress and pent up emotions. She knew Flo was the non-committal type so his feelings couldn’t hurt all that much. And she herself was no stranger to casual sex. To Snow, forgetting it even happened was the best approach. Having a fling with her new enforcer wasn’t a smart business move and right now she needed to be very strategic with her next choices.

Klaus’s death was wrapped up in so much uncertainty and she struggled to make sense of it. Flo’s theory was that the Russians killed him for seeking a new supplier. Apparently, Klaus had scheduled some meetings with people he suspected of being in the game themselves. But that just didn’t make sense to her. The Russian syndicate had been a reliable supplier for quite some time. Consistent quality, good price. What could make Klaus do something so stupid as to go against them? She played out different scenarios in her head but none of them helped her connect the dots. What she wouldn’t give to sit with her old friend and pick his brain for a bit. He was her closest friend and she began to realize how much of a mystery he was to her.

She’d been spending a lot more time at the club in the recent weeks. Between Florian giving her an overview of the enterprise and her desire to keep an eye on the business numbers, she had very little need to be elsewhere. And thankfully things at the club were phenomenal. Klaus had done an excellent job at hiring skilled staff that could do their job and securing talented entertainment to keep the guest list filled up. She was pleased to see that they were booked for DJ's and musicians for the next 6 months. And their scout, Jonas, was searching to fill the calendar for the rest of the year. At least she didn’t have to worry about her legitimate business.

Today though, Florian was going to teach her how to look over the count. Every week, the “foot soldiers” came and dropped off their take from the product they sold. Florian and Klaus would then verify it and make sure they were consistent with what they had been given. The dealers were then told to wait for pickup details so they could get new product to sell. As Florian recounted all the steps, her mind swirled, overwhelmed with her situation.

“I’m a fucking drug dealer” she lamented, burying her face in her hands.

“Technically you’re a drug lord” Florian responded, causing her head to jerk back in surprise.

“What difference does it make? I’m still involved!”

“Yeah, but you’re anonymous. The people who buy our product won’t ever see your face. They don’t even know you exist. Du bist ein geist”

“Why is that strangely comforting?”

“Because it’s true. You’re protected. None of our people are ever going to rat on you. If you go down, this whole thing goes down and they lose the good money they make. Keeping you hidden, keeps their pockets happy”

“So why should I even be meeting with the Russians? Wouldn’t showing my face to them jeopardize all that?” A few days after their hookup, Florian received a call from Mikhail, the leader of the Russian enterprise they did business with. He told them that there was a new leader and they were all too happy to schedule a meeting. Snow wondered what their reaction would be once they came face to face with her.

“That’s different”. She stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

“So think of it this way. A dealer is a little fish. He gets picked up, the police only want to use him to find who the bigger fish is, the boss. And that’s you. Then they use you to find the even bigger fish, your suppliers”

“The Russians”

“Genau. So now it’s in both of your best interest to keep each other hidden. If he gets caught, he has nothing to really bargain with. He still cares about his rep so he won’t throw you under the bus which means you walk away untouched. But if you get caught,”

“Then I can leverage knowing who he is”

“And now you understand. You’re probably the most protected person in this scenario. So relax Schnee”

She rolled her eyes at his nickname for her. It was starting to grow on her but she’d never tell him that. And to her surprise, she felt comforted by his breakdown of things. She knew the risks of being involved and it was something that weighed on her mind as she became more hands on.

Late afternoon rolled in and it was time to prepare for her first meeting with the crew. Florian took her into Klaus office and gave her a quick walkthrough of what she needed. The money counter, Klaus’ iPad and the safe where the cash was placed. She took in the photos and assorted knick knacks he decorated the room with. A framed photo of the two of them on his desk made her feel a sharp pang of loss. In this room, his presence was heavily felt. So she made a mental note to call a decorator to renovate the space.

One by one, her crew members trickled into the large room. She recognized some faces from the club which worried her. If they did get caught, how easy would it be for police to connect them to the club or her? And even though Flo was sure they’d keep quiet, how much could she really trust them? Sensing her distress, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“Relax. These are all Klaus’ people. He trusted them”

She pushed past the tingling feeling that came over her as his warm breath tickled the sensitive spot beneath her ear. A smug grin came across his face.

“Focus mädchen” he playfully warned.

She steeled herself and prepared for the remaining crew members to come and introduce themselves. But it was an all too familiar face that sparked fear and then rage into her heart.

“Emmeline, what the fuck!?”

“Hey Lise”. Her sister nervously bit her lip, waiting for Snow to say more.

Her baby sister, Emmeline stood in front of her, a pink duffle bag gripped tightly in her hands. She felt absolute betrayal at the fact Klaus had approved of this without telling her.

“No. Absolutely not”

“Snow” Florian warned.

“You knew about this?!” Her head turned to him with eyes full of contempt. It was one thing that her best friend and associate kept silent on this, but Flo too? How was she supposed to trust him if he kept something this big from her?

“She’s our best dealer. She brings all the socialites to the club and Klaus thought it be good for business”

“She’s my baby sister!”

“She’s right here! Look Lise, don’t be mad. I begged Klaus to give me a shot. And besides, it’s not like I work on the streets. I just bring my rich friends to the club”

“So why are you here now?”

“Well, occasionally I supply parties. And I sometimes sell to the women at the day spas. You’d be surprised how popular coke is to those trophy wives”

Snow put her head in her hands and took deep breaths to calm herself. This whole situation was fucked up. It was bad enough that she was running the business, and now her sister was in on it too? Honestly, what the fuck was Klaus thinking?

Resigned to her fate, Snow sat up and wore a blank expression to conceal the swirl of emotions running through her.

“We’ll talk about this later” Her clipped tone let Florian and her sister know that this conversation was far from over.

When the rest of the crew showed up, they lined up against the wall across from Klaus desk. One by one, Florian called them up to turn in their take. He counted the bills by hand then with an automated machine before inputting the numbers into the iPad he had shown her. After inputting the info, he listened attentively as they gave a run through of the territory they covered. And apparently things were going well, with the exception of Alexanderplatz.

“It’s nothing, but the car keeps rolling through our territory” Luka, one of the faces she recognized earlier, had finished telling them about some suspicious activities on one of the streets he serviced.

“Cops?” Florian probed.

“Nein. They’re too obvious. Cops hide. These guys pull up across the street and make eye contact. They want us to know they’re there.”

“When did this start?” Snow inquired.

Luka paused in thought before realization came over him.

“Come to think of it, the night that Klaus was killed. Emil called to tell me some car had parked across the street. He thought it was the police so he closed up early. But then later on he said he thought the driver looked like that Dmitry guy that comes by the club sometimes”

Snow and Florian shared a knowing look. Dmitry was the younger brother of Mikhail and his business partner. The fact that he was purposely snooping on their crew was suspicious enough. Could the Russians really have been behind Klaus’ death?

“Thank you for telling us. Let us know the next time they pull up.”

“You got it Bossin”. An exciting jolt ran through her at hearing her new title. She liked it way more than Florian’s name for her.

The rest of the crew had uneventful reports to share when handing in their take. She was grateful that there weren’t more issues to worry about. But to her dismay, Emmeline’s count was the highest by far. Just her luck.

“You gotta let me know when more product comes in ASAP. I’ve got a line of clients wanting to stock up for a major party next week”

“We’ll have to discuss that before anything is decided” Snow watched as her sister narrowed her eyes in contempt. She knew this wasn’t going to be an easy battle.

“Lise, you’ve got to be shitting me. Look at my count, I’m bringing in serious profit!”

“I can see that. But I’m in charge now and I reserve the right to make changes to my crew and who I allow to represent the business. I’ll discuss it with Florian and let you know”

“You’re really going to be a bitch about this?”

Emmeline’s mouth had always been her problem. She was quick to pop off without thinking things through. Most of the time, Snow ignored her. But today, her attitude set her off and caused her once controlled anger to spike.

“Everybody out, NOW!” Snow’s voice took on a commanding tone that made everyone stand at attention. Even Florian found himself quickly rising from his seat and leaving the office. He flashed Emmeline a sympathetic glance before closing the door behind himself.

Turning to her sister, Snow tried her best to control her tone.

“Look I’m not sure what Klaus was thinking by letting you in on this. But this little arrangement stops now”

There were too many variables to consider and she was by no means comfortable with putting her sister at risk.

“God you’re impossible. You can’t ever let me have anything for myself”

“Girl cut the crap. I’m your biggest supporter and always have been. I have your back with anything you pursue but not this Em. This is way too dangerous”

“So you can be a drug lord, but I can't?” she countered.

“Grow the fuck up Emmeline. My involvement is drastically different from yours and you know it”

“Bullshit! You pretend to care about me when really you just don’t want to share the spotlight. You want all this for yourself. Can’t have your baby sister be doing just as good as you, huh?”

To her detriment, Emmeline would go out of her way to prove that she was just as good, if not better than her older sister. Yet Snow never indulged her. She’d always felt that their “rivalry” was one sided.

“Em, this is about your safety. What I’m doing is so unbelievably dangerous. I just lost my best friend. I can’t lose you too”

Her sister folded her arms across her chest and let out a frustrated sigh.

“I get it Lise, I do. But I’m an adult. I’m old enough to make my own choices and decide what’s risky. I have my own system and people I vet before doing business with them. I'm good at this Lise, let me show you. Besides, nobody here has your back like I do. I’ll be damned if I leave you to do this without people in your corner”

“I’ve got Flo. He’s been helping me the past few weeks”

“Oh I’m sure you do,” she suggested.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Just that Tamir told me he saw you leave the club with Flo a few weeks ago. He came back the next morning in his clothes from the night before. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?” she teased.

“Nope. Not a thing. Let’s just get back to business” she urged as she made her way to the door. She was not having that conversation today.

“So does that mean I can stay on?” she bounced in excitement waiting for her sister’s response.

“For now. But I mean it Em. One hint of you being in danger and I pull you out”

Squealing with excitement, Emmeline rushed forward and pulled Snow in a tight hug

“Thank you Lise! I promise I’ll be safe, just watch, you’ll never have to worry about me”

“You’re my baby sister. I’m always going to worry” She held her tightly, wondering if she was making a mistake.

A knock on the door interrupted their moment as Florian stuck his head in the door frame.

“Y’all good?”

“Yes Florian, we’re good”

“Great, can we wrap up things then? We still have to set up the club for tonight”

The club was hosting a memorial event in Klaus’ honor. There were planned speeches from friends and business associates before a night of dancing and letting loose. It seemed fitting for a man who was determined to have a good time where he went.

After inputting final numbers into the iPad and securing the cash, Florian stood up behind the desk.

“I know the past few weeks have been tough with Klaus being gone. We all miss him and want to find who’s responsible for his death. I want to thank you all for keeping it together and running things smoothly. Just keep up the good work and keep an eye out for anything funny going on. We’re a family and we have each other's backs, okay?”

He turned to Snow expectantly.

“Bossin, want to add anything?”

It caught her by surprise. She hadn’t thought of preparing anything to say. She really was just there to watch and learn. But if she was going to step up and run things, now was the time to make her presence known. She stood up and pushed past the nerves that overcame her and spoke.

“Some of you may know me as the owner of the club, but I’ve always been the head of the enterprise. I simply trusted Klaus to be the mastermind that kept things going and I can see now I was right. You’re all doing very well for yourselves, the numbers don’t lie. The system he created is incredible”

The group before her hummed in agreeance.

“With Klaus gone, I’ll be taking a more active role. Florian is getting me accustomed to things but I know I’ll be very well versed in how things work. So make no mistake, I am the one calling the shots. You all answer to me. You give me respect and loyalty, I reward you. And if you cross me? Let’s just say you don’t want to find out what will happen. So let’s keep things on a positive note and keep working as a team, We’re in this together and if one of us fucks up, it puts us all at risk. Alles klar?”

Assorted affirmations echoed through the room and that familiar jolt ran through her again. Being in charge did things to her and she was half tempted to kick everyone out and fuck Flo on the desk. But she forced the idea from her mind.

That’s what I get for fucking my enforcer she thought to herself.

Florian dismissed the team after telling them to keep an eye out for the pick up details. Emmeline shot her sister a knowing look as she sauntered out the room and closed the door behind her.

The vibe in the room changed as soon as the door closed. She could feel the tension hanging heavily in the air. She watched as Flo walked over to the safe, securing the iPad with the cash counted earlier. The sight of his back muscles flexing in the white Henley tee he wore brought flashbacks of her nails digging into the taut flesh just weeks ago.

Flo turned to face her, taking in her flushed appearance and ragged breathing. A look of realization came across his face as he walked over to her.

“Don’t tell me you get off on being in charge, huh?”

He sauntered over to her, lightly tracing his lower lip with his tongue. She imagined him running it over the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

“That’s funny, I could’ve sworn you liked it when someone else took the reigns”

He kept pursuing her until she found herself pushed up against the large oak desk. Florian reached forward and gently lifted her on the desk before slowly hitching up the maxi skirt she wore. A whimper broke through her throat at the feel of his calloused hands on her thighs.

“So tell me Schnee? Who’s in charge now? Ich oder du?”

He pulled her in, hungrily claiming her mouth with an intense need for more. His hands slipped further up her skirt relishing in the feel of her warm, smooth skin. He traced the rough pads of his fingertips on her inner thighs, causing her to spread her legs wider. He took advantage of the extra room and pushed closer against her. His noticeable erection brushed against her clit through the thin lace of her panties and she moaned into his kiss, causing him to grow harder.

Snow was desperate to feel him, to have him completely consume her. Her body moved of its own accord, her hips thrusted upwards to feel him once more. Internally she was waging a mental war. Her logical mind fought to snap her out of this spell and to push him away before things escalated, but she was too far gone. His hands worked their way to the loop of her lace panties causing all doubts and reservations to scatter.

“Flo please” she mewled as his lips latched onto the sensitive flesh on her shoulder. Right now, there was only one goal on her mind; to be pinned underneath him while he had his way with her.

But the sudden knock at the door halted their plans and snapped them out of the trance. Hearts beat wildly as they gazed at one another, stunned by what almost transpired. A second knock sprung them into action and they quickly made themselves presentable. Snow smoothed out her skirt and fixed her hair while Florian made sure to to hide the impressive bulge in his pants. With one glance back at Snow, he opened the door to Emmeline standing there with a knowing grin on her face.

“Excuse me” he mumbled before taking off to the bar to prepare for the evening's events.

Emmeline stared at his retreating form with that same smirk before turning back to her sister.

“What did you need Em? Snow carefully took a seat behind desk to conceal the slight tremor in her knees. But Emmeline didn’t miss the shaky tone of her voice.

“Girl stop playing with me and tell the truth! Y’all fucking?”

Snow couldn’t help the giggles that spilled out. Her sister was not going to let this go until she knew the truth.

“Fine” she huffed, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I’ll tell you everything but we’re going to need a lot of wine”

Translations:

Genau- Exactly

Du bist ein geist- “You are a ghost”

mädchen- girl

Nein-no

Bossin- boss

Alles klar?- Is everything clear?

Ich oder du- “Me or you?”

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Alright guys,here's part 3 of Viktor Drago x Balboa!Daughter. Enjoy!

This part is pretty long,I got a little carried away but i

I hope you guys enjoy!

WARNING:Smut ahead

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It had been 2 days since Viktor had come and spent the night at your place,and you'd held off from calling him as long as you could. You poured yourself a cup of coffee as you dialed the number you'd been staring at all weekend. You were aware of the time difference,hoping he wasn't too busy to answer.

Viktor felt his phone vibrate in his pocket,dropping the weights he ignored the curious looks from his father and other members of his team he walked towards the locker room and looked at his phone.

The unknown number told him only one thing,it was you.

It had to be.

"Hello."He answered,heart racing with the fear of not hearing your voice on the other side.

"Viktor."You breathed,the way you whispered his name reminding him of the night that you two shared together.

"Hello,malyshka."He smiled,sitting on one of the benches. "Two days?"

"I know,I just..wanted to give you space."You stirred your coffee slowly,nervous to speak to the man that had made you feel things you'd never felt with anyone before.

"There is already too much space between us."He answered,his words catching you off guard. "I don't want more."

"Then I'll call you everyday."You affirmed,smiling at the realization that he wanted more than just what

happened that night between the two of you.

"Good."His thick accent sent shivers down your spine,you barely registering him asking you about your day.

You told him about the busy day you had ahead,the man listening attentively and shocking you by asking questions. You smiled when at just how easy it was to talk to him,the man genuinely interested in what you had to say and it was refreshing to talk to a man who actually listened.

You bid your goodbyes when you heard a gruff voice in the background,Viktor answering the man in Russian before returning to his conversation with you.

"I must go,malyshka. But call me tonight?"He asked.

"Yeah,just you call me when you're free."You requested,grabbing your things to head out the door yourself.

Later that night you got home and found your father waiting for you at your door,the man looking up when he heard your footsteps.

"Dad."You smiled.

"Hey sweetheart."He hugged you tightly,brushing the way ward strands of your hair out of your face.

"You okay?"You asked the sullen man,recognizing that sad smile.

"Yeah,just wanted to take my favorite girl to dinner."He grinned,pinching your cheek.

"Only if you're making pizza."You smiled,opening the door for you both.

"Of course,anything you want."

"Awesome! Let me get changed and we can go."You set your things down and made your way to your room to change quickly.

You were walking out of your room when you saw your father holding your phone in his hands,holding it up for you to see the name that flashed across the screen.

Viktor.

"You talking to him?"He asked,allowing you to grab the device.

"Dad,just give me a second."You looked at him sadly,hoping he'd understand.

"Hey,Viktor."You answered,eyes still staring back at your father.

"Malyshka,is everything okay?"He asked,your rushed tone and delay in answering made him worry.

"Yeah,I'm going to grab dinner with my dad right now. Can I call you later?"You asked,biting your lip nervously. The way you looked down at the ground shyly as Viktor answered you reminded him so much of how Adrian used to act around him.

"Okay,call me later. Enjoy your dinner."Viktors words were simple yet they still made you smile.

The ride over to Adrian's was silent,your father kneading the pizza dough as you sat on the counter and watched as he'd requested. You knew he was waiting for you to open up to him without him having to push you to do so.

"So,"You cleared your throat,watching him begin to shape the pizza before he began to cover it in the sauce and toppings. "What do you want to know."

He just looked at you and raised a quizzical brow,you letting out a deep sigh.

"I like him."You said the three words carefully,chipping at your nail polish quietly. "A lot."

"But you barely even know him."

You watched him slide the pizza in the oven,the man washing his hands in silence. You sat in the feelings that the 6 words he just said to you made you feel,a realization that there was very little that you knew about the foreign boxer yet there was a lot of intimate things that you did know.

"I know a bit about him."You shrugged,stealing a pepperoni slice.

"Like what?"

"Like he has a nice smile."You grinned. Your father rolled his eyes,moving about the kitchen. "I know that despite his resentment towards his mother,he desperately wants her approval."

He turned to you,raising a brow. "And how do you know that?"

He recognized the sheepish look that crossed your features,ultimately confessing to Viktor's late visit to you in Philly just days ago. Rocky was surprised to say the least,you did know things about the fighter in question and it seems that the one night you were together had revealed some things about Viktor.

"Besides,you and mom barely knew each other at one point."you smugly pointed out,the man pinching your cheek.

"You really do like him?"He asked,pulling the pizza from the oven.

"I really do."You nodded.

"What do you like about him?"he asked,preparing to slice the pizza.

"He's mysterious,he actually listens and cares about what I say. He's kind."You listed more and more about the things you liked about the man,your eyes sparkling. "And he deserves love,even if he doesn't believe that he does."

"I want for you what you want,as long as you're happy."

"He makes me feel seen,and heard. He actually listens to me and asks me about my life."You stared down at your shoes,a small smile pulling at your lips.

"I support you,my little princess."He cupped your face,eyes welling at how much you reminded him of Adrian. "I've never been able to deny you anything."

You hugged your father tightly after those words,appreciating the way he was there for you unconditionally.

"Let's eat."

After a hearty meal with great company,you made it home at a decent hour to still have a chance to call Viktor. The more it rang,the harder you bit on you lip in nervousness.

"Hello."His gruff,thick voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Hi."You said softly.

"How was dinner?"

"Good."You hummed,pulling your clothes for the night. "How was your day?"

He told you about his training and upcoming fight in New York,his tone excited and portraying his love for boxing greatly. His next words causing you to freeze.

"Would you come to my fight in New York?"

"You really want me there?"You asked,glad the man wasn't right in front of you.

"Yes,I really want you there."He said simply,as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You smiled at the man's directness,enjoying his natural candor. "Okay,when is it?"

After confirming your attendance to his fight next week,you stayed on the phone while you confirmed a flight to New York and booked a room near the Barclays Center. You ended the call a short while

after,a blissful smile not leaving your lips till you fell asleep.

______

Days later your knee bounced nervously as you sat in the back of the taxi,pulling up to the hotel after what felt like an eternal drive from the airport.

You checked in and sent Viktor a quick text as you waited for the elevator, not paying attention to the man that walked up behind you.

"Well I'll be damned."You heard, causing you to turn and see who was behind you.

Your eyes found Leo Sporino,not expecting to see the boxer here in New York.

"I thought that was you at the desk,what are you doing here princess?"He smiled.

"Just came to see the fight."You shrugged casually, trying to avoid giving anything away. "What are you doing here?"

The elevator dinged before the doors opened,Leo following you in. He pressed for the 5th floor after you pressed for the 6th,his dark eyes watching you intently.

"My friend,he's fighting Viktor Drago tomorrow."He answered your previous question.

You nodded at his answer,avoiding his intense gaze. You chewed on your lip softly, wishing the elevator would hurry up and get to the 5th floor.

"What are you doing here,princess?"He asked. He noticed your hesitation to answer, realization crossing his features. "Oh I get it now. So it is true."

"What is true?"You asked,swallowing nervously.

"You're with him."He shook his head. "With Drago."

"So what if I am?"You held your head up, tired of everybody's opinion on your relationship with Viktor.

"He ain't good for you."

"And how do you know that?"

"You shouldn't be with him."

"That sounds like a whole lot of none of your business."

"Oh yeah? And what does Rock think?"

"My father just wants me to be happy."

"Princess,"

"Stop calling me that."You cut him off, not wanting to hear what he had to say. "I'm not your princess."

"You used to love it when I called you that."

"That was a long time ago."You reminded, watching the doors open at the fifth floor. "This is your floor."

He stepped off, his hands stopping the doors from shutting. "He could hurt you."

"How? Like you hurt me?"You snapped, tired of hearing him trying to bad mouth Viktor. You watched him step back at your words, the doors slowly sliding shut.

You let out a deep sigh when the doors opened on your floor, your phone dinging with a message from Viktor.

I am at gym, see you for dinner?

Of course.

You opened the door,trying hard to not let Leo's words get to you. Deciding to just get ready for dinner with Viktor,you set your outfit and jewelry out before taking a much needed shower and getting ready for dinner. You were finishing up your make up when Viktor texted you that he was going to shower and change before meeting you at your room.

You smiled as you typed your response,finishing the last touches before grabbing your coat. A few minutes later you heard a tentative knock on your door,the man standing there taking your breath away.

"Wow."You sighed,smiling when he grabbed your hands. You stepped back as he stepped forward,his hands sliding up your arms to cup your face gently.

"You are wow."He grinned,leaning his forehead against yours. "Ready to go?"

You nodded,taking his hand. You both made your way outside,walking to one of the restaurants close by as he asked you about your time in college.

"And why did you want to become a doctor?"He asked as he opened the door for you, turning to look at you when you took a while to answer.

"My mom."You said sadly,avoiding his intense stare. He squeezed your hand gently before asking for a table for two,the host leading you both back.

"How old were you when she passed?"He asked, pulling your chair out and helping you remove your coat.

"I was 12."You answer,watching him sit across from you after hanging his coat on the back of his chair.

"Very young, what happened?"

"She had cancer."You brushed your hair back,glancing at the menu quietly.

"And that is why you become doctor."

You nodded, telling him about your brief time on oncology. It had become too overwhelming,going into general surgery after enjoying your surgical rotation.

He grabbed your hand from across the table, not wanting you to think about those sad moments. "Tell me about her."

You had many great memories with your mother, enjoying the way he listened to everything you had to say. Once the waiter took your orders you turned the spotlight to him, asking him more about his childhood with Ivan. You knew Ivan wasn't the warmest person,sad to find that even with his own son he was that way.

You enjoyed a nice dinner with the man,soon enough both of you making your way back to the hotel. His large hand engulfed your comparatively smaller one, his intense gaze not leaving you once. Neither of you noticed Leo in the lobby watching you together, the anger in his eyes intense.

You stopped right in front of your door, the tall boxer watching you quietly. His brows furrowed when you didn't move to open the door.

"Everything okay?"He asked.

You nodded, not too sure with how to approach this topic. Deciding that being direct would be best, you leaned up to kiss him quickly.

"I will see you tomorrow."You whispered when you pulled away, finding his eyes closed when you leaned away.

"Let me stay with you."He words on the precipice of sounding like a beg. "Please."

"Not tonight."You smile, hands cupping his face. "Tomorrow,when you win."

He smiled at your words,enjoying your confidence in him. "You think I will win?"

"I know you will."You affirmed. You kissed the man again, this time more intense with all the desire you put into the kiss.

You moaned softly into the kiss when he pressed you against the door. You pulled away panting heavily, almost taking back your earlier words of not wanting the man to stay. Your hands came to his strong chest, lightly pushing him away.

"You change mind?"He asked.

"No."You laughed,enjoying the feel of his sculpted chest under his shirt. "I want you to go."

"You want me to go?"He repeated.

"Yes,I want you to go."You sighed, hands sliding under his shirt to feel the muscles under his smooth skin. "I want you to go to your room and get some sleep, be ready for your fight tomorrow, win,"You whispered as you slid your hand down his ripped chest,"and keep in mind every single thing you want to do to me when you do."You finished,your hand grabbing his crotch over his pants.

He growled lowly, large hands gripping your hips tightly. "When I win,"His deep accented voice sending shivers down your spine. "You will not stop me."

"When you win, then you can collect your prize." You affirmed,hand sliding into his pants.

The man kissed you once more, the intensity that he kissed you with left you breathless. You could taste his need and desperation,your own need for him being expressed in that one kiss.

"Go on,printsessa."He mumbled after breaking the kiss. "Get inside,before I can't resist."

You kissed him one last time,bidding him goodnight before shutting the door behind you. Leaning against the door with a deep sigh, you fought the urge to open the door and invite the boxer into your room. Beginning your night routine,you heard your phone ring when you were slipping on your pajamas.

"Viktor,you're supposed to be getting ready for bed."You smiled,brushing your hair.

"I am."He sighed. "All alone,without you malyshka."He sighed.

"Poor baby."You laughed,pulling back the covers. "You're learning patience,moy medved."

(My bear in Russian)

He groaned,the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Tomorrow seems so far away."

"It's closer than you think."You giggled,leaning against the headboard. "It's worth the wait,I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"You heard some rustling on the other end,imagining the man sitting up at your words.

"Mhm."You hummed,playing with the bottom of the t shirt you wore.

"What are you doing,moya printsessa?"Viktor asked,his tone seductive and hypnotic.

"Nothing,just in bed."You said coyly,eyes shut at the man's raspy voice that had you feening to feel his hands all over your body.

"Wearing what,printsessa?"

The question caught you off guard,not even expecting the man to ask you that question.

"Your shirt,actually."You answered softly,hearing his sharp inhale.

"Printsessa,you have no idea what you do to me."His low groan eliciting a moan from you.

"Tell me."You panted,your right hand trailing up and down your stomach slowly. "Tell me what I do to you."

"I will show you,tomorrow night."His seductive tone turned teasing.

You groaned at his punishment of your denial from earlier,clearly not enjoying being denied as much as he did earlier.

"Fine."You pouted,bidding the boxer a goodnight.

You curled into the hotel pillows,wishing the large man that occupied your thoughts would occupy your bed instead.

___

The next morning you were awoken by soft knocking on your door. With a deep sigh you rolled out of bed,pulling the hotel robe down over your body. An annoyed look on your face as you opened the door,features softening when your eyes landed on the very man that plagued your dreams.

"Good morning,moya printsessa."He smiled coyly,gesturing to the room service cart he had. "Breakfast?"

"I'd love to."You smiled,opening the door wider for him to push the cart in.

"I wasn't sure what you like for breakfast,so I ordered a bit of everything."He uncovered the plates,revealing bacon,sausage,waffles,pancakes,fruit,and eggs.

"Wow."You laughed softly. You were shocked at the amount of food the large man showed up with,doubting the ability for both of you to finish all of the food.

"I'm sorry,would you like something else?"He asked,worry covering his handsome features.

You giggled,leaning against the broad fighter as you smoothened his furrowed brow. "No,moy medved."You pecked his lips quickly,grabbing his large hands. "I love it. You're very sweet."

He smiled,urging you to sit as he finished setting the feast up. He sat across from you,the conversation light to keep him in a good mental state for his fight tonight.

He spent the majority of the morning with you,bidding you a sad goodbye with a quick kiss. He handed you an envelope,glad that you would be in his corner tonight.

"I will see you later."

"Yes,you will."You promised,kissing him again before going back into your room. You opened the envelope,finding tickets and a pass to the fight.

A quick shower and you began getting ready for the fight. You dried and straightened your hair,tying it back in a cute style with a few strands framing your face. Keeping your make up simple and natural you made sure you had everything you needed in your purse before zipping up your boots.

You let the hotel door shut behind you,making your way to the elevator for a ride down to the lobby. Stepping off the elevator your eyes met Ivan's steel eyes,his intense gaze holding yours as you walked into the lobby.

"Hello Ivan."You greeted,not looking away from his cold gaze.

"I told you to stay away."His thick accented words were rough,and if the memory of Viktor's excitement to see you supporting him at his fight wasn't as present in your mind as it was you'd be running for the hills.

"Yes you did."You nodded. "But Viktor asked me to be here,to support him and being there for him is more important to me than allowing you to tell me who I can and can't be with."

You moved to walk past him,a large hand with a strong grip on your arm stopping you. "I do not approve."Ivan's deep voice and intimidating stare focused on you.

"I do not care."You smiled,pulling your arm from his grasp. "I'll be around as long as Viktor wants me to be."

You walked away from Ivan,making the short walk to the arena to be alone in your thoughts. With a deep breath you pushed back the tears that burned your eyes. Pulling the tickets and pass from your purse,you made your way to your seat. You were so close to the ring,your gaze meeting Leo's from across the ring.

"Fuck."You sighed. Shaken from your thoughts when the walkout music start. You watched Viktor's opponent for the fight walk towards the ring,watching the large man make his way into the ring.

A shiver ran down your spine as Viktor walked out,the broad man seemingly in the zone as he entered the ring. You felt Ivan's chilling gaze,Viktor nearing the edge of the ring close to where you sat. You waved softly,meeting his serious gaze.

You watched as the fighters touched gloves and the bell rung,the fight beginning. You watched Viktor as he moved around the ring,quite impressed with the changes you noticed in his fighting style.

The fight was in the second round when Viktor's opponent dodged Viktor's right hand swing. Standing when Viktor's head turned with the powerful punch he received,the ref intervening at Viktor's angry response. You approached the ring,calling out Viktor's name.

"Get away from here."Ivan nearly growled,causing you to roll your eyes.

"Viktor."You called,watching the fighter lean down. "You're overextending on your right hand and he's noticing that."

Viktor nodded,his gaze softening as he looked at you. "This guy,he's not used to going past the fourth round. He's close to running on fumes,so ride the clock towards the end of this round and before it's over I need you to hit him with some short body jabs. Before a good knockout punch,wait for him to throw one and when he does aim right for his chin and put your whole weight into it."

The bell rung,Viktor stepping back and you making your way to your chair. You watched the fighters move to the center of the ring,smiling when you noticed Viktor doing as you said.

You cheered as Viktor landed the punch,his opponent falling to the floor of the ring. The sound of people cheering around you faded away when Viktor's eyes met yours,his intense gaze making you tremble. You barely registered the ref counting and declaring Viktor as the winner,mind racing with thoughts of you and Viktor behind closed doors.

When the arena began to empty,you slowly made your way to the back halls. You lifted your pass when someone stopped you,continuing on until Leo stood right in front of you.

"Nothing changes,huh?"He asked,the irritating smile on his face annoying you. "I remember when you used to be in my corner like that."

"Too bad you went and ruined it."You huffed,pushing past him. He grabbed your arm and spun you around,pulling you right against his chest.

"Gimme another chance princess."He moved the strands of hair away from your eyes,you struggling in his grip.

"Get off of me."You huffed,struggling to get out of the man's strong grip.

"C'mon,you don't feel anything for me anymore?"He asked,his hands sliding to your hips.

"Let me go."You pleaded,eyes shutting in fear. "Please."You whispered.

"She said let her go!"You felt a familiar grip,eyes remaining shut. "Stay away from her,she's with me."

Viktor stared Leo down until he walked away,the large man cupping your face gently. "Printsessa,I'm here."He whispered,feeling your tremble only made him want to follow Leo and use his face as a punching bag.

Ivan watched Viktor comfort you,brows furrowed as he watched Viktor whisper to you and stroke your cheeks. He'd never seen his son be vulnerable and soft,the two traits not something they expressed often.

He didn't like it.

"Are you okay,malyshka?"His worried eyes meet yours when you open them. He frowns at your glassy eyes,pulling you against his chest. "You're okay,I'm here."

You hugged the broad man,remembering when he saved you the first night you met. He rubbed your back,hating how much the man had ruined your evening.

"I was coming to see you."You whispered,meeting his gaze. "You did great."

"Because of you,printsessa. I was coming to tell you that I would like for us to have dinner with my father."

You nodded,allowing him to pull you towards the locker rooms. He sat you on one of the benches,kneeling on his knees in front of you. "Wait for me here,okay printsessa? I'll shower quickly and change."

You nodded,leaning forward to kiss him quickly. "I'll be here."

"You look beautiful."He smiled,kissing you again before standing.

You watched him walk away,Ivan only zipping up the jacket to his sweatsuit.

"Are you okay?"His gruff voice shocked you,the man watching you quietly. He held a water bottle out,a tight smile offered when you took it.

"Yes,just shaken."You answered,taking a sip.

"You know him."He watched you intently.

You nodded,playing with the water bottle wrapper. "We dated a long time ago."

"Hmph."Ivan huffed,sitting on one of the benches across from you.

"I'm not Ludmilla."You straightened,watching the mans face contort in anger. "Viktor told me about her,and I am not like her."

"You say that now."He crossed his arms.

"You're quite judgmental for someone who doesn't know me."

Ivan eyed you as if he wanted to decipher you then and there,probably wishing he could read your mind. "What you told Viktor earlier,how'd you know that stuff?"

"Did you think I'd be Rocky Balboa's daughter without learning anything?"You grinned. "Boxing's in my blood."

Viktor walked out,both of you standing when he approached. "Everything okay?"He asked,eyeing you both. You nodded,smiling when he reached for your coat and helped you slide it on before grabbing your hand.

"Hungry?"He asked,both of you walking behind Ivan. You nodded,wrapping your other arm around his so you could be closer to him.

You followed the giant men to the black limo,Viktor and Ivan stopping to allow you in first. You were quite taken with Ivan's chivalry,the intense man leaving you quite puzzled with his recent behavior. You laughed when Viktor buckled your seatbelt,his large paw reaching for your hand after he buckled his own.

Ivan watched you both,clearly not appreciating the effect you had on his son. It wasn't long until you all reached the restaurant,Ivan feeling more and more like a third wheel with the two of you.

The dinner was awkward with the fact that Ivan barely spoke,the stoic man just observing how Viktor interacted and reacted with you. There was a small chat about the fight,but other than that Ivan didn't contribute much else. You wanted to laugh when Ivan walked ahead of the two of you once you finally entered the hotel lobby,grumbling a semblance of a 'goodnight' before stomping his way to the elevator.

"That was...quite the dinner."You laughed,turning to Viktor to allow Ivan his speedy escape.

"Was too bad when I leave you alone with him?"The boxer asked,pulling your smaller body into his muscular frame.

You shook your head,toying with his dark shirt. "He cares for you,a lot. He was just making sure his son doesn't feel the same hurt he felt."

Viktor's hazel eyes narrowed at you,stroking your back over your soft coat. "Like I told him,I'm not Ludmilla. I'll be around as long as you want me to be."

"You said that?"

"And meant it. Every last word."You leaned your chin against his strong chest.

There was something about how your big and innocent eyes stared at him,you not even having to ask him to rip his heart out and give it to you because it was already yours.

"You won."You smirked,leaning up with less difficulty thanks to your heeled boots. You tugged on his hands,pulling the large man with you towards the elevators. Pushing the button for the lift,you felt his broad chest pressed against your back.

Caught off guard when the large man spun you around and pressed his lips right on yours,drowning you in his need and desire. You moaned when his tongue delved into your mouth,hands hungrily caressing your curves.

"You look,"He panted. "So beautiful,printsessa."His lips traveled down your neck,small kisses and nips planted on your skin.

The elevator dinged,the alert of reaching your floor barely being enough to pull the two of you out of your desperate haze. Between drunk kisses and needy touches you entered your hotel room,your small hands pushing Viktor's jacket off.

You pushed him towards the bed,the large man falling back. The way he looked at you like you were the only woman for him made you weak in the knees,a confidence running through your veins as you undressed in front of him. You swallowed nervously,standing in front of him in your black strapless bra and matching panties.

"You said,"You paused,moving to stand between his thick spread legs. "You'd show me what I do to you."

The large man sat up,big paws sliding up your legs sensually. Your hands planted on his strong shoulders,moaning softly when he littered kisses on your belly. He pulled you to straddle his lap by your legs,burying his face in your chest.

Your hands cupped the back of his head,pushing your chest towards his face when he nipped at the available skin. You felt his hands unclasp your bra,throwing the offensive material to the floor. A gasp of his name fell from your lips when he took one of your nipples in his warm mouth,tongue swirling around the pert bud.

"Viktor."You moaned,nails lightly scraping his scalp. You felt his hands slide further up,hardly noticing when he untied your hair. Head thrown back in bliss when he paid attention to your neglected breast,his large hand buried in your long hair.

He smirked at your needy whine when he pulled away,bottom lip out in an adorable pout. He nipped your plump lip gently,smiling when he laid you on the bed and your legs tightened around his middle. You watched him pull his shirt off,hands itching to touch his perfectly sculpted chest.

"Moya prekrasnaya printsessa."He whispered,hands planted next to your head. He nudged your nose with his,a little smile pulling at his lips when he felt your needy hands pulling at his belt. He grabbed your hand,leading it to cup his hard on. "You feel what you do to me,printsessa?"

You squeezed lightly,leaning up to kiss him. "Show me what I do to you."You whispered,nipping his bottom lip. "Show me what you want to do to me."

Your eyes fell shut when Viktor kissed you passionately,enjoying the way he began littering kisses all over your body. Viktor took his time worshipping your body,hands and lips leaving no inch of your body untouched.

Viktor pulled your panties down,his large hand caressing your leg softly. "So pretty."Viktor whispered,eliciting a moan from you when he slowly swiped his fingers up your pussy. Slowly he slid a thick digit in your warm channel,watching what movements made you moan the loudest.

"I want to taste you,printsessa."The deep baritone of his voice sending tingles throughout your whole body.

"Please,Viktor."You whined,spreading your legs for his broad body.

You cried out when he placed a kiss on your pussy,the grip he had on your thighs almost bruising when he held them apart to stop them from closing. The boxer groaned,the taste of you driving him mad.

Each stroke and swipe of his tongue drove you closer and closer to your orgasm,his groans when you lightly scraped your nails on his scalp making your legs shake.

A loud cry bounced off the walls when his tongue dipped inside of you,Viktor pulling your legs over his shoulders. You pushed his face closer,cries of pleasure only spurring the hungry man on.

He felt your legs shake,noting that you moaned louder when he sucked on your clit. "Need to cum,printsessa?"He teased,nipping your thigh softly. His fingers picked up the slack,eyes watching your back arch and your hands come to your breasts and play with your nipples.

"Please Viktor."You begged,the sound so pretty it was music to Viktor's ears.

You cried out when he resumed eating you out,the way he worked his tongue and fingers driving you insane. The pleasure almost became unbearable,legs shaking as the feeling of your orgasm overwhelmed all of your senses.

You panted as you came down from the high of pleasure,eyes fluttering open when he leaned over you and watching him lick his fingers clean.

"Was that good?"He asked,quite enjoying the blissed out look your face.

"Amazing."You whispered,pulling the large man closer. "Your turn."You smirked,pushing his chest. He let you maneuver him the way you wanted,smiling when you climbed on top of him and rubbed all over his sculpted chest.

He moaned when you planted your lips on his,your tongue delving into his mouth. Tasting yourself on his mouth drove you mad,your lips mapping a trail of kisses down his neck to his chest,hands unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down.

He watched you undress him,the mischievous glint in your eyes shining through. He laid back when you slid your hands up his legs,a low groan rumbling in his chest when you traced your tongue up his abs. His hand came to the back of your head,fingers buried in your hair.

Grasping his thick member in your hand,slowly stroking while you sucked at his neck lightly. "I want you to cum in my mouth."You whispered in his ear,nipping his ear lobe gently.

The boxer moaned loudly when you wrapped your lips around his tip,his hand coming to your hair while you worked him with your hand and mouth. He wasn't sure if it was the pleasure or just the fact that it was you touching him that made him feel so electric but he did know he didn't want it to stop.

You met his hazy gaze,the sight of your mouth wrapped around him while looking at him with those seductive eyes was enough to make his toes curl. You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock,moaning at the taste of his precum.

"Does it feel good,moy medved?"You asked in a pant,your hand working him while you batted your eyelashes at him like the two of you weren't in the midst of something so sinful.

With a nod,not able to trust his voice,he watched you resume the unfamiliar pleasure. You took note of what you did that made him grip you hair a little tighter,soon the large man began to guide your movements. Viktor wasn't the most experienced man,between training and work and Ivan's iron fist he didn't have much time for lovers but just the feeling of your hands on him was enough to make his body react.

The boxer felt his release close,you pushing his hands away when he tried to pull you off of him. Each swipe of your tongue or movement of your hand making his orgasm closer and closer.

"Mm-mm."You denied, holding his hands so he wouldn't try to pull you off,the vibrations pushing the man over the edge.

The loud and guttural shout of his end made goosebumps form on your skin,pussy dripping with arousal of the way you had the large man at your mercy.

He watched you swallow his cum,the erotic sight itself could've made him cum alone. You licked your lips slowly,crawling up to straddle the large fighter. His arms wrapped around you,right hand sliding up your back to the back of your head.

"Vikt-Mm."You moaned when he pulled you down to kiss him,the taste of both of your arousals mixing together. His free hand slid down your back,grabbing your ass roughly.

His large rough hands guiding you down on his still erect cock. Moans mixed together weren't enough to cover the sounds of your skin slapping when you began to ride him. Viktor's grip moved to your hips,tight and unrelenting to control your pace and movement.

"More."You panted,hands planting themselves firmly on his broad chest. "Harder,moy medved."You moaned,nails digging into his smooth skin. His hips thrust up to meet yours, his feet planted on the bed while you allowed him to pull your hips down with his tight grip.

The rough thrusts combined with his impressive length and girth was enough to bring forth your next orgasm,Viktors grip bruising when he pulled your hips down and held you there as he sat up straight.

"You feel so good,printsessa."He moaned, the man kissing his way up your chest to your neck."My pretty little prize."

A loud moan followed by your head thrown back as he continued muttering praises while he fucked into you hard and rough, soft bites and sucks into your skin only heightening your pleasure. Your hands held onto his broad shoulders to help you meet his movements, nails scratching down his back in pure bliss.

"Viktor."You cried,leaning your forehead against his. "Please."

"So pretty when you beg,printsessa."His deep, accented words sending a shiver down your spine. "Tell me what you want."

"I want.."You panted, eyes meeting his. "I want you to cum with me."

He felt you tighten around him, a loud growl filling the room. Your hands slid up his back,up his neck, to his cheeks to cup his face.

"Please,modved."You begged, kissing him desperately. The feeling of his chest brushing against your sensitive nipples sent electric shocks throughout your whole body. Your nails lightly scraped his scalp, tongue delving into his mouth.

"I'm close,printsessa."He groaned into your kiss, his pace becoming faster and more desperate.

"Cum with me, Viktor." You urged, eyes meeting his. "Please."

Viktors deep cry of pleasure matched yours in volume when you both came together. He leaned his forehead against your chest, your long hair cascading down your back with your hair thrown back in bliss.

You both panted in sync, Viktor sitting upright when realization struck him.

"Malyshka."His frantic gaze met yours, swallowing thickly.

"What's wrong?"You sat up, not paying attention to him still inside of you.

"We didn't use a condom."His wide eyes were full of realization and panic.

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stargirlfics · 3 years

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Red Hot Paradise

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Summary: Summer heat, cool waters and a handsome man all to yourself

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut: oral (female receiving), shower sex, biting kink, dirty talk

wrote this since mr. big nasty won’t quit thirst trapping on the gram lmao! enjoy!

You could get used to this

Laying out in the sun, the soft haze of sea breeze and laughter blanketing you

Florian’s hand on your thigh as you close your eyes and rest your head against his strong arms

The rich hue of your skin only glowing brighter, everything warm, relaxing, peaceful

This island and this particular man seemed to have that effect on you

“Wanna go for another swim?”

You hummed a yes, smiling at the deep voice next to your hear

He was doing this on purpose but wouldn’t admit to you

Florian had been trying to tease and fluster you since the moment he saw you in the swim suit you’d bought specially for this trip

And his antics were working because you had half a mind to drag him back to the room and unleash your pent up arousal

It started with flirty touches and compliments and steamy eye contact and then he asked you to help him apply sunscreen and then when you asked him to do the same his hands where being far too playful and frisky

And now he was showing off his thighs in the swim trunks he had on and you were trying to focus on relaxation and reading the book you brought along but he was quite literally a huge distraction every step of the way

Nonetheless you took his hand as you dipped back into the ocean, giggling when he drew you into his body and let you cling to him as you floated

The water felt amazing, so cool and blue and the sun added just the right touch of heat to make it perfect

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? I love how everyone stares at you when we go places but I’m the only one that gets to have you.”

As if you weren’t already head over heels

“You make me feel so lucky every single day, I swear. You’re the only one I want, and please, you’re such a giant I’m sure people are just staring at you actually.”

He laughed at that, splashing water at you and then planting his lips against yours, your body relaxing into his immediately

Nothing could beat this

🔥🔥🔥

After swimming and laying out on the beach for awhile longer neither of you could stand it anymore

Florian had practically ran with you back to the room, already pulling your swimsuit off only seconds before you closed the door

“So impatient. You’d think with all the teasing you were doing I’d be the one doing that.” you pushed at his chest, trying to challenge him

“Are you saying you don’t want me to fuck you anymore cause I bet if I just put my fingers…ah mhm, just like I thought, don’t play with me, baby.”

You gasped when you felt him pull you against his chest with one hand on your wrist and the other dipping into your swimsuit bottoms to rub your clit

He was so rude, so unbelievably rude in every way and you didn’t care about your pride anymore

And you didn’t need to tell him twice as he pulled you up and slung you over his shoulder, carrying you to the private shower that overlooked a view of the ocean

The warm spray of water washed over you as you faced the indigo tiles, sticking your ass out and muffling your gasps and moans against your arm as Florian was bent down, languidly lapping at your pussy

His beard tickled your soft skin and made you squirm until one of his big hands came down against your ass sharply

“You’re getting in the way of my meal, princess.”

Again, unbelievably rude

But you didn’t have time to whine about his sultry words before his face was buried between your thighs again, his tongue swirling around in a steady rhythm

Eventually he gave you what you really wanted, his hands gripping your hips as he eased you back onto his dick, letting you get used to the thickness

“That’s it, that what you wanted? Just wanted me to fill you up, cause you’re what, baby?”

“Cause I’m yours…oh god, more please.”

“Good girl.”

Florian fucked you good, his strong arms keeping you held up as you started to lose the ability to think straight

“Look so fucking pretty, baby. Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

Your back was pressed against his chest now, his eyes dark and focused on you as he pounded into you, right against that sweet spot

Eventually he just couldn’t help himself, pressing your body up against the tiles, laying into you while his teeth grazed against your shoulder, biting you there and smiling when you moaned even louder

He whispered such filthy things in your ear, telling you how much he wanted to ruin you, how good you felt squeezing around him, how he couldn’t wait to cum buried deep inside you

You were losing your mind in the best way, hardly aware of anything else outside what he was giving you and you loved it

“Turn around for me, wanna see you when you cum again.”

On shaky legs you did as he said, amazed at the way he lifted you so easily, your groans mixing with his in a filthy kiss as he slid back into you, only this this letting gravity do some of the work

He was deep inside you and the obscene sounds of your skin slapping against his and the slick heat of your pussy made your cheeks burn

“Please, fuck, fuck don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby. Want you too bad right now.”

His lips dipped down to lick and nibble at your chest, his strength and stamina knocking the air out of your lungs with each pointed thrust

And he kept his word, fucking you until you could barely keep your eyes open from exhaustion, but keeping you cradled in his arms all the while

This was exactly the way you wanted to spend the end of your summer and Florian had delivered tenfold

🔥🔥🔥

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think please!!! Reblogs and comments appreciated!

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zaddywilk · 4 years

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Tease

Florian Munteanu x black!reader

Word count- 3,357 (whoops, I may have gone a little overboard)

A/N- This is the first smut I’ve written in a very long time. Please be gentle 🥺

Warnings- 18+ Smuttttt, overstimulation, teasing (is that even a warning?), fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool).

Florian. Fucking. Munteanu.

Your boyfriend has no reason to be looking that damn good right now.

A slew of dirty thoughts ran through your mind as you continue to look at him while he got dressed. Thinking about how bad you wanted to stay in and not even go to the dinner you planned with your friends. No matter how good your manz looks, you know can’t break a promise.

You got out of bed and slipped on your new Savage X Fenty lingerie set and Fashion Nova black velvet dress you got the other day. You knew this dress would be perfect solely because Flo loves him some damn velvet.

https://www.fashionnova.com/collections/velvet/products/sugar-coat-velvet-dress-black

Once you were done putting on your makeup, heels, and fixing your curls, your boyfriend was now the one staring at you in admiration and a smidge of lust. Hazel eyes a little darker as he came up behind you to pepper soft kisses on your neck while he wrapped his arms around you.

“You look absolutely delicious, Prinţesă.” He said nuzzled in your neck as he gripped you tighter, eyes boring into yours.

Even in heels your boyfriend still towered over you like the giant he is. You sighed softly and closed your eyes as he went over that one spot he knew you loved so much, “Oh yeah? Are you hungry, baby?” You reply as you turn around and hook your arms around his neck, nails playing with the short hair he’d been growing out. The look in his eyes says it all. You guys might not make it to dinner after all. But you had another idea in mind.

“Then we better get going! Can’t keep them waiting. Plus, I haven’t even all day and I’m starving.” You said nonchalantly while you turned around to grab your purse as if you didn’t just get this man on brick mode in 2 seconds. Flo just looks at you in disbelief for a moment, mouth slightly agape but silently follows you to the car.

Ever the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for you, slapping your ass as you get into the car. You started thinking about your action plan for the night. Since Flo was usually the one to tease you while you were out and about, hand on your thigh, whispering in your ear, you figured it was time for a little role reversal. Connecting your phone to the car’s Bluetooth, you pull up your ‘Stripper Songs 💃🏽’ playlist, put your hand on Flo’s knee and settle in as Florian drives away.

Dance for you by Beyoncé came up on shuffle and you initiated your game plan. Singing along to the song you made sure to look directly at Florian as the lyrics tumbled off your tongue with ease. Grinding and rolling lightly in the seat as you not so subtly moved your hand up further his thigh. Florian’s eyes switch between the road and your movements. As he approached a red light you unbuckled your seatbelt and got next to his ear as you lowly sang along to the song.

Loving you is really all that's on my mind

And I can't help but to think about it day and night

I wanna make that body rock, sit back and watch

Tonight I wanna dance for youuuu

You made sure to drag out the ‘you’ while you ran your hand over your boyfriend’s hardening length as you slipped back into your seat. Flo was silent. Still flicking his eyes between you and the road as the light changed, jaw clenching and he gripped the steering wheel tighter. You smirked to yourself. This is going to be a fun night.

You guys finally pulled up to the restaurant your best friend Denise texted you the address to. Seems kinda boujee on the outside but you excitedly unbuckled your seatbelt nonetheless. Florian was right behind you, hand almost covering the entirety of your ass as you both stepped inside. The ambiance was classy, but not too serious. You scanned the room to find your friends and finally landed on the sight of Denise once you see her bright red bob. You pulled Flo over to your friends as Denise got up from the table to greet you guys.

You and Denise have been friends for years, meeting once you moved to LA to pursue your acting career, D was one of the only few people to be truly nice to you, eventually having you meet Michael and through Michael you met Flo. You gave a hug to both of your friends as you sat in the chair Florian had pulled out for you. You placed your hand on his leg again and you guys chatted for a bit, looking over the menu when the waiter came over and asked if you’d like some drinks to start off. Florian and Michael being the designated drivers, decided to opt for water while you and Denise settled on some Rosé and then you ordered your food.

Once your food got to the table your group conversation expectedly split off into two different conversations. One between the guys and one between the girls. While the guys were talking about their acting plans after Creed II, you had slid your hand a little further up Florian’s thigh. He jumped a little and stuttered in conversation because you had kept your hand in one place for so long, he had basically forgotten about it.

“Yo man, are you good?” Michael asked, seemingly confused.

“Oh yeah, just caught a little chill.” Florian responds, gripping your hand under the table. You stifle your laughter at his response as Denise continues her story about how she almost unknowingly auditioned for a porn film.

“So I got dressed up, went to this “audition”, saw the casting couch and felt a weird sense of déjà vu.”

“Hol up, D. How you know about the casting couch?” Michael asked.

Denise groaned, “Women can watch porn too, Jordan.”

As they continued their conversation about whether or not women watch porn, you continued going higher and higher on Flo’s thigh until you reached his length. He was hard.

Very hard.

Upon this realization you whispered in Flo’s ear, “Sometimes when you’re away and busy with interviews, I look at porn with guys that look like you,” you started as you palm him. “Tall, bearded, and muscular, although not as big and thick as you are. I get so wet just thinking about what you’d do to me if you had walked in on me playing with YOUR pussy. My fingers and toys don’t even compare to the real thing. I love it when you have me pinned down to the bed with your strong arms. I love how your beard feels in between my thighs. I love when you talk dirty to me in Romanian, not even using your voice but spelling out the words on my clit with your tongue. I could swear I died and went to Heaven.” You whisper.

“Eu iubesc mai ales când mă tratezi ca pe o doamnă în public, apoi mă futi ca o pornstar când ajungem acasă. Știu exact de ce te numesc Big Nasty.” That sent shivers up Florian’s spine. He knew you’d been practicing Romanian but he didn’t expect you to be so filthy so soon. He decided that that was the final straw. He takes out his wallet and throws his black card on the table as he takes your hand and stands up to leave.

“Woah woah Flo, you’re leaving? You’re not even done with your food.” Michael exclaimed unbelievably. A guy as big as Florian never leaves a plate with food on it.

“I have more pressing matters to attend to. Ask for boxes if you can and bring that and my card back to me tomorrow.” Flo said hurriedly, trying to conceal his straining dick as you gathered your purse and quickly said goodbye to D. And just like that, you were out the door.

“Damn, I wonder what’s gotten into him.”

“Negro are you dumb? It’s not what gotten into him but what’s about to get into Y/N,” Denise said, not even trying to hold back her laughter. “Oh well, homegirls gonna get dicked down and we get a free meal. I think this is a win win situation.”

Florian rushes back home, taking every opportunity he can to go as fast as possible. Normally, you’d be dreading the impending night you’d have for teasing Flo like that in front of your friends but right now you don’t care. Maybe it was the wine or the Fifty Shades of Grey soundtrack playing but you were extremely excited.

You got home not so surprisingly fast but surprisingly without a ticket. You rushed inside with Florian hot on your heels. Giggling as you made your way up the stairs, Florian catching up to you as he softly pushes you on the bed you open your legs a little wider to make room for him. “So Prinţesă, you think it’s funny to tease me like that while we’re with our friends? You’ve been a very bad girl since before we left. But instead of punishing you, you’re lucky I feel very giving. And plus, we missed out on dessert, so I’m still hungry.” Florian spoke lowly.

He pulled you down to the edge of the bed by your ankles and lifted up your dress. Even through your panties, he could tell that you were soaking wet. “You look absolutely mouth watering, Dragă.” He quickly said before ripping your lingerie. Your brand fucking new lingerie. You had half a mind to cuss his ass out but all thoughts went out the window as he put his mouth on you. A brief face of upset turned into a face displaying absolute pleasure. You quickly brought one hand to the back of his head as the other was brought up to your chest, slipping inside your dress to play with your nipples as Florian continued to work his wonderful mouth on you.

“F-Fuckkk Flo! More, please.” You moaned loudly. “Mai Mult? Orice pentru tine, prințesă.” Florian replied as he got his fingers wet with your juices. He slowly entered you, wasting no time going directly to your g-spot. You arched your back as you released a string of curses mixed with his name. His eyes never left you. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous right now. Your chest heaving, your head tilted back, eyes screwed shut, mouth open letting cute little sounds out along with your wondrous moans while grinding your pussy on his face. All this had him rutting into the sheets because seeing you get off got him off.

He added another finger and you could swear you were done for. Between the magic words he was whispering on your clit, the humming, the insane sharp shooting accuracy this man had with your g-spot, and the consistent eye contact, it would be any second now. “Vă pot spune cât de aproape sunteți, iubirea mea. Ți-ar plăcea cum? Faceți o mizerie pe mea fața și degetele, prințesă. Știu că asta vrei tu, dragă.” Florian said sweetly as he went back to work. You didn’t understand half of that sentence but it was enough to push you over the edge. Your legs shook as your hips buck wildly against your boyfriend as he kept licking and sucking up all you had to offer him but removing his fingers.

You shuddered as he continued. Head moving side to side as his tongue’s assault on your clit never let up, causing you to start to cum yet again. “Don’t-fuck, don’t stop! Oh God! Flo! I’m- I’m about to-.” a squeal escaped you as you clenched on nothing. Your second orgasm had you almost seeing stars. After cleaning you up again, he removed his lips from your clit and kissed up your body, removing the dress and bra you still had on. He looked at you hungrily for a moment before he attacked your lips as he palmed one of your breasts and tweaked your nipple. Removing his lips from yours, he focuses on littering your neck and collarbones with kisses and bites as his hand returns to back down to your clit, still sensitive from your powerful previous orgasms. You try to warn him about this but he ignores your unsuccessful attempt to get him to stop, instead, he goes faster. This orgasm coming a lot faster than the other due to your increased sensitivity but it was just as powerful. Leaving you a shaking panting mess beneath your boyfriend.

“That’s it, Dragă mea. You’re being so good for me. But I know you have a couple more in you by the way you were acting tonight.” Florian cooed softly in your ear as your panting lessened. Your eyes were heavy and your body was weak already. You were already ready to tap out, but mama ain’t raised no bitch so you try to keep up with your boyfriend’s evil intentions. He stood up to take off his pants and shirt and gently massaged your legs as he laid down on the bed, ushering you on top of his length. This man made you cum so hard just using his mouth and fingers you had almost forgot he had brought dick with him too.

He helped you raise up slightly as he pushed the tip into you, hissing at your tightness and extreme wetness. You fell forward a little on his chest as he entered you. Filling you up deliciously, it was almost unbearable. He helped guide you up and down his dick because he knew you couldn’t do it by yourself. His tip brushing over your g-spot over and over had you moaning his name repeatedly like it was the only word you knew. “That’s right baby, fuck, you feel so good for me. So fucking wet and tight for Daddy. I feel you squeezing my dick, are you close again baby?.” He asked as he kept bringing you down on his dick, harder and faster each time than the one before. At this point you couldn’t even properly speak because of the pleasure that was enveloping you so you just nodded and continued trying your best to ride him. He apparently didn’t like that because he slapped your ass and held your hips tight and he fucked up into you. You started moaning louder and louder, trying to string together a somewhat coherent sentence.

“D-Daddyyyy. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum-mm. Can I please cum? Please?” You begged, hips rotating as Florian continues to pound into you. “Go ahead, Prințesa. Cum on this dick, you’re doing so well for me.” Florian praises as he brings you back down on his length one last time, bringing your body close to his as you ride out the aftershocks your fourth orgasm.

He laid you down on the bed, a sweaty, shaking mess. But he still wasn’t done with you. “Flo baby, I, I don’t know how much more I can take.” You panted, trying to see if you can just go with four for the night.

“Uh-uh, Dragă, I know you have one more in you. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Florian kissed your lips softly as he entered you slowly, making sure to be cautious of your very heightened sensitivity. Slow, deep thrusts that made your toes curl with every stroke he delivered as he placed kisses all over your exposed chest. Soft moans exchanged between the both of you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You guys made love often but this felt completely different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but you felt completely wrapped in blanket of love and protection. Your hands on his face, legs around his waist, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. It gave you a new feeling. It made you feel warm, loved, and cherished. You loved this feeling.

Not only that, you could feel your orgasm approaching again. You moan rather loudly as you warn your boyfriend. You feel him twitch inside you and know that he’s close as well. He starts rubbing your clit as you rack your brain trying to piece together the last few words you know in Romanian that you know will send you both over the edge. You look deep into his eyes as your nails rake down his back.

“Sunt pe cale să cum. Te rog să mă completezi. Te iubesc. Am nevoie de tine. Vă rog. Vino cu mine.”

And with that utterance, Florian spills into you. The feeling of his warmth inside you coupled with him rubbing your clit was enough to push you over the edge one last time. Breathing heavily, you both let out a happy, euphoric sigh as you came down from your respective highs.

After a minute or two Florian moved off of you to grab a wet washcloth to clean you up, making sure to be careful. He also grabbed your makeup wipes and bonnet to help you get ready for bed because he knew you definitely wouldn’t be able to walk to the bathroom and do it yourself.

Once you were both cleaned up, he laid back beside you, stroking your arm as you started to drift into a peaceful slumber. Before dozing off you mumbled something he almost couldn’t make out, but once he did he gave a light chuckle in response.

“Remind me to tease you like that again If that’s what’s gonna happen.”

And just like that, you both were out like a light.

You woke up to your phone going off. 2 missed phone calls from Michael, a missed FaceTime call and 3 missed messages from Denise. You started to read the messages when another call from Denise started to come through.

“Hello?”

“Girl we’ve been callin yo ass for the past 10 minutes.”

“Sorry, I just woke up.” You look behind you to your sleeping boyfriend, the gentle giant, still snoozing peacefully.

“Damn bitch it’s 12:30, y’all left at 10. He really put it down on you last night, huh? Details later. We’re outside with your stuff, come get it.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a min.” You hung up and drug yourself out of bed and almost fell to the floor with the first step you took. Your legs were like complete Jell-O. “D has no idea how right she was.” You chuckled to yourself. You put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Flo’s gym shorts as you make your way to the door.

You finally made it down the stairs and to the door to be greeted by your two friends. You stood and talked for a couple minutes before you started to feel your legs buckle again. Before Denise has the chance to comment about your sexual conquest, you grab the boxes of food, Florian’s card, and told her you talk to her later. Quickly closing the door and hearing her laughter from the other side you make your way to the couch.

“Was that Michael and Denise?” You heard Florian ask as he can down the stairs clad in some black sweatpants. How can he manage to look so fine just waking up? You question internally.

“Yeah, dropping off our stuff.” You say as you give him the food to put away with a good morning peck.

You start to relax in the sofa until you hear Florian in the kitchen.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” He yelled, causing you to jump a little.

“What? What is it baby?” You asked, concern in your voice.

“This damn bill is $200! Looks like D and Michael got another entree to take home and dessert after we left.”

You didn’t even try to hold back your laughter because that sounds exactly like something they’d do. As you watched him head back upstairs to call and tell off Michael, you turned on the T.V. and pulled out your phone to Google ‘Wheelchair stores near me’ because you know you’ll need one for the rest of the day.

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Translations:

Prinţesă- Princess

Eu iubesc mai ales când mă tratezi ca pe o doamnă în public, apoi mă futi ca o pornstar când ajungem acasă. Știu exact de ce te numesc Big Nasty- I especially love when you treat me like a lady in public, then fuck me as a pornstar when we get home. I know exactly why you're called Big Nasty.

Dragă- Darling

Mai Mult? Orice pentru tine, prințesă- More? Anything for you, princess

Vă pot spune cât de aproape sunteți, iubirea mea. Ți-ar plăcea cum? Faceți o mizerie pe mea fața și degetele, prințesă. Știu că asta vrei tu, dragă- I can tell you how close you are, my love. Would you like that? Make a mess on my face and fingers, princess. I know that's what you want, darling.

Sunt pe cale să cum. Te rog să mă completezi. Te iubesc. Am nevoie de tine. Vă rog. Vino cu mine- I'm about to cum. Please fill me up. I love you. I need you. Please. Come with me.

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stripper-patrick · 3 years

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Get You ☔️ Florian Munteanu

Warnings: language, implied smut, use of n word, little bit of tension, lots of sexual tension

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

“Y/N over here” my best friend China waves me down. I see her boyfriend Florian there and he greets me with a wide smile. China’s sister India is sitting next to her and she nods as I get to the table. I sit in the high chair across from Florian. I will admit I’ve always found him attractive but what girl wouldn’t? His pretty hazel eyes and built shape. The fact that I know for one he’s down for the swirl but for two he can pick someone up of a larger size just has my panties soaking. But nonetheless that’s my best friends man. The problem is I’m not sure how long they’ll be together seeing as she changes niggas like panties.

“How’ve you’ve been?” He asks

“I’ve been good all I do is work so it’s nice to come out and enjoy the day with y’all. What about you how’s fighting” Florian is a well established boxer

“Great I fight this weekend which I’m ready for” I nod “which I wanted to talk to you about my managers wife is having a baby on Thursday and I was hoping you could come with me during my fight. You could help with negotiations and furthermore you speak French”

“Yea that’s perfect when are we leaving and coming back? I’ll have to let work know”

“Jesus you practically have to make a 2 weeks notice with her” India says. I never really cared for India cause she say a lot of slick shit but that’s my best friends sisters so I just went along with it. But best believe I’m not one for all the arguing.

“Well that’s what happens when you all you do is stack money” I shrug. She stares at me wildly and I shake my head chuckling to myself.

“uh Yea we leave Thursday night and come back Tuesday. The fight is on Saturday in Paris”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to go to France”

“Wait wait wait why didn’t you ask my sister?” India asks

“Because he asked me” I retort getting irritated. Home girl keep thinking she can say the slick shit and get away with it

“He asked me but I can’t take off” China says sipping her mimosa. I’m looking her way and I feel eyes on me so I look over at Florian who’s eyes are indeed on me. He doesn’t hold back when I look at him. Instead a smirk perks on his lips and I feel butterflies erupting in my stomach.

“Is it gonna be all work or can we go to like a French bar?” I ask jokingly

“No we’ll definitely have time to sightsee and do things”

“Ok good I’m excited” I smile “um I should order the plane ticket now huh?”

“No need I already paid”

“Oh well thanks I’ll give you the money back just let me know” he chuckles shaking his head

“Y/N you’re good don’t worry about it” I shake my head knowing I’ll lose the fight of trying to repay him. My mind wanders to his tongue. I wonder how good his tongue is since he’s so skilled in speaking. My thighs unconsciously clamp together and I bite my lip staring at my plate. I feel someone watching so I look back up directly at Florian who has the smallest smirk on his face. He may not know exactly what I was thinking but I’m sure he had a good idea of what and who it was about.

....

We’re all finished and now we’re just at the car and Florian comes over to me. His hands in his pockets, smile on his face and sunglasses hiding those gorgeous eyes.

“So are you ready to take over France?”

“More than ready I’m so excited”

“Good. I think we’ll have a lot of fun together” he bites his lip and I blush licking my glossed lips.

“I think we will too”

“Florian let’s go. I have to get to target before they close”

“Ok” he nods “I’ll see you on Thursday”

“See you then”

#fluff #florian munteanu x reader #florian munteanu #big nasty #Florian Munteanu smut #part 1

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thefantasyride · 5 years

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Birthday Boy

Florian Munteanu x Black reader

Just a quick headcanon/imagine for Romanian bae’s birthday. 💛 @l-auteuse @themyscxiras @blowmymbackout @jbrizzywrites @titty-teetee

You guys go out for dinner and you’re dressed up in this because you wanted to show skin and be extra even though the temperature has dropped.

You order something light like salmon and veggies, but Flo is extra and orders a big ass steak. You surprise him with a few pairs of sneakers, a pair of boxing gloves and some new chains and he loves every single gift.

He posts a few pics and videos on IG of you guys at dinner and his gifts.

You guys get a dessert to share and you get wine drunk and laugh with him at dinner the entire time.

He’s super handsy and touchy feely in the car on the way back to the room since you have your thighs and tits out on full display.

You decide to hop in the hot tub once you get back to the hotel to cap the night off with more dessert and wine because why not?

You relax between his legs and run your fingers over his beard as you peck his lips and rub his chest.

“Did you enjoy your day babe?”

“Yeah I did. I can’t complain.”

“Good!”

The wine starts kicking in and you start kissing his neck and he starts rubbing and squeezing your ass as he kisses you.

One thing leads to another and you guys are getting naked in the jacuzzi. He removes your bikini top and unties your bikini bottoms.

You lift up and slide down onto him as you arch your back and he kneeds your ass before slapping both cheeks.

You hiss and moan as you take him deeper, running your nails over his chest and squeezing his arms as you bounce up and down his length.

Florian moans and grunts as he grips your ass when you start rolling your hips.

“Shit, Y/N!”

Your legs began to tremble once you feel your release near.

“I’m cumming babe! Oh my God I’m gonna cum!”

You two release at the same time and your tongues intertwine as you both come down from your high.

You look up at him with a smirk on your face before biting your lip.

“Round 2 in the shower?”

“Hell yeah... Come on.”

He picks you up in one sweep to head to the shower to do it all over again.

ANDDDDD..... SCENE! 😂 Let me know what you think! 😊

#florian munteanu x reader #florian munteanu smut #florian munteanu x black reader #florian munteanu imagines #Florian Munteanu headcanons #florian munteanu x oc #florian munteanu fanfiction

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blkgirlcafe · 3 years

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Professor Nasty Pt. 2

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Rough 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 @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.”

#Florian #florian munteanu smut #florian x reader #florian x black!reader #creed #smuttywriter

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