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Grill Em’

Marshawn Lynch starring as Deshawn (D.J)

You starring as Yourself

Summary: You go to a party that quickly grows bored until a blast from the past becomes a blast into the future.

This fic contains: foul language, stronggg sexual content, heavy amounts of negro tongue, teeny tiny mentions of violence.

Official Soundtrack Found Here💫

Warning!⚠️ This is for the niggas- i mean nigga people.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair

A/N: Sooooooo, my first fic! i truly wanna thank @megamindsecretlair for sticking with me and just being a good ass moot🥹🥹🥹 i deadass real life love you girl♥️♥️♥️

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She sat on the couch at the house party she was invited to, already bored of the party since the three she came with either is drunk playing a drinking game, or dancing with and/or fucking a random dude they met, she aint judge though, they were her girls either way. Sipping on her Sprite mixed with cran mango, she scoped the party for anything that would be entertaining for her appeal but to no avail, not even a man fine enough was good to approach, lord knows she needed to get laid, and soon.

She rose from the couch and walked into the kitchen to refill her drink. She couldn’t help but feel a set of eyes on her, watching her every move the minute she stepped foot into the small kitchen. She sat her cup down and searched for the 2-liter Sprite that was sitting on the counter at least 30 minutes ago, “Fuckin’ lean sippin ass niggas…” she mumbled under her breath as she walked over to the refrigerator when she felt the pair of eyes grow stronger.

“What's wrong with lean sippin’ ass niggas?” a familiar voice boomed in the kitchen making her jump towards the voice. She looks up as she looks at the man.

“DJ?” she questioned as she further studied his face, from the freshly done retwist to his semi-grown beard down to his thick full lips, this nigga aged very fucking well since the last time they had seen each other and it was turning her all the way on. “The one n’ only ma,” he replied with a southern drawl in his voice either a Texas accent or a Louisiana accent, either way, it didn’t matter it suited him. “But what about us ‘lean sippin mu’fuckas?’

“Y'all drank all the Sprite, how the hell am I supposed to make my drink now?”

“Try some of this grown-man candy right’chea, you might like it.” DJ smiled, swirling his cup around,

“Boy, quit tryna convert me into some shit that’s not very Christian-like!”

“Girl, you was talking about how you could take sausage young as hell. Nun of you is Christian.” he snapped back, making them both chuckle.

She couldn’t believe that he still remembered that part of their whole time in school together, between his friends bullying her and her just minding her own business, she was the fat boulder on the size of the road that kids would gawk at and adults would bring up in small conversations.

His eyes wandered around all over her body making her face heat up and go back to looking for the sprite. Footsteps can be heard before DJ hovers behind her, pressing himself into her as he reaches over her and grabs the unopened Sprite on top of the refrigerator. She looks and almost collapses to her knees outta embarrassment, if she wasn't so damn short, half of her problems would be solved by now.

“Thank you, that was very kind of you.” She said, swiftly grabbing the 2 liter out of his hand.

“Anytime mamas, where yo friends at? I know you didn’t come here all by yoself.” He questioned while maintaining eye contact.

Eye contact was a nigga’s weakest point, especially his eyes. His eyes hung low from sipping his drink and to see her better, but nothing could hide his dark brown eyes. His eyes smiled so he didn’t have to but he did anyway, showing his bottom row was now covered in gold, and that made him even sexier.

“Why is yo’ fatass in the refrigerator? This is not your house.” A voice from a man nearly startled her and DJ, wiping the smirk he earned off of his face as they snapped their necks toward his way.

“I was looking for the damn sprite because as you can see,” she motions towards the empty 2 liter, “It’s all gone.”

“Still does not explain why the fuck you are in the fridge. If yo ass is hungry, you can take yo ass to the fuckin’ food table.”

She sighed in disbelief that she was now in this situation. She wasn't the same little girl who would cry and run away, she could finally stand her own ground. But she didn't need to because as soon as she found the words to say, DJ's fist was already connected to the man’s face.

Ou’s and Ah’s started to fill the small kitchen as everyone gathered around to see the fight between them ensue, everyone pushing and shoving to get a better look. She sat there panicking, thinking about how to break up a fight without getting hit in the crossfire, only the Lord knows how many times she walked out of fights she wasn’t in with either a black eye or swollen cheek.

She covered her face and switched up her voice, “THEY GOT A GUN!” she yelled as people hurried and scuffled away from the fight. She found the perfect window to grab DJ’s arm and run out of the house. “What car you driv-“ She started before he quickly dragged her to his car, not remembering when he grabbed her arm, too much was going on to keep attention on anything. He dragged her to his 2015 Chevy Tahoe and opened the passenger door.

“Hop’on in” he finally spoke, shaking her a little. She followed his command as she hopped into his car, he gave her a once over to make sure she was good before closing the door and jogging to the other side, hopping in and speeding down the back street.

Silence. The truck was filled with silence from when they pulled off to the stoplight on the street, and they left the party 20 minutes ago. With Grill ‘Em by Pretty Ricky booming through the speakers, the music finally lowered.

“I know it wasn’t a gun at that party.” he broke the silence which released some tension from the truck.

“I'm glad you know it,” she sighed, feeling the relief. “But you need to get checked out by someone. Yo knuckles don't look good from where I’m sittin’” She pointed out looking at his bruised knuckle that was nothing but purple and dark red.

He lifted his hand to check out the bruises he had gained from the fight, a little bleeding here and there and swelling but ain’t nun time can't heal. While keeping one hand on the steering wheel he dug into his pocket to grab something, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill, he gave it to her.

“Ion need it—” she stated, pushing it away only to make him push it further into her hand as he pulled into the local 24-hour corner store parking lot. He put the car in park and shut the car off.

“You ain’t paying for my fuckin doing.” He stated sternly, “You taking that and that’s final.” He calmly said as he sat further back in his seat. She jerked her head back a little before hopping out, adjusting her jacket before speeding walking towards the door.

The whole walk throughout the store was on autopilot mode, grabbing things, necessities to clean DJ’s hand, snacks, and drinks they may want all while rushing to get back to the truck. All she could think of was how this night was going to turn out and if this whole thing would go south or not, part of her wanted it to just end quickly to save confrontation.

Confrontation was something she hated in the whole wide world, well, next to loud chewers. If anything can get her out of a situation, she was going to use it one way or another, because why the fuck do people want to talk all the damn time? we just need peace and move on!

She pays for the stuff as she walks out of the store to see smoke coming from his truck and weed filling her nostrils, setting her at ease.

She locked eyes with him as he propped himself back up from slouching in his seat with the blunt in his injured hand, smiling at her from afar. Smiling back, she walked towards his side of the truck and took the blunt out of his hand,

“You wanna be the black Superman for me n’ shit and yo ass gone smoke?” she sternly spoke as she crossed her arms, taking a long, well-needed hit. “With the hand I gotta fix at that?”

“Damn ma, I’m sorry,” he said in defeat before throwing his hands up.

It's something about that ‘ma’ word that just made her melt where she stood, especially from a good deep voice like his, makes her wanna drop her panties from where she was standing, and somehow she felt he knew that.

“Mhm, sure you is.” She laughs before setting the bags down by his feet.

“Can I at least have my shit back? You not gone pay to get me another gram.”

She started to dig in her pockets to give him his change as payment before he leaned forward and yanked her hand out of her pockets. “You bet not give me no money, I’ll toss yo lil ass to New Mexico.”

She wanted to fight back but he placed his finger on her lips, “Don’t fight it, I said what I said .”

Normally, she would fight against this with all of her inner brat power, but she didn't want to, the feeling of someone being dominant excited her, someone who could tame her, but in her mind she was untameable, so she talked her shit.

“Mhm, whatever dickface.” she joked as she passed him his blunt back. She gestured to him to give her his hand, taking off her jacket in the process. He took his jacket off and gave her his hand. She took his hand and examined his hand for any further bruises, being careful with his soft hands not to cause any more pain to it. With music playing in the background, she took some alcohol wipes she bought to softly wipe his knuckles.

“Ah,” he whined as the alcohol stings his skin.

“Sorry.”

“Quit apologizin’,” he reassured before taking a pull from his blunt, turning his head so he wouldn’t blow smoke in her face.

She nodded her head as continued to tend to wounds. Silence fell between the two as the music continued bumping lowly through the speakers, the feeling of all the questions bubbling in her stomach, reaching and clawing up towards her throat ready to be spat out. It was making her feel uneasy, ‘why did you do that?’, ‘Why did you stand up for me like that?’,

“Why couldn’t you do that when we were in high school?” she randomly blurted, shooting her face up as she met his confused eyes, confirmation she really just asked that.

‘Cat’s outta the fuckin’ bag now’ she thought, bracing herself for what was going to transpire. He looked caught on his words, not knowing what to say or how to answer this question, it was like he was hurt at the sudden boldness from her.

“Ion really kno,” He started, “Ion know why I didn't, but I'm sorry.” he continued to express how he felt and it made her feel terrible.

All kinds of thoughts were running through her head, thoughts on how she should have never brought this up, thoughts on how she should’ve dead it before things got too deep, before he fucked his hand up in honor to defend her. All of her thoughts went silent as he cupped her face, caressing her cheek with his thumbs.

Her heart was beating a mile a minute at the touch of his soft hands on her face, blinking back to reality, she set her attention on his lips as he was about to speak.

“The shit dem niggas put you through wasn't cool, but them was also my niggas and I semi-contribute into it by not stopping it.” He confessed to her, inching closer to her face,

“You don’t know how many times I wish I stood up for you, watching the girl I liked get bullied by niggas who was so damn immature, niggas that was my niggas”

She fought some tears away listening to his confession, she didn’t know how to feel about all of the information she just got- liked?

“Yes, liked— like? love? Ion fuckin know it’s all coming back to me,” DJ managed to blabbed before uncupping her face and looking at his bandaged hand.

“I’m not done fixing it Deshawn,” she said, reaching out for his hand.

“If you kiss it, it’ll be all better.” He joked as he tossed their jackets in the back part of the truck. “Hop in, we going back to my place.”

She nodded as she packed the stuff back into the bag and tossed it to her side, closing the door, she finally let out the smile she'd been hiding since they left the party as she skipped to the other side and hopped in.

They pulled up to an apartment complex and drove to one of the buildings in the back. It was pitch black due to not much traffic, but it wasn’t forgotten since it was spotted lights on in the building. He pulled into a parking spot closest to the door and shut off the truck.

The truck fell silent as the song hummed out of the speakers, the both of them sat calmly in their spot not knowing when to spark up the convo.

She turned her body to face him, feeling her face heat and her throat filled with word vomit. Word vomit wasn’t something she wanted nor needed to pop out right now, it just wasn’t the right time for her weirdness to pop out.

“We don't have to go in,” he started, turning his head towards her as he pulled the corner of his mouth up into a smirk “We can stay out here if you want, chill, listen to music, or what-”

She turned up the music to drown him out, they did enough talking for one night as she was stuck on information she learned, I mean him, outta ALL people, liked her? and one of her crushes liking her back? It’s like the fat god blessed her with a rare blessing.

She grabbed his face and smushed her face into his. The feeling of their soft lips colliding set them both at ease. She settled into the kiss as the music grew louder,

💫Boy, I know you can't help but to be yourself 'round me Yourself 'round me, now And I know nobody's perfect, so I'll let you be, I'll let you be It's the way you wear your emotions on both of your sleeves, ah-ah-ah To the face you make when I tell you that I have to leave, ooh-ooh But I like it, baby, ooh, I like it, baby But I like it, baby, 💫

He broke the kiss, forcing her eyes open and looking into his eyes and all she could read was lust, but he was hesitant, hesitant that he’d scare her off.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, looking at her lips before looking into her fuck-me eyes, “Are you ok with what might happen?”

“Yes.” was all that was needed to escape her lips for him to slowly undress her, finishing what they started. He went to lift her shirt and she stopped him.

“Can we keep the shirt on?” she asked, hoping not to ruin the mood between the two.

Being fat was a hugeee roller coaster on the mental state, days she loved her body, days she hated it, days she wished something drastic would happen to where she could lose weight.

The car fell silent and it was uncomfortable, an uncomfortable silence she hated, making her want to climb out of this truck and into her early grave.

“Come to the back.” he finally spoke, putting a little fear in her heart.

“I’m Sorry! we can-“ She started but he was already on his way into the backseat.

She sighed as she opened the door, hopping out of the front seat and into the back.

“I don’t care about you wanting to keep your shirt on, I just want full access.” He reassured before grabbing her by her waist, dragging her over to him so she would straddle him.

She felt a wave of nervousness wash over her a bit. Being hit with what was actually happening in the moment was kind of embarrassing for her but she didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“You nervous?”

“Can you blame me?”

“Nawl not really. but yeen gettin’ my penis! what kind of whore you do take me for?!” He joked which made them both laugh, setting her overly excited nerves at ease. “I gotta take you out onna date, get to know you all over again, know your likes n’ dislikes,” He spoke with intentions, caressing her legs that rested on his.

He continued to blab but she tuned him out. She couldn't help but fall in love with this man, even though she knew she shouldn’t be, she was thinking with her pussy and not her mind, so decisions weren’t supposed to be made.

She silenced him by pressing her lips on his which were freshly wet by him licking his lips. Being careful not to break the kiss, she started to take off her jeans which were soaked in between her legs.

He broke the kiss to help her take them off, “Damn ma, you this wet for me? Soakin’ up my sweatpants n shit.”

They both smiled at each other ever so innocently. She saw a glint of his gold grills and it made her pool even more. She was a sucker for grills, something about a nice piece of jewelry covering a nigga teeth, the most beautiful thing god has gifted black men.

He placed his head in the crook of her neck, sucking and licking on the skin of her neck. She threw her head back to give him better access while grinding on his lap slowly. She didn’t know which sex demon was controlling her but she liked it.

He gripped her hips and moved her hips for her, quickening her pace. He lifted one hand off her hip and grabbed her chin, making her look at him “Better ride it like you love me mamas, show me you love me.” He groaned as he returned his hand to where it was.

She rolled her hips on him as he moved his hips underneath her. Moans and groans filled the truck corner to corner, flowing with the music, damn near matching the beat.

💫Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it, But I sure know how to fuck, I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you, I can't promise that I'll be good to you ’Cause I had some issues, I won't commit No, not having it, But at least I can admit that I'll be bad no to you (to you) Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you (is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it, but I sure know how to fuck-💫

She started jerking her legs as a familiar feeling surrounded the lower part of her body. “Chase it, baby,” He growled, gripping her neck as he maintained eye contact with her, chasing her orgasm, she finally found the right pace for her as she shook violently as her orgasm came, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He raised his hands to her waist to hold her in place. “Good job ma, good job.”

She didn’t know where that came from, whatever kind of sex demon just possessed her into doing all of that but it felt good, made her feel powerful, but physically weak since she never experienced this.

He gently laid her between the driver and the passenger seat and rested her on the armrest, kissing her as he placed her down ever so gently.

“Please, Give m-” she tried to fight but was quickly silenced by his trail of kisses down to her pussy.

He kissed her pussy through her soaked panties from top to bottom, he leaned up as he placed his hand on it, pressing his thumb on her still sensitive clit. He smirked as she gasped and shot her head up.

“Relax na, you in the hands of a real nigga na.” He said in an evil tone, lowering his head to be face to face with her entrance. He pulled her panties up only a little bit, just enough to free her pussy, continuing to place kisses all over her.

“Look at her, just begging to be eaten. Looking so fuckin pretty, I hope she tastes as good as she looks” He praised as he dove in.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, running away from him which in result, made him hold her in place as he finally came up for air.

“Fuck, you taste good. Please let me have some more.” He asked but he wasn’t asking as he went back in for more, tracing circles around her clit and lightly suckling on it.

She grabbed his dreads and played with them while pushing his head down to get him in a better position and it worked. He placed a few more kisses down there before he rose up with the most handsome, evil grin.

He grabbed her panties to finish taking them off and threw them on the floor in the front seat. “Whatcha running for? I ain't even give you the real thing.”

“I’m scared of what that will be like.” she panted, which made them both of them giggle.

He took his shirt off and spread her legs, hooking them to the headrest. She looked at his body and man, was this man some kind of sexy. His abs were toned, his muscles perfectly sculpted, both coated with sweat just ready to be wiped or licked off, either one didn’t matter.

He thrust himself against her pussy which made her reach for the sky.

“Ou, Jesus Fuckin’ Christ” she cried as he rocked his hips slowly against her.

“He can’t do nun for you ma, it’s just me n’ you against the world right now,” He said with hunger in his voice, making her clench and unclench on nothing

The truck was rocked with moans and groans and two human beings souls made love without making any.

He leaned down to place kisses on her cheek and then kisses on her lips.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m bout to-” she tried to warn him but he already knew what was about to happen as he quickened his pace.

“I know baby, Let me have it. Let me have all of it.” He growled, pressing his thumb on her clit, making circles on it, damn near spelling words.

She felt her body give him all she had, as he rocked his hips one last time before his pants got completely soaked with her juices.

He fell back into the backseat as both of their panting and inconsistent breathing synchronized.

“Damn, ruined my pants.” he joked as laughter replaced their uneven breathing. He didn’t really care about the pants for real, he could always buy new ones.

He grabbed her gently and rested her on top of him until she gained her strength back. Nothing could have prepared her for how this night turned out, what started uneventful, turned into a night passion, deepening their bond.

She rested in his lap as the music soothed her. He placed a kiss on her temple which made her give him a sheepish smile, falling deeper into sleep.

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18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩

Rio x Black female reader

5k words (I tried for shorter...it didn't work....I'm not sorry.)

Good Girls belongs to Jenna Bans. My heart belongs to Mr. Rio No Last Name & these stories belong to me.

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Beautifully framed outside your huge living room window was a gorgeous Sunday in the city of Detroit. It was early afternoon and spring was showing out. The mature trees in the neighborhood had turned green overnight. The flowers that lined your walkway were awake again and blooming in vivid color but inside your house it was bleak - your man was livid.

Rio stopped pacing and texting to watch you stroll through the front door without a care in the world - as if he hadn’t been trying to locate you for almost an hour. As if he hadn’t been blowing you up for the full 50 minutes since you and your three girlfriends disappeared from the new restaurant where you were having brunch. All smiles, you waved at your ride and closed the door.

With a minute shifting of his jaw back and forth, he skipped past any kind of greeting to direct a loaded question at you, “How exactly did you get here?”

You blinked at his question, coyly tipping your head to the side as if you couldn’t think of a single reason why he would ask it. “Uber. With Faith, Saaniah and--.”

Rio tucked his chin down slightly raising his eyebrows. Taking in a deep breath through his nostrils, he hoped he didn’t hear you right. “You took an…Uber?”

“Uber Black.” You corrected, watching his eyes harden even more. “Don’t worry, it was on Toni’s account.”

Your glimmer of a smile had him cupping his chin and rubbing his beard so hard it looked like he might scrub a bald spot in it. That thought produced an image in your head that bubbled up a giggle you were far too intoxicated to suppress. Hearing it, Rio’s eyes widened, eyebrows shooting to the sky.

Strike one.

You flounced by him with your pink and white polka-dot sundress swishing on your thighs. Your heels clickity-clacked on the granite tile as you made your way to the kitchen, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent space. His head turned slowly and disbelief creased his forehead as he clocked every step of your unsteady walk, fuming at the amused smile still playing on your lips.

Rio’s mind was going a mile a minute trying to determine why you had slipped away from your assigned driver and had gotten in an Uber…with a stranger. You never acted like this - callous about your safety, disregarding the rules you both lived by and for what - to just come home? Moving to join you in the kitchen, his dark eyes burned a hole in the side of your head as you briefly studied the contents of the fridge and a picked out a bottle of water. Setting his feet in a wide stance, Rio eyed you with his lips pressed tight in anger.

“Lemme get this straight,” his voice came out in a rasp so tight it sounded like his vocal cords might snap from the strain. “You vanished from the restaurant. You lit as hell right now. And you think this is…some kinda funny?”

His phone buzzed and just as he dug in his pocket to answer it, you in your infinite wisdom decided to respond.

“I’m sorry....sir.” Another giggle accompanied the half salute you directed his way and he paused giving you a frosty look before putting the phone to his ear.

Strike two.

Without uttering a greeting, he snapped at the caller coldly. “Nobody moves. Imma hit you right back.”

He never took his eyes off of you as he disconnected the call and tossed the phone on the counter. Finally, your mimosa-addled brain could see the real anger in his face. Rio walked up on you so quickly that your stumble-step backward almost put you on your backside.

“Aight, so just so we’re clear,” his voice was gravel, heating your face. “It’s funny that you got my guys out here lookin’ for you?” He screwed up his face into a look of amusement mixed with disgust, ducking his head lower to force eye contact, not allowing you to look away. “That’s funny, yeah?”

For the life of you, you can’t remember why you and your girls thought it would be so hilarious to ditch the new guy. You would have never tried that with Mick. God, how many mimosas and champagne jello shots had you tossed back? Obviously, too many.

“And then what, huh?!” His voice was straining from trying to keep his volume at a reasonable level, but even more so from denying himself the rising need to shake the stupid out of you. Raising his eyebrows, he rushed his words, stumbling over a few. “You…you figured on top of all that, it would what? Be cute to turn your locator off? Huh?! To not answer yo fuckin’ phone?!”

Looking up into his frowning face you remembered how you and your girls were all howling with laughter at the faces Faith made every time your phone rang and then hers. How she held it up showing that it was Rio, then Mick then Rio again. How many calls was it? You can’t recall but there wasn’t a damn thing funny now. At this point, his aggressive nearness had you bent slightly backward over the counter and the muscles in your back and thighs were starting to burn. You knew you should apologize, but Rio was so deep in your personal space, even breathing didn’t seem like a good idea.

Strike three.

Losing the grip he had on the self control he had initially imposed on himself, his facial features hardened and he exploded in the face of what appeared to be an unapologetic silence.

“You think this shit’s a game!? Where’s your fuckin’ head at, huh?!” Thumping his index finger on the side of his head, his scowl was fierce. “You….were MISSING!”

You jumped at his shout, unprepared for him to snatch your water bottle from the counter and whip around to throw it. It burst open on impact with the living room wall, spraying water everywhere. The sheer force of it knocking the wide mirror near there to the floor with a crash. Spinning back around, he was blind to the alarmed look on your face by his own emotions. His phone buzzed again, vibrating on the counter and you both looked at it - you with wide eyes and his with annoyance at the interruption. Just as you managed to get your brain and vocal chords to agree on something to say, he picked it up.

“Chris, I…,” you squeaked out but he had already dropped his gaze and turned his back to you.

He spoke low, regaining his practiced casual calm with each syllable he spoke. “Yeah, yeah…...She’s here..…..No, tell everybody to go home, yeah?…...Naw, take off….Right…..Tell ‘em to take the day or somethin’, aight?”

You had barely shifted your position, standing up straight to relieve your back when he turned back to you, his dark eyes pinning you in place. “I gotta handle this shit here…Naw, we good…..Bet.”

We good… He may have said the words but his face said otherwise.

Ending the call, he placed his phone back on the counter. He kept his eyes on it for a moment, pulling himself back from his emotions - straightening his shoulders and taking a deep breath through his nose. You had seen him do it a hundred times, but never because of you. Running his hand over his facial hair again, he licked his lips slow - tucking them in and biting the inside of his bottom lip before pressing you further.

“So you just wanted me thinkin’ something happened to you?” His voice came out flat and emotionless. “That’s what we doin’ now?”

You stood there frozen with guilt as he stepped back into your personal space, his scent hitting you as hard as his anger. Rio blinked slow and lowered his volume even more. His next words drug out from the depths of his vocal chords in bass so coated with rasp and irritation, he was almost difficult to understand. “You ain’t got nothin’ to say to me, ma?”

His tone, raw with anger and hurt had your heart beating double time. “Baby,I…I’m so sorry.”

Rio blinked three times at finally hearing remorse in your voice, giving the apology you should have given the second you walked in the door.

“Chris?” You could feel the anger and something else coming off of him in a waves that rolled your stomach. “I didn’t think that y’all would--”.

“Oh, I know,” he snapped, cutting you off. “I know you didn’t think! What else were we supposed to do, huh?! Just sit on our asses?! You were gone!”

You wanted to touch him. To place your hand on his chest if only to calm him, to bring him back to you. “But I wasn’t! I was just--.”

“You WERE!”

Jerking away from you, the vein at his temple stood out. He slapped the back of one hand into the palm of the other emphasizing his words and raised his shoulders high, no longer camouflaging what your little joke had cost him. “You were missing TO ME! DAMN! What’s the matter with you that you can’t get that?! YOU! WERE! GONE!”

The look on his face tore your heart in half, shaming you. Anger, fear and worry was what you had heaped onto him. Shit! Rushing forward you grabbed his t-shirt, yanking him close despite his attempts to brush you off, “Okay! Okay! But I’m right here though! Look at me!”

He stopped pulling away, but he still averted his eyes, refusing to look at you. His voice came out deadly quiet, terse. “You had me fucked up.”

The way he delivered those five words brought tears to your eyes. The way he kept his gaze staunchly focused away from you, turned you cold. You quickly locked your arms around his neck, refusing to let him walk away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered urgently, confessing you were at fault. “I fucked up, Christopher. I’m so sorry.”

Not knowing what else to do you said it again and again, until he finally looked down at you. The way he wet his lips was an automatic response to your nearness. Leaning up on your toes, you breathed the heartfelt apology near his mouth but his palms sliding down your arms were giving you a false hope of reconciliation. Without warning, he yanked your hands from his body, pulling a gasp of shock out of you. Gripping your wrists to hold you back and away from him, Rio glowered down into your startled, wide eyes. His jaw ticked, clenching and releasing. Silent, he stared at you, trying to read you like he would a stranger or worse yet an adversary. His mind was racing wondering if something was broken between you two that caused you to do this - needing to know if he could still trust you. This time he didn’t look away, he let you see it. His dark eyes showcased his disappointment and he was forcing you to face it - to feel it.

“You had me fucked up!”

“I know.…I get it. I do, love.” You could feel him still analyzing, looking for something to tell him why it happened. “Chris…let go.” Your eyes flicked to his familiar tattooed hand, the one that held your face so lovingly everyday, gripping your wrist. “This ain’t us, baby. This ain’t us.”

Loosening his hold on you, his scowl lessened in increments and you inched your body closer accordingly. When he let go, you didn’t attempt to touch him again. You could barely stand it, the wall he put up, the way he was looking at you. All you wanted was to for him to hold you, to tell you that you were forgiven but there was no way you could ask for that. Not when it was you who had foolishly done the hurting.

Tucking his hands in his pockets, Rio walked away from you - out of the kitchen and into the living room. Silent, he stood facing the wall that had received his wrath. Looking down at his fragmented reflection in the cracked face of the fallen mirror he let out an audible, self-centering exhale and rolled his shoulders. From the kitchen, you got a good look at him for the first time since you walked in. He was wearing black joggers with a drawstring and a snug black tee. His feet were bare, no jewelry - he was dressed for a rare day at home. You closed your eyes while regret rushed emotions through your alcohol-soaked system because for the first Sunday since the New Year began, he had carved out time off to be with you. And you had ruined it.

The tension in the house was still buzzing but you went to stand near him anyway. In the silence, you touched his arm. He tensed, frowning at your hand. Resolute, you moved in front of him. He looked into your eyes needing to see your intentions and you granted him a clear view of your soul by not looking away. The distrust still present in his hurt someplace deep in your chest. You would never bring pain to this man on purpose. He was your whole heart and had been since the day you met. Stepping into him, you wrapped your arms around his waist lightly and waited. Rio rested his hand on your shoulder before he began to toy with the ends of your hair. That small concession gave you permission to start rubbing a smooth, short path up and down his back. He settled his cheek on the side of your head and you stayed like that for a moment.

She’s here now. She’s safe.

Rio quieted his mind bit by bit with those two facts. Still, experience and instinct made him want to challenge you - to keep you away from his heart. That was how he had gotten as far as he had in the game. Calculated moves. Always being a step ahead of those that wanted to take him out. But you weren’t like them. You had already proven yourself a thousand times over since you met. You had been loyal, sacrificing…he knew he couldn’t shut you out completely even if he wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured against the tattooed wing under his jaw. The smell of him called you there, a mix of dark spices and crystal clear waters that always made you want to bury your face in his neck and stay. He smelled like home.

Pulling back a little, he slid his hand up to the back of your neck and squeezed it. The regret spilling from your lips in a whispers had his eyes locked onto your mouth. Rio dropped his head slowly to brush his lips over yours. You strained up seeking more of his tentative re-connection. He hovered then moved his lips away, not teasing you - denying you. Uncertain, his eyes were still searching within yours for the disconnect.

Looking down at you, his woman, his best friend - Rio stubbornly tried to ignore the feeling of elation growing bigger around the edges of his conscious thought. To not feel the exquisite dopamine rush from having you in front of him. Trying to reconcile that emotion knowing that just minutes before, while he didn’t know where you were, his mind had been conjuring up horrible scenarios of what you could be going through. In those fifty minutes that ticked by, he thought his dreams of starting a family with you were snatched away and placed into an enemy's hand. Deep in thought, he cupped your jaw near your ear - allowing himself to feel the silk of your cheek with his thumb. With every stroke you felt the walls he had automatically put up lowering.

With eyes open, he brushed his lips over yours again and let himself be drawn into the security of your shared history.

Wait….you told yourself.

His inner warnings were being silenced by the deep, brown pools of unconditional love looking back at him.

Wait…

You held your breath watching his guarded eyes transition until they mirrored back a simmering heat you knew all to well.

Just wait…

You were the only one that could make him lose the war with himself and all it took the tiniest whimper of a word from you for him to break.

“Please?”

Crushing his mouth down on yours, he claimed your full lips. Unrestrained, Rio’s tongue plunged into your mouth, his hand tucked itself high under your jaw to grip your neck, controlling your ability to break away from his kiss. Urgent, he walked you backward fast, his arm around your waist was the only thing keeping you from stumbling. Your butt bounced off the couch’s back, snapping you into action. Gripping his shoulders you pulled him in closer, moaning as he ravished your neck in hard sucking bites. The second you started to fumble with the hem of his shirt, searching for the drawstring of his pants, he slapped your hands away tugging his shirt off himself. Spinning you around, he pushed you down over the back of the couch hard enough for your feet to leave the ground. Regaining your balance, you could feel him roughly snatching your dress up.

“Baby!” You yelped. “The zip--.”

“I ask you anything?” he growled out. “Open up.”

You immediately shifted into a slightly wider stance. Rio’s hand sliding up the inside of your thigh made you twitch, the hard nudge of his fingertips a silent command. You drew in a shaky breath, sliding your foot out further, while you turned straining to see what was coming next. Sliding his palms up your back, he bunched your dress up high around your neck. Pulling back the thin string of your thong, he let it snap sharply on your soft skin, then yanked it hard enough to tear it in two. You swallowed to wet your throat.

“Rio.” His name floated out on a whisper, the tone put your submission in the air.

“I know you know better than that, mama.” His rasp sent a tremor up your spine and you automatically pulsed around nothing. “Make room for me.”

Trying to hold your balance you wobbled on your heels, spreading your feet as wide as you could. Gripping your shoulder, he ground his pelvis into your plush cheek - pausing only to slap the daylights out of your fleshy hip, enjoying the high squeak you let out. Not caring about the lingering sting, he leaned down on your back and rumbled darkly near your ear, “Now put your hands on the couch.”

Standing up straight, he yanked his bottoms down his hips and gripped his base. Your back moving in heaving breaths, mixed with the visual of your arms stretched out with your hands gripping the couch amped up the urgency within him to reclaim what he had thought he lost. The need to be as close to you as humanly possible dominated all other thought. Blindly he sought out your entrance, nudging with his tip and biting his bottom lip when he found you already flowering open for him, already beginning to release the tale-tell flow. The grunt he let out when he slammed into you covered the gasp you took in from the force and sensation. You barely had a moment to brace yourself before he drew back and thrust again to the hilt, grinding into your slick, hot grip.

There was none of his normal finesse, none of the teasing - just a desperate, possessive need that intensified as your sweet cries encouraged the relentlessness of his hips. Within minutes you were promising on your mother’s life to never make him worry again, but Rio was deaf to your promises. Merciless as low growling grunts accompanied every jolting thrust - punishing you the only way love allowed him to.

Yanking you up to have your back flush against his chest, he snatched your dress off over your head and wrapped his arm around your neck. The change in the angle of your bodies put him direct, torturous contact with that spot inside you that no man before him had ever found. And having your pelvis trapped against the couch gave you no room to move - no way to lessen the hit, not even for a second. Him sliding your bra cup up to palm your breast with his other hand, pinching and rolling your nipple made your jaw go slack. Clutching at his hand and arm, your cries climbed higher in pitch to his hot breathy grunts in your ear. Mouth open, your eyes slowly rolled back under the mounting pressure until your orgasm hit. You grasped the back of his head as your body jerked in spasms, wanting to fold but Rio held on working more gasping helpless sounds out of you. His arm cinched a little tighter around your neck and he leaned back, stealing your very breath from you while you lost yourself in tremors and spasms, leaving your nails’ indentions deep on his forearm.

Your scratches? Rio couldn’t feel them. You were squeezing him deliciously but how could his orgasm come when his mind wouldn’t let him get past the gut punch of Mick’s first call? The way his heart stopped when he heard the words, she’s gone. Your hand reaching back again, caressing the back of his neck now should have been soothing to him. Your low moans from pleasure achieved should have been wildly arousing, but they weren’t reaching his ears. He was still plagued by the images his mind had created of you being at the mercy of an enemy. The residual adrenaline flared up in him again and he pushed your still limp body back down. Putting his forearm across your back to keep you firmly folded over the back of the couch, he slipped his hand between your legs, seeking out the little nub he knew would force life back into you again. Finding it, he smirked as you immediately gasped and twisted to get away.

“Oh! Oh!” You choked out on a gasp, frozen from the rough circles his long fingers were making. “W-wait!” Desperate you reached down to grab hold of his wrist but there was no stopping him, he was fully in control of himself and you.

“Oh, you talkin’ to me now, mama? That’s funny, yeah?” Rio switched his touch to a paralyzing trip of fingertips back and forth across your throbbing bundle of nerves that had your toes curled in your heels and sucking in all the air in the room. You barely heard the next words he rasped out over the brain blitz of sensation.

“Well, I can't hear you darlin’ just like you couldn’t hear your phone. You remember that shit?! Hm?!”

Amused by your squirming, he mocked you and your knees buckled feeling the rise of your orgasm. Knowing there was a dangerous smirk that was on his lips and a petty attitude in his heart wanting payback for the emotional torment you put him through, whimpers poured from you while you tugged on his wrist again.

“Ah! It’s t-too much, baby! Too much!”

“Put your hand back on the couch!” he barked.

The tone of the order had you clenching around his dick and gripping the couch, writhing in vain to lessen the powerful tingles he was creating. With your eyes squeezed closed and your mouth gaped open, you came with a broken scream, your back arching up like a cat. Immediately, his fingers slowed down, dragging up and down, coated with your stickiness - showing a mercy of sorts that you knew not to trust. He eked out more jerking tremors from you while you gasped for air, still twisting away even though his arm on your back only allowed an inch or two of motion in any direction.

“Nah, where you goin’, beautiful?” His voice smooth and seductive, swirled around your ear, “You got this, don’t you? Just like you got your own ride home.” He began to slowly rock his thickness in and out of you again and your eyes flew open. He spoke over your gurgling moan, in a dark chuckle. “All independent an’ shit…Right?…Ain’t that you?”

Your incoherent attempts at speaking only encouraged him to continue to trail his fingers lightly over your quivering bundle of nerves. Cloaked in your dripping perfection, he relished the way the pleasure his skilled fingers provoked there echoed inside you on his length in flutters, trembles and twitches.

“Mmmmm…Well, where’s she at now, huh? Where’s little Miss Giggles at?” He rocked deeper causing a long moan to pour from your lips like a slow-rolling, thick fog.

Despite yourself you were rocking with him now, giving in to the waves of heat caressing you from head to toe because Rio was tuned in. His flawless instincts had returned to remind you that you belonged to him mind, body and soul - and any threat to that would be destroyed. He knew you needed just a little bit more pressure from his fingers, for his strokes to be just a little faster - he knew it, but he wasn’t going to give it to you. His thrusts remained steady, deep and timed out to keep you floating and him from climaxing too quickly. This was your penance.

“You say somethin’?” He murmured. “I can’t hear you, sweetheart. I asked…Where! Is! She?!” His words were accompanied by three sharp snaps of his hips. His Adam’s Apple dipped in a silent chuckle at the surprised shriek you let out.

With a handful of your hair, his hot rumbling rasp met your ear, “When I call you gonna answer?”

“Yes!”

“You gonna pull this shit again?”

“Nooo!”

“Ever?!”

“N-Noooo!” You promised in a plea, shuddering through another drag of his long fingers up the sides of your swollen bud. “A-aaaah! Please!”

Reaching back for him, you tried to grip his hip, knowing how much he loved it. Abandoning your clit, he grabbed your wrist, slamming your hand back on the couch where it belonged and holding it there.

His raspy growl covered you in electric sparks, “You sorry?”

“Yes!”

He spread his hands wide over your hips. Using his thumbs, he lifted your butt cheeks higher to spread you open more, pressing in until he bottomed out. Stopping all motion, he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Say it.”

“I’m sorry!” You wailed out and his body began to move again.

Rio switched his grip to your shoulders, allowing himself the exquisite sensation of stirring his length as deep as possible inside your plush walls. Letting you grip and massage him from root to tip like only you could, while you mewled out your appreciation of the way he filled you up. With a deep groan, he dropped his head back in awe of how good you felt. Lost in sensation, he would swear you were created for each other. Satin and granite. An unbelievably perfect fit every time.

Needing more, he gripped your hips to regain his speed, chasing the release that escaped him earlier with new vigor. The slap of his pelvis against your butt cheeks had them bouncing with every stroke and he watched your connection, mesmerized. He watched your arching spine, your jiggling cheeks and himself - disappearing and reappearing. Your slick turned creamy, left erotic streaks visible on his shaft and pooled at his base - a sight he would never tire of.

“Say it!” he hissed.

“Oh!” You wailed, your voice broken up by the jarring of his hips, “OoooohOhfuck! ChristopherbabyIswearI’msorry!I’msorryyyyyy!”

Intoxicated by the way you crooned his name in that husky plea, he sought his own pleasure. Nothing else mattered now. He was reaching for the point of no return, slamming into you with abandon.

“Mmmm, that’s it darlin’!” he rasped out. He knew what his voice did to you. Rutting into you he used it like a weapon, coaching you to your next level.

“I know you wanna come again.”

“Baby, it’s talkin’ to me so good right now.”

“You getting all wet for me again?”

“You ain’t gotta run, yeah?”

“C’mon mama…just let it go.”

Gripping the couch’s edge for dear life to keep both feet on the floor in the face of his unbridled force, you moaned his name between curses and incoherent pleas as the tingles of your coming climax danced down your spine and crept up your thighs to where he was wrecking the sacred place deep inside you. Your body vibrated before you choked out a cry from your orgasm sweeping through you. Words escaped you during the first seconds of almost unbearable pleasure, reducing you to incoherent gasping screams as it took over your limbs. Your core jerked helplessly while your weeping walls gripped him again and again in contractions only intensified by his continuing motion within you. Your cries quickly turned into high-pitched mewling, begging him off between panting breaths. Involuntarily, one foot snapped up off of the floor in an attempt to end the stimulation by closing your legs but Rio was undeterred - selfishly leaning in. Putting his back and legs into each and every one of his last vicious strokes, oblivious to what it was doing to you. Thankfully it only took six more for Rio to buck roughly against your bouncing cheeks with a deep strangled sound - unashamed of his mindless pleasure. A sound he only felt safe enough to make with you.

With his head titled back, he bellowed his climax to the ceiling, “Uuuuugh! God! Damnit!”

His fingers dug into your shoulders with every blast of cum he released. Beneath him you floated in a dreamlike space, powerless to stop your back from arching and dipping while coming down from the height he’d drug you to. Unable to keep your eyes open, you crooned out his name soft and long, fully submitted to whatever was coming next.

Falling forward his breath was hot on your back, cursing in pleasure and murmuring your name while the last of his release trickled out of him inside you. Feeling himself not yet softening, he gently stirred his hips. Greedy for the last bits of orgasmic elation he pressed in deeper, groaning out a primal sound from the shivers that launched through his body. His maddening movements sparked your insides, ruining your attempts at even breathing. Again he stirred his hips and you responded to his low moan with several high huffs of your own as you fluttered and clenched. It was an exquisite carnal dance within that you both loved and had not engaged in for far too long.

Not quite completely returned back to earth, your legs trembled from the strain of staying upright but the next moments of discomfort were worth it. Rio was still planted firmly within you with his arms circled possessively around you. You could feel the brush of his sparse beard on your back as he lifted his head to rest his lips on your spine.

The soft kisses he planted there were a pardon…spoken directly from his heart.

- fin -

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i’ve really just lost most interest i have in writing. don’t know when it’ll come back but hopefully it’ll be soon cause i definitely don’t wanna be writing things and putting it out when i don’t like what i wrote, it just feels wrong. in the meantime of trying to refresh my writing with a few requests i haven’t put out yet, i might upload some fluff and shorts. 🩷

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Only You.

Leon Simmons x BlackFem! / Plus Size Reader.

Summary: With senseless violence in South Central between Skully and Manboy engulfing the neighborhood, it seems like it was hell on earth. But when Leon gets revenge on someone and ends up in a whirlwind of events. He came to your house on an eerie crisp night.

Word Count: 3,445k

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Warning: spoilers of season 4, mention of violence, drugs and murder, a teary-eyed yet soft Leon, a confession, dirty talk, praise, profanity, consensual for both parties, mention of death, Use of the n-word, Use of AAVE. protected sex.

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Leon skillfully made his way through the cramped, ashen tall fence, the distant wails of police sirens and the cacophony of barking dogs suffused the otherwise placid neighborhood. With a faint hiss, he effortlessly leaped onto the weathered wooden crate, landing gracefully on his sleek black Converse sneakers, the soles stomped on the supple, green grass. he swiftly regained his footing and rose from the ground.

As he stood upright, he caught the sound of your mother bidding you farewell, her voice fading as her car retreated from the narrow driveway, vanishing into the distance of the cul-de-sac. The front door closed with a resolute thud, followed by the echoing slam of the screen door behind you.

With utmost stealth, he strode between the two houses, stooping low to evade the prying eyes of the nosy neighbors. Pivoting to the right, he made a beeline towards the beige screen door, the vibrant orange glow of the streetlight above illuminated on his afro and caramel skin. His knuckles tapped lightly against the wooden surface of the beige-painted door, waiting patiently.

Leon looked both ways of the neighborhood before your footsteps thumped toward the door, it creaked open and revealed you sporting a black tee shirt and matching shorts, and your hair was styled in black box braids, tied back in a bun.

"Leon, are you alright?" you asked, your head cocked to the side in concern. Quickly stepping aside to let him in.

As he entered, you could see the distress written all over his face. What was going on with him?

"No, Y/N. I really messed up," he stuttered, his voice trembling as he shook his head in disbelief.

Leon hurried inside, kicking off the dirt and grass from his rugged Converse sneakers on the mat before shutting the door behind him. His heavy breathing filled the room, a clear indication of his fear.

"Sit down and try to relax, Leon. Tell me what happened," you said soothingly, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch.

Both of you settled onto the soft sage green sofa, and Leon began to recount the intense feud between Manboy and Skully.

Leon explained to you that In the Cadillac near Skully's house, Leon recalls the gruesome scene and recognizes someone from Skully's crew. As Leon leaves the vehicle, bullets fly and tragedy strikes when his recruit CJ is killed.

Amidst the chaos, a woman pleads and cradles her lifeless daughter in her arms. Leon tries to reason with Khadijah, but she is unwilling to forgive him. Uncle Jerome’s wife Louie was in the hospital, Fatback, Leon's bodyguard, is killed by Khadijah.

The profound impact of those distressing experiences shattered him internally, leading Leon to question whether he should continue selling products to his community, especially since it resulted in the tragic loss of Khadijah's daughter.

“W-wait? Skully’s baby mama? Khadijah?” you asked in a worried tone, your hands resting on his shoulders.

Leon nodded at you with a softened face, your eyes studied his expression with focus.

“It's all fucked up, I thought that I could do my own business without Franklin..” Leon said softly, his head shook from side to side.

“I'm sure you still could, you don't need Franklin..” you reasoned, trying to convince him.

You've never seen him this way, as if he was ready to break. Leon must have been greatly affected by everything, as it felt like a heavy burden on him, dragging him further into the vast and dark ocean.

His mother utilized the funds to help his siblings before ultimately kicking him out.

“My mama kicked me out, can I stay here at your place until Franklin tries to find me?” Leon asked softly, his eyes on you.

“Yes, you can Leon I'm sure Franklin is already walking to find you..” You joked, and stifled a laugh by biting down your teeth.

Leon lightly chuckled at your sarcasm accompanied by a subtle roll of his eyes, He knew all too well that you never liked Franklin. Sure, Franklin was good-looking, but that didn't erase your suspicions of his true side.

Leon was the sole person you had eyes for, the one who set your soul ablaze and made you question whether he reciprocated your feelings.

It had always been just you and Leon, a duo against the world. Franklin thought he was so smart with his towering IQ, He wasn't fooling anyone, not even you.

In the projects, they referred to Leon as Franklin's loyal lap dog, mocking him for his short stature and light complexion. They questioned why Leon would choose to spend his time with you.

The next place to go to was yours, you and Leon have been best friends since the sandbox, he promised to "get you and your mama out of the projects" when he was starting as Franklin’s right-hand man, you thought Leon was out of his rabbit-ass mind, but he kept that promise to you, you remembered when Leon came to you on your porch with a grin on his face.

Leon called out loudly for your mother to pack her things and relocate to the new location. That's exactly what you did, expressing your heartfelt gratitude towards him.

The neighborhood met expectations in terms of perfect safety and quality, exactly as he had described, with a pleasant aroma of mangoes and peaches in your house, which matched the descriptions you and your mother provided. She particularly adored the cheetah print rug and the small lion ornaments displayed on the side tables.

However, at present, Leon remained in the company of Franklin. His thick afro was full and curled, your manicured fingers rolled around his little curls, Leon exhaled a soft breath, relaxed in your touch and you gently held his cheek to bring him closer, gazing into his warm brown eyes. You loved it when he wore his afro out.

You desired to communicate all your thoughts to him, but you were aware that mere words couldn't adequately convey the intense guilt and shame consuming him.

“That's on me for what happened to Khadijah's daughter, it's my fucking fault..” Leon muttered softly, his voice cracked.

“Leon, I know you didn't mean to kill that little girl, it wasn't your fault..” You replied softly, gently rubbing the back of his neck. Shaking your head from side to side.

Leon laid his head on your lap and you played with the curls in his afro, reminding him to take breathes as you heard him softly sniffling, a tear rolling down his cheek and running down your thick thigh, his tear drop ran down your dark brown skin. You gradually leaned your head forward to meet Leon’s teary-eyed gaze, your face softened at his face. Your thumbs wiped away his tears, you can see the hurt in his eyes.

“Can you braid my hair in cornrows like you used to do when we were kids?” Leon asked softly, shifting his gaze toward you.

You smiled softly at Leon's request, understanding that he needed some sense of comfort and familiarity amidst the chaos that surrounded him.

“Yes I can, you know that I was the one who always had your hair lookin' nice…” You sang playfully, you gently guided him off your lap and stood up, motioning for him to follow you.

“Yeah you always did, it made every nigga in the hood jealous, wishing they had someone like you to keep them looking fresh like me.” He bragged with his soft smile, scratching the back of his neck.

Leading him into the cozy bedroom, you grabbed a stool and placed it in front of the mirror. Sitting down, Leon watched as you grabbed the hair cream and used the black comb to skillfully section his hair and began braiding it into neat cornrows, your smile curled up on your face.

“Do you still think I'm a good person right?” Leon asked, his eyes looked in the mirror.

“Yes I do, I know you, Lee.”

Your fingers moving deftly through his soft curls. The repetitive motion and the gentle touch seemed to calm him down, his breathing becoming more steady and his shoulders relaxing.

“Are you just saying that?”

Your face twisted up, how dare he ask such a question? You rolled your eyes at him, “Boy, why would you ask me that?” you fired back.

“Damn girl, I'm sorry…”

“Yeah, you better be..”

As your fingers braided through his hair, the tension in Leon's body slowly melted away, replaced by calm and security. The rhythmic motion of the braiding seemed to soothe his troubled mind, providing a temporary escape from the harsh reality he faced.

“Would I lie to you Leon?” You replied with a serious tone.

“No, you wouldn't…” He replied with a light chuckle.

Leon listened, his eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror. meeting your eyes as your heart skipped a beat from the intense eye contact.

"I’m sure Franklin will think of something, Leon, "It's best if you lay low and spent the night with me..” you continued, your voice filled with conviction.

“That nigga is always thinking of something girl..”

“I had a feeling that Franklin was using you, had you killing for him? What was the real reason Lee?” You asked him, exhaling a breath.

“He's still my best friend right?” Leon asked, his lip formed into a frown. The doubt crept into his tone.

“I was yours first before Franklin…” You whispered, your eyes shifting back to him and then back to his hair.

Leon overheard the final section, which left him questioning its meaning.

Finishing up the last cornrow, you carefully tied it off and admired your handiwork. Leon turned to face you, his eyes filled with love.

"Thank you, Y/N, for everything." he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

"You don't have to thank me, Leon." You smiled warmly at him, reaching out to cup his face in your hands.

Leon leaned into your touch, his lips brushing against your palm. His hands rested on your thick waist and pulled you in close, his eyes filled with a new emotion, you weren't sure what it was.

“Aren't you still with Wanda?” You sang playfully, cocking your head to the side, giggling a bit.

You must have heard of the famous love story of Leon and Wanda, but everything changed when Wanda became addicted to crack cocaine. Despite her struggles, Leon remained faithfully by her side, even during those long hospital stays.

Witnessing their deep connection made you envious and heartbroken, realizing that Leon's love for Wanda surpassed anything you could ever hope for. It left you longing for a love like theirs, but ultimately feeling isolated and alone in their world of love.

“Wanda and I ain't together no more, you're the only one I want Y/N…” Leon confessed, standing up from the stool.

“Are you sure that I'm not your second choice after things didn't work out between you and Wanda?” You asked him, your hands resting on your hips.

You bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from smiling, but that doesn't stop the flutter in your heart. Leon took a step closer to you.

"Y/N, you were never a second choice. From the moment we met, I've been in love with you. You've always been the one who understands me, supports me, and loves me for who I am. I want to do the same, Wanda was a part of my past, but you're my present and my future."

His words sent warmth through your body, and you let a smile spread across your face. "Leon, I've always been in love with you, I was afraid."

Leon embraced you tightly, pulling you close against his body. As he leaned in, he pressed his lips against yours, and you responded with fervor, while both of you shed your clothes and flung them carelessly onto the floor of your bedroom.

Before going towards the brown dresser and opening the top drawer, you planted a kisse on his lips, and then handed Leon the wrapped condom.

“Safety first lil’ Lee…” you teased, your smirk curled up on his face.

“Aint nothing lil over here about me girl…” he teased, he slid down his green striped boxers shorts.

His dick sprang from his striped boxer shorts, and he was right. Your eyes landed on his manhood, you damn near gasped. Leon had a big dick for someone who was short, he must've proven all the girls in the hood wrong.

You laid on your back on the bed with your legs gently parting apart, Leon looked into your eyes for consent, “You ready baby?” he asked, he gently plopped on the bed.

“Yes, I'm ready..”

He gradually slid the condom on his dick and rubbed his tip between your folds, you gasped softly with your hands resting on his shoulders, and he gently slid himself inside of you, filling you up to the brim. “L-Leon…” you moaned, your nails scraped across his back. He began to roll his hips at a steady pace, your walls tightening around his dick.

“Damn girl…” he moaned, picking up the pace in his thrusts, burying his face into your neck, leaving hickeys on your skin as your mind blurred of pure pleasure with tears rolling down your eyes, Leon scattered kisses across your collarbone and amidst your breast, as his thumb gently circled your clitoris, your wetness gathered around his digits.“You're so beautiful..”

He slid his thumb across his tongue and hummed, "Taste just like mangos.." he hummed, his tounge interlocks with yours for a passionate kiss, your head fell back on the pillow, “oh fuck…Lee!” You cried out, the bed creaked back and forth to the wall, leaving a dent.

Your stomach becomes taut, signaling the pinnacle of pleasure as you clutch the bedsheets tightly with your hands. “My girl..” Leon whispered, kissing your lips twice. "Let me see that pretty face you make when you cum.." he teased, eliciting a plethora of moans from you.

Your eyelashes fluttered open as you looked up at him, meeting his low gaze, those brown eyes of his were so easy to get lost in, "Oh fuckk!" and you came undone onto his dick, he followed suit by gradually pulling out and sliding the filled condom off.

Leon stood up from the bed and tightly tied the ends as he threw the condom away in the trashcan, You stood up from the bed and he gently pulled you back by your thick waist, he kissed you on the lips passionately. Playfully smacking your plump ass.

“Did you mean what you said about me being your girl Leon?” You asked, hesitant yet scared as hell.

Later, following the short discussion with the other person, you went into the bathroom and showered, experiencing a renewed sense of energy. Subsequently, Leon also showered, running your water bill up.

Leon put on his green striped boxers shorts and joined you in bed, snuggling close and covering both of you with a blanket, exchanging kisses on the lips. His body pressed against yours, and the comforting warmth enveloped you both.

The two of you drifted off peacefully through the rest of the night in his loving arms.

Startled by the loud banging on your front door, you jolted awake from your slumber. The morning light peeked through your blinds, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you yawned, stretching your limbs.

With a groan, you dragged yourself out of bed and strode down the hallway, still clad in your pajamas. Whoever was knocking like they were the police, must've needed to find Leon. You hoped it wasn't Manboy, Skully or Khadijah.

"Who the hell is it?" You fired back, Irritated. Your hand ran down your face as you faced the screen door.

"It's Franklin and Jerome," echoed Jerome's voice from outside your residence.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, you secretly wished it was Louie instead.

With a twist of the top and bottom locks, you cautiously swung the door open. There stood Franklin, his cane firmly clutched in his hand, and his uncle Jerome by his side. Their faces bore expressions of concern and gravity as they looked at you.

"Is Leon here with you?" Franklin's voice carried a serious tone, his eyes piercing through you.

"Yes, Lee is here. He fell asleep in my bedroom last night..." you mumbled, still half-asleep but audible enough for them to hear.

Jerome and Franklin entered your home, and you stepped aside to let them through. He halted in his tracks and spun around on his heels, stopping before they made their way down the hallway, Franklin winced in pain, Yet, he maintained a stoic face with a subtle hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"I understand that we've never really connected, but I'm grateful that Leon chose to come to you. You two were always close when we were kids," Franklin said softly, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'm happy he's here too. But let's be clear, this isn't a friendship between us. Let's keep it that way," you replied firmly, arms crossed.

“Agreed, Y/N. I’d like to keep it that way too..” Franklin mentioned, smirking a bit.

Jerome shook Leon awake, causing him to groan and shift in his sleep. As Leon rubbed his eyes, Jerome urged him, "Wake the fuck up, lil nigga." He then smacked Leon's face lightly.

Entering the cozy bedroom, Franklin fixed his gaze on the half-asleep Leon. "Get dressed and ready, I have a plan involving Manboy, Skully, and his baby mama," Franklin stated with a serious tone.

"So you spend your night getting cornrows and some pussy?" Franklin spat, his brows raised.

Leon got up from the bed, adjusting his boxers and pants before putting on his shirt. He yawned and stretched his limbs, preparing to face the day ahead.

“Hey, it ain’t just some pussy man, Y/N is my girl now..” Leon fired back, his face twisted up.

You were taken aback by his words, shock and joy flooding through you. Franklin and Jerome exchanged glances, surprised by the unexpected revelation.

"Is that so?" Franklin asked, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, that's right. Y/N is my woman now, and I ain't lettin' her go," Leon declared, standing tall and proud.

"Well, well, looks like you finally found yourself a good woman. About time!"Jerome let out a hearty laugh, clapping Leon on the back.

"If she's got you this happy and focused, then I'm all for it. Just make sure you keep your priorities straight, Leon." He retorted, a hint of approval in his gaze as he nodded.

You couldn't believe the turn of events, but deep down, you knew that this was where you were meant to be - by Leon's side. As he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close by giving you a kiss on the lips, you felt a sense of warmth and security that you had never experienced before.

"I'll see you later, Lee." You whispered, a smile on your face.

“Bye baby girl..” he said softly, nuzzling his nose on yours.

You watched him walk out of your house with Franklin and Jerome, he closed the door behind himself. Next thing you heard was the Cadillac drive away from the quiet neighborhood.

It left you with slight worry for your boyfriend Leon, your non-existent trust in Franklin. But you had to keep the faith in God that everything was gonna be alright. Between you and Leon.

You knew that another day the sun would set on you and Leon handing hands and kissing sweetly as if you were newlyweds on your wedding day and the honeymoon pass was just beginning for you..

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Could you do a quick one shot where someone tries to flirt with the reader from vampire Tyrone. How does he react?

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Pairing: Vampire!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Public sex, PIV, cursing, AU Tyrone, Toxic Tyrone. Dark fic. Dirty talk. Mentions of blood, overstimulation. Slighty bratty reader. The concept of "rolling" is brought up when Tyrone is able to hypnotize reader, but it is consensual. Exhibition kink. This one is a littler darker, reader gets aroused by violence and violent thoughts. Non-inclusive language used.

Summary: A chance meeting at a club introduced you to the enigmatic Tyrone. He was interesting in ways that you weren't expecting. Back in Tyrone's world, full of heavy clouds of lust in the air, Tyrone catches you flirting with another man and he loses his mind.

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You felt desired. You bravely walked through the room in nothing but your panties and black high heels, parading around. Back at Tyrone’s sex house, he had been teasing you all night. He combined rolling with wine, and fingering with powerful kisses so now you were in a sex-crazed brain fog and loving every second.

You asked him to roll you and make you do something. It was a sign of extreme trust and you didn’t know where it came from. You only wanted to see what it was like once. If he could truly make you do anything and if you would remember or if it would feel like a dream.

You also told him that if he did anything that crossed one of your hard lines, he’d never see you again. Vampire or not. He promised to behave himself. You’d had many, many talks about your boundaries and his. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

That was why you were comfortable letting him roll you all night. God. If they could bottle this feeling and sell it, it’d be the fastest selling drug to ever exist.

The other vampires and donors, who were members of Tyrone’s club, looked at you as if you were the sexiest thing in this room. Tyrone rolled you to make you strip slow for him and walk around with your breasts out.

Getting pounded in front of a mirror was one thing. It felt like you and Tyrone were the only two people in the room, though he constantly reminded you that there was an audience. And they loved seeing you.

You still had your wits about you, but you had to do what Tyrone asked you to. You wanted to. Your clothes were too hot and itchy and you clawed them off, relishing the cool air that rushed over your skin.

The way Tyrone stared at you…like he wanted to eat you made you desperately horny. And now others stared at you too while you walked around. You modeled for them. Modeled your body. Modeled everything your mama and God gave you. And the men nodded appreciatively. The woman gave you knowing smirks.

You’d never felt more alive. More in control. Turn around for me. Tyrone’s voice whispered through your mind. You turned around, eyes searching for Tyrone. He stood at the other end of the playroom, one of many in his giant ass mansion. This one had dark walls and low lights strung across it.

In the middle of the room, there was a platform where a scene played out of a male vampire getting dominated by his female donor. She cracked the whip against the man’s flesh and tortured ecstasy sprang from his lips. Some in the room watched. There were chairs, tables, and couches set up around the room and some took advantage. There was also a room or three in the back for people who wanted a little privacy.

You, however, only had eyes for Tyrone. He only wore his briefs, so his chest was out and shining against the lighting. He would be an angel if he wasn’t a confirmed devil. You grinned in his direction. He was so gorgeous. So sexy. So otherworldly you wanted to pinch yourself. Come here.

Your foot moved without a second thought from you. You were aware that he was still in your mind, still commanding you. But you couldn’t stop moving towards him if you tried. It was freaky and exciting.

Kneel and crawl.

You stopped and then lowered yourself to your knees. Your wet pussy squelched and you bit back a moan. You were achingly wet, so hungry for Tyrone’s dick that you were ready to sing for it. You crawled to Tyrone, eyes eagerly on his.

He smirked and let you stop, not wanting you to hurt your knees on the rough floor. A loud crack split the air as the whip hit the vampire again. His moan was longer this time. He was getting his. Why the hell couldn’t you get yours?

Tyrone closed the distance and stared into your eyes. “Come back,” he said. His voice echoed in your mind. You felt like you were getting yanked through a pit of darkness.

“Come back,” he repeated. That pit of darkness was endless. You weren’t afraid just…reverent. Like there was something in the darkness with you that recognized a kindred spirit and winked.

Like death.

“Come back.” His voice stopped echoing and you stopped feeling the flighty, floaty feeling of rolling. It was a trip being pulled back into reality, but Tyrone wanted to give your mind a rest.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded. You wanted to tell him about the odd visions and feelings in your mind whenever he rolled you. You weren’t sure if it would give him concern or if he would stop. You had lunch with Nikki tomorrow. You needed more answers.

Tyrone answered as much as he could, but it seemed like he acknowledged that you were unprepared but was unwilling to teach you more. If there was something bad waiting for you at the end of this, you were going to be pissed.

Tyrone kissed your cheek and held your hands. “I’m going to make sure everyone is behaving and bring you some water,” he said. “That means you behave too.”

You smiled at him. He was so damn cute. “I always behave myself,” you said.

Tyrone shook his head and moved away lightning fast. You moved about the room. No one approached you. No one talked to you. You could only guess that it was Tyrone’s doing. Everyone too busy being afraid of him than to extend a hand to you.

They still looked at your body, at your breasts. They could probably smell how needy you were. How wet you were, clenching around nothing. Wishing Tyrone would go on and fuck you.

You were surrounded by debauched people, each giving in to carnal desires right before your eyes. You scooted around a couch where a couple was practically in each other’s laps. They got each other off, staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

There was still the vampire on stage. You stopped and stared at him, at his prone form in supplication to his donor. She was a gorgeous, thick Black woman with tightly curled hair in puff balls on her head. She wore nothing but high heels, digging that heel into his side.

“Are you okay, baby?” The donor asked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the man said, chanting like he wasn’t really here anymore. Even though the donor was in charge, there was genuine love and affection between them. They constantly checked in on each other, knowing exactly when to push and when to pull back.

Would that be you and Tyrone one day? Would you let everyone look at you while Tyrone dominated you so publicly? Your thoughts turned sour as you imagined a future with Tyrone. One in which you start to get older, wrinkly. If you managed to live that long.

“I thought these things were supposed to be arousing. Why you frownin’?” Tyrone asked from behind and off to the side of you. You started to turn around.

“Mhm, eyes forward,” he said. He sounded…different. Like his voice got deeper or he scratched his vocal cords on something. Tyrone’s voice was always deep, but this one seemed different.

You faced forward, interested in this new game of Tyrone’s. You watched the couple on stage.

“I am aroused,” you said. If he would fuckin’ touch you, he’d know that. Maybe you just weren’t used to denying yourself an orgasm. Your previous lovers were ehh. Certainly nothing to write home about. Certainly nothing like Tyrone who could say two words and have your panties dropping to the floor.

Your pussy throbbed and you rubbed your thighs together. Your panties were ruined at this point. You wanted to be ruined.

“Why do you smell so good?” He asked. He took a deep sniff and you shivered.

You huffed, the breathy sound burning your lungs. You were out of your mind with desire. You didn’t have another rolling in you if he didn’t touch you. Your body felt acutely aware of everything he did. He stepped closer, running a finger down your side.

You moaned, that much contact from him was too much to bear. Your skin tingled where his finger had been. Your breathing increased, feeling like a rabbit caught in a wolf’s path.

Tyrone stepped even closer, dropping a simple kiss to your neck. He smelled different. You tilted your head, confused about his presence. Something was telling you that something was off. Something was wrong with Tyrone.

You turned your head but Tyrone roughly grabbed your chin and pushed it away from him. “You are too damn beautiful to be standing here by yo’self,” he said.

“Ty-” You went to say but he was suddenly away from you. Snarls filled the room. You turned to your left and then did a double take.

Tyrone stood next to…Tyrone. There were two of them? There were two of them. Only, the other wasn’t half dressed like everyone in the room. He still wore dark jeans and a hoodie. His hair was wilder, kinkier, sticking up and away from his head. He had a bigger beard than your Tyrone and grills in his mouth.

He smiled, running his tongue along his golden, elongated canine tooth. He gave your Tyrone a wink. “Little brother,” he said. He held out his hands as if inviting your Tyrone in for a hug.

You were so confused, your head bobbing back and forth like you were watching a tennis match. The intensity of the room seeped away to curiosity and nosiness. The moans and groans and curses stopped. There was only your Tyrone and the…other Tyrone. You were still trying to wrap your mind around that.

“She’s mine, Fontaine,” Tyrone said. There was your man. Deep voice, but with a thick LA accent.

Fontaine, the other Tyrone, tilted his head at you. His eyes raked over your body but you didn’t feel the need to cover up. Everyone saw your body tonight, he’d already gotten an eyeful. “Must be special, little brother,” Fontaine said.

He looked at you and his red eyes seemed to swirl in the low lighting. His face clouded over like he’d just inhaled something delicious. “Smells really good in here,” he said. He stepped in your direction and Tyrone punched him.

“She’s mine,” Tyrone said once more.

Fontaine smiled, blood pooling in his mouth before he licked his lips. “Heard you the first time,” he said.

“Tyrone, what the hell is this?” You asked.

Tyrone rolled his neck and then looked at you. He held out his hand but you were too nervous to take it. He looked feral. Animalistic. But you still got the sense that he was holding back. That he refused to show you the monster beneath.

You stepped closer but only eyed his hand. If you touched him, you’d get distracted. Tyrone was a sin in and of himself. One touch and then you’d be on hands and knees sucking him off.

He withdrew, staring at his lonely hand before turning to Fontaine. “This is my brother, Fontaine,” Tyrone said. He introduced you by your name and Fontaine said it a few times, getting the hang of it.

“Nice to meet you,” Fontaine said.

“Tyrone? Explain?” You asked.

“My brother is usually on the East Coast or overseas. It’s rare for him to make it back West. It’s been some time since he’s been here last,” Tyrone said.

“I didn’t even know you had a brother,” you said. You looked at Fontaine. They were eerily similar. And yet wildly different. Fontaine seemed rougher around the edges. Like he liked to pull on girl’s hair while he disrespected your soul.

“Tyrone don’t never talk about me. He knows I’m usually the one picking up the pretty girls,” he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes, but smiled a little. The next punch to Fontaine’s face made you gasp.

You didn’t see Tyrone move. You didn’t see him cross the short distance and knock Fontaine’s head to the side. Red fire lit up Tyrone’s eyes as he looked at his brother. Fontaine wiped his mouth, another bloody smile for Tyrone.

“I’m going to find some hole to stick this long dick into. You get tired of him, find me,” Fontaine said. He winked at you and then looked at Tyrone. “I’ll see you later.”

The threat was evident in Fontaine’s tone. He slunk off through the room, leaving entirely. Tyrone had other playrooms, you’d yet to see them all. You wondered what else Fontaine was into.

“Did he touch you?” Tyrone asked.

“I thought it was you,” you said, biting your lip. Fuck. Did you screw all of this up? Were your days of being a donor over now because he never told you to be on the lookout for someone who looked and talked like him?

“Where?” Tyrone asked. He stepped closer to you, hands gripping your arms. It wasn’t hurtful. It was more like desperation. Like you were the only thing keeping him sane at the moment. If he let go, there was no telling where his mind would go.

You floundered for what to say. Fontaine hadn’t really done anything bad to you. Nothing worse than what you dealt with on a daily basis growing up a woman. Tyrone looked so pissed…until his dick slapped against your thigh. You looked down at the growing tent in his pants. He was…turned on?

“He only touched my side. And kissed my neck,” you said.

Tyrone’s nostrils flared. Without a word, he moved from the room. There were too many people looking at you. Vampires with fangs bared like they wanted some of what you were having. You were confused and horny and you weren’t sure if you wanted answers at the exclusion of a dicking down, or to hope you getting dicked down didn’t mess with your desire to have answers.

Tyrone dragged you up the stairs and to his side of the house. In his bedroom, no sooner had he closed the door than did he slam your back against it. His kiss was punishing, hard, and rough.

His breathing fanned over your face. He panted so hard like he’d just run a marathon. He ran his thumb over your lip, cupping your jaw and tilting your head. “You’re mine,” he said.

His dark, red eyes still had that feral glint. He wasn’t all there, not truly. You weren’t sure where his mind went. But you hoped he stayed there a little longer. You liked that he was taking off the kid gloves. You wanted to see him unleash that tight hold on his control.

“Is that so?” You asked. You didn’t know where this wild, reckless part of you was coming from. This fascination with toying with a deadly creature. It was like you were flirting with your own mortality. You’d spent so long worried about the curse, that you started to admire it. Study it. Tease it.

Tyrone’s grip tightened around your neck. You groaned, tilting your head up and rolling your eyes. Tyrone stepped closer, pushing his erection against your belly.

“I’m not fuckin’ around right now. I’ll allow a lot of things, little doll, but this ain’t one of them. I’ll kill anybody that look in your direction,” he said.

Shivers wracked your body. You stared into his red eyes. He had to know, right? He had to sense how turned on you were. You rubbed against his erection, palming him. He hissed and moved away. He used his free hand to grab your wandering one and pin it against the door.

You still had your left hand free and you moved it closer to his body. You slipped your fingers beneath his black briefs. He was still shirtless from your little game earlier. When you found his dick once more, you rubbed him.

“I can’t be held responsible for shit you didn’t tell me,” you said.

Tyrone’s eyes widened before he smirked. “You trynna be cute right now?” He asked.

“Telling the truth,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled. Too fast for your brain to comprehend, your cheek was pressed against the cool, smooth wood. One of Tyrone’s hands pinned both of your wrists behind your back. You hadn’t felt like you moved. One minute you faced him, one minute you didn’t.

Tyrone leaned down and bit your ear. Hard. You cried out, a big wave of arousal flooding your panties again. “Ty-Ty–” You shivered.

“I’on usually deal with brats, so we gon’ fix you,” he said.

He moved behind you and then he was pulling your panties to the side, grabbing his dick and swirling it through your dripping entrance. You cried a wretched sound. You were incredibly sensitive. Too sensitive.

He hadn’t done anything yet and you were ready to explode. He got the tip wet with your juices and then slipped inside you. You gasped, bucking away from the door. Tyrone shushed you, kissing along your ear and neck. He found a spot just below your ear that made you giggle. It felt good, but was too sensitive to hold for long.

“Nothin’ more to say? It only took one hit?” He teased, nibbling on your ear. He could bite into you at any moment. You didn’t tell him, but you loved when he drank from you. When he gained energy just by biting into your soft flesh.

“If that’s all you got, then you can’t really claim me,” you said, taunting him back.

Tyrone chuckled. He looped his arm around your torso, grabbing hold of your titty like he was holding a liferaft. His fingers toyed with your nipples while he started to stroke roughly, making you take his big dick. Incoherent moans left you, crying with every deep stroke.

“This pussy know who own it,” he growled in your ear. “Feel how wet she is. Takin’ this dick too fuckin’ well.” He moaned in your ear and you nearly came undone right then and there.

He stroked deeper, groaning as he found a new angle. “My fuckin’ pussy,” he moaned.

He stroked harder and it sounded like you were stirring thick cake batter. It was wet. It was lewd. Tyrone had you against the door like he couldn’t wait for the bed. Like he needed you at the first opportunity you weren’t around other people.

Like he couldn’t wait. Like he needed you.

Tyrone had your arm pinned so you couldn’t leverage yourself against him. Your heels dug into the carpet of his room and you were amazed that you hadn’t toppled over yet. “Oh fuck!” You shrieked. “Dick feelin’ so good.”

“I know it do. This all mine,” he said. To prove his point, he angled his hips against until he was thrusting up and hitting that perfect spot that made your eyes cross. You climaxed, screaming to the rooftop with the force of your orgasm.

It was unbelievable. Primal. Beast and prey. Prey and beast. There was nothing but the underlying drive to fuck. To copulate. To poke and be poked.

You shook on Tyrone’s dick while he continued to stroke. “Mhf, gonna fuck this shit outta this pussy till you beg me to stop,” he moaned.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, twitching on his dick while he continued to take his pleasure from your body.

“Can’t stop,” he groaned. The sound of him deep in it made you moan even louder, rivaling him at this point. You loved a vocal man. The way he didn’t care about what he looked or sounded like. Your pussy was just that damn good where he couldn’t stay quiet. He had to let you know.

Whether it was by the way he squeezed your nipples past the point of pain, or your wrists bound by his hand, or the wet and aggressive smack of his balls on your clit.

“Fuuuuck,” Tyrone moaned, unleashing a hot sticky load into you. You moaned, dropping your head against the door.

Still, Tyrone kept fucking you. The force of his dick inside was keeping you upright. You slid up and down his dick like he was your personal toy and you squealed and moaned. “Don’t fuckin’ stop, don’t fuckin’ stop,” you moaned. You were on the heels of another orgasm.

Tyrone kept his same pace, but angled his hips again. He pushed into your hips until you were practically flush with the door. He dropped your nipple and it grazed the door. You hissed from the cold and it bloomed into unnameable pleasure.

Tyrone slapped your ass, moaning as your ass jiggled from it. “So fuckin’ gorgeous. I’ll never let anyone else have you,” he moaned.

And fuck if that thought didn’t send you over the edge. Your nails clawed at the door as you whined, panting, huffing, lungs burning, and knees wobbling. You felt like you were being burned from the inside out and you liked it.

As if sensing your thoughts, Tyrone cursed through an orgasm of his own, your name on his tongue. His hips jerked and twitched, but he still sloppily slammed into you. His cum began to seep out of you, leaking down your legs. You moaned from the weird sensation. You were full and not full enough.

Each encounter with Tyrone felt like he was splitting you in half. You lived in a sea of dichotomy. Living in excess and moderation. Bliss and pain. Where ‘stop’ hovered on your lips but your brain knew not to make you say.

Your mind drifted into some other realm. A space in your mind where you were at home in your body. Completely in yourself and not only feeling the pleasure, but your overly analytical brain finally shut off.

A silent hum of pleasure vibrated along your skin. His hand massaged your ass. His other had your wrists against your lower back. Sweat dropped from him and onto your back and ass. Sweat gathered in all of your crevices.

Huffing pants of ecstasy filled the air. Tangled with moans and soft fucks. “I-ca-can–” You stuttered.

“Sure you can. You was big and bad earlier, where that go?” He asked.

It was on the tip of your tongue to apologize. To take it back. But Tyrone wasn’t done. He slowed down, letting more of his cum slip out of you before pushing back in. You heard the wet noises and it made you clench harder around his dick.

For what seemed like hours, there was a call and response to your orgasms. Tyrone came over and over inside you, an endless supply of cum. He said he had decades worth of cum to give you. Every time he came, you were hot on his heels. Coming with loud, raucous moans. Your throat was dry and ragged.

No more than bursts of air escaped you. Your face was covered with tears and snot. You lost track of how many times you came. You were going to be sore as fuck in the morning. You were sore now. Tyrone absolutely bullied your pussy and the sick part of you wanted to hurry and recover so you could do it all over again.

“No more,” you whispered. Tyrone panted beside you. Rivulets of sweat ran down his body. He smirked.

“No more, little doll,” he said. He planted a kiss on your forehead. He massaged feeling back into your arms, having been kept in the same position too long. He apologized but that was the least of your worries.

The floor beneath you was wet with your combined, nasty juices. Your legs wobbled with aftershocks from a deep fucking and you sighed dreamily, ready to fall asleep. You thought getting fucked to sleep had been a myth when you were younger. Tyrone changed all notions about that.

You didn’t notice that Tyrone had lifted you and placed you on the bed. You didn’t notice that he was placing you down into a warm hot bath. He slid in behind you and kissed your neck and back, cleaning you off from what you shared. You tried to kiss him back, but he told you to relax.

“Don’t you fuckin’ say sorry neither,” you mumbled before you passed out, tucked softly into his bed. This wasn’t his resting place, but it damn sure smelled like him. Like home. You curled up and went right to sleep.

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My Country Boy

Trevante Rhodes as Dame

WARNING: SMUT, 18+

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Waking up and seeing your husband always placed a smile on your face. You were so happy to meet a sweet, caring, hardworking man like him. You met Dame 4 years ago when you were spending a few days in Texas with your best friend Shay to attend the Bill Pickett Rodeo. You and Shay were two city girls from California wanted to get a taste of what the country life was like.

As you passed by many of the attendees around you, you kept overhearing them talking about ‘The Great Dame’. After listening more to the conversation, you discovered that he was a popular horse rider and successful farmer. Since everyone was talking about him, you were curious to see him. As you were sitting on the bleachers, Dame came out on his horse making your heart skip a beat. He was the finest man you’ve ever seen. Seeing his chocolate skin, his bright white smile, the way he rode his horse and how he handled the bull when he caught it had you in a trance.

You enjoyed watching him. He was constantly surrounded by a lot of people after his ride so you didn’t expect to get a chance to talk to him but for that moment, you enjoyed seeing him in action. After the rodeo, you and Shay went to a bar to relax after such a long day. You were there for an hour and decided to close the tab. You approached the open space between 2 men at the bar and to your surprise, Dame was to the left of you. From that day until now, you and Dame have been happily in love leaving in the country side of Texas.

As he laid on his back, you gently crawled ontop of him kissed down his exposed neck making him stir in his sleep and start to wake up with his eyes still closed. When he came to, he chuckled once he recognized your kisses on him.

“ Well goodmorning baby. “ He speaks in his deep country voice.

“ Goodmorning. How’d you sleep? “ You asked before pecking his lips.

“ Good. I see you’re trying to start something. “ He says while rubbing your ass.

“ You know I am. I wanted to get our morning started off right before the day started. You cool with that? “ You asked.

“ You know I am. What you gon’ do for me? “ He asks while licking his lips.

“ I can show you better than I can tell you. “

You smirked before kissing down his bare chest making him chuckle and groan. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of your lips kissing down his stomach. As you started to pull down his boxers, his phone started to ring making him groan in frustration. He picked it up and saw one of his workers calling.

“ I’m sorry baby it’s Max.. Hello?… They wanna meet today at 10? Alright.. I’ll be on the way soon.. “ He says before hanging up.

“ C’mon.. you can be a little late can you? “ You asked while pouting.

“ No baby i’m sorry. Remember those investors I told you about? Turns out they want to meet today instead of tomorrow. I gotta head down there. This could be big for us. “ He says while sitting up as you straddled his lap again.

“ Okay. I already know you got in the bag. You’ll do great. “ You say while wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing him.

“ Thank you baby. “

He says after kissing back. You got off his lap so he could get up and get ready. You laid back in bed and snuggled under the blanket. After he showered, he moisturized himself and got dressed in This before stepping out into the room while putting on his hat. You loved seeing him get dressed everyday. He always looked so sexy to you.

“ Alright baby. After today, i’m all yours. No interruptions. “ He says while leaning down to kiss you.

“ You better be. Good luck today. I love you. “ You say after kissing back.

“ I love you more. “

He smiled before going downstairs. After hearing the front door close, you quickly rushed over to the window to see him getting into his white 2024 GMC Sierra 1500 and drive off. You went downstairs and out to your car to grab the decorations out of your trunk.

A few days ago, you decided to plan something special for you and Dame. Since he’s always so hardworking and such a good husband, you decided to plan a night of you taking care of him. It’s been awhile since you and him had some alone time since he works so much so today would be the perfect day to do your plan.

You purchased a maid lingerie set, rose petals, candles, and, comforter blankets. After placing the bags in the house, you went into the kitchen and took out the steak that was in the freezer and soaked it in hot water to thaw out.

Your plan was to welcome him home in your lingerie, have him shower, and show him the romantic set up you had in the living room, and give him his dinner. After that, he can do whatever he desires. For the remainder of the day, you spent your time decorating and cooking for tonight.

As 8pm came along, everything was set up just right. You plated his steak, mashed potatoes, and asparagus in the microwave and went to put on This lingerie. As you finished up, you saw headlights flash through your bedroom window making you take a peak through the blinds to see him finally arrive home.

After taking a quick look in the mirror, you hurried downstairs and waited for him to walk in. Dame had a long day. After his visitors, he had a long day of taking care of his animals and the product. All he wanted to do at this moment was to take a nice shower and relax with you.

“ Baby! I’m home! “

Dame announces while closing the front door behind him before starting to take off his boots. As he was looking down at his shoes, he noticed you didn’t respond. After taking off his boots, he looked up to see you standing there in your outfit completely lost for words. You smirked and giggled at his reaction while walking up to him.

“ Hey babe. Welcome home. “ You say before standing on your tippy toes to kiss him. He kissed back and his eyes immediately fell back onto your outfit.

“ W-wow. Wait what’s today’s date? “ He asks thinking today was a special day.

“ It’s not our anniversary or anything. I just want to do something special for you. You like it? “ You ask while slowly turning in a 360.

“ I love it. Come here. “ He says before kissing you again while smacking your ass making you laugh while pulling away.

“ Calm down boy. You have to wait. I got the whole night planned for you. First, you’re going to take a nice shower, then you’re gonna come down and eat, and finally, whatever you want to happen next, is completely up to you. The night is about you. “

“ Sounds like a good night to me. I love you baby. “ He says before kissing you once more.

“ I love you more. Don’t keep me waiting to long. “ You say while leading him to the stairs.

“ Oh trust me, I won’t. “

After he went upstairs, you went into the kitchen to warm his plate up. 15 mins passes and Dame comes downstairs in just sweatpants. He walked into the living room to see the center moved and a big comforter laid in the middle surrounded by lit candles along with rose petals, pillows, and extra blankets.

“ This is for after. It’s time for you to eat. “

You speak up catching his attention while walking over to him. You grabbed his hand and brought him over to the kitchen where his plate was on the table along with a glass of wine.

“ Oh you’re just spoiling me now. “ He says while sitting down.

“ You deserve it. Enjoy your food. “

“ You’re not eating with me? “ He asks.

“ No it’s just for you. I ate earlier. I cooked this meal just for you. “

You smiled before going into the kitchen. Dame loved your cooking. Every meal you made was always satisfying. After devouring his plate and sipping down the wine, he looked over at you putting away the pans in the cabinet that you used for tonight’s dinner. You were so distracted by putting everything up that you didn’t notice he was behind you until you turned around and met his chest.

“ Oo! Baby you scared me. I didn’t even hear you get up. “ You laughed.

“ Don’t worry about cleaning the rest. I’ll handle that later. I’m ready for my dessert. “

He says while rubbing your lips with his thumb slightly. You quietly gasped as your eyes met his dark and lustful ones.

“ Well, I am serving you tonight. “ You say while looking down at your outfit and back to his eyes. “ I told you earlier that the rest of the night is up to you. You tell me what you want me to do. “ You say seductively making him groan while smirking.

“ That’s my girl. “

He grabbed you by your neck before kissing you passionately. He released your neck and ran his hands down to your backside before gripping it and smacking it. He pulls away and grabs you by your hand and leads you into the decorative living area you made. He sat down on the couch with his legs parted and ordered you to get on your knees.

“ Open your mouth. “

He says while leaning forward. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue all the way out only for Dame to slide in 2 fingers. He slid his fingers into your throat and groaned when you didn’t gag. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked them before popping them out of your mouth.

“ Are you gonna let daddy use that mouth of yours? “ He asks while rubbing your lips with his thumb.

“ Yes daddy. “

You looked into his eyes lustfully before scooting back to give him space to take off his sweatpants. You watched as his dick flung up from being trapped down by his pants. Seeing his chocolate dick made your mouth water. He sat back down making you sit back between his parted legs. You leaned forward and spit on his balls before slurping on them making him moan with his eyes closed.

You grabbed ahold of his dick and started to jerk him off while sucking on every part of his sack. Chills were sent up his spine when he felt the vibrations of your moans against his balls. You popped his sac out of your mouth and Dame grabbed your chin lifting up your face towards his. You opened your mouth allowing him to spit in it before sucking his dick slowly into your mouth. Dame sat back with his head thrown back against the couch enjoying the feeling of your mouth around him.

Once you sucked him whole, you deepthroated yourself to lather up spit around him making him moan. You did it a second time making him move your hair out of your face to watch the sloppy mess begin.

“ Good girl baby.. Fuck.. “

He moaned breathlessly as you started to bob your head up and down with your hands in your lap. Dame enjoyed the wet sapping sounds of your mouth. He became aroused at how much you enjoyed pleasing him.

“ Fuck.. “ He says to the sounds of your squelching throat. “ You know how to please daddy well don’t you? “

He moans while watching you eat his dick up. You moaned in response before burying him in your throat and letting him sit there before popping him out of your mouth. Dame watched as the spit trailed from his tip and to your lips before leaning forward to kiss you sloppily. He licked your lips clean before kissing you once more and moving your head back down towards his dick.

He tasted so good in your mouth. You could suck on him all day. Dame was a moaning mess. He placed his hand on the top of your head while feeling you swallow him whole.

“ God damn baby.. fuck.. you workin’ for that nut. “

He moaned while breathing heavily. Your tight wet mouth had him ready to cum. As he started to feel the urge creeping up, he placed his hand on the top of your head as you kept bobbing.

“ Oh shit.. fuck! “

He held your head down making his tip go in your throat before thrusting his hips pumping his nut in your throat. He released a deep guttural moan that made your body hot. He released your head and you sucked him clean before popping him out of your mouth and looking up at him with a smirk.

“ Tired already? “ You teased after swallowing.

“ Hell no. Lay down and show me that pussy. “

You giggled and laid back on the comforter on the floor before taking off your panties. After throwing them to the side, you parted your legs exposing your waxed wet pussy. Dame laid in the sniper position between your legs and parted your lips with his fingers before licking your flesh.

“ Mhmm.. hold them legs back for me. “

He says before removing his fingers and burying his lips in your pussy. You moaned softly while holding your legs back by your calves. He ate your pussy so passionately. Dame made sure to take his time licking your pussy to get a savoring taste of you.

“ Oh shit.. “

You moaned and squirmed a bit as you felt him suck on your clit lightly. He chuckled and swirled his tongue around while sliding in 2 fingers into your hole before fingering deep making you throw your head back.

“ Oh god! “

You moaned out loudly as you felt his lips suction around your bud tightly. The feeling of his moans against your clit made your eyes roll to the back of your head. As he continued to pump his fingers, your juices started to squirt out making your voice become trapped in your throat. He removed his mouth and pulled out his fingers before rubbing your clit quickly with his fingers making your legs tremble.

“ Daddy.. fuck.. “

You whimpered and moaned while continuing to squirt. When you felt him remove his hand, you laid there with your eyes closed trying to catch your breath. Suddenly, your breath was stuck in your throat as you felt his dick slide inside you. He pinned one leg back and used his other hand to grip your neck before delivering his sharp thrusts.

“ Oh fuck yes.. This pussy feels so good.. “

He moaned while watching his dick become coated in your juices. His eyes landed on your face and he smirked watching the pleasure take over.

“ Oh my god fuck! “

“ Tell me how it feels baby.. “

“ It feels so good and deep! Fuck…“

You moaned out while listening to the squelching sounds of your pussy. He removed his hands and ripped open your lingerie to expose your breasts. With his hands cupping your breast, you held your legs back while he hardened his thrusts.

“ You look so beautiful with my dick in you.. you love this dick baby? “ He asks while moaning.

“ Yes I love it! Right there! I’m gonna cum! “ You moaned out with your head thrown back.

“ You know I love it when you make a mess, give it to me. “

Dame looked down to see his dick covered in your white substance. He quickly pulls out and leans to to lick your pussy clean before laying down on his back. You straddled yourself ontop of him before sinking down on his dick and bouncing on him. You placed your hand on his chest for balance before bouncing harder making him moan.

“ Shit.. take what’s yours baby.. take yo fuckin’ dick.. “

He laid his head back with his eyes closed and enjoyed the tight feeling of you wrapped around him. You placed your hand around his neck as he started to moan out. After a few more bounces, you placed yourself on your knees and leaned down to kiss him while throwing it back on him. You both moaned into each others mouth as you shared an intense kiss.

Dame reached up and grabbed you by your hair making you break away from the kiss. With your head pulled back, he started to thrust up into you making your mouth drop. With his grip on your hair you could barely move. He was thrusting up to your spot so good you could barely release a full moan.

“ I’m cummin! I’m cummin! Fuck! “

You leaned forward making his dick slide out before squirting onto his pelvis. He smacked your ass repeatedly while watching you soak him up.

“ Hell Yeah.. that’s my girl.. put that pretty ass in the air for me. “

While whimpering and trying to calm your body down, you crawled off of him and laid your head in one of the pillows with your ass arched in the air. Expecting him to fill you back up, you jerked slightly forward when you felt his mouth connect with your sensitive pussy. He licked your pussy clean before leaning up and sliding in from behind.

“ Oh fuck! You’re fucking the shit out of me! “

You moaned loudly as he pounded you from behind. With every thrust, his groans filled up the room sending chills down your spine. You loved it when he showed you no mercy. He held himself up on with his fists on each side of you while digging you out. It always amazed you on how many times he could make you cum. He looked down to see his dick gradually become covered in your cream.

“ What the fuck.. “

You whimpered as your legs started to become weak. He chuckled and kissed up your back before getting on his knees and propping one leg up. He grabbed you by your hair and lifted you up slightly before resuming his sharp thrusts.

“ Daddy loves this pussy you know that? So fucking good I might just cum in it. “ He moaned before using his free hand to slap your ass.

“ Please cum in me! I want all of it! “ You begged.

“ Yeah? You wanna have my babies? “ He bit his lip.

“ Yes daddy! Give it to me! “

Your responses only made his nut arise even faster. His mouth dropped as he came to his peak and erupted inside you. He released his grip on your head making your upper body fall forward and moan out loudly. He kept himself buried deep until every drop released from him.

“ Damn.. I love you so much baby. “ He says after laying ontop of you and kissing your cheek.

“ I love you more. “ You chuckled breathlessly.

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Camp Wanderlust, Part 2

Pairing: Camp Counselor!Franklin Saint x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, one use of n-word, kissing, smut. PIV, oral. (female receiving), fingering (female receiving).

Summary: Welcome to Camp Wanderlust! We're so glad you're here! Inner city kids have been granted the opportunity to spend their summer here, getting introduced to a new world. You and Franklin are camp counselors. During the day, you're teaching your kids how to swim but you can't help staring at Franklin's chest. Using the kids to his advantage, he asks you on a date. You weren't sure what to expect, but it was definitely perfect.

Word Count: 7,062k

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to get out! They are entirely too cute and whew! I need to go lay down now! This is deeply self-indulgent lmfaoooo. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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You were having a hard time teaching these damn kids how to swim. Not when Franklin looked like that. Water cascaded down his skin, soaking up the sun, and dripped from his low afro. His swim shorts were a pair of black basketball shorts but it got you thinking about what was underneath those shorts.

It wasn��t like the water hid everything. On none of the guys. And all the girls knew it. You shared a look across the lake with Dana and Jamika. They also stared at their respective men, water dripping from their torso’s as well.

There should be a law against putting this many men and women together in an isolated setting like this and expecting them to behave. How could you? Your mouth turned dry every time Franklin came up for air. The way his eyes would close against the sun and he’d brush the water from his face.

The cool lake water was welcome against the hot, humid air around Camp Wanderlust. It was not enough to cool every inch of you. Your pussy painfully throbbed every time Franklin flexed, smiled, or swam in the lake. You were going to melt soon, the more you paid attention to him.

The girls in your cabin were a mix of those who knew how to swim and who’d never set foot in a pool of water before. Not many chances to go to a pool to learn, or go to the beach when your parents worked long hours and barely got dinner in on time.

The ones who could swim, you had them learning how to float on their backs. The ones who didn’t, you had them learn to get used to the water. It was okay to dunk their heads and get their hair wet. It was okay to let loose and have fun. You would help them with their hair afterwards.

The first part of the morning after breakfast was spent in the water, getting exercises and tiring these kids out. A few days in, they were endless sources of energy and enthusiasm. Warming up to one another as they shared secrets in the cabins. The games between cabins were heating up as everyone took to showing their cabin pride when cheering each other on.

In a few, everyone was going to split up for the water volleyball game. It was going to take place closer to the shore, where the water was more shallow so that no one felt bad about not getting to participate.

“Is Mr. Franklin your boyfriend?”

You coughed as you whipped your head towards one of your kids, Drea, who looked up at you with a goofy grin, one of her front teeth missing.

“What? Why would you ask that?” You asked.

“You keep looking at him. My sister said that girls don’t tell boys they like them. They just stare at them and if the boy isn’t dumb, he’ll come talk to her,” Drea said.

There were just…so many things wrong with that sentence that you didn’t know where to begin. Which was more embarrassing? That you got caught staring at Franklin Saint or that you got caught by a twelve year old?

“That’s one way to do it. Or you could just talk to the boy you like,” you said.

Drea and her friends made a face like that was the worst advice ever. You chuckled. God, were you like this when you were twelve? Probably. The thought of talking to a boy at that age made you violently ill.

You chuckled. “I’ll tell you a secret about boys,” you said. The rest of the girls moved closer as you divulged this secret. They gathered in a semi-circle near you and you couldn’t help pinching yourself.

“Boys are dumb at any age. They are not taught how to talk to girls, thinking they have to be cool all the time. If you like a boy, sometimes you have to come on out and say it,” you said.

The girls shrieked their displeasure at that little nugget, dramatically flopping around in the water. They kicked up water at each other and you playfully joined in, splashing them. As they calmed down, another little girl, Asia, gave you a serious look.

“What if they make fun of us?” She asked.

“Some will. Some may not like you back. And that will hurt, but it’s better to know than twist yourself into knots thinking about it. And if they make fun of you, do you really want to like someone who does that?” You asked.

A chorus of “noooooo” rang through the air and you chuckled.

“So did you tell Mr. Franklin that you liked him?” Drea asked.

You laughed to cover up the nervous bubbles in your belly. You couldn’t even discuss him without falling to pieces. Every night, you two snuck out to the dock for heavy petting and kissing. You never felt more alive than when his hands slipped under your shirt and caressed your back.

“Why do ya’ll think I like him?” You asked. What secrets were written across your face when you thought no one was looking?!

“Your voice gets higher when you’re around him,” one girl spoke up.

“Yeah, and you always giggle when you’re standing next to him!”

“And you’re always poking at each other like my parents!”

You stopped them with a giggle. You held up your hands as your face heated from all the ways you showed that you were very much into Franklin Saint. Were you that obvious? You resisted the urge to check where he was now. You wanted to see more of him with that water dripping from him. You wanted to lick every drop.

A whistle split the air and you turned your attention to the dock. Anne stopped blowing the whistle and lifted a megaphone to her lips. Saved by the whistle.

“Are you all ready for water volleyball?!” Anne screamed. You didn’t know how she and Doug had so much fucking energy in the morning. You wanted to slap the megaphone from her hand just to see if she’d cry or find a way to be happy about that too.

The kids screamed, pumping their little fists. You clapped along with the counselors, eyes finally settling on Franklin. He grinned and gave you a wave. You waved back. Damn, he was too damn delicious.

You tore your eyes away to focus on Anne who explained water volleyball and the rules. It was all about teamwork, blah blah blah. You tuned her out and focused on your kids. They were grinning, open, and excited. It warmed your heart to see.

Anne encouraged everyone to get out of the water so that you could make your way to the other side of the dock, where a net had been erected in the lake. Some counselors were going to keep score, others referees, and others to keep an eye on the kids not playing. This was only the first half of the camp. The other half were doing arts and crafts at the moment before it was their turn after lunch.

You moved your girls out of the lake, helping them onto the shore. Brave souls tried to climb onto the dock, lifting themselves up. It became a competition among the more sporty kids, who could get up the fastest. You ain’t have shit to prove so you walked onto the shore, the sun doing its best to steal the coolness from the lake.

You felt a light hand on your elbow and you nearly tripped from shock. Franklin laughed and caught you, righting you back on your feet. “Literally falling for me, huh?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes and slapped his hands away, gaining distance from him. “You get on my nerves!” You said.

He chuckled and stayed by you to ensure that you didn’t tip over again. “You need to stop scaring me. Sneaking up behind me and stuff.”

The water plastered his shorts to his lean frame and you took a deep gulp at the sight of a certain bulge. Dear god. And that was him after being in the water. What would he look like at full attention?

You cleared your throat and looked behind you to account for your kids. You didn’t need your filthy thoughts plastered all over your face. These nights with Franklin felt like dreams. But you knew they were real. And they were making your thoughts dizzy. Your breath quicken every time you thought back to his mouth on you. His hands on you. You were left burning to a crisp every time you parted and you had to climb into your bed alone. You didn’t expect to feel so intently for him, but you needed him like a bad habit.

Cabin 5 slowly gathered themselves together. Both boys and girls began warming up to each other, finding common interests to talk about like school, Star Wars, or whatever it was that kids were into these days.

They gathered up behind you as Anne called out which cabin was going first. Half from the boys and girls would work together, giving each cabin two chances to win. If it ends up being a tie, then there would be a final showdown.

Your cabin wasn’t up yet, so you watched Cabin 2 go first against Cabin 3. You hung out and watched as the game went underway, Anne excitedly cheering for both sides.

A boy pushed between you and Franklin and you weren’t aware you had been standing so close to each other. “Mr. Franklin? Now would be a good time,” he said.

You looked from the little boy to Franklin. Franklin only smiled. “You right. Ya’ll remember what I told ya’ll?” He asked.

The boys agreed and you turned to face the kids. You looked to the girls, but they looked just as confused as you were.

“Ya’ll not pranking me right? You really think she likes me?” Franklin asked, but his eyes were on you. Nervous, soft giggles escaped you as you tried to puzzle out what Franklin was up to.

Your girls jumped in, enthusiastically answering him with the same bullshit they tossed at you. “What makes ya’ll think he likes me?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. You wore a modest swimsuit, a two piece that still showed a lot of skin. You suddenly felt exposed. Like they were tap dancing on an insecurity you tried hard to bury.

“He always talks about you. Like how smart you are. He said smart girls are the best girls,” one of the boys answered.

“He said your smile was the cutest he’s ever seen!”

You laughed, staring at Franklin. He clasped his hands behind his back and shrugged, like he was a little embarrassed by the attention but wasn’t going to fight it. “Is that right?” You asked the kids, but looked at him. He smiled softly.

“I also said that you must always compliment a woman whenever you see her. Women are the best thing God blessed us with,” Franklin said.

He was laying it on so thick. And it worked heavenly magic on you. You didn’t take him for a believer in God, much more practical in his approach to life. Forget butterflies, humming birds fluttered in your stomach as you looked at him.

“You supposed to be teaching these kids about the woods!” You said with a laugh.

“I’m teaching them valuable lessons to become strong, young men! Ain’t that right?” Franklin asked.

The kids answered with a yes, jumping up and down and giggling about you two to each other. They were just as bad as the counselors. Middle school really did prepare you for the rest of your life. There was never going to be a moment where people didn’t get downright giddy about two people liking each other.

You couldn’t talk. You were just as bad. You were smitten with Franklin in ways that made your previous crushes pale in comparison.

Franklin stepped closer to you. “You don’t know how badly I wanna kiss you right now,” he said.

“Same,” you admitted. You wanted to push your lips against his and never come up for air. You wanted his hands back around you, holding you, exploring you. Not appropriate to show these kids, so you smiled and looked back at them.

“Did he put you up to this?” You asked.

The boys looked to Franklin for help, confirming your suspicions. “Mr. Franklin! You should ask her on a date! That’s what my dad does when he makes my mom mad,” one of the little boys said.

You laughed, shaking your head. These kids were something else. Treating the two of you like you were a soap opera drama.

“That’s a great idea. Would you like to go on a date with me?” Franklin asked.

“What date would that be?” You asked. Your girls backed you up, oooh’ing and giggling about this playful exchange.

“A gorgeous bonfire, we can share smores and talk,” he said. You were going to interject, that smores and a bonfire was the norm every night. But then he kept going. “Followed by a walk by the lake, to look at the stars. I’ll tell you that every star up there can’t compare to you.”

You gasped, not prepared for that. You stared at him, at his open, hopeful face and you smiled. He had you hook, line, and sinker. How the hell were you going to walk away after three weeks? When this was all over, losing him would break you. You went to separate schools and you both had plans for the future. Plans that didn’t factor in unexpectedly meeting each other.

The girls next to you sighed briefly, looking at Franklin like they were head over heels in love. You got it. You were falling rapidly for him as well. The boys were a bit slower on the take. Some understood, looking to Franklin like he just altered their minds. Some looked at him like he was crazy.

“Then I’d walk you back to your cabin and kiss your hand, and beg for another date,” he finished, that lopsided grin reappearing. “Will you say yes?”

You took a deep breath. Shit. You wouldn’t survive a date like that. You’d be too busy trying to jump his bones.

“Say yes!” Drea said, pushing against your back. The other girls joined her, a round of “say yes” getting louder and disturbing the second round of Cabin 2 versus Cabin 3. The boys jumped in, crowding behind Franklin and turning puppy dog eyes towards you. They clasped their hands in front of them, dropping their chin onto their hands, and poking out their bottom lip.

“I know you taught them that!” You said and giggled.

“Gotta use every advantage I got,” Franklin said.

You shook your head but finally relented. As if you were going to say no. The kids screamed their excitement, and you told them to direct that excitement towards the other cabins. They were supposed to be sizing up their competition, not worried about your love life. And yet…

You looked at Franklin as the kids pushed forward to watch the game. Both teams lost and won a round, so your kids were up next against Cabin 2. You and Franklin got back into the lake, sharing glances and smirks as you walked further in. The water was about waist high for everyone except the guy counselors.

The hell were they putting in the water in the hood? Everyone was fine. Jamika held up a thumbs up for you and you returned the gesture. You and Franklin worked as a team, calling a fair game and tallying up the points. Your cabin won both rounds and went up against cabin 3, for a combined total of three wins.

You, Franklin, and Cabin 5 all celebrated your win out of the lake to make room for Cabin 1 and 4. Their game would be a little shorter since there wouldn’t be an odd team out. Franklin bumped shoulders with you as you walked behind your cabin. They playfully recapped the same games you just witnessed.

“I ain’t get a chance to tell you how good you look in that swimsuit,” Franklin said.

You shushed him, even though the other cabin counselors weren’t near you and the kids were in front of you. Franklin laughed at your antics, shaking his head.

“You are so bad,” you said.

“I had to stay in the water up to my chest just so no one would see something they shouldn’t,” Franklin said, intentionally leaving it up to your imagination. You appreciated him censoring himself, but his words only conjured up filthy images in your mind.

“Do I get to see it later then?” You asked.

Franklin sucked in a sharp breath and you smiled at getting to trip him up for once. “Are you serious?” He asked.

You nodded. Fuck waiting. You didn’t know what you were waiting for. You only knew that kissing him by moonlight was romantic as hell, but you wanted a little more. You wanted to douse this fire in your belly and you needed him to do it. To finally give in to this thing between you. Connecting you.

Franklin grinned. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Tonight?” He asked.

You smiled. “Tonight.” Tonight, you were going to have sex with Franklin Saint. You were going to faint, but god help you, you needed it.

“Ewww!” One of the boys shrieked. You looked at him and the whole cabin had turned around to see your hand in Franklin’s. Franklin waved them off and dared them to a race towards the cabin. He gave you a last, scorching look before he took off, never telling the boys when to go.

You did the same with your girls, running past them to the cabins to get cleaned up and prepare for lunch.

Franklin sat next to you around the campfire. After getting cleaned up and having lunch, the kids still somehow had energy for arts and crafts. They were learning to build cabins out of popsicle sticks. You and Franklin worked around them, providing supplies where needed and working on one together.

But as the sun finally lost its heat, everyone was tired as hell. You decided to let the girls have free time, free to go to the rec room or get a nap in. You opted for a nap. Shit, you were tired as hell. As well as too keyed up for tonight.

Now, you were around the bonfire, speaking to Anne about the day’s festivities and what the kids liked the most. Some shared their honest experiences, telling Anne that they never thought anything like this existed in the real world. They thought “camp” was something made up for TV shows and movies.

You had to fight off more than a few tears, hearing about kids from broken homes. Kids who didn’t think they’d be able to do something like this. Kids who had to grow up entirely too fast, taking care of their younger siblings and not having any real experiences of their own.

Franklin’s knee routinely knocked against yours throughout the night. Lingering touches whenever he handed you something like smore supplies or a stick. Your body felt entirely too sensitive. Too in tune with his body.

Night time in the woods was dreadfully cold, too at odds with the heat of the day. You were far from cold. Body heated in ways you’d never experienced before. You weren’t a virgin, but fuck, you felt like one sitting next to Franklin. The cold air lifted tiny hairs on your legs and arms. You felt every instance that his body connected with yours.

Nerves tingled everywhere. Your inner thighs too sensitive as you rubbed them together. Was there a way to fast forward through life? You wanted to climb him right here and now.

Anne wound down the night with something a little lighter. She openly admitted that she had no idea what they went through. That made you look at her in a different light. What irritated you most about people like Anne and Doug were that they tried too hard to pretend that they knew what it was like to grow up Black in America.

The fact that she openly admitted that she didn’t…maybe they weren’t too bad, for some white folks too cringey for their own good.

Anne went on to talk about choices and how each kid didn’t get to choose which family they were born into, how they grew up, but they did have a choice in doing better. Doing better in school, not because they’re parents wanted them to, but because they needed to learn. They could choose to go to college like you and Franklin did, find a passion, turn that into a job they could be proud of. It was a little sappy but you saw it sink in to some of these kids.

When Anne was done, she shared one final story about the crazy killer in the woods and that they must never say the name. She pretended to let it slip, but caught herself. The kids joked but they were pooped from the day’s activities. You walked them back to the cabin, your hand tapping against Franklin’s.

He grabbed your hand, free to do so in the dark. No words. Nothing more than his rough hand in yours. And it was everything to you.

At lights out, the girls asked if you were going on your date now. You told them yes and squealed with them about how Franklin asked you. You told them that they shouldn’t settle for anything less. Some of these girls would still fall into the same traps you did as a kid and you hoped to get through to some of them. Cut the trauma off at the pass.

No more girls getting played by fast young boys. You hoped.

You made them promise to behave themselves and you’d tell them all about the date in the morning at breakfast.

You left the cabin and started off for the bridge to the dock. You already told Dana not to wait up for you. As she picked out her afro, she giggled and kicked her feet. She told you that Jamika owed her five dollars now.

“This is just so great!” She squealed earlier when you told her.

You decided to stop fighting these teases. They made you want to punch something, but there wasn’t much to entertain yourselves with. Jamika was still after Jason even though he was trying his hardest to spread himself thin amongst the women. You’d think there would be an even split for everyone, but no, Jason was just greedy.

You made it to the bridge and saw Franklin there, standing, bathed in that silver light that gave him an otherworldly glow. Knowing him these past two weeks, you’d known that he was special. But it was moments like these, before he caught you looking, that you truly felt like he was meant for something bigger, greater.

You told him you were there and he smiled wide, taking your hand and walking towards the dock. The surface of the lake was still, no hint that anyone or anything ever disturbed it. Insects chirped somewhere in the woods, too loud to determine from which direction. The lake was large enough to have a decent walk ahead of you.

Your skin was on fire in anticipation, but Franklin was true to his word. You went for a walk, just the two of you, talking about the future and your plans after college. You asked him what type of business he would get into when he got home. He wasn’t sure just yet, there were so many ideas in his head.

“Every star up there jealous of you right now,” he said. You damn near melted into a puddle at his feet.

He had subtle calluses on his palms that rubbed against your smooth one. He was into some kind of labor and you found that you wanted to learn everything about him. Where he grew up, what he did when he was at home.

“My boys Leon and Kevin are my best friends. Right now? They probably down at the skating rink with everybody else,” he said.

“Do you skate?” You asked.

Franklin took a deep breath and chuckled. “Not well.”

“What? The great and powerful Franklin Saint isn’t good at everything?” You asked.

He laughed and twirled you closer to him, his arm over your shoulder now and your hand still in his. “Not everything. But some things I’m really good at,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Really good?” You asked, nibbling on his arm.

“Really good,” he whispered in your ear.

Your steps faltered as his deep, sexy voice caressed your ear. You bit back a moan.

Giddiness spread like heat through your body and you looked at Franklin as it seemed to hit him too. You walked a little faster towards the boat house. It was set at one of the edges of the lake, dark, blending in with the woods beyond it.

Franklin hurried you inside, closing the door behind you. It felt like you stepped into another realm, filled with magic and dreams. The sounds were muted inside, the chirping of the woods down to a low simmer.

A boat was smack in the middle of the boathouse, raised on a little platform and tied to a post at the front of the boathouse. The water beneath churned softly, knocking against the wood in a slow rhythmic dance. There were windows inside and it let in the moon’s light, casting long shadows all around.

“This is beautiful! I feel like I’m in a fairytale but it’s just the boathouse,” you said. Your voice was louder inside too. You hadn’t thought you were shouting, but that’s what it sounded like.

“Maybe it’s just you, princess,” Franklin said.

You pursed your lips, not wanting to give him a full corny smile. He smiled though, making you give him one in return. You stepped closer to him, wrapped up in the heat he gave. It rivaled the sun during the day. You wouldn’t mind getting burned by him though. Consumed by him.

Franklin leaned down and kissed you. Soft, gentle kisses that didn’t hint at anything more. There was no need to rush this. You knew that. But you needed his clothes off.

You gripped the edges of his Camp Wanderlust t-shirt but he stilled your hands. He smirked at the questioning look in your eyes. Then he took your hand and led you towards the back. There was a storage area back there to the side, full of tools for fixing the boat. Directly in front was a gate for when it was time to exit this boathouse. On the right side, there was a short ladder that led to a short loft area.

Franklin let you climb up first and you gasped at what you found. There was a wider window there, giving you a perfect glance at the half moon hanging in the sky. The stars twinkled around it and reflected off of the surface of the lake.

There was a pile of thick blankets on the loft floor, piled high with fluffy pillows facing towards the window. You scooted over so that Franklin could get up there too. He smiled when he got up.

“Wish I could’ve seen your face when you saw it,” he said.

“This is…” You didn’t have the words.

“Me and my bunkmate found it not too long ago when we were exploring during down time. We promised not to tell anyone else, otherwise this place would get nasty as hell,” he said.

That was an understatement. If anybody else found out about it, namely Jason’s nasty ass, this place would be a breeding ground for all kinds of gross stuff. The fact that Franklin shared it with you took your breath away.

You were further convinced that Franklin was it for you. He was perfect to share this moment with. Perfect all around. He was sweet, playful, confident in small, quiet ways.

Franklin moved closer until he was right next to you. His hand moved to your cheek, thumb lightly brushing across your cheek. You sighed, pressing your forehead against his. You smiled.

The lull of the water and the soft chirping gave you more than enough music to sway to. You kissed him, closing that distance between you because you couldn’t stand to be apart anymore. He kissed you just as fiercely, holding you close to him.

You went for his shirt again, lifting it off of him. All day, you’d fantasized about running your hands across his chest. Feeling his smooth, dark skin like velvet.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you,” he said.

Silly man. You smiled against his lips and kissed him once more. “Pretty sure this was my idea,” you said. Maybe not the romantic boathouse, but moving beyond just kissing. You needed more. You needed him.

Franklin nodded and resumed his kissing, taking your shirt off. He looked at your breasts held in your bra and his eyes widened like he was staring at something divine. It lit a fire in your core, so hot you were worried that you would be the one to burn him.

His hands skimmed down to your sides, pressing his fingers into your skin. You straddled him, getting on top of him while he leaned back into the pillows. You reached behind you to take off your bra, but your fingers were too clumsy. Shaking too badly from this need.

Franklin sat up and helped you. You giggled. You felt too young yourself, stumbling through your first hookup again. God, you were so awkward. Now held that same kind of wonder. The same kind of delicious journey into the unknown with someone else.

Franklin helped free your breasts and he sucked in a sharp gasp. The cups fell away from you and Franklin slid it from your arms. You expected to be nervous. To be shy and hide yourself. But you were comfortable with him. He made you comfortable.

Franklin looked at you while his lips went to your breasts, suckling on your flesh and placing kisses there. You sighed, scratching at the nape of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you and held you to him while his mouth found your nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered. His mouth was hot on you, tongue licking at your nipples. Your pussy throbbed, soaking your panties. Each swipe of his tongue made you grind on his crotch. He brought one hand up to squeeze your breast, pucker your nipple so that it was ripe for his attention.

Your nipples beaded under his careful exploration. He switched between them, taking his time with each. You dropped your forehead to his head, lost to this sensation. Of being claimed so thoroughly. Your hookups were far more frenzied, too busy trying to get in and get off.

Franklin was determined to take his time. Your hands roamed across his back. Across his smooth, unblemished skin. You felt cherished in his arms, was that weird?

Franklin moved his hands down to slip beneath your pants, grabbing two handfuls of your ass. He squeezed and you moaned, scooting higher on him even though there was nowhere else to go.

“That pussy ready for me?” He asked. His filthy words were what you needed. You nodded.

“I’m ready for you,” you said.

Franklin smiled, moving his hands between you to tug at the button of your jeans. Your hands unbuttoned his khakis, desperate for that hardening bulge in his pants. You released each other at the same time, hands flying to each other’s crotches.

Your hands wrapped around his dick first and he groaned at the contact. His eyes briefly shut, face twisted in glorious pleasure and pain, before he opened them and looked at you. Your thumb played with the precum beading on the tip of his dick.

He grinned as his fingers found your damp curls and swirled your clit with your arousal. You shared a gasp, both of your mouths dropping open as you played with each other. Silver moonlight danced over his features. He was so damn beautiful it made your chest ache.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

You giggled and told him that you were just thinking the same thing. You had to part briefly so that you could maneuver in the loft. You both shed your pants and came back together, you straddling him.

“Like a fucking angel,” he breathed as you got back on top of him.

“You’re the sexiest man on the planet, Franklin Saint,” you told him.

“Hmm, say it again,” he said and grinned. You slapped at his shoulder.

“No,” you said and poked out your tongue. Franklin pretended like he was going to bite it so you did it again and again, retrieving your tongue whenever he got too close.

“It’s not too late to back out if you want,” Franklin said, once more checking in with you. You appreciated him for that. Your past lovers didn’t fucking care as long as they got off.

“I don’t want to stop. Touch me, Franklin,” you whispered and leaned down to catch his lips. His scrumptious, warm lips that made you moan and grind against him. His dick rubbed against your belly, but you needed him inside of you.

“Condom?” You asked.

Franklin smiled. “Not yet,” he said. You weren’t sure what he meant by that before he suddenly flipped you over onto your back. The plush berry blankets warmed your back from where he had been leaning on it.

Franklin kneeled above you and you’d never seen a prettier sight. He kissed along your neck, your chest, returning his attention to your nipples. You writhed and gyrated on the blankets, too out of your skin to vocalize what you needed him to do next. You only knew that you’d break soon.

Sweat gathered on your brow. Your breaths mingled together in the loft area. Franklin moaned and moved lower, kissing your belly. Then he went even lower, pushing your thighs wider to accommodate his shoulders.

He dived in, lapping up your sweet juices. “Fuck, a nigga can drown in here,” he moaned.

“Fuck,” you cried out. Your hands gripped onto his hair, yanking at him as he licked and suckled on you.

Franklin gave you the same love and care he showed to your nipples. He fully explored your pussy, licking around your clit. Licking lower. Spearing his tongue in and out of you like he planned to do with his dick.

The desperate moans leaving you should be embarrassing but were anything but. “Let me hear it, princess,” he moaned into your pussy.

“Fuck! Franklin!” You moaned, thighs tingling unbearably. Your breaths stuttered in your chest. Your stomach hollowing out as your eyes rolled back. Your mouth opened and closed but no words came out. Nothing but those ragged, dry moans leaving you as you finally fell over the edge with one final lick from Franklin’s tongue.

You exploded. Stars blinking behind your eyelids as you came. Your legs shook, held up in the air by Franklin’s shoulders. You moaned, tears stinging your eyes. “Fuuuck,” you dragged out. Tears fell freely now. Your orgasm was so intense, you could barely breathe. Barely think.

Your nails dug into Franklin’s shoulders as he continued eating you out. Continued flicking his tongue across that sensitive little bud that brought you so much pleasure. It danced beneath your skin. Flashed through your core like lightning.

Franklin’s tongue brought you back from the edge, anchoring you so that you found your way home to your body. You gasped and moaned, calming down from something so intense. Franklin kissed up your body, leaving wet tracks on your body.

When he reached your face, he smiled and gently wiped away your tears. He pressed a soft kiss to your mouth. You were too weak to cup his cheek.

“Okay, princess?” He asked.

You nodded. You were more than okay. You were out of this world. You were on another planet. You were soaring through the stars above. But you settled for a nod. You didn’t have a way to convey your feelings in the moment.

“Up for more?” He asked.

“Please,” you rasped. “I need it.”

Franklin smiled and left you long enough to grab his pants. He pulled out a condom. You didn’t know how, why, or where he got it. Only grateful that he did have one and that you’d finally get to give in to this burning desire inside. This hunger for his body, his hands, and to be connected in a way only two people could.

He opened the foil, rolling the condom onto his shaft. You watched as he adjusted the tip, pinching it to give him some room to cum. Thinking about his cum made you clench in desperation. You had cum but it hadn’t satisfied the deeper desire to be filled up. The primal part of you wanted to be claimed in the basest sense of the word.

Franklin kissed you, taking your thoughts back to his lips. His tongue rolled against yours as he positioned himself between your legs. He pushed into a pushup, lined himself up, and slowly fed you his dick.

Your eyes widened, gasping. He shushed you, promising that he’d fit. You dug your nails into him again as he worked himself inside. True to his word, he did fit. Franklin was always true to his word. If he promised something, he meant it.

You groaned, pushing your hips up as he stroked deep within you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh Franklin,” you moaned.

He looked you in the eye while he stroked, taking in all of your moans and words like he wanted to swallow them down. He groaned, fucking into you, and you surrendered to his sweet lovemaking.

The slow pace. The depth. The kisses in between. Your legs bounced around his waist. He glowed from the moonlight. Fuck. This was perfect. This was so incredibly perfect in so many ways. You could fuck for a thousand years and this would be the one night that you’d always remember. The night where you had a blissful, perfect moment.

“You take my breath away every time I see you. Every time you smile. Every time you laugh. Every moment I spend with you just makes me greedy for more,” Franklin groaned, his deep voice sounding like it was taking all his energy to speak.

“Franklin,” you moaned, tears once more clouding up your vision. “I always seek you out. Wherever I am. I like seeing you from across the room. Knowing that you’re there makes my whole day,” you said.

You felt his dick pulse inside and you moaned at the sensation. “Fuck, don’t say shit like that. I’m trying to last,” he said and chuckled.

You chuckled. “For what?”

“So I can hear them pretty ass moans again,” he said. He leaned to his other side, hitting you from a new angle.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out. This new angle hit your sweet spot and you were clutching him to you, looking to him for that same anchor he provided.

“It’s okay princess, you can cum,” he said with a cocky smirk.

Your tease died on your lips as he commanded your orgasm out of you. You hung onto him while your world went dark again at the edges. You only had eyes for the glowing figure above you.

“Fuck, squeeze that shit,” he groaned.

You squeezed him and clenched around him, moans dripping from your lips like the slick between your thighs. Franklin stroked a few more times before he let himself cum. He halted, balls deep inside, while he came.

His dick pulsed and you scrunched up your face. This was too much. Too much pleasure. Too much.

Franklin sunk down onto his elbow, huffing. You gasped as well, overcome with pleasure and happiness. Tears fell freely from your eyes. That was twice now that he made you cum and cry. You sniffled while you both calmed down.

Franklin didn’t wait too long to roll off of you. He took off the condom with a groan and then returned to snuggle up behind you. He kissed your ear and you sighed into him, burrowing deeper. He pulled one of the blankets on top of you and you warmed up even more.

You grew drowsy as you spoke about anything that came to mind. The camp, the grounds, the stars. Your respective families. Before you drifted off, Franklin suggested that you go back to the cabins. He didn’t want you to get kicked out for his shenanigans even though you agreed to all of this.

You got dressed and looked at each other. Giggles replaced words. He went down first and made sure that you got down okay. Then he walked you to your cabin. You weren’t sure how long you two had been gone, but you knew that you’d be sore and tired in the morning.

And it’d be entirely worth it. You asked for one more kiss, no one more, okay this is the last one, honest. He placed a kiss to your hand.

“Will you go out with me tomorrow night?” He asked. You bit your lip and nodded.

You pressed your lips to his and watched as he walked backward towards his cabin. He pointed for you to go inside so you finally did, back against the door after you closed it.

You wanted to squeal. You wanted to get onto the roof of the cabin and see if you could fly. You knew better though. You didn’t want to wake Dana from her sleep. So you changed clothes and climbed into bed with a goofy ass smile on your lips.

The Secret Franklin Files | Part 1

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