stripper-patrick

[stripper-patrick]

The neighbor 🏘 Erik Killmonger

Warnings: language, smut, rough sex, toe sucking, angst, cheating,

Tags: @rebellious-desires @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Erik Killmonger x black thick reader

“Hey babe the tv remote is acting weird and it won’t connect to the tv. Can you look at it when you get the chance?” I yell out to my husband Jamar. He walks past me with a toothbrush in his mouth and the white foam around his lips

“Do I look like Verizon to you?” He disappears again and I sigh rolling my eyes. He’s always so bitter and pessimistic it feels like I can’t even talk to him. Ever since our marriage something has been off with him. I don’t understand why but every time I try to bring it up he dismisses me like he does. I put the remote down taking a deep breath to really center myself. I hear the water shut off and Jamar comes out of the bathroom, the mint off of his breath hitting me before his cologne does. His suit sitting nice and pressed as he grabs his briefcase to go to work. He gives me a kiss on the cheek as he walks by grabbing his keys in one swift motion. I hear the door open and shut the cool spring breeze filling the room.

I go upstairs grabbing a lotion to put on my body. I’m in the mood for vanilla today. I spread it across my cocoa colored legs and along my arms. The lotion gives me a glow that I love. Self care has always what I’ve been passionate about. I go into my dresser grabbing a pair of black leggings. I slide them over and take off my t-shirt back from my college days. I replace the top with a hoodie with bold dark and light blue letters and some low top dunks that match the colors of the hoodie. I walk downstairs grabbing my keys phone and AirPods before exiting our small house and walking down the driveway where my 2010 Toyota Camry resides. As much as I love that thing it’s been acting up. It keeps overheating and I don’t even feel like bothering with it. I walk past the Camry to the sidewalk beginning my walk. I see a big U-Haul truck with movers going in and out of the home that’s placed across the street. I keep walking not looking to be nosy at this very moment.

I take a deep breath really centering myself while walking through the neighborhood. A few hi’s come around towards people sitting in their lawn or others getting their exercise right along with me. As I get closer back to my house I notice a man with dreads and big bulky arms lifting boxes. He takes the box in the house and I’m caught staring. He flashes me a gold decorated smile that nearly puts me on my knees.

“Hey how you doin” he nods to me. I smile sweetly giving a small wave and nodding back his way. I walk to my door pushing my key in and going about my merry business. His voice was deep and sultry. I want him to talk me through a- nope nope nope I’m not doing it. I have a husband who I love and adore just like he loves and adores me. At least I’m pretty sure.

-That night-

Jamar just finished eating his dinner and I grab his plate and utensils placing them in the sink so I can start the dishes. He gets up from the table going straight into the living room grabbing his PlayStation controller and headset. He turns on the game connecting with his friends. I finish the dishes drying my hands and going upstairs.

I go in the bathroom grabbing my bath and body works Pure Wonder set. I turn on the shower water allowing it to get hot while I wrap up my hair. Once it’s hot enough to my liking I rid myself of my clothes and step in letting the water roll off my shoulder and back releasing the tension im feeling. This normally how it is for the rest of the night.

After washing up I step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body I go into our shared bedroom dropping the towel. I grab a pajama set sliding it on and I take a glance out of the window catching a pair of eyes staring at me. It’s the new neighbor. His eyes soften as we lock. A smile appears on his beautifully structured face, grills gleaming in the moonlight. He walks away slowly keeping his eyes lingering on me. My breath catches in my throat. Just then Jamar creeps up behind me scaring me. He wraps his arms around my waist kissing my cheek and then walking to the edge of the bed.

“Hey so I really need you to go to the grocery store tomorrow I won’t be able to do it I have to work” I ask sweetly. Jamar stares at me blankly taking a sip of some water that was next to the bed.

“Baby I’m sorry but just instacart it. Lucky for you I’m your husband not instacart” he kisses my cheek laying back and relaxing. “Also I have a business meeting to go to next week so I’ll be out of town for about 2 days”

I nod going to my side of the bed. “Well can you at least take a look at my car? I can’t drive it because it keeps overheating” I grab my lotion and apply it to my skin making sure to moisturize.

“Baby call the mechanic”’he says. After I apply my lotion I lay down sighing. As soon as my head hits the pillow I’m out like a light.

-A week later-

Tomorrow Jamar goes on his business trip. I’ve been trying to get some information about it just to make sure he’s safe but he won’t give me any details.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just tell me if it’s only a business trip. You act like ima pop up on you” I express flipping the steak in the skillet.

“Baby just drop it please damn” he sounds irritated. Of course I become irritated.

“Jamar what the fuck is up with you? You talkin to me crazy. When I ask you to fix something you don’t get to it. You’re very cold and distant” I turn around to look at him. His eyes shoot from his phone up to me, eyes wide.

“I gotta make a call” without any response he steps away from the couch and disappears upstairs. I huff and catch a glimpse out of the window at the neighbor. He’s smoking a blunt in nothing but a wife beater and some joggers. He looks at me pulling the blunt from his lips and he shoots me a smile added with a wink. I bite my lip unintentionally and his eyes go wide. Just then I see a print in his pants that make my mouth water. All 8 inches of dick waves at me and he chuckles disappearing into his home. I turn off the stove only imagining what he could do to me which leaves me with a damp spot on my underwear. I go upstairs not realizing how quiet my footsteps are.

“So are you gonna get rid of this one or keep it” I hear Jamar’s voice in the distance. Huh? Fuck he mean? “Baby we can’t have another baby right now you just said JJ”

My breath stops in my chest and I stumble back, my hand catching me on the table before our bedroom door which holds a bouquet of roses.

The door swings open and Jamar, who’s still on the phone, stares at me in shock. “Y/N I didn’t mean it” his hand reaches out to touch me and I turn on my heels going downstairs. My vision is blurred with tears as I grab my keys and run out the door shutting it with a slam. I don’t know where I’m going I’m just walking and crying. The cold brushes past me making me bring my arms close to me as I shiver. I didn’t even bring my phone.

My heart aches. My husband has a whole other family. Just thinking I start sobbing even more.

“Hey” I hear in the distance. I look behind me and see my neighbor catching up. “Oh my god are you ok” his warm hands embrace my cold arms. He takes off the gray colored Nike zip up hoodie he’s wearing wrapping it around me.

I try to stop myself from crying forcing a smile. I nod my head furiously hoping he’ll believe me. “What’s going on?” I take a deep breath and that’s when everything comes forward. Tears, snot, emotions. He holds me close his big arms swallowing me in an embrace. My legs feel weak but I hold myself together.

“I’m sorry this is ugly” I wipe my nose accidentally using his jacket. I realize what I’ve done looking at him and he has a small smile on his face. His dimples peek through just a bit “I’ll wash this I’m sorry”

“Stop apologizing” he insists “my name is Erik I think we live literally right across from each other” just before I can say my name I hear it called in the distance. I look over seeing Jamar running full speed my way. He slows down stopping in front of me trying to catch his breath.

“Y/N” he huffs. I look at Erik with a small smile. He returns the favor and I walk past Jamar back to the house. Jamar walks closely behind me as I take the short walk. The wind blows past me and I zip up the hoodie. It smells like a mix of weed and his cologne.

I open the front door and Jamar walks behind me shutting it “who was that” I ignore him choosing to not saying anything for the best of both of us. I go upstairs grabbing his suitcase a pillow and a blanket. I take the stuff downstairs with him shouting behind me.

“Y/N the fuck are you doing?” I put the pillow and blanket on the couch and the suitcase by the door. Without saying a word I go upstairs into our shared bedroom closing and locking the door. I go to the window looking out surprised to see Erik laying on the bed watching tv. The curtains are open. His eyes catch mine and he winks. I wave and close my curtains. I walk to the bathroom undressing and placing my clothes in the washing machine starting it. I turn on the hot shower water looking at myself in the mirror. I’m still in shock but I know it will process and hit me tomorrow. I shake my head laughing to myself. How could I be so stupid. He’s probably not even going on a business trip tomorrow, he’s probably gonna see her.

I step into the warm shower allowing my shoulders to drop. The water runs across my face and that’s when my throat gets tight. Tears fall profusely and once again I’m crying in the shower. I’ve been married to this man for 6 years. Couldn’t get pregnant and now he has a whole other family. She has what I’ve wanted for so long.

After crying and washing myself up I get out the shower and do my skincare routine. I go in my bedroom sliding into an oversized t-shirt. I grab the clothes from out of the washing machine putting them in the dryer located next to the washing machine starting the cycle. I go back into my bedroom locking the door. I turn off the light sliding under the thick covers pulling them up to my chin. I close my eyes and the only thing I can think about is Erik.

-The next day-

I woken up by sound of knocking at the door. I sit up collecting my thoughts before getting up and walking to it. I open the door seeing Jamar dressed in a business suit “I’m on the way to the airport. My Uber is outside”

I fold my arms nodding. He leans down to try to kiss me but I step away “bye Jamar” he sighs walking away but not before giving me one last look as he walks out the door with his suitcase. I look at my finger as my wedding ring glistens in the morning light. I take it off setting it on the dresser and go into the bathroom doing my morning skincare routine.

After coming out with a fresh face and minty breath I throw on some shorts and go downstairs to make myself some breakfast. My phone chimes and I see a text from Jamar.

J- I love you

I leave it on read continuing to make my pancakes with strawberries and blueberries. I grab some eggs out of the fridge making an omelette out of them. Just then I hear the door knock. I sigh going to it looking out of the peephole. Completely expecting to see Jamar thinking he forgot something I’m shocked when I see Erik.

I open the door and there he is with a smile on his face. “Hey Y/N” just hearing my name roll off his tongue I’d love to make him moan it but unfortunately I have too much shit going on to even wrap my head around sex. Although it would make me feel a lot better.

“Hi Erik um come in” I step to the side allowing him to enter my home.

“Smells amazing in here” he says

“Yea um if you’re hungry i can make you something feel free to make yourself at home” he sits on the high chairs directly in front of the stove. This is weird but in a good way. Normally Jamar would be on the game while I’m cooking and cleaning.

I reach up to grab more pancake batter my shirt going up a bit. I pull it back down and resume making him some food “so what brought you around today? Not to sound like an asshole I’m sorry”

I start brewing a pot of coffee grabbing 2 cups. I put ice in mine and turn around to Erik. His eyes are lingering on my legs making me feel hot.

“I was coming to check on you actually. I know we don’t know each other but I wanted to make sure you were ok after last night”

“Yes thank you it’s a lot going on” I say “did you want ice in your coffee or anything? I have different flavored creamer and sugar and stuff like that” I set everything out and he gets up walking to me. He towers over me the same scent of cologne that was on his hoodie from last night.

“I like my coffee hot and black please” he says grabbing the cup from my hand. I put some ice in mine pouring us some coffee and I fix him a plate. His plate consists of 2 omelettes and 2 pancakes. “Thank you” he holds eye contact with me and I smile blushing. I sit next to him and we begin eating in silence. It’s a comfortable silence. “Um I know like you said we don’t know each other very well but there were some things I was hoping you could help me with”

“Yea of course” he nods sipping his coffee.

…

“Ok so the tv remote just needed batteries. Your car has a leak in the radiator if you want I can have my friend get me the parts and I can have it done by tomorrow. He works at a junk yard so it’s fairly easy to fix” He touches the radiator and antifreeze squirts all over his shirt and arms. Erik closes the hood of my car and I’m shocked. Jamar couldn’t do any of this.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry” I say. I pull him into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. “Here take that off Jamar has a white t-shirt I can give to you. I also have your hoodie”

I grab the white tee from the drawer and when I turn around Erik is shirtless but covered in these scars. I can’t help but stare. “What are those?”

“I’ll tell you about my situation after you tell me why you were crying” he says. He puts on the shirt and I sit on the bed. Erik sits next to me and I take a deep breath explaining what happened.

“Long story short my husband has a whole other family somewhere else and he has another baby on the way” I unfold. Erik’s jaw drops as he hears the news. “And the worst part about it all is that I can’t get pregnant but someone gets to have someone that have and she gets more while I get the worse parts of him”

“I’m so sorry Y/N” his thick arms wrap me in an embrace once again. I hold him back allowing myself to feel present. It’s like the air in the room completely shifts when we depart from the hug. Our faces are close to each other. He leans in his soft lips brushing against mine and I finally seal the space between us. His hands roam my body and I start to feel the damp spot soaking my shorts. I lean back pulling him on top of me and pulling the shirt off.

“Wait wait” he says breathless “are you sure this is what you want?” I nod pulling him closer.

“Make me feel alive again” I beg. He kisses me again this time with less hesitation and more passion. It feels like the first time all over again. I feel something poking my leg and I stop kissing him and look down. His dick sits on my thigh just throbbing through his pants. My eyes go wide as I look at his astonishing size and girth.

“Don’t worry he don’t bite” he chuckles. I smile kissing him again. Erik moves down to my neck making me bite my lip. His hands slide up my thigh moving my shorts to the side. His middle finger teases at my entrance collecting my wetness and he runs circles on my clit making me gasp. I moan out my hands flying to his locs as I roll my hips on his fingers. He continues kissing my neck before pulling his lips and fingers away. He locks eyes with me placing his coated finger in his mouth sucking off my juices and then leaning down kissing me.

“So sweet” he moans. Erik kisses down my body until he’s face first in front of my shorts. I lift my lower body up and he pulls them down being face to face with my dripping pussy. He plants a soft kiss on my thigh swiping his tongue around my clit before moving to the other thigh. I whimper frustrated wanting (needing) my release. “Tell me what you want Y/N” hearing my name on his tongue could’ve instantly made me finish right then and there.

“Daddy I need you to make me cum please” his eyes go dark before his head vanished between my thighs. His lips wrap around my swollen clit as he brings forth that moan I’ve been holding back. His large hands keep my thighs apart while he circles my clit with his tongue.

Erik moans as he drowns in my love. As my moans get louder one hand travels up between the valley of my breasts and to my neck squeezing. He applies just the right amount of pressure sucking my clit like a lollipop. The smacking sounds only turn me on more. He moans and I try to clamp my thighs around his head but he’s so strong. He removes his hand from my neck bringing his fingers down to my entrance.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum” no man has ever made me cum this quick whether it be head or dick. The room is spinning right now. He enters one finger inside of me pumping slowly making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He stops eating my pussy and looks up at me as I shake and shudder “you want another?” He asks. Low voice drunk off my moans. I nod furiously, to encapsulated to say anything. He slaps the side of my thigh making my eyes jolt open. “Words baby girl”

“Yes daddy please can I have another please” I beg pitifully. Erik adds another finger hitting my g-spot instantly making my back arch off the bed. My hands go to his locs and he takes that as a cue to go back to sucking my clit. Both motions at the same time cause me to erupt in a loud moan. Just as I’m right on the edge of cumming Erik stops all movements. My eyes shoot open and he has a smirk on his face. He grabs my leg flipping me around smacking my ass. I moan as he pulls me up against his print. I arch my back deep while I hear him take off his pants. Erik aligns his dick with my entrance slowly expanding my walls with grace. I bury my face in the mattress as he buries himself inside of me. As soon as he’s balls deep inside of me it feels like he’s grazing my uterus. This man is very blessed.

“Tell me when mama” I moan nodding adjusting to his graciousness. He starts off slow and rhythmic. My breath catches in my throat as his large hands caress my hips and ass. I pull my hands back holding my ass and he moans.

“That’s my girl take it” he starts speeding up holding my hands. That feeling in the pit of my stomach creeps up quick and fast like it never left. Erik leans forward wrap a hand around my throat pulling me upright. One hand is around my throat while the other begins toying with my clit. I can’t see straight and I’m moaning at the top of my lungs. “Daddy please can I cum?” I beg praying that he doesn’t deprive me of this release for a second time.

“Uh uh hold it” he slows down making sure I hold my cum and I let out a frustrated moan. He stops stroking altogether still toying with my clit. I begin shaking and he pushes me back down only this time I’m not arched anymore. Erik is balls deep inside of me plowing me out while I’m laying on my stomach. It’s like I can feel his dick in my spine. He spanks me even harder both of our moans filling the room.

“Pussy feels so good Y/N” hearing him moan my name just feels amazing. He pulls out again flipping me on my side. He slides back in with ease once again wrapping a hand around my neck. I hold my thigh open and rub my own clit that burning feeling in my stomach again for a third time. “Daddy”

“You gon cum on this dick?” He grunts in my ear. His hand replaces mine rubbing my clit again this time softer. Perfect to the touch. Before I can even give him an answer I feel myself squirting all along the bed and on his dick. My body quakes hard and nothing but Erik’s moaning and the bed rocking can be heard. An orgasm so powerful that it silences you from your neighbor. Oh he’s gonna be my sneaky link.

“You’re doing so good. Cum again bitch” the name does something that I can’t describe. At this point I can’t stop cumming. Between his strokes he’s delivering and the dirty talk I may have to give this man a ring.

“Breathe baby” he kisses my cheek softly and I take my first deep breath since I came. A loud scream is let out followed by me trying to push away from him “uh uh don’t you fuckin move. You gon take this good dick” lord please help me.

“Erik you feel so good” he moves again this time getting on top of me. Erik sits on his feet never once stopping the strokes and he moves my legs to his chest. He takes my toes placing them in his mouth fucking me harder. Once he’s finished I wrap my legs around his waist and grab his face bringing him close to me. His hands interlock with mine as he plants a kiss on my forehead bouncing me off of his dick like hydraulics. He places his lips on mine and the feeling of me cumming again is arising quickly. Erik’s moans are louder as he’s kissing me.

“I’m gonna cum again” I shudder. He nods kissing my neck.

“Cum on me baby” he moans. His hands hold mine tighter as I squirt again all over him. Through the slip he continues pounding me out never missing a beat. “Fuck I’m bout to nut”

I lock my legs tighter around him letting go of his hands and wrapping my arms around his neck. Erik is fucking me so hard you could probably hear everything from downstairs. “Fuck baby” he exclaims. Thick beads of cum shoot up my walls coating me like a Twinkie. I never knew a man could cum this much. My nails scratch down his back feeling his dick throb inside of me as he empties every last drop he has to offer.

Once finished Erik rolls over next to me with a dazed smile on his face. “Oh my god” I breathe out.

“That was amazing but I’m praying I didn’t make anything complicated” I shake my head

“To be really honest you made me feel better than I’ve felt in over a year” I look from the ceiling to him to see he’s already staring back at me. He kisses my head and stands up dick still hard and bouncing. “Where’s the towels?” I point to the bathroom closet and I watch him walk over to grab a washcloth. He got a fat ass it’s like a strong tight booty that still has some jiggle. Erik runs it under warm water and then walks over to me opening my legs. He wipes off his DNA dripping out of me. “I’ve never squirted before” I admit at the most random time. He chuckles, grills gleam in the sunlight.

“Look at that and you squirted for me twice” it was just something so sexy about him saying ‘for me’. I smile watching him put the washcloth in the hamper. He comes back and I’m fully expecting him to leave and happily he doesn’t he lays with me in fact even lays on the wet spot I made for him. He wraps an arm around me “I hope this isn’t too much. I can leave if you’d prefer”

“Please stay. I could really use the company”

-2 days later-

I’m up making breakfast. This time it’s steak and eggs. I scramble my eggs when I hear the front door open. Thinking it’s Erik because I know he was supposed to come over but that was later I turn around and my smile drops. Jamar sets down his luggage looking at me “hi baby”

“Hey” I say bleakly. I turn around continuing to cook. “How was your trip?”

He sighs “it was ok. I missed you and I’m so sorry” He expresses going into the living room and grabbing the remote. He turns on the tv and I plate my food up watching him. “Oh you fixed the remote”

“Yea I had the neighbor come fix that for me. He did that and my car”

“Did he want anything for it I can give you the money back just tell me how much you paid him” he goes in his wallet pulling out some cash

“Oh no he said either I can bake a cake or I can fuck him” I smile taking a bite of my steak.

“Righttt you’re funny. So what kind of cake did you bake?” He asks rubbing my toes. It gives me a flashback to when Erik sucked on them.

“You’re funny” I laugh “I’m not a baker” his movements stop as I stare him dead in his face.

Should I do a part 2?

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Sneak peek🫣

“As my moans get louder one hand travels up between the valley of my breasts and to my neck squeezing. He applies just the right amount of pressure sucking my clit like a lollipop. The smacking sounds only turn me on more.”

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[stripper-patrick]

Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.

[stripper-patrick]

Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

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

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

#smut #fluff #series #michael b jordan x reader #michael b jordan smut #michael b jordan #filth

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Ok, its official! I died and I came to heaven when I found this blog! F*ck a long time ago I search for fics where’s reader are plus size... Gosh, give me a moment to expresse how a feel now! Thank u for this <3 I’m from Brazil but I like read in english and one more time, I’m so happy for all these histories with “ma fav x plus size reader”

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Heaven 🇫🇷Florian Munteanu

|part 1: Get You| |part 2: Heaven| |part 3: Hell|

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw

Song- Streets: Doja Cat

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

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

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

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

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

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

“Yes I am”

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

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

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

“We’re not staying in a hotel?”

“No” he chuckles

“Ok then”

....

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

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

“For what I’m here. You look good”

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

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

“This is dope Flo” I say

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

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

“So how long will this flight be?”

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

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

...

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

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

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

“Can I choose both?” I laugh

“Nope”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” He smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

“Nice to meet you” he smiles

“Nice to meet you too”

“How’s China” he glances at me smiling

“She’s great” he nods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

...

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

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

“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#smut #fluff #florian munteanu x reader #florian munteanu #big nasty #florian munteanu smut #series

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His moans are full, guttural and strained as his chest heaves up and down while he grips the linen sheets. Every inch your eyes look, veins are discernible. You come up wiping the corners of your mouth watching him look spent with a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Bring that ass” his raspy voice breaks the silence while he curls his two fingers mimicking what they’ll look like inside of you. But again, morning breath. So you exit swiftly to the bathroom, shaking your ass a bit more because you know he’s watching.

This was an act of violence.

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Room tour🗺 Sebastian Stan

Warnings: smut, filth, language, younger!reader 18+, nsfw, get your holy water, edging, fingering in public, get a snack baby it’s looongggg, jealousy, daddy kink

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

Relationship: Sebastian Stan x black plus sized/requested reader

“Ok so you have a 5:30 interview with E! Magazine about Endings, Beginnings and then you should be done for the day” I nod “oh and Anthony wanted to meet up tonight for drinks” he holds his coffee with his mouth and I take the liberty of grabbing it so it doesn’t drop and spill. My boss Sebastian stands in front of me eyeing me intently as I read off the rest of what he has to do today. “Thanks baby doll” he smirks. I failed to mention were in a secret sexual relationship. Secret because if word gets out I’m screwing my boss I’d lose all respect should I chose to leave his side and go somewhere else for work. “Did he say anyone about drinks or just him?” He asks

“He said he was bringing 2 girls apparently one for him and one for you” I roll my eyes. He chuckles as I take a sip of his coffee. Of course he drinks it black with sugar. I guess that’s why I’m here. “Tell him I don’t need her and you can come with me” he walks off and I follow him along the streets of New York. My dream was to go to NYU and be a journalist but my family wasn’t as fortunate so I didn’t go to college at all. Luckily my writing skills got me this job. “Are you sure I mean I don’t mind” I inquire. I’m lying I do mind but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I’m positive” he nods grabbing his coffee. We roam the streets and come across NYU. I stare up at it in awe and Sebastian is just staring at me. “Is that still your dream school?” He asks

“Yea” I nod looking down pulling my long braids out of my face. I walk away before I get teary eyed and angry with myself for not taking out a loan but I already knew the loan office would turn me down regardless.

“Why didn’t you go?”

“Well my family didn’t have the money then I couldn’t take out a loan and now I don’t know what’s stopping me cause I wanna go get my degree so bad. Maybe I’m scared to leave you” I laugh

“You could still work for me and go to school darling”

“Really?” He nods following behind me

“What would you major in?”

“Journalism” he smiles “because I’ve always wanted to being an interviewer and of course I love my job now and wouldn’t change it for the world but I don’t know I feel like that’s my passion too” my eyes light up like Christmas trees as I look at the building. “Ok I have to handle some business so I’m dropping you off at home after the interview” I rut my brows in confusion.

“Did I miss something?” We walk to his Audi Rs5 and he opens the door for me. I get in and unlock my phone going to the notes app scanning over my list of things he had planned for today and wait for Sebastian to get in the drivers seat to answer my question.

“No just some last minute thing I have to do”

“Ok do you want me to go with you”

“I want you to go home and relax before we have to deal with Anthony” he laughs driving off.

...

We arrive at the little spot set up to conduct the interview and there’s a woman fixing Seb’s hair and shirt. She presses her hands against his chest and he looks up at her then over to me. I look down quickly trying to make it seem like I wasn’t looking. The interview starts and he smiles at the interviewer. She’s pretty. Gorgeous in fact. Brunette hair, perfect green eyes, amazingly long legs and is just perfect in every form. She crosses her legs in front of him and he keeps his eyes on me. The smug bastard sends a wink my way and I roll my eyes shaking my head.

“Good evening everyone my name is Sophie Calhoun and here joining us is Sebastian Stan from the new movie Endings, Beginnings. Sebastian how are you?”

“I’m good nice to meet you” he grabs his water bottle taking a swig and licks his lips. His eyes gaze back and forth between me and the interviewer and I sigh leaving the room. I need fresh air. I step outside hearing the wind whip past me as I take a deep breath. The interview was short only about 15 or 20 minutes. I’ll just wait out here until it’s done.

...

I’m deep in my thoughts when I hear a door close behind me making me jump. I turn around being met with a kiss by Sebastian. He pulls away and walks away from me. I roll my eyes and follow him to the car.

“Go head and tell Anthony he can bring that other girl”

“Nope I’m bringing you and you’re gonna go home get ready and I’ll be back at like 7” he says

“What are you doing?”

“Just handling something” he shrugs. I shake my head going with it and Sebastians large hand caresses my thigh sending chills down my spine. I move his hand and he pulls it back on my thigh this time squeezing. “Stop playing with me” I smile to myself as he drives to my apartment.

...

I get in my small studio apartment after Sebastian dropped me off. I greet my dog Bando who’s wagging his tail at the door. I’ll definitely need a bigger apartment cause he’s gonna get huge. I put my purse on the hook next to the door and my keys on the table before sitting down on the couch. Bando comes over licking my hands and I pick him up rubbing his back and belly. “Hey boy” I kiss his head and turn on my tv. I go on Netflix and begin watching this new show I just got into called behind her eyes. It’s about a husband who’s a psychiatrist who starts an affair with someone he works with and his wife is crazy like completely off the rails. It’s been pretty good so far.

I get up and go to the kitchen grabbing a snack which consists of hot Cheetos and water.

Bando sits next to me laying his head on my leg while I eat my Cheetos and watch my show waiting for time to tick by until it’s time for me to get ready.

...

It’s about 6:05 right now and I really should start getting ready. I walk to the bathroom turning on the shower. I step in and let the warm water run down my back. I begin exfoliating my body with my gloves and just start thinking about Sebastian with another woman. It would kill me. I consider him my best friend and of course he’s my boss and if word got out I’d be devastated but I just can’t see him with anyone else even though we aren’t official. I start using a scented body wash lathering that up and scrubbing my body.

Once I’m finished I get out and do my skin care routine before adding moisturizer and grabbing a match bra and underwear set. I look at the time making sure I’m good before I begin my makeup. I start off with foundation before I hear my phone ring. I grab it seeing it’s Sebastian.“Hey” I place it on speaker and finish my makeup.

“Hey I’ll be a little early just because I’m bored so can I hang out with Bando?”

“Yea sure” I laugh “I’ll leave the front door open”

“Ok” he hangs up and I finish my light makeup using some setting spray and leaving it at that. I get up opening the front door and go back into my room. I spray on my deodorant and grab some body oil rubbing that all over my thighs and legs. Next I grab my favorite lotion: First Love by Victoria’s Secret and apply that. I hear the door open and shut and I open my bedroom door making sure it’s Seb. He’s dressed nice in a fitted black button down, a leather jacket and some black jeans. Jesus could he be any hotter?

“Hey” he smiles. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees I have on nothing but a cute little matching lingerie set.

“Hey” I laugh going to the closet finding something to wear. I hear footsteps approach my door and he stands in the door frame with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. I stand on my tip toes trying to reach a box of heels to wear but I can’t. Sebastian comes over pressing his back against my chest where I feel his hardening dick. He towers above me grabbing the box and he leans down pressing his warm lips against my neck. His scruffy beard rubbing against my neck. His free hand fondles with my breasts and I moan softly before giggling “we’re gonna be late”

“Oh well” his hand slides down my breasts to my underwear. Sebastian continues kissing my neck while rubbing my clit slowly. I bite my lip suppressing a moan raking my fingers through his soft hair. I stop him pulling his hand out and grabbing the box. He chuckles sticking his fingers in his mouth soaking off my juices. Great now my underwear are ruined.

“I’ll be in the living room princess” he winks leaving me in the closet soaked and breathless. I sigh taking off my underwear just deciding to go bare underneath. I grab an oversized jean jacket, a short skirt and a graphic tee. I pull out my chunky ankle boots from the box putting on socks and pulling them over my feet. I look in the mirror at the completed look and I look amazing. Now to do something with my hair. I pull it up into one big bun leaving out two strands of braid and grab my hoop earrings. I place them through my first holes and leave it at that. I grab my purse then step out of my room seeing Sebastian on his phone rubbing Bando. He looks up and smiles. “You look great”

“Thanks so do you” I smile. I sit on his lap just embracing his cologne and he rubs my thighs. He traces over my tattoo absentmindedly.

“Ready when you are” he says

“I’m ready” I smile standing up. Of course he swats my behind as I get up. It wouldn’t be him. Sebastian opens the front door for me leading us to the hallway where we walk to his car.

....

We’re seated at the table just waiting for Anthony and his date. “Did he tell you anything about this girl?”

“Yea she’s a makeup artist. Her name is Tiara and she’s pretty cool” he shrugs looking through the menu. His hand rests on my thigh but I feel it slowly creeping up. “Sebastian”

“That’s me doll” he keeps his eyes on the menu still inching his hand higher. “The salmon looks good”

His hand finally reached my bare clit and that’s when his blue eyes look at me. “Where are your panties?” He whispers

“You ruined them so I took them off” I bite my lip feeling his finger circle the bunch of nerves making me legs jolt

“Mmm rookie mistake baby girl” the waiter walks over. A young boy who’s handsome. He has a baby face. He smiles sweetly eyeing me down.

“Can I get you guys started with any drinks” he stares directly at me

“Can I get a jack and coke please? What do you want?”

“Um” I take a deep breath as he moves faster “red wine please”

“Ok pretty lady we have Port, Merlot, Lambrusco-“

“Port is fine and a water too please” I choke out. He nods winking at me and I hold onto Sebastians wrist who’s still torturing my clit.

“I see you have a secret admirer” I feel my release nearing as he whispers in my ear

“Seb I’m gonna cum” I warn. My legs rock and try to enclose his hand and I see Anthony and his lady friend Tiara coming our way.

“Are you?” I tap his thigh and just as I’m about to cum on his hand he pulls away making me silently cry. I grip his thigh as the consequences of my edge are hot on my ass. I take a deep breath and Anthony comes over with a smile.

“Chocolate Chino wassup” he daps up Sebastian and I stand up on wobbly legs hugging him.

“You must be Tiara” she smiles opening her arms for a hug. I hug her smiling at her openness and generosity. Tiara sits in front of me and Anthony in front of Seb. Our drinks come and the waiter allows them to order their drinks and appetizers.

“Girl is that a lace?” I ask quietly to Tiara. She nods giggling

“Yea why is it lifting?” I nod and go in my purse grabbing some glue. I pass her the glue and tap the top of my forehead showing her where it’s at.

“I’m going to the bathroom” she announces. I stand up and nod

“Me too” I stand up abruptly and quickly fix my skirt accompanying her to the bathroom. We go in the bathroom and I lay down her lace making it perfect “this cute”

“100% human I’ll send you the link”

“Yesss girl soon as these braids come out ima let my hair breathe then throw a wig on” I nod fluffing out her curls.

“I knew I’d like you” she smiles. I laugh nodding

“Me too” we walk back out and she hands me back my glue before we sit back down with the boys. Sebastians hand returns to my thigh squeezing and kneading the meat.

“So what’s been going on? Talk to me” Anthony asks Seb. He shrugs moving his hand back to my clit rubbing in small circles. I hold my breath. The waiter brings our drinks and I take a sip of the sweet liquor gliding it down my throat. My body is set on fire but his fingers chasing my wetness. Sebastian pushes two fingers inside of me wasting no time pressing on my g-spot. My hand wanders over top of his and my hips buck in the seat riding his hand secretly. My breathing is slow and shallow trying not to give so much attention to myself. His long digits ripple inside of me and I hold my breath again moving my hand to squeeze his thigh. “Ok what can I get you guys. Let’s start with this beautiful lady” the waiter looks at me smiling and my breath catches in my throat as Sebastian pulls his fingers out rubbing my juices on my clit. I bite my lip taking a deep breath. “Let me get the Cajun Alfredo pasta” I ask

“Ok did you want the garlic bread as well” I nod closing my menu. He turns his attention to Tiara and I look at Sebastian.

“Are you gonna cum?” I nod biting my lip. A loud moan threatening to spill past my quivering lips. He drives me right the edge but just as I’m over the edge he stops pulling me back. My legs shake in agony and my acrylic nails dig through his jeans as I breathe slowly pulling back from my almost orgasm.

“And for you sir?” Sebastian smiles at him but his eyes are trained on me. Anthony notices Seb’s grown jealousy and smirks to himself. Him and Chris Evans are the only ones who really know of our relationship.

“For starters, your eyes on me and not her then I’ll have the porterhouse with fries” he closes the menu handing it to him. The waiter cuts his eyes at him before leaving to put our stuff in.

“I knew his jealousy would come quick” Anthony chuckles sipping his beer

“That’s disrespectful especially if I’m sitting right here” he shakes his head taking a sip of his drink. Sebastian and Tiara engulf themselves in a conversation and Anthony looks at me.

“Y/N do you think you’d move out here”

“I want to actually I just have to find my motivation for it. The only reason I would is to go to NYU but seeing as that’s not gonna happen” I shrug

“You’re a smart girl you’ll make it work” our food is brought out and I take a bite moaning at the taste. Seb looks at me with a smirk played at his los before cutting into his steak.

“This is fantastic” I say mixing it around. I look down seeing the growing bulge in Sebastians pants. I slide my hand over it gripping it softly watching him squirm in his seat. Oh I know I’m gonna pay for this. I keep palming him through his jeans and he bites his lip gripping the table cloth. His eyes lock on mine. That’s my ass.

.....

We get to the car saying our final goodbyes to Anthony and Tiara and she hugs me thanking me about her wig.

“I’ll text you when I get home” Seb says “if I make it” he looks at me smirking and I smile

“Ooohhh I’ll catch you later then” Anthony hugs me placing a kiss on my cheek and he daps up Sebastian. They leave and we get in the car.

“I’m gonna take you to see what I did today” he says. My heart sinks a little. Maybe he’s too tired to have sex. Who am I kidding? He’s never too tired for sex.

“And what did you do” he places the car in reverse resting his large hand on my thigh “besides edge me all night”

“Trust me baby girl”

...

After a somewhat silent car ride we arrive at an apartment complex near NYU. It’s about 20 minutes out from my apartment. He gets out and jogs around to the passenger side opening the door for me. I get out and Sebastian takes us up the elevator to the third floor of a lush apartment. Amazingly bigger than my studio now. And a better view.

“What is this?” I ask. He locks the door not answering my question. Next thing I know his hands are grabbing at my waist pulling me close to him. I pull off my jacket as well as his discarding it somewhere beyond my frivolousness. Next are our shoes which drop a few inches between us. We walk backwards until we end up on the couch in the massive living room. It’s a rust orange color with gold hardware detailed on the sides. Like big buttons but only metal. The coffee table in front of us is a black marble with abstract lines of gold etched throughout the surface being held up by thick gold legs.

The stickiness between my thighs and the aching of my clitoris calls Sebastians name loud and proud. He sits on the couch pulling me atop of him. I feel his bulge stiffen underneath my bare pussy permitting some sort of friction but not enough. I undo the buttons on his shirt pulling it open displaying his perfect chest, stomach and gold herringbone chain. Next I work on his pants and I feel his hand slip under my skirt sliding through my wetness. He curls his finger at my clit making me halt my movements and shudder. He’s edged me so many times tonight that that was the foreplay. I want the dick now. “I want you to ride me baby doll” he rasps in my ear

I pop the zipper on his pants working them down his legs along with his boxers. I pull off my skirt throwing it across the room. I watching him pull on his dick, the red tip leaking with precum and I use his broad shoulders as support guiding the tip in and letting it expand my walls gracefully. I sit down completely damn near feeling his dick in my stomach. His hands knead my ass then move to the back of my hair pulling my braids. My jaw drops as I rock my hips forward and backward finally creating the friction inside and on my clit I’ve been longing for. I could cum right now but I’ll hold out as long as I can.

“Tell daddy how good that feels” he demands moving forward to kiss and lick my neck. I drop my head kissing his plump lips as he gives me a spank.

“It feels so good” I moan between kisses. He spanks me again and my hands migrate to the bank of the couch where I put more weight into it and push my feet onto his knees where I’m able to bounce my ass.

“Fuck just like that princess. You look so pretty bouncing on my dick like the slut you are” he breathed out.

I can already feel that black hole opening more and more about to consume me beyond recognition. My moans are loud just like he likes them to be. He wants everyone to know he’s making me feel good. Sebastian wraps his hands around my waist drilling me from the bottom. I can’t hold my release any longer and I cry out holding him close to me as he bites my shoulder softly. My legs tense up and I shudder taking his strokes with no other way out of it. I grip the back of the couch wailing and somehow in the process I break an acrylic nail. I could care less at this point.

Once I’ve calmed down he picks me up and takes me to the kitchen laying me on the dining room table which takes a resemblance to the coffee table, only bigger, as well as the chairs are the same just in a leathered material. He pulls my shaking legs on his shoulders pushing them damn near to my ears. He starts his rhythm again wasting no time but going deeper during his annihilation. He holds the sides of my heads pounding me out as he closes his eyes moaning louder with each thrust. Only the sound of skin slapping and loud moans are waved about in the room. My jaw is dropped and I feel soft kisses placed on it. How can someone be so sweet yet so rough at the same time?

My lover leans down where his pelvis is rubbing against my sensitive clit again making my body convulse. “Sebastian” my nails drag down his back sure enough leaving marks as his breathing picks up in his ear. My legs drop but they’re stopped at the crease of his arms. “I’m- fuck” my back arches off the table as he chuckles lowly watching me succumb to my demise of tensed rattling all under him. A smirk is played at his lips and I close my eyes already spent from my 2 hard orgasms.

“Fuck you look so pretty like this” what he says next makes me whine in exhaustion but excitement “but I’m not finished with you just yet pretty girl”

Sebastian picks me up taking me to the laundry room where he sets me on top of the black chrome washing machine. He gets on his knees spreading my legs wide where my honey is very visible. He kisses my thighs moaning at my taste. His beard scratches at my skin as he moves his face closer enclosing his mouth around my swollen clit. My hands rake through his hair and his piercing eyes look up at me as he sucks my pussy like a leech. My jaw drops as his hands move up playing with my breasts. I grind my lower half along his face gripping his hair.

“Daddy” I whine. He hums and my thighs have a mind of their own as they begin closing around his head. He separates them devouring me until I’m shaking on top of the washing machine wailing as my climax makes it’s debut. He cleans up the mess of me he’s made then comes up and kisses me allowing me to taste my flavor on his tongue. Seb picks me up taking me to the next room and standing me on my legs. A hard smack is pressed on my ass while he teases me rubbing the tip on my sensitive clit. He finally pushes the head in and I press my body down on the counter. As he starts drilling my insides. I gasp moaning loudly as my body jerks from the sudden thrust and friction. He anchors his hands on my shoulders drilling me relentlessly. I can’t breathe, I can’t think and I’m so filled with pleasure I can’t open my eyes.

Sebastian moves wrapping his hand around my throat fucking me harder. His other hand is pressed on the bathroom counter and he growls in my ear. “Open your eyes sweetheart. I want you to watch me fuck the energy out of you. You look so fucking worn out and pretty” he moans tightening his grip around my throat. Now I really can’t breathe and I’m loving every second of it.

My body jolts with each thrust as my back clashes against his chest. Both of his hands are now tugging at my waist and I feel him slam harder inside of me. “Seb I can’t cum anymore” I whine.

“Yes you can. I know you can” he lifts my leg on the counter and I lean down again feeling him go deeper. A hard spank is introduced and I hold my breath from the overwhelming sensation. He kneads the spot where he slapped and I mewl pulling my arm back to try to get him to slow down “move your hand” he pulls both of my hands behind my back obliterating me. My legs start their convulsions and I shiver under his magical touch. Sebastian twirls his fingers around my clit and I erupt into a loud shaking mess. “I want you to cum for me princess”

He fucks my through my orgasm making me see stars. Once I come down he chuckles “daddy please I can’t cum anymore” with that he picks me up taking me to the bedroom. He lays me down below him kissing me softly. Seb moves behind me pulling my leg up entering me again. He kisses my neck thrusting into me softly. A small moan escapes my lips and I rake my fingers through his hair while his lips move on my neck. He kisses my jaw then moves to my lips picking up his pace a little.

“Fuck you feel so good” he moans in my ear. Sebastian nips at my lobe growling and moving his hands to rub my clit again. His other hand is holding himself up to keep at his glorious rhythm.

“Daddy” I whine. He hums in my ear. He’s famously hitting my g-spot and if he keeps it up I really won’t be able to hold myself out. He goes even faster slamming into me until his moans get loud. I press my lips against his.

“I want you to cum inside me daddy. Fill me up like the slut I am” I moan gripping the sheets.

“You want daddy to cum? Hmm” he drops his head kissing my cheek and I turn to the best of my ability even with his hand around my throat kissing his lips. I nod during the kiss scratching at his forearm harder which sets him off. He lets out off a vulnerable moan in my ear followed by growls and low moans letting me know who I really belong to. His seed erupts in me coating my pink walls white. His labored breathing slows and normally he takes a small break right after he cums. Finally he stops thrusting and pulls out leaving a little bit of pain radiating in my pelvis. Seb lays back on the pillow and I lay my head on his chest completely spent “hey” he rasps. I look up listening to what he has to say “there’s a reason I bought this apartment”

“What’s that” I ask

“I enrolled you in NYU you start in the fall” my head shoots up looking him dead in his eyes. There’s no way.

“Sebastian please don’t play with me”

“I got your high school transcript, recommendations, and it was test optional so you don’t have to take one. I want you to live your dreams baby” my eyes fill with tears and I gather the rest of my strength hugging him. I begin sobbing and he kisses my head

“Thank you thank you” I kiss him and he wiles my tears.

“I love you”

“I love you more” I smile “but you gotta fix my acrylics too”

#smut #fluff #sebastian stan #sebastian stan aesthetic #sebastian stan cute #sebastian stan dirty #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #nsfw #room your #stripper-Patrick

[stripper-patrick]

BLACK HISTORY MONTH👸🏽🤴🏽

Feb 1:

Christina Jenkins: the Black woman who created the sew in weave technique. Thank her for y’all inchesssss👱🏾‍♀️

Feb 2:

Katherine Johnson: the Black woman who calculated rocket trajectories BY HAND because her boss at NASA Buzz Aldrin trusted no one not even the computers🧮

Feb 3:

John Morton-Finney: a Black man who earned 11 degrees and practice law until he was 106 years old and is believed to be the longest practicing attorney in the US 👨🏽‍⚖️

Feb 4:

Haben Girma: the first deaf-blind student to graduate Harvard Law School🧠

Feb 5:

Viola Davis: the first Black woman in history to win an Oscar, Emmy, and Tony 🏆

Feb 6:

Otis Boykin: a Black man that owned 26 patents one of which being the invention of the pacemaker that saved a lot of lives even in today’s world 🫀

Feb 7:

Mansa Musa: richest man in world history with a fortune of about 4 trillion💰

Feb 8:

Arsenio Hall: in the 50’s he hosted the first black late-night talk show in history 🎙

Feb 9:

Clare Hale: opened up a business caring for children and founded Hale house which is the first care center for infants born addicted to drugs 🍼

Feb 10:

Michele Obama: the first First Lady to attend and Ivy League university for undergrad. She graduated from Princeton and Harvard Law ✨

Feb 11:

John Mercer Langston was the first Black man to become a lawyer when he passed the bar in Ohio in 1854. When he was elected to the post of Town Clerk for Brownhelm, Ohio, in 1855 Langston became one of the first African Americans ever elected to public office in America. John Mercer Langston was also the great-uncle of Langston Hughes, famed poet of the Harlem Renaissance. 📊

Feb 12:

While Rosa Parks is credited with helping to spark the civil rights movement when she refused to give up her public bus seat to a white man in Montgomery, Alabama in 1955—inspiring the Montgomery Bus Boycott—the lesser-known Claudette Colvin was arrested nine months prior for not giving up her bus seat to white passengers. 🚌

Feb 13:

Thurgood Marshall was the first African American ever appointed to the U.S. Supreme Court. He was appointed by President Lyndon B. Johnson and served on the court from 1967 to 1991. 👨🏾‍💼

Feb 14:

Hiram Rhodes Revels was the first African American ever elected to the U.S. Senate. He represented the state of Mississippi from February 1870 to March 1871. 👨🏽‍💼

Feb 15:

Madam C.J. Walker was born on a cotton plantation in Louisiana and became wealthy after inventing a line of African American hair care products. She established Madame C.J. Walker Laboratories and was also known for her philanthropy. 🪙

Feb 16:

Before Oprah Winfrey and Michael Jordan joined the billionaire’s club, Robert Johnson became the first African American billionaire when he sold the cable station he founded, Black Entertainment Television (BET) in 2001. 💰

Feb 17:

The Black population of the United States in 1870 was 4.8 million; in 2018, the number of Black residents of the United States 43.8 million. 👥

Feb 18:

The celebration of Black History Month began as “Negro History Week,” which was created in 1926 by Carter G. Woodson, a noted African American historian, scholar, educator and publisher. It became a month-long celebration in 1976. The month of February was chosen to coincide with the birthdays of Frederick Douglass and Abraham Lincoln. 🎩

Feb 19:

On February 12, 2019, the NAACP marked its 110th anniversary. Spurred by growing racial violence in the early 20th century, and particularly by 1908 race riots in Springfield, Illinois, a group of African American leaders joined together to form a new permanent civil rights organization, the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). February 12, 1909, was chosen because it was the centennial anniversary of the birth of Abraham Lincoln.🗓

Feb 20:

Jack Johnson became the first African American man to hold the World Heavyweight Champion boxing title in 1908. He held onto the belt until 1915.🥊

Feb 21:

As a child, Muhammad Ali was refused an autograph by his boxing idol, Sugar Ray Robinson. When Ali became a prizefighter, he vowed to never to deny an autograph request, which he honored throughout his career. ✍🏽

Feb 22:

Jazz, an African American musical form born out of the blues, ragtime and marching bands, originated in Louisiana during the turn of the 19th century. The word "jazz" is a slang term that at one point referred to a sexual act. 💙

Feb 23:

Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated on friend Maya Angelou's birthday, on April 4, 1968. Angelou stopped celebrating her birthday for years afterward, and sent flowers to King's widow, Coretta Scott King, for more than 30 years, until Coretta's death in 2006. 🌸

Feb 24:

Louis Armstrong learned how to play the cornet while living at the Colored Waif's Home for Boys.🎼

Feb 25:

After African American performer Josephine Baker expatriated to France, she famously smuggled military intelligence to French allies during World War II. She did this by pinning secrets inside her dress, as well as hiding them in her sheet music.🪖

Feb 26:

Scientist and mathematician Benjamin Banneker is credited with helping to design the blueprints for Washington, D.C.🧪

Feb 27:

The parents of actress Halle Berry chose their daughter's name from Halle's Department Store, a local landmark in her birthplace of Cleveland, Ohio. 🏪

Feb 28:

In 1938, first lady Eleanor Roosevelt challenged the segregation rules at the Southern Conference on Human Welfare in Birmingham, Alabama, so she could sit next to African American educator and activist Mary McLeod Bethune. Roosevelt would come to refer to Bethune as "her closest friend in her age group." 👯‍♀️

#black history #support blm #bhm #black history month #black history facts

[stripper-patrick]

China Love 🎎Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Ima try my best to do a 3rd person POV

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

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

~Andy’s POV~

2:46am and all I can think about is her moans and how good I made her feel. Her smile when I walk into the room, how strong she is, especially strong-minded. Laurie stirs in her sleep resting her arm on my chest and that’s when I look at her. I don’t find the same love I had for her before Y/N. It’s not to say I don’t love her as a person. I do dearly and I love her as the mother of my child but I don’t love her as my wife anymore.

I sigh closing my eyes finally drifting to sleep not wanting to think anymore.

...

Y/N has been avoiding me for about 3 weeks and I can’t help but feel bad. The truth is I don’t know how to tell her I want her. That night is all I can think about. I’ve been so stressed out these last few weeks because my son might be a suspect in a murder case. That’s really been weighing on my shoulders especially since I’ve been kicked off the case. Laurie has been growing cold against me and I think she believes our son did it. There’s no way he did it. And I’m scared to ask just in case she thinks I’m trying to accuse her. I just need to know we’re on the same page as a family.

I’m sitting at my desk when I’ve finally had enough. I press the button for my assistant and she walks in with a smile “hey Lynn can you bring Y/N in here to me please?”

“Yes sir” she leaves and I take a deep breath standing up. I watch out of the glass as Y/N pushes her chair out and walks with Lynn. She opens the door and sees me folding her arms. Flashbacks hit me hard and next thing I know I’m having to shield my boner. She looks so gotdamn good with her beautiful mahogany hair placed into a neat puff on top of her head, her shapely body concealed into a short tight floral skirt and an olive green top with nude sandals with gems on them. Maybe it’s because I was drunk but I’m just noticing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist that says ‘breathe’ in intricate letters

“You wanted to see me” she doesn’t even make direct eye contact with me. I nod towards the seat and she shuts the door and sits down. I lean on the front of my table watching her cross her legs and move back.

“Can I ask why you’ve been avoiding me? And don’t lie”

“Because I feel absolutely terrible about what your wife will say when she finds out you fucked your intern and further more I don’t wanna be fired for fraternizing with my bosses boss” she cuts right the the chase

“Understandable but you won’t get fired” I reassure her

“Andy I already have people that don’t like me in this office and I don’t need our business getting out and I’m scared”

“Don’t be Y/N but if you wanna stop I completely understand” I nod “I just want the old us back” I’m referring to how much we used to be. Like 2 peas in a pod. Bound at the hip. Going from best friends to not even speaking is different for us.

She stares at me with her big daunting brown eyes “I bought you a coffee it might be a lil cold but you’ll be ok” I chuckle dropping my head while she stands up to get it. Honestly I don’t wanna stop what we’re doing because I can’t get enough of her but if that’s what she wants then I won’t argue it.

Y/N comes back with the coffee in her hand and hands it to me. “Have you talked to

Laurie about it yet?” She cross her arms looking at me and it’s just something about her stance that makes me wanna place her over my knee and smack her ass red. Laurie never really enjoyed when I spanked her or pulled her hair or even choked her.

“Absolutely not” I take a sip of the lukewarm coffee. She nods in approval.

“Well back to my never ending paperwork to file”

“Just do these for me and fill this out and have it back to me by the end of the day” I watch as YN scans the paper I gave her skipping the other papers. “This is an official hiring worksheet” she states as a matter of factly.

“I’m aware”

“You wanna hire me?”

“Yea and plus you’ll make more money that what you’re making now as an intern so fill it out and you’ve got it” I smile. She bites her lip and I know she said we should stop but I could fill that pretty pussy one more time.

“Thanks” she smiles. I watch her walk away before taking a deep breath. I sit back behind my desk and continue working.

....

Another late night at the office. I sigh rubbing my hands over my face. I look out and see Y/N coming in here. I believe it’s only me and her in here. I watch as a tall man stand up and walk to her. It’s Neal. He slams papers on her desk startling her yelling throughout the office.

“You dumbass bitch. You filed the wrong fucking stack” she stands up in protest. Anger fills me half way and I’m about to slap the dog shit out of him for talking to her like that.

“Don’t you ever in your gotdamn life say some bullshit like that Neal. I’ve dealt with your shit long enough. That stack was getting filed regardless right? Ard then chill out with the fuck shit” there’s her Baltimore accent. He rises above her with intimidating power and I stand up jogging to the door. Anger washes over me as I swing the door open and stomp towards the pair. I didn’t even notice the shocked scared expression painted on Y/N’s face. I grab Neal by the collar seething like a rabid animal. Without saying a word to him I give him a death glare as a warning.

“Andy” Y/N peeps out. Neal cracks a smile and I press him against the wall watching the humor drain from his face replaced with sheer terror.

“You think this is a joke? Do you?” I scream

“Andy” Y/N screams louder and I come to my senses. I let him go watching him scramble to gather his things leaning collectively. I let out a deep sigh and she’s comes to my aid rubbing my shoulder “calm down I’m ok he didn’t hurt me”

“He wouldn’t have gotten the chance” I take a deep breath

...

It’s been a few weeks since the ordeal and unfortunately after that I was let off my sons case. To make matters worse me and Laurie got into an argument that I’m sure puts us close to the brink of separation. I believe that she thinks Jacob murdered Ben and she won’t admit to it and keeps trying to switch the narrative.

I’m sitting on the couch drinking a beer at 10:30 at night when I get a call. It’s Y/N.

“Hey Y/N” I swig the last of my beer

“Hey Andy are you busy?” She asks. She sounds nervous

“No why?” I ask smiling at the sweet sound of her voice

“Can you come by the office I have something for you”

“Y/N you know they’re gonna lose their shit if they see me in there especially after hours”

“Please it’ll be worth it” she pleads. I can already envision her bottom lip puckered out and her arms crossed. I sigh standing up stretching my back

“I’ll be there soon”

“Yay” she perks up and I laugh hanging up. I grab my coat and hear the footsteps of my basically estranged wife approaching.

“Where are you going? It’s 11:30”

“To handle some business at work” I lie. I’m not even sure what Y/N is up to. If it’s what I think it is then of course Laurie can’t know.

“I thought you were kicked off the case”

“Just some important files I forgot to log into the system. No big deal” I pull on my coat placing my hood on my head and exit swiftly. The heavy rain patters hard on the concrete splashing upward with each step I take toward the car.

I get in and press the start button watching Laurie observe me through the curtain. I reverse out of the driveway pulling off into the night.

....

I open the doors and see YN standing there with a trench coat and some heels on and a bottle of champagne. She doesn’t notice my movements as she smoothes out the wrinkles in her coat trying to perfect herself. She doesn’t realize she’s already perfect.

“To what do I owe this dubious pleasure Ms. YLN?” I inquire placing my hands on my pocket and leaning on the door frame. Her smile is bright when our eyes lock.

“Well I have made a change of my mind on something” I walk towards her where she sits me down in the chair standing before me. My heart is racing and my dick is starting to get hard.

“I bought the champagne just in case you need some extra convincing” she laughs. YN opens her coat dropping it on the floor revealing a beautiful 2 piece LINGERIE set. Her body compliments the piece beautifully and that’s when I really take her in. Not just for her sex appeal but for her in general. She kisses me leaning down and straddling my waist where I hold her hips and grab a handful of what’s really mine.

<3rd Person POV>

Andy can’t help but moan as YN grinds down on his thick throbbing boner just waiting to be released from its shackles. Her dominant side takes over and she grabs his face planting an open mouth kiss on his neck. She works on his pants getting on her knees. Mouth salivating as his dick finally springs free. She wraps her acrylic nails around the base swirling her top around collecting the precum.

Andy sinks in the chair ravishing in her skills. He presses her hair out of the way watching the way her pretty brown eyes stare back at him while she sucks and slurps her way to his soul. His head falls back guiding his hips into the back of her throat never breaking rhythm. She pulls his penis out of her mouth rubbing her thumb and palm over the tip while she takes one of his balls in his mouth. A loud moan escapes his lips. Andy has never experienced this before. Not this detailed to say the least.

All the while he’s receiving glorious pleasure, Laurie is home rocking and sobbing on the shower floor. She’s come to the conclusion that her husband doesn’t love her anymore and than her son is a murderer. While one of those is true she can’t help but feel rage and insanity boil within her.

Laurie collects herself and dries off grabbing a pair of jeans and a a shirt. She places her wet hair up letting it air dry. Her long legs stride to her sons room where he’d playing his game but pauses it and looks at her “are you ok mom?” Jacob asks

“Come with me honey we’re gonna go for a ride” before he can respond Laurie leaves the room going downstairs grabbing her shoes. She’s out of her mind. It’s like she’s watching herself complete this indescribable action and she can’t stop it. But she knows deep down in her heart Jacob murdered this boy and she can’t live her life knowing her son is a murderer.

Andy pulls YN up by the neck dragging his tongue along the bottom of her mouth holding her captive in his spell once again. He pulls her panties off collecting her wetness through his fingers. She’s more than ready. Andy pulls YN down on top of his dick watching her gasp as he fills her up.

“Feel that?” He rasps “that’s all yours”

“It’s mine. You’re mine” she utters rocking and swirling her hips electrifying her heated body. Her hands grip the arm rests of the chair as Andy starts pumping up into her.

Her sweet moans. Andy could listen to her moans all day. Laurie was never loud or pornographic like this. Not by a long shot. He watches her ass bounce on his lap as she licks and nips as his ear. The clapping and slushing sounds of their juices makes music to YN’s ears.

“My dirty little slut so fucking wet for me”

Meanwhile Laurie has just downed her second glass of bourbon while waiting for Jacob to approach. She places her glass in the sink when she hears his footsteps.

“Mom where are we going?” The young boy asks watching his mother look so far gone it looks like it’ll take her aged to return.

“Just for a drive” is all she says before she grabs the car keys walking past him and to the car. Jacob shuts and locks the door placing his hand on the car door and instantly gets this gut wrenching feeling that he needs to stay home.

“Maybe I should stay?” He asks

“Nonsense just get in” she starts the engine and Jacob takes a deep breath getting in the passenger seat. He grabs and locks his seatbelt as Laurie pulls out of the driveway pulling off. She takes an unfamiliar road of what looks like dark road. The sound of the rain was always Jacobs favorite. Only this time it dreaded him even more. The rain was heavy, loud, and unforgiving to any car that would step forth on the slippery slope with a daring intention to overcome it.

“Jacob I’m going to ask you one question and I need you to answer honestly” oh no. Jacob knew this question all too well “did you kill Ben?”

“Mom I already told you no” that wasn’t the answer Laurie had damn near given up her marriage for and she knew it wasn’t the truth. She just couldn’t shake this feeling that he was lying. Before she knows it she starts speeding up to 30 miles an hour when the speed limit is 35 but of course driving slow in this nasty weather is imperative but she didn’t care. It was imperative for Jacob to tell her the truth and she was convinced he wasn’t doing that.

“Jacob I’m being very serious tell me the truth”

“I am mom slow down” he pleads with her trying to understand why he isn’t believing her. Her foot presses on the gas even more going 45 miles an hour He goes on his Apple Watch sending a quick text to his father praying to God he answers immediately.

Andy’s wrist buzzes but he doesn’t even bother looking at it as YN whimpers his name. Her hands shake as they try to find something to grab onto. Andy grabs her arms wrapping them behind her back as he holds her waist down thrusting upward hitting her sensitive g-spot making she cries out and squeeze his thick hands. The black hole soon to swallow the two up at the same time.

By this time Laurie is screaming at Jacob and has reached 70 miles an hour down the long road. Jacob pull on his seatbelt which locked for his protection. “Jacob I know you did. Your father may believe your lies but I don’t. You’re just like him. He lies to me and says he’s doing work and I just know he’s screwing someone else” Laurie is fed up. Tears pool both of their faces. Hers in despair and Jacobs in fear. She reaches 90. Jacob has been trying to call Andy and to no avail, no answer. He’s weighed all the possible outcomes of throwing himself out the car but with his locked seatbelt it won’t work.

“Jacob tell me the truth” before he can answer she presses on the gas going to 100. His chest is tight and Jacob has a feeling he’s going to die.

YN’s legs shake as Andy keeps drilling into her relentlessly wanting to make the biggest mess of her. “Neal can’t have you. No one can have you your mine. Fuck this tight pussy is gonna make me fill you up”

“Andy I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me darling” As the pair reach their climax grasping onto each other for dear life Laurie reaches hers screaming at Jacob continuing to incline the accelerator as he continues calling his father on his apple watch. The teary eyed boy sees that the speedometer has reached 104 Mph and all attempts to try to stop his manic mother have faded. He silently prays as she yells one final statement “I know you did it”

Andy clutches YN’s quaking body as she whines taking the thrusts of his dick with no other option. The duo moans out loudly just as Laurie and Jacob scream before black consumes the both of them. She crashed the car head first into the side of a brick tunnel.

YN looks at Andy who has a small smile on his face. His hands unwrap from her lower back where he held her in place and she looks at his Apple Watch seeing the 7 missed calls from Jacob and one text reading: “mom losing shit”. YN glances at the time displaying 1:22am. Why is Jacob awake and why did he call 7 times.

“Andy you need to go. Jacob called you 7 times” his eyes go wide as the brown skinned mistress pulls herself off of his deflating member as he tries calling Jacob back. It goes straight to voicemail. Andy can’t think of anything but the worst.

#andy barber smut #andy barber #defending jacob #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans gif #chris evans imagine #andy barber imagine

[stripper-patrick]

You can but I’ve explained before that we as plus sized girls and poc rarely have stories written about us let alone for them to be paired together (either one or the other) you can imagine yourself in there and replace the plus sized adjectives w wvr you’d like but I like making plus size and poc readers to have more diversity in the fanfic world. It’s rare that I, myself, read about the thick black girl who slept with a bonnet or a sew in or braids ❤️

Read to me📘 Chris Evans

Warnings: smut, filth

Since y’all love cevans so much💕

Relationship: Chris Evans x black plus sized reader

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[stripper-patrick]

hi i had a question and i’m sorry if it’s rude in anyway or is disrespectful but i was wondering if it was okay to read your stories even tho i’m not a poc or plus sized? and if you only do stories where the reader is a poc or you do other requests to? sorry if this is rude i don’t mean for it to be!

Yea ofc anyone can read my stories but I do it for the poc and plus sized bc we don’t have that many out there but yes which is why I try to limit the stories with the n-word and if it’s in there I’ll put a warning ❤️

[stripper-patrick]

Uh, hi. May I request some smut w Henry cavill x Indian reader? Some lazy Sunday morning/Friday night stuff? Thank you 🥺💕 I love your blog. I binge read most of it today. Hehe

Heaux Tales 👜 Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, rough, cheating, fingering, reverse voyeurism (?), daddy kink, quickie

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

Relationship: Henry Cavill x Indian/black reader

I zip down the highway switching into the right lane before taking the exit hitting a quick right turn. I whine my hips to the music of my throwbacks playlist the song Temperature by Sean Paul blasting through the speakers.

I’m coming straight from work to my sisters house and where she’s having a game night. My boyfriend unfortunately couldn’t make it seeing as he couldn’t take off the graveyard shift. I make a left entering into the driveway of the nice looking townhome my sister Armani owns.

I park in a parallel spot and see a few cars, about 4, already outside of her house. I step out pulling down my suede mini skirt with a vertical seam. I smooth out my sepia colored shirt feeling the wind start to pick up outside. I grab my black duster sliding it over my thick arms before grabbing my chestnut brown purse and walking up to the door. I try the door handle and it opens allowing me in. I take off my loafers at the door and hear the chattering of a few guests.

This house used to be our parents right before they died. We had 2 beautiful mothers who loved us very much but sadly they were involved in a head on collision that killed one of them on impact. The other died in the hospital just a day later but I was grateful for those few hours.

I look at the pictures of all of us and then I hear my name being shouted with joy. “YN” I’m greeted with open arms from my older sister. The fair-skinned 5’8 woman with a cheeky smile plastered on her face looks at me “don’t be mad” she bites her lip

“I’m already mad now” which was only half of a joke. What did she do this time? Appears from behind a wall, my recent ex Henry, with a cheeky smile as well. His perfectly short hair and fitted tee makes me wonder if he does all the thing he used to do to me, to his... snow bunnies. He started off as a fling which then turned into a 2 year relationship and when that ended we were still having sex with each other. I really only stopped fucking him just a year ago, right before I got with my current boyfriend, Cameron. The breakup was mutual but still sour. He was my best friend. Now every time I look I see a different broad on his shoulder. Like a trophy. He’s got a bitch for everyday of the week.

“Oh nice seeing you Henry” I glare at Armani and she smiles. The tall Brit walks over to me engulfing me in his warm embrace. Almost made me miss us being together. He lets me go and I step back.

“Nice seeing you as well. You look good” he glanced me up and down quickly before returning to my eyes. I can’t help but remember that those were one of his favorite features about me. My chocolate brown eyes.

“As do you” an content silence falls in the air and Armani clears her throat

“Let’s get you drunk and get this game night started” she grabs my hand and Henry follows us. We part ways, him heading to the living room and me and my sister to the kitchen where I look at her.

“I miss his goofy side” she tried to plea. I shake my head grabbing a shot of tequila and taking it straight to the head. I pour another shot downing it before shaking my head squinting at the taste. I walk to the living room meeting everyone. 2 of our cousins Briette and Joseline and Bri’s husband Carter.

“Hey guys” I hug them and look for a place to sit. Unfortunately I’m seated only one person away from Henry and I cross my legs watching his eyes move back and forth between my thighs and his hands that are resting on his thighs. Let’s begin the games.

....

I’m slightly tipsy and I’m definitely hot from the whiskey I’ve been consuming. I’m not completely drunk but I’m a little tipsy. We’re playing the game midnight taboo and it’s me, Henry and Briette vs. Armani, Carter and Jo. It’s Henry’s turn to read off the cards and we guess.

The timer starts and he begins. “Um ok Brazzers, Xvideos-“

“Porn” Bri yells out he nods grabbing another card

“YN I do this to you all the time”

“Fuck?”

“Something while we do that”

“Spanking? Cumming?” he shakes his head looking dead at me “choking” he nods grabbing another card

“Young adult kids play this at a party it’s a this or that activity”

“Get high or get drunk” I answer he shakes his head

“It’s a gathered activity” this British man and his proper English are blowing me right now. I think hard hearing Bri yell out random stuff and I finally come up with something “truth or dare”

“Time” Carter yells. Henry smiles nodding and I can’t help but begin thinking about when he would choke me while he thrashed his hips in me. I press my legs together biting my lip before raising my eyes to accidentally meet his. I knock back another shot wincing at the taste before just zoning off.

....

We’ve moved onto another game which is cards against humanity. Me and Henry are seated close next to each other of course not by my picking. He decided to sit this game out and just watch us play. I sort through my cards trying to find a good one that Joseline would like. I place one down and Henry inches closer making my breath catch in my throat.

“I see the way you keep looking at me” he whispers. Without a word being exchanged I look at him and unconsciously bite my lip. Something that would’ve made him take me right then and there.

As Joseline reads off the cards deciding on which is her favorite determining who gets the point Henry’s hand caresses my thigh. I always melted when he’d squeeze and knead my thigh like dough.

“I like Y/N’s” I smile and grab a black card reading it off. “This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot and full of blank”

As the crowd sorts through their cards Henry’s hands creeps higher and higher softly rubbing my clothed clit. He does it so swiftly that I’m already at the point where I don’t want him to stop. He slides my panties to the side running his fingers through my slick using that to rub my coated pearl.

I jolt slightly opening my legs more where he inserts 2 fingers pumping slowly. Everyone hands me their cards and I clear my throat trying to act as normal as possible. “Crippling debt” I smile biting my lip again as Henry keeps grazing that spot “money moves, asshole full of jelly beans, tax fraud, and oh god” his fingers dig deeper inside of me as I mask my moan grinding my hips in the seat. I can see the tent forming in his pants and trust me he was packing.

“And crabs” Henry curls his fingers against my g-spot. My body jerks as Bri looks at me.

“You ok?”

“Yes I’m good. I like tax fraud” Carter smiles and grabs a black card. I grab Henry’s wrist and he leans close to my ear again.

“That’s it pet ride my fingers until you cum” oh god I wanna protest so bad but it feels so good. I rest my hand on his bulge rubbing it through his pants. I move my hand to his thigh as my legs shake and I close my eyes succumbing to my demise in front of my sister and cousins.

“Good girl” he removed his fingers rubbing my clit making my body jerk.

“Excuse me I’m going to the bathroom” I glance at him and walk shakily to the bathroom. I hear a chair scuffle and look at myself in the mirror.

“You have a boyfriend get it together” I try to pep talk myself but knowing the capabilities Henry has I can’t help myself but to fall under his spell once more.

A small knock appears at the door and I open it. Henry lightly pushes me inside and licks the door behind him. Immediately his lips are attached to mine and it was like our first time together all over again. My hands wrap around his waist and he moves his large hands down my butt lifting my skirt a little.

“Please fuck me” I beg quietly. He picks me up setting me on the counter. My legs open for him as he drops his pants finally letting his shaft spring free. Henry tears off my underwear dropping then next to his pants and guiding the tip through my wetness rubbing my sensitive clit. I grab him by the back of his neck planting an open mouth kiss on him letting his tongue explore what was previously (and still might be) his.

Henry finally stops teasing and legs go of his dick letting it align with my entrance. His hand moves to the counter behind me slowly stretching me out like the old days. My jaw drops as I sink into his touch feeling his dick fill me up. He holds my hips as my legs dangle in the crease of his shoulders while my arms support myself behind me. He looks done watching his dick submerge in my juices as he fucks me slowly.

“please daddy” he speeds up per my internal request forcing me to lean back pressing my head against the mirror as he wraps his hand around my throat. My legs start to unconsciously close and Henry forces them back open stroking me harder. My royal blue painted acrylic nails dig into his forearm as he brings me closer pressing a warm kiss on my lips. My body sparks each time he plummets inside of me pressing my g-spot like a button.

“Oh god” I mewl careful not to make too much noise. He moves down to my neck using both hands to keep my legs apart sucking at the patch of sensitive skin. My eyes roll to the back of my head hearing his grunts and moans as he digs deep in my guts. My hand wraps around his muscular shoulders and moving up to his short curly locks. I feel that hole inside of me start to open up with each thrust.

“Henry I’m close” I warn trying to brace myself. He pushes my bottom forward going deeper and my toes begin curling.

“Cum for daddy pet” he moans. My body tenses up and I cover my mouth masking a loud moan. I shutter and shake under him hearing his small sadistic laugh. His breath filled with bourbon and mint is hot against my ear.

Once my convulsions stop Henry puts my feet on the ground and turns me around sliding back in and pounding me out. He pulls my head up looking at is on the mirror. Henry places my arms behind my back. I watch Henry’s gave turn to bliss coating my walls in his seed. Something that’s happened multiple times. We’ve had our fair share of pregnancy scares.

“Look at what you do to daddy” my jaw drops as he keeps pumping making sure he’s emptied inside of me. “Fuck I miss the way you make me feel”

He slows down before coming to a stop where I feel his dick pulsing inside of me. I lift up pressing my back against his chest holding him in a powerful meaningful kiss.

“I know I’ve put you through a lot and I’m sorry” he says. I shake my head kissing him again.

I come to my senses and pull his dick out thinking about my boyfriend “shit what did I do?”

#smut #fluff #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x black reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill smut #Friday night smut

[stripper-patrick]

idk if you are still writing or not but if you are can you do a smut with bucky barnes x black reader if that’s ok

Touch🪖 Bucky Barnes

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, rough, angst, touch deprivation, mentions of death, tw, trauma, touch trauma, mention of kidnapping, slight cockwarming

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

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x black plus sized reader

It had been a month since Bucky was kidnapped. We had found him roaming the street and when we tried to take him back to the compound he almost killed us. Then we hit him with a sedative and he calmed down.

Since then the man of my dreams had been different. This time was different. I’m not sure what hydra did to him but before I could touch his chest and arms and neck all I wanted and he’d give off a giggle or a kiss here and there or even exchange a warm embrace with me. Now he won’t even allow me to touch him first unless his hands are already on me. He remembers me and were the same we used to be except for the touching situation. Every time I try to touch him he’s quick to block my hand and hold it in his keeping away from his chest and face.

I stare at him in his sleep. My mind daring for me to cuddle with him as he lays on his back. Broad chest moving as he breathes peacefully. I go for it starting at his stomach then moving up. Just as I reach the bottom of his chest he catches my hand. Bucky opens his eyes looking dead at me.

“Doll why are you not asleep?”

“I just wanted to cuddle” he pulls me in his arms laying my hands on his stomach and closing his eyes again.

“Bucky what did they do to you” he sighs shaking his head dismissing my question “why won’t you let me touch you James”

“Just go to bed please Y/N” I sigh frustrated and try to fall asleep. I try but I can’t. Why won’t he let me touch him? It’s hard when you’re a person who is always touching your significant other and they let you for almost 3 years and then all of a sudden they stop. The strong but quiet snores emit from Bucky Barnes mouth signaling he’s asleep. I huff closing my eyes forcing myself to count sheep until I’m asleep.

....

It’s been a week since that night with Bucky and I still can’t help but want to touch him. He’s cooking spaghetti on the stove cutting up the semi-spicy sausage throwing it in the sauce. I come up behind him about to wrap my arms around his waist and up to his chest but of course the secret spy in him grabs my hands before the get the chance to brush against his chest.

“Doll I told you no” he huffs out irritation visible

“But I wanna touch you”

“Damnit Y/N just leave me alone” his voice is raised and I’m taken back. I step back watching the regret fill his face. Bucky has never spoken to me like this.

I throw my hands up in defeat nodding my head. I grab my crocs and car keys “y/n no I didn’t-“ before he can finish his sentence I’m out the door. I hear our apartment door open and he runs our grabbing my arm

“Let me go” now my voice is raised and my chest is heaving.

“I’m sorry I just-“ I’ve never been more upset. My parents used to yell at me constantly but never apologize so yes it’s a little different. Regardless there are a thousand ways to communicate to someone without yelling.

I yank my arm away and go to the car driving off the the compound.

...

“So he actually raised his voice at you?” Steve asks. I sniffle nodding my head “I know he’ll yell at us but YN I’m completely shocked. I’m not sure what they did to him but that’s not like him to yell at you. It doesn’t make sense” I wipe my tears and Nat rubs my back. He looks at me puzzled then stands up looking at the calendar. Once he finds what he’s looking for he drops his head sighing “it’s his mother’s birthday today”

I feel my heart drop and I sigh holding my throbbing head. James has never let anyone else, any other woman close since his mother died. Other than myself of course. He and his mom were inseparable and because he was the only child he had to take her off the vein Taylor when she got sick. He hasn’t been right since and this kidnapping hasn’t helped.

Just then the old telephone sound appears and Steve grabs his phone looking at me. “It’s him” he puts it on speaker and I can hear Bucky frantic.

“Steve hey. I fucked up bad. Is YN there” he looks at me and I shake my head no. I don’t wanna talk to him right now. I feel selfish just leaving him on his mother’s death date but I just need a little bit of time.

“She hasn’t come by. What did you do now buck?” He takes it off speaker and I shake my head curling up next to Nat. She holds me and I just sigh trying to relax myself.

...

Here it is. 2am and I’m still at the compound. Everyone else is asleep but something tells me to stay up and go home rather than spend the night. I grab my keys and swing open the door exiting the compound.

I arrive at my car getting in and turning on the ignition. It’s cold and raining hard. The large droplets being colder than the actual air.

I drive off taking the 15 minute drive of silence to my shared apartment. I already know it’ll be extremely dark in there but as far as the assassin ex-soldier I’m not sure what I’ll get.

I exit my car after parallel parking in a spot walking inside and taking an elevator to the third floor. I get off once it stops and walk the hallways. My flashbacks of what just occurred hitting me heavily. I insert my key and take a deep breath opening the door. I walk into the dark apartment and close the door locking it. To my right is the kitchen and straight ahead is where I see Bucky with a bottle of bourbon in front of him. No glass.

He looks up at me eyes meeting mine and scrambles to his feet. He towers over top of me engulfing me in a deep hug. “I thought I lost you” his voice cracks and I hold him tight. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me again. I need you. I can’t lose you again”

“James calm down” I pull away pushing back his long disheveled hair to see those grey eyes better. The whites of his eyes are red from crying. “I’m sorry that I left I just couldn’t-“

“Don’t apologize YN I should’ve never talked to you that way” he kisses me. I take off my jacket and shoes and he grabs my hands placing them on his bare chest. I can feel he’s holding his breath.

“If you don’t want me-“

“If this is what it takes for you to never leave again then I’ll learn to live with it” I love my hands up caressing his cheeks and his eyes close. Bucky bites his lip and I stand on my tip toes pressing him into a long kiss. His hands move to my waist pulling me closer and then down to my butt. Bucky flips us so my body is pressed on the clear glassed dining table. He sets me up there undoing my shirt dropping it to the floor displaying my lacy bra. He drops kissing me just admiring what he sees. I look down seeing he’s getting harder by the millisecond. I caress his bulge squeezing and he plants his lips back on me.

Next his hands hook at my jeans pulling them off to expose the wetness he created. His metal arm is cold against my fiery flesh skin. He uses his warm flesh hand to move inside of my underwear running small circles and flicking my clit upward making me jolt.

I let out a small moan which he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth. He continues with the small circles but I need more. “Bucky please”

“Tell me what you want?”

“Do more” is all I can utter out before I’m pulling down his basketball shorts letting his hard dick spring free. The tip glossed with a red tint and precum just aching to be submerged inside of me. I jerk him adding some grip to my hand watching his eyes close as he continues to assault my clit.

“Ima show you how sorry I am and how much I’ve missed you” he pushes me back and I place my hands on his arms dragging my long acrylics across his veins. He moves them to his chest and I snake them up to his neck pulling him down as I lay back on the table. Bucky aligns himself with my entrance keeping a drunken kiss on my lips. He pushes the tip in finally giving me the friction I need. Once Bucky is balls deep inside me he slowly oscillates his hips getting me adjusted.

“Please go faster, harder” I beg. I watch as he stands up completely and wraps his metal hand around my throat jutting his hips hard and fast like I wanted. My jaw is dropped as he keeps hitting that spot that makes my entire body catch fire. “Don’t leave me baby doll” he begs moaning in my ear. As he performs each thrust a wave of dizziness and pleasure blankets my entire body letting my nails scratch down his back which I’m sure will mark my territory.

“I love you and I’m so sorry” the sentiment mixed with his hard fast strokes have me confused and in love. Buckys lips move to my neck uttering moans and words into me while licking and sucking on the patch of skin that makes me melt.

One hand moves up to his hair pulling lightly as he keeps drilling deep into me never missing a beat. My body is on fire and my legs lock him in making sure he never departs from me. As the table rocks from his hard thrusts the small glass that formally contained the seductive alcohol is knocked over shatter into a million pieces. Bucky throws my legs over his shoulders digging deeper making me sink my nails into his forearms. “Give me your arms” he grabs my forearms leaning back as he fucks me harder in this position making me breath catch in my throat. I feel that pit about to swallow me while as black dots invade my vision “breathe princess”

His soothing voice knocks me into reality and I take a deep breath followed by a loud moan. My legs convulse on his shoulders and I watch the sadistic exhausted smile spread across the soldiers face. My body tenses and he moved my legs leaning down to get closer to my face grabbing my chin softly.

“That’s my good girl” I mewl closing my eyes. Bucky picks me up and takes my spot on the table letting me ride him. He placed my hands on hike chest as I buck my hips. I close my eyes but he slaps that side of my butt making me look down “uh uh open your eyes. I want you to see what kind of mess you make me” he bucks his hips forward making my jaw drop as he brings himself to his orgasm. He arches his back holding me steady planting his seed inside of me. He slows down coming down from his climax eventually stopping but not exiting me. I can still feel his pulsating dick.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled”

“I shouldn’t have pressed you into something you weren’t comfortable with” I peck his lips

“You were at the compound when I called weren’t you?” He asks

“Yea I just wasn’t done processing what happened yet” he nods understanding. Bucky picks me up again and sets me on the table

“Ok stay here while I clean up the glass” he pulls out leaving me empty and our mixture dripping out of me. I’ll have to disinfect when I can walk

I watch Bucky clean the floor his dick swinging like a gummy worm and I giggle. He finished and picks me up taking me to the bathroom cleaning me down there with a baby wipe (No pun intended).

He kisses my head “was I going to hard?” I shake my head

“No but ima need some help getting around Soldier” I smile. He picks me up taking me to the bed laying me down. I grab my phone watching the time read 3:16am. I put my phone on the magnetic charger and Bucky is just staring at me. I peck his lips laying down as his big arms cuddle me. I listen to his heartbeat finally drifting off to sleep.

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