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mauvecherie-writes · 8 months

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Meritorious.

pairing: lewis hamilton x f!black reader

summary: lewis drove his ass off and just wanted to appreciate that. takes place after the Hungarian GP 2023.

themes/warning: 18+ nsfw, minors dni, pwp, oral sex (male receiving), humping.

word count: 3.36K

note: as you can tell, I’ve not been in the writing spirit. Just lost a lot of motivation for writing lately and it’s been hard getting back into that mindset but I’m trying. Sorry for the inactivity and I hope you like this.

Today was one of those rare days where Lewis left immediately after all of his duties at the track had been handled. His cheeks had begun to itch from holding up his smile - the mask had slowly begun to slip. He couldn’t expose his true emotions to the team at that moment. The frustrations that he was juggling within him were not theirs to be burdened with, he’d have to talk with Toto and the seniors tomorrow.

All he knew was that he just needed to leave the track as soon as possible. But never without saying goodbye to the fans who had diligently waited for him. However, nearing his awaiting car, he saw you standing by the back doors. Your honey blonde French curl braids framed your face as your sunglasses protected your sweet eyes from the rays of the sun. The cream, linen summer dress fell perfectly on your body - contrasting your beautiful deep brown skin.

Seeing you in all of your ethereal glory, lifted a weight from his chest.

And then you smiled at him.

Lewis could feel his heart begin to beat faster.

As he encroached closer, you began to hop on your feet before rushing to meet him halfway. You opened your arms and he melted into your body. The both of you held onto each other as your fingers soothingly caressed the back of his neck and your lips pressed soft kisses on the side of his head. Your actions brought him much comfort and cocooned him in your warmth.

You slightly pulled away and cupped his face into your hands and the pad of your thumbs softly rubbed his cheeks as you brought him forward to meet your kisses. He breathed you in as you left many pecks on his lips, his hands falling naturally onto the curve of your back - bringing you further into his body.

“One to ten?” You softly asked as you wiped your lipgloss away from his lips.

“Was at a five but seeing you has brought it up to a good seven point five.” He smiled with his head slightly tilted to the side as the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes made an appearance on his face.

You rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses but failed to stop a grin from being drawn on your face. “Ever the flatterer.” You mumbled before kissing him once more. “Let’s get you out of here.” You whispered before taking his hand and turning to walk towards the truck.

Back at the hotel room, Lewis was settled in bed with his back leaning against the headboard as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone as he waited for you to finish freshening up in the bathroom. It wasn’t long after that you entered into the main room with your silk robe tightly secured around your body.

He watched as you stood by the mirror as you fixed your bonnet, making sure that it was secure. A small smile appeared on his face as he observed you fiddling with the material until you were satisfied.

“Did the food come?” You asked as you turned around, facing Lewis.

“Yeah but I’m not hungry.” He mumbled as an answer, putting his phone on the side table and then shifting back into his previous position. You pouted at him before you crawled onto the bed and then onto Lewis’s lap. Both of your thighs were on either side of his body before you leaned backwards to put most of your weight on his legs.

“Talk to me babe.” You urged him. “What’s going on in that head of yours. You’ve been too quiet.”

He played with the hem of your robe, tugging on it softly, exposing more of your flesh for him to trace patterns on.

“I don’t know, it’s been such a crashing reality you know? No matter what I’m doing, how hard I push, that place I was in before is not coming back. Or at least coming back fast enough for me.”

You nodded your head, signalling for him to continue.

“Our car is shit. Like disgustingly terrible and I’m struggling to connect with it. We’ll have good sessions and good races where I’m thinking, ‘okay this is it. We’re finally finding our footing.’ But then we get pushed ten steps back and we’re back to square one.”

“Awe baby,”

“I just.” He sighed. “I wish they had just listened to me. It went in one ear and out the other.”

“You know what Toto and the others are like. They didn’t want to admit they were wrong. It’s a very hard thing to accept defeat when you’ve been winning for so long. They’re not like you babe. Failure is a thing very hard to be gracious about for those folks.” The last part of your statement caused him to chuckle.

“You can say white people you know. You don’t need to sugarcoat it.” He said as he tugged your robe loose, letting the tie fall to the sides of your body.

“They’re like your family. I didn’t want it to come off as an insult more than an observation .” You shrugged, your fingers reaching to his necklace and rubbing on the diamonds encrusted into the chain.

“It’s the truth though.” He chuckled.

“You’re right, you’re right. But! Coming back to this, I need you to hear me right now. The fall was unfortunately and inevitably going to happen. It was an orchestrated attack, yes but it came and you handled it the best ever way that you could in that moment. We’re not going to be back where we need to be immediately with the politics of the game as they currently stand but believe me when I say your time is coming. Like a phoenix, you’re gonna rise up and you’re gonna show everybody why you’re the best to ever do it. Nothing can stop and nothing won’t stop you, why? Because you’re the hungriest you’ve ever been. I can see it in your eyes - that fire is burning within you.”

“It is.” He confirmed. You smiled down at him as you cupped his face and stroked his cheeks.

“I know it sounds repetitive because you’ve probably been telling yourself the same thing but you will be rewarded for your patience. It’s not coming when you want it but it will be coming, I promise you.” You spoke as you looked directly into his eyes before leaning down and pulling his face upwards into a sweet kiss. Lewis hummed softly into your mouth as his hands settled at your waist.

“Thank you, I needed to hear that.” He mumbled as he broke the kiss.

“Always baby.” You pecked his lips.

“Now onto something else ..” Your hands began to trail down his naked chest before settling on the hem of his boxers. At the feel of your touch, Lewis’s stomach contracted as his dick twitched beneath the fabric. He loved and hated how quickly your touch brought a reaction out of him.

“And what’s that?” He questioned as his eyes closed as your lips touched the skin under his chin before moving down his jawline and finally onto his shoulder.

“You were a fucking beast this weekend and I couldn’t help but be turned on by that. That pole qualifying lap? I’ve watched it more than once already.” You whispered into his ear after scrapping your teeth against his lobe.

“Oh that turned you on did it?” He smirked questioning you playfully because he knew just how his driving made you feel.

“Mhm.” You nodded your head as you continued to place your lips on any inch of skin that you could. “Everything you do turns me on.”

“Shit.” Lewis hissed as you licked his nipple. “So what are you gonna do about that? Since you’re so turned on.” He egged you.

You pulled back and looked directly into his eyes before snaking your body down the length of his, inching towards his legs.

“I’m gonna suck your dick so good baby, I’m going to have you counting stars.”

“I like the sound of that.” He licked his lips as he leaned back against the headboard. His eyes trailed across your body as you slid your robe off from your shoulders. The straps of your babydoll had gone down your shoulders along with your robe but neither of you particularly cared especially when you were tagging on his boxer briefs and pulling them down his legs.

You loved when you were able to tease him. Placing the softest kisses onto the sensitive skin around his cock without giving him the attention that he desperately wanted from you.

“You know that watching you drive has always turned me on. But something about this weekend had really riled me up and all I could think about was sucking your dick in your suit. But this will have to do.”

“Fuck.” Lewis sighed as you finally laid your tongue upon the underside of his cock. His eyes closed as the sensation of your tongue tracing the veins of his dick. “I fucking hate it when you tease me darling. I just want to feel your mouth around me.”

You giggled as you cupped his balls in your palm before kissing his weeping tip. “But you love doing it to me. You love teasing and edging me until I lose all my senses but when it’s the other way around, you can’t take it.”

Through your bonnet, Lewis had managed to grasp onto your braids hard enough to pull your head away. You gasped as you looked into his eyes with your mouth slightly parted, saliva pooling on your tongue.

“Any other day, I would have let you tease me but right now I don’t need that, you either suck my dick and go wild or I fuck your mouth until I’m satisfied. You choose.” The last part of his sentence came with a deep rasp and your panties were soaked. Your heavy breathing was in sync with his heaving chest.

“Yes, sir.” You mumbled.

“Good. Now, open wide.”

Holding onto the base of his length, he breached his tip past your lips and then you immediately took over - moving his hand away, you took as much of his dick into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. The intrusion made you gag but you took it like a champ and slid your tongue alongside his cock.

The move made a low grumble escape from him but you weren’t letting up. You quickly picked up your pace, getting his dick nice and wet with your spit. Lewis averted his eyes back down to you as you expertly moved your mouth. You were so warm and wet - not comparable to your pussy but the way your tongue tickles the underside of his sensitive tip.

Once he sagged back into the bed, did you finally pick up your pace. You utilised your hands, fondling his balls as the other stroked his base as your mouth paid full attention to his tip.

“Oh fuck!” Lewis hissed as his hips jerked. You hummed around him as you positioned your tongue flat against his tip and lapped up at his premium that had been leaking. His cock was swelling and throbbing in your mouth, adding a bit of a stretch to the corners of your lips but you didn’t care if it hurt you. You gripped his base a little tighter as you moved your head a little faster so that he was stimulated a little more. At the sound of his whiny moans, you dug your nails into his thighs as you refused to stop the momentum that you were at.

The rumble from his chest echoed in the hotel room and you couldn’t help but let him slide further down your throat.

“Just like that baby, fuuuuccckkk.” Lewis’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and forgive him but both of his hands slid underneath the confines of your bonnet to sink into the strands of your hair as he planted his feet flat against the bet and began to fuck up into your mouth. The more you choked and struggled to deal with all of him in your mouth, the more it egged him on. As much as you wanted to please him, you loved it more when he took what he wanted from you.

Today was all about him and however he wanted you and you would give him exactly that.

“Always do me so good baby.” Lewis sighed. “Taking this big dick down your throat.” You nodded your head through the tears with your mouth full of his cock without a care. You comfortably shifted yourself in between his legs before pushing yourself to the limit as the pinch of tears behind your eyes became harder to control as you let him abuse your throat.

You loved sucking his dick but it wasn’t often Lewis allowed you to do so because he was always the giver. He loved pleasing you and derived pleasure from doing so but it was times like these where he let you loose on him, where it felt like he was losing all of his senses. He loved the way you just took him fucking up into his throat with no complaints. Your saliva dribbled down his length but you were determined to suck him until he came in your mouth.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He groaned as he let one of his hands fall from your head to grip on the sheets beside him as the muscles in the pit of his stomach began to tighten. You could feel his legs shifting besides you and you knew that his orgasm was approaching so you took him deeper into his mouth until his head was touching the back of your throat.

Your eyes averted from what you were doing to look up at him and your pussy clenched at the sight before you. Lewis’s head was thrown back with his eyes scrunched shut and mouth agape as he breathed deeply through his nose. You loved bringing him to his absolute weakness - it was empowering.

The soft touch of his fingers caressing the back of your head contrasted the hard thrusts of his hips forcing his cock to bruise the back of your throat. “That’s it. That’s it. I’m going to cum in your mouth if you don’t stop.” He moaned.

You whimpered and nodded your head in response and gripped onto his thighs as you braced yourself. Your cheeks stung from the slapping of his hips against your face but your bared it all to feel him push your head further down until your nose was brushed up against his base.

You fought the urge to gag as his cum erupted and slid down your throat. Lewis moaned loudly above you. “Mmmmm fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck baby.” He moaned loudly above you and it sent your body ablaze and you were highly aware with the effect he was having on you. You could feel your clit throbbing in your panties, begging for attention. You kept your head in place until he had stopped cumming and Lewis was quick to pull out of your mouth.

“Come here.” His voice was hoarse and your body responded to that by your nipples tightening. He pulled you towards him with the back of your neck until your lips were connected. You loved it when he did that. Your ex used to make you feel disgusting when they refused to kiss you after oral but Lewis didn’t care, he’d push his tongue deep into your mouth without a care and it was something that you feel sexy. The lewdness of it all.

You scrambled your body up until you were in his lap as you continued to make out, cupping his face into your hands, you felt his hands slip underneath your dishevelled robe and they roamed until they got to the sides of your soaked underwear.

“Fuuucckk.” Lewis sighed against your lips as his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your underwear beneath. “I can feel how soaked you are. You always get so wet from sucking my dick.”

“Mhm.” You whimpered softly. The sound quickly turning into a gasp as a loud ripping sound rang in the air. Your slightly widened eyes met his that were laced with a playful glint.

“They were in the way.” He smirked as he flung the torn panties onto the floor.

“You’re gonna buy me a new pair.” You said as you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back down onto the bed.

“I’ll buy the whole fucking shop if you want it.” He licked his lips as he shifted you properly so that your clit laid right on the underside of his cock. He rolled your hips to begin creating a friction. You bit your lip as you looked down at him as you garnered control over the movement of your hips.

The friction and pleasure quickly consumed you and the build up was quick. Already highly aroused from Lewis fucking your mouth, your slickness helped you glide faster and faster against his dick - your orgasm was right around the corner. Lewis began thrusting his hips upwards, bumping the tip of his cock against your clit.

“I want to feel you cum on me.” He softly groaned as he held onto your waist and pressed you down onto him harder with one hand and the free hand came to your breast and pinched your nipple, softly tugging on them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the slight pain rolled down your spine and settled in your abdomen.

“I’m about to cum!” You gasped. Your head fell backwards as you moved your hips faster and faster. Your moans were breathless and heavy as the pressure mounted. Your bonnet was slipping off your head as a sheen layer of sweat covering your forehead and neck. Eyes completely shut with your mouth parted, letting out the most loveliest sounds. You were in bliss.

Your thighs tightened against his waist which made Lewis shoot up to wrap his arms around your body and hold you down as your orgasm erupted. You laid your forehead on his as you tried to regulate your breathing and gain all focus on your senses. Once your ears had stopped ringing and your vision cleared, you felt the trace of his fingers up and down your spine.

“Fucking hell.” You mumbled. “I forgot how intense orgasms from humping can be.” Your comment caused him to chuckle. You slumped into his body letting him hold you as you both ignore the uncomfortable stickiness between you.

“Brings back memories of when we first started dating and that’s all we did.” He spoke softly as he continued tracing patterns into your skin not paired with kisses on your shoulder. You groaned in response to his statement, feeling embarrassed about those days. The both of you had been trying to not act on the sexual chemistry between of you. But it never worked.

“God I can’t believe we used to behave like teenagers with no self-control.” You answered him. And shortly after, you fell into a comfortable silence. You continued embracing each other before moving to the bathroom. Your love for each other was felt in the intimate way you bathed each other’s bodies.

The stress that he had carried throughout whole weekend had been melted away from his body. You always made him feel better - you were his anchor that he could lean on when he needed. He laced his fingers with yours and brought the back of your hand to his lips. The silent acknowledgment and appreciation. You smiled at the gesture before proceeding to do the same to his hand.

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author’s note: It’s the way this was supposed to be just smutty but then I don’t know what I did here at the end lmao. I was feeling mushy and it probably doesn’t fit the vibes and the drastic tone change is 🥴 but we move. I’ve honestly lost a lot of motivation to write but I’m trying. I feel like I owe it to you guys and to myself to finish the things I’ve started. Maybe me finishing this can spark some writing motivation. We’ll see 💕.

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girlreblogger · 8 months

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is that totoro or choso?

chosoxblackfemreader, short n sweet, iheartchoso.

“hi pooh!” you beamed with a sweet tone, watching Choso walking over to you with a big smile. He had his jet black hair down and had a slow stride to getting over to you, looking down at the black socks on his feet to avoid the slight embarrassment. He was dressed in a matching Totoro onesie that you wanted each other to wear tonight. He made sure though to still have his thin gold chain adorned with your initial tucked in as well. “You look so cute!” You cooed, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist once he made his way over to you while you grabbed his chin. “Thanks.” He blushed and smiled down at you softly, feeling you move your hands down to his firm chest. “i love your smile.” Choso voiced while rubbing his hands up and down your back and staring at your eyes. He could have almost laughed at the fact that he never saw the day that his dark/mysterious, only wears black and gray self would be dressed in a totoro onesie! the things he did for his girlfriend

‘gosh’

he chuckled to himself before taking closer notice of your natural lashes he thought were so pretty and those pouty lips.

‘i can’t believe i’m wearing this.. but at least she’s happy’

You thanked him for his comment and looked into his dark eyes making strong eye contact. “You know i find it crazy i’m wearing this right now?” He spoke, his hands still rubbing on you. “It’s cute tho right?” You snickered while looking at his face that scrunched up in a small fit of laughter. “yeah it’s something” Choso watched your eyes shift down to look at him in the onesie more before something caught his eye. “Your nails look good” His larger hand went to grab yours to inspect the nice acrylics. “Yess i got them done right after i saw you sent the money this morning after my workout. thanks babes!” Choso smiled and nodded before pecking your lips. “You reallyyy likeee?!” You put your hands in his face and wiggled your fingers around for him to see. “Yes they’re nice baby.” You grinned and let him grab your hands and kiss the tops of them. “Let’s go do those face masks now.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and lead you to the bathroom.

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panjakes · 19 days

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Jake with Black!Reader who loves Pink!

Ever since Jake met you he knew you loved anything girly and anything pink. Hell the day he met you, you were wearing pink

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The first time he came too your house to hang out he was honestly shocked at how overly pink your room was.

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The room had white colored walls but everything else was different shades of pink. From poster, your curtains, your desk, your bed frame and bedding. You were really a pink girlie.

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If Jake didn’t know anything about you…he knew you loved the color pink.

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He always bought you things and made sure they were in some shade or form of pink.

“Hey do you have this shirt in pink? I don’t think my girlfriend will wear it if it isn’t pink.”

He even had this amazing idea to take you too a park and have a pink picnic with you. He had managed to get only pink snacks for the two of you to enjoy. He brought paint and other things for you two to do

“Babe! Look, I got you these heart shaped cakes with pink frosting!”

You getting excited over anything being pink just brought a smile to his face.

“Babe! Look at this wall clock! It’s so cute!” You say pointing too the pastel pink clock with tiny pink hearts on the inside.

Jake just smiles and indulges in your love for pink. If it’s pink and you want it, he’ll get it. No questions asked.

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Being with you for so long and see you around so much pink makes him love the color himself. He loves when you dress in different shades of pink. The color made your darkskin pop and you looked absolutely beautiful, he loves it.

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When he’s out with the guys and he sees something pink he’ll get it for you. Rather it be a headband, a pair of socks or something for your room. He. Gets. It.

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Of course the guys all tease him about it but he couldn’t care less. His girlfriend loved pink and he loved his girlfriend.

“Look, he’s buying something else for Yn.” “Of course he is, it’s pink and she’s obsessed with color pink.” “Hey! I can hear you!”

Overall…pink is your favorite color and Jake is your enabler when it comes to the pretty color pink.

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kaciidubs · 1 month

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Versace Crowned Prince

❣ Summary: A fashion weekend with the Prince of Versace, what more could you have asked for? ❣ ❣ Word Count: 2.7k ❣ Warnings: Implied Black! Reader, smut with feelings, fluff, mention of alcohol ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as My Prince/Versace Prince, Hyune, Baby, Reader is referred to as My Goddess/Love/Muse, this one turned out very romantic, he brings out a faux poetic side of me ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

If you could describe the past few days as anything, it would be a dream - no, a fairytale, a life you never thought you’d find yourself living yet here you were, going up in a fancy elevator to a fancy hotel room with your dashingly handsome boyfriend after attending a party honoring one of the most well known fashion events for one of the biggest brands in the world.

“Did you have fun?”

You hummed happily, leaning your head against Hyunjin’s leather jacket clad shoulder as your conscience floated through the warm buzz of the drinks you had at the party - not quite drunk, but a pleasant tipsy that strung your words together and made your giggles that much more frequent.

“Mm, yeah - it was amazing.” You drawled, squeezing his hand that was currently entwined with your own, “I already know you had fun, Mister Versace Prince.”

He scoffed out a laugh, pulling you to stand in front of him as he leaned against the elevator wall, “It was only fun because you were there, my love.” His fingers caressed the smooth, ruched fabric near the waist of your skirt, “Thank you for coming with me.”

The warmth of his palms seeped straight through your clothes and settled on the skin underneath, sparking goosebumps to spread along your arms while your alcohol addled brain soared with your - ironically - heightened senses.

Sliding your hands up his chest, wrinkling the designer shirt in your path, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as a dazed smirk curled your lips. “Going to Milan to watch a Versace fashion show with my breathtakingly gorgeous, ambassador boyfriend,” playing with the hair at the back of his head, you tilted yours to the side, “how could I have said no?”

It was bold, being in this position in the elevator where one unexpected stop could spoil everything, but neither of you seemed to care, not with the way his hold on your waist tightened as he leaned forward to fully invite himself into your space.

“Does that mean you’ll be my plus one for the next event?”

His husky murmur made your toes curl in your heels, though you didn’t back down, arching into him with a gaze that could only be read as a challenge.

“If the prince requests my presence, then so be it.” Gaze flicking to his full lips, you leaned in just enough to graze them, “Anything for you.”

The chime of the elevator floated through the charged atmosphere and Hyunjin chuckled, a low, sultry sound that made your heart flutter.

Untangling himself from your hold, he slid his hand into your own before leading you through the sliding doors toward the specially booked suite that had been your home since the beginning of the eventful week.

With a swipe of the key card - which wasn’t easy with your barely muffled giggles and wandering hands - you were finally welcome to the privacy of four walls yet again; stumbling through the door with your new goal set on removing your heels first and foremost.

Hobbling your way to the large king bed, you watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket in record time, breathing a sigh of relief as he dropped it to the couch before unceremoniously following suit with a loud “Oof”.

You giggled to yourself, managing to undo the straps to let each shoe fall one at a time, humming softly as you flexed your slightly achy feet until something shiny caught your eye.

Resting atop his suitcase was a familiar golden crown he’d received mere hours earlier, and you found yourself padding over to the accessory instantly.

The second your hands touched the plastic gold, you instantly brought it to your head and placed it atop your curls, feeling the coils cushion the new weight before sauntering around the back of the couch with an extra sway in your hips.

“How do I look?” Placing your hands on your hips, you carefully angled your head like the models you’d seen on the runway, “Am I fitting enough for the prince of Versace?”

You’d expected a fit of giggles, a bemused chuckle even, but when your eyes met his, you were subject to a gaze that had your breath catching in your throat.

Hyunjin’s hungry stare traced your face before trailing down, taking in the black corset top that was so simple in design, yet held a level of elegance on your body that he couldn’t begin to comprehend as it further accentuated the curve of your waist while the neckline cradled your breasts. Observing further, his tongue peaked out to lick his lips as he scanned the skirt that was just under his fingers mere moments ago, admiring the design as if it were a sheet artistically draped around your hips, yet despising the tantalizing hint of your right upper thigh in its slight asymmetrical fitting - it had taken an ungodly amount of willpower to keep himself from leaving the party early just so he could get you to himself.

All of that, paired wonderfully with gold accessories that matched his shirt and the accessories he had on himself, combined into a recipe for his downfall - and, boy, was he falling.

“Fitting enough for me?” He breathed as his eyes flicked up to meet your own, “Baby, you should’ve been out on that runway,” reaching his hand out, his fingers wrapped around your own before gently tugging you closer, “if it were my show, you would be the only model I’d need.”

His sentiments sent waves of chills down your spine, though it did nothing but feed the growing desire the high of the alcohol left in your system, curling in your abdomen and sprouting warmth that bloomed like a spring flower.

Wetting your lips, you squeezed his fingers softly, “Those are bold words from the Prince of Versace.”

The words fell in a whisper, dipped in honey and wrapped in the finest silk crafted by the wisest hands.

“I can only hope my words are enough for a goddess like you, my love.”

His voice was crowned in gold and anointed with the sweetest nectar, the sound dancing from lips that held their own form of enchantment.

“Why hope,” slipping your hand from his, you made a slow path to the side fastens and hidden zipper of your skirt, “when I can show you what your words do to me, my prince?”

It was all too easy to let the skirt fall to your polished toes, just as easy as it was to undo each tedious hook of the ribbed corset until you were able to take a fuller breath of the lust-tinted atmosphere - all the while, the golden crown remained in its place amongst your curls.

In the same breath, it was all too easy for him to undo his pants just enough to free his hardening length from the leather confines and boxer briefs.

You took your rightful place in his lap, a throne unlike any other, specially curated just for you, and eagerly accepted his confident touch; warm palms following the curve of your thighs to the width of your hips, up the flesh of your stomach to the dip in your waist, higher and higher until his fingers were playing with the simple gold necklace resting against your sternum.

“It’s a shame,” Hyunjin murmured, one hand working the necklace through his fingers while the other slid down to cup your breast, “even the most elite designer clothes don’t hold a candle to you wearing absolutely nothing.”

“You’re one to talk, Hyune,” bringing your hands to the hem of his shirt, you gently dragged the material up, “everything makes your candle burn brighter - it’s no contest.”

“Then let me take it off so we can burn together.” As his hands left your chest to meet the ones resting against his stomach, you tightened your hold on the hem of his shirt, prompting him to raise a brow. “My love?”

“I… I want you to keep them on.” Widening your stance against the couch, you dropped your hips to grind along the underside of his cock, the thin lace of your panties leaving nothing up to imagination. “Please, keep them on?”

Hissing out a short breath, his hips canted up into the slick mess dampening the gusset of lace, bringing a breathless chuckle from the depths of his chest.

“Anything for you.”

Anything for you - it echoed as you rose to your knees just enough to use your fingers to tug your panties to the side, paying no mind to the way it hugged your hips just a bit tighter in the process.

A slow drag of your bare cunt along the underside of his dick brought a shivering breath from the two of you, and he worked a hand between your thighs to catch the tip against your fluttering walls, licking his lips in preparation for what was to come next.

Breathless moans filled the room as you slowly sunk down, relishing the stretch you’d been craving since the beginning of the party - though, if you were honest with yourself, the desire had been simmering since the runway viewing.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, eyes trained on where you were both connected as his hand caressed your thigh.

Lifting your hand from his, your fingers instead found their new home on his chin, gently tilting his head back to have his fiery gaze meet your own, a new heat enveloping you in the process; igniting, burning.

“Gorgeous.” The word escaped him like a sacred prayer, a whisper intended only for the sole recipient before him.

You ran your thumb along his bottom lip, toying with the plump flesh before he dipped his chin to press a slow kiss to the pad, and if his effect on you wasn’t shown through the catch in your breath, then the clench of your pussy was a clear indicator.

There was a tentative roll of your hips, a slow rock to seat him as deep as he could go, before you began to ride him in languid, hypnotizing bounces - kindling the all consuming fire that only served to burn brighter and hotter with each bump and grind.

Hyunjin’s hands made their home on your hips, squeezing the supple flesh as he guided you with each rise and fall, his sharp gaze bouncing between your bliss-wrapped face, the sparkle of the jewelry whenever it caught the light just right, and the short glimpses of his arousal-coated dick leaving and entering your heavenly cunt.

Each panted moan that left you was mirrored by a breathless grunt by the man underneath you - an airy cry of his name floating by when his tip would graze that spongy spot just right, and a whimper working its way into the mix with each sinful roll of your hips.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, further wrinkling the designer article as you fought to keep yourself upright, your head dipping slightly as pleasure steadily rendered your limbs useless.

“Chin up, my love,” he moaned, velvety voice invoking your attention with ease, “keep your crown on for me.”

The crown - you’d forgotten about it the minute you sat in his lap, and him turning your demand on yourself had your abdomen clenching.

The subtle correction of your head hadn’t gone unnoticed, nor did the way you tried to spread your legs that tiny bit more to meet his hips more flush.

Licking his lips, Hyunjin moved his hands to your forearms before tugging gently, leading your torso to rest against his and the once thorough bounces turned into short back-and-forth rocks.

Resting your forehead against his, your lidded eyes met his with ease, countless emotions floating in the blown out brown of his irises, unsaid words understood through the beating of your hearts.

You brushed your lips against his, languishing in the feeling of them as if it were the first time all over again, until your body jolted with a sharp thrust that had your lazy kiss connecting.

Whatever sound that intended to leave you was now muffled against his mouth as the thrusts continued, his hands interlocking at the base of your spine as he fucked up into your heat, the soles of his feet digging into the poor leather of the couch for leverage.

The room was soon filled with the noise of straining leather, the wet drag of your walls along the length of his cock, and needy moans broken up by the messy smack of lips and tongue.

It wasn’t long until your body was trembling above his, your face dropping to his shoulder in hopes of catching the loud cries against his shirt, “H-Hyune, I’m- oh fuck, don’t stop-”

“I won’t,” the needless promise came through gritted teeth as he splayed his left hand against your lower back while his right slid to your ass cheek, squeezing the swell graciously, “come on, love, give it to me - please give it to me.”

Your body reacted before your mind could even process, the sound of threads snapping at the seams under your relentless tugging at his shirt going unnoticed as you came with a cry of his name on your tongue.

He did his best to ride you through your orgasm, but the rhythmic pulsing of your walls quickly shattered his resolve as he found himself chasing his own climax with heated breaths against your bare shoulder.

“Muse, I’m- I-” Hyunjin choked back a whine, trying to blink away the fog clouding this mind, “I-I’m gonna come, fuck-”

His arms wrapped around your back once more as he held you as tight as he could, rutting his hips against yours until he came with a shivering moan, coating your walls with his release.

Littering whatever place you could reach with kisses, you slowly lifted yourself up to admire his euphoria filled features; basking in the glow of his sweat-shined face and rosy cheeks, and marveling in the contrast of your lipgloss’s tint against his skin - that is, until your eyes trailed to his shirt.

Immediately recognizing the stain of your foundation against the black fabric, you didn’t try to hide the embarrassed laugh that breezed past your lips.

“I might’ve flown too close to the sun here, baby…”

Clocking the insinuation without bothering to look himself, he shook his head with a dazed smile on his perfect lips, “I don’t care - make a mess of it, ruin it, I’ll just get another one,” bringing his right hand to your face, he cupped your cheek softly, “and when that one gets messed up, I’ll buy another one.”

You scoffed incredulously, lips curling into a small smile, “The prince of Versace ruining his clothes for me? How scandalous.”

“If it’s by the request of my goddess, then so be it.” His eyes sparkled as he ushered you closer, leaning in just enough to graze your lips, “Anything for you.”

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shurisasthmaticgf · 3 months

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daughter of hades blk! reader ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

summary: you arrive to camp half-blood and are the only topic of conversation. rumors already circulate catching the attention of one particular cabin which means you now have a problem with one specific girl. everyone is dying to know who your father is but you're trying to protect your identity unsure of what will come when he claims you as his own. what nobody expected was it all to happen on your very first night.

character list: hades daughter! reader, clarisse, grover, percy, annabeth, male oc (briefly)

warnings: swearing, fighting, mentioned parent loss, clarisse is a bitch

You dragged your feet along the dirt pathway that led back towards the open grass training grounds of the camp. The other campers were enjoying their night after a long game of capture the flag you missed by a day. You were slightly appreciative that you got to camp when you did because fighting off a fury and minotaur in one day was enough. The entire idea of this place was just peculiar to you but you’d seen much stranger on the New York subways back home. One minute you were walking home from school half an hour after it began because some girl in your class lied and said you punched her. The next minute some winged lady with a bad pixie cut was trying to kill you. Not even three hours later, a minotaur nearly succeeded in the fury’s failed task.

Upon your arrival people were interested to know who the new girl was that escaped the minotaur's clutches. Rumors began to circulate that you were a daughter of Poseidon because of the minotaur fight. According to one of the girls in your cabin, a demigod named Percy killed a minotaur on his first night at camp and got claimed as Poseidon's first son shortly after. Since you’d also “defeated” a minotaur in everyone else’s eyes that meant to them that maybe you too were a child of Poseidon. Everyone seemed to like that narrative except one cluster of Ares children that had been eyeing you all day in way that felt a lot less than admiration. It didn’t help that the rumors followed your every step and grabbed more attention the longer you stayed in the open.

You had only made it a few steps outside of Hermes cabin and the amount of stares you were getting made your skin crawl. Just as you were about to give up on trying to make it to dinner, a familiar face appeared in front of you. The satyr greeted you, “Hey you’re outside again. I was coming to invite you to dinner. Oh and I made you something in arts & crafts.” He pulled a small crown of yellow and white dandelions from behind his back and placed it on your head gently. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, “Thank you, Grover. It’s beautiful.” The satyr stuck out his wrist proudly and said, “It matches mine too. Usually Annabeth and Percy are here to match with us too but they’re not coming back until late tonight so you’ll have to wait to meet them.” You weren’t sure if you were looking forward to meeting this Percy guy based on the fact that an entire cabin hated his guts and now you for even being associated with him.

As you followed Grover down the cabin step you eyed the other teenagers around you before meeting his gaze nervously and he glanced down at your right hand. Grover stared for a minute then said, “I don’t think the axe is helping.” He chuckled and reached for the axe but you pulled away before he could touch you or the weapon. There was an awkward silence before he told you warmly, “You have nothing to worry about y/n. you are safe now okay? It’s just dinner time and it’s taco tuesday. So I’ll take this and you get some food, and we can sit outside on the beach away from everyone else. Deal?” You nodded and swatted his hand away when he reached for your axe again, this time he asked, “Then how about you put it back?” You followed his instructions and closed the cabin door behind you before he led you off to the dining hall.

You picked at the last taco on your plate as Grover sat beside you and asked, “So do you think you know…” There was no point in letting him finish so you spoke up, “No. Daddy never told me or gave me hints about who he really was..."

Now that was a complete lie.

Truthfully, you did have an idea of who your father could be but there was no tangible evidence. The only lead you really had was poorly remembered dreams from your childhood. The dreams depicted you sitting on a throne of bones guarded by three vicious dogs with countless dead soldiers at your feet. Glittering obsidian and midnight blue marbling lined the throne room and the smell of bakhoor, incense, and spices clung to the back of your throat from your father's timeless cologne. As a child you recall him calling you "my little goddess" and teaching you that darkness and the dead were nothing to fear. As you grew older you realized that you truly were the only thing that mattered to him which is why you stayed out of sight for so long. He gave you the hints long ago but you never wanted to believe they were true. Especially after you arrived at camp to see that there wasn't even a cabin for your suspected father.

Grover continued staring at you prompting you to continue speaking, "Some could say Ares because I was always hot-tempered and starting trouble as a kid but…could have just been the absent father- dead mother thing? The Ares kids here aren’t my type of people.”

Grover nodded along and asked curiously, “Where’s the axe from?” You shrugged and answered, “I found it in my house as a kid. My grandpa was a huge nerd about that kind of stuff and used to collect and sell things like swords and knives and my grandma said it was probably just another collectible he didn’t sell before he died. As a kid I always thought daddy left it behind for me, kinda like a gift.”

The sound of a twig snapping drew both of your attention to a boy who was cautiously making his way to you both. Grover beamed and waved him over, “Ezra, hey!” The satyr turned to you and continued, “Y/n this is Ezra, son of Demeter.” You gave a genuine smile and the boy who looked around your age relaxed more and responded, “Nice to meet you.” The young demigod was fairly tall around 5’11 and his thick black locs with their puffy roots added an extra inch or two. Assorted colors of beads adorned each loc on his head right at the ends or the middle. He smelled of earl grey and cucumber in a subtle way that complemented the shades of green in his outfit and headscarf. Ezra stuck his thumb back towards the rest of camp, “Percy and Annabeth are back, and they’re looking for you.” Grover lit up and said, “Thanks man, I’ll be right over.” The demigod waved to you before disappearing down the path back towards camp. The satyr beside you excitedly stood up, “Percy and Annabeth are the ones I told you about. I know they’ll wanna meet you let’s go- wait. On second thought I’ll bring them to you, just stay here and I’ll be right back.” Before you could even say that you didn’t want to meet anymore new faces, Grover was already running back towards camp leaving you alone looking over the beach once again.

The peace and quiet lasted no more than three seconds because through the lapping of gentle waves a chorus of amused whispers and snickers behind you. The same group of Ares kids that had been eying you like a meal since the moment you arrived crowded around you. The ringleader of the pack you’d recognized as Clarisse, pushed you with the blunt end of her spear. The thick, chocolate brown ringlets that framed her face swung back and forth with her laughter as she looked at you laying on the ground with food spilled on your t-shirt. She laughed along with her cabin siblings and murmured, “Pathetic.” The end of her spear pressed further against your sternum making it slightly harder to breathe in. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips when you remained silent, “What? Cat got your tongue? ‘Cause you sure had a lot to say a minute ago.”

Clarisse kicked the retracted bo staff that you owned, in its current form it was no longer than a roll of quarters. Your fingers reached for it, opening and closing them desperately but stopped immediately when her foot pressed them into the dirt. one of her brothers mocked you in a whiny tone, “You think Daddy weft you a widdle gift?” He high fived Clarisse and laughed before she crouched down and grabbed you by the collar so your faces were merely inches apart. Clarisse hissed with words laced of venom and hatred, “Nobodies like you don’t get gifts from the gods. We all know you’re not one of the big three so why lie to everyone about it? You think you’re all special because you lied about fighting a minotaur and killing a fury? Lying about being Poseidon's kid?” You rapidly shook your head, “I never lied because I never said any of that.” She let out a laugh and continued, “Gods this is too good, too easy…let’s get one thing straight right now though. You’ll always just be a lonely little nobody. And I know for a fact your Daddy will never claim you as his own because you’re weak. That’s why you hide behind that little satyr all day, your little protector. But where is he now? Huh? Nobody’s here to protect you now.” She plucked the flower crown from your head and threw it aside allowing one of her siblings to stomp it into the dirt.

Anger coursed through your veins and your eyes filled with a fiery rage you hadn’t felt since your family fell apart when you were eight. You gritted your teeth together and tightened your jaw then without thinking, you leaned forward and spat directly into her face. The crowd of siblings had grown to a larger group of nosey teenagers that oo’ed as as Clarisse let go of your t-shirt and let your head fall back onto the ground with a thud. The young demigod flipped her prized spear in her hand and pointed it directly beneath your chin by your throat. The very tip of it electrified and glowed a fiery red only a millimeter from touching your skin which made you swallow thickly. For only a second pure fear flashed across your face which was enough for Clarisse to know she was winning already. A sinister smile crept onto her face and you pressed your head back further into the earth, begging to the skies above for someone, anyone to help.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you heard a deep voice in the distance, “Hit the ground.” The voice was familiar of someone you knew but couldn’t quite remember. Nevertheless, you followed the command and balled your free hand into a fist before bringing down against the hard dirt and gravel covered earth. The force of your fist fractured the ground beneath Clarisse and her siblings' feet causing them to stumble back. The retracted bo staff rolled back into your grasp which you held in one hand. with the other, you reached for her spear and snatched it from her grip whilst spinning it back so the pointed end now faced her and her siblings who were lying on the ground. You took a step back and twirled the spear in your hands for show then threw it to the side which she immediately scrambled to pick up.

Of the six Ares blood teenagers, three of them were on the ground unconscious while the other two staggered to their feet ready to fight back. You quickly extended your bo staff and whipped it across your body knocking one of the boys back before swinging it quickly in an X formation knocking out the girl beside him. Bringing the staff once more across your torso then over your shoulder and around your head, you knocked the boy out as well leaving Clarisse the only one standing.

Clarisse stood more angry than before now knowing that you were stronger than you looked, proving that she now had competition. Her cheeks felt hot as other campers watched the two of you standing before one another clearly questioning if she was going to be the one that walked away tonight. One of the smaller kids you recognized from Hermes cabin threw you the shield he owned. You nodded to him as a thank you and took a step back. Clarisse watched as you brushed one of your thick twists out of your face and raised an eyebrow which pissed her off more. Why weren’t you struggling? Why weren’t you afraid? The idea of you winning pissed her off the more she stood there which was enough for her to lunge forward with her spear. You held up the shield and caught the body of the spear in your hand and turned around to try and slip it from her grasp. The girl pushed you trying to shake it from your grip and when you held on tighter she huffed and threw you forward not realizing her most prized possession would be thrown with you. Crackling and hissing sounds filled your ears the moment your back hit the ground and knocked the wind from your chest. Clarisse looked at the half of her spear left in her hand while the pointed end was still lodged into the shield in your palm. Blood curdling screams echoed throughout the entire camp and everything seemed to still around you as the teenage girl stared in horror. You walked over to her and pushed her back with your shield before she could run up on you. She hit the ground once more and you snatched the other part of her spear from between the arm hold. All of your thoughts were clouded with anger as her words rushed back through your memory once more.

You climbed on top of her with each of your legs on a side of her waist so you were hovering above her torso with a smile far from friendly. You held one of her arms down with your knee while the other was trapped beneath her torso but she didn’t even try to fight you back anymore. She watched with her eyes now full of fear as you held the sharp end of her broken spear beside her face, dragging the tip of the blade on her skin but not hard enough to cause harm. You placed the tip underneath her chin so she was forced to meet your gaze, but a sudden cloud of darkness fell over you both. The curtain of shadows engulfed the two of you which took your focus from Clarisse long enough for her to free her arm and push you off of her. The shadows rose as you made your way onto your feet and stepped away from the crowd that had formed. The feeling of your heart pounding in your chest seemed to be the only thing you could focus on as the dark clouds fell from your head to surrounding your feet. When you could finally see ahead of you all that was there was the ocean, same as before.

“Y/N!” Grover’s voice broke through the crowd as he manuvered through campers and stared at you with darkness and shadows pooling at your feet. A girl with deep umber skin and black waist length box braids stood beside him and a pale, freckle- faced boy with a mess of blonde curls that brought out his ocean blue eyes. The three of them along with every other camper and Chiron who followed the crowd stared up above your head. You looked up to see a long royal blue and obsidian bident, a black snake coiling up the body with two navy prongs pointed towards the sky at the top. A glow of midnight blue surrounded the bident and illuminated around you. It lowered into your hand and the weight brought a smile to your face as you felt a wave of pride in knowing what this meant.

Chiron’s voice bellowed, “You have been claimed by Hades. King of the Dead. God of the Underworld. Y/N L/N.”

You turned to face Grover and his two friends with a sweet smile on your face as if you didn't just kick a whole cabin of demigods asses. "Hey I'm Y/N, daughter of Hades. Nice to meet you both." The blonde boy you knew to be Percy just stood with his mouth agape until the girl elbowed him. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Hi, I'm Percy." You smiled and shook his hand while the girl gave you a head nod, "Annabeth." Grover looked past you and motioned to the Ares kids on the ground, "You did all that?" Looking over your shoulder you saw some of them were now coming back to and you turned back unfazed, "More or less." Annabeth slung her arm over your shoulder and led you along with her two other friends away from everyone else, "Yeah I like you. We're gonna get along well I think."

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authors note: i saw a lot of people posting their own fics about pjo so i thought i'd give it a try. i'm new to this franchise and i've only watched the show and movies. but i'm starting to read the books now so this is what i've come up with using the stuff i've seen, read, googled, etc. please be kind if there's something 'inaccurate' bc im still new to this!

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wakandas-vibranium · 9 months

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Double Date

Pairing: Fontaine x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: smutty smut, 18+ content, minors DNI, oral(f+m receiving), protected p in v sex, dirty talk, daddy!kink, praise!kink, rough sex

Word count: 5k

Summary: Your coworker Yo-Yo is playing matchmaker and asked you to accompany her roommate on a double date.

A/N: Let’s get it started with these TCT fics!! If y’all writing ‘em, please tag me so I can read ‘em!! Please like, comment, and reblog!

You finished getting dressed, checked yourself in the mirror one last time, and smiled at how gorgeous you looked, so you grabbed your cell phone and purse and made your way downstairs to meet your Lyft driver. You couldn't wait for your automobile to be repaired because you loathed having to rely on others for transportation.

You were talking to your coworker Yo-Yo earlier this week about how you were touch starved and eager to jump back into the dating scene. Even though you had only worked with Yo-Yo for a little over four months, you had already come to think of her as a close friend. She just moved to Memphis not too long ago.

Yo-Yo asked you on a double date with her and her boyfriend, claiming that Fontaine, her roommate, was the ideal man for you.

You've seen Fontaine pick Yo-Yo up from work numerous times and have seen him drive that green car of his around town a few times, but you've never had the chance to actually talk to him. He always seemed to have a lot on his mind, but he was fine as hell, so of course you agreed to the double date.

You suggested Melvin's, which was one of the few black-owned pubs in the neighborhood. They had delicious, mouthwatering food and a dance floor that never stayed vacant.

Fontaine didn't appear to be the dancing type, which was fine by you. You just hoped that he would like you enough to bring you back home and fuck your brains out. It had been exactly 14 months, 12 weeks, 11 days, 13 hours, 22 minutes and 57 seconds since you had any kind of dick.

It was time.

Your Lyft driver pulled up in front of you at a quarter to eight, which was perfect because y'all had agreed to meet there at eight and it was only a ten-minute drive from your apartment.

"Lyft for Y/N?" said the older gentleman as he rolled down the passenger window.

You nodded at him, and he quickly stepped out to open the rear door for you, saying, "You lookin' good, young lady!"

You smiled at him before ducking into the backseat, "Thank you."

Before you knew it, you were parked in front of Melvin's. A nervous chill swept over you. It had been a good lil minute since you've dated. You were rusty and willed yourself not to fuck up tonight.

Once you strutted inside, you spotted the three of them almost immediately. They were all in deep conversation and didn't notice you walk in. They picked a good table to sit at. One close to the bar and dance floor. It was a Thursday night, so it wasn't too packed, but it had a nice lil crowd.

You tucked your phone inside your clutch, took a deep breath, and strolled confidently over to their table.

All three of them turned their heads towards you as you neared the table. Yo-Yo beamed brightly at you and waved you over. Her boyfriend's eyes widened, and he mumbled something you couldn't hear, but it must have been inappropriate because Yo-Yo kicked him under the table.

Fontaine raised his eyebrows and bit his bottom lip as he looked you up and down. The flash of his gold teeth almost made your knees go weak, but you kept walking. You were a sucker for niggas with grills.

Yo-Yo’s man and Fontaine were on the same side of the booth. Yo-Yo was sitting across from her boyfriend, and the empty spot in front of Fontaine was reserved for you.

Yo-Yo stood up and hugged you tightly, "You look finer than a motherfucka!"

You giggled, squeezing her back just as tightly, "Thank you girl! You look amazing too!"

She broke the hug and motioned to the two men, "This is my man, Slick Charles, and this is Fontaine." She motioned for you to slide into the booth first, “And this is my coworker and friend Y/N."

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Slick Charles greeted as he held out his hand. You shook his hand before scooching over into the booth.

“It’s good to meet you, Y/N,” Fontaine said as he extended his hand, “I’m Fontaine.”

You placed your hand in his large palm, brown eyes locking with his brown eyes and smiled softly at him, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Fontaine.”

He squeezed your hand, and a wave of warmth rushed through you. Under his intense gaze, you could feel your cheeks heating up.

Were you really so touch-deprived that a simple handshake and eye contact were enough to make your black ass blush?

The server came over and greeted everybody warmly, saying, "Welcome to Melvin's. What drinks can I get started on for y'all?"

Yo-Yo ordered first, “I’ll have a Manhattan.”

Then Slick Charles, “Yeah I’ll take a vodka cranberry with a splash of orange juice.”

The waiter turned to you expectantly and you ordered, “A whiskey sour, please.”

Fontaine ordered last, “Just a double shot of whiskey for me.”

“And did you want that neat or on the rocks?”

“Neat.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

“So,” you started as you watched the waiter walk off, “How are y’all liking Memphis so far?”

“I’m really enjoying it,” Yo-Yo chimed in.

“Yeah,” Slick Charles agreed, “It’s a nice change from the Glen.”

“I like it here,” Fontaine added, “I like being in a place where not too many niggas know me.”

“Well I’m glad y’all came to Memphis,” you admitted, smiling warmly at them.

The waiter returned with your drinks and took your orders before walking away.

“Slick, let's hit the dance floor while we wait for our food.” Yo-Yo said as she did a little dance at the table.

“I ain’t got on my dancing shoes to—“

“—Nigga, get yo ass up and let’s dance.”

“I know we retired and all but I’m still—“ Slick Charles was cut off by Yo-Yo yanking him up and to the dance floor.

“Are they always like that?” You asked, biting back a laugh as you watched Yo-Yo drag Slick Charles all the way to the dance floor.

“Pretty much,” Fontaine nodded, never taking his eyes off you, “How long you been in Memphis?”

“All my life.”

“You ain’t ever think about movin’ somewhere else?”

“Nah, not really,” you shrugged, “All my family is here, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

You were surprised by how effortlessly the conversation flowed. You could talk to him for hours and never get tired of listening to his alluring voice. You were curious about the noises he made while he was balls deep in some pussy. You cleared your throat in an attempt to pull your thoughts out of the gutter. It didn't work.

“You been in a lot of relationships?” You asked, taking another swig of your drink.

“Nah, I ain’t really have too many shawtys back in the Glen.”

“Hmm, so you haven’t come across any Memphis women that caught your attention?”

“You caught my eye,” he stated, catching you off guard.

“Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’mma keep it real with you, Fontaine,” you said as you looked him straight in the eye, “I want you really bad.”

“Shit then we on the same page,” he acknowledged, downing the rest of his drink. “So you comin’ back with me tonight?”

You nodded, “I just have one condition though.”

“And what’s that?” Fontaine questioned as he placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward a bit.

You leaned across the table and motioned for him to come closer. When he was close enough to your liking you whispered, “You have to keep the grills on while you eat my pussy.”

His brown eyes darkened with desire and a hint of mischief at your request. As your tongue glided across your bottom lip, his gaze drifted to your mouth.

The sexual tension was so thick you could have sliced it with a butter knife.

“I can do that.”

You inched closer to each other, your gaze never leaving the other's. From this close range, you could see that his pupils were dilated. You were positive that yours most likely were too.

“Yeah? You promise?” The corners of your mouth couldn’t help but turn up into an infectious grin at the electric look he gave you.

“Promise.”

He closed what little distance was left between you and kissed your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back with a quickness. Under his facial hair, his full lips were soft against yours and tasted of whiskey.

The bustling noise of the forks scraping plates, the chatter of the other customers, and the thump of feet on the dance floor all faded away for a brief moment.

You rested your hands on his broad shoulders as he deepened the kiss, letting out a soft moan as his tongue brushed against yours. His hand was wrapped around your lower arm, softly caressing your brown skin.

You got a little carried away as you slid your hands to the sides of his neck and gently tugged at his lower lip. The low grunt of surprise that he let out caused your clit to throb, and your nipples to harden. He didn't try to pull away from you though. He held both of your arms now and squeezed them tighter as his kisses became more heated.

You were seconds away from saying fuck it and pulling him into a bathroom stall, but you refrained. You had to maintain some type of decorum.

“Ahhh sookie sookie now!” Slick Charles chuckled as he made his way back to the table.

“Y’all niggas need to get a room,” Yo-Yo teased as she plopped down next to you.

“These motherfuckas,” Fontaine grumbled as he pulled away.

When you finally opened your eyes, you noticed that some other patrons were staring at you. You ignored them and focused your attention on Yo-Yo and Slick Charles, both of whom were smirking at you and Fontaine.

You were too turned on to be embarrassed, and fortunately, the waiter was on his way over with everyone's food.

The food was delicious as always, and the evening was going exceptionally well. Slick Charles was telling you how he met Yo-Yo, but you were zoning in and out.

Every time you locked eyes with Fontaine, you squirmed in your seat a little. There was something in his fierce gaze that promised you a night of passion.

You were so turned on that you couldn't even finish your food. You just ordered another whiskey sour and sipped on that until the others were finished and ready to leave.

The drive back to their place was smooth and just a vibe. Yo-Yo and Slick Charles sang along to the 90's R&B that played softly on the radio in the backseat, and you joined them a few times.

Fontaine sat in a comfortable silence, driving with one hand because his right hand was spread out over your thigh. When he would stop at a red light, he would squeeze it or rub it with his fingers. All the while not taking his eyes off the road, driving you insane, and making you wet for him. He had to know what he was doing to you.

They lived in a pretty nice apartment complex. It wasn't too far from yours. Once Fontaine parked, you got out of the car and walked ahead with Yo-Yo, arm in arm.

You were elated that they lived on the first floor because your feet were killing you. Yo-Yo unlocked the door and you followed her inside. She pulled you through the apartment to the kitchen, handing you a bottle of water after she closed the fridge.

You and she gushed over how great tonight turned out to be and how you both had naughty plans for your men.

A couple of minutes later, the fellas entered the apartment. Slick Charles called for Yo-Yo, who winked at you and gave you a thumbs up before exiting the kitchen.

You were halfway done with your water when Fontaine found you leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi,” you replied, shooting him a warm smile.

He pointed to the hallway, “My room is the last room on the left. I’ll meet you there in a min.”

You nodded as you watched him shuffle out of the kitchen. You gulped down the last bit of your water and threw away the bottle before leaving the kitchen in search of his bedroom.

You found his room with ease, passing Fontaine, Yo-Yo and Slick Charles. The door was already open, so you headed in, not bothering to flip on the light because the tiny lamp on his nightstand illuminated the room plenty for you to see.

“Slick, what the fuck we gon’ do with glow in the dark condoms?” you heard Fontaine question from the other bedroom. You laughed to yourself. You weren’t completely against those types of condoms.

Slick Charles went on about Fontaine being boring and how he needed to have some fun. You tuned him out as you took off your heels, sighing in relief while you walked around Fontaine’s room.

You checked your phone to make sure there were no missed calls or texts before slipping it back in your purse. You placed your clutch on his dresser and checked yourself out in the mirror while you waited for him. You looked like a snack and you were definitely ready to be ate!

Fontaine strolled into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. You turned around to look at him. He held up a gold-colored foil packet and asked, “You ain't allergic to latex, right?"

"Nah, I'm not allergic,” you assured him.

"Cool," he said as he pocketed the rubber and took his shoes and socks off, kicking them to the side before pulling you in by the waist and kissing you instantly.

You kissed him back, your arms sliding up to wrap around his neck. His hands ventured down to your ass, squeezing it tight as he deepened the kiss. He swallowed your soft moans, licking into your hot mouth as he backed you into the dresser.

“Now I told yo ass to slow down before you injure a nigga’s back!” Slick Charles shouted through the walls. Yo-Yo said something back but you couldn’t make out what she had said.

He broke the kiss, panting lightly as you both stared at each other for several seconds before he shook his head and you let out a giggle. Those two had to be the strangest and funniest couple you’d ever met.

You felt his hardness against your thigh and you rubbed it. Damn, he was huge. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stretching your walls.

“You ready for Daddy to eat that pussy?” he asked as he took a step back, looking you up and down.

Was the sky blue? Hell yeah, you were.

You nodded enthusiastically as you pulled your dress over your head, tossing it onto the floor. He watched you undress with hungry eyes, palming his erection. Once you took off your bra and panties you sauntered over to the bed, sitting down slowly before spreading your legs.

He yanked off his shirt, revealing his large chest and broad shoulders, throwing it on the floor with your pile of clothes. He followed you up the bed, pulling on your legs to bring you closer to his face.

“Damn shawty,” Fontaine murmured as he rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger, licking his lips at the captivating way your pussy glimmered in his dimly lit room. “All for me, huh?”

"All for you, Daddy," you sighed deeply in anticipation as you felt his breath on your sensitive cunt. His nose brushed against your clit, causing your thighs to tremble slightly.

Leaning on his forearms, his large hands rested atop your lower belly as he licked a warm stripe from your wet slit all the way to your clit, flicking it twice before closing his mouth around it. You could already tell that you wouldn’t last long.

“You taste good as fuck,” he praised, dipping his tongue into your hole, tasting your fresh juices. He slid his finger in, stretching you slowly as he licked around your clit, strong tongue pushing you closer to the edge.

"Oooh just like that," you held the back of his head, moaning loudly, "Don't stop."

Your back arched off the bed, bringing your pussy closer to his talented mouth. Your thighs began to shake as your climax loomed. The sheer pleasure was almost too much for you. You tried to force your thighs closed, but Fontaine's hand pinned you down. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

You inhaled sharply and sank back against the pillows as he inserted a second finger, pumping you faster.

“Fuuuuck!” you moaned even louder.

He softly nibbled your clit, and the coolness of his golds was all it took to send you tumbling over the edge.

“I can feel it,” he moaned against your sensitive bud, slurping up all your juices, “Let it all out for Daddy.”

His filthy words and the calculated flicks of his tongue had your mind whirling and your heart pounding. Every mind-boggling wave of bliss flooded through your veins, causing you to shiver uncontrollably as you tugged on his locs. At the moment, you couldn't form any words. All you could do was pant harshly and let out all kinds of obscene noises.

When he finally felt your body go limp, he pulled off your clit and eased his fingers out of you. Fontaine planted a few soothing kisses on your thighs before sitting up.

Your eyes were still closed, and your breaths were finally slowing, but you could feel his eyes on you and hear him sucking his fingers.

You peeked through one eye and found him kneeling over you, completely naked now, stroking his massive dick as he watched you with a mischief glint in his dark eyes.

“I see you smirkin’, nigga,” you blurted, pointing at him as you glowed blissfully.

He tried to cover his smile but you saw it anyway. He playfully smacked your hand and said, “I was just tryna make sure you wasn’t ‘bout to pass out on a nigga.”

“Yeah, yeah..”

He continued to stroke his dick as he lay on his back beside you. You turned your head to the side to get a better look, and your mouth watered at the sight.

"Come taste this dick," he commanded as he watched you ogle it.

You sat up on your knees and leaned forward, taking it in both your hands. He had to have been eight or nine inches in length and was very girthy; his dick curved to the left too. It had been a while since you gave head, but you were determined to make him feel good.

You wrapped your lips around the tip. It was warm and velvety against your tongue. You let the soft feel of Fontaine's dick run over your tongue, relishing the taste as you took him down as far as you could go, breathing through your nose. He hissed lowly as the wet heat of your mouth engulfed him.

You licked a wet stripe up and down the length of his shaft before rising up to close your lips around the crown, stroking the rest of his rod swiftly.

You glimpsed up at Fontaine through your eyelashes. The heated stare he gave you was enough to make you feel lightheaded. His golds flashed at you as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. The sight had you dripping for him.

He moaned your name, stretching out his legs as he cupped the back of your head. You swirled your tongue around, drawing out a long groan from him as you flattened your tongue down the underside of his tip. He lifted his hips, thrusting up as he held your head in place.

You moaned as he fucked up into your mouth, your left hand braced on his knee while the other fondled his balls. Tears pricked your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down as much as you could, gagging briefly as the tip of his dick slipped down the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped as he halted his movements and gripped your shoulder, “Stop before I nut.”

You pulled off with a loud pop, placing one final kiss onto the swollen, spit-gleaming tip before climbing up his body and crushing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. His big hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your supple ass while he kissed you back just as sloppily.

"Aight, lay back for me," he murmured, breaking the kiss and pushing you onto your back, moving with a skilled quickness to put the magnum on before slotting himself between your spread legs.

He lined himself up against your entrance, dragging his dick up and down your wet slit, only stopping to tap his fat tip against your sensitive clit, making you gasp and jerk beneath him in anticipation.

He slowly pushed inside, and your mouth fell open, but you quickly closed it, fighting back the scream that was about to escape.

“Shit,” he groaned deeply, pulling out a little once he was halfway in, and sinking back in, watching your pussy stretch around him. “You squeezin’ a nigga.”

The pressure of the stretch stung, so you just bit your bottom lip, clung to the sheets and breathed deeply through your nose until the feeling subsided.

“You good?” he asked, voice laced with concern, stopping all movement when he realized just how quiet you were being.

You opened your eyes, and his worried eyes swept your face, looking for any sign of pain. It was almost as though he was splitting you in two. You had to take a few more deep breaths in order to relax.

"Yeah, I'm good," you assured him as you let go of the covers and clung to his arms. "Your dick is huge, Fontaine goddamn."

He grinned at your confession and pulled all the way out before plunging back in, damn near knocking the wind out of you.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, legs spreading wider to grant him better access.

Once he was buried deep inside you, you let out a moan so inviting that he couldn't resist lowering his head and capturing your lips with his. You stroked his cheeks and tugged him closer, kissing him with all the fervor you could muster.

“Shit, you feel good,” he praised, moaning softly as he began to circle his hips.

“Please fuck me harder,” you sighed deeply, hands moving down to cup your breasts.

He straightened up and began to thrust inside you, picking up the tempo once he established a good rhythm. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of your wetness, his hips slamming hard against yours, and heavy breaths.

“Fontaine,” you moaned breathlessly. He groaned in response as he was beginning to love the way you called his name.

“You look so pretty takin’ all this dick,” he praised, grip on your thighs tightening as he fucked you even faster. Warmth spread across your chest at the praise, and more wetness oozed out of your tight hole.

His hand slid up your body, squeezing your breast while the other bounced freely. Listening to him groan and grunt in delight was music to your ears, and it made your clit throb harder.

The intensity of the pleasure washed over you until it was all you could feel pulsing through your veins. He was fucking you so good. When you realized how loud you were being, you snapped your mouth shut, stifling your moans.

"Nah, I want to hear you,” he growled low in your ear, thrusting harder and deeper, “Tell me how good Daddy dick feels.”

You couldn't help but whimper as he brushed against that sweet spot deep inside of you. “You—ah shit—feel so fuckin’ good!”

“I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?” Fontaine chuckled cockily, gold chain dangling against your chin.

“Yesss Daddy! Ple—please don’t stop,” you begged.

“What a nigga get if he don’t stop?”

“Anything!” you cried out, squeezing your legs around him and holding onto his shoulders as he pounded you into the mattress. “Shit— Fontaine I’m ‘bout to cum,” you breathed shakily, toes curling as your eyes snapped shut.

“I want that shit,” he grunted loudly as he felt your walls contract around him, “Cum all over this dick.”

You sank your teeth into his shoulder, biting down hard, muffling your screams of pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. He sucked in a sharp breath at the pleasurable pain and as your cunt clenched so tightly around him, cumming hard, creaming all over his dick.

He whispered soothing things to you as your body convulsed in his arms. He held you tighter as he traced kisses all over your face and down your neck, shifting his rhythm back to a gentle rock.

Once you came to your senses, you opened your eyes and gasped at the teeth marks you had left on his shoulder.

“Oh shit Fontaine,” you whispered as you traced the bite mark with your thumb, “I ain’t mean to bite you.”

“Nah, you good,” he huffed, shrugging his shoulders, “I’m actually into that shit.”

“Good to know.”

He waited a few more seconds before pulling out. He climbed off of you, kneeled on the bed, and scooched back to give you room to move, “Hands and knees, Y/N.”

You happily obliged by rolling onto your stomach and arching effortlessly on your hands and knees.

You and Fontaine moaned in unison when he entered you in one swift motion, hips smacking against your asscheeks as he set a brutal pace. This must have been his favorite position because he wasn’t fucking around this time. Your desperate whimpers and the wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the bedroom once again. You took every inch he gave you, arms stretched out in front of you, fingers gripping the sheets as you rocked back against him.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he grunted as he smacked your asscheek, “Fuck me back just like that.”

His grip was so tight on your waist that you knew your hips would be sore in the morning. The thought alone made you wetter so you threw it back even harder.

It didn't take long for Fontaine to elicit another orgasm from you, causing your knees to buckle and slump against the mattress. He followed you down, chest pressed against your back, still pounding his thick dick inside you and panting against your ear.

As he placed all of his weight on you, his large hands wrapped around yours, fingers intertwining as he continued to give you the best dick you'd ever had. He was grinding so hard and deeply into you, muttering filthy words in your ear. The boundless pleasure was starting to become overwhelming. You couldn't cum again. You were almost certain that you'd pass smooth the fuck out if you came a fourth time. You needed him to cum.

“Fon—fuuuuck! Please cum for me!”

“You want Daddy to nut?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined, eyes rolling back as he brushed against your g-spot yet again.

“Aight, c’mere,” He rose back up on his knees, tugging you along with him. You braced yourself on your hands and knees. He slowly rocked into you a few times before setting a merciless pace, fucking the breath right out of your lungs.

“Goddamnit,” you rasped, “You fuck me so good!”

As he repeatedly hammered away at your g-spot, all you could do was grab the sheets and scream his name. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. As your walls tightened around his fat dick, you trembled, gasping and whimpering. You were a mess. Another orgasm blasted through you, taking you both by surprise and blurring your vision. It took all your strength not to fall forward as your thighs shook violently.

Fontaine grunted loudly as he rutted against you like a mad man, smacking your asscheeks over and over, chasing his own orgasm. He let out a low, guttural groan, thrusts faltering as he twitched inside of you, cumming hard.

You both panted harshly and were completely fucked out. Arms and legs weaker than SWV.

He trailed kisses down your sweat-glistening back before pulling out of you. Once he was free, you slumped all the way forward, your head resting against a pillow. He carefully pulled the condom off, tied it, and tossed it into the bin beside his nightstand before plopping down next to you.

Still splayed out on your stomach, you scooched as close to him as you could, cupped his face, and just gazed down into his eyes as you swiped your thumb across his hairy cheek.

He mirrored your gaze, his eyes less intense than usual, and wrapped his arm around your waist, massaging small circles into your lower back with the pads of his fingertips.

After a prolonged moment of silence, in-tune gazes, and soft caresses, you broke the silence and said, "That was fuckin' amazing."

He nodded his head in agreement so you asked him, “When can we do this again?”

“Whenever you want,” he said before pulling you down into a tender, biting kiss. He sucked in your lower lip and licked into your mouth teasingly. You tugged on his bottom lip, softly sighing as you ran your tongue across his golds, shifting so you were half on top of him, chest to chest.

Good, you thought. Because you definitely planned on sticking around. Good dick and conversation? There was no way you were passing that up.

“Goddamn ‘Taine! You ain’t have to upstage a pimp like that!” Slick Charles hollered through the walls.

You broke the kiss, gasping at the random outburst.

“Nigga, shut yo retired ass up!” Yo-Yo said just as loud.

Fontaine tried to hold it, but one look at your amused face had him chuckling and shaking his head fondly at his roommates.

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sammysficfactory · 9 months

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Missing Blanket

husband!dad!miguel x blackcoded!reader

tags: fluff🤭

summary: when miguel loses gabriella’s favorite blanket, all hell breaks loose.

wc: 1k words

notes: gabriella is a daddy’s girl, i could give miguel the family he wants, beta read

beta reader comments: aww thats so cute, not Miguel got the credit

Miguel was screwed. Utterly screwed. Your daughter Gabriella was having a fit because Miguel had lost her favorite blanket. Miguel was looking high and low, far and wide for this blanket. You still wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, so he was by himself. He holds Gabriella to his chest as he looks for her favorite yellow blanket.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m gonna find your blanket, okay? Daddy’s gonna find it.” He says calmly, trying to soothe her panicked state. Miguel feels terrible seeing his little girl so upset, so he’s on a mission. Miguel is all but turning the house upside down looking for the blanket when he hears the click of the front door lock.

“Miguel? Gabby? Where are y’all?” You ask, a bit frantic at the sound of your daughter’s cries. You spot Miguel holding your daughter and looking frazzled as he whips his head left to right.

“What’s wrong with my baby?” You coo at your daughter, concern painting your features. Gabby lifts her head to look at you before making grabby hands at you, motioning for you to pick her up. You take her into your arms, making a face to ask Miguel ‘what the fuck happened?’

“Daddy can’t find my blanket!” She sobs, answering your question. Your face drops in panic. ‘You did what?!’ you mouth at him. Miguel grimaces. ‘I don’t know! It’s like it just vanished into thin air! I don’t know what to do!’ he mouths back frantically, shrugging. You roll your eyes, sighing as you rub your daughter’s back.

“It’s okay, mommy’s gonna help find it.” You kiss her temple before going to the third floor of your home, checking every room for that damned blanket. You start in the bedroom you and Miguel slept in, sitting your daughter on the bed as you frantically look under the bed, in your dirty clothes hamper, and in your closet to no avail. You grab your daughter and go across the hall to her old nursery, checking the crib, the empty diaper bag, and the dresser full of clothes she couldn’t fit anymore. You leave and go to the bathroom, checking anywhere a blanket could fit, all without success.

You go down to the second floor, first checking Gabriella’s playroom. You look in and behind her dollhouse, check her toy chest, inside her lego bucket, and her small bookshelf only to find nothing. You rush into her room, checking under her pillows, blanket, and bed. Next you go into her drawers, closet and dirty clothes hamper, just to see absolutely nothing. You check the second floor bathroom, doing the same thing you did on the previous floor.

Finally, you get to the first floor. You sit your daughter on the couch as you frantically search with Miguel once more, checking under the couch, under the table of your dining room, in your kitchen, and hall closet. You come back to your living room, plopping on the couch and sighing in defeat before an idea pops up in your head. You snap your head in your husband’s direction.

“Miguel, did you check the basement?” You ask. Miguel looks at you as if you’re crazy.

“The basement, why would I check-” Then it dawned on him. Since he had the day off, Miguel offered to take Gabriella to school and start laundry before the weekend began. Your laundry room was in the basement. The two of you rush down to your basement and Miguel opens the dryer to see the very catalyst for your daughter's distress. The two of you sigh in relief.

“Look Gabby, daddy has your blanket!” You say, pointing to an exhausted Miguel who was holding the yellow blanket. Gabriella’s cries cease almost immediately when she sees her blanket in her father’s hands. Miguel hands her the blanket with a kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you, daddy.” She says, wiping her tears and quickly grabbing the blanket before nuzzling her face into it. Miguel pinches her cheek gently with a small smile.

“Thank you, honey.” Miguel winks at you, kissing your cheek as he takes Gabriella into his arms. You roll your eyes playfully, a little bitter that your husband got all the credit for your idea.

You all walk back up the stairs together. Gabby’s face was smiley and satisfied, very different from the tired but fairly relieved expression you and Miguel shared.

“Mommy, I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?” Gabby asks poking you every other syllable. You shrug before playfully nibbling her finger, resulting in a fit of laughter from her.

“I don’t know girl, ask your father.” Miguel glares at you, resulting in you glaring back. Miguel quickly averts his eyes, visibly intimidated. Since becoming a mom, your death stare has gotten better. Sometimes you’d need it in the store when Gabby was about to have a temper tantrum and she would get it together immediately. Your daughter turns to Miguel.

“Daddy can we get pizza for dinner?” She asks, showing off her trademark large and sparkly puppy eyes. You had to give your daughter her props, she knew how to get what she wanted. She’s also learned that her father was in the palm of her hand fairly quickly. Miguel makes a pained face, clearly torn between not wanting to say yes and not wanting to tell his precious daughter no.

“Okay, I’ll order pizza.” Your husband sighs in defeat, he was no match for the big sparkly brown eyes your daughter had. Gabriella rejoices in victory, doing a little dance and a song.

“We’re getting pizza. We’re getting pizza.” She repeated constantly in a sing-song voice. Miguel rubs his temples, you figured it was a stress induced headache and that Gabriella wasn’t helping.

“Gabby.” You warn. She grins sheepishly before apologizing and continuing her dance quietly, humming her to her tune. You and Miguel laugh quietly at her run of the mill antics.

“That’s your dramatic ass daughter, Miguel.” You snort. Miguel shrugs, shaking his head.

“Sure is.” He grins as he orders the pizza online. After ordering, he tosses his phone onto the coffee table and leans back in his seat.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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men that make you cry during sex. Sure, they’ll feel bad about it also turns them on. The type of man that loves laying you on your back, folding your legs up and fucking you into total submission. The type that likes to feed you deep strokes..curled up into a mating press with his entire body burrowed over you. His favorite position, all because he gets the honor of staring at your pretty face while he’s in it. It’s not one he takes lightly because he knew how many men wanted you; that his girl turned heads everywhere you went but he was the only one to have you coming all over his dick. Making a mess of that sloppy cunt and sloshing around his own nut that he’s nestled into you prior. Making you experience one powerful orgasm right after the next with no end in sight..yes, he knows he’s killing your shit, that much is apparent by the various marks you’ve left on his back and arms, clawing them up with the constant pressure of his tip prodding your spot. “G’ahh—baby, yes. You’re so close. So fucking tight..” grunting aggressively against your lips with your foreheads pressed together; sweat beaded and trickling down his face. It’s when he relentlessly pounds you, bringing you to another climax that you instantly come undone and start trembling immensely. Your choked out screams trapped in the back of your throat, eyes trailing back before you emit a loud cry and the tears to follow. You find yourself gasping for breath, holding onto his burly arms for some semblance of stability as you try to ride out that orgasm. “FUCK! Oh my god…” It takes him a minute to realize that you’re in full blown hysterics, sobbing from the intensity. It’s all but expected when he’s coaxed out another stream of squirt to add to the several other ones soaking the sheets. “It’s okay, baby. You’re alright, you’re alright. Just breathe with me.” As hard as he’s trying to console you, he can’t help but be aroused by the tear stained state of your pretty face. He tries calming you down but to no avail. And honestly, the way you’re clamping his cock because of it..he doesn’t really want it to stop. Your eyes shut for a split second and a smile crept across his face in satisfaction of what he’s caused. Making love to you so good that you cry? Oh, he can’t get enough of that. Hell, you might even have awoken some sadistic trait inside of him. A little sick and fucked up, he knows it. Because in any other capacity, he wouldn’t be able to stomach the thought of you in shambles like this. But damn, does the sight of you slapping at his abs, saying “daddy..I can’t take it. I’m coming so hard..” Make him want to put a baby in you at that very moment. Even finds himself twitching inside of that warmth when you begin to sniffle and apologize for breaking into a sob. “I’m so sorry..” Before you open your eyes, he has to contain his enthusiasm and the fact that he wants to make it happen again. So he just swaddles you in his grasp, swipes a thumb across your cheek and kisses your temple as he chuckles.

“It’s okay, baby. You can let it all out..let it all go for me. You look so pretty when you do.”

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 month

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Imagine Konig finds out you gave birth to triplets.

This poor man is on his knees hugging your waist and legs hiding his face in your stomach, you're gently rubbing his back trying to calm him down while Ghost, Soap and Price are starring down at the three sleeping babies.

Y/n: Darling please calm down.

Konig: I'm so sorry!

Y/n: Seriously it's fine so will you please get off the floor!

Konig: I'm a terrible person! Es tut mir so leid, meine Liebe! ( I'm so sorry my love!)

Y/n: It's not as bad as you make it, I swear it was quick and easy! See I'm fine and so are the babies so please stop crying sweetheart!

Yeah this man is not hearing you at all all he knows is that you were alone and you gave birth to three of his children, yes you both wanted kids, yes he knew you were pregnant but triplets?! Who would have thought?

Soap: I still can't believe Konig is a dad?!

Price: They are cute, I just can't believe I'm a grandpa.

Ghost: Poor Y/n gonna have their hands full dealing with four babies

Soap: Four? I know you're old but your not blind at least not yet.

Ghost: *points at a crying Konig* Four

Soap: Oh... Now hold on a minute that's just mean!

Ghost: Just being honest

Konig: Danke, dass du mir drei wunderschöne Babys geschenkt hast, meine Liebe! Ich verdiene dich nicht! (Thank you for giving me three beautiful babies my love! I do not deserve you!)

Y/n: I love you too but please stop crying! And get off the floor already!

(nothing tells me I got that translation wrong so I'm going to have to look it up again 😭)

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cookiepie111 · 3 months

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mauvecherie-writes · 6 months

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Say The Words …

pairing: lewis hamilton x black reader.

summary: something to hold the girlies over until I can finish the other WIPs. We can still discuss about this scene. It’s giving angst and all the fluffy softness. no plot, simply a scenario to be explored and expanded upon. enjoy! COMMENT AND REBLOG PLEASE.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, outside of your door at such hours. You made him promise to not contact you - for the sake of the both of you.

And yet, here he was. Ears ringing with his heart on his sleeve.

God, he hoped that you were home. Your car wasn’t in your usual spot in the underground garage …

He knocked anyway.

And waited.

He took a deep breath as he felt his nerves beginning to get the better of him. A few moments passed before his ears pricked up to the sound of your sweet voice.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me … Lewis.”

Silence.

Then shuffling.

Then another silence.

More shuffling before a deep sigh. “Why are you here?”

“Can you open the door please?” He asked as he placed both hands on each side of the door.

“Lewis you can’t —.”

“Baby.” He spoke up which cut you off before you finished what you had to say. “Please open the door.” He stated once more - this time softer. More pleading in tone. “Please.”

The first click made him drop his hands from the frame. The second click made him stand up straight. And the third click, as the door opened, Lewis stood in place as the entrance widened and revealed you.

Your state of dress showed that you were expecting a night in. No makeup, bonnet, his t-shirt with the picture of his young self and basketball shorts. The most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes upon. The sight of his t-shirt on you made him smile and he couldn’t hide it. You rolled your eyes as you shifted on your feet.

“Can I come in?” He questioned. Your answer wasn’t vocal, but physical. Your hand dropped from the door handle and you moved aside to let him in. You tried to walk away but he grabbed your wrist - stopping you in your tracks. As you looked back at him, you saw him shut the door.

Lewis pulled you closer until your foreheads touched. You closed your eyes. Meeting his gaze would force you to your knees. Despite you shaking your head, you allowed your body to be held. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his body. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you were overcome by emotion but his hold brought so much comfort.

You hadn’t realised how much you had missed him until now.

“Don’t ask me to leave.” Lewis whispered. Don’t ask me to forget about you.”

“You need to Lewis. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Then we won’t. We’ll do better. We’ll be better. I’ll do whatever it takes to make us work. Please …. Please just don’t ask me to leave again. I barely survived.” He cupped your cheeks and pulled your head up to meet his eyes. You could barely speak as your heart felt heavy and your throat ached with the words you failed to speak.

Testing the waters, Lewis began to place kisses on your face with sweet words behind every kiss, intending for them to seep through your skin and deep into your bones. He wanted, no, needed you to believe his words. There was no other and there never will be.

Just you.

When your head softly tilted upwards, your lips brushed against his. You sighed as his hands came to the back of your neck before pulling you to his lips. You moaned softly into the kiss as you pulled on the fabric of his shirt. Your bodies swayed in the waves of passion as the kiss continued. Taking and giving in continuous equilibrium until your bodies were on fire.

“Stay.” You then said between kisses as you wrapped your arms around his neck. With your chest heaving but with great conviction, you repeated.

“Stay ….. Stay with me.”

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𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ᵇⁿʰᵃ

╰ ⌞🇲‌🇺‌🇱‌🇹‌🇮‌-🇸‌🇭‌🇮‌🇵‌🇸‌ 🇫‌🇮‌🇨‌🇸‌⌝

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝I have the power to control those I consider to be of lesser rank than myself; be thankful I don't feel like using it on you right now.❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find yourself surrounded by a world of heroes and villains, grappling with the decision to accept or deny your past.

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05 ┃ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 - 4.0k wc

06 ┃ 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 - 2.6k wc

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13 ┃ 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 - 2.0k wc

14 ┃ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬 - 3.0k wc

⌜𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜⌟

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　ʙɴʜᴀ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

[𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 #1 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: '𝐸𝒱𝐼𝐿']

[𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚/𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞: '𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢 𝑁𝑜 𝐻𝑖̄𝑟𝑜̄ 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎' 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎' 𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐘/𝐍 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 "𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚 (𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥)" 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚/𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞: '𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘔𝘢𝘯' 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢.]

P.S. *This is a FanFic (Fan made). The original characters shown in this book are an entire work of fiction unless stated otherwise.*

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: September 23, 2023 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: March 29, 2024 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: TBD

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [~]

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Can I get this fluff where Namjoon and the reader are parents(they have like three kids) and Namjoon takes them to Disney world and the kids are really excited so they’re going wild and it stresses Namjoon out😭😭Thank you🫶🏼

“Daddy I hungry!”

“Daddy I have to use the bathroom!”

Namjoon sighs shaking his head. He was currently at Disney world with his family but his wife was no where to be found

“Daddy’s where’s mommy?”

“I don’t know baby” he says pulling out his phone to call her but immediately stops when his son in the stroller started crying

“Daddy Coby’s crying”

Namjoon sighs looking down at his daughter who looked up at him with her big brown eyes

“Thank you Akilah, try and calm him down please” he says dialing his wife’s phone. He looks around and noticed that he’s missing a child.

“Nailah?? Nailah?! Akilah where’s your sister?!” He asks

“I don’t know” she says playing with her brothers feet

“Hello?!”

“Yn?! Where the hell are you?!” He asks into the phone looking around for his other child

“I’m at the food stand. I’m hungry” she says making Namjoon sigh

“What food stand there are like forty different ones” Namjoon asks finally spotting Nailah walking over to her

“Uhh it’s blue and white” Yn says making Namjoon look around

“Stay there! Don’t move!” He says before hanging up. He quickly picks up Nailah who was poking at some things

“Hey!” She says

“Nailah what did mommy and daddy tell you about wondering off?” He asks walking back over to the stroller

“Uhh don’t do it because it’s dangerous?” She says

“Exactly! Don’t do it again!” He says putting her down next to the stroller

“Daddy I have to use the bathroom” Akilah says making Namjoon groan

“Kilah baby can you hold it?” He asks

“I don’t think so! I think I’ll pee of myself” she says hopping up and down.

“Okay come on” Namjoon says grabbing her hand and pushing the stroller. The walk up to the bathroom and Namjoon looks at the two small girls

“Nailah take your sister to the bathroom” Namjoon says

“Okay! Come on Kilah” she says taking her sisters hand and going into the bathroom.

Namjoon sighs sitting down on the bench outside pulling the stroller closer to him. He looks down at his son who was now calm and bitting on his fingers

“Who knew a trip to freaking Disney world would be so damn stressful” he mumbles

He shakes his head but quickly stops when he noticed his wife walking pass the bathroom

“Yn!” He shouts gaining her attention. She turns around looking at me before walking over

“Hey babe” she says

“Hey babe? Hey babe?!?! Yn where the hell were you?!” He asks

“I told you at the food stand” she says bitting into the Micky mouse waffle sandwich she was eating

“And how much was that?!” He asks

“I think about 15 dollars” she says shrugging

“You have got to be kidding me? Yn really?” He says

“What? I got you one too” she says handing him a bag

He stares at her before snatching the bag and pulling out the sandwhich

“Where are the girls?” Yn asks looking around

“The bathroom” Namjoon says bitting into the sandwich

Yn takes a piece of waffle from her sandwich and feed it to her son

“Was he good?” Yn asks

“He got fussy for a little bit but stoped when Akilah started playing with him” Namjoon admits

“Mommy!! Nilah almost fell into the toilet!” Akilah says giggling

“How nilah. How?!” Yn asks

“I’m too small for the toilet” Nilah says with a pout

“Now that we’re all here can we all STAY together?” Namjoon asks

“Of course! Come on let’s go ride some rides!” Yn says smiling causing the girls to cheer

The three of them join hands and run off causing Namjoon to sigh

“Didn’t I just say stick together?” Namjoon says quickly following behind his three girls

“Daddy can me and coby get on a ride together” Nilah asks

“No bubble bee Coby isn’t big enough” Namjoon says

“He can sit in my lap!” She says smiling

“Next time bubble bee, I promise” Namjoon says smiling

“Daddy I’m still hungry” Akilah says

“Okay what do you want to eat?” Namjoon asks

“A elephant ear!”Akilah says

“I want one too!”Nilah says excitedly

“No you don’t! You want it cause I do” Akilah says now annoyed

“So what??” Nilah says rolling her eyes

“Bubble bee be nice to your sister”Yn says

“I’m bubble bee she’s honey bee!” Nilah points out

“Babe just leave the nicknames too Me”Namjoon says

“Oh okay, you got it daddy” she says rolling her eyes

“Does Coby have a name?” Akilah asks

“He has Coby” Yn says

“Yeah but like that’s really close to his name” Nilah says

“Well let me think of one and he’ll have one by tonight” Namjoon says making the girl nod

“Can we get on the elephant mommy?” Akilah asks making Yn laugh

“His name is Dumbo and yeah come on!” Yn says running off with the two small girls

Namjoon sighs pushing the stroller as fast as he could

It was now nighttime and the family of five were about to watch the fireworks.

“Come on honeybee!! Wake up!” Namjoon says shaking Nilah who was slumped over in his arms. Yn held Akliah’s hand and Coby in her arms

“Leave her be” Yn says smiling

“But she’ll miss it!” Namjoon says pouting

“That’s her own fault” Akilah says licking at her ice cream while Colby looked around at all the bright lights around him

“Babe! Let’s take a picture!” Yn says reaching into the diaper bag pulling out the green Polaroid camera.

“Come on honey bee wake up! Just for the picture” Namjoon says

“No daddy I’m tired” she says rubbing at her eyes

“Take the picture and then you can sleep” Namjoon says

“Okay” she mumbles

A nearby women seen Namjoon struggling to take the picture

“I’ll take it for you!” She says

“Thank you so much” Namjoon says handing over the camera

“Smile honeybee!” Namjoon says kissing her cheek causing her to give a sleepy smile

“Aw you guys are so cute!” She says handing over the camera and picture

“Thank you” Yn says

They all look at the picture with smiles

“Look Coby! Look at your big ole head!” Yn says causing the baby boy to giggle

“Not cool. Stop talking about my son” Namjoon says making Yn laugh

“Daddy look! The fire works are going to start!” Akilah says pointing to the sky

The loud boom of the fireworks scares Nilah from her peaceful slumber.

She glares at Namjoon before pointing at the fireworks

“Make them stop daddy” she says making you giggle

“That’s out of his control Nilah stop being a baby and watch the fireworks” Akilah says rolling her eyes

“Bumblebee be nice to your sister” Namjoon says sternly

Akilah ignores them and continues to watch the fireworks with her mom and baby brother. When the fireworks were over the small family walked back to their room.

Namjoon being the person he is, booked a conjoined suite allowing the girls to have their own space and him and Yn with coby in the other space.

“Today was fun” Yn says patting coby on the back

“It was stressful but fun” Namjoon says sighing

“Stressful how?” Yn asks getting into the bed laying coby on her chest

“Uh you left me with the kids and I couldn’t find you. Our daughter kept walking off. Coby wouldn’t stop crying and you spent at least 200$ on food.” He says sighing making Yn laugh as she places coby on the bed between them

“I’m sorry baby I won’t do it tomorrow” she says reminding him that they had an entire week left of this

He sighs again sinking into the bed getting face to face with coby

“How about we sit tomorrow out son” he says making the tiny boy giggle

He looks over at Yn watching as she wraps her long braids up putting them into her bonnet. Before he could compliment her on how good she looked the screams of his daughters made his mind go into daddy mode

“Daddy!!!” Nilah screams as she and Akilah run into the room screaming

“Nilah? Kilah? What’s wrong?!” Yn asks also I’m patent mode

The two girls ignore their mother jumping onto Namjoon making him groan.

“Daddy kill it!” Nilah shouts

“Daddy it’s a spider! It’s big! Kill it please!”

Namjoon groans picking up both girls carrying them into the other room.

“Where was he?” Namjoon asks

“IT, was over there by the Tv” Nilah says as Namjoon puts her and her sister on the bed

Namjoon walks over to the tv stand seeing the itty bitty tiny spider. Sighing he steps on it and cleans it up with a napkin.

“He’s gone. Now it’s lights off” he says

“Daddy we can’t find our bonnets” Akilah says making Namjoon sigh

“Did you leave them at home?!” He asks hoping they didn’t because he knew his wife spent a long time on their hair and would be upset if they messed up their hair

“No we put them in a bag” Nilah says

“In a bag? What bag?” He asks making them shrug and making him groan

“Okay stay right here and be quiet mommy’s putting coby to bed” Namjoon says walking out the room Spotting Yn on the bed feeding coby,

“Can you give the girls their bonnets? They’re on the dresser over there” she says making Namjoon silently cheer plucking the bonnets from the piece of furniture

He rushes into the other room wrapping up the girls hair like Yn taught him.

“Alright girls. Lights out.” Namjoon says turning off the big light and turning on the small Micky mouse night light

“Daddy, can I have Micky mouse pancakes?” Nilah asks

“You can have whatever you want honey bee” he says placing a kiss on her forehead

“Can I have princess tiana waffles?!” Akilah asks excitedly making Namjoon laugh

“Of course you can, goodnight. I love you” Namjoon says before kissing her forehead

“Goodnight daddy! Love you too!” The says before turning over in opposite directions to fall asleep

Namjoon walks out the room closing it leaving it cracked.

He sighs getting into the bed looking over at his wife and son. Coby was asleep as Yn rocked him slowly.

“I’m not doing this again tomorrow” Namjoon says throwing the blanket over his head

“Sure, see you in the morning my love” Yn says leaning down to kiss his lips

“I’m serious Yn. Do not wake me up” he mumbles

She is so going to wake him up.

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