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mauvecherie-writes · 3 years

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Omg your request are open💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

Can I request these prompts for

Florian

Wow. That outfit...oof. Here, let me help you get it off.”

Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?”

How’re we gonna explain this?”

“I may or may not have left some....marks.”

Thank you

Breaking Bed.

PAIRING: Florian Munteanu x Black reader.

SUMMARY: Prompt 7: “I may or may not have left some… marks.”

37: “Wow, this outfit ...oof. Here, let me help you get it off.”

45: “Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?”

46: “How’re we gonna explain this?”

WARNING: 18+, Mature themes, sexual content, unprotected sex (wear a condom at all times please), minor dirty talk.

WORD COUNT: 893

NOTES: requested by @est1887.

It had been a friend’s get together but as the night went on, it turned out into a full blown party. The further the night progressed, the drunker and hornier you became. Your boyfriend, Florian, being a hunk of a man did not help your situation either. He was dressed in a simple black sweater matched with dark grey jeans with that chain that always always dangled in your face when he was above you. He had shaved his hair and beard for his upcoming role in The Borderlands film but he still held that air of dominance around him that made your pussy clench.

Masias and Sandro were taking too much of his attention and you couldn’t have that, You sauntered towards him. The straps of your green silk mini dress slipping down your shoulders, a drink in your hand and a mission in mind. Without a care, you stood in front of his friends and wrapped your fingers around his neck and tilted your head to the side. Florian smirked as he pulled you closer and let his hand naturally fall to your ass and caress it.

“Can I help you sweetheart?” He mumbled as he licked his lips as your bodies subconsciously swayed to the music playing. You stood on tiptoes and brushed your lips against his.

“I’m not wearing any underwear and I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

And that’s all it took for Florian to pick you up and you back to his home. He threw you onto the bed and watched you crawl towards him before standing on your knees in front of him. Your hands played with the front of his jeans.

He cradled you head in his large hands as he looked into your eyes and gave you a lazy smile. “Wow, this outfit ...oof.” He groaned as pecked your lips and let his lips trail down your jawline. “Here, let me help you get it off.” As much as he enjoyed watching your body move against the fabric of the dress, he knew that it’s be better on the floor of his bedroom.

After that, all the brakes were off. Your movements were rushed, clothes haphazardly thrown around the room before Florian turned you onto your stomach and roughly pushed through your walls. He didn’t hold back, fuelled by the alcohol in his system, he was relentless with his thrusts, no mercy for the damage induced on your body but you didn’t care, you welcomed the pain with the pleasure.

“Fuck Daddy, please keep fucking me like that.” You cried. Tears stained your face as you pulled on the sheets. You could feel the bed shake underneath you, the creaking of the frame echoing into the room, mixing with your moans.

“You love Daddy using you as his fuck toy don’t you?” Florian growled, his fingers digging into your flesh, your skin slapping against his powerful thighs.

“I fucking love it Daddy! Use me! Please, oh please! FUCK!” The large knot sat in the pit of your stomach as the tip of his cock pushed against your g-spot. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!”

Florian wanted to see your face as you did so he switched your position. His body in between your legs, one hand holding you down by your waist as the other gripped the wooden headboard. As he rutted into your core, pushing deeper and harder, your long nails found his back and made them their home.

As he wrecked your body, you didn’t care about the damage you made to either of your bodies. You tighten your grip around his body, trapping him against you. In the whirlwind of your lust, you both failed to realise the weight of your bodies and the strains of your actions were weakening the bed frame until it was too late.

The loud crack and thud snapped you out of your haze and brought your movements to a halt. You and Florian looked at each other trying to make sense of what just happened.

“Oh my god! Did we just break the bed?” You mumbled as it dawned onto you, Before long, the two of you were in a fits of laughter. The mood drastically changed as Florian fell to the side of you, laughing harder. “You always go too damn hard for no fucking reason and now the bed is broken! Again!”

‘Well stop having some good ass pussy then!” he shrugged his shoulders and then slapped your ass which caused you to squeal and then giggle. He laid a kiss onto your ass before getting up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom. Your eyes felt onto his back and the sight caused you to gasp out loud.

“What?” Florian stopped in his tracks and turned to you with a frown of curiosity drawing on his features.

“I may or may not have left some … marks.” You confessed as you chewed on your bottom lip. He walked up to the mirror and then looked at the long and bright red marks lining his back.

“Babe!” He groaned in slight annoyance. “How are we gonna explain this? I have a photoshoot tomorrow.”

“We? This sounds like a personal problem to me.” He gave you one warning glare before diving onto the bed and tickling you.

“You’re gonna be sorry for that.” …

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stargirlfics · 3 years

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violent delights

Mafia Boss!Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Summary: little blurb of you and your mob daddy taking care of business and finding some sweet alone time after

Warnings: 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI, men being creepy assholes, violence mentions, use of a gun, smut: public-ish sex, unprotected sex, mild daddy kink, thigh riding

The city’s night life was steadily making its presence known as you looked out over the mesh of people where you sat on the bar top of The King’s Lady (something only you could get away with seeing as the bar was named in your honor), sipping on your rum and coke and waiting for your man to finish up business matters

Florian had a number of secret entrances, doorways and a whole grid of tunnels built in conjunction with the bar as a way to maximize the amount of mafia related business he could do, he was always moving where meetings and deals were made and for the time being, the bar was the new hot spot

Tonight was like any other night you and him were here expect tonight you were in a mood and just wanted to get Florian alone. He’d been so busy the past week and the brat in you was starting to come out at the lack of attention

No matter, you knew that he knew you needed him and he’d promised you exactly that when he was finished discussing new weapons shipments with another boss which in reality had only been happening for a half hour now but to you it felt like more

“Let me get another rum and coke for the beauty here.”

It was a man’s voice but not the voice you wanted to hear and when you turned a little to see, it was definitely not the man you wanted before you either

Vincent...classic mafia man that didn’t like taking no for an answer

“No thanks, I don’t take drinks from greaseballs. And, Paulie, close this man’s tab while you’re at it. Think he’s had enough fun.”

This wasn’t the first time you’d had issues with the guy. There was one very unfortunate night that when he wouldn’t stop hitting on you, got a little too drunk, grabbed you and Florian had seen and poor Vincent ended up with his jaw needing to be wired shut for a few months

But clearly that alone wasn’t enough to get him to leave you alone. He was determined to get you to leave Florian as if he could offer you anything that would compare

“Ouch, sweetheart you know you don’t always have to be such a bitch? Wonder how the big guy puts up with you.”

“I’m only a bitch to people who deserve it and you’re lucky you’re even allowed to set foot in here. I’d be on my way before he comes back up and sees you talking to me, wouldn’t want a repeat of last time would we? Or do I need to re-break that ugly mug of yours myself?”

You didn’t flinch when he puffed his chest out at you and made a fist, it was almost hilarious honestly, such a sensitive little man. Instead you took your foot and gave him a nice kick in the balls for even trying that with you

Valentino’s made for the prettiest weapons

And right on cue, Florian came back in from the storage room, his eyes zoning in on you immediately

His lady, his princess

There was no where you could be where he couldn’t find you, his entire being was just connected with yours that way

He’d seen you kick the man now writhing and screaming in pain at your feet and knew immediately who it was, anger washing over him

He dismissed the men he’d been talking to and stalked over to where you still sat on top of the bar, his hands finding their familiar place on your waist

“You alright, bunny? He touch you?”

You smiled and placed a chaste kiss to his lips, heart swelling at how he shielded your body with his, protective, strong, reminding you nothing and no one could harm you

“I didn’t let him get the chance but he was about to. I’m ok though, baby. Just pissed.”

Florian was looking you over for injuries, for anything even remotely out of place, force of habit when it came to you, he just couldn’t help it, he’d do anything to keep you safe

“Me too.”

So when he was satisfied that you were ok, his anger switched back on and he was on Vincent like rash, unbuttoning his navy suit jacket which you graciously took from him so he could grab his gun from the holster under his arms

“You really thought you could act that way towards her, huh? That how you treat women, Vincent? Cause let me tell you how much of a problem I have with that. Get the fuck up.”

You weren’t gonna lie, as much as seeing Florian handle a gun was still a little scary and new to you, he was beyond hot doing it

The fact that he could end the man’s life in a second, with his bare hands even, all in the name of protecting you...it was a wild thought that made your heart race and every part of you feel hot and tingly

Florian pressed the gun against Vincent’s temple, unbothered by the rest of the bar crowd now aware of what was going on, many smartly taking the initiative to leave

Not even Vincent’s crew was coming to his aide, they were clearly a lot smarter than him

Messing with you was directly on par with messing with the boss and nobody wanted to be in the receiving end of the backlash

You sighed and rolled your ankle as you watched Florian rough the man up a little, light work mainly, that was even more dangerous, that he was holding back

That went on for a few minutes more before Florian brought him to kneel at your feet, bruising and a little bloodied, pleading rather pathetically now

“It’s your call.”

That stunned you but excited you at the same time, a small gasp leaving your lips

“I get a say?”

Florian chuckled and nodded, “We’re together are we not? King’s Lady is the sign above this bar is it not? You get a say here on out. Tell me what you want to do and I’ll take care of it for you.”

Wow, he had to be the least misogynistic mafia man in the game right now, you’d hit the jackpot in so many ways

And upon that realization, the smile spread across your face brazenly, not needing very much time at all to ponder what you wanted to do with the scum before you

He was dragged away kicking and yelling but all you cared about was Florian and the rush of feelings flooding your body

“Everyone clear out, bar’s closed for the night!”

His voice boomed across the space, startling everyone but you. Many were disgruntled by their fun being cut short but most had mafia ties, they knew when the man said to leave, you left

And it did not take very long before Florian was on you now, his hands gripping your body tight, pulling you closer to him, neither of you caring about how your dress was now hiked up to your waist

You were totally alone and that’s what mattered

“Fuck, I missed this, princess. You looked gorgeous tonight, you know that? Daddy’s been neglecting you, haven’t I.”

You pouted playfully, whimpering when his lips reached your neck and his beard grazed against the skin there, sending a shiver down your spin

“You’re making it up to me now, though. Please, I want you so bad. And you were so hot taking care of that asshole.”

“Mmm, you like it when I’m being rough, huh. Don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want tonight.”

And he wasn’t lying, his word was his word

Florian lifted you up and walked you to one of the lounge sofa’s in the corner, laying you back and telling you to just let him take care of you

He let some of his weight press against you, his thigh coming to part your legs so you could have something to grind against, which you eagerly took the opportunity to

“There she is, my dirty princess. Already dripping for me, look at the mess you’re making on my pants.”

You felt your cheeks burn at the statement but you just couldn’t help it, your body responded so wildly to him

He let you occupy yourself that way while he stripped you over your little black dress, pulling you back into his arms and sitting you in his lap while he sat back against the sofa, bouncing his knee slightly

“Go ahead, ride my thigh, see if you can cum that way first before I give you this dick.”

What a fucking tease...

You whined and begged him to just fuck you already but rocked yourself back and forth against his massive thigh anyways, your core aching at the friction

Good luck to the dry cleaners having to fix these pair of pants at this rate but neither of you could care in the moment

Florian held two fingers up to your mouth and you didn’t hesitate to take them in, sucking diligently as you bounced and rocked on his thigh, inching closer and closer to that edge you so desperately wanted to fall over

“There you go, fuck! Such a pretty girl like this, bunny.”

And that’s what did it, his sultry deep voice against your ear, coaxing you on, his fingers in your mouth because he knew how much you liked to have something there, pushing just a little deeper so you’d gag

It was all the right ingredients for you to cum, and you fell apart in his arms, slumping against his chest after you rode it all out

Your mind was in a blissful haze but your body worked on it’s own accord, helping Flo take himself out of his pants, your hands pumping up and down a few times while your lips met his, everything all searing heat and passion

“Put it in, there you go, baby, nice and slow.”

As many times as you’d fucked, you never got over how large he was, in general and especially there. How delicious the ache was as he stretched you out, pushing deeper and deeper until you were fully seated on him

You hummed and smiled lazily at his groans, knowing the way you were squeezing him was driving him crazy

“Daddy, you feel so good, oh god, please.”

The pace was slow and steady at first, you bouncing slowly as he whispered dirty things in your ear and let you bite at his shoulder until you could barely keep yourself upright

“Please, what? Oh you want this, hmm? That what my little slut wants?”

He was so fucking deep and you weren’t even trying to muffle your moans

Florian couldn’t hold back anymore after that, he wrapped his arms around you firmly and held you in place while he pounded into you, smirking at how you clawed at his arms but begged him not to stop at the same time

Both of you had needed this, missed this more than you could say and you didn’t care that you were in the middle of his and your bar, albeit you were alone but still

All of that felt to small and far away as you came again and again, sweat licking at your bodies by the time you were both exhausted

But that didn’t matter either, there was an undeniable power and magic in your relationship and nothing and no one could fuck with it, period

The King and his Lady were untouchable and inseparable, for forever and then some

The way this man has us by the necKs I-whew! I hope this was good and please let me know what you think cause I’m currently going feral for this man yet again!!!

Thank you so much for reading!! 🖤

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mochaxmars · 4 years

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Duality [Florian Munteanu]

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pairing - florian munteanu x black!reader

summary - there’s no denying that florian is a passionate lover, and he has two very distinct sides to him in the bedroom. he is completely unpredictable, there’s no telling which side you’re going to get; 'sweet' or 'insatiable' - but you welcome either.

warnings - smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, squirting, unprotected sex

word count - 1928

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Sweet:

Florian followed the trail of clothes leading into their bedroom and greeted by the sight of YN sprawled underneath the covers. She rose from the bed, revealing the deep red set that clung to her body, and walked over to him. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back with a teasing look and said: "No, not yet." YN pulled the shirt over his head and walked forwards with Florian mimicking the movements backwards until his knees met the edge of the bed and fell onto the mattress.

She fell gracefully on the bed next to him and sunk into the pillows before straddling his hips. He went to sit up, but she pushed him back down.

"YN-" She cut him off by kissing his lips. He kissed back with fervency, his hands came up to her neck and hair. She registered his actions, collected her thoughts and remembered to stick to her plan, so she pulled away. She grabbed his hands gently and place them back down by his sides.

"No touching," YN whispered.

"You're not playing fair."

"Shh." She brought her finger up to his lips and kissed him again. She made it a gradual process, and it was her intention to enjoy it but most of all, she wanted him to enjoy it. YN drew away, and Florian instantly missed the heat curling within him but soon felt her soft lips from his jawline to his neck and collarbone. Kissing every inch of him, she could feel the struggle to restrain his hands. She placed soft butterfly kisses down his chest and abs.

"YN." He murmured her name. She could hear and feel the desperation to use his hands and the willpower it was taking him not to. She sat up, still straddling him and gently grasped his hands a place them on her hips.

"Your turn," She breathed into his ear and bit the shell of his earlobe.

Florian's hand instantly went about roaming her body, and she was completely magnetised by his arousal. Any opportunity to present his dominance he would take it but she made him crumble, making his claims of desiring her clear. He leaned in for a kiss, his lips were gentle against hers and YN's hands begin to slide up his chest and encircle his neck.

He pulled away this time, and whilst kissing her chest he mumbled against it "You're irresistible." His hand came to her bra and didn't even attempt to undo the strap. He grabbed the middle and tore away. She heard the fabric rip and gasped at what he'd just done.

"Shh," he said using YN's own words against her. That night wasn't like any other night; he planned on taking all of her and savouring every moment.

As YN rode him, he caressed every part of her - hands roaming from her neck to the swell of her breasts, to her back and down to her ass; leaving no part of her untouched. Her thighs were bridged either side of him, and Florian's grip on her waist tightened, closing the gap between their bodies. She raised her hips until there was just the throbbing tip left inside of her and then she brought her waist down on his member. YN alternated between this and rotating her hips, in an agonisingly slow and sensual way that had Florian wanting more. He placed chaste kisses on her neck before slipping his tongue out to lick a bold stripe and blowing coolly on it, sending a sweet chill down her spine.

He recognised the pattern in her movements and met them accordingly. Every time she dropped her waist down on him, he thrust upwards, making sure that she would feel the tip, of hardened length hitting that spot in her pussy. Florian allowed for the back of her thighs to meet the top of his once more before taking control. He could feel each throb of her heat around him as he gripped the flesh of her ass and brought her down on his length. YN rode his dick with expert skill and Florian buried his face in her chest, giving each of her pebbled nipples deserved attention. The pleasure they were feeling was inexplicable.

"Fuck baby, I need to cum", she drawled as she dragged the tips of her acrylic nails from his shaven head to his back. The responses she received were moans and hums that vibrated through her chest. Florian held onto her waist and thrusted upwards with an unrelenting speed, he purely desired to see her in throes of pleasure. He released her nipple from his mouth and allowed his moans to escape. His hand slipped into her hair and tugged on it as their hips moved with ferocity. There was a heat that radiated in her body and YN felt her orgasm ready to take over body.

"That's it baby, cum for me." Florian coaxed her as her body began to convulse, his forehead pressed against hers and their breaths mingled. A chorus of euphoric moans rang through the air as YN's orgasm triggered his own. The tight clenching of her cunt milked his aching member and his seed painted her walls. He continued deliver deep and powerful to her core to prolong their mutual bliss but he also loved the way her nectar coated him and the sounds of her slick juices around him.

Her thighs were still trembling above his and their breathing was heavy as the aftershocks from love making made its way through them.

Insatiable:

"You know the rules. You take what I give and don't cum until I tell you so," Florian warned.

As the heat between her legs grew, she massaged them together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache. His hands gripped her thighs, prying them apart, allowing the cool air to reach her dampened core and watched her pussy glisten in the light; anticipating his touch.

YN knew exactly what she was getting herself into when she was teasing him throughout the day. She expected to receive some form of punishment, and no doubt that that was what she going to get. Though it never felt like punishment as that was only just another of saying that Florian was going to provide her with a reminder of the intense pleasure he could give; which is exactly she continued to defy him.

He parted her lips and attached his own to her core in an instant, his flattened tongue dragging from her throbbing clit to her entrance. He bound an arm around her legs, securing her thighs and the other pressed on the lower part of her stomach, intensifying the pressure. She knew she possessed some level of power over him but Florian never verbally let on how much she affected him; instead, he showed it through his actions. That was the driving force in pleasing YN because he wanted and needed to watch her feel good; anything else he received was a bonus.

He removed his hand from across her stomach and pushed two thick digits into her pussy. They stretched her opening and moved in timely rhythm with his mouth as he sucked her bud harshly. Florian knew how sensitive and responsive YN was to him so he played into that by stroking the inside of her thighs and increasing the speed of his fingers. The familiar pressure built up in the pit of her stomach and her moans were trapped in her throat. She clenched the silk sheets with every tentative flick of his tongue against her clit.

His movements were constant as his fingers pushed through her soaked core, coated in her slick and curling upwards to reach her sweet spot; he did so with no other intention than to see her fall apart. His eyes were tainted with lust as he drank in her body.

"You gonna let it all out for me?", Florian groaned with a deepened voice.

"Mmm yes Daddy", she moaned as she was barely able to articulate a response.

"Cum for me, make a mess”.

It was all overwhelming, the feeling of his tongue and fingers, the eye contact they held as she went over the edge and the power he had over her. Her mouth released breathless moans as her essence gushed out of her core, soaking his beard and forming a puddle on the sheets. His fingers continued their work on her g-spot, determined to push her to the point of overstimulation. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she mumbled incoherently.

Florian pulled his fingers from her cunt and placed them in his mouth, sucking her essence from them and relishing in how good she tasted.

He stripped out of his sweatpants, freeing his caged member and took his place between her legs. He swung her legs over his shoulders and gripped his cock firmly, rubbing it between her thick folds and spread her wetness before he slowly entered her. Groans of satisfaction erupted from their throats as she was filled and stretched in ways that brought her immeasurable pleasure. Florian silenced all her moans in a kiss and thrust into her at a steady pace. As she drew her head back, he took the opportunity to mark her exposed throat before wrapping his hand around it. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and brought his lips close to her ear and said, "That's it, baby, keep wetting this dick up for me".

Her moans got louder and bounced off the walls as she became increasingly turned on by the situation and his dirty words. Then all at once he stopped and kissed from her breasts to her stomach, his hands light; Florian went back to eating her out and using his fingers again, watching her reaction, feeling how her legs trembled and watched YN's body writhe. In seconds he was on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind so much that she didn't feel the additional fingers on her clit.

"This is what you wanted to happen when you teasing me earlier, isn't it?" Florian mumbled into ear, his voice thick with salacity.

YN's hand joined the one that was on her neck and gripped it tighter, "FUCK! Yes and this feels so good, you in this pussy. It's all yours."

Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as the intense pressure started building once more. Florian didn't deny her the chance to hear his moans because he knew that he'd get them in return and that's all he wanted, her; again and over again until their bodies were completely spent.

Her nails dug and bit into the skin of his arms as he drilled further into her gushing pussy, his thrusts were desperate as Florian felt them both on the brink of climax. YN's tight walls convulsed around his throbbing member as she became victim to orgasm that threatened to consume her. The speed of his thrusts was getting harder to maintain and became sloppy as he felt the sexual shockwaves ride through him and he erupted inside her. He hissed her name while he was at the height of pleasure.

YN threw her head back into the pillows and shut her eyes as she came down from her high. She felt the bed dip, indicating that Florian laying down and she could hear the heaviness of their breathing. They were completely intoxicated and enthralled with the pleasure they brought to each other.

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brokensunflowersworld · 4 years

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xxkissatmidnightxx · 4 years

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Bite (Florian Munteanu x reader imagine)

Florian Munteanu x black reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, breeding kink, oral, daddy kink

Song: Bite by NJOMZA

Word count: 2.3K

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Sexy, won’t you undress for me?

Feel me up until the morning

All night like a broken record

Tell me there ain’t nothing better

Sexy, won’t you undress for me?

Florian loved nights likes these. Slumped back into a plush chair, drink in one hand and singles in the other as his wife danced for him in their private room attached to the master suite. His eyes traveled the way her hips moved to the beat she produced, ironically mimicking the sound of a headboard thumping.

Her sensuality was addicting. The way she approached everything with passion from her music and production to her striptease right now. He was hooked. She kept him higher than any drug and he needed a fix. Florian watched as she unbuttoned the shirt she’d thrown on moments before he’d entered the room and nearly came undone.

The lingerie hidden beneath left little to the imagination and made her bronze skin appear even more delicious. The way her hips rolled to the melody, her eyes seductively locked with his. God he couldn’t wait to feel her. To taste her. To be inside her.

He beckoned her with the slow curl of his finger, daring her to come closer. Bottom lip tucked between pearly whites, she slowly sauntered over to stand between his spread legs. Her 5’4 frame looked so tiny, so delicate between his muscular thighs and it reminded him of their size difference which he loved to use to his advantage.

“Yes Daddy?” Chocolate doe eyes under an arched brow challenged hazel green in a heated stare down. Florian tucked a hundred dollar bill in the band of lace around her hips, long fingers ghosting over her thigh and up to her ample bottom.

“Why don’t you strip and come ride Daddy’s dick?” Florian took another drink of Hennessy as he watched her skin flush. Continuing her dance, her skilled fingers untied the top and let it fall to the floor. Florian’s eyes followed the thin material and trailed back up her shapely legs to the only piece of clothing left. He noticed the dampness between her legs and couldn’t wait to taste her. God he was hooked.

Stepping closer to him, she turned and placed herself on his lap. Her legs spread wide and feet locked on either side of his knees, she rolled her hips just the way he liked. Florian’s head flew back against the chair and money lay forgotten on the stand as his hands had other plans. He sat the glass down next to the stack and his hands quickly found their way to her double Ds.

“Mmm, I love it when you touch me,” her breathless moans drove him into a lust filled haze. He fondled her breast, loving the way they felt in his warm palms. She was so smooth, so soft and she was his. His hands traveled further south, reaching the waistband of barely there panties and her back arched. His right hand slipped beneath the fabric, sliding her sweet nectar around her clit with gentle strokes.

“Like that baby? Tell daddy how to make you feel good,” Florian’s husky voice filled her ears while his fingers filled her pussy. She was already creaming, meeting his thrusts and falling apart and he hadn’t made love to her yet.

“Oh god, baby please!” She whined, clenching his forearms as sweat beaded her brow. The deep pressure always made her lose it, no matter how many times they were intimate.

“Please what? Talk to me baby,” Florian’s fingers curled, hitting the spongy spot deep inside her walls that brought tears to her eyes.

“Fuck...me, make me cum...I need it...I want your cum inside me. I’m ready daddy, I’m so ready,” she panted, pleading with her husband to fulfill her needs. Florian’s fingers stopped, still deep inside her drenched cavern. Had he heard her correctly? His dick twitches at her squirms and whines for his cum, begging him to take her now.

“Fuck,” Florian tried to shake himself of the trance she’d quickly put him in but there was no turning back. He pulled his fingers from her inviting walls and lifted them to his lips, savoring the taste. “Like honey,” his eyes held a fire deep within that drew her in as she turned to face him. In an instant, their lips crashed together and it was impossible to tell where he ended and she began. His hands roughly tore the dainty fabric, money and lace falling to the floor.

“Come on daddy,” she slid off of his lap, tugging him towards their bedroom. Florian followed his little vixen, eyeing her luscious curves on display for his viewing pleasure. His dick was unbearably hard now, leaking precum into his boxers. He let go of her much smaller hand to remove his t-shirt. Her hands roamed his shoulders down his chest to his abs and her thighs clenched deliciously, enjoying the feel of his trained muscles underneath her fingertips.

“What’s gotten into you fetiţa?” Florian questioned as her hands began unbuckling his jeans eagerly. All day long, she seemed to be in a haze. Even her music had reflected her change in mood. She pushed down his jeans and boxers together, allowing his dick to spring free between them.

“I’m ovulating.” And with those words, Florian lost all control. His nostrils flared, feet kicking away unneeded clothing and he had her back on the bed in under ten seconds. The couple decided they were ready to become a family of three and wanted to try. She had stopped taking birth control months ago but they had been using condoms...at least until now.

“Yeah? You trying to give me a baby? Hmm?” Florian’s hot tongue traced the shell of her ear as he rubbed the tip of his dick between her leaking folds. “I feel how wet you are, this all for me? All for daddy?” Her whimpers heightened and she nodded, unable to speak. Her juices cascaded down her thighs, onto his and into the sheets.

“Flo, please, I can’t wait,” he continued circling her clit with the tip of his dick, mixing his precum and her wetness together. Hips bucking slightly, she arched her back attempting to feel more of him.

“Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want,” Florian nestled between her legs and widened them further. Her hands flew to his forearms, preparing for the stretch she knew was coming. Taking a deep breath, she was ready to lose herself in the love making session that would hopefully bring their little bundle of joy.

Florian’s forehead rest on hers as he eases inside her slicked walls. Both groan and her walls pull him in deeper. She always felt like heaven to him, his own little paradise. Her toes curl at the deep pressure of him stretching her but she loves it anyway. He kisses her as he bottoms out, resting there and euphoria leaks from their pores.

“Don’t move, I just wanna feel you,” she wraps her legs around his waist, mesmerized by the heavy feeling of him throbbing inside her. The thought alone nearly has her coming undone. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, nipping and biting at the skin. She brings her left hand to the back of his head, caressing it softly.

The heat surrounds them like a blanket, coating their skin in a sheen of sweat. Florian’s thrusts gentle and deep, eliciting moans of pleasure from her full lips. This was the romantic and sweet side of her husband. The one who made love to her and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

“You’re so perfect baby, so damn perfect,” his strokes became longer and deeper until she was close to falling apart on his dick. Her sultry lips parted, choking out a ragged breath between moans of pleasure.

“I love you Flo, I love you so much,” she whimpered as his strokes never faltered through her release. Her eyes glossed over and he could see the love she held for him in those eyes he loved more than anything in this world.

“Te iubesc, eşti totul pentru mine,” (I love you, you’re everything to me.) Florian kissed her again, silencing her whimpers with his own love and assurances. He thought about how their lives would change, watching her belly swell with his child and her growing everyday. It brought on a primal side that he couldn’t control.

Florian pulled out, seeing his dick coated in her cream made his head swim with arousal. He growled lowly and gripped her hips, flipping her on her stomach. She squealed, this side of her husband always made her wet and ready.

He leaned over her small frame, casting a shadow over her and she loved it. She craved feeling small and dominated by his sheer size alone. Nudging her thighs apart, Florian kissed down her spine to her lower back, smacking her ass during his trek.

“Mmm daddy,” her head dropped to the pillow as she felt his tongue ghost over her pussy from behind. His fingers spread her lips, giving him more access to her wetness and he moaned at the taste of her on his tongue. Florian sucked the juices from her lips before flicking his tongue over her swollen clit.

“Oh god, baby please!” Her hips rolled sensually against his face allowing him to bury his tongue deeper into her tightness. Florian’s moans vibrated against her clit and down to her toes, making them curl on either side of him.

Pulling back, he sucked on his middle finger and slid it between her folds before devouring her again. The sensations triggered her second orgasm without warning and she screamed his name as the shockwaves hit. Florian caught every drop, hungry for her honey and addicted to the way she tasted.

“Oh my god,” her body collapsed into the sheets as her fists gripped the pillows beneath her head. Florian came back up, chuckling and admiring her flushed skin. She was even more beautiful with her hair stuck to her back and forehead, panting and writhing from her second orgasm but he had more in store for her.

Florian’s strong hands massaged her hips as he brought her lower half up, arching her back the way he liked. He leaned down, lips next to her ear and she knew she was done for.

“Bite.”

At that, Florian lined himself up and entered her again, forcing her to bite the pillow to muffle her scream. He was buried to the hilt and delivering backshots that not only rocked the bed but made the sheets slide off. His dick pounded her g-spot continuously, balls slapping against her ass in a heated frenzy.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He was rearranging her guts in ways that have never been done before and she was in ecstasy. The slapping of skin and wet sounds of their bodies coming together sent Florian into another world and he was taking her with him.

“This what you wanted right?” Florian groaned through gritted teeth, reaching down to grab her curls. He tugged her head back until he could grip her throat and pulled her up to her knees, still fucking her.

“Fuck yes! Fuck me!”

Florian’s right hand around her throat and left rubbing her clit as he fucked her incoherently. He nipped at her neck and ears, anywhere his mouth could access.

“Yeah? You want this? You wanna have my baby? Talk to me baby,” Florian’s pace increased and his fingers furiously circled her clit, bringing to another orgasm. She was blinded by lust and the way he was controlling her body but she loved it.

“Yes! I want it,” she choked out between moans and tears, feeling her walls clench around his dick. Florian felt himself getting close and pulled away from her, flipping his wife onto her back again, entering her.

He ran his hands down her legs, hooking them behind her knees and bringing them up to his shoulders as he pounded her. He leaned down, kissing her sloppily and pushing her legs back to allow himself to thrust deeper.

“Florian! Baby I’m cumming!” Her walls clenched him with each thrust and he felt himself on edge with her. Florian buried his face in the crook of her neck and angled her hips for them to be even closer, almost molded together.

“Cum baby, cum on daddy’s dick,” the dam broke and she released all over him. She clung to his body, anchoring herself to reality while drifting away on a cloud of passion. Florian wasn’t far behind, releasing long ropes of cum deep within her womb. She shuddered at the warmth of his orgasm, loving the way she felt even more connected to him in this moment.

Florian remained inside of her, her walls milking him for every drop of seed he had to offer. His forehead rested gently on hers as they caught their breaths and held each other, enjoying the high of their love making.

“I love you,” Florian kissed her passionately and finally eased out of her sensitive folds. He lied back, opening his arms for her and she happily snuggled into his chest. She nuzzled her nose against his warm skin and smiled brightly.

“I love you too and we’re going to love this baby even more.” He kissed the top of her head and hummed in agreement.

“We are. But if you spill any of my seed, I’m fucking your shit up,” he leaned down and kissed her again with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

She clenched her thighs together before any of his cum could drip out and nodded bashfully.

“Yes daddy.”

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Snowfall

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Summary: The power goes out when your cabin gets hit with a snowstorm and now you’re stuck with Florian, who coincidentally, is the one person you can’t stand

Warnings: 18+, heaps of tension, daddy kink, unprotected sex, smut: light choking, light spitplay, general nastiness lol

Word Count: 5.4k

Note: Merry Christmas/Holidays everyone! I hope you enjoy this and I also just want to say thanks for reading and being so supportive of me 💖

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A lake house, three cabins and a whole weekend to get away from the bustling city life, make s’mores and sit by the fire with your friends, sounded like the perfect way to unwind from the everyday life things that were beginning to stress you out.

It was a perfect idea, until you got word that Florian would be coming too.

He’d been getting on your nerves lately and you couldn’t stand being around him much.

You played it off as him just annoying you but deep down you knew it had something to do with your budding feelings for him. Florian had been good friends with you for years now and he’d always been just that. But recently you started thinking of him in ways that stepped beyond the boundary of just being friends and it scared you.

Like always, you refused to take your own advice and confront yourself about actually being into Florian, I mean who wouldn’t be into him, you weren’t crazy for wanting him, but the cautious and rational side of yourself was trying to shut down those feelings at all costs, thus bringing about the tension and aggravation you and Flo both seemed to have for each other now.

It was all playful but you were disguising a lot more under it than you realized.

“There’s no way we’re gonna be able to be in the car together for that long, Deja.” you crossed your arms and glared at Florian who was busy smirking as he arranged his bags in the trunk.

“Well looks like you two are just gonna have to work it out cause Marcus already called shotgun. Suck it up, sis. Come on we both know you wanna be next to him, I ain’t stupid!” she winked and walked away to get the rest of her stuff, leaving you no room to negotiate.

She was your best friend and god you loved her like a sister but you were suddenly regretting saying yes to this trip.

You were trying not to be in a sour mood about the whole thing but Deja was right and you were freaking out at the thought of being in such close proximity to him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t hung out a hundred times before, sprawled out over his couch, watching movies and talking, but now it felt different to be around him.

Thoughts of curling up against him, of feeling his arms wrapped around you tight, of his lips on yours, they raced through your mind whenever you were near him. And being in a car for three whole hours was far too much time for your brain to dwell on those hopeless scenarios.

“Fine. But if I strangle him that’s on you.” you huffed and went to pile your bag in the trunk with everyone else’s.

“Here let me help you.” Florian extended his hand, the smallest and cutest of smiles on his face.

The fluttering in your heart was starting back up again.

“I can lift things you know. I got it, thanks.” you stumbled over your words, quickly looking away from his gaze. You always felt like he could see right through you, like he knew what you were feeling. It disarmed you in a way you weren’t used to.

You felt bad for shrugging him off and being rude but this was the only way you knew of to keep those feelings at bay.

“Oh ok...someone needs to get laid, doesn’t she.” Flo snorted under his breath.

“What is that supposed to mean?! I could say the same about you, asshole. I haven’t seen that one chick around for awhile now, so don’t be talking.” you flicked his bicep, knowing it wouldn’t do any damage but it felt good anyhow.

“Nah, cause I don’t want just any girl. Forreal, I’m only gonna keep messing with you cause it’s cute seeing you get angry.” he crossed his arms and leaned against the car door.

Your mouth dropped slightly, first at what he said and then because his biceps looked way too good all on display like he had them.

“I’m gonna beat your ass, Nasty. Watch yourself.” you couldn’t help but laugh, not able to come up with anything else witty to say. Damn him for leaving you stumped all the time. He was too powerful without even trying very hard.

That part about him not just wanting any girl was ringing in your ears. What did he mean? For sure it couldn’t be you he was talking about, there was no way and you wouldn’t let yourself even go there with that thought. Not a chance.

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The drive to the cabins was beautiful, all the trees were a frosty white and all the nearby diners and cafes and gas stations were decorated with twinkling Christmas lights and wreaths and you were excited to enjoy some hot chocolate by the fireplace when you got to the cabin, a festive and cheery mood settling in.

Being in the backseat with Flo wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it was gonna be, he only bothered you a couple times but other than that he was just as busy looking out the window as you were.

You were thankful Deja’s dad had lent her his van for the trip because Masias and Sandro had come along too and there was no way those two and Flo were gonna fit in a smaller car, you’d be squished between them. Not that you wouldn’t mind being squished up against Florian but that was something you needed to not be thinking right now.

The boys had the snack supply for the trip well stocked, not that they wanted to share any of course. But you were good at convincing Florian to share. You’d always kinda been good at getting Florian to listen to you.

You remembered one instance awhile back where there was a group of guys and their girlfriends who were talking shit about you at an event because you had called out one of their boyfriends on his bullshit and someone couldn’t quite handle the truth, it took all your strength to pull Florian away from walking over to their table to confront them.

All it took was for you to reach up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. He looked so angry at the notion that anyone was saying anything bad about you but you pleaded with him that they weren’t worth a breath of his, you didn’t care, you just wanted to enjoy the night with him, your friend.

He looked you in the eye in that moment and you saw his eyes soften, his tense body relaxed and he nodded that he understood you.

Now you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you that night and imagining a situation where he wasn’t one of your best friends, maybe then being his would be easier. But then again, who were you against the girls he took home, you weren’t anything like them and you just knew your relationship was strictly just friends, there was no way he’d be into you at all. He just cared about you that’s all.

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Your thoughts were dispelled once you reached the two cabins you’d be staying at, your mood lifting because it looked so beautiful and once you stepped outside, the fresh air and the gentle quiet of the place made you feel calm.

Usually being in the cold wasn’t your thing but you were among your friends and you knew the cabins would be cozy. Leaving your luggage behind for a minute, the group walked up to the front office of the place to check in and find out which cabins everyone would be staying in.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Did you do this on purpose because really Deja?” you were back to having your arms crossed and glaring at Florian who was smirking yet again and moving both his bags and yours into one of the cabins...that you would be sharing...because someone just had to pair you with him.

“The answer is yes and no I’m not sorry bout it. Y’all gotta work out your differences, miss.” your best friend patted your shoulder and shrugged, knowing full well what she was up to.

Of course this had to happen. Your stay here couldn’t have been roomed up with Deja or even Masias or Sandro, no you just had to be with Florian because it was just your luck he had to show up for the trip in the first place.

But it was fine, I mean if he hadn’t been that much of a bother during the car ride, maybe the weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all.

And to be honest, it wasn’t.

The first couple hours were spent getting settled in testing out the fireplace in the cabin, taking pictures for social media and playing out in the snow until you got too cold and went inside to make hot chocolate.

You were ganged up in a snowball fight with Masias, Sandro and Flo which you argued wasn’t fair because it was three against one and they had the advantage of being a lot stronger than you and just more athletic overall, so their win didn’t count, not that they listened to you but it was still funny to try and make your point.

You were having so much fun with your friends, taking walks around the wooded areas to take pictures and go sledding down some of the bigger hills. There was even a place to go ice skating, which you were nervous about because you’ve never been good with the skates but naturally Florian was keeping you from falling.

He wouldn’t take no for an answer, you kept refusing his help but then you landed flat on your ass after five minutes and reluctantly held his hand with a huff.

“I got you, fetiță don’t worry. Just bend your knees a little and I’ll show you how to move.” his voice was so gentle again, deep and baritone sounding as he always was but encouraging and not in a way that was condescending either.

You wanted to ask what the word he called you in Romanian meant but stopped yourself, a little too afraid of what he might say which you knew was irrational but you might fall again if it turned out to be some kind of term of endearment.

Being in love with him, if you could even call it love, was proving to be very difficult not to think about no matter how hard you tried. The walk over to the ice skating set up made your heart race because you couldn’t believe how cuddly Florian looked in one of his velvet hoodies and a jacket. He always had impeccable style and you were annoyed that even his fashion choices turned you on.

You were already frazzled enough being in the same cabin as him, completely alone, which was odd to you considering you would have thought he would have opted to take the bigger cabin and stay with Masias and Sandro who he was super close to, but you didn’t want to think too deep into it before you convinced yourself of something and got your hopes up for no reason, because you always did that and got hurt in the end, but not this time.

Florian’s gloved hand practically covered yours completely and it made you feel small in a good way, and protected in a way also. He would give your hand a squeeze every time you managed to correct yourself after wobbling or when you figured out how to stop without falling.

“Good girl, see you got it!” he bent down to hug you after he talked you into taking a lap around the rink by yourself and you were surprised you hadn’t fallen. Him calling you that nearly made you trip up because you couldn’t even count the number of times you’d fantasized about him saying those two little words to you, and he actually had. Well there went any resolve of keeping calm today.

That night everyone gathered in one of the cabins and made s’mores and someone managed to get the old school projector in the cabin going so you could watch a Christmas movie.

Somehow you ended up being wedged against Florian who didn’t hesitate to pull you into his chest because “Well you’re gonna fall off the bed otherwise.” which you couldn’t really argue with but you were still taken aback and resisted the urge to squirm at the way his hands were placed on your body; respectful and mindful of your space, but still comforting.

You wanted to fall asleep in his arms so bad, he smelled so good and he felt warm and you were far too comfortable to move but you couldn’t let yourself do that, that whole thing about getting your hopes up again. It was just too risky to let yourself get too comfortable, no matter what signs there were.

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The next day would be where your unbothered attitude would really fall apart, however.

You moved yourself away from his arms as everyone got sleepy and started to leave for their own cabins, Deja catching you on her way out.

“I saw you all cuddled up over there. Come on girl, make a move. Stop hiding how you feel!” she whispered to you before hugging you.

Sure, do that and then what? There were too many possibilities to that scenario.

And then that morning you woke up to a good five feet of snow blanketing everything. Everyone was snowed into their cabins and now you were forced to actually acknowledge Florian instead of tiptoeing around him like you had been for the last day and really like you had been for awhile now.

But you were stubborn and continued on like you had been, moving around the cabin silently, only saying good morning to him and a few short responses after that.

Breakfast was interesting. He cooked something up for himself and though you hadn’t expected or wanted him to make you anything, he divided the contents of the pan evenly and set a plate in front of you at the small table you were sat at.

“Oh...thank you Flo, you didn’t have to.” you shyly spoke up, picking up your fork as you realized how hungry you were at how good the scrambled eggs smelled.

“I wanted to. And besides, how else am I gonna get you to act like I exist.”

That made you tense up. Maybe your attitude had caused more damage than you thought. The last thing you wanted to do was make it seem like you were upset with him or weren’t acting like a friend, but when you looked up at him he was smiling like he’d caught you in the act of something damning.

And you’d walked right into it.

“Sorry I-I don’t mean to be rude or anything, it's just that I-”

“Can’t stop thinking about being mine and it scares you so you’re trying to avoid me?” Flo cut you off, taking a sip of orange juice from the glass he poured for himself, all while keeping eye contact with you.

You nearly choked on your eggs and you had to look away too, his eye contact was too intense, especially after he just read you for filth with a simple sentence.

“N-no, I...you don’t know that Florian.” you crossed your arms.

“Sure I do. You’re not very good at hiding how you feel, fetiță. I know you want me.” he wouldn’t quit looking at you with those soft green eyes of his and yet again he’d called you out and you weren’t sure what to say or do, because he was right and you were afraid.

You were trying to come up with something to say when the lights in the cabin went out. Surely this couldn’t mean the power was out...but after a minute of waiting and then another couple minutes of Florian checking it out and you texting Deja and Marcus and the rest, you got the confirmation that the power was indeed out for the foreseeable next few hours.

“I’ll get the fire started, I know it’s gonna get a little cold.” Florian put a hand on your lower back and moved away from you and the light switch, his gesture making you feel like the conversation from earlier was nowhere near finished.

He didn’t tell you how he felt about you wanting him and that made you nervous and even more visibly frazzled around him now.

You finished eating while he started the fire and then excused yourself to take a shower. Your thoughts were racing, thinking about the man in the other room who could probably bring you to your knees, and god you truly wanted him too. He didn’t seem offended that you liked him even if you hadn’t said it outright, he knew and you knew.

After showering and trying to rid yourself of dirty thoughts, you dried off and wrapped your hair up in one of your silk headwraps, too lazy to deal with styling it today.

When you walked out you found Florian peering out the window at the snow that was now falling again and of course, with his shirt off.

“Do you have to be so tempting all the time? It’s like 20 degrees out, put a shirt on Flo.” you sighed and eyed him up and down from behind before he could look. His back muscles were something you wished you could study for hours.

“Yeah but I’m pretty sure me being shirtless makes you wet and I like knowing you’re probably thinking of touching me.” he smirked back at you and lay back on his bed hand behind his head which left his biceps in perfect view.

His sweatpants hung low on his hips and suddenly you were too weak not to stare or think of what he’d look like without the sweats on.

The fire was crackling steadily behind you, casting a warm glow across the room which contrasted the brightness of the snow outside. It felt cozy in here.

“I don’t understand…” you sighed and hung up your towel to dry, pacing the kitchen area nervously.

“Understand what? That I want you too, come on, Y/N you can’t keep denying that you want me. I want you to know that I’ve been thinking about you too. What are you so scared of?” he opened one of his eyes and smiled when he found you staring at him.

“It’s just hard to believe that’s all.” you sat in one of the cushioned chairs by the fire, pulling your legs up to your chest.

“What, that I like you, love you even? Because we’ve been friends for years now, that gives a man a lot of time to catch feelings.” he catches your eye again and then sits ups.

You weren’t even sure how to feel. This couldn’t be happening and yet it was.

A thick silence hung in the air as you looked at each other, just the sound of the fire and your own heart thumping against your chest could be heard.

“Y/N...c’mere. Please.” Florian spoke up after a minute, holding out his hand to you from where he still sat on the bed.

You hesitated, unsure if this was a good idea. He could be playing you for all you know but at the same time, this was Florian. You knew him inside and out practically, you didn’t have to be scared of this, you didn’t need to keep playing this dancing game, you could let yourself get lost in him and trust that you’d be ok, cause Florian always protected you, you knew that since forever now.

So you let your guard down for once, took a page of advice from Deja who’d given you a pep talk through a series of texts earlier and walked over to him.

“I-uh I can’t believe we’re snowed in. It’s kinda cold in here.” you shifted on your feet nervously as you came to stand in front of him in between his knees, holding his large and warm hand.

You kept your eyes focused on his hand and how it dwarfed yours, too jittery to look him in the eyes at such a close distance.

“I know, it’s crazy. But that’s ok, I got you remember. Just relax. And I guess that only leaves us with one way to get you warmed up.” he chuckled and you felt his thumb brush over the inside of your wrist.

Was this some kind of fever dream or was this real was your question because you couldn’t believe things that you’d only dreamed and thought about happening were in motion.

“W-what way is that?” you swallowed thickly and shuffled your feet more, willing yourself to stay still.

Your skin felt hot and you wondered if he could feel your erratic pulse holding your hand like that.

“Will you let me show you? We can stop at any time, just tell me, but I want to do something I’ve been thinking about doing forever now.” Florian’s voice dropped just slightly above a whisper, his grip on your wrist firming just slightly so he could pull your hand forward to rest on his bearded jaw.

Here goes nothing.

“Yes, show me Flo. I want this.” you breathed out shakily, barely having enough time to prepare yourself before your body was crashing into his and his lips found yours in a kiss.

He tasted like orange juice, and smelled like his usual favorite cologne, lips soft, his beard tickling your cheeks just slightly. You were melting against him, your arms instinctively wrapping around the back of his neck to pull him closer to you.

Florian was smiling against your lips, his hands on your waist, keeping you pressed against his body. It was like a dream, the sweetest kind. You were breathless from kissing him but you couldn’t and didn’t want to stop, his tongue slid against yours and you were done for.

“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this, fetiță.” he sighed as he moved his lips down over your jaw and to your neck, which made you gasp again. Your neck was always such a sensitive place for you and it made you squeeze his arms in response, to which he laughed.

“What does that word mean, Flo?” you hummed, turning your head so he’d have more of your neck to kiss, you didn’t even care that he was sucking marks onto your collarbone now either.

“Babygirl. That’s what I’m calling you when I say it.” he pulled away after a moment, breathing heavy.

You shook your head, of course he would call you that. You liked it, you wanted to hear him say that over and over.

“I’m your babygirl?” you giggled and reached your hand up to rest on his bare chest again.

“Only if you want to be.”

You swore your panties were wetter than ever now at just the way those words had come out of his mouth.

“I do want that, I really do. What should you be to me?” you inquired boldly, this was more than you’d ever dared to ask or discuss with him.

“I should be your Daddy. Is that something you’d want, baby?” he smirked and picked you up so your legs were around his torso.

He was back to burying his face in your chest and kissing you all over, fogging up your brain.

“Hmm, is that what you want? Wanna call me daddy, want me to make you feel good and take care of you, make you mine?” he whispered against your skin, making you squirm from how hot he sounded.

This was insane and you felt so hot and you wanted exactly that, all of it, everything.

“Yes, yes I want that. Please, I’ve wanted to be yours for so long. Please make me feel good.” you whimpered and dug your nails into his skin, trying to relieve some of the aching in your core but being stopped by his strong arms.

Florian turned around and lay you down against the plush covers, your legs still wrapped around him.

“Yes what? Answer properly and I’ll give you what you want, prinţesă.” his forehead was resting on yours, arms braced on either side of your head.

“Fuck..yes, daddy I want that. Please, daddy!”

That was all it took for Florian’s control to snap, he wanted you and needed you and he promised he wasn’t going to hold anything back now.

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Foreplay with Florian was nearly enough on it’s own to leave you satisfied but there was no way he was gonna stop at that.

The way he let you lay back and get comfortable while he let his hands roam your body, let you see the sheer size of them on you, how he could grip your body so firmly, the way he encouraged you to grind your dripping pussy against his thigh while he continued to kiss you was sending your brain into overdrive. You were pretty sure you couldn’t think straight already.

And then your top was off and he was making swift work of getting your leggings off while he swirled his tongue over your brown nipples, sucking hungrily and looking up at you every so often to guage your reaction. He craved seeing you look so content, the way your jaw dropped open when his fingers slid over the wet folds of your pussy was everything to him. He wanted to make you make that face again and again cause there was nothing like it.

Florian rubbed your clit gently, exploring how you liked to be pleasured with everything he had to offer. He was proud to make you mess up your headwrap when he moved down your body and finally buried his face in your pussy, tongue lapping up every inch of you. He liked that you didn’t know what to do with your hands and was very proud at how he could see your curls popping out of the scarf while he gripped your hips and held you to his mouth.

He had pulled three orgasms from you with his mouth alone and your legs were still twitching when he pulled away to stand up and take off his sweats.

Your mouth watered at how big he was when he took himself out of his boxers, a thick vein stretched across the length of his shaft which you wanted to run your tongue over so so bad. His dick was big, just as you’d always imagined it to be and girthy too, you just knew you’d have to really open your mouth to fit him inside and it made you wet all over again.

“C’mere, I’ll let you get a taste.” he laughed at your pleading pouty eyes.

You bit your lip and giggled as you crawled across the bed to sit on your knees at the edge, your hands running over his abs and down to grip his shaft, pumping it a few times while you looked up at him, his green eyes dark with arousal for you.

“You’re so big daddy.” you leaned down to lick his pink tip, swirling your tongue over it like a lollipop.

Florian grunted, his hand coming up to rest on your head, gently grabbing some of your curls.

“Fuck, I’m gonna ruin you so bad, you have no idea.” he growled and helped guide your mouth down on his length, your spit coating him sloppily, just how he liked it.

There was no doubt that he was in control here, the way he fucked your face and even spanked you when you started to touch yourself with his permission gave you a clear picture that he meant business and you were over the moon with it. You wanted him to break you, take you and make you his however he wanted.

You coughed and sputtered once he let you come up for air, your eyes watering just slightly from gagging on him.

“Open your mouth. That’s it, good girl.” he praised you and then spit on your tongue which made you moan so brokenly. God he was beyond hot.

He told you to keep your mouth open before guiding his throbbing dick back inside the heat of your mouth for you to suck on some more.

You were going crazy after that, begging and whining for him to fuck you, because you needed to feel him already, you wanted him far too much to be patient any longer. With your best “please, daddy?”’s you earned it from him, your body alive and humming when he began to rub his tip over your folds, his eyes locked on yours again.

“Look how wet you are for me, you’re soaked. Fuck, you’re so hot you know that, prinţesă?” he leaned down to peck your lips, smirking when you tried to answer but couldn’t because he was pushing inside you now, keeping it slow and being as still as he could to allow you time to adjust to his length.

“Fuck I can feel you stretching me open, oh god daddy!” you whimpered and latched your hand onto his forearm, needing something to anchor yourself to.

“I know baby, such a good girl taking it like that.” he pressed more kisses to your lips, letting you get used to him as he started pulling back and pushing back in a little faster now.

You pointed your toes and locked your ankles around his back, pulling him deeper into you once you were ready to take more, his surprise coming out in a growl as he felt how tight and warm you were.

Florian promised you he wasn’t going to hold back and he didn’t. He was looking into your eyes as he began to fuck you, the slick sounds of your juices and his skin slapping against yours mixed with your whimpers and growing moans and his grunts.

You were so far gone in what was happening, your head thrown back in pleasure as Florian pinned you to the bed and fucked you like you’d been dreaming of getting fucked for so long now.

“Look at me babygirl, let me see those pretty eyes while you’re being fucked.” his voice made you tremble and as much as you wanted to listen, your brain was too foggy and jumbled to listen correctly.

“I told you to look at me.” Florian chastised you, his hand coming up to grip your chin and turn your head back towards him, that same hand moving down to fit snugly around your neck, putting pressure on your pulse point and making your legs shake even more as a result.

Who knew you’d want him to choke the life out of right here and now. The power he had with his hand around your throat like that, his body encompassing yours, you felt so submissive and small and his and it was everything you wanted.

You couldn’t stop the moans coming from your mouth as Florian pounded into you, sweat slicking up your bodies even more, positions changing, him fucking you laying on your side, from behind, back to you being under him, making you cum over and over again.

Your eyes were glassy and teary as he made you cum yet again and pulled out to cum in your mouth like you’d begged him to do.

“Good girl.” he praised you once more when you swallowed it all down and opened your mouth with a cute little smile to show him.

You’d never get tired of hearing him say that.

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Florian let you curl up against him however you wanted, your thigh hitched over his waist as you both caught your breaths, smiles never leaving your faces.

“I can’t believe we just did that, daddy.” you giggled and hid your face in one of the pillows.

“Me either, honestly. But I’m glad we did. And I can’t wait to do it again and again.” Florian massaged your calf, placing more kisses to your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, who knows when the power will be back. We’re gonna need to keep warm.” you winked at him.

“Exactly, daddy will always keep you warm and safe, baby. That’s a promise.”

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Yooo this took me ages to finish I swear but I’m pretty happy with it and hope it sounds alright and not rushed or forced or anything!! Florian can come keep me warm any day he wants like this man will forever have me fucked uP!

Thanks as always for reading and pls leave me feedback, I love hearing what everyone thinks!

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saturday night |Viktor Drago

Pairing: Viktor Drago x Amia

Words: 4362

Warnings: Smut? (I think so)

Hey, so I decided to share with you all the story that I wrote in Polish. This is the prologue of my "book" about Viktor, but I do not think that I would write it in the near future, and I really wanted to share this part with you because I'm damn proud of it.

I need to apologise for my English, which is not as good as I wish. But yeah, let me know if something is bad written.

Colorful lights offended her eyes, which seemed to be too tired from constantly writing documents that had been buried last week. And the music seemed too loud to her today. Today everything seemed too bright, too loud, too annoying. Work gave her a hard time. She wanted to relax, and a visit to the club with Katya always worked.

Dancing and embracing people is the only thing that Amia simply hated when partying. Couples winding and touching each other on the dance floor did not know the concept of the words moderation or intimacy, and Amia, seeing their boldness she wanted to laugh and vomit at the same time. She had the impression that she was the only lonely girl here who only came to drink and relax, not hunt the male.

Even Katia, her Bulgarian friend, was just charmingly smiling at the tall and well-built blonde with whom she probably intended to spend the rest of the night. And Amia? She just wanted to relax after a hard week of continuous work. She knew she shouldn't complain - she did what she truly loved, but there were days when she wanted to quit it and let it go.

After an hour sitting at the bar, she was honestly fed up. She did not quite know when Katia disappeared from her eyes, and this meant that her crazy friend probably just had one of the best orgasms in her life. At the thought of Amia, she laughed - she didn't know what was wrong with her friend, but every experienced sex in the arms of a strange guy was getting better than the previous one.

People were squeezing past her every now and then to get the bartender's attention and get a drink. She had already waited far too long for her, she wanted to scream at a man who was just trying to get up for a boldly dressed blonde. But what she could do if she caught his attention - she would probably be laughed at. She could leave the club, but then she would leave Katia alone, and she didn't want to. Besides, her plan for tonight was to sit at the bar and she wouldn't move, no matter what.

She called this fucking bartender a few more times, and when he ignored her again, or just did not hear - she rolled her eyes and moaned disappointed. She felt like the alcohol she had drunk slowly escaping from her body and it was not what she wanted today. Was her plan a Sunday hangover? Maybe, but he won't regret it until tomorrow. And now she definitely wanted one drink or even a few ... tens.

"You need help?" hearing a thick, hoarse voice behind her, her skin covered with goosebumps, and her body went through an unexpected and never-known thrill. She swallowed the lump building in her throat and turned to face the stranger. A tall man dressed in a black T-shirt appeared under her eyes, with perfectly sculpted muscles underneath. He was looking at her with his green eyes, which were wild like a predator, and she couldn't squeeze anything out of her. The man intimidated her. He stood so firmly. The energy that emanated from him almost knocked her to her knees.

"It depends on what help you think of" she replied, her voice trembling dangerously, showing the stranger how she acted. He could read it as he wanted, as it was more comfortable for him. However, Amia was aware that the green-eyed man knew perfectly well what was happening with her panties right now.

“Depends on what help you need” his words meant that he was perfectly aware of how it works on the woman, for which she was slightly embarrassed, but she did not want to show it at all costs. The girl snorted loudly, and when she wanted to pass him and go to a secluded place, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. “Is it bad that I want to help?”

“I need a drink, preferably a few. And that bartender doesn't work with me. Can you help me with that, big boy?” A peculiar smile on her face, somehow filled Viktor with male pride. He felt her tremble unexpectedly, and then someone pushed past them, pushing Amia straight into his arms.

"I think I can handle the drink" he murmured in her ear, and the warm breath she felt on her body made her grip his muscular arms. The short-cut man put an arm around her and they went together to the other end of the bar, where he sat her on the only free stool. He whispered something to the young boy, and then sat down next to her.

"Looks like you have an acquaintance, big boy" she said, and when someone pushed her again and she was about to throw a drink at someone Viktor had arranged for her, he grabbed the high stool she was sitting on and pulled him with one hand closer each other. So that her slender knees touched his hard thighs. Apparently, she was supposed to spend the rest of the night that way. Or maybe not?

“Big boy?” he asked, leaning close to her ear so close that his hot breath reached her neck. A shiver ran down her body, and a sly smile appeared on the face of the stranger. He knew perfectly well what was happening with the black-eyed girl. Amia wondered how it was possible that a guy she did not know at all aroused such strong emotions in her. She was angry at herself that he managed to charm her so quickly. Although she didn't know what he was doing with her, but she was ready for him. In every situation.

“You are a big boy, aren’t you?” she replied feistyly, pretending it didn't affect her, even though her own body was cheating on her. She continued to fight for her honor and image. She was never one of those girls who has many sexual partners. If she loved, she loved her whole life, she never had chance sex in the club bathroom and she didn't regret it.

“I have the impression that you want to find out” he murmured for a long time and do not know why Amia's eyes flew to his crotch. She felt her face cover in crimson red, and the man watching her closely smiled aggressively. The young woman did not quite know what was happening to her. She felt unprecedented excitement, and her body begged her to fall into the arms of a handsome guy. However, as long as she was sober, she knew that she would not allow herself to spend Saturday night with this man.

"Has a big boy like you has everything as big?” she winked at him, and then she rested her head on his shoulder as another person pushed her. Unknowingly, she inhaled his scent and felt like whining. He smelled like a combination of tobacco, saffron and cinnamon, which balanced the crisp note of bergamot and grapefruit. The first thing that came to her mind was that this is how a real man should smell. There was an element of savagery in Viktor that had a tremendous appeal and Amia didn't quite know how to deal with it. She put her hand on his hard thigh and whispered in his ear that she needed another drink.

"If you want to find out, just ask" he replied, placing his hand on her hip, and with the other hand gave her a colorful drink that was definitely going to confuse her in her head. Viktor, seeing Amia slowly sipping another drink, ordered something stronger for himself, but it was still too weak for him. Russian blood flowed in his veins, alcohol was inscribed in his DNA.

"And how would I find out?" Amia asked, pretending she was completely unaware of the overtones they exchanged. She also pretended that this huge, in every sense of the word, man did not affect her at all.

In this way they banished themselves in their company definitely too much time. Viktor kept giving her alcohol when she asked for him. But he did not deny himself. Although as an athlete he should not exaggerate. He knew that very well, but he was human too, and like every human being sometimes needed a moment of oblivion. And it looked like he was going to spend the evening with Amia. A drunk girl asked a whole bunch of stupid questions, but did it bother him? Not necessarily. Seeing and hearing her pearl-like laughter he felt sincerely happy.

"Do you think that if a snail crawls over another snail's mucus, it may have an orgasm?" she asked, drinking one of the many high-percentage drinks. "Do snails have an orgasm at all?"

"I think that's enough of this alcohol for you, huh?" He said when she quietly asked him for another drink. The girl wrinkled her nose funny and looked at him slightly surprised.

"You refuse me, big boy?" she muttered, looking at him provocatively. Alcohol could be felt from them for a few good steps, and Amia, feeling the vodka in Viktor's heavy breath - moaned quietly, feeling the escalating contraction in the lower abdomen. Even smelling alcohol, he was too sexy to stop working on her. His hot breath was felt by every, even the smallest part of the body. She did not quite know when and how she climbed his thighs and looked straight into his green eyes. "Dance with me."

"Are you sure you can stand up?" he replied, running his nose sensually across the hollow of her neck. The black dress she was wearing tonight was sliding dangerously up her shapely thighs. Viktor was the one who made sure that all people didn't see her pants or buttocks.

"I'm sure you won't let me fall, big boy" she smiled flirtatiously at him, got up from his lap, which wasn't an easy task, and pulled him onto the dance floor, which now seemed less populated to her. It didn't take them long to find a free piece of parquet. Amia immediately felt the music flowing through her body. She moved her hips to the rhythm of club music, and the partner behind her admired the goddess dancing in front of him. He was genuinely fascinated by her. He admired her body and felt his hands itch to touch her.

Viktor dangled her neck with hot breath, and he placed his hands on her narrow waist, then pulled her small body to him. Amia held on to the strong arms of the man who just got dizzy. Oh why the hell did he do that to her? For her, it was an unsolvable puzzle at the time. She decided not to think about it and deal with it only in the morning, when she sobered up and was worried about the possible consequences. In the end she felt drunk enough to fall into his huge arms.

"You'll fall, but straight into my bed, beautiful" he said returning to one of her accents, then gently brushed her lips, which further aroused her desire. Viktor was perfectly aware of how he acted on the woman and consciously took advantage of it, with small gestures he drove her crazy. And he honestly liked how she reacted to him. He wanted her in his bed, no matter how irresponsible it was.

"Is it a proposition or a statement?" she asked, feeling his hand slowly sliding down her buttock.

"I’m taking you away from here, sweetheart. This is a statement" he replied, squeezing her buttock and stifling her soft moan that escaped, firmly squeezing the kiss on raspberry lips. He pulled her toward the bar, said something to the bartender, and then the two of them were on their way to the room Amia had dreamed of when she saw the green-eyed man with huge arms.

As soon as the door to the room closed behind the two of them both stopped playing the chase. Viktor immediately embraced her with his arms and pressed her tightly to the wall. He had never felt so fascinated by a woman he did not know. Her body clad in a black short dress with a huge neckline tempted him since he noticed her almost black hair and a bored face as she sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to kindly serve her. He ran his hand over her firm ass and pressed him firmly against her, and she felt a substantial erection moaning, which made the Russian want to fuck her on this wall. But first he had to try what it tasted like.

He reluctantly moved away from her, and she watched carefully what he was going to do. The crimson covered her focused face as Viktor kneeled slowly in front of her and rolled up the black fabric of the dress. He touched his finger wetly with excitement on the girl's femininity and purred like a purebred cat - understanding that she was already ready for him. Mouth began to mark the wet path on her thighs leading straight to her hot and moist womanhood. Impatient, wanting to feel this piece of her female body, he pulled off the black-haired lace panties and ran his nose over the hill of ready cunt.

Amia felt as if he was smelling her, and although it was a bit strange, she felt incredible excitement. She couldn't wait to see what this handsome Russian wanted to do with her. She drew a sharp breath as her pleasantly warm tongue caressed the tender clitoris. Viktor, seeing his partner's condition, embraced her thigh and put her on his shoulder, so he could kiss and caress her more accurately. Amia desperately clutched her strong arm as she felt her legs slowly refusing to obey her.

Green-eyed clung to her womanhood more strongly. None of his previous women smelled so good and tasted as good as Amia. She was sweet, really sweet, and he didn't know how it was possible, but at the moment he didn't feel like thinking or thinking about it. Not now, when the woman in his arms had the first of many orgasms he wanted to offer her tonight.

Amia felt like she was in her private heaven, to which only Viktor, who was dealing with her femininity, had access. She never thought it could be that good. His tongue was so accurate and so agile that every time he moved, Amia got chills and thought that she would get so much damn pleasure from hell. For the piece of heaven she was in, she knew she would go to hell. Viktor, his tongue and agile, but strong hands confirmed that it was worth it.

As the boxer pulled away from her femininity and licked his lips, she moaned miserably. She was thirsty for him, and earlier she thought it was impossible. To want someone so bad is probably unhealthy, but at the moment she had it somewhere. She was only thinking about what it would be like when he finally found her. When finally his strong body pressed her to the mattress and the room was filled with sounds of faster beating hearts and emotions that both of them wanted to muffle.

She waited for this moment. She did it subconsciously from the beginning of their accidental meeting at the bar. There was something about this man that made her legs soft and wet his panties. But now there was definitely no time to think about it. She pushed the head of the black-haired girl away, and then she was pressed again to the wall behind her. Feeling like hard muscles pressing on clad only in black material breast dress, she gasped quietly.

When he bent to her to kiss her, Amia was not idle and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. She didn't like the fact that he was wearing too many clothes. With one movement she pulled the black fabric over his head and put their lips together in a madly greedy kiss. Amia had the feeling that she was getting greedy with Viktor. His divine body tempted her and now, she didn't want to resist him anymore.

She was crazy about his arms, breasts and stomach, and when she felt the skin under the man's fingers - she pressed her fingers harder against him. The deep depressions and protrusions winded her up tremendously. And he could not let such a beautiful woman act alone - to some extent he was a gentleman, so his hands also did not leave the woman's red-hot body for a moment. The man's rough fingers that squeezed her buttocks made Amia move her hands to the strong muscles and force her nails hard.

Viktor could not wait for the thirsty touch of the body, he lifted the woman and sat with her on the huge sofa. Amia, sitting comfortably on his thighs, grabbed her rolled up dress and took it off her body.

The Russian, seeing bare and protruding nipples, could not resist and embraced one of them, for which the woman moaned and moved her hips, pressing against his penis, which caused great pressure in the man's pants.

Drago loved to play with her wonderful body. He couldn't understand how this beautiful creature could get in his way. He never felt so crazy when touching a woman's body. Amia delighted him, she was naturally beautiful - with her dark brown hair, with her black gaze and something he couldn't define. She had a drop of mystery combined with a hint of undiscovered love.

Green-eyed, encouraged by her sweet moans, wanted to touch and tenderly kiss her other breast - but Amia stopped him, embracing his face with her hands. For a short moment she looked him straight in the eye, and seeing that they changed their intensity slightly, she kissed him violently. Their lips moved quickly and very passionately. None of them has ever experienced something so sharp, full of passion and passion. They both wanted to touch their bodies. They both wanted to satisfy each other. So was there something that could stop them? Not necessarily.

The air was filled with wild passion. Their primal instincts worked at greater speed, and pleasant warmth enveloped the hearts of lovers. Amia was much softer and more subtle to him than Drago was for her. She touched his body with the same admiration and adoration, but she did not act as quickly as a man. Kissing him and his strong arms, which she was wrapped tightly, gave her great joy.

She wanted to give him more, much more. More herself, more touch, more passion - and although it seemed impossible, the tenderness of her calm gestures towards the boxer exerted a pleasant feeling on him and a kind of attachment to the black-haired woman. Her wet lips moved to the man's neck, and her warm tongue studied the structure of his skin, which was just as perfect as on a muscular chest.

A faint murmur escaped his lips as his mistress bit his skin lightly. Drago closed his eyes for a moment, feeling such great pleasure. Never before, kisses affected him that much. So, what was in this beautiful goddess that he got hard to see her? Her delicate skin had a milky-cream hue, and the number of dark dots on her arms and breasts made Drago want to touch her again that evening, but now Amia took the initiative. She didn't stop touching the man's hard body for a moment, glided her lips over his rough skin, and ran her tongue over the hollows on his stomach.

Like magic she unbuttoned his pants. She wanted to be even closer to Viktor, and he didn't mind. He was delighted at how the woman looked at him with her black eyes and how sensually touched his skin. He lifted his hips, helping the woman slide off her pants, and she immediately pulled off his boxers. He eagerly indulged in the pleasure Amia gave him. She acted on him in some strange and unexplained way and wanted to lead him to the edge, see his reaction and it seemed that the boxer was unknowingly pushing his hips towards her.

When Viktor's pants and boxers disappeared from view, Amia put her hand around his penis, and he gasped in surprise. Amia already knew that she was not mistaken in saying that the big boy has everything big. When her lips touched Viktor's swollen penis, he shuddered at the intensity of that touch. Silent moans escaped his lips as the woman sucked hard on the hard cock. Drago had the feeling that he had never known something so intense before. The girl focused all her attention on making him pleasure and he liked it damn well.

The boxer felt that he couldn't bear more pleasure. The woman's mouth tightly embraced his penis and her hand stroked his testicles. Amia was delighted at how the man reacted to her tenderness. She wanted to give him more. She licked and sucked him until she felt him clench his hands tightly on her shoulders, and then a slight salty substance flooded her lips.

When Amia released his penis from the mouth, Viktor pulled her in such a way that her head was above his. He kissed her vehemently with the passion she had already gotten used to. He pressed her tightly against him, and the girl gasped softly into his mouth when she felt her stomach still hard penis. Drago smirked at the kiss and bit her delightful lips.

They couldn't wait for their bodies to stick together.

"Do you have condoms?" She asked, breaking their kisses. Amia was pretty drunk, but that didn't make her stop being responsible. After all, she didn't want to be a single mother. She looked at the man, and when he showed her the blue packaging, nothing prevented her from spending the rest of the Saturday night in his huge arms.

Amia took the condom from his hand and put it on the lover's penis. Drago immediately put her on the couch under him and rubbed her wet pussy with his fat dick.

"Don't tease me, damn you" she growled softly and pulled his head to kiss. She kissed him eagerly, as if someone could take her away from her. However, this was impossible. Drago wanted to kiss, caress and love her divine body. He wanted to hear her moaning, pleading and even begging him to give her even more himself. Her voice affected him as much as her body. He had the impression that she was created especially for him. And the way she bent her body under his touch was just confirmation.

"Do you want me?" He asked quietly, and the fierce smile on his face showed that Drago knew perfectly well how he acted on her and how much the woman wanted to feel him. He brushed her pulsating femininity again, and apparently it was enough for Amia to feel chills.

"Like damn" she murmured to his hot lips. A second later she felt him slip into her sharply. He wasn't gentle, definitely not - and Amia loved it so much. She wrapped the boxer's hips upside down and pulled his buttocks closer between her thighs. She didn't need much time to come second time. After all, the boxer was extremely good at what he did with her body. Drago, seeing in what state she was, tenderly embraced her body and kissed the girl's skin gently. He bit his earlobe slightly and moaned loudly as she dug her nails into his buttocks.

He liked her - full of lust and passion. He saw that she wasn't pretending anything. Every moan, every bite of the lips was uncontrollable. She was just perfect for him, and he had only known her for several hours.

Viktor entered her with strong thrusts, celebrating her beautiful body. His hands did not leave her body, and his lips wandered around the neck and neckline of the black-eyed. He wanted her to remember that night for a long time. He wanted that she would not let anyone else touch her. He wanted to be the only guy staying in her warm bed, but he knew he could do nothing. After all, it was only one Saturday night. One and only night, and then he would forget about those black eyes, beautiful eyes and wonderful body.

Amia felt that she would not be able to walk for the next week. The boxer moved quickly, violently with a wild passion and passion she had never had before. Her previous partners were not like him. Not so handsome, not so passionate and did not look at her as he did. She was always in serious relationships. She thought those guys loved her and she loved them. But was it true love if it ended quickly and never felt such desire towards them? Could she call that feeling at all? Since only with this man did she feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. The way he looked at her and touched her made Amia get rid of all complexes.

Their hot breaths filled the room, and sweaty bodies couldn't tear themselves away. They both had no idea what was happening to them, but neither of them wanted to stop it. Amia screamed loudly as Drago moved harder and harder inside her. Strong and steady thrusts led them both to the edge. The dark-haired woman clung to his strong arm, as if she could fall at any moment, and Viktor looked adoringly at this woman and dreamed of nothing more than to bring her to the desired orgasm once again.

Well, he didn't have to wait long for his little dream to come true. After a while they both climbed to breathlessness. He froze, clenching his eyelids - and she shook under his powerful body and scratched him hard on the back.

Then he kissed her hard and took her to a huge bed, in which they definitely did not intend to sleep.

Let me know, what you think ♥

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melaninmarvelficrecs · 4 years

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Florian Munteanu Fic Recs

Angst 😭

Fluff 🥰

Smut 😈

Series 📚

Original character 👸🏽

Au meme 🎀

Social media edit 📱

Moodboard 💝

Co Stars by @sparklemichele

😈Feast by @oceanscorazon

😈The Disrespect by @omnyamaflowerz

Silk PillowCase by @fumbling-fanfics

Valentine's Day with Mob Boss Florian by @honeychicanawrites

Waiting Game by @dc41896

📚😈But I Hate You 2 3 4 by @lotusss-flowerbomb

Meeting the Parents by @sparklemichele

📚Just Friends 2 3 Drabble 4 by @sparklemichele

📚In His Eyes 2 3 by @sparklemichele

😈🥰Squish by @stripper-patrick

🥰In Your Arms by @natashacoco

😈Mafia Boss Florian Coming Home to You Masturbating by @honeychicana

😈Roles Reserved by @natashacoco

Wait for It by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Go Harder by @munteanhore

Shame by @amelatonin

Summer Games by @jbrizzywrites

Red Dress by @fumbling-fanfic

😈Be Patient by @omnyamaflowerz

😈Velvet by @jbrizzywrites

😈Body Party by @jbrizzywrites

🥰Surprises by @dc41896

Jealous by @sparklemichele

Red Shorts by @fumbling-fanfics

Date Night by @natashacoco

😈Morning Surprises 2 by @natashacoco

🥰First Day by @dc41896

😈Close Friends by @lotusss-flowerbomb

😈Toothbrush by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Gentle by @fumbling-fanfics

👸🏽😈Roll Up By @fullofmelaninsarcasm

😈Ride by @munteanhore

Happy New Year by @dc41896

😈Tease by @zaddywilk

More by @omnyamaflowerz

😈Mine by @smuttywriter

Special Guest by @lotusss-flowerbomb

Shooting His Shoot by @plussizeappreciationfics

The Ring by @yaunaz

Surprise by @ellixthea

My Bad 2 by @dc41896

Ex by @sparklemichele

😈Ready For Takeoff by @bluestarego

They're Gonna Like You by @plantvenuss

Are You Flirting With Me by @plantvenuss

Birthday Boy by @lady-olive-oil

Quick Debriefing by @lady-olive-oil

Take You to Paradise by @tgigoldie

😈Back Home by @melinda-january

😈🥰Let It Burn by @blackmissfrizzle

Good Intentions by @natashacoco

😈Wedding Night by @honeychicana

Nightmares by @dc41896

Decisions Decisions by @dc41896

😈👸🏽GFG 2 by @atyourbestyouareluv

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b-m-scott · 4 years

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“I f**king Hate Flying”

Florian Munteanu x Reader

There was really only one problem that came along with being a lover of travel.

Flying.

I had always loved to travel. It started with road trips with my family, then to longer trips, and finally global trips that took me everywhere. I loved all the exposure, the lessons I would learn, and the new cultures I could soak in; however, after several years of flying non-stop due to my profession, I began to lose my love for travel. It was all due to the flights. They were horrible! Unbearable security lines, overpriced airport food, countless hours seated, terrible airplane food, and unbearable boredom became too much. I started to become sick anytime I even thought about flying and had begun to limit my travel due to this. It hurt, but I just couldn’t find it in myself to fly again.

Then Florian came into my life. We had met at a football match. We had both been sent to grab more beers for our respective friend groups and had met each other in the line. We were cheering for the opposite teams and had initially begun talking purely to smack talk and try to irritate one another; however, at the end of the game, after my team won, we ran into each other again. He congratulated me and I thanked him, and before I knew it we had exchanged phone numbers and the rest was history.

We had been dating for a little over five months and Florian had been relentlessly trying to convince me to meet his parents. I repeatedly told him I would love to, as long as they came to us. The problem came that the timing was never right for his parents to come out and Florian was getting impatient. I felt bad. I knew how important family was to him and knew how important he was to me. Finally, after another week of asking, I agreed to go.

The day arrived and we were making our way through the airport. After a mess up with our tickets and seating and almost an out in security, we were finally seated at the gate waiting for our boarding group to be called. I nervously bounced my knee and fiddled with my fingers. Some people would say the worst parts were over, but I knew there was just more to come. Florian was occupied on his phone, wrapping up a few last-minute things to ensure all his time would be free while with his parents. He didn’t notice my nervous ticks and I hoped he wouldn’t. I knew how excited he was and didn’t want my nerves to get in the way. Hoping to get away and try to collect myself, I tell him I’m going to the restroom. Upon arriving at the restroom, I’m greeted by another line adding to my annoyance.

After finishing up and returning to our gate, I notice boarding has begun and collect my things. Florian gives me a gentle kiss and grabs his stuff as well. As we board the plane, I take a few more deep breaths and Florian notices.

“Everything OK, baby?” wonders Florian. I smile at him and respond as cheerful as I can muster,

“Yeah! Just want to get seated.” He nods his head and returns my smile. Once we are seated, Florian puts our carry-on into the overhead compartment and joins me in our seats. He places his hand on my thigh and I feel my skin heat up. He looks so good and my body shudders knowing he’s all mine. Looking at him now the flight doesn’t scare me as much because he’s here. I can already imagine what things we could get up to on this flight and I smile. For the first time today, I actually feel excited. I grab his hand briefly and shoot him a smile. Trying to convince both him and me that I’ll be fine. I glance out the window and feel Florian’s eyes on me. I look over at him and give him a questioning look.

“What?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“Something’s wrong,” he states. I roll my eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong. I promise.” My words don’t seem to convince and he continues to eye me. It’s as if he’s trying to read my thoughts by staring at my face. Finally, after what feels like forever, he says,

“If you don’t want to go…” My heart immediately drops. It hadn’t occurred to me that my actions would imply that I didn’t want to go or not want to meet his parents. It really was just the flight. “Or if you're nervous about meeting them you really shouldn’t be.” I feel myself smile, finding it enduring that even now he’s more worried about me than himself. I grab his hand before placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

“I want to go more than anything, and I am so excited to meet your parents. It’s just...” I pause. He looks at me, urging me to continue. I hesitate because I realize how silly I’ve been. I mean here I am complaining about flying when I know plenty of people who would kill to be in my position. The worse part was that I made the love of my life feel like I was unhappy and ungrateful to be doing this. I shake my head and let out a small laugh.

“I just realized how stupid it is.” Florian places his hand on my cheek and makes me look at him.

“Nothing you say or think could ever be stupid,” he reassures me. My thoughts from earlier return. The presence of this perfect man was probably the only thing that could cure my fear. I wouldn’t trade that for the world, and I definitely wasn’t going to let my overthinking, stupid mind ruin it. I smile at him before letting out the truth,

“I just fucking hate flying!”

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fumbling-fanfics · 5 years

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VIKTOR DRAGO -

You're waiting for the train on the platform with Viktor. You're taking the train as Ivan has the truck. When the ice cold wind whips up around you you seek refuge against his chest, trying to bury yourself under his quilted vest.

He moves to take it off to give it to you. You always joke that his superpower is his immunity against the cold.

"No" you mumble into his chest. "It's not warm without you" you look up at him resting your chin on his chest. He laughs and attempts to wrap you up in his quilted vest. It's still 6 minutes until the train.

"I think you should buy another coat" he says kissing you on your freezing nose. "Maybe one for your nose" he laughs.

FLORIAN MUNTEANU -

It's not that cold, but you're always cold. You have a jacket and hat on while Florian is living life in just a tee and hoodie. You snuggle against his chest slipping your hands up his hoodie and tee to his hot skin.

"You know your hands are cold" he says, muscles tensing as your cold hands meet his warm skin.

"That's why I'm doing this" he lightly chuckles and wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head and you wait for Sandro and Masias. You're meant to be going got drinks but you're dreaming for a nice hot cup of tea with two sugars.

"As much as I love Sandro and Masias why did we come out again" you moan.

"We'll get a seat next to a radiator just for you" he sways side to side, arms still wrapped around you.

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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Birthday Boy

A/N: In honor of our big bears birthday, here is an imagine between him and Geneva in the midst of all the craziness. This will serve as a filler and an imagine of sorts. And idk his middle name, so I gave him one🤣This will also lead into the big halloween imagine I have planned as well. Without further ado: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FLORIAN MUNTEANU!!🎉🥳

Word Count: 1,063

Warning: none of ya squint

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Halloween. A grand holiday that lasts for the whole month of October for some people, or just a day to get candy. Yet for my boyfriend's sake it’s a combination of his birthday and Halloween, so we decided to celebrate the whole month.

Parties for me is a big deal and all my friends and family know that for a fact. So for the morning of Florian’s birthday, I decided to make him breakfast fit for a king. I’m talking the works; French toast, eggs, bacon, fruit, and orange juice. Most guys I’ve dated haven’t gotten this type of treatment, unless you counted Jake with his whack ass. But Florian was different, and a good different at that.

“I smell food, and I hear r&b music.” His deep sleepy, baritone voice echoed through the halls of the condo as he journeyed towards the kitchen where I was. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my head, as I flipped the bacon strips in the copper cast iron skillet.

“You were supposed to stay in bed my love.” Angling my head to kiss his cheek, I smiled gently and watched him move to lean against the opposite counter.

“You know I can’t sleep without you next to me. Besides, I smelled bacon too.”

“Listen here Mr. Romania, if you plan on marrying me, this is what you have to look forward to at least once a week.”

He chuckled lovingly at me, causing a warm feeling to erupt in me. My love for this man transcending into another realm and I’m thankful for the people who brought us together. Finishing up his birthday breakfast, he dug in like the big bear that he is.

“After you eat, get ready for the day. It’s my turn to spoil you.”

“Geneva-”

“Florian Cristian Munteanu, don’t talk back to me. I’m doing this because I want to and it’s your day. Chop, chop.” Kissing his cheek before I left to get changed, he smacked my ass one good time.

“Ouch! Florian!”

“Oops?”

“Yeah uh huh. Hurry up so we can go, I got plans for you today.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked back at me.

“Good boy.”

-20 min later, in the New York weather-

“Babe slow down already, we’ll get there.” Trying to calm down the giant 29 year old, as we walked down Times Square was a mess in itself.

“Listen, you said we’d go to Shake Shack and i've never been. Plus it’s my cheat day.”

“Duh. Who do you think called you trainer to get the ol to do so?”

He looked teary eyed as he hugged me close to his heated body. “You’re the best draga.”

“Oh I know.”

Of course he took a few photos with those who recognized him, I may have done a live video too for his Instagram just to up the ante. Seeing his smiling face was all I wanted and more. Upon our shopping he managed to get several pairs of shoes; a few jackets and jeans, fall like hats and a new chain. But it didn’t stop there.

“Gege, let me get you something please? It only seems fair for me to do so.”

“Florian, this is your day baby. Not mine, I appreciate the gesture but-”

“Genevieve Leona Shaw, no buts. I want to do this because you’ve done so much for me and you’ve been through a lot. So let me do this.” The way he looked at me was with pure love and adoration, like a little puppy. How could I not say no to that?

“Ugh fine. What do you wanna get me?”

“3 pairs of shoes that match mine, matching velvet jackets and matching chains.” There goes his Cheshire like grin.

“So basically everything we just got you, minus the jeans?”

He decorated my face in little kisses, this caused a few giggles to erupt from my full lips. “Yup. I want the world to know who my baby is.”

“The world already knows I’m your girl. But more recognition wouldn’t hurt.”

“That’s my girl.”

The shopping and feasting on burgers continued, and his smile grew even more. His happiness meant the world to me and then some, even in tough times. What relationship doesn’t have issues? Gotta work out any kind of way, shape or form.

When we got home, I had mentioned that a cake was made for him and frosted by my mother. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. He loved my mother’s cooking and baking, and would always ask where I got it from. Now he knows.

“Thank you for today Gege. I can’t thank you enough my love for being the best present I’ve ever received this year.”

“Florian..”

He kissed me gently, holding me like I was a fragile piece of art. He just knew how to handle me mind body and soul. The kiss deepened slightly, causing me head to spin a little.

“Ok ok, slow down there big boy. Let’s go eat your cake, not me.”

“Aw man.” He smirked and sent me a wink.

“Nasty ass.”

Singing happy birthday to my man the best way I knew how, in a room of just us two, made it more special.

“Make a wish.”

He closed his eyes and thought of the best wish he could think of, then blew out his candles once he figured out his birthday wish.

“What you wish for?”

“If I tell you, I won’t come true.”

“Touché. Hammock and cake time?”

“Hammock and cake time.”

I'm surprised he can even fit in the hammock without breaking it. I must’ve gotten the good kind of stakes for it. Resting against his chest as I fed him a few bites of the marble cake, he just stared up at the stars.

“Thank you Gege, for everything. It’s been a great day.”

“Oh baby, I’m just getting started. I’m planning a big Halloween bash for ya too. I do parties big so get used to it.” Looking up at him sweetly, he chucked.

“Alright, matching costumes then?”

With an arched brow I nodded cutely. “Hell yeah. The Hades to my Persephone.”

“I can dig it. Again thank you for today my lady, I love you.” Nuzzling his nose against mine, I smiled once more.

“I love you too bear. Happy birthday Florian.”

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ellixthea · 5 years

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Surprise

Request: @michelleteriney “I need some dirty Florian Munteanu smut. Just plain flithy PLEASE.”

A/N: Soooo as you may know I’m not comfortable with writing smut for some reason so instead, I wrote something with sexual tension but I don’t know what to think about it so if you wanna tell me if it’s bad or good please do it 😂 Oh and by the way if any of you who writes smut would like to give me tips about it, I would be happy to take your advices 😉

You woke up with your head on the chest of the body you had been craving for the past 6 months. Florian was still asleep so you took a better look at him and you thought he was adorable. He looked peaceful and incredibly handsome, even with his eyes closed. Sometimes, you would wonder how adorable he could look and how nasty he could be. You stopped looking at him and put your head back on his chest, hearing his heartbeat echoing in your ears when you felt that he was moving, signaling that he was waking up.

“Good morning beautiful.” Florian said with his low morning voice that you missed way too much. He was caressing your cheek with his large hands.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“With you by my side, it couldn’t have been better.” He replied and you looked at him. “You’re such a tease.” You said chuckling before kiss him.

You wanted to spend the next hours laying there with him but you both had plans for the day. He was back from filming his next movie for 2 weeks. The two of you spent the first week in Los Angeles, California where you live. You were a screenwriter so it was easier for you and your job to live there. The second week, you both flew to Germany, where Florian lived.

You’ve met Florian a year and half ago at work. You had been the screenwriter for several movies and you were currently working for the sequel of Creed. Since you had worked on the first movie, you knew Michael and the two of you got along pretty well and would even meet outside work, as friends. During the shooting of the sequel, you would sometimes be on set, to check if the lines fit perfectly and if changes were needed and that was where you met him, Florian. You were immediately impressed by his figure, just like everyone else. Tall, very muscular, a mysterious yet charming look. You tried to fight the growing feelings you felt towards him but when he started to talk to you and eventually asked you on a date, you just dive in. Now here you were, lying in bed next to him and you couldn’t be happier.

You removed the covers from your body and made your way to the bathroom.

“Where are you planning to do today?” He asked stretching before following you and soon the both of you were in the bathroom. You were only wearing one of Florian’s shirts and his was only in a pair of boxers.

“I got girl things to do.” You replied biting your bottom lip, your back against the wall with Florian being only a few inches from you, looking down at you in a way that would turn you on.

“Girl things huh?” He added with his low voice soon kissing and sucking your neck. Moans escaped from your mouth which let Florian know that he had to keep going but you had other plans in mind. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply before pulling away. His green eyes were piercing yours which was adding difficulty of not keeping what you were starting.

“You have to see your friends today and I also got plans, I don’t want us to be late.” You announced while fighting what your body was asking for.

“We can be quick.” He replied, starting to kiss your neck again but you stopped him once again.

“I don’t want something quick. I promise it will be worth it.”

“Worth it? What will be worth it?” He asked while you were pulling him away from the bathroom with both of your hands on his muscular chest.

“Can’t tell.” You said before smirking at him and closing the bathroom door.

Once you were done getting prepared, Florian got prepared in the other bathroom and was about to leave. You were coming down in the living room when he grabbed his car’s keys.

“Do you know when you’ll be back.” You asked being now in front of him.

“I don’t know, probably around 6 p.m. You’re sure you still don’t wanna come with me?”

“It’s a guy day, I don’t wanna be the only girl there, but tomorrow you’ll be all mine.” You said and he kissed you.

“I will sure be.” He said before squeezing your butt. You smiled at his action as you watched him close the door.

You wanted to surprise him with lingerie. You knew how much he loved it since you had already worn some before, and he made you feel like a goddess. The way he would look at you was one of the best feeling.

When you were back from your shopping, it was the middle of the afternoon, which meant that you had a few hours to kill before the return of your boyfriend. You decided to try on the lingerie you bought so you made your way to the bedroom to have a nice view of your full body in the dressing. The lingerie you bought consisted of a black floral lace bra, which was highlighting your breast with a black floral lace high waisted panties. The set was only made of laces which meant that your skin was exposed. You checked yourself in the mirror, turned around a little to have a good view on everything and you find it beautiful and your level of confidence rose. You kept it on you and put on your clothes to way for him to come back.

You were laying on the couch, watching some Netflix when you recognized the sound of his car. You turned off the tv and ran up stairs to remove your clothes and put on your burgundy satin robe. You were hidden in the bathroom connected to your bedroom when he passed the front door.

“Dragᾰ?”

“In the bedroom.” You replied, your heart beating faster. The adrenaline rushing throughout your whole body made you even more excited. You were a little afraid he wouldn’t be in the mood or tired but you tried not to let those negative thoughts overrun your mind.

You heard the bedroom’s door opened and a smirk appeared on your face.

“Dragᾰ? You here?” At the end of his sentence, you opened the bathroom’s floor and his eyes met yours. Before he could ask you anything, you let the robe fell off your body, revealing the surprised you made for him. He looked at you from head to toes, mouth half opened.

“Did you have fun with your friends?” You asked, getting slowly closer to him before resting your arms on his elbows. He puts his large hands on your waist.

“I did, but it looks like I’m gonna have more fun now.”

“Who said we’re gonna do anything?” You replied, causing him to arch his eyebrow. Damn you loved it when he would do that. You were in a teasing mood, you wanted to make the excitation grow inside him.

“Oh dragᾰ, you can’t show up dressing this way and ask me to only watch.”

“Oh you think so?” You added and you slightly push him onto the edge of the bed. You positioned yourself between his legs so you were looking down at him. Florian puts his hands back on your waist and the two of you were staring into each other’s eyes. You could see lust in his eyes but also how incredible handsome he was. You often wondered how you got so lucky. You put one hand behind his head the other one on his chest before kissing him languidly. The way he returned the kiss was as if wanted to do this for a long time, even though he left a few hours before. You could feel the love. The two of you kept kissing when he lifted you so now you were above him, his hands on your butt, grabbing it. You helped him remove his shirt and pants, as if the two of you were in the rush to feel each other. He got up from his position so now he was sitting and you were sitting on him, facing him. You could feel how hard he was getting.

“I missed you way too much during those past 6 months.” He said before crushing his lips on yours.

“Show me then.” You replied and without losing any time, he flipped you over and was now on the top of you.

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xxkissatmidnightxx · 4 years

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W.E.T (Florian Munteanu x reader imagine)

Idea from @onnanotherplanet

Song: W.E.T by Paloma Ford

Florian Munteanu x reader

Word count: 1,317

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You and Florian fell through the door, locked in a heated make out session. He had just met your friends at an engagement party for a mutual friend of your and Sandro’s. He felt as if they were all criticizing him because he wasn't your ex, Chris Evans. Even if they were friendly, he felt it was an act for you. You were trying to reassure the man and that's how the two of you ended up in this position.

You pushed your new boyfriend on the couch and was instantly on your knees in front of him. He was already panting and you hadn't touched him yet. You expertly unbuckled his pants, making the man raise an eyebrow.

"How many times have you done this before?" he questioned, curiosity was killing him. Instead of answering him, you engulfed his length in you mouth. Florian shut up and his hips bucked against your warm mouth. You licked the thick vein on the underside of his hardening dick and he hissed in surprise.

"GODDAMN girl! The fuck?!" he was trying to move away but you were sucking him like a vacuum. He was not prepared for this and was not going to last long. You held his hips down and continued deep throating the boxer. His toes were curling and sweat was trickling down his neck.

You tucked your lips into your mouth as you continued to suck the life out of him. Moans fell from your mouth, loving the feel of him in your throat and the vibrations felt like heaven to the man. He ran his fingers through your curls as you cupped his balls, adding to his pleasure.

"FUCK baby! Suck that dick girl.” He was nearly out of breath, he could feel his chest tighten as he moaned. He couldn't take it anymore, he was trying to pull away again but you wouldn't let up.

"Y/N! Baby please!" tears were streaming down his face, the pleasure was way too much. He was ripping his tie and shirt off to get some air. His stomach muscles were clenching and legs shaking from the orgasm that was building.

"Baby wait! I'm cumming! SHIT!" his body went into spasms as he came harder than ever. You took in every drop and continued to suck him well after he released. He lost his hearing and sight for a moment and the only thing he could do was lay there and let you continue. He had never in his life gotten head like that, ever.

You got up, sitting next to the man as he tried to regain his composure. He looked over at the innocent looking girl and couldn't believe you were his. How had he gotten so lucky? As soon as he could breathe again, he turned to you and smirked.

"Your turn now," Florian had you on the floor, legs in the air and your dress ripped off the lower half of your body. You ditched your panties a long time ago during the party and he should have known you were a freak then.

His head was between your thighs and two fingers buried into your heat. Y/N was laying back, smirk on her face.

"Is that all you've got baby boy? Chris can do so much better." That's all he needed to hear. He locked eyes with you and his green orbs darkened. He took both hands, pulling your lips apart and you watched his lips wrap around your swollen clit.

He drew figure eights on the bud and sucked on your clit until your was screaming his name, mascara running down your face. He laughed against your folds, which nearly pushed you over the edge.

"I don't hear you talking shit now, what's wrong baby? Can't take it?" before you could answer, he slammed into you and held you legs together above your head. Y/N moaned out in pain and pleasure, she didn't know her body could bend that way.

"DADDY!! FUCK ME!" Y/N was losing all control as the man pounded into her, making her tighter around his dick. The harder he thrusted, the more rug burns that appeared on her back. The intense pleasure and pain were overwhelming and she couldn't take it anymore.

"That's right baby, Chris could never fuck you the way I can!" he wrapped your legs around his waist and stood up with you in his arms. He slammed you against the wall and his movements became erratic.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! SHIIIITT!" Your eyes were in the back of your head and your nails drew blood on his back. He was playing your body like a guitar and you cried out every time he hit the same spot deep within.

"That's right baby, you better scream! Let the world hear you," he carried you over to the window, overlooking the city and the cold glass made you jump. He cracked the window, never slowing his thrusts.

"OH FUCK! DADDY!" Y/N was sure the neighbors could hear or worse, see them. He ripped the curtains down and they were in plain sight. He took your left leg and slung it over his shoulder, fucking you even harder.

"I can't hear you!" he groaned and bit her shoulder. Y/N was crying out and begging him for more. Florian saw the lights turning on in the neighbor's window and he smiled. They were going to have an audience.

He pulled out of her, turning her to face the window. The neighbors couldn't believe their eyes. You were pressed against the glass, naked and screaming for more. He entered you from behind and pulled your hair back, giving them a full display of him fucking you.

"What's my fucking name?!"

"FLORIAN! FUCK ME!" he smirked at the shocked expressions they were getting but no one moved. They watched him as he pounded her into another world. She didn't care who saw them, she only cared about his dick driving into her body.

“Wrong name Prinţesă. Now tell them who is fucking you. Who’s making that pussy cream baby?”

“Daddy, I’m fucking cumming!” His right hand swiftly held your throat as the left grabbed your waist. He pressed down on the sides of your throat, immediately feeling your walls clench around him.

Y/N was getting close and your legs were giving out. He held your body up, forcing you to take the deep strokes until you came, screaming at the top of your lungs. Your face was red and you could barely breathe but the feeling was too amazing.

He moved you away from the window and closed it, locking it and waving at the few people who watched from their balcony. He carried your exhausted body upstairs and laid you on the bed. You we’re about to snuggle into the sheets and fall asleep until he slapped your thigh.

"Round two baby, what’s the rule?” He nudges your legs apart and rest on his forearms to hold his weight above you.

“You get five before I can sleep,” you whimpered as he slid back into your wet center. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his strokes started slowly.

“That’s right baby, Daddy wants his five and what happens if you fall asleep before I get them?” He rolls his hips, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist.

“Then I can’t cum until you say so and you’ll tie me up to make sure I behave.” Your body trembles at the thoughts of the last time your body collapsed after Florian fucked you to sleep. You couldn’t sit down for days and he edged you to utter madness.

“That’s daddy’s good girl. Now make that pussy squirt on my dick the way I like it.” Your eyes rolled back in your head and you knew you were in for a long night.

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