Fifteen Minutes
I was tagged by the lovely @peyton-warren for this amazing writing challenge thought up by @mantorokk-writes.
Title: Fifteen Minutes
Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Word Count: 374
Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.
Warnings: male masturbation, creampie, swearing (gasp!), use of Daddy as a pet name
A/N: And you aren't seeing double, this has been posted before but I wanted it on its own.
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Walter looks at his watch and decides that fifteen minutes is more than enough time to crank out a quick one.
He sets his phone on vibrate and sets it aside. Any other day, he would pull up some kind of something on his phone to watch while he gets in the mood. But with what she was wearing today, he doesn’t need to do much mental gymnastics to get right back there.
He takes his dick out and closes his eyes to think about her.
He imagined her sitting in his lap, her black denim skirt riding up her thick brown thighs. The sound of her fishnet tights ripping as he tore a hole in the crotch of them was music to his ears. His dick was already out, full, and sitting up out of his open jeans.
He would reach down between them and make the head of his dick nice and wet with her juices as she moaned in his ear. Sliding inside, they both his at the tight squeeze. He grabs her hips and begins to move her in a slow and steady rhythm up and down his length. Her arms around his neck and her hands in his hair leave her lips to connect with his.
He loves when her hands are in his hair. Her little obsession drives him wild.
He grabs a handful of her ass before smacking it loudly. Growling into her mouth as she answers with a moan.
“Oh, fuck, Princess. You feel so fucking good, babygirl.”
“Fuck, Daddy, you feel even better.”
He begins to move his hips, fucking up into her tight pussy as she takes everything she gives him.
“Daddy, come inside me. Give me a baby, Daddy. Please, fuck a baby into me.”
He thinks he hears wrong at first but the way she keeps saying it has him realizing he did in fact hear correctly. His hips stutter as he can feel his balls tighten.
“Have my kids, Princess. I’m gonna make you a Mommy…ugh, fuck!”
He can feel every spurt of cum as his dick shoots deep inside her.
His eyesight is struggling as he comes back to himself. His hand and sweater were covered in thick, creamy ropes.
No pressure as always: @milknhonies @cardierreh15 @headcannonxgalore @thirstnotes @shewriteswhenthewordscome @deandoesthingstome @mayloma
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writers writing: pacing must be an intentional element of mood and style; grammar and punctuation has to be on point; wording needs to be perfect.!!
writers texting: im.,, silly. i put the punctuation whereever my heart desires........ must not sound upright or passive aggressive.,,,,
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The real tragedy of writing is knowing where the plot is going, knowing exactly what happens in a scene, down to the exact sentences you're going to use, and somehow still not being able to write.
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