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notapradagurl7 · 16 days ago

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Funny How Time Flies

terry richmond x black, fem!/plus size reader

summary: you are a shy, introverted person who wants to break out of your shell and experience fun at least once in your life. During a mutual friend's group trip, you meet Terry and have the best sex with him. Once the fun is over, will you and Terry stay in touch?

warnings: explicit smut (18+), light use of daddy, foul language, dirty talking, dom/sub, oral (f), pussy slaps, fingering, unprotected sex, nicknames (beautiful, baby, baby girl), words: (3k)

note: hey, I'm working on another mini-series, but this one is sweet, wholesome, and freaky! let me know your thoughts and if you want to be tagged in future parts. please enjoy!

You’ve been shy and introverted your entire life, often feeling tired of this loneliness. Your daily routine typically consists of working, exercising, and returning home, which leaves little opportunity for social interaction or adventure.

While you go out when you want to, most of your time is spent at home with your loving dog. Despite that, you know something is missing—particularly, a boyfriend and a more vibrant social life.

The anxiety stemming from your shyness made it difficult for you to step outside your comfort zone. You want to seek more experiences beyond the walls of your home and be more outgoing.

When your friends Sasha and Maya invited you on a group trip, you accepted. They were surprised but happy and reassured you that you wouldn’t feel left out or awkward during the trip.

Sasha, in particular, couldn’t contain her excitement, as explained by her boyfriend, Bryce. He was bringing his old marine friend, Terry Richmond.

You met the girls at the airport and greeted them with hugs. Sasha explained that Bryce and Cameron needed to find Terry, which made you feel nervous. She told you a little about him, but ultimately, you would have to form your own opinion about him.

"Oh, here they come! Finally,” Sasha replied, gesturing towards three tall, fit men in the distance.

Bryce was a tall, dark-skinned man, while Cam was kind of brown-skinned since he was lighter than Bryce. Then your eyes led to him. Who must be Terry?

At that moment, you felt an undeniable spark of love at first sight. Terry was slightly taller than Bryce and Cam and had a lighter skin tone.

He was so handsome, with good hands, good lips, and, good god, a nice body!!! He was fine, and you wanna intertwine him.

"Good, made it back on time and found big dawg," Bryce nudged Terry on the arm, laughed, and then moved over to Sasha.

"Yeah, bro was at the wrong damn gate/terminal," Cam said, walking over to Maya and greeted her with a kiss on the forehead.

"My fault; it's been a minute since I've been at the damn airport; y'all know I don't travel a lot," Terry chuckled lightly as he caught you staring, prompting you to look away.

"Well, we're glad you found him. Now...um, Terry, I want you to meet someone," Maya said with a smile.

He raised his eyebrows curiously and she motioned towards you and introduced you to Terry by using your name.

��Hey, there!” He said, giving a polite wave, and you just stared at him. Everyone looked at you, awaiting your response, but nothing came out until Sasha nudged you.

“Hi,” you said, waving back with a small mile. You held his gaze for a moment, feeling a flutter of nerves in your stomach, before shyly turning your eyes away.

The flight to Cancun, Mexico, is currently boarding for its scheduled departure at 1 PM. Passengers are advised to have their boarding passes and identification ready and to proceed to the gate promptly.

"Okay, that's us. Who's ready to get Lit?" Maya clapped her hands, easing the awkwardness and creating a more hype vibe.

Sasha wrapped her arm around your shoulders playfully, giving you a knowing look through her sunglasses.

"Look at you, drooling all over Terry already; I told you he would be your type," She teased, and you playfully hit her arm.

Soon enough, you were all on the plane, and of course, you were sitting next to Terry. He was talking to you, but you felt so nervous that your responses were short.

You both had a lot in common: you were single, didn’t get out much, and were on this trip to have fun. You couldn’t believe that a handsome man like Terry wanted to talk to you despite your shyness.

Terry was eager to talk to you from the moment he first saw you. He felt a strong connection and wanted to get to know you better. He was really glad he decided to go on this trip because your sweet and shy nature made him want to break you out of your shell.

“You're kind of the shy and quiet type, huh?! I like that; some people say I'm reserved, so I guess I can relate,"

"You don't seem like it; you seem like an outgoing person." You look at him for a second. His captivating hazel-green eyes burn into yours, causing a flutter in your chest.

"Well, I sometimes can be both; I'm a little reserved when I don't know the person, but if I know you, I'm more open, I guess," Terry explained, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"What makes me so different?" You asked in a playful tone, building some confidence.

Terry laughs and smirks, "I guess you're that special!"

You felt like your heart exploded the way he looked at you, obviously attracted to you. You just nodded, looking away, trying to hide your smile.

“Hey....come on, I was just getting used to hearing that pretty voice of yours,” Terry said, leaning in, and your breath hitched.

You and Terry chatted throughout the entire plane ride. Although you were still a bit shy, you found yourself being more talkative than before, which felt positive.

Perhaps Terry was just what you needed for this trip. Once your group arrived at the stunning villa, you marveled at its beautiful interior.

“Alright,” Maya announced, her enthusiasm infectious as she gathered everyone to discuss the week's activities. She carefully ensured everyone felt included and excited about them.

Maya suggested you all chill and settle into our bedrooms for the afternoon. You began rolling your heavy suitcase down the hall, its wheels clicking softly against the floor.

“Do you need a hand?” Terry asked, approaching with a friendly smile and ready to help you with your suitcase.

"Yeah, thanks." You said with a small smile, walking to your bedroom door and walking in.

"You can put it right there, " You said, pointing at the chair before you and indicating that he should place it there. Terry glanced at you curiously as if he were too nervous to ask a question.

A moment of silent communication passes between you. Terry stepped forward, closing the distance, and you felt your heart race.

You instinctively wanted to shy away, but you fought against the urge, reminding yourself to be brave.

“I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, but I would love to take you on a date tonight. I am drawn to you and want to crack your shy shell and see what’s inside. Of course, only if you want me to," He expressed with a hopeful smile.

“I would love that, Terry,” You said with a smile. Terry smiled back, gave you his number, and set the date plans.

He walked out, winking at you as he left the bedroom. You bit your lip and excitedly squealed, jumping dramatically onto the comfortable bed.

You told the girls about the date, and they were so excited that they went upstairs to your bedroom to help you out.

“I don’t think I can do this; it's been so long since i've been on a date, and all together, I'm shy as fuck” You said, getting your nerves up.

“Babe, it’s fine. You need this, and Terry is an amazing guy. We wouldn't have brought him on this trip if we didn't know he would be perfect for you.” Sasha says, ease your anxiety a lot more.

“Sasha is right; just have fun and let go, but not too much; you might get dicknotized,” Maya smiles playfully as she hands you a sexy yellow dress that catches the light beautifully.

"This will look amazing on you," She added, her eyes sparkling excitedly. As you slipped into the dress, your nerves faded, replaced by a sense of pride.

Maya's perfume filled the room as she sprayed on you; it had a familiar and comforting aroma.

Sasha, the fashionista, was styling your box braids and applying your makeup while you looked in the mirror.

"Remember," She said, glancing over her shoulder, "confidence is key. Just be yourself."

After saying bye to Sasha and Maya, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. You were walking downstairs and Terry stood there at the bottom, clearly waiting for you.

His eyes widened, taking in every detail. You couldn't help but giggle at his look of awe. He seemed captivated by your radiant beauty, his gaze lingering on your elegant curves.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” Terry said. You smiled and looked him over, noticing he was wearing a black button-up shirt and shorts.

"Thank you. Um..you look beautif-I mean handsome!" You cursed at yourself in your mind, feeling totally embarrassed, and Terry found it cute.

"Thanks! Are you ready?" Terry asked, holding his arm out with a smile and you happily accepted.

Both of you walk leisurely down the path, arm in arm while listening to the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore accompanies you as you make your way to the charming ocean-view restaurant that overlooks the sparkling waters.

You and Terry walk inside, and the warm glow of the intimate setting welcomes you. You find a cozy table for two awaiting your arrival. Moments later, a friendly waiter approaches, ready to take your drink orders.

While waiting, Terry struck up a conversation that flowed effortlessly. His warm smile and engaging demeanor made it easy to share about yourself. With every exchanged joke and smile, you found yourself becoming more comfortable, as if he had a talent for bringing out the best in people.

His smooth charm was evident; he made you feel special and understood, gently encouraging you to step out of your shy little shell and embrace the moment because the air between you crackled with sexual tension, growing palpable by the minute.

The waiter approached your table, balancing a tray of drinks that shimmered in the dim light. He set them down before you with a polite smile. After taking your food orders, he left you both.

Terry, his eyes sparkling, leaned in closer, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“While we wait, how about we play a game of ‘Would you rather?’” Terry proposed, the excitement in his voice making the suggestion feel inviting.

"Okay," You replied, intrigued and ready to dive into the game.

“Okay, would you rather…” Terry started, propping his chin on his hand as he contemplated the question.

“Would you rather live deep in the ocean or explore the vastness of space?”

You paused for a moment, considering the options carefully. “Hmm, that’s a tough choice. But I think I would choose space,” You finally replied.

“Mmm, interesting! What makes you lean toward space?” Terry inquired, leaning forward with curiosity.

“I have always been interested in space and astronomy. If I could, I would be an astronaut, and the experience would be exciting,” You said, taking a sip of your wine.

"Wow, I would love to learn more about that, but it's your turn," Terry said, his eyes lighting up with curiosity and a warm smile spreading across his face. The "Would You Rather" game had been going for a while and had taken a slightly naughty turn.

Before long, the waiter arrives with both of your meals, setting them down on the table with a flourish. As the delightful aromas fill the air, you take a moment to appreciate the dishes before returning to Terry.

Intrigued by the connection you two are building, you changed the subject wanting to know about Terry's interests and experiences, eager to learn more about his passions.

Terry paused mid-sentence, his gaze falling on your necklace, which had come unhooked. With a gentle smile, he leaned in close and secured the clasp.

You found yourself momentarily lost in the warmth of his touch, savoring the soft caress against your dark brown skin, a delightful contrast that sent a shiver of warmth through you.

Terry pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips, and effortlessly transitioned back into talking as if nothing had happened. You couldn't help but notice his subtle game; it was working on you like a charm.

Your desire was intense, and your craving seemed to deepen with every word he spoke. You were utterly captivated, wanting him more than ever before.

After dinner, you both walk silently side by side on the beach. Your hands nearly touch until Terry grabs yours and holds it, making you smile.

You slowly look up at him, and you find that his eyes are already fixed on you.

"What?" You asked.

"Just admiring how gorgeous you are," Terry stopped you from walking by wrapping his arms around your plump waist.

You touched his chest, thinking you both would finally kiss. But Terry was teasing you again. He lifted you slightly, catching you off guard and causing you to drop your purse and heels.

“Oh my goodness, what are you doing, Terry?” You gasped, struggling to escape his firm hold on you.

“Let’s get in the water; I bet it’s cold,” He said, trying to pull you closer.

“No, Terry!” You squealed, quickly breaking free from his grasp and running away from him with your tongue sticking out.

“Hey!” he yelled, chasing after you. When he finally caught you, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and started tickling you.

You bounced up and down with laughter, trying to escape his grip. Just as Terry was about to say something, he accidentally tripped over something in the sand. Both of you fell together. You looked at him, and he looked at you.

You both laughed as Terry rolled off of you, pulling you onto his chest and kissing the top of your head, making your heart flutter. He eventually helped you out of the sand and retrieved your purse and heels.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, surprising him with the suddenness of your action. As you pulled back, a shy smile crept onto your face, and you turned your gaze to the side, feeling excitement and nervousness.

In an instant, Terry reached out, his fingers gently cupping your cheek, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes searched yours, a blend of sweetness and warmth reflected in them.

Then, without breaking his gaze, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing softly against yours as he kissed you, igniting a flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

You let out a muffled moan, feeling his hands gliding over your ass with a gentle yet teasing touch. Your breath caught in your throat, pulling away while feeling him firmly grasping it.

"Do you wanna continue this back at the villa?" Terry asked, his eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at you.

"Yes," you said, nodding firmly as you still held the gaze. Your voice remained steady, even as a whirlwind of emotions surged within you—excitement, desire, and a hint of nervousness mingled together.

Once stepped into the bedroom, Terry pressed you against the solid door. His lips met yours in a passionate, rough kiss, feeling an electric spark hit and made your heart race.

"I've been waiting to take this dress off you since I saw you in it," He murmured in your ear, running his hands down the bodice of your yellow dress.

"And it's just driving me wild," He whispered, which made you shiver.

"Well, take it off if you're brave enough," You spoke boldly, which made him smirk.

You gasped as he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed. You still couldn't get over the fact that he was so strong to pick you up, which was a turn-on for you.

He picked you down as both of you stood at the edge of the bed; he was kissing your neck, and his lips peppered on your dark-brown skin, pausing here and there to suck on the sensitive flesh.

His hand reached behind your back to find the zipper of your dress, pushing it down to your feet. You step out of it, and his hands touch your exposed breasts.

As you stood there, a wave of insecurity washed over you, causing you to shy away slightly. Just when you thought about retreating and hiding yourself, Terry stopped you. His gaze was steady and inviting, searching your eyes.

"You're beautiful, baby. Don't hide from me!" He whispers genuinely, making you feel warm inside. You kiss him as his hands grip your breasts.

You let out a soft moan, pulling away and popping his black button-up shirt open. You admired his abs and slid your fingers down his chest.

Terry shivered slightly at your touch; you had the same effect on him as he had on you. Both of you practically ripped each other's clothes. You gently laid yourself down as Terry hovered above you.

You pulled him down for another kiss as he cupped your right breast in his hand while his lips moved away from yours. His tongue dragged across the dark area of your areola.

"Such nice big tits, so good to suck," Terry growls and grabs both of your breasts with his hand, squeezing and sucking them, causing you to whimper.

"How does that feel, baby?" He asked, pulling away from sucking your nipples as his right hand traveled down to your wet folds, and circled them.

A loud moan escaped your lips, felt him push two fingers inside of you, prompting you to cover your mouth to avoid being heard by the others.

"Nah, baby girl, none of that. You have no idea how desperate I want to hear you moan for me. If you don’t let yourself make any sounds, I’ll have to find a way to draw them out."

"Yes-yes....ohhhh....It-it feels good....ahh......so good," You moaned, feeling him moved below and rested between your plump legs, glancing up at you. He spread them wide, getting a good look at your pussy.

"Mmmm, a pretty girl with a pretty pussy" He said before placing his hands on your legs and dragging his tongue between your wet folds.

"Yes....fuck....ahh fuck" You moaned, arching your back and grabbing your breasts as he repeated the action with more pressure, his tongue sliding against your bundle of nerves.

"Mmm, tastes so damn good, girl" His hands were holding your wide hips as he continued to suck and lick you dry, drawing desperate soft moans from your mouth.

Terry buried deeper between your plump legs, which was driving you crazy. The pleasure you were feeling going through your body was so overwhelming.

"Ahh fuck, Terry fucking eat this pussy, mutherfucka" You moaned, and your fingers gently caressed his head, relishing the closeness of him.

Terry chuckles. "Mmm, there you go, keep talking nasty to me, baby. I see I'm bringing the best out of you, the freak in you," He said before resuming devouring your pussy.

Another loud moan escaped your lips as the pleasure built within you, clenching around his fingers while you felt yourself getting close.

"Are you gonna cum, beautiful?" He asked, moving up to look into your eyes and began to finger fuck you fast.

"Yes, Terry, oh shit.....fuck-fuck don't stop fuck." You cried, suddenly cumming hard, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"Yeah, that's it, baby girl. Fucking cum for Daddy," Terry said, still fingering you and then smacking your pussy as wet gushing came out of you, causing you to cry.

"Shit, look at that, baby. And I did all that with my tongue and fingers; I can't wait to see how your pussy takes my dick" He said with a chuckle, licking his fingers, and you watched him coming down from your intense high.

You kissed him, slightly tasting yourself as he cupped your breast in his hand while your hand slid down his chest to his throbbing dick; you got a good look at it and gasped at it.

"Like what you see?" Terry whispered in your ear.

"Yes, it's so big," You moaned, moving your hand up and down his length as you kissed him again but deeply. A very deep moan came from his mouth when you got a little faster.

"Fuck, girl, I need you…" Terry said with a slight moan, which made you smile. He moved on top of you and slowly entered your folds, causing you to go bananas.

You were loving the fullness of his thickness inside of you as he began thrusting, drawing soft moans from you. Terry asked, looking down at you to see if it was good, but you nodded.

"Come on, baby. Don't get shy on me again; tell me how it feels?" He asked, his hands on your waist sliding down to grasp your wide hips, pulling you closer so he could bury himself deeper.

"Yes, Terry fuck me, fuck it feels good!" You moaned, wrapping your plump legs around his waist tighter, allowing a new, delicious angle that you both liked.

Your moans became louder and more frequent as his thrusts came faster but still as gently and passionately as ever.

"That's it, girl....let everyone know i'm fucking this pussy good, You like it, you like how I am fucking you" Terry moaned while his rhythm never stopped looking down at you with so much desire and lust;

"Oh yes, Daddy fuck me, it feels so good," You cried, looking up at him as he lifted your legs to his shoulders and pounding into you faster and harder but much more profound.

"Take that fucking dick like a good girl;" Terry growled, tightening his grip on your legs.

"....fuck are you about to cum, baby?" Terry moaned, feeling the warmth of your walls, clenched around him.

"Oh....yes, fuckfuckfuck..I'm-I'm cumming-" You moaned, digging your nails deep into his arms and scratching down.

"Fucking let it go, baby."

"AHHH!!" You screamed, coming hard again and Terry wasn't too far behind, cursing, pulling out; your legs immediately fell to his waist as his hot cum spurted all over your belly, making you slightly giggle.

"Shit," Terry cursed, lowered himself, and propped up on his left arm as his head buried in your neck.

He entirely collapsed on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around him. You slid your hand up and down his sweaty back while he gave you small, lazy kisses on your face and neck.

Terry rolls off you, and both of you calm down from your high. You bite your lip and turn to prop yourself up to look at him.

"That was—" You couldn't decide what word to use. It was beyond amazing, it was...

"Mind-blowing, yeah," He agreed, looking at you and lifting himself up to kiss you.

"Up for another round in the shower?"He asked, pulling away and caressing your hip.

"Yes!" Both of you smirked at each other and got out of bed to walk to the bathroom; Terry made you cum two more times that night.

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notapradagurl7 · 16 days ago

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I needed to hear this, 🥺❤️

No matter who wins this election, it’ll push the country one step closer to instability and its impending downfall, so don’t let these people stress you out. Grab your vice—wine, weed, whatever it may be—and clock out for the night. Tomorrow, we adapt and move forward.

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notapradagurl7 · 16 days ago

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#Mood

Gilmore Girls (2000 - 2007) I 2.08

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notapradagurl7 · 19 days ago

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You're so welcomee❤️🥹 thank you for reading

Not A Dream.

JoeyBada$$ x BlackFem!Dom!Succubus! Reader

Summary: In the depths of his mind, a dream of you soon became a reality when he invited you to come over, and called him. He didn't know that you were a succubus?

A/N: Happy spooky season, enjoy!🫡❤️ don't forget to leave a like, comment & reblog to support, feel free to ask for a request if you like!

Taglist: @naj-ay444 @megamindsecretlair @henneseyhoe

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Warnings: +18, pwp, dirty talk, biting, choking, dirty talk, creampie(a succubus needs cum to survive,) succubus reader, riding, dominant reader, spanking, unprotected sex(wrap it up) couch sex, praise, a submissive Joey, dacryphilia, nipple play, orgasm control (male receiving) briefly of this fic is a nightmare but he wakes up, innocent reader, corruption kink.

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“Fuckk…Joey, right there..”

His bare back was comfortably slouched against the couch, his hooded eyes fixed on the woman with your rich, melanated skin as you tilted your head back in delight, your hands placed on the armrest for support. Both were breathing heavily, the sound escaping their lips. His hand adorned with gold rings gently gripped your throat, momentarily constricting your airflow, eliciting a soft harsh gasp from you. Your glasses perched precariously at the edge of your nose.

Joey swiftly bucking his hips smirking devilishly, as you whimpered softly, your nails scratching at his biceps and chest. “J-Joey I'm got—fuck fuck..” you moaned roughly, you quickly grabbed his wrist that was still around your throat. The pleasure coursed through your body over and over again, unable to keep himself quiet, moaning quietly.

He moaned lowly and watched you lean down to kiss him but instead, your eyes glowed shone bright gold, and your fangs pierced his neck as you brought your lips to his ear, whispering. “I own you now..”

Joey's eyes flew open, abruptly awakening from his slumber on the black couch. He was panting heavily, beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead. His gaze fell to his boner, noticing a small damp spot on his grey shorts.

The recurring nightmare he had over and over again was bizarre, simple fantasies of you with your ass in the air, your back arched, you moaning his name repeatedly tugging at his heartstrings.

Was the man in love already? Possibly, whatever called out to him he has to answer.

What he didn't know was that you were a succubus, successfully gathering victim after victim through the day and night and leaving them to rot.

But you decided to spare Joey because he intrigued you in a way that none of your other conquests had. Taking on your human form was a good idea, sinking your teeth into each one.

You couldn't reveal your true form to him yet, you wanted to enjoy him for the pleasure you were going to experience. Perhaps bite him again.

There was something about his spirit, the way he held himself, that drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Fuck..” He mumbled, running a hand down his face, the male stood up from the couch and stepped into the bathroom. Bringing his face to the mirror.

The reflection staring back at him was one of confusion and desire. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream.

“This is fucking insane, Joey,” he muttered to himself. As he toweled off and dressed in a fresh pair of grey sweatpants and a matching tee shirt, after a cold shower, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Joey walked out of the bathroom with his mind on that recent nightmare he had, it felt all too real to him. It ended in the same way, a bite.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, its red digits glaring back at him. It was still early, but sleep was now a distant memory. The images of you lingered in his mind, vivid and tantalizing.

The vividness of the dream felt like a warning, or perhaps an invitation. He decided to call you.

The young male gently plopped on his couch and reached for his phone, With a deep breath, he picked up his phone, hesitating for a moment as he scrolled through his contacts until he found your name. His fingers hovered over the screen, anxiety bubbling in his chest.

Pursing his lips, he tapped your name and listened to the ring. “What if she doesn’t answer? What if I sound stupid?” But the thought of you kept pulling him back, a siren’s call he couldn't resist.

Holding the phone close to his ear, after the line trills he heard you pick up. His heart skipped a beat when he heard your voice, “Hello? Joey? ” You asked, your voice soft yet slightly raspy from just waking up, sounding surprised yet amused.

“Hey, it's good to hear your voice." Joey tried to steady his racing thoughts.

"I know it's really late, but would you like to catch up and come over?” He asked gently, raising his brows.

“Yes, I would love to, I’ll be on my way over there,” you replied with a yawn, wanting some company.

Hanging up the phone, he placed his device back on the coffee table, his heart racing with growing fervor.

With the women he spent his time within a day, he cut all of them off immediately. He could only think of you, you've been coming through his dreams a lot and he can make out your face since you are friends.

It's always been you, for some apparent reason. He found comfort in your presence, even if it was just over the phone.

You couldn't reveal your true form to him just yet, remaining in your second form of a mere mortal, you were thick, had dark brown skin, wore glasses and had Alicia Keys braids recently done and had a innocent kind of persona but a little freak in the sheets.

Moments later, Joey heard a timid knock on his door and he stood up from the couch, his sock clad feet made the way towards the front door.

As Joey approached the door, his heart raced faster. He took a deep breath and opened it, there you were.

The man almost forgot you were literally his next-door neighbor in the big yet quiet neighborhood, who was innocent yet you stood there in a cozy sweatshirt and matching sweatpants from the cold weather, a soft smile gracing your plump lips, some socks and crocs on your feet.

Your hair framed your face perfectly, and those glasses accentuated your captivating brown eyes. The warm glow of the porch light illuminating your features.

“Hey Joey,” you smiled, your voice warm and inviting. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all. I was just—thinkin’ about you.” Joey replied, scratching the back of his neck, trying to downplay the heat rising in his cheeks.

You stepped inside, glancing around the spacious living room. “Nice place you got here. Very cozy,”

“Thanks, it’s nothin’ fancy. Just a couch and some fuckin’ music, you know?” He replied, clearing his throat and closing the door behind himself. Locking it with a swift flick of his wrist.

You can sense the nervous energy radiating from Joey as he gestures for you to take a seat on the couch. The orange glow from the lamp pooled around the room, enveloping it in a comforting warmth.

You walked further into the living room as he followed behind you, plopping down on the couch, your demeanor relaxed yet inviting. “So…what’s up? You sounded a little frantic on the phone.”

Joey took a seat across from you, his heart pounding. “I just had one of those fuckin’ dreams again. The ones with you.” He paused, gauging your reaction. “It felt so damn real. It’s like I could feel everything.”

You leaned forward, your curiosity piqued. “Oh? Care to share?”

Obviously, you knew what he meant, but you wanted to hear it from him. Joey hesitated, searching for the right words.

He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. “It was fuckin’ intense. You were there, and I could feel your hands on me. You were bitin’ me.”

“Biting you?” you teased, your lips curling into a playful smirk.

“Yeah,” he admitted, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “And it was like you were more than just yourself. Like you had this energy,”

You only sat there with your eyes glimmering with innocence. “What do you mean by ‘something else’?”

Joey swallowed hard, the atmosphere between you thickening with unspoken words. “It’s just a feeling I have. You were different from when we hang out. Like there was a part of you I hadn’t seen before.”

You leaned back, crossing your arms, your gaze unwavering. “Different how?”

“There’s a side to you that you don’t show. A side that’s more…intense.” He felt bold as he spoke, the dream still echoing in his mind.

You pushed your glasses to the bridge of your nose, pondering his words. “And does that make you nervous?” you asked him.

Joey shook his head from side to side, his demeanor now more confident and a smirk curled upon his attractive face. “Nah, not nervous. I’ve always wondered if you had a wild side hidden beneath that cool exterior,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours.

Did Jo-Vaughn sense a corruption kink in the air, It didn't make him nervous? You had a feeling that he never feared anything but was instead drawn to the complexity and mystery.

Now was your time to be nervous, Your eyes quickly moved to the coffee table, avoiding his piercing gaze. The air around you seemed to thrum with anticipation.

“Look at me, Y/N..” He demanded with his voice raising an edge. You hesitated for a moment before slowly lifting your eyes to meet his, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

Your eyes hesitated before meeting his gaze again, uncertainty lacing your expression. The heat pooling in your cheeks, you cleared your throat and scooted closer to the young male.

“I ain't scared of you, Y/N” Joey spoke with confidence, as if he figured out your secret. But you knew he always did his research, not on the Internet. Through your trips with him to the library.

“Are you sure about that?” you asked him with a small smirk, teeth sunk between your bottom lips. Awakening that demon from within you, steadily taking breaths to calm the sexual energy flowing from you.

“Show me that lil’ demon inside you, baby,” The young male said seductively,

Capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, the moment your mouths met it was as if a switch had been flipped. The kiss deepened, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he responded with equal fervor.

Joey’s hands found their way to your waist, gripping you tightly as he pressed you back against the couch, his body pressing against yours. You could feel his warmth, his desire radiating off him in waves.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your lips, breaking the kiss for a moment, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re so damn intoxicating.”

“Just wait until you see how intoxicating I can really be,” you replied with a teasing smile, your eyes glinting with mischief. You could feel the energy crackling between you.

You didn’t need to be told twice. With a swift motion, you pushed him back, flipping the dynamic as you straddled him. “You wanted to see, remember?”

His breath caught in his throat as you hovered above him, your body poised and ready. Clothes were littered across the floor and his eyes were on your body, the light from the lamp glimmered on your skin. His hand smacked your ass roughly causing you to hiss.

Just like his dream, your hands rested on the armrest of the couch and you gently slid down on his dick, gasping as every inch of him filled you completely, “All the way down..fuck..good girl..” he praised.

You began to move your hips against him, your glasses resting at the tip of your nose, “fuck…fuck..joey!” you cried out harshly, your tears falling from your eyelids. Nails left welts on his back, his

His head fell back against the couch with his hooded eyes watching your facial expressions change, you screaming for your life in pleasure, “You look so pretty while I fuck you,” he grumbled, his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed it, your essence pooling around his dick completely. You couldn't speak but you could moan loudly.

“So you've been hiding this side from me?” Joey asked with a groan, his teeth sunk into his bottom lips. His hand had a vice grip on your waist, keeping you balanced and pleased. Smacking your ass roughly again while pinching your nipples and your words caught in your throat.

His dacryphilia and corruption kink kicked in at the right time, “I want to see you fall apart for me, every part of you break baby,” Joey urged on,

Resting the side of your face on his shoulder and your tongue gliding across his neck, pecking the bite marks you left, he grunted deeply and remembered the dream, he thrusts deeper, hitting all the right spots, and throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“So you're the demon from my dreams?” he grunted deeply, he went harder with his thrusts and groaned quietly. The energy was leaving him and entering him simultaneously, it felt good but he had to enjoy for now. Watching you scream loudly

He kept his grip on your neck and brought your face close to his, your eyes glow a red hue, “Joey,” you whispered, your breath hitching as you felt the intensity of his gaze upon you.

“You have no idea what you’re getting into.” you moaned softly, you picked up the pace with your hips and both of you went faster, harder. Breathes and whispers of each other’s names, The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Moaning in response.

“God, you’re so responsive, it's like you were made for you,” he breathed, lost in the rhythm of your bodies moving together.

You matched his pace and kept on until he was groaning, he bit down on his lips, “You hear that wet ass pussy?” he groaned in your ear, smacking your ass again and leaving a handprint.

With a low moan, he felt his climax in response and released his load of warm cum inside of you, quickly cumming with him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, and felt your body shake weakly, “M-More..please..” you sobbed weakly, he thrusts to bury more of his cum inside you.

“J-just like that..” you sighed in bliss, he gently lifted you off of his dick and placed you beside him on the couch. You the energy flows through you.

“I gotta get you a plan B in the mornin’ baby,” He mentioned, kissing her lips tenderly.

You chuckled nervously, his forehead resting against yours. “Oh..um..you don't have to get that,”

He looked at you with confusion, “You're already on birth control?”

You hesitated for a moment, the weight of your truth hanging in the air. “I’m not just a human, Joey. I’m a succubus. You've read about us right?”

His expression shifted, curiosity piqued. “Yeah, I did, but I never thought until you showed up,”

“Wait…” he began, processing your words. “So you really are that ‘demon’ from my dreams?”

“Yes,” you confessed, “but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

Joey’s eyes widened slightly, but there was no fear—only fascination. “So, you chose to spare me?”

“Something like that,” you nodded, a nervous smile gracing your lips. “You’re different, Joey. You intrigue me.”

He grinned, the warmth in his eyes returning. “Guess I’m lucky, huh?”

“Very lucky,” you teased lightly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

“Then let’s make this a reality,” he said, pulling you closer, his voice low and serious. “No more dreams, just us.”

You smiled, your heart racing at the thought. “I can get used to that.”

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