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sageispunk · 4 days

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are you ever gonna post the method man fics 😩

what's it gonna be? (18+)

pairing: Silas P. Silas x black!reader

↳ When two friends finally get a night alone...

wordcount: 2.5k+

warnings: this is all smut fr, fwb to lovers, daddy kink!!!, P in V sex, reader is referred to as "girl" "ma" "mama" "boo", squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! reader for a sec, light choking, hint at/mention of weed use, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, nipple play...lmk if i missed any!!

A/N: ask and you shall receive!! (sorry for the wait though, i've had this sitting unfinished for a min cause i didn't know if anyone actually wanted it LMAO) i hope u like it anon and anyone else, lmk how u feel in the comments!! pls like + reblog as well MWAH 🫶🏾

“Damn girl…”

Silas groaned below you, with his big hands gripping your hips as you moved up and down his length. The two of you locked desperate eyes, communicating nothing but everything at the same time.

You needed this as much as he did, especially once that familiar green haze behind your eyes set in. You were on your feet, using the strength in your legs and knees to increase your pace on him. With each bounce you could feel him deep inside your belly, touching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

You also couldn't figure out how his tall self managed to squeeze into your twin XL dorm bed, but you weren’t in any position to question it either. The room was dark, only illuminated by the dim screen of your television on the dresser, in addition to the red LED lights on the wall above you. Whichever tv show began when your movie went off went unnoticed, their conversations drowned out by the breathy pants escaping your lips.

The lewd sounds filling up the room had you both in heaven. Beautiful brown bodies under that rouge coloring– moaning, grunting, smacking, and squishing. Like one of those early 2000s classic Ebony films–just nasty. You could only hope no one could hear from outside your door.

You moved your hips up and down, taking him all the way down to the base each time, biting your lip with a debauched look on your face. You watched as Silas moaned, loud and needy and uncaring, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your confidence shot up through the roof, leading you to take a little more control. You held his jaw with your dominant hand, bringing your lips up to his earlobe and letting your mouth run off whatever popped into your head, not leaving a second to second guess yourself.

“Does it feel good when I do it like that?”

With your soft, teasing voice in his ears, you squeezed your inner walls, slowing yourself a bit and ignoring that growing burn in your thighs. “You betta stop it, girl..” His voice came out grunted, rough. His fingers dug into your hips as he struggled to hold onto his nut, a deep moan vibrating through his chest.

“What about when I do it like that? Hmm?”

You felt him nodding against your skin before his hips stuttered, kissing your spot perfectly for only a split second. Your body jerked up, momentarily frozen around him as your vision went white. “Silas, FUCK, I’m–!!!”

“Yeahhh, let it out baby..” He murmured, a goofy, cocky grin spreading across his face. Even then, you could still tell that he was struggling to hold on, with your pussy pulsing, nearly suffocating him like a goddamn boa constrictor.

Silas kept his eyes on you, his focus wandering up and down, and back and forth, his mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to fixate on only one part of you. He loved your thighs–every time you’d wear this particular pair of biker shorts that defined each of your curves, he would have to mentally go elsewhere just to keep from bursting out his jeans.

Your breasts also held a special place in his heart, especially in those times where he’d seek you out for comfort, resting against the soft, cushiony headrest that your chest provided. Similarly, the softness of your tummy was something he could never turn down, he’d be touching on it every time you showed a little extra skin in a crop top or a backless dress.

As you slowed down to a stop on top of him, he let his hands wander. His left hand traveled up your side, slowly, taking in your beautiful map of scars and stretch marks on the way. Once his thick fingers reached your breasts, they traced around your mocha areolas before latching onto your hardened nipples. Silas rubbed and pinched lightly, alternating between teasing each as he watched the euphoric haze grow across your face.

“Silas…” You still were sensitive from your sudden orgasm, slightly trembling from the aftershocks as he touched you. Nevertheless, that warmth and excitement began to flood your core once again, that hunger taking over your every thought. His hard dick throbbing eight inches deep inside your core didn't help either. But you needed more, you craved to see him, feel him come undone inside of you.

You gasped as his right hand made its way to your throat, keeping your gaze steadily on his. The grip of his fingers on your skin had you feeling weak, and under his spell. And his voice, all deep and rough and dripping with desire.

“I gotchu mama, just tell me what you need..” Your eyes scanned over his face, taking in the glaze of sweat on his forehead, above his furrowed eyebrows, as well as the slight pout in his plump bottom lip. You wanted to bite it so bad. “Tell daddy what you need, baby, I gotta hear you.”

Silas repeating the nickname you accidentally gave him the first time you’d hooked up made your tummy flutter. You couldn’t believe it yourself when the word flew out your mouth, while you blurredly watched him take you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror in some frat party bathroom. From then he never let you forget it. He always made sure to remind you of his special status, without fail making you cum harder than anyone else ever had, every single time.

“Cum in me, Si...please.”

The plea fell from your lips as you lazily swirled your hips in his lap, enjoying the way his curved length rubbed deliciously against all your inner spots. Like you were made to fit one another. Your hands held onto his right arm as he continued to choke you, only slightly tightening his grip around your throat. The growing lack of air made you tense around his dick, whining and moaning out as he spoke. “You know if I cum in this pussy, that means it's mine, right?”

Hearing those words with that thick New York accent while he was so deep in your belly nearly made you cum again. Leaning in, you nodded your response with your gaze fixed directly on his brown eyes.

A look of understanding flashed across Silas’ face for a second, before he released your throat, hand settling on the nape of your neck to bring you in closer. Your plush lips met his own as he swallowed down your moans, exploring your mouth with his hungry tongue.

You opened up, letting him take control of the nastiest kissing you’ve ever participated in–tongues dancing, spit swapping, lip sucking until both of your mouths were glistening. Sinful.

Silas’ free hand squeezed your hip, grounding you on top of him as he began to slowly grind up into you. Your mouths separated but your faces remained close as he held the back of your neck. Silas watched your face contort while he deepened his stroke inside you, letting you feel every single inch in your stomach.

The only thing you could focus on was his mouth, and how much you wanted that bottom lip back in your mouth. Fuzziness took over your brain, your eyes tearing up from the agonizingly slow but deep pace he was set on.

The moment was intimate, much more than it had been previously, closer and slower than all those other times Silas had you broken you down. For the past few weeks, you resorted to quickies on the bathroom counter if you were at a party, in either of your cars parked somewhere dark, you’d even let him finger you under the table in the library while you were supposed to be “studying”. And now, with your roommate gone for the weekend, you were finally able to have a nice, passionate moment in a bed.

In a way, the rushed, adrenaline-filled aspect of all your previous entanglements in those less intimate settings kept you from taking a deeper look at your relationship with Silas. You were friends, albeit much, much closer than “normal” friends should be. You met in a shared biology lecture, after Silas showed up late–and high as hell–and the only seat left open was to your right. You eventually agreed to become study partners, and you didn’t mind when some of those late night study sessions in Silas’ dorm turned into heated smoke sessions, which further turned into nasty intoxicated confessions from you both.

Silas propped his feet up, lifting his hips before flipping you both over. He placed his hands on the backs of your knees, pushing back and kneeling down to lick a slow, wide stripe up your glossy cunt. You cried out from the new stimulation, squirming in his grasp.

“You taste so mothafuckin’ good, girl..” He moaned against your pussy in appreciation, slurping up your juices and rhythmically sucking on your clit with those pretty ass lips of his. You were entranced, eyes stuck on the scene in front of you, wondering what good you had done in this world to deserve all the bliss flowing through your system.

You watched as he pulled back from your pussy, chin glistening in your essence. He spread your sticky lips apart with two big fingers, hungrily watching you clench and pulse around nothing. The ravenous look in his eyes as he stared at your pussy turned you on like no other. They met yours again, and he licked and bit on his lip, letting you know that he was craving more, just as you were.

Your eyes and mouth fell wide open when Silas let a string of warm spit fall directly onto your clit, both the sensation and the view filling you with an immense amount of pleasure. You could feel the electricity flowing from your pussy to your toes, and back up through your spine, a complete shock to your system.

He let your legs fall to the side, big, warm hands on your face as he leaned in, kissing you once more. The sounds of you both groaning into each other's mouths as you tasted yourself on his lips echoed throughout the room. Your hips grinded up against his, needing to feel his length on and in you again. He pulled away first, one of his hands coming down to pin your knee out to the side, setting you still in place. “You want me to cum in this pussy?”

You nodded, almost too eagerly. There was nothing else on your mind but the vision of him leaking out of you, vanilla cream dripping down your lips, the perfect match for your coffee complexion.

“Use ya words, boo.”

You reached up, manicured hands pulling his face to just a couple inches from your own. He watched, expectantly, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips and back up again. You could feel him now, twitching and leaking against your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him most. “Cum in your pussy, Daddy.”

With a curse under his breath, he sheathed himself inside of you in a quick movement, pausing once he filled you to the base. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared into your eyes, mouth hung open like he’d never felt the warm, tight hug of your cunt around him before. His breath faltered, warm breath against your lips and vulnerability written across his face.

Your own breath was caught in your chest when he slid back, and then forced out when he pushed inside, gliding through your slick walls with ease. A wail escaped your lips as he punished your pussy, or at least that’s what it felt like he was doing. Reminding you of who he was. And reminding you of who you were.

Your eyes clamped shut, toes curling and spine arching up off the bed more and more each time he touched your precious g-spot. Another orgasm began to build within your core, your body tightening up underneath him as you fiercely dug your teeth into your bottom lip.

Curses flew from your lips, broken and jumbled together, barely making any sense. You released his face, blindly allowing your hands to find his shoulders for support. Silas leaned down, moaning and groaning in your ear, filling you up with his dick before taking it all away, over and over and over again.

“Daddyyy…fuck!!!”

“Tell me it’s mine, baby, c’mon ma, I’m so fuckin’ close…”

Your bodies were sticky with sweat and all your juices, creating the nastiest smacking sound each time he plunged inside. “It’s yours, I swear to god, it’s all yours baby, ohmyfuckinggoddd…” You rambled off, barely even able to hear your own words. Your brain was much more focused on the ecstacy spreading through your entire body, making you tingle from your head to your toes. “I’m gonna cum, daddy, please don’t stop!!”

“Give it to me, baby, c’mon, gimme that shit!” He kept the pace strong, not letting up until you fell apart on his dick one final time, this time with your juices spraying and splashing between your bodies. Your tightness mixed with the sudden wetness of your squirt sent him over the edge, causing him to yell out as he finally released deep inside you.

“Fuuuck!!” His hips twitched and stuttered as he emptied himself out, not daring to pull out while you were still grasping onto him from underneath.

You whimpered, your body trembling, shaking like a leaf as your nails dug into his shoulders, deep enough to leave a few red crescent-shaped marks. The feeling of his nut filling you gave you the warmest feeling in your tummy, satisfaction spreading through your mind, body, and soul.

The two of you rested for a moment, the sounds of your heavy breathing became your only focus. The audience laughter from the television was more noticeable now, but neither of you could care less. Silas let more of his weight fall on you, cradling you from above while you calmed down your breathing. You turned your face, tucking yourself into his neck and leaving a few soft kisses on the damp skin in appreciation.

Silas softly chuckled when you teased him with your tongue against his collarbone, knowing you both were too tuckered out for another round just yet. He pulled out of you, slowly, hissing at the overstimulation on his sensitive length. Sitting back on his knees in between your legs, he watched in admiration as seed spilled from your swollen lips, giving him a perfect view of the most beautiful painting he’s ever laid his eyes on–better than anything he’s seen in the MET.

Observing his mark on you–in you–was gratifying, a surge of endearment and devotion growing within his own core. “C’mere..”

You obeyed, lazily allowing him to reposition you on top of his chest, your faces just centimeters apart.

“Tell me somethin’ real quick...you meant it?”

That vulnerable look was back, although he did try to hide it by avoiding eye contact, instead focusing on your slightly puffy lips, swollen from all the kissing and biting and sucking. You knew what he was talking about, and you knew it was more than just dirty sex talk–something had been growing between the two of you and it was undeniable at this point.

“Every word.”

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notapradagurl7 · 1 month

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Mine.

Black Fem! Reader x Method Man as “Jordan”

Summary: You and Jordan were becoming closer, both of you were successful businesses and he wanted to be in a relationship with you. But you play some games with him by teasing and underestimating him how powerful he can be in the bedroom.

A/N: whew, i missed writing about him😩 enjoy and don't forget to re-blog, comment, like to support!

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Requested by @keyera-jackson

Warnings: PWP, +18, profanity, blindfold, spanking, use of ice, use of chocolate, oral(fem receiving) dirty talk, praise, too much damn teasing, straight-up filth, slight fluff, age gap relationship.

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You sat across the male with your champagne glasses clinking together, discussing your business. Smiling at him, the laughter and taking a sip. relishing in the success and celebration for your companies.

“I'm so glad that we had this talk about our business colliding," You exclaimed with a smile.

“I’m glad about that too,” he chuckled lightly, placing his glass on the table. His tongue glided over his lips made your clit throb.

You were 31 years old, and worked as a successful businesswoman for your real estate company, while he was a successful wealthy businessman.

The two of you met at a black-owned coffee shop, you were in a hurry but spilled your coffee on the floor. You were irritated and exhaled lowly.

He bought you coffee, "Let me help you with that," he said, grabbing some napkins and bending down to clean up the mess.

You noticed the way his suit hugged his frame perfectly, his muscles evident even under the fabric. The man bought you a new coffee and blueberry muffin, which was your favorite. How did he know that? You smirked to yourself, thinking about how much fun it would be to unravel this man.

There was undeniable chemistry between the two of you, he stood up from the chair across from you but he wanted you and you did the same. “Wait.. Y/N” he replied.

Ever since his heinous divorce with his wife Denise after her infidelity with various men and women. He had doubts about finding love again until he met you, it was as if it was written in the stars.

After experiencing several difficult breakups, you chose to remain single. Everything was great with him; in fact, it was ideal.

Meant to be, as someone would say. He wanted to take it slow with you, which you didn’t mind at all. He treated you like a queen, and pampered you. He had given you his black card to take you shopping, on trips.

But you were obstinate at first, you had your money, lived in a house and paid your bills. You had a car and a great job.

He wanted you to spend all his money which fell back into his lap again, get it right back for you. For your smile, for your

You told him that you didn't want money to be the root of your relationship, you wanted to be with him. He understood that completely.

You halted yourself in your tracks, looking up at the man that towered above you. Damn he is fine. “Yes?” You replied with a warm smile.

He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you close to him, “I want you to be my woman and I can’t deny what we have together baby..” he confessed softly, lowering his head to peck your lips.

Your heart thumped out of your chest, your face grew warm and you thanked God that he couldn’t see you blush. “I agree with you.." you mumbled.

You chose to poke fun at him, engaging in some playful banter. It would be entertaining for a few weeks, and since you had his number, a bit of teasing wouldn’t be a problem, right?

Y/N underestimates how powerful he can be in the bedroom. So, she plays some games with him.

You gently pushed him away from you and he lightly chuckled, “I can’t deny what we have either, but I’ll need to think about your proposal, Jordan. Let me sleep on it,” you said with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Jordan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your playful response. “Oh, so you're going to make me wait, huh? Playing hard to get, I see,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

You chuckled, enjoying the banter between the two of you. “Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. You'll just have to find out, won't you?” you taunted, a playful glint in your eye.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. “Oh, I love a challenge,” he said, his warm breath ghosting over your ear.

Your breath hitched at his words, feeling a shiver run down your spine. “Is that so? We'll see about that,” you shot back, a smirk tugging at your lips.

The tension between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with desire and anticipation. You knew you were playing with fire, but the thrill of the chase was too enticing to resist.

He observed you leave, the way your hips moved and the bounce in your step made him bite his lip. Jordan walked next to you and held the door open.

You moved ahead, and he trailed after you, observing as you headed to your car in the pleasant evening. "Have a good night baby.."

“Fine ass, shorty must think I’m playin’ because I’m not…”

The first week while you were on the job, he sent you a text, your eyes glued to the vibrant screen.

Jordan: Why are you doing this to me?

Your thumbs tapping across the keyboard on your phone screen with a smirk on your face.

Y/N: Doing what, Jordan?

Jordan: Playing hard to get. I know you want me just as much as I want you.

Y/N: Oh really now? I guess you'll just have to wait and see.

Jordan: I'm a patient man, but don't push it too far, baby.

Y/N: Wouldn't dream of it, Jordan. Can't make it too easy for you, can I?

The teasing continued back and forth between you, each message heating up the tension between the two of you. It was a dangerous game you were playing, but the thrill was addicting.

A riposte here, and a double entendre there.

After weeks and weeks of playful banter, sweet torturous teasing of each other.

It was Saturday night which meant you were dressed in a tee shirt that hung to your thighs. Panties underneath and watching classic movies with popcorn and a soda, it was perfect.

You’ve gotten a text and call from Jordan, asking you if it was okay with you if he come over. You typed yes, show me what you have in store.

You opened the door with a coy smile, inviting him in. Jordan stepped inside in grey hoodie and matching sweatpants.

His eyes dark with desire as he looked at you. "I'm here to show you just how much you've been missing out on, baby," he whispered, his voice low and husky. You closed and locked the door quickly.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, knowing that tonight was going to be unforgettable. He took your hand and led you to the couch, where he blindfolded you gently.

Laid on the couch with your feet planted on the brown hardwood floors, he peppered kisses along your neck with his teeth sinking into your brown skin. Leaving hickeys to let anyone know.

“You are sexy as fuck, smart as fuck, but you’ve been teasing all week long and now you're gonna fuckin’ get it..” he teased, his finger trailing a lazy pattern along your skin.

He grabbed the chocolate syrup and an ice cube from the cold fridge, and lifted the cap. gently spreading it in circles on your areola. You shivered and gasped once he took your breast in his mouth. A wave of pleasure washed over you as he suckled around your breast clean.

“Please..shit, I need your dick..” you begged him, pouting your lips.

“You've been a bad girl, you don't get some dick…yet.” Jordan growled, pinching your nipple while spanking your ass again.

His hand fondled on your breast, eliciting moans from you. “J-Jordan..fuckk! Please!” you groaned, closing your legs shut. He brought his lips to your ear.

“You've been good so far, hearing you beg turns me on..”

He hooked his fingers between your black panties and pulled them down, leaving them on the floor. You gently parted your legs and his hand gently trailed the ice along your breasts, feeling the drop on your clit. Moans echoed through the room. “Ouuu..”

You grew tired of the teasing, you quickly snatched off the blindfold, but you found his head between your thighs. His tongue glided over your throbbing clit, your essence pooling around his lips then trickled down his breaded chin. Making a mess of him and on the couch.

“Fuck..Jordan..” you moaned softly, rolling your hips against his mouth. His large hand latched on your thighs, resting them on his shoulders. Spanking your ass roughly.

“Why did you take off your blindfold when I was supposed to tell you to?” He teased, his two fingers parting your slick folds, gently pushing them inside.

He paid more attention to your clit using his tongue while his fingers pumped in and out of you, “M-more..ahh!” you moaned loudly, your

Why was such sweet torture from the man you've been teasing all week long, he wanted to be yours, he wanted to give you everything in the world that wouldn’t dare see you how he saw you.

His hands immediately went to your hips, pulling you closer as his tongue danced with yours. Straddling his lap as you captured his lips in a searing kiss, “Now you get your reward, babygirl..” he whispered, before your climax came he pulled out his fingers.

You held his thick dick in your hand, grabbing a condom from the dresser. Passing it to him, he gently slid the condom on his dick, his finger pulled on it to make sure that there was more room.

Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, his eyes burning with desire.

You nodded eagerly, guiding him inside you, the feeling of fullness making you gasp in pleasure. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one hitting you in all the right spots. “Yes! Faster…baby..” you hollered, your moans filled the room as you both moved together in perfect harmony.

He obliged by rolling his hips upwards, the pace was fast and sporadic. He bites down his bottom lip, tilting his head to the side, watching his dick disappear in and out of you.

Your mouth was agape, speaking gibberish and wrapped around his muscular shoulders. “Such a wet and tight pussy, what did I do to deserve you?”

“Y-you’re so good to me..” you slurred, rolling your hips a bit faster. Drool trickled down your lips.

The man fucked you assiduously like he had something to prove, his grunts turned to deep moans. “You're so beautiful, made for me..” he groaned deeply, His eyes rolled back at your pussy soaking his dick and the tightness in your walls. He felt the love with every heartbeat.

He whispered sweet praises in your ear, “You feel so fucking good around my dick..” he praised, he went harder, his hand spanked your ass. You squealed and he left a handprint on your asscheek.

“I never wanted to be with anyone else, only you.” he said seductively, his hand gripping your chin in an erotic way, bringing your lips to his.

The intensity of his words only heightened the pleasure coursing through your body. “You’re loving, considerate, and don't take shit from anybody. I love everything about you.” he praised, your ass smacked against his pelvis, making a clapping sound.

As you both reached your peak, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the euphoria of the moment. You came undone on his dick, he moaned at the feeling of you and he spilled his seed into the condom.

Afterward, you collapsed into each other's arms, he lifted you off of his length, gently basking in the afterglow of your passion, taking off the condom while tying the ends and throwing it away in the trash can.

“You good baby?” he asked in concern, raising his brows.

“Y-yeah, I'm good..”

You almost dozed off until he gently picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the bathroom, “Don't play with me ever again, I’m yours and you're

mine, you heard?” he spat, pecking your temple. His New York accent left his lips.

You hummed lightly, laying the side of your head on his shoulder. “My bad, i’ll be good Jordan. But you damn near broke my back..”

He lightly chuckled, his hand rubbing your back in soothing circles. “My fault sweetheart, I’ll be gentle next time..” he smiled.

As he flipped the light switch. Bringing light to the spacious room, He turned the faucet, you heard the squeak.

Filling the tub with foam soap, at the right temperature, You were placed in the tub, allowing the water to soothe the ache in your body and pussy, sighing blissfully. You watched him walk into the shower and proceed to wash himself clean.

You washed yourself clean using the washcloth, dried yourself off and you fell asleep in the bed with him. His arm wrapped over you lovingly, smiling in your sleep, dressed in your clean panties and an oversized tee shirt.

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