#Smuttywriter

[x-gon-give-it]

Writing a smuttyWriting a saucy one-shot for a friend and WHOOO been a hot minute since I've written smut. Just finished writing/editing a blowjob scene and I think it's going pretty well ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Crossing my fingers that I can get this posted by the end of the week! It's going to be a precursor one-shot to my assassin Spideypool fic Misfire (link included if you're interested).

If not, you wont' need to read the main fic to understand the one-shot and vice versa. This is just for fun :3

[blkgirlcafe]

Andy Barber x Plus Size! OC!

Just a Preview, idk if I wanna finish…

Laurie tried to act like she didn’t see but she knew. She knows all about you, because that’s all Andy talked about now. How great you where, how everyone loved you, how hard you work. 

There had to be more going on. This was the 3rd call of hers that went straight to voice mail. 

She knows. 

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“ Damm if I do, Damm if I don’t. You know I got a girl back home…” 

Andy kept his head down as he softly knocked on the hotel door. He heard the door unlock and swing opened. The woman of his dreams stood on the other side. The soft green lingerie perfectly complimented her brown skin. 

Laurie could never pull this off, even before Jacob. He shook his head to clear it of his wife. 

“Andrew…” her voice was slutry, tempting him in ways he didn’t think was possible. 

Everything happen so fast. Andy pushed her into the room, closing the door with a kick. Not bothering with the latch hook. 

His senses exploded with her. The scent that first caught his attention when you came into his office to introduce yourself. Spicy, like cinnamon with a hint of floral. He could breath you in all day, maybe that’s why he was always in your office. 

You were soft and plush under his grip. Andy strong grip on your hips, trying to pull you closer as your lips collided. He was finally getting what he wanted, you. Andy hand slid down, grabbing your ass. His tongue swirled around your mouthing, wanting to claim it. 

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Laurie finally dialed the number she didn’t want to. 

“Hey Neal, you wouldn’t happen to know where Andy is? He isn’t answering my calls and it’s urgent.” 

“As a matter of fact I do, and Laurie, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news…” 

She knows 

[mauvecherie-writes]

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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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Love Galore

The Weekend | Got It Covered For... | Keep Him Satisfied Through... | Make Him Lose His Mind... | You Like Nine to Five, I’m... | Love Galore |

Summary: It’s been two years since the last time Andy saw you. Even after all that time he’s still the one you come to when don’t have anyone else to turn to.

Pairings: Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Words: 7.8 K

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, swearing, infidelity, Daddy kink, mentions of abusive relationship, mention of death, breeding kink, missionary, rough sex, squirting, creampie, oral (female receiving), degradation, dirty talk

(A/N: It’s here! I’ve finally done it! I’ve finished my first series EVER! LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!! This was a fun complicated run considering this shit was supposed to be a one shot.Then it became two. Now I’m here with this long ass thing not believing that I’ve finally finish something. Honestly this is huge for me. Anyway. I’d like to think everyone that’s read this and enjoyed this little adventure and I hope you like this. Please, like, follow, and reblog. This shit got so long it wouldn’t even let me type on my phone anymore.)

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Andy had told himself he was doing the right thing. Had talked himself into it on the drive home that day. When those words came out of your mouth, he didn’t need to hear ‘you’re over.” When to the two of you, ‘I quit,’ meant the same thing.

He remembered sitting in his office. Head tilted back with his mouth open. Thinking about the way you’d walked away from him before turning back around. For a second he thought you’d come back to him. Maybe  you had a change of heart in that split second. Except you’d left and all he could do was slam his door and sit. Thinking about all the things he could have done to stop it from getting to this point.

Looking back, all he could think about were all the things that he could have done differently. How he should have held you tighter that night. Thinking about how he should have kept an eye on you instead of going back to sleep. How he should have just ended things with Laurie after that first I love you.

When he woke up this morning, there was a fleeting thought about you. Just like when he’d go to sleep. Always wondering if you were okay or if you missed him. He’d never been able to stop thinking about you. Always wondering if you were okay or if you missed him. Always thinking about the way your eyes had glazed over that last time he saw you. That at least you told him you loved him back.

Andy went on with his day with you stuck in his mind. Had a lunch meeting with colleagues like any normal Wednesday afternoon. Since the restaurant was across the street from this park, he decided to take a walk. He had to get back to work, but he could take some time to smell the roses. Butterflies fluttering around all the bushes of flowers.  It was springtime which always made him think of you. It was your favorite time of year. He remembered how he’d send you a bouquet to your desk almost every day just to see you smile. Fuck he missed shit like that.

He was heading back to his car when he saw those familiar eyes peering up at him. All glazed over and filled with shock. His heart felt like it’d been jump started. Those butterflies dancing around your head like you were part of a dream.

“Y/N...” he trailed off, not even thinking as his legs started moving until he was closer and closer to you. He couldn’t stop himself. Needed to make sure you were really there.

“Andy,” you breathed out. “Hi.”

 “Hey.” his chest heaving from how he had to catch up to you. His eyes still sincere like there was still love in them. That same smile he seemed to have reserved for you on his face. “Wow. I can’t believe I’m... how are you?”

You nodded. “Good,” you said taking in a deep breath. Except he knew better. He’d seen the way you’d looked at him. “I’m good.”

“That’s good,” he said, letting it go because he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to pry. “Did that letter of recommendation do you any good?”

“Oh yeah I actually got a job with this publisher last year.”

His smile grew. This pride showing in his face for you. “Seriously? Fuck I knew you could do it.”

“Yeah, I love it, so thank you for that.” You said, offering up a tiny smile.

“You didn’t need me.” He shrugged. “You probably would have gotten it all on your own.”

After two years and still all he could think about was reaching out to touch you. That maybe if he hugged you, you’d spill whatever was bothering you. Hell, even if he was reading too much into things, he still wished he could at least hold you a little.

“Yeah, well it certainly helped.”

“How you been? You look good.”

“Thanks,” you said with a chuckle. “You do, too. I’m okay, I guess. How about you?”

Andy shrugged. “As good as I can be,” he replied. “Can’t complain, I guess.”

You started grabbing your stuff. “I’d love to stay and chat, but my lunch break is almost over.”

“You still have my number?” He asked. “Maybe we can get coffee some time?”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you answered. “

“Oh, well, it was good seeing you,” he said, now feeling like his heart had instead dropped to his stomach. 

“You, too.” You smiled. “Take care, okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. You, too. Call me if... if you ever need anything.”

“I will,” you replied, finally standing up. “It was nice seeing you.” There was this look in your face. Like you were hesitating for some reason. He wanted so badly to ask what was wrong, but that wasn’t his right anymore. He’d fucked that up two years ago.

“Yeah, you too,” he said.

He hadn’t been able to get you out of his mind since that day. How you looked. The way your eyes looked. How bad he wished he’d hugged you. It’d been a few weeks since then and he started doing what he always did. Burying himself in work because what else did he have.

Andy didn’t just miss the sex or anything, but he did miss the closeness. Of you surrounding him in your warmth. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how much he missed you. It got so bad he didn’t even move into the apartment when him and Laurie finally separated. That whole place only made him think of you. It was like your scent lingered in every room. It was too much.

This was the last thing he needed right now. To think about you. When the separation finally happened and he’d moved to the city to get away from all the old memories of not just you, but his old life he’d thought about finding you so many times. Instead, he busied himself with work. It was better than walking around moping everywhere he went. At least like this he could keep his mind busy. 

He remembered how you used to scold him for working too much which always kept you behind because he’d have you sit in his lap as he finished up. Not that you minded that part. You’d shower him in kisses and love between scrolling through your phone.

As he started to get ready to go home, he thought back to the night you’d hooked up. That office party where Laurie had ditched him to go out. The night he decided to say fuck it because if she could have her fun then he deserved to have his, too. Especially after everything they’d been through.

Honestly, he was surprised they’d lasted as long as they did. Not that everything that happened was their fault or that he even hated Laurie for the things that were. Even though life hadn’t gone in the direction either of them expected it to, holding things against her made him feel even worse.

Except for you. The way she’d barged in that night. After having the nerve to get angry at him. Andy knew he’d crossed a lot of lines in your relationship because ‘I love yous’ and the apartment weren’t part of the deal. That didn’t mean she had any right to intervene.

He tried to push it out of his mind. Instead focusing on the radio as he drove home. He was trying to work passed all of that. It wasn’t good to dwell. Especially on that night.

Or how the last time he saw you. How sad you looked. How he couldn’t help himself as he placed one last kiss to your lips. Or how you’d stormed out of his office after he’d fucked you on his desk. How he thought you were coming back to him only for you to turn and leave for good.

God he’d felt like such a piece of shit. Sitting in his office crying like a fucking baby. It didn’t matter how many times he’d promised that it would be okay. The damage had already been done.

Now he was just sitting in his office thinking about you. Which is what he usually did anyway so what made this any different. He wasn’t even sure what time it was at this point. His assistant had left hours ago. He didn’t have anyone sitting in his lap these days.

Andy sighed, rubbing his eyes as started to pack up. He’d at least never crossed the line of sleeping in his office. That would have been a little too far even for him.

He yawned as his phone started going off, looking back on his desk to see the name plaster on the device. It was a little silly maybe, but he’d never changed his number just in case this happened. Just in case he’d end up seeing your name on it again. Now he’d seen you once and there it was.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Andy?” You whimpered out.

“Y/N? You okay?”

He could hear you sniffling over the phone line and his heart thumped. “I’m sorry I just... I don’t know who else to call,” you whimpered. “I’m kinda scared.”

“Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?” He asked hurrying up to grab his shit.

“Can you? I’m in Boston still.”

He sighed a smile on his face at hearing that. “Of course. Just send me the address and I’ll be right there.”

“Okay, but I don’t wanna hang up. I’m like... not okay.”

“What happened?” He asked softly.

You took another deep breath. “My, um,” then you stopped to take another breath as your voice broke, “can I just tell you when you get here?”

“Okay,” he replied not wanting to mess up his chances. It’d been two years and whatever had upset you, you’d trusted him enough still to be the one to go to. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Please, don’t hang up,” you said so softly. Honestly, he felt like his heart might shatter.

“I won’t. How about we talk about something else for now?” He asked as he finally started to make his way out of the building.

“Like, what?” You asked.

“Watched any football lately?” He asked, chuckling softly.

“No,” you sniffled again, but he could hear a slight change in tone. “I don’t like sports.”

“Really? We used to watch it every Sunday,” he replied.

“Yeah, because you liked it.”

He laughed. “Oh, wow. That’s okay. I remember sitting through all those marathons of Say Yes to the Dress, so I guess we’re even,” he teased.

You chuckled this time. “Yeah, but I liked the way you rated everything.”

Andy smiled and shook his head. “Okay so maybe it was a little fun.”

“Besides I liked watching football with you. I liked wearing the cute little Patriots jersey for you,” you said.

He wasn’t sure if you were trying to flirt with him, but it kind of made him hopeful. “Yeah, that was pretty nice, huh?” He finally got to his car throwing his briefcase into the backseat.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m not trying to make things weird.”

“It’s not weird at all, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile on his face. “I should be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Okay,” you said. “Thanks, Andy.”

“Always,” he replied. He pretty much sped the whole way there. Maintaining conversation with you. Sometimes he could hear your voice quiver. His hands were shaking as he saw you through the glass. “Hey, I’m outside,” he said, making you look up at him with tear-stained eyes.

A small smile appeared on your lips. He waved at you through the window, his heart skipping a beat. Because you were right there dressed to the nines. You looked way too glamorous to be sitting in the booth of some little diner.  

One of the things he’d regretted the most was not taking you somewhere when you were all dressed up. Sometimes you’d have cute dates at the apartment where you’d get all pretty for him. He loved it so much. Fuck he should have done better.

The thick smell of coffee and syrup hit him as soon as he walked in, but nothing could prepare him for how your perfume smelled as you hugged him. Fuck he couldn’t believe that he was there and he was touching you and you were crying into his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said softly, rubbing your back. “It’s okay. I’m here now.” He lifted your chin. “You wanna talk about it?”

You nodded with this quiver in your lip. You looked so damn beautiful even like this. It almost felt like a reflex, but he managed to stop himself from kissing you.

You sat back in your seat and he took a seat beside you. “You want anything else?” He asked, only a cup of coffee was in front of you.

You shook your head and sighed again. “I’m okay.”

“So, what happened?”

That’s when he saw it. The diamond on the ring finger of your left hand. He swallowed this pit formed in his abdomen. You scoffed as you noticed his gaze. “Yeah, I’m engaged.” Then your eyes connected, until you closed them. That’s when another tear drop slid down your cheek. “Andy, it’s been so bad.”

“Hey,” he said, reaching across to grab your hand, ignoring the jolt he’d gotten from touching your soft skin again. “Tell me everything.”

With your free hand, you wiped away your tear. “So, I’ve been with him for about a year,” you started. “He was someone that I knew for a long time, though, because he’s always been a part of our friend group and everything.”

Andy listened intently, hand still in yours. At the same time, he couldn’t help himself as he started to go over your features. That he wanted to hug you again. God, he hated seeing you like this.

“So, then he asked me out and I said no because I just didn’t see him in that way,” you continued. “Everyone else in our friend group thought I was weird for not wanting to date him, but I got weird vibes. I dunno. Then somehow it got back to my mom and you know how she is.”

Andy chuckled. “Oh, do I remember.” How could he forget. There were so many times he’d have to hold you after you’d had a simple conversation with her.

You laughed. “Yeah. Well, she loved herself some Ethan and I’d say between her, my friends, and him constantly asking I gave in.” You wrapped your arms around yourself like you were cold.

“You cold?” He asked.

You nodded and he started taking off his suit jacket so he could give it to you. “You don’t have to,” you said as he got up to wrap it around you.

“It’s okay,” he said, with a soft smile. He sat back down and his breath hitched in his throat, seeing you wearing his jacket. “What happened next?”

“So then, I start dating him,” you said. “It was okay, but I still wasn’t that into it, but I felt like I couldn’t end things when everyone was going on and on about how cute we were together. Everyone was so weirdly invested in our relationship and it was like there were certain things I started to see.”

“Like, what?” Andy asked.

You shook your head. “Like he’d tell me not to wear certain things. Or get mad if I stayed out late with the girls. I’d feel bad because he’d get so emotional over it.” You paused to take a sip of your coffee. “I tried to breakup with him a few times, but then it was like everyone would get in my ear about how much of a nice guy he was and that I had no right being picky after messing around with you.”

“I thought your friends didn’t know about me,” he said.

“They didn’t,” you answered. “He found my old phone and went through our messages. Told everyone. I never deleted them because... I dunno. I liked reading them after he’d throw his tantrums.”

Andy sighed. “Shit, Y/N, this guy sounds like such an asshole.”

You chuckled, raising your eyebrows. “Tell me about it. I dunno it was like things just became worse and worse and worse and then he asked me to marry him and at this point I was too scared to even say no.”

“And, tonight?”

“Our engagement party,” you replied. “Ever since then he won’t stop bringing everything up. We got into a fight earlier, but I just couldn’t do it anymore and if I’m being honest the only person, I know that wouldn’t judge me about something like this was you.”

“Well, I’m glad you called,” he said, smiling softly. “If it makes you feel better, I never deleted our messages either.”

“Laurie didn’t care?”

“Laurie and I are divorced actually.”

“Oh,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

Andy shook his head. “Not your fault. We had way more problems. You weren’t even top five.”

“So, I was the sixth?” You laughed.

“I would place you right at number eight,” he joked.

“I think...” then you paused trying to gather your thoughts, “sometimes I wonder if maybe all of this is happening because of karma. Because of what we did together maybe I deserve it.”

He shook his head. “You didn’t do anything.”

“I mean I know we all messed around that one night so I guess that means she was okay with it, right?”

“It’s not... it’s complicated,” he said. “Do you remember that night of the office party.”

“The one we hooked up at for the first time?” You asked. “Or the one where we got caught?”

“The first one,” he replied, nodding his head. “The reason Laurie wasn’t there that night was because we’d gotten into this pretty bad argument.”

“That’s no excuse for what we did,” you said.

He shrugged. “Except it is because the reason we were arguing was because she picked that night of all nights to go on some date.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “She’d come to me about opening up the relationship because ever since everything happened, we hadn’t really been connecting. That’s she read somewhere that parents going through grief of losing a child, do better after taking a break from each other.”

Your gaze seemed to soften at him. It wasn’t often that he even mentioned what happened with his son so you didn’t say anything. 

“I was so mad at first then I said you know what fine, but then when she picked that night of all nights... I don’t know.”

“Is that why we...”

He shrugged. “I mean, yes and no. I was mad at her, but I don’t know if I would have been able to stop myself either way. That’s why I stayed away from you for a little bit after. I got freaked because I realized that I liked you.”

“So, you didn’t actually cheat?” You asked.

Andy laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, I definitely cheated. What we did wasn’t a part of the deal. I crossed every boundary when I told you that I loved you.”

“Was it true, though?” You asked.

“Of course, it was. Hell, I don’t think I’ll ever stop.” He sighed, tapping his fingers against the table.

You smile this time it was you turn to grab his hand. “I wish things had been different.”

“Me, too,” he said. “The next morning when I went home, she was waiting for me. Said she didn’t go on her date since she didn’t like how much it upset me. I’d told her that I’d messed around with someone else, but she said it was okay. That night that she caught us, she knew I’d been messing with someone. Just didn’t know it was you.”

“And?” You asked.

“She had no idea about the apartment. We had our own accounts so she never knew. When she found out, she freaked saying she wanted to know what I was risking it all for and that she wanted to see if you were worth all the trouble.” The whole time he explained, he stroked your knuckles with his thumb. “So, she took my key and came over the way she did.”

“Shit,” you said.

He sighed. “Yeah. So, don’t feel bad or like karma is trying to get you because of it. None of it was your fault.”

“That’s the thing, Andy. It doesn’t matter if she knew or not. I didn’t know that and I still,” you stopped as you started to get a little choked up, “I still did what I did. I didn’t know that so what right do I have to act like that changed things. I knew you were married. I should have stopped it.”

Andy stood up, coming to your side of the booth to sit beside you. He wrapped his arms around you. A part of you thought about how you should pull away from him. That you should fall back into this cycle with him, but it felt so nice to be held by him again. “It’s okay. It really wasn’t your fault,” he whispered into the side of your head. “But I hate that you got hurt because we couldn’t be honest with ourselves and just breakup. The divorce was a long time coming. It’s hard to come back from all the shit that happened.”

“I get it,” you said.

“So, don’t beat yourself up or think that you deserve any of this.” He put his head on top of yours.

“It’s too late, anyway,” you said. “He already told everyone about you being married and all the stuff we used to talk about.”

“Shit...”

You sniffled again. “Yeah. Said I was a slut and a pervert and all this other shit.” You started crying again, you couldn’t help it. “He was screaming at me and it’s like he hasn’t stopped. So tonight, I finally argued back.”

“What the hell happened, Y/N?” He asked, finally getting the hint that there was so much more to the story.

He tucked his finger under your chin again, forcing you to look at him. Your still reddened eyes. Your cheeks stained with tears. Yet you still looked gorgeous to him. “Andy...” you took a deep breath, “he, uh,” you sniffled.

Andy’s eyes welled up with tears now because he got the fucking hint. After being an assistant district attorney for so many years he’d seen women like you too many times. “Did he hurt you?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

You sniffled, your lip trembling as you nodded and Andy didn’t know it was possible, but he pulled you in even closer. Kissing the top of your head as you clung to him now. “I didn’t know who else to go to. No one else would have believed me and I was so scared, Andy. I needed you.”

“It’s okay,” he said into your head between kisses. “It’s okay,” he repeated. “I’m here, Honey. I’m not going anywhere.”

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like ages. Him holding you as he kissed the top of your head. You crying into him until you finally calmed down. He wasn’t going to stop either. He couldn’t stop.

“You know what the worst part is?”

“What?” He asked.

“That I still got ready. That I was going to act like everything was normal cuz I didn’t know what else to do.”

He sighed and kissed your temple this time. “That’s okay. You didn’t want to draw attention,” he replied.

“Yeah, pretty much.” You surprised him when you laughed. “I dunno. I just felt like I had to look as natural as possible. Then I left.”

He’d finally stopped placing kissed all over you, but didn’t let go of you. After a few minutes of silence, he decided to break it. Hoping to lighten the mood a little. “I’m glad you called me. Surprised I didn’t get a speeding ticket on the way over.” He laughed.

You chuckled. “Yeah? Well, thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“I’ll always be there when you need me,” he said. “Hey, you hungry? I’m starving.”

“Pancakes sound kind of nice now.”

“Pancakes it is.” He nudged you.

You tilted your head back as you laughed at another story. Your pancakes half eaten and you leaned your head against his shoulder before stealing one of his fries.

“Still a fry thief I see?”

“Forever and always,” you replied with that giggle he loved so much. It honestly sounded like music to his ears. “Besides yours always taste better.”

He laughed. “Oh, whatever.”

“They do! It’s like they add something special to them.”

Andy shook his head. “You’re lucky I don’t mind.”

“Oh yeah? Not like you’d do anything about it anyway.”

His jaw dropped as you giggled again before taking another French fry. “Still a little brat.”

“Only to you.”

That was when he picked up your fork so he could steal some of your pancake.

“Hey!”

“All’s fair in love and war,” he said with a smirk. That’s when your eyes got all glazed over again. Then you sniffled. Then it was like you couldn’t help yourself as you got emotional all over again. Andy of course noticed and lifted your chin up so you couldn’t hide it. “What’s wrong?” He was back to wiping away a tear.

“I’m sorry for leaving,” you said, letting out a cry before clinging to him. “I’m so so sorry, Andy. I wish I’d never...” you stopped talk to try and hold a sob in. 

“Hey,” he said softly, putting his lips against your temple ever so gently. “It’s okay. We’re good. Besides it’s not like you’re the one that fucked it all up.”

You let out a scoff and it kind of broke his heart a little. That you were blaming yourself for any of it. When he could have ended things with her for you when he had the chance. “I wish I’d never...” you trailed off. “I wish I’d listened to you. When you said everything would be okay.”

He shook his head. Wishing there were more words he could use to even begin how to tell you none of it was you. That you’d thought you were protecting yourself by walking away. That if anything he was proud of you for telling him to fuck off when he’d been the one to fuck it up. “No. I should have told you the truth from the beginning. Don’t blame yourself.”

“Did you ever think about me?”

Andy couldn’t help it as he chuckled. “Honey, I never stopped.”

“We’re a mess, aren’t we? This time you’re single and I’m the one in the relationshit.”

Andy laughed. “I know, right. Funny how it all comes back full circle.”

“I’ll say,” you said, before stealing yet another fry. 

“Where you going after this?” He asked.

You shrugged and groaned. “I don’t even know. I can’t go back home because he’s gonna be there probably.”

“Well, my apartment is free,” he replied. “If you need some place to crash for a little bit. No strings attached. I promise.”

You smiled. “You’re too nice to me, you know that right.”

“I only treat you how I feel you deserve,” he said. “And, I think you deserve the world.”

You had to stop yourself from making a move so instead you got cozy against him again. “Dare me to take my phone off do not disturb.”

“If that’s what you want,” he said.

“Not really,” you said. “But, I’m gonna have to look at some point.”

“How about we get outta here instead,” he said. “We can watch a movie.”

You nodded. “Okay,” you said. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

The car ride was filled with more laughter and he was happy that he’d managed to cheer you up. Even though in the back of his mind he wanted to find that asshole. Maybe knock him out.

As he went to shower, you sat on the couch. Looking around at everything. This was different than the old place. You’d made that home. This barely felt lived in. When he came out in pajama pants and a white shirt, you almost salivated over him because he looked so beautiful it didn’t make any sense.

“You wanna shower? I have face wash so you can take off your makeup and you can wear one of my shirts if that’s okay. I don’t think I have a scarf for you to tie your hair, though.”

You smiled. “It’s okay. Thanks, Andy.”

As much as he hated what drove you to him, he still wasn’t going to take this moment for granted. Besides he was having so much fun cheering you up. He could fuck your ex up later.

“You wanna know the worst part of it all,” you said from your spot on the other side of the couch. You were freshly showered and bundled up under a blanket. Somehow more beautiful than you were before.

“What was it?” He asked.

“That the sex was awful,” you answered. “I’d try to tell him what I wanted, but he wouldn’t listen. I couldn’t understand why.”

Andy sighed because fuck this guy was a piece of shit, but it obviously made him perk up a little when you told him you weren’t be satisfied.

“When he read those messages, I think it was more of a blow to his ego. He started calling me a pervert. Reading the stuff, we sent to each other out loud. Called me a slut because he saw I called you Daddy.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Then told my mom that I needed help for all my sick fantasies.”

“Jesus,” he breathed.

“I know right.” You shook your head and laughed. “I don’t know. I’m kind of glad he never took your place, though. He couldn’t do what you did.” You took a deep breath before grabbing your phone. “Anyway, ready to see the chaos?” You asked.

“Always.” Though as you took your phone off do not disturb finally, all he could think about what you’d just said. That this asshole had never taken his place. That was good at least.

The messages and voicemails he’d left where so awful Andy almost couldn’t believe he’d somehow kept up with the whole nice guy thing. Or that everyone else had bought his act.

“Shit,” he said. “This guy’s fucking awful.”

You chuckled, your eyes all glazed over again. “Yeah, I know.”

“You can’t go back,” he said. “I can’t let you.”

“I don’t want to, but I don’t know where else to go. I feel like everyone is gonna choose him over me.”

He sighed. “Hey. I will always choose you. I got you.”

“Andy, I...” you stopped to take a breath, “I’m scared.”

“I know, but you don’t have to be. I’m here, okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You have to promise.”

He got closer to you so he could hug you tightly. Sighing into your hair. He hated seeing you like this. Whatever damage he’d done, this was miles above that. “I promise, Honey. I’ll even go with you to get your stuff, okay?”

You nodded and moved away from him so you could wipe your eyes. “Thank you.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll even sleep on the couch.”

You chuckled. “I couldn’t make you do that.”

“It’s okay. Really.”

“No. That wouldn’t be fair,” you said. “You’re already doing so much for me.”

“Because I want to. I told you I’d always be there for you and I meant it.” He wiped away the tear that had fallen once again.

You smiled. “You’re too good to me.”

“I told you, you deserve it.”

There was something behind the look in your eyes this time. They’d softened and his probably had done the same. That old feeling was back in the air. Like you were back to old times.

He was surprised when you’d been the first one to make a move. You lightly pressing your lips to his before pulling away. “I’m sorry, I-“ he cut you off mid apology, smashing his lips to yours.

Your hands to his face. Holding either side of his cheeks. He deepened the kiss because fuck it had been two years and he missed you and he couldn’t believe you were there again.You made out for a while until he pulled away, putting his forehead against yours. 

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered, stroking your soft cheek with his thumb.

Your breath hitched in your throat watching the way his blue eyes had gotten so soft as they looked into yours. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Nothing’s going to keep us apart this time, okay?”

You smiled and nodded before pecking his lips gently. “Take me to bed, Daddy,” you purred.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He nodded before standing up, lifting you into his arms. Making you wrap your legs around his waist. It was like instinct kicked in with how he started to kiss you on the way to the bed.

His hands gripping your ass. You feeling all up on his shoulders, like you were making sure every muscle was still there. Not even pulling from your embrace as he finally laid you down in his bed. Getting on top of you as he kissed your lips.

You moaned into him, running a hand through his hair. Scratching his scalp and his clawing at his shoulder with the other. Needing his closeness once again. “Andy,” you moaned as he started kissing your neck.

“It’s Daddy, Baby. Remember. I’m your daddy.”

You nodded before moving so he had to kiss you again. Except he pulled away.

“Who’s Daddy, Baby?”

“You,” you replied. “You’re my daddy. No one else.”

“That’s my good girl,” he said getting on his knees so he could start unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing. “Don’t worry, Baby. I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

You let out a moan as he got down to start kissing your thighs. “Daddy!”

“That’s it. Make all the noise you want,” he said as he started tugging your panties down your legs now that the shirt was mostly undone. “I don’t give a fuck if someone hears.”

When he said that you couldn’t help it as you let out a long whiny moan. Especially from the way he was kissing all up on your lower half before going back up to place kisses on your stilled covered breasts that he’d finally started to unbutton.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he said. “Did you miss me, Baby?”

You nodded, looking at him with those needy eyes. “So much.”

“Never gonna leave me again, huh,” he said before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it. “Gonna mine forever.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his mouth on you. “God, yes.”

“Gonna be my wife one day. Give me a few babies.” One of his hands creeped down to your thigh, teasing you and making you shiver under his touch. “You gonna do that for me?”

You nodded, your lower half already tingly and he hadn’t even touched your pussy yet. Just the way his hands and mouth felt on you was enough. You had been so worked up for two years. Your vibrator and memories could only do so much. Especially since your soon to be ex had thrown out your toy since apparently you didn’t need one with him around.

“Use your words,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said.

“You still my slut?” He asked as his fingers finally started creeping up and down your slit. His touch feather-lite.

That’s when you shuddered. Nodding your head before letting out this breathy moan. “Yes,” you gasped. “I’m... I’m-“ you cut yourself off as you did it again.

“Damn. Already?” He smirked, looking up at you. Watching you bite your lip and flutter your eyelashes. Then you did it again and he’d barely even did anything. He was pretty sure that the minute he touched your clit with his tongue or fingers you’d explode. As bad as he wanted to, he was enjoying seeing you squirm over nothing. So needy and desperate for him.

“I haven’t cum in so long,” you said, crying out your words.

“Really? He wasn’t taking care of you at all?” He asked with a frown on his face. You shook your head breathing all heavy as your eyes started to roll back a little your lids all heavy. “That’s okay, Y/N,” he hissed as he parted your slit. “I’ll take really good care of you.” With that he finally decided to lick you up and down like he was tasting the sweetest honey.

Just like that your hips stuttered. A small amount of squirt coming from you.

Andy chuckled because damn he’d barely even done anything and you were already reacting like this. He couldn’t believe you were so pent up. He wondered how you had waited as long as you did tonight. It was like you were dying for this.

Your back was arched off the bed, putting your hands in his hair as he started to really dive in. Lapping at your clit. Your chest moving like you were still crying with no tears coming out.

“Oh god yes I’m still your slut!” You finally whined.

Once again, he chuckled into your clit before rolling over and wrapping his arms around your waist tightly to bring you with him. Perching you on his face. Your hands came down to your breasts, tweaking your nipples. You couldn’t help yourself as you started grinding your hips against his mouth.

He was eating your cunt like it’d be his last meal ever. Like it was the most refreshing glass of water he’d tasted. From there you put your hands in his hair as he held you down. His strong hands gripping your thighs to hold you still. He was trying to bring you to his mercy. Teach you that there really no one else that could do you like this.

As you came, you didn’t even make a noise. Your words stuck in your throat. Lower stomach spasming. Even your head felt like it was malfunctioning. And he didn’t stop what he was doing once.

He tried to keep going, but you scurried off his face. Falling to your side as you took a deep breath. He got closer to you putting his face right next to yours. Watching the way your eyes had blurred out. Like every thought had left your mind.

Andy smiled, quirking a brow. Eyes trained on yours. Finally, he licked his lips. “See, no one else can do you like this,” he said, before sliding his hand between the dampness of your thighs. Making you jump as he rubbed his finger against your opening again. Not even caring to think about how sensitive you must have been as he pushed two fingers inside.

His other hand snaked under you so he could pull you closer. Middle digits stuffing you as they massage your inner walls in a come-hither motion. Directly against your spot.

To be honest he felt pretty triumphant when he got you to this point. Obviously, the distance and lack of even self-inflicted orgasms were making you overly sensitive, but fuck. Neither of you could remember a time he’d been able to get you like this.

Your body felt like it was splitting in half. Then as he kissed you again, smashing his mouth against yours. Making you taste yourself. Practically tongue fucking you.

Even as you moaned, he wouldn’t let you pull away. He was proving a point that he was all you needed. It was true.

Finally, he let you pull away as you orgasmed again. You put your face into his shoulder and let out a scream. Then bit his skin as tears sprung to your eyes. “Daddy!” You’d whimpered.

“That’s my good slut,” he said. “You ready for Daddy’s dick?”

You weren’t sure if he actually wanted you to respond because there still were no thoughts in your brain. You’re pretty sure you’d let him do anything to you right now.

“You good, Baby?” He asked first, rubbing your cheek his thumb.

You wanted to say yes. To even squeak it out, but you were so far gone you were tongue tied. He was pretty much cooing over you as he finally stopped so he could hold you close to him. Waiting for you to come down a little.

He wished he’d gotten naked before this. Craving the feel of your bare skin against his. Wanting to feel those rock-hard nipples against him.

He sat up so he could remove his shirt first then his pajama bottoms and underwear. His hardened dick popping into your move making you pretty much salivate. As he laid back down, you could stop yourself as you reached out to grab it. He moaned under your touch because fuck it had been a long time for him, too. At least he got to use his hand for relief though. He wasn’t as pent up as you.

You kept glancing down at his dick. Standing tall and thick with the tip leaking. Fuck it looked so yummy. He wrapped his arms around you before palming your ass. Letting out a sigh of relief as he finally got to feel you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist. Trying at least feel him against you. Andy pushed you onto your back. Hovering over you before getting on his knees. You were still as sensitive as ever as he started to rub himself up and down your opening.

You tried to shift your hips so he’d get the hint. Maybe finally plunge into you. Fuck you just like you needed. That you’d been craving since you’d broken up, but especially after the way this last year had been going.

“I wanna suck your dick,” you begged, suddenly remembering how you missed tasting him. And the way his dick looked right now with the way he was holding it like he was threatening your pussy. It was too much and yet fuck you wanted him to fuck your throat.

“You will. We got all night,” he said, now holding onto your thighs as he kept you spread wide open. Moving his hips so he could dip into you then take it away. Fuck your pussy was such a mess right now. He couldn’t resist. “For now. I need this pussy.”

With that he pushed into you a little deeper this time, but still not giving you his all. Just enjoying the feel of your tight wetness around his fat dick as entered you inch by inch.

You cried out because fuck. After two years of being without him and a year of someone who didn’t give a fuck if she liked sex or not, he was just too much. “Fuck, that’s it, Baby. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you and your pussy.”

“Please,” you gasped.

“Don’t worry, Baby. Daddy isn’t gonna be like your shithead boyfriend. Gonna make you cum until you can’t take it anymore.”

With that he finished giving you his all. His hard dick stuffing you to the brim. Dick so thick it was forcing you to accommodate him.

He knew by the way your pussy squeezing him, that you hadn’t been touched properly even if you hadn’t said anything. Your pussy just like velvet. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do to it.

For now, he moved his hips shallowly, at least letting you get used to him. He looked down. Watching the way your pussy clung to his cock every time he inched out of you. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he said, rubbing your clit and making your back arch off the bed again.

“Ah!” You couldn’t help it as you screamed. His poor baby. Too sensitive. This was going to be so much fun.

He chuckled as he looked down at you. How did you already look so blissed out. He put your legs on either shoulder before leaning down to kiss you lightly.

“Daddy,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” he said moving his hips at a slow pace. Savoring how good you felt around him.

“Fuck me hard,” you begged. “Just like you used to.”

Andy didn’t need to be told twice. He’d been waiting for this moment for too long to not give in. So, with that he inched out wanting to tease your hole one more time before slamming it in.

He started kissing you again. Needing to taste you on his tongue again. You gasped into his mouth because now as he was fucking you just as hard as he knew you needed, you couldn’t handle it. All the stimulation was too much but he was too far gone to stop.

“Daddy!” You cried into his mouth. You were clenching around him so damn tight, but that didn’t matter as he started fucking you so damn good.

“That’s it,” he cooed because even though he could tell it was too much you were taking it so good. Andy grabbed your hand to put it above your head. “That’s a good fucking slut.”

“Yes,” you whined. “Fuck yes.”

“Never gonna let another man touch you again, huh. I better not see that shit.” He grabbed your face so you were forced to look up at him. Making his point with the way he was fucking you. This was his pussy. No one else’s.

“No,” you managed to get out. “Never.”

“Only Daddy can fuck you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered. “Fuck!” That now familiar feeling again. Of you getting closer and closer to the edge. He did tell you that he was going to keep making you cum. Needed to make up for lost time. “I’m fucking cumming!”

“That’s my good bitch. So good. Cum for your Daddy.” He demanded as your eyes started to roll to the back of your head as you came again. Clenching so hard you forced him out. More of your squirt shooting out of you, to hit his pelvis.

He reached down to rub your clit so he could keep it going. You tried to push his hand away because it just got to be too much. He didn’t give a fuck as he grabbed your wrists before shoving into you again. Making you scream again. His poor neighbors were probably so irritated with you.

He held onto your wrists as he started pounding into you. No mercy just like you knew he would. He didn’t give a fuck this time. Just making you cum over and over again because he could. Making up for all those orgasms he hadn’t given you.

“Andy!” You couldn’t help it. You had to say his name. He’d worked you up so much you had to.

He pushed your arms above your head. Leaning down to kiss you once again, but this time was different because his own orgasm had started creeping up on him.

“Want me to cum in you?” He asked, putting his forehead against yours. “Fill this little pussy up with my cum just like I used to. You on birth control?”

You nodded, no longer able to even form words.

“You better go off that shit. I’m planning to keep you pregnant.” His movement faltered just thinking about it. Warmth spreading inside of him as he finally started to cum deep inside of you. Making sure he was nice and deep, right against your cervix.

Then pulled out only to push it back in so it would be forced in. Your birth control wasn’t going to stop him from at least trying to breed you. Making sure you were completely filled up with his seed before finally coming to lay beside you.

In the short amount of time, it took for him to lay down and pull you into his arms, you’d already fallen asleep. He’d worn you out after all of the nasty things he’d done to you. Especially with all the bullshit you’d had to deal with earlier in the day. All he could do was kiss your forehead before letting himself lull to sleep too.

Because after two years of being alone, that hopeless feeling had disappeared in one night. Just with you there. As he looked down at your sleeping face, he couldn’t help but think that you’d been worth the wait. This time he’d make sure that he did things the right way. That as long as the two of you had each other, nothing else mattered. 

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The 'Stache

↳PARING:  Chris Evans x Black!Reader

↳WARNINGS: fluff, teasing Chris about his mustache, me being indulgent, mentions of pregnancy

↳AUTHOR’S NOTE:  Another one shot brought over from my old page.

↳BETA: @titty-teetee

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Chris Evans had recently joined the Good Morning America crew this morning. He was there to promote the current play he was in, Lobby Hero, and the first part to the latest and most anticipated movie of the decade, the Avengers: Infinity War.

Chris was more than happy to talk about his venture back into doing theater, but completely kept mum about any spoilers for this Avengers movie. He knew that Marvel would have his head if he spilled his guts about it. He was even up for trading jabs with Michael Strahan, when the GMA anchors decided to provide him New York sports gear. Being a native Bostonian, Chris just jokingly tossed the Yankees and Giants gear away from him.

But the elephant in the room was the unusual facial hair growing from Chris’s upper lip. Ever since he debuted what you had dubbed the “pornstache”, he had been getting a lot of flack for it.

“So,” the former New York Giants defensive linebacker began, “as you already know, we had your wife, Y/N, on the show yesterday. We brought up your mustache and this is what she had to say…”

A clip now appeared from yesterday’s episode that showed you wearing a burgundy colored, long sleeve, maternity dress that was trying to conceal your growing baby bump.

You were there to promote your newest movie when the subject of your husband’s appearance became the topic of discussion.

“...it was kind of weird at first,” you began, running your manicured hand across your casual updo, “because in the 13 years that I’ve known Chris I’ve never seen him with a mustache. He has a handsome face regardless, but that thing —it took me some time to get used to it, and now that I am, it’s going to be hard to say goodbye to it.”

Chris laughed watching his wife speak so adamantly about the hair smothering his upper lip. This wasn’t the first time he’s heard you say this.

“What do you have to say about that, Chris?” Robin chimed in.

“Well, it’s not like something I haven’t heard before.” He smiled, automatically reaching up to straighten the mustache, which he found himself doing this often. “When she first saw it, she was like ‘what the hell is that growing on your face’.” He said, imitating your high pitched squeal, causing everyone to laugh. “But now she’s singing a different tune.”

“Now she’s digging the ‘stache?”

Chris nodded, smiling. “She’s digging the ‘stache.”

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Drunk In Love | Jafar

genre—headcanon

warning—sexually explicit (18+), foul language

summary— y/n and her husband,jafar spent a lovely arabian night at the club and leave drunk in love.

you and jafar had just spent the night at the hottest club smoking hookahs and drinking heavily making out ready to rip eachother's clothes off

the two of you finally make it to the palace with your tongue down eachother's throat

you can't get enough of him

you ride his magic carpet just like he likes it. he moans out "yeah baby, just like that" breathing heavily which is sexy as fuck by the way.

"You like that?" You asked jafar riding him slowly watching him in ecstasy

"Shit, girl..." he moaned out as you rode him faster

SMACK! he smacked your ass as you bounced up and down

his lips taste like dark liquor, sweet hookah, and backwood

his cologne is this signature arabian musk infused that smells heavenly

you tell him how much you want him not being able to take your fingers off of him

you ran your hands against his chest admiring his body hair. not to much and not too little, just enough. it's just so sexy and manly and that shape up beard of his makes you want to soak it

you used his face as a seat and he enjoyed every bit of it.

he loved how you surfed on his face and with every motion he kissed, licked, and slurped on your pussy. Your body shook at him penetrating your core with his wet muscle. You tried to pull back but he held on to your thighs.

His soaked beard dripped of all of your juices

The sex jafar and his wife were having was purely raw and nasty.

You did everything you could do to the dick: sit on it, spit on it, lick on it....etc

"who is the most powerful man on earth?" He asks as he fucks you.

"Hm?" Jafar says slowing down to tease you

"You are..." you bit your lip as he goes faster in return. "You are......" you repeat as he fucks you whining his hips more making you orgasm.

"fuck, you're so sexy..." he slurs his words out to you as his lips brushes against your skin adoring and worshiping your body.

you liked how me kissed on your neck sloppily and held on to your tiny waist as you rode him

he also caught your nipple in his mouth and moaned as you grinded against his built naked body

he fucks you so good rocking your shit and all you can do is moan

you scream his name echoing it all throughout the humongous palace not caring about the staff and soldiers.

your yelps and moans bounced off the walls

Nothing but the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room

"Oh—fuckkkk!" You moaned out

"Yes, yes, yessssss—Ahhh!"

"Oh, Jafar—ouuuu mhm, mhm"

"You like daddy dick?" He asked you.

"I love daddy dick..." you repeated

"Cum with me..." he slurred out

you woke up in the kitchen asking how the hell did this shit happen

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Alone Time.

"Well, when's the last time y'all spent some time together?" My best friend asks. I shrug, trying to think about it.

"Honestly, I don't even know! We've been so busy working and we're almost, always so fucking tired." She sighs.

"Girl, y'all gotta fix that!"

"How?"

"I don't know! Wake him up in the middle of the night and sit on his face or something!" I roll my eyes and hold my laughter in.

"Girl, get off my phone!" I hang up before she can and toss my phone on the bed.

"Lord, she is aggravating." I rub my temples and contemplate on what to do for the remainder of my day, since I was off and Tre doesn't get off until eight-thirty.

I decide to take a nap, to make the time pass by quicker, it was currently only four thirty so, hopefully I can stay sleep for a while. I ascend up the stairs, jump into my bed and doze off not too long after.

Four hours later..

I finally wake up, looking over at my clock, seeing that it's fifteen minutes after eight. I get out of bed and head to my bathroom to take a shower.

Once I'm done, I get dressed in a tank top and shorts and head downstairs to make dinner. I put on some music so that I didn't feel completely alone.

Jazmine Sullivan's 'Excuse Me' blasted through the living room as I finish the food. The music was up so loud, I didn't hear the front door open and close. It wasn't until Tre cleared his throat, that I was aware of his presence.

I grab my phone and turn the music down some, turning around to greet him. "Hey, baby."

"Hey, babygirl."

He comes up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist. I giggle as his beard tickles my neck, "I missed you, beautiful." He said, making me blush.

"I missed you too, handsome." I put the plates down and turn to face him, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

Tre grips my hips gently and deepens the kiss. "Baby, are you hungry?" I ask, pulling away from his lips.

"For you." A glint of lust exposes itself in his irises, making the seat of my shorts incredibly wet.

He picks me up and heads into the living room, tossing me onto the sofa. His lips attack mine again, taking my breath away.

"But, baby— I made you dinner." He pulls his jacket over his head and tosses it on the coffee table.

"I appreciate it.... but, I'm tryna eat you right now." His lips find my neck, pulling whimpers from my lips.

I let his rough hands roam my body and bite my lip, gripping his shoulders from the feeling. "I want you in the worst way."

Beginning to toy with the wet spot on my shorts, I arch away from the couch and tighten my grip on his arm. "Don't tease me, baby."

His orbs bore back into mine, while he removes the soaked fabric away from my hips, allowing my glistening folds to come into view.

"Mm, no panties." He drags his index finger up and down my slit, covering it in my nectar. My hips buck from the sensation.

He winks at me, before covering my clit with butterfly kisses. I groan and run my hand over his low fade. His tongue slips into the mix, wrapping around my bud.

"Oou fuck," spreading my legs a little wider, his heavy hands rest on my thighs while he slides his tongue from my tight cove up to my clit, over and over again.

"Yessss," my mouth drops open, letting whimpers and moans run free. I lift my shirt up and squeeze my breasts, adding to the pleasure.

"Feels so good, babyyy!" His lashing grows wild, causing me to lift up and grip the back of his head. He moans against me, sending shocks through my body.

"Just like that, baby...." lifting a hand up to my neck, he squeezes it and continues to devour me.

"I'm gonna cum," I push at his shoulders and arch away from the sofa. His tongue holds my clit hostage, continuously sucking.

"Ohhh fuck! Yesss, just like that!" I grip his head and grind against his lips, jerking through my orgasm.

Moving away from me, he stands up and strips. I lick my lips and stare his very noticeable print.

"It ain't polite to stare, shawty." He smacks my thigh before pushing them back open, sliding back between them.

"Well... it's mine, so I can do what I want with it." His eyebrows raise in amusement. I smirk and tuck my fingers into his briefs and tug them down, feeling his length spring out and touch my thigh.

Wasting no time to slide into me, he places his forehead against mine, watching my face scrunch up from his sudden, but sinful intrusion.

He groans as my walls throb around him. "How long has it been, babe?" He begins to move slowly.

"I — I don't know... too long." I place my hands on his chest and match his movements. He speeds up.

"Sounds like we got some catching up to do, then." He presses his lips against mine and grips the back of my thighs.

I moan into his mouth. He wraps a hand around my neck, making me drip onto him. He pulls away from my lips and bites down on his bottom one, staring down below and watching us become one with each other.

"Sss— feels so good, Tre!" I toss my head back into the pillows and wrap my hand around his wrist. He begins to roll his hips into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck! Just like that— mm!" I reach between us and rub my clit in small circles, adding to the intense pleasure that I'm receiving.

His constant grunts and my moans mix together like a melody. His eyes flicker up to mine, staring straight through me.

"Just like this, huh?" My mouth forms into a permanent 'o' shape. A smug grin appears on his lips as he moves faster.

"Tre..." my eyes fall into the back of my head as he comes in contact with my spot, rubbing against it deliciously. My free hand scratches his chest.

"Wassup mama?" My thighs begin to quiver. I try and close them, but he pries them back open.

"Unh! I'm cummm— I'm cumming!" My back arches away from the couch as I rain down on him. I try and scoot away, but he follows and pins me to the cushion.

"You tryna run away from me?" He licks his lips and glares down at me. Still coming down from my orgasmic high, I search words that my mouth can't form.

Tre smirks before pulling me up from the couch and carrying me to our room, tossing me onto the bed.

"On your knees, babygirl." I get on my knees and arch my back, sticking my ass high in the air. His hand comes down it, sending a stinging sensation through me, but also making me wet.

He pulls me to the edge of the bed and glides back into me, picking up where he left off; slamming into me.

I grip the sheets into my hands, while his hand finds my neck again, squeezing harder. I scream out, feeling him immediately curve to my spot.

"Ohhh shit!" He leans down and presses his body into mine, keeping the same crazed pace.

"Too much? Huh? You want me to stop?" His husky tone makes me clench around him.

"No! Keep.... keep going!" Diving deeper into me, he begins thrusting into me so hard it makes my brain rattle around a little.

"Fuuuuuck! Oh my God, babyyy!" My body starts jerking from how rough he's being, sending me into a different realm of pleasure.

"Feels good?" His voice booms from behind me. I frantically nod, unable to speak through my moaning fit.

"Shhhh—" his heavy hand cracks down on my ass again... and again... and again.

"Answer me, baby." I reach back and grab his hip, pulling him as close to me as humanly possible. My eyes roll back.

"Yesss! It feels so damn good..... so damn good...." I hunch forward and dig my nails into his skin as another orgasm rips through me, this one much more intense than the last.

"Fuck... you love me?" He pulls me against his chest, pressing wet kisses on my neck. I heave a euphoric sigh.

"Mmm... you know I do."

"I wanna hear you say it... tell me you love me." His heavy, slow thrusts drive me up a wall.

"I— I love you... oh my goodness! I love youuu!" I reach back and caress the side of his face, while he continues to attack my neck.

"I love you, too— shit.... you feel so good, babygirl." My body shakes as another knot forms inside of me, his words only intensify the feeling.

"I'm gonna cum.... I'm gonna cum so hard!" My body convulses as jolts of pleasure start at the top of my head and travel all the way to my toes.

"Ohhh fuck— h-oh fuck—" I grip the sheets in front of me and let out a broken yelp that replays itself, until my throat goes dry.

Tre stiffens behind me and fills me with his warmth. He growls into my neck and pulls me closer to him.

"Shit.... we ain't went at it like that in a minute." Ending our connection, I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. He crawls on top of me and lays his head on my chest.

"I know. We both needed that, huh?" A smirk makes its way onto my lips. He picks his head up and mimics my expression.

"Hell yeah! Fuck dinner, I'm immobile for the rest of the night."

"Ah shit! I put it down, huh?" I roll my eyes.

"You know you did, babe. I ain't have to tell you that." He chuckles, placing kisses on my left collarbone.

"I like when you say it, though."

"Hush, before you get me started again."

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Throw It In The Trash

Florian x Bella (Black OC)

Word Count: 1.1k 

TW: SMUT!, Jealous BF, choking, oral (Male reciving), spanking, name calling. 

Porn with very little plot. I am rusty and haven’t written in a while. 

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“Babe, I am home!” Florian yelled into the empty condo. He dropped his gym bag by the door, instantly kicking it to the side so his girl would trip on it. 

He walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple, water and a protein bar for a post workout snack. Bella usually beat him home, especially on her days off, that was if she left the house anyone. 

No one ever expected them to be a couple, the quiet bookworm and the gym junkie who liked to box, but they were made for each other and Florian didn't want any other woman to call his. 

Florian plopped on the couch, turning on the highlights for the Jake Paul VS Askren. He still wasn't sure if the fights were legit or being thrown for social media clout, either way Jake Paul was in for a rude awakening when he fought Floyd. 

He didn't turn when he heard the keys in the door, or the rustling of bags. 

“Hey Babe!!” Her sweet voice ranged out. 

“In here baby.” Florian got up to greet her and stopped in his tracks. 

“So I know I said I was going to stay home and finish that book, but Mia wanted to go to brunch, brunch turned into window shopping, and then we had to stop at the bookstore, and I may have spent like a few hours there. Florian, what are you staring at?”

“You wore that?”

Florian's eyes traced up and down his girlfriend's curvy figure. Bella is a full figured woman, at 5’7 she was mostly legs that ended at very plump thighs. A pudgy stomach that Florian loved to grab on, and breasts that were the best pillows. 

“Yeah, cute right.” she did a little twirl, not realizing that he was angry. 

“You wore that skirt outside, where other men can see you?” 

The skirt in question did nothing to hide her figure, it gripped her like a second skin, almost looking like a tulip at the end to him. 

“Well I am not invisible Florian, what's your problem?”

“My problem is you wore that out Bella, showing everyone what's mine.” 

Bella rolled her eyes, before turning away from him to take the books she bought out the bag. 

“Anyway, I also picked you up a magazine..”

“Bella dont ignore me, take it off, throw it away or I will rip it off.” 

Bella turned and gasped, “You wouldn't dare, I just got this.”

Florian stalked over to her, pushing Bella against the wall. One hand went around her throat, softly gripping her. He gave her a peck on the lips, his other hand coming down to grip her hip. 

“Do you really wanna try me babygirl.” 

The smirk on her lips, told him all he needed to know, she wanted to play. 

“But I like this…”

“I didn't ask if you liked it, I’m sure you like you, you bought it, then wore it outside for everyone to see. Just because Mia is single and a slut dont mean you have to act like it too. You belong to me, right?”

Bella gently nodded her head. 

“Words.” he growled. 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“Good, now take it off before I rip it off, either way, you are throwing it in the trash and I won't repeat myself. 

Florian took a step away from her, giving her enough room to maneuver the tight skirt off. He shook his head when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. 

“Where the fuck is your underware?”

“Pantylines.” was all she said as if that was a good of enough reason. 

Florian pulled her over to the couch, across his lap. 

“You are getting 10 for being such a slut today.”

“But…”

“15, want to keep talking? Count each one and I better hear a thank you Daddy.” 

Florian took a moment to admire her plump ass, hands gently rubbing the soft skin, before striking for the first time. Bella ass jiggled with each slap. She followed his directions not wanting to get into more trouble than she already was. 

“On your knees baby.” 

As Bella was between his knees, he gently tipped her chin and gave her a kiss. 

“Still my good girl even if you like to act up sometimes. Take Daddy out.” 

The pout on her face was instantly gone as she grabbed the hem of his joggers, pulling out his thick cock. 

“Apologize to Daddy for hurting his feelings.” 

Looking through her eyelashes, “I’m sorry Daddy for hurting your feelings and wearing that skirt out with no panties, won't happen again.”

“Yeah cause I am throwing it away.” 

Bella soft lips wrapped around him and he let out a happy sigh. Bella's mouth slid up and down his hard cock. 

“Be Daddy good girl, no hands.” 

Her hands came to rest on his thighs, nails gently scratching against the flesh. Florian rested his hand on the back of her neck, knowing how particular she was about her hair. He gently pushed down until her nose rested against his pubic area. 

“Fuck babygirl you feel so good.” 

Florian let go and she came up gasping for air, eyes slightly watery as she looked up at him and smirked. 

“Again.” he growled. 

Florian toes curled as his cock hit the back of her throat, the slight gagging noises coming for his baby Bella. 

“Fuck I need to be inside of you.” 

Florian pulled her off, already about to cum. Florian pulled Bella into his lap, his cock pushing at her inner thigh as he worked her shirt and bra off. Her heavy breast pushed against his chest as he moved her into place, sliding her down his cock. 

“Miss me today baby?” 

“Yes Daddy.” Bella moaned into his mouth. 

Bella started to bounce on his lap, Florian’s cock wrapped in warm, wet, velvet walls. Florian grabbed her ass, gripping it tightly as he pushed his hips forward, matching her strokes. 

“You better cum on my cock baby, make a mess on my lap baby girl.” Florian whispered in her ear before kissing down her neck. 

Bella moans were driving him crazy, “Shit, I’m about to cum.”

“Cum with me baby, fuck I need to fill you.” 

Bella walls tightened around him as he flooded her with cum. Florian didn't move, holding her tight against his chest as they both caught their breath. 

“I’m glad you didnt rip my skirt, I like it a lot.” 

“I’m not ripping it cause you are going to throw it in the trash.” Florian laughed as he picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom for round two.

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A new Florian smut coming....

Here’s a teaser

“Fuck...Flo, wa-wa-wait. Daddy please,” Y/N whined as her body contorted in pleasure and hips rolled against his skillful tongue. Her pants and moans only fueled his determination as his arms encircled her thighs, holding her in place. He didn’t care what she said, she would cum for him when he wanted her to.

The compromising position they were in had Y/N’s head swimming in fear, desire and excitement. MacBook on the counter, zoom meeting waiting for its host to appear any moment and here she was, riding her best friend’s face on the brink of another orgasm....

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Moment | Jafar

"It all began with a lamp and a fantasy..."

The Arabian palace was humungous. It could take atleast 200 guests to stay in. The architecture was out of this world; one of a kind. The food was magnificent. The chefs worked day and night and could make anything you wanted them to at any time. The soldiers were the best of the best. They could stop anyone who tried to come in and intrude. Except for Aladdin, he was the smartest streetrat ever.

After the hoodlum created himself a fiasco by taking the magic lamp and turning himself into a prince to lure Jasmine, Jafar had to do some things that people wouldn't be proud of. Things like taking the lamp and locking Jasmine and her father away. And hypnosising the entire palace staff to do whatever he says. And make a wish turning him into the most powerful man on earth at large.

Jafar had the extravagant palace all to himself. No queen by his side or anyone to talk to. Here he was thinking about his next move. He was tired of being second best.

"I'm the king of the world and yet I'm still bored," Jafar admits to himself.

Ever since he became the most powerful man on earth it's been lonely at the top. He has no one to speak to but his parrot and the genie. Not even the servants and staff he orders around because they're trapped in the sunken place. Jafar had some pleasure with Jasmine and multiple other women but nothing excited him the way that he wanted.

He had all of the money, sex, and power that he could ever wish for.

Jafar wanted someone who could read his mind inside and out. Someone who could help him take away all of his pain and let out all of his emotions into.

"You can always use another wish to fulfill your fantasies, " the blue mystical giant says.

"What should I do?" Jafar asks knowing the genie's rules.

"I can't tell you want to do. How about you make a wish. You know the words to say."

Genie wouldn't say it out loud with Jafar being his master but he missed Aladdin. He never had a friend like him. Yes, he wanted to become a prince but it was because of his love for Jasmine. He wasn't like the other master's that he had. Jafar was the worst one yet. So typical at that.

The Genie has three rules: he cannot kill anyone, he cannot make people fall in love with each other, and he cannot revive the dead.

The unwritten and unsaid rule was making your wish as specific as possible. You can only have three wishes and you don't want to waste it.

Jafar grabbed the golden lamp putting his palm against it back and forth.

"I want a melanin goddess that can give me an experience of a lifetime wear it'll be a moment but feel like eternity." He continued to rub the lamp as he thought. "Something that no one else has ever experience."

He finally let go of the magical lamp then the magic began to happen.

"Yes, master. Your wish is my command." The God-like blue Genie then folded his shackled arms creating this magical brown storm with beautiful golden specks. The wind damn near blew everything away. It was so strong and powerful.

Jafar got excited to see what would happen next. He held on the the edge of his throne as he watched his wish manifest slowly.

There were colors and different hues of browns and reds swishing around in a tornado along with sparkles. Then it ceased out of nowhere. The Genie was back in the lonely lamp where he belonged. The sidekick parrot of his flew off somewhere.

"My name is Victoria and I am here for fulfill all of your fantasies," the goddess says before him.

"She's perfect, " Jafar says in awe of her. "Gorgeous brown skin, amazing body, and that sweet sultry tone." He smirks as he gets up from his throne.

He admires her in the brown lingerie accessoried with gold jewels.

"I got a feeling that you brought me to you.." she smirked at him as she walks up the stairs to the throne. They were now inches apart from eachother.

Jafar licked his lips as he gazed into her deep brown eyes that started to turn gold. She then kissed his lips caressing his beard as he felt on her body. The world they were now in began to change into this abstract gold and red one.

His fantasy was now coming to life. The goddess was very much real. He could touch her, feel her, and he felt even more powerful.

"I wanna get inside of you," Jafar says in a lustful tone as his hands wander her body.

"You do?" The goddess says in a low sweet voice teasing him.

"I do," Jafar whispers tugging her body to his shirtless body. The goddess felt on his built physique admiring his toned muscles.

"This is your moment," she whispers back to him.

Before he knew it he was in this beautiful bedroom with brown silk sheets and golden decor.

Jafar was laid down in the bed in awe of the melanin goddess with his brown skin glistening. His abs flexed as he breathed in nervousness. There were just enough chest hairs on his body.

She then crawled her way onto the bed teasingly slow. He watched her in excitement biting his bottom lip.

"Tell me how bad you want me," Victoria says as she sits on his lap with her hands trailing his physique. He liked how her nails we done in brown and gold. Everything about her was sexy.

"I want you so bad," Jafar breathes out trailing his hand up and down her body once again.

He looked into her deep brown eyes once again watching them turn golden before she kissed him.

The room was turning into red sand. The walls were dropping right before them. There was nothing left instead of the bed.

Jafar kissed on the Victoria's neck inhaling her shea butter sent as he unveiled her robe. He hugged her body closed to his worship her like the goddess she was. He was feigning for her badly. He didn't want this to end.

His lips trailed down her cleavage as he unclipped her bra. Jafar felt a satisfaction in hearing her moan from his teasing pecks. He continued to worship her body by massaging the fall of her back.

Jafar was desperately in love with her. If he didn't want to save his last wish for something else, he would make Victoria his wife. But that's the price that he has to pay.

It's like Victoria's body was calling his name. It was saying 'I want you inside me' the more and more they went further.

The goddess stuck her tongue down his throat pinning Jafar's arms against the bed.

Usually in bed, Jafar would be the alpha but this was different. Victoria then rose up ready to ride his magic carpet. With her hands trailing down his upper body, she rose up with a smirk. Jafar so was in love that he didn't notice that she was in cuffs.

"Victoria..." Jafar moaned out softly.

The goddess thrusted her body onto his satisfying him. Jafar let out a grunt in amusement. He let himself become mesmerized by her. He let the golden specks on her eyes and the soft cries on her voice take all control of her.

Jafar loved how she let out moans as she took him in.

"Pussy so good..." he moaned out.

The goddess let out her last moan yelling his name to the fullest. She fucked his so good that he could cry Jafar hit his climax letting out his last husky grunt.

"I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum..." he breathed as he nutted in her.

Victoria then gave him one last kiss grabbing his soft beard with her hand then letting go. She smirked sliding out of him and put the rest of her lingerie on.

She then walked away leaving Jafar in the cuffs as the bed disappeared.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked her. Victoria turned back around and smirked at him charmingly. "And why am I in cuffs?" He added.

Victoria laughed silently to herself. "Moments over." She said before strutting away in the red sand as Jafar sank deeply in it.

"Wait..." he cried out. "We can't be done yet." He fell deeper and deeper into the dark whole.

Before Jafar knew it, he was back in his lonely Palace. He already began to miss the melanin goddess.

The Genie laughed to himself in his tiny living space. 

"He didn't day what kind of goddess. Gotta be more specific than that!" He cracked up.

Victoria was a jaguar melanin goddess. One that kept many men sinking into the floor after she was done with them leaving them wanting more. It was her specialty.

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I NEED MORE FLORIAN AND PABLO SMUT!! Do you know any other writers??! I need more I've literally read everything you wrote i need mooreeee of my big bois.

@crushed-pink-petals-writes for Pablo and @smuttywriter and @munteanhorewrites for Florian are the two I can name off the top of my head I know there’s more.

Check my #fic recs or #fic authors tag on my writing blog and you should find some more somewhere in the tag!

Also ummm 👉🏾👈🏾 I have some more smut for them coming soon I’m just a turtle with writing! Thank you for reading my stuff at all honestly and I promise I’m coming with more stuff!

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Professor Nasty

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Public sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading. 

I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. 

Thank you @dersha98 for the inspiration and the ending. Thank you love!

University of Munich

Y/N tried to keep her eyes on the slides but it was nearly impossible. She never believed the hot professor stereotype until now. 

Somehow she had gotten her dates mixed up and ended up registering for classes late. Which means all the good electives were taken. Y/N had gotten stuck with the two worst electives one could think of and she was sure to be in for a boring ass time. Public speaking and Romanian literature. 

Public speaking was the worst to Y/N, because well it was public speaking. Every other week she was giving a speech, standing in front of a class of 30. It was nerve racking and she always needed a break after that class. 

Romanian literature on the other hand surprised her. The professor was gorgeous, a man if she ever saw one. 

Talk and built like a brick wall that she would happily run into. She sat up front, eyes tracing his each movement. 

“So reports are due, please pass them up.”

Y/N pulled out the report that she put together less than 4 hours ago after reading the spark notes online. She hadn’t read most of the book, getting bored within the first 4 chapters. 

Everyone knew that professors didn’t read these things, just grazed over and did a length check. 

She quickly passed it forward and began to pack her stuff, last class of the day. Y/N couldn’t wait to get home and watch Netflix. 

1 week later 

A big bright red F was stamped on her paper. Not even a C or D. This would tank her grade in the class which would tank her GPA. 

Y/N waited until the class was empty before approving Mr. Munteanu

Up close he was even more impressive of a man. He was solid built and smelled like mint and firewood. She liked it. 

He didn’t even get her a chance to talk, “Your grade is your grade, stop staring off into space and maybe it could have been better.”

Y/N was shocked not expecting that out of the normally quiet professor. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Munteanu, the book was just really hard for me to get into. Can I try another book? Please?” 

Y/N tried her puppy eyes on him, hoping it would work like it would on her boyfriend. 

“Read the whole book, cover to cover and instead of a 2 page report, I want 4. The highest you can get is a B.” 

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” 

The way he licked his lips made her look away, something inside her heating up at the thought of his tongue.

“When is it due?” She finally asked. 

“I’ll give you a week, and Y/N don’t tell anyone. I don’t normally let students make up work.”

“I won’t, thanks again Mr. Munteanu.”

Y/N declined an invite to drinks, and lowkey ghosted her boyfriend to finish the paper. Once she got past the first 4 chapters the book was actually good. Lots of drama and sex which she wasn’t expecting. 

She easily typed out a report after and printed it out. Excited to hand it back to him after class. 

Y/N waited silently as Mr. Munteanu read her paper. His tall frame was casually leaned against the desk at the front of the auditorium. She fidgeted in her seat. Having him read it in front of her was nerve racking. 

The paper dipped below his lips and Y/N found herself staring at his lips and how pink they were, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked. 

“Miss Y/N, Y/N!” 

Y/N snapped out her daydream, “Yes Sir.”

“I asked what is your favorite part of the book?”

Y/N chewed her lips, wondering if she should tell the truth. The book had a few steamy sex scenes and they were explained in graphic detail. 

Y/N kind of shrugged, not wanting to answer him. 

“Use your voice young lady.” His voice was stern, making her clench her thighs. 

“The sex scenes Sir, they were just so real.”

One eyebrow shot up on his face. 

Y/N felt her heart speed up, this was not a conversation she was prepared to have with him. 

“Come here Miss Y/N.” 

On shaky legs she made her way to where he was standing, he picked the book up off the desk and handed it to her. 

“Show me your favorite part.” 

Y/N flipped through the book she was handed. For some reason her hands were shaking, she found the part. 

“This is it.” Y/N squeaked out. 

“Read it Miss Y/N.”

Y/N gulped, praying her voice did not fail her, “ His soft touch sent flutters through her body, this is what it felt like to be touched by a man. An experienced man…”

Mr. Munteanu wrapped a large hand around her hip, Y/N gasped.

“Can I touch you?” 

“Yes...please.”

Y/N cursed herself, already begging. Mr. Munteanu stood and Y/N felt surrounded by him, he towered over her, his scent engulfed her. Y/N tilted her face up, to look at him. 

“Tell me you want this.” he barely whispered. 

“I want this sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu crashed his lips on hers, kissing her aggressively. Y/N kissed him back, biting back a moan as he grabbed her ass.  She needed more, wanted more. 

“Please Sir…” she broke the kiss. 

“Please what sweetheart.” 

Y/N wasnt sure what to ask, fuck my brains out sir, use me like a toy sir, do anything you want. The pad of this thumb traveled from her hip to her neck where he gently squeezed getting a moan out of Y/N.

“Don't make me ask twice.” 

“Please fuck me Sir.” 

Mr. Munteanu growled as his other hand yanked at her jeans, not even bothering to unbutton them, pulling them down. 

Cold air hit Y/N wet pussy lips she was absolutely drenched from the little he had done. What happened next happened so quickly, Y/N head was still swirling. She was face down on the hard wooden desk, Mr. Munteanu running a thick digit up and down her slit.  The clink of a belt was all that could be heard over both of their hard breathing. 

“Fuck I wish I had more time.” his thick accent broke her out her spell. 

“Please...I need you.” Once again begging like a whore to be fucked by an older man. 

“Don't worry sweetheart, I am going to fuck you like a man should.” 

His wet tip came in contact with her thigh as he guided the thick cock head towards her entrance. His pre cum mixed with her wetness as he pushed inside her, testing the limits of her walls. 

A gasp left Y/N as his thickness filled her up, a painful stretch that quickly turned into pleasure. Mr. Munteanu pushed until their bodies were connected, Y/N walls fluttered around him, reacting to having such girth in them. 

“Good girl, taking all of me.” he grunted. 

Y/N moaned as he begin to fuck her, slow deep strokes that left her breathless. Y/N let out a loud fuck as he hit a particular spot. 

“Have to be quiet for me baby, can't let them know what I am doing to you.” 

“I cant...It feels so good...please more.” Y/N tried to bite her lip, to keep from getting too loud. 

“You want them to know that you like older men, that you let me fuck and so quick.”

“Fuck Yes, please dont stop!”

“I'm not stopping until I flood that cunt.” 

Mr. Munteanu lifted one of her legs, setting it on the desk, hitting even deeper on each stroke, a tingling that started in her core finally let go, Y/N toes curled as she had her first orgasm, breath hitched in her throat. 

“Look at you, already cumming all over my dick. Imagine if I had you in a bed, the things I could do to you babygirl.”

Y/N head swam with the thoughts, the way he could use her body, she wanted that more than she wanted anything else right now. 

“Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?”

He knows I have a boyfriend, Y/N though. Mr. Munteanu picked up the pace, slamming his hips into her. 

“Tell me Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. 

“No Sir, you feel better.” Y/N cried out. 

Y/N was being fucked so hard she swore the desk was moving, not that she cared, her second orgasm was sneaking up on her. 

Moans, skin slapping and the occasional grunt filled the empty auditorium. Mr. Munteanu pulled out, flipping her over before laying her back on the desk. All Y/N could see was him and his extremely chiseled chest. Her ass was pulled to the edge of the desk, her ankles by his ears, thick dick at her wet entrance. Y/N fist clenched around nothing, riding out her second orgasm. 

“Fuck, I am about to…” Mr. Munteanu never finished. 

He flooded her unprotected pussy, something she didn't even let her boyfriend do. He kissed her legs and thighs as he pulled her legs down. 

“I need more.” was the last thing he said as she rushed to put her pants back on and scurry out the door. 

Y/N rushed across campus, she felt like everyone knew what just had happened, she felt like everyone knew that her professor cum was staining her panties. She made it to her boyfriend's apartment, praying he was not there, still at the gym, or at the pub with friends.

The whole way up all she could think was, I just had sex with Mr. Munteanu! In the same class that he taught me in. Y/N was going to have to stare at that desk for the rest of the semester. She got to his apartment and mentally cursed herself, she could hear him on the game already. 

“Babe! Where have you been?” He asked her. 

“I had to turn in that paper and he had me stay while he read it.” Y/N tried to quickly get down the hallway but  Fynn wouldn't stop talking. Any other time he would be so engrossed in the game she could walk around stark naked and he wouldn't notice. 

“I waited on you for dinner though, I am hungry babe.” he whined. 

“Let me take a quick shower and I'll order your favorite.” 

She should feel guilty that her boyfriend was waiting for her to return while she was having the best sexual experience of her life on a desk, with her professor, who was also her boyfriend professor. But all she could think about was two orgasms in less than ten minutes. 

“Why are you walking funny baby?”

Y/N froze in her place, she just got fucked with the biggest dick she ever saw. 

“Sprained my ankle earlier in heels, I need to put it up.” 

Y/N quickly faked limped to the bathroom, turning the water up super high. She set her phone on the counter noticing a text from an unknown number. 

Be free Friday evening -Flo