#creed fic

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Soon come... “Promises” (Creed III/ Damian Anderson & Adonis Creed)

I’m stepping in the ring y’all! My first stab at a short Creed fic. Maybe I’ll set it around Halloween time.

Summary:

Damian Anderson returns to the streets of Los Angeles after being released from a long prison bid. Determined to land back on his feet, he seeks a second chance at life through boxing by showing up at the famous Delphi Boxing Academy to collect on a promise that was made to him by a former childhood friend, Adonis Creed...the man he went to prison for.

I renamed this Sinner & Saint. Find it HERE!

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Date Night with The Dragos

warnings: SMUT , So 18+ as always . 

Viktor Drago x Black Reader

(reader has a cute little night in with her husband)

other fics in the same timeline: mine , holidays with the dragos 

You add a little mascara to your bottom lashes before starting to slick your hair into a bun. You start your livestream.

“Okay y’all so we didn’t do a live for Christmas cause our little cherub was born right before Thanksgiving. Can you believe it?” you ask while waving at the camera and showing the screen the little shoes on the bathroom counter for the baby that’s probably too big for him to wear now but you��re just so excited for him to wear his little Doc Martens.

“How do you feel about this dress? I feel like it’s just right for the occasion but it feels a little silly to be wearing it indoors but I for damn sure wasn’t taking any risks with going out ri. So Restaurant A La Drago it its” 

You watch as the hearts pop up across the screen and the sweet comments about how you’re glowing and a few questions about Viktor.

“It’s actually date night so he’s downstairs cooking, again and will probably pop his head in at any minute to check on us. Can you believe he just made it in town yesterday? Safe to say I won at life with that one. He’s a complete papa bear and doesn’t even let us out of his sight when he’s here. But, we are still in a pandemic of course. So, date night will be at home. I think he’s trying to make sort of pasta, shrimp alfredo and some other food. I won’t bother him but I wanted to just come on for a bit and say a very late Happy New Year! I also promised y’all a “Plus Size Sex Q&A” so here we are.” you tell your viewers and instantly you see the questions start to pop up on the screen and one catches your eye. 

"Okay boo so you're saying that you're nervous about letting your man go down on you because of your double chin and fupa? He knows what you look like. He sees you regularly and he knows how beautiful you are , regardless. How they gon’ get offended cause you're living your best life and you’re extra plushy? Any man worth a damn is going to worship and taste the rainbow like the goddess you are. He better lift and push. Lift and stroke or he can lift the key to the door and go ‘cause you don’t have time for someone that makes you feel bad about your body. Simple. How are you gonna beat eggs if you aint got a handle to hold on to?  Also on that same topic. I notice a lot of women talk about wanting to taste like pastries, candy, or some sort of fruit. And I'm like, baby if he wanted a fruit basket he better hit up Edible Arrangements. He/she/they already know what's up. Same with hair. They better call you their little furby and call it a day. As long as you're clean and healthy.  We are adults. It’s your choice. Men who have a problem with this, cum probably taste radioactive. You’re just fine." You say supportively as the positive comments and questions pour through the section at the bottoms of the screen. 

'How about riding your man when you're plus size?' the next question sticker you selected was put up onto the screen for everyone to see. 

"I know that a lot of us are worried about this because one, Megan Knees are few and far in between. And two, we don't wanna feel like we're "crushing" them. So I feel like the best way for both of us is to kind of have him on the edge of the bed so that way you can place one foot on the floor and ooh make sure you grab a pillow! That way you can have your other knee next to his hip and on top of a pillow. So you're not putting your weight on him but not all the pressure is on your knees either. So you can go for longer and snatch his soul." You say giggling at the last bit.

At this point you hadn't noticed Viktor had come up to the bathroom to ask you if you wanted a snack, but he didn't want to interrupt your time with your viewers. 

He stood there admiring how you looked in your new dress. His gaze was all over you as he watched you in your element. Viktor didn’t even think that he had the words to describe the feeling of butterflies sitting in the pit of his stomach like he’s meeting you for the first time in the elevator at that press conference. 

"I also saw that question about the girls, the boobs not being perky and being afraid to just free them during. But like-"Do my titties hang low?  Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie ‘em in a knot? Can you put ‘em in a bow? YES." You say laughing softly as the 😂 emojis start to pop up in the comment section

"Yes , they do and you know what? They fit in Vik’s hands just the same as all the others."  You say and you hear his coughing from the doorway . You turn to look at him already turning red as you smile at him.

"What's the topic for today? What are you talking about up here?" He asks with a small smirk and a blush across his cheeks. 

You stop and look at him for a moment dressed in a nice crisp grey button up with dark grey pants that had his thighs looking right. He even wore dress shoes as if you were actually going out.

"Look at you! I haven’t seen you out of gym clothes in so long. You look so damn handsome babe! They were saying that they're sometimes a little insecure about letting their guy see all of them because their boobs sag. . . Mine are here to feed Andrii. Don't nobody have time to have a bra on to pretend that they’re perky. Then it’s digging into my shoulders and my back rolls and I can’t even focus on what’s going on in front of me. It’s about your comfort and pleasure too.” you say and you read the comments of people complimenting you on settling on the Andrii’s name and saying how much they feel validated and seen. 

Viktor places soft kisses along your shoulder and neck before looking up at you and nodding. “You’re right. At the end of the day we are just glad to be seeing titties. It doesn't matter where they sit on your body.” 

You look at him and fall out laughing at him saying titties but nodding along with what he’s saying. 

“Do you remember- Okay this is too much information but do you remember when we first started talking and you said you’d never cu-” you are cut off by him kissing you and you giggle into his mouth knowing that he gets shy easily and don’t want them knowing his business.

He wraps his arms around you hugging you from behind in front of the large mirror before leaning down to the baby swing that’s to the left of you to look at Andrii asleep and clutching his blanket. 

“I would say that a lot of guys are , what is the word for it ? I’m trying to say that they want their girls to have the “perfect” everything. Perfectly curvy with no stretch marks or cellulite or anything else. But half of them are out here smelling like cheese with dirty socks. I stay in the gym at least 6 out of the 7 days of the week because of my career and I’m still saying don’t worry about them. None of that matters because when you find the right one for you. They’re going to want to be all up on you. But forewarning, this is the result-'' Viktor explains chuckles lowly as he turns your phone to Andrii. 

You shake your head and laugh softly at your man standing and reading the comments of how cute Andrii is and how much he looks just like Viktor. 

“Can y’all believe that? 9 months of literally feeling like I was growing an alien just for him to come out looking just like his papa. His full name is Andrii Viktor Ivan Drago, yes.” you say answer one of the questions about if you still wanted his middle name to be Viktor. 

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more because it is date night and y’all can’t see it right now but the way that this man got his giant hand tapping on my butt is letting me know that he wants me to wrap it up. So, I hope you have a good day and a new year full of good love and blessings on blessings.” you say to them before blowing them kisses and telling Viktor to say bye.

He couldn’t wait for you to turn off the instagram live so that he could love on you. 

“Damn I love you. You look so good. You always look good but you look amazing tonight. I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out but let me put Andrii in his bed so that I can show you what I’ve got for you, beautiful.” Viktor says to you before carefully leaning down to scoop Andrii out of the swing.

You meet Viktor downstairs with the baby monitor in hand and he tells you to close your eyes as he walks you over to the kitchen. 

“Okay, open. Don’t roast me but I tried.” he says as he takes his hands off of your eyes. 

As you open them, the candles and rose petals come into view. He decorated the living room with bouquets of flowers for you and candles with blankets, pillows, and movies set up near the tv. Dinner was already set up on the table with candles lit and the wine glasses already full. 

He even got the fireplace going. It was the little things that won you over with him. 

“Why would I roast you? It’s perfect, thank you bae! I love it and you.” you voiced as Viktor looks at you smiling all shyly. This giant ass boxer was a giddy little thing around his wife that he adored more than anything and getting praises from you was his favourite thing next to being a papa.

“That’s not it though. These are for you. I know that I didn’t have a chance to get you a “push gift” like you we were talking about. Hell, I was just hoping that I would make Andrii’s birth in time. The press for the fight again Adonis was crazy. But I ordered these like a week ago and was waiting for the right moment.” he explains and you eye him for a moment because this almost felt like when he put the box in your hand when he proposed. 

As you opened the first box the diamond necklace sparkled instantly under the kitchen lights along with the matching earrings and your arms instantly went around his neck to pull him in for a hug.

“These are beautiful, baby! Thank you.” You say to him before he takes it out of the box and places the set on you. 

“I meeaaannan I can be romantic or whatever.” he says jokingly using your phrase and he leans down to kiss you sweetly before asking if you’re hungry. 

“This smells and looks so good. I can’t believe you pulled it off bae.” you compliment him and he lets out a low chuckle as he shovels a fork of pasta into his mouth. 

Other couples usually did the sitting across the table thing from each other but you two were so clingy with each other that you had to sit next to each other.

You sat leaning into him while twirled some of the pasta onto the fork and fed it to you. 

“Nah, I fucked up while I was trying to add the sauce . I had to call the italian restaurant down the street from us but it’s still good, yes?” he asks and you nod before opening the other container. 

“Is this chocolate mousse?” you question and he laughs loudly knowing you’re about to go in.

The silence falls over both of you and you take his hand in yours when you notice that he’s deep in thought. 

“Do you remember what I told you, yes? There is no shame here. What is there to be ashamed of? You are my champion.  Win or lose. Belt or no belt. One loss to Adonis doesn’t make that any less true. I didn’t need to watch a single match to know that. I love you, and honestly you made enough money off of that match to retire and never have to step foot in the ring again. I’ve been thinking about it. If you wanted to go after your own dreams and not what your father wanted. I’d be behind you 100 percent.” you reassure him and he drops his head to your shoulder before leaning up to kiss you softly. 

“I’ll think about it...I love you. ” he replies quietly before you break the little bit of tension by asking him to pass you the mousse. 

Dinner went by so lovely with your man after getting the elephant in the room out of the way. It was just nice to enjoy him and his conversation after so long of him being away and you being focused on your work and Andrii. 

He really is the sweetest as he cleared the table and stood by the sink about to wash the dishes. 

You swayed your hips to the music as you sauntered over to him. The wine was already flowing through your system as you hugged him from behind. 

You take the towel out of his hand. He relaxes against you and lets out a breath as your hands run down his chest and to his stomach while you sway with him to the melody.

“What are you up to, wife?” he asks as he watches your hands travel to the button of his pants and undo them before slowly gliding your hand across his bulge, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Is this for me?” you tease as you begin to pump him slowly and you drop down in front of him. 

You kiss the head of his dick before kissing the side and licking a strip up the underside of him. 

“Just wanna thank you for all that you do for us. I really got the best husband in the world. You’re so good to me.” you say to him knowing that his praise kink is about to go into overdrive. 

“I vowed to take care of you. I intend to honour that… In all ways.” he says with a smirk while he’s cupping your chin and running his thumb across your cheek. 

“Let me take care of you right now.” you say laughing softly before running his tip across your lips and suckling softly before taking him into your mouth slowly to not gag as you glide him further. 

“God daaaammnn” was all he managed to say as you begin to slurp him down and bob your head . At this point you were an expert at breathing through your nose and throating all of him effortlessly. 

You look up at him through your lashes and wide eyed as you watch him grip the sink and thrust his hip using your mouth as much as he needs. You put your hands behind your back and let him work. 

He was already biting and licking his lips while moaning your name brokenly before asking you to stop after a few minutes. 

You let your lips trail over him slowly as you pull off with a pop and look up at him with a pout.

“You didn’t like it papi?” you tease him as you massage his thigh with one hand and continue to stroke him with the other.

He laughs deeply at the little pout on your lips as he wipes the mascara that smeared a little and he runs his thumb across your lip before pulling you up to him. 

“You’re such a lil tease. Come here.” 

He helps you wriggle out of your dress while you unbutton his shirt and push his boxers down further. 

Viktor aint waste no time lifting you off your feet and onto him. He walks you over to the huge pile of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace.

He laid you in front of him as he planted heated kisses from your lips to your neck, to each of your breasts as he reached behind you and unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side. As he leaned down to softly lick over your nipples knowing that they’re a little sensitive he takes his time as you moan softly and lay your head back.

This man was going to be the death of you as he started trailing his tongue down your stomach and pulling the bright scarlet red lace thong you were wearing down your thick legs. 

He grabbed one of the pillows that was off to the side and put it under the lower part of your back. He wastes no time lifting your leg up to him and licks your inner thigh. 

He places a kiss to your other one and licks at your calf before laying in between your legs. He grips your hips and brings you up to his mouth to devour. 

Viktor grabs the back of your thighs , squeezing gently as he nibbles and suckles your clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it before licking between your folds and sliding his tongue into you at a rhythm that has you writhing and trying to wrap your thighs around him as he pushes deeper into you. 

You let out a low broken whine as he slides his hands from your hips up your sides and to your breasts to hold on. He lets go of one as he brings his hands to your mouth to get his fingers nice and wet when you suck on them. 

He brings them down to massage you while his tongue never falters and you are lifting your hips off of the pillow while warning him that you were close. 

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” 

All you could do was close your eyes and lay your head back as you try to push his head off of you and he locks his arm around your waist. He didn’t stop until his beard was glistening with the essence of you and he sighed happily against you when you came. He placed soft kisses to you as he let go of your waist.

“Good girl. You made a mess, huh?” Viktor says massaging your thighs and he gives you a second to catch your breath as you sit up and kiss him bringing him down to lay on top of you and capture your lips in his, sloppily.

He slips his tongue into your mouth and you can taste yourself on it as his hands wander down your body massages over every roll, every dip, every crevice of your beautiful brown skin. 

You didn’t even need to make sure that he was fully where he needed to be because you could feel him resting heavily on your stomach as he grinded against you and kissed you back. 

Viktor pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder and then the other as he stroked himself for a moment before pushing into you. He turns his head to kiss your ankle as he rolls his hips into you. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as his strong thrusts sent you into a world of ecstasy. 

With a  slight sheet of sweat already adorning his beautiful chiseled body . You scraped your acrylic nails down his abs and watched them clench and his hips stuttered for a moment as he licked over his lips and chuckles when he shudders at your touch. You drag the nails over his thighs and let out a loud whine of his name when he finds your spot. 

“Fuck, fuck.” is all that he managed to say as he watched your breasts bounced from the force of his quickened, deeper thrusts before his eyes settle on yours. 

You stare into his emerald greens all glossy eyed and his reddened lips all puffy from you sucking on them. He had a hickey forming right above his trimmed patch from you suckling there earlier before taking him into your mouth. 

He falls over you resting his weight on his arms as his biceps flex and he leans down to kiss you again.

He hisses as his muscles tense and he leans down to nip at your neck. 

You rest your hand on his hip and push him back for a second. 

“You still sore?” you ask referring to his last fight that took place two days ago and he hadn’t had time for an ice bath or to get a deep tissue massage. 

“I’m alright. Damn you’re gripping my shit like a vice. Feels good?” he asked smiling softly, always aiming to please. 

You nod and push his hips back before letting him slowly pull out. 

As you moved him he looked confused for a second before you placed two pillows under his knees and laid on your stomach and pushed your hips back waiting for him. You reached back to grab his arm gently and lock it around your waist again. 

Viktor chuckles softly before letting out a “thank you baby”.  

He runs his dick against you for a moment getting it wet before gliding into you fully and effortlessly. 

His hands rubbing from the back of your thighs, to your cheeks, and up your back as he lays on grips your chin as he buries himself into you at a slow even pace, letting you adjust to him.

You both let out a loud drawn out moan and you hold onto the pillow in front of you while his thrusts begin to quicken. 

His strong thighs were hitting the back of yours with his powerful thrusts . You let out little soft squeals and moans as you rotate your hips to meet his thrusts and you swear this man was growling at this point when you lean back against his chest and gripped his thigh while he pummeled into you. 

As you gripped his thigh he brought his hands down your body and leaned up for a second into the bag sitting off to the side and grabbed the mini vibrator on it and dragged it from your nipples down your stomach to settle on your clit as he pushed into you once, twice, and by the third time you were already falling forward before he catches you and his fist hits the ground as his own orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave. 

You let out a content hum/sigh as your eyes flutter closed and Viktor peppers kisses on your skin as he fucks both of you through it. 

“Love you. Love you.” he whispers into your ear and you silently thank your doctor for recommending a new type of birth control ‘cause this man would’ve given you triplets on this round. 

He sat the vibrator aside and rocked his hips at a slower pace as he massaged your back and gently pulled out. You could feel him dragging against your walls as he did and that made you shiver a bit. 

Viktor quickly turned you around to look at you and smile at you all fucked out and lovingly. 

You give him a small smile and place your hands on his cheeks just sharing a loving moment with him before he brings your hands down to his heart and places them there. You know what he meant as he closed his eyes and just relished in the moment for a second . Thinking about how blessed he was to have someone to love him the way that you do. 

He finally presses kisses to your hands and leans down to kiss you before telling you he’ll be right back. 

Viktor’s gone for a moment to grab a warm cloth, boxers for himself, check on Andrii, and grab a silk gown for you before returning to check on you. 

He wraps you in his arms after cleaning up and you two talk by the fireplace for who knows how long as he tells you he thinks he’s done with boxing for good. 

You reassure him that you’ll be there when Ivan ultimately has a heart attack over it and you’ll both get through whatever may come , together as always. 

(unedited so there might be some typos lol. also sorry for posting this on a sunday enjoy! lol. 

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Aren’t y’all tired of me starting a new fic while in the middle of another one? 😅 No? Ok good. First off, let me say thank you to @theogbadbitch for trusting this idea to me. I promised her that this would be posted today and I worked all day to ensure that I made good on that promise. Thank you to my lovelies @blackpantherismyish & @princessstevens for proofreading this and making sure I don’t sound stupid. If y’all spot other typos, hey, we’re human.

I. SPECIAL AFFAIR

Cinnamon spiced vanilla circulated throughout the space, a result of the candle burning on the corner of the sink. Bianca sank deep in the tub and allowed the soy milk and jasmine absolute to soothe her skin as her Sex Bomb bath bomb fizzled away in the tub. Her braids were in a messy bun atop her head as she washed away the day in preparation for the long night she had ahead. She hummed along to Janet Jackson as Discipline played through the Beats Pill speaker, biting her lip as she tried to quell the hunger rising in the pit of her belly. It had been weeks since she’d seen him, a result of his rigorous training schedule, but now that was over and she was ready to be needed again.

Once her bath was done, she massaged her skin with her cocoa vanilla homemade body butter and proceeded to get dressed. She released her braids from their messy bun and allowed them to flow freely down her back, secured behind her ears by a large red bow that she knew he’d love. Once done, she stood in the mirror and admired herself. She opted for a black, strappy two-piece lingerie set with fishnet stockings and her black Fetish peep toe Louboutins, a gift from Adonis the previous Christmas. She completed the look with natural makeup and a long, tan trench coat. Since her lover couldn’t come to her, she’d go to him and she was sure to make the wait worth his while.

The commute to his penthouse apartment was fairly quick. Traffic was light due to everyone being out celebrating Adonis’ win. After about 15 minutes, she parked beside his chrome G Wagon and made her way to the glass elevator. This was one of her favorite features, as it provided a beautiful view of the Los Angeles cityscape. She made a mental note to add one to her home once the necessary paperwork was completed. After a short ride, the doors of the elevator opened and she was greeted by black and white marble floors and dark slate walls. To the left of the elevator was a gold cylindrical table with a glass top that housed a small glass vase filled with opal orchids, her favorites. She smiled softly at the fact the he’d remembered the small detail from their first conversation almost 3 months prior.

As she stepped out and into the apartment, the remaining interior came into view. The furniture was black with gold and white accents. The walls were decorated with each of his championship belts all leading up to the centerpiece, a large portrait of him and his father that hung above the marble fireplace

“A present for me?” he asked gesturing to the bow in her hair. The heaviness of his Russian accent coupled with the deep rasp of his voice had her clenching her thighs in excitement. She smirked, lifting her head to meet his lustful gaze before nodding her head.

“Why don’t you come unwrap it,” she purred. He quickly closed the distance between them, wasting no time peeling the coat from her shoulders. He stopped once it fell to her feet, marveling at the way her body looked in the lingerie. He licked his lips to keep his mouth from watering as he stared like a dog in heat.

“I’ve been thinking of this moment ever since you entered the arena tonight. Your singing voice is almost as beautiful as your moans,” he growled as he grabbed a fistful of her braids. Her breath hitched as his other hand traveled up the planes of her hips to wrap possessively around her waist.

“Viktor,” she mewled as he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck. He chuckled darkly before whispering against the shell of her ear.

“He may have won the fight, but I’m your heavy-weight champion tonight.” With that, he peeled the lingerie off of her body and began peppering kisses down her body. It felt as though her entire soul was on fire when his tongue dipped into her center, flicking and licking at her sensitive nub. She sang his name like a chorus as he lifted one of her legs over one of his broad shoulders to continue his feast. Before she had a chance to react, both of her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was bouncing her like a pogo stick on his shaft.

“Fuuuck,” she groaned as she dug her nails into the skin of his back, completely oblivious to her phone buzzing in her purse.

--

Trap music thumped through the speakers as Adonis and his crew settled into their VIP section on the upper level of the club. Blue and purple lights illuminated the spaces, giving each of the club’s inhabitants a mysterious glow. Three tables decorated the middle of the space, each occupied by two bottles of Ace of Spades each, a bottle of Hennessy as well as mixers of the men’s choosing. There were also two cocktail waitresses there to make sure the men were happy and their drink tables stayed full. Donnie had made sure to tip them generously before stepping away to call and check on Bianca only to be met with her voicemail. He slid his phone back into the back pocket of his jeans before rejoining his entourage.

“Ayo Donnie, where’s Bianca?” Amir inquired as he popped another bottle of Ace of Spades.

“Y’all know she don’t do clubs. I just tried to call her, she must’ve took her hearing aids out and went to bed early.” Though he wished she was there to celebrate his win with him, he knew how tired she must’ve been from rehearsing and the fight earlier. Despite the fact that she wasn’t by his side, Adonis still felt high. Not from the many drinks he’d consumed in the last hour, but because he’d finally lived up to his father’s legacy and done something that he felt would make him proud. Despite all odds, he defeated Viktor Drago and was now the world heavy-weight champion and he felt invincible.

As the lights of the club changed from dark blue to a sensual red, the attention of his crew fell to the last three women to enter the club.

“Gahdamn, who is that?” Demetrius exclaimed, pulling Donnie from his thoughts. His eyes followed Demetrius’ until the fell on the trio of women with green wristbands walking to the neighboring VIP section.

The tallest of the group was dressed in a black tube dress decorated with rhinestones and black strappy heels. Her long box braids were pulled back into a low ponytail and she moved through the crowd like she owned the place. The second, slightly younger girl was dressed more casually, sporting a red and white tank dress with red block heels and a jean jacket. Her hair was pulled into a sleek low ponytail and her smile, along with her beauty had Adonis mesmerized. The last of the trio seemed to be the most outgoing and the life of the party. She wore a black lace bodysuit with a black pencil skirt and black pumps. Her hair was pulled into sleek pigtails and around her neck was an iced out letter A pendant.

“Donnie you good?” Demetrius asked, snapping his fingers in Adonis’ face in an effort to pull him from the trance that he was stuck in.

“Y-Yeh I’m good,” he stuttered. “Shorty in the red got a nigga stuck. I gotta say something to her.” He chugged the rest of his drink before making his way through the crowd and over to the girls’ VIP section.

“Excuse me, miss, is this seat taken?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space beside the girl in the red dress.

“It is now, Mr. Creed,” Pigtails piped up before pulling him down in the seat. He chuckled before sitting down, placing his arm behind Red Dress’s shoulders.

“I’m Adonis as I’m sure you already know. And you are?”

“Amina,” Red Dress responds with a soft smile. Her voice was like silk, weaving its way through Donnie’s senses.

“Amina, such a beautiful name. So what does one have to do to get you out of here, Amina?” he asks with a smirk, readjusting the Cuban link around his neck.

“Be Adonis Creed,” Pigtails piped up again, causing Amina to send her a death stare.

“Don’t mind Ashley, we don’t bring her out often,” Amina says bashfully.

“Well, you didn’t deny what she said. Is it true?” Amina gulped as she met his lustful gaze.

“It would be but --”

“But?” Adonis interjects, running his index finger down her arm. He had no idea why, but something deep in his psyche had to touch her. He needed to know if she were truly as soft as she appeared and she was. She was enchanting and she wasn’t even doing anything major. Not since Bianca had he been this enamoured by a woman and he was admittedly taken aback, but there was something in him that urged him to push forward.

“But, I have a boyfriend.”

“And I have a girlfriend. One night together won’t hurt anything,” he coaxed, allowing his fingers to trail up to the delicate skin of her neck and jaw. Come back to my spot and if you ain’t feeling me then we can forget one another and go back to our lives.”

“Do it, Mina,” Queen Bee spoke after watching the encounter. “Hi, I’m Amara, Amina’s sister. Trust me when I say she needs this.” Donnie couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t know what Amina had been going through, but it had to be something serious if both her sister and friend were pushing her into his arms and his bed.

“I’m not a hoe,” Amina declared.

“No one said you were, pretty girl. We’re just two adults looking to have a good time. If something happens, it happens. If it doesn’t then it’s not the end of the world.” When explained like that, Amina was more willing to take him up on his offer.

“How about we start with a dance,” Donnie states, reaching his hand out for hers. She took it with a smile and allowed him to lead her out to the dance floor. Their bodies swayed to Syd’s soft lyrics as Special Affair flowed through the speakers. Amina wrapped her arms around Donnie’s neck, singing along to the song as they moved in tandem with one another.

“Oh this a special affair, huh?” Donnie asked with a sly smirk.

“I mean, the night is pretty special. You did just win a fight, an important one might I add.’

“You right,” he nodded, moving his hands down to grip her ass slightly. She bit her lip, an inadvertent response to her ass being gripped.

“Oh that’s a spot, huh?” he smirked, gripping it tighter and jiggling it slightly. It took everything in her not to moan aloud. Donnie was hitting all of her triggers and he knew it.

“Oooh, Mina getting wet,” Donnie purred in her eat as he continued massaging her ass, alternating jiggling each cheek. They stayed like this for the next few songs before returning to Donnie’s VIP section.

“So you coming with me or nah?” Amina chewed her bottom lip nervously as her eyes met his. In hindsight, a one night stand with Adonis Creed would be something to think about when Erik wasn’t acting right, but she wasn’t one to create unnecessary drama.

Do it, Mina. Amara’s voice echoed in her brain as she stared at his full lips. Fuck it, she thought to herself as she slid out of the booth and followed him to his car. He opened her door and allowed her to slide in before jogging around to the passenger side. As they drove back to his rented condo, the universe decided to find humor in the situation as Ella Mai and Chris Brown narrated their escapade.

It’s something ‘bout being wrong // That just feels so right // 

Think about it in the morning // ‘Cause we be all night // 

And baby, we could never keep going // ‘Cause you already knowin’

That you never stop the show // Until you see the lights (Woo!)

And the lights ain’t on right now // I can’t even see what’s goin’ on right now

‘Cause this Hennessy is so strong right now // I don’t even care if I’m wrong right now, right now

“See, Chris Brown and Ella got the right idea. It ain’t cheating, it’s a whatchamacallit.”

“Ummm, no, it’s definitely cheating,” Amina said with a chuckle.

“You having second thoughts?”

“No, I just find it ironic that that’s the song that’s playing while we’re on the way to your place.”

“Yeah, that’s crazy,” he laughs, pulling into the driveway of the condo. She was in awe when she stepped inside. The floors were hardwood and the first floor was decorated in invitingly warm colors. A cognac colored sofa with matching ottoman sat in the middle of the living room facing the large flatscreen television on the northern wall. Large floor to ceiling windows decorated the east side of the space while the kitchen and dining area occupied the west. A spiral staircase led up to the master suite where the pair now stood staring at one another.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Adonis asks. He wanted her to be completely comfortable and to know that she could leave whenever she chose to.

“We’re here now, might as well go through with it.” Donnie nodded before taking her lips with his, immediately losing himself in their softness and her taste. She tasted like Hennessy and good intentions and he craved more. His hands roamed her body, gripping and groping the exposed flesh while she locked her arms around his neck. He guided her to the bed where he gently laid her down, still sucking and nipping on her lips and neck.

“Donnie,” she purred as he kissed the sensitive skin behind her ear.

“Wassup?” he asked as he slid the straps of her dress down her arms, revealing the medusa tattoo on her sternum. He ran his tongue along it before trailing it over to her pierced perky nipples and down her belly to her perfectly shaved core.

“Landing strip, huh? Tryna guide a nigga to the G-Spot?”

“Some of y’all can’t find it,” Amina countered with a chuckle that was quickly silenced by two of Donnie’s thick fingers invading her slickness. She squirmed under him, moaning as her curled his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion against that sweet spot inside of her.

“Mmm, judging by the way you squirming I’d say I found it,” he teased, flicking his tongue against her clit as his fingers continued to work her spot. Amina continued to purr and squirm as Donnie worked her up and before she could find her release, he slid himself into her. She wasn’t sure when he grabbed the condom, but was thankful that he was smart enough to wear one. Her voice was caught in her throat as he thrust into her, rocking her body to heights it hadn’t been taken to before. Her first orgasm hit within a few minutes, but he continued his quest, aiming to make sure she came undone screaming his name until she was hoarse.

It ain’t cheating // It’s a whatchamacallit (Ooh ow!)

This could be our little secret // A whatchamacallit (Ow! Ooh)

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Results for ‘Best Chaptered Creed Fic’

First Place: ‘the day we met’ by @cyrusthegoodman and @tjthekippen Second Place: ‘Loving is Easy’ by  @tyrus-muffins

[babybluepeaches]

Creed fic: All that Glitters by @champagnesugamama

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I’m living for Daddy Donnie P.T. 2

Part 1

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introducing the finalists for “Best Chaptered Creed Fic”

Loving Is Easy by @tyrus-muffins (tyrus_muffins on AO3)

the day we met by @cyrusthegoodman & @tjthekippen (Heereweare on AO3)