#daddy luh smut

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Catch Me If You Can

Jojo: where tf u at? called u like 10 times.

Me: ik. call you back inna minute, dam. chill out.

Jojo: best watch yo mouth if u know was good for u.

Me: why Jo? Not like you can do shit bout it rn..

Jojo: where are you y/n?

Me: atta party..

Me:

Jojo: lil girl, swear to God. Quit fuckin playin with me. Drop ur location.

Jojo: right fuckin now.

Me: naw, I'm good.

Jojo: Ma, you playin wit fire rn..

Me: catch me if you can.

I slide my phone into the back pocket of my mini ass shorts with an amused chuckle before grabbing Marie and tugging her to the living room to dance. It's dim and humid but fuck if I give a damn bout that while me and my girl roll our hips to the beat. [ https://youtu.be/e5RUsVqX37Q?si=00j1_Xqfpqf5Ov7C]

Whole vibe got me sweatin my edges out as we grind through 3 more songs; it's a miracle that I even see the front door swing open as I'm caressin and windin my body to the beat:

Marie and I make it out the back door by the skin of our teeth, giggling as we run cross campus to the next party. It's pitch black and freezing cold out side, but neither of us care as we fly through the brisk breeze. My booty shorts don't do a damn thing to help contain my ass as it jiggles wildly with each step.

We're both wheezing and clutching our sides for air as we fly through the door and slam it shut. It's cracking in here; place is packed with bodies, booze and laughter. Led lights flash allover the room as the music booms, clearly signaling a more lively atmosphere than the last place.

"Y/n! Marie!" Andre beckons us from the corner of room, sitting with his arm slung around Cate's shoulders as he holds up a blunt.

We make our way over, Marie immediately sittin down criss cross on the floor and explaining our narrow escape from Jordan as Andre lights the blunt. Its dark in here too besides the bouncing lights; the air is smoky as fuck in this corner of the room. No way I woulda seen Dre if he aint call out to us.

He takes a few puffs before handing the blunt to Cate. She takes a soft inhale before givin it to me. Just what I need after all that excitement.

I sit, taking deep pulls from the blunt before passing it to Marie. Blowin out the smoke slowly I cant help dippin back into my seat and closin my eyes as I let the tree go to work. It's so easy to let their voices surround me as I tune out their words. The fuzzy, warm sensation wraps my body in a hug, the welcoming high foggin my brain as I recline and laze into the couch.

I'm so relaxed into my vibe that I barely feel Cate tap my naked knee. I turn my head to look at her slender frame leaned into Andre's side.

"You better not let them know we knew where you are; Jordan don't play that shit. Marie might be screwed already but I'm not takin one for the team on this one." Andre says facing Cate, letting her shotgun his hit.

I smirk and close my eyes again before respondin.

"Fine.. Pussy."

"Oh so you extra tough now right? Huh ma?"

Daddy's voice is a low snarl in my ear as my eyes snap open wide. It's comical how quick my cowardly friends scatter as Jordan comes around the back of the couch to stand in front of me.

"Hi, Jordan. See ya y/n/n!" Marie chirps before disappearing into the darkness.

"Don't forget to come say bye before you guys leave." Cate says, dragging Andre off in the same direction.

I'm dying to escape with em, specially wit how Jordans starin at me. Bae look like she on demon time and I'm not sure if I can take whats comin. Got me hesitant to speak knowin I completely got caught slippin.

"Baby," I start sickeningly sweet. "You're here! I'm so happy. Marie said-"

Jordan's hand flashes out like lightening to grip my neck and pull me close. The squeeze makes each shallow breath difficult but the dark stoic gaze piercing my fuckin soul keep me from movin an inch. I do nothing more than limply hold at her wrist while she steps closer to press us nose to nose.

"Tell me one goddamn word that came outta Moreau's mouth. Go head, I fuckin dare you. You're gonna be fuckin sorry y/n."

I don't think I've ever been so quick to shut the fuck up. The silence stretches for a few momemts, makes me uneasy and I'm sure Jordan knows this. Knows every fuckin thing about me, about my body.

"I went through alotta fuckin trouble to find you, so I dont give a fuck what anybody else thinks, thought or fuckin said."

She uses the grip on my neck to slowly pull me from the couch and put me on my knees, refusing to lose eye contact as the other hand unbuttons her jeans. Full lips upturned at the corner inna smirk, button nose flared.. I already know the plans going through that maniacal mind, know what's comin next. I don't know what's pounding harder: my heart or my cunt.

"You listenin to what everybody else fuckin said but which one of them are here to save you now y/n?"

The cold hard wood floor presses against my smooth brown skin as I shift nervously, watchin as Jordan smoothly transitions. Doesn't even bother to check if anyone's looking as he pulls out his rigid leaky dick and repeatedly taps it across my mouth. Daddy stares down at me lookin absolutely furious, his breathing startin to accerlerate as he makes a mess on my face.

So lengthy and so fuckin angry, tip flushed the prettiest and deepest of pinks. Thick clear strings of precum smear allover my bare heart shaped lips as he humps forward over and over, doin the same to my cheeks. He looks fuckin anguished from arousal, but still so goddamn pretty as he uses me.

"You know how long I've been like this? How much I needed you? But you wanna play fuckin games. What bout when you need Daddy? Don't I always give you what you want?"

I know his questions are rhetorical, that if I continue with my earlier attitude that this only gets worst. Still my pussy clenches rhythmically as I lean into his touch, knowin regardless off my permission he's about to pay me back for my insolence.

"Jo pleeeease." I whine, utterly shamed and hoping he'll take me back to his dorm. "Somebody's probably watchin, let's go to your room."

"Naw, fuck that. Tongue out." He spits at me.

I comply at the drop of a dime, drooling a bit as Jordan slides the tip of his dick in and out of my mouth. My hands lay limply in my lap as he holds the sides of my face. Head tipped back, dark chocolate eyes still observing the prey at his feet as he moans loudly into the air. I know his antics are purposeful, hoping that someone hears and stumbles upon my punishment.

"And somebody- mmmmm, ohfuck, just like that, princess- is watchin honey. Wouldn't you wanna see a little brat like you get put in their place?"

The fluids drip from his cock to my tongue steadily as he uses it as a slip and slide. I curl my wet pink muscle on every pull out tryin to get an extra taste.

Even when they're not bein nice, I just wanna please em. It would be a lie if I said I didn't test his nerves jus to end up like this: pussy drippin wet and at their mercy.

"Know what? Mmm, ooooh baby girl, just like that.. I think you're pretendin you don't like bein watched. Hooooh fuck, think we both know it was just a matter of time before you showed everyone how much you love my cock."

His pace speeds; mean words and assault on my mouth make my body heat and pussy clench. Wetness plasters my thick brown thighs as i squeeze them together repeatedly for just a hint a pressure. If I wasn't in so much trouble I'd see if I could get away secretly fingering my clit but getting caught wouldn't be worth it. Daddy's pissed and I'd be dumb to test that.

"Jesus christ, thas it. Ahhh, fuuu- so good, ma, so fuckin good! Shit, put that snappy lil mouth to good use. Daddy'll show you how to talk to me nice sweetheart."

Jordan slides further inside my wet warm cavern, the slight curve of him makin me gag as I try to relax and breathe deeply through my nose. His balls, sticky with my drool, play a game of hit and miss as they occasionally slap my chin. The hold on the sides of my face graduate to one of his big hands with a strong grip in my hair, keeping me in place.

"Fuckin best lil dick sucker I ever meeeet! Should came back to the room baby. Mm fuck, mighta showed you some fuckin mercy."

The rhythm of him fuckin my mouth is so erratic and desperate. Poor daddy seems a bit distressed as grunts and groans turn to sexy whiny moans. I wanna hold em in my arms from how he trembles from the intense nut he's about to bust. The way he tosses his head back with tightly shut lids makes me a bit sad I can't see the pleasure in his beautiful eyes.

"Dammit, I'm so close ma. Yeeees, ohfuck. Uhn uhhhhh.. Get ready, bout to fill that pretty lil throat up with some cream!"

I refuse to shut my eyes shut and miss the way Jordan stills his hips, continuing to use the grip in my freshly styled hair to fuck my mouth on his dick. My eyes tear up but I struggle to blink them back, hoping to not leave this situation so fuckin messy. I moan at the thought of them ruining me, throat already sore from his treatment.

"Ahhhh here it is pretty.. Haaaah sh- feels 'mazin y/nnnn. Take it, mmmmm ahfuck! Thas it. Fuuuuuck!"

I'm so ready when I get the first thick, heavy blast. Takes an extra swallow but I get it down before the 2cnd gush of cum can choke me. Still, Daddy's shootin like I ain't already take 3 of his loads this morning before class.

His nut leaks from the corners of my mouth as he pushes in more, givin me a shot straight down my throat. Jordan finally looks back down at me as I struggle around him. He looks so fuck yummy: forhead wrinkled and covered in a light perspiration, a dazed stare in his eyes as his chest heaves for air, and a small smile on his slightly agape plump pink lips. I'm sure if they could could they'd be starin down at me with hearts in their eyes right now.

I can't be more relieved when he slides his dick out, wiping the remaining cum off from his tip on my tongue before stuffing himself into his jeans. I savor a few gulps of air as he pulls me to my feet. Daddy kisses my mouth messily, smacking my ass sharply and tellin me to go say goodbye to our friends.

Yeah the fuck right, with sticky tracks of pre cum smeared allover my God damn face? I can barely contain my eye roll as I turn to walk away. Even if my juices are streamin out my pussy down my leg, ima make em work for their next nut. So I'm out. It's so fuckin easy to pretend to head their way before makin a break for the exit.

"Anybody that recorded that, if I see that shit online or anyone talks shit to my fuckin girl, it's up. Bet on that." Jordan threatens nearby party goers before transitioning, taking confident measured steps toward my hasty retreat.

A/N: The link provided at the beginning of the story is to a music video on YouTube; its the song I envisioned while writing the fic. It's not needed to read it, it's just a lil peek inside the authors head.

[kaiandels]

Girls and Dykes ✧.*: e.w x reader ✧.

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req by: my special woman @ximtiredx 🫶🏻 luh you mama

warning: SMUT w a slightly long plot (mdni), jacksonfuckboy!Ellie, daddy kink, Reader being absolutely dumb, slight friendship betrayal, EXTREMELY TOXIC (fictional only). Idk if I forgot any more please do tell if I did! Only the Title has the d-slur!

writer’s note: this au is still the “infected au” but with modern technology and etc. you get it… right?

- INSPIRED BY THE SONG NASA by Josh Levi.

Not proofread!!

white - The reader

green - Ellie

red - Dina

pink - Cat

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It has been 2 years since you found Jackson and decided to stay there. It was everything everyone could ever ask for, the food, the civilization, it felt as if there weren’t any dangers outside as we speak. It has been completely undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to you.

I mean, you built your dream home. It was everything you have ever wanted. You believed that there were a difference between a home and a house. And maybe, the home wasn’t the house… maybe it was a person? It was corny. You knew it. But you fell inlove the moment you saw her. Ellie-motherfucking-Williams.

That name always rung a bell, and obviously, that name also made a lot of people run their mouths. Some people weren’t really keen to the idea of homosexuality in Jackson. But Ellie couldn’t give a flying fuck.

You met her at the stables, when you both were on patrol. It was your first time and it was completely obvious that you were anxious. “Hey. It’s going to be okay. Just stay behind me if you need to.” Ellie spoke, leading you out of your in tranced state. “Thanks.” You smiled, the idea of ‘staying behind’ really didn’t help that much. But you were appreciative anyway.

That was the first time. However, when the 1st year of you being in Jackson came. You were really bonding a lot with Joel. You and Ellie had become really close and because of that she introduced you to her standing father figure. He reminded you of your Dad, and you reminded him of Sarah. You really missed having your father around, and Ellie completely understood which is why she introduced you to Joel in the first place. And it was going really well, it seemed like you were apart of their family now. Which in reality, both you, Joel, and Ellie really needed.

Not until it was ruined by one mistake. You and Ellie had gotten high one night, it lead from one thing to another. Mouths kissing, tongue slipping, legs dripping, and thrusting. So much for family right?

It has been a week since you and Ellie have done that. And you can’t help but notice that she was growing distant. She would avoid getting partnered in patrols with you, she would avoid bumping in to Tipsy Bison with you, and she would never reply to your texts. You can’t help but think that- was it really just a one time thing?

I love it when you contemplate

You couldn’t help but send one more text. You knew she wasn’t that person you were thinking she was. She couldn’t be possibly playing with you, right? That meant something. You knew it. Or maybe, comforted yourself with the thought.

You huffed as you put your phone down, leaning against the wall as you were hurriedly putting on your shoes. You stormed out of your dorm with loud stomps that attracted the attention of the fellow men working in Jackson.

I love it when you’re missing me

As you walked, you felt your heart slowly beat. It felt as if it was a sign indicating that you should stop. You caught your breath in a hitch as you realized that you were 10 steps away from Ellie’s house. You walked carefully, hearing faded noises that seemed grumbled at first. But when it came to your 3rd step, you went sick to your stomach. Hearing high-pitched whines from an unfamiliar girl.

“Uhuh! Fuck right there Ellie… yeah yeah.. yeahyeah fuck!”

“Fuck Cat, you’re taking it so fucking well.”

You gagged, feeling disgust take over your body. You froze in Ellie’s porch, completely unaware of the people staring at you as they seemed to have heard the “ruckus” going inside Ellie’s house.

“Poor girl… wasn’t she also with Ellie?”

“Huh? how did you know that?”

“They were always together and now Ellie has seemed to be avoiding her… now we know why.”

You ran to your house, completely ignorant about the comments of each and every individual that witnessed the scene, shaking as you slid down the door. You covered your mouth as you sobbed. Calling the only person you knew who you could trust, Dina.

I love it when you tell your friends about me.

The phone rang an insane amount of times before Dina had picked up. “Hey… I heard what happened. Word spreads around fast. I am so sorry baby.” Dina spoke as her words were slow and considerate, it felt as if her words were slowly patting you on the back. “She could’ve just told me that she didn’t want me, you know?” you hiccuped as tears were rapidly falling down your cheeks. “I know, I know, for what it’s worth…She’s not that even good looking. You know? she’s just like every single lesbian you see on the street.”

“Stop lying..” Your voice cracked as you hear Dina laugh on the phone, making you laugh too. “Okay fine. She is actually really really really fucking good looking. But, just hope she gets bit or something.” you laughed at the irony as you forgot that Dina actually has no idea that Ellie was immune. “I wanna go to Tipsy Bison tonight. You know? To get fucking high or drunk… whatever makes me forget about her.” you heard Dina clear her throat. “Yeah, that sounds really fucking amazing. And that sounds like something you really need. I’ll see you there at 10, please for the Love of God look hot and sexy and everything in between.” you laughed as you nodded, completely grateful that you didn’t have to grieve alone.

You ended the call with Dina, shocked as your phone were bombarded with sudden messages from Ellie.

You heard three loud bangs on your door. “You’re not getting in Ellie. Leave and go rub yourself out or fuck that chick you’re with.” You stated. You flinched as you heard Ellie aggressively bang the door. “I’m gonna make a fucking scene. Open the FUCKING door.” Ellie stated, her voice clearly irritated as you slowly opened the door for her. Giving up on whatever strength you had earlier. “I don’t know what you came here for. But it’s not going to happen.” you reassured. But then again, that was a comfort to no one but yourself.

“I don’t think so.” Ellie smirked as she stepped closer to you. “You miss me baby?” Ellie said, slamming your body against the door as her warm breath flowed through your ear. Your mind getting fuzzy as you were trying to resist the temptation that the devil ellie has brought upon you.

It’s cruel, but you can’t help it.

“You’re a fucking whore.” You hissed, feeling Ellie’s breath on your neck. Inhaling your scent. “Push me away then. Go on. Do it if you don’t wanna get fucked by a whore.” You paused, feeling Ellie’s hands run up your stomach to your chest. Squeezing your soft breasts. You huffed, trying to contain your moans. But unfortunately, one got caught up in your breath. “Oh? what was that? seems like you’re liking it.”

“You are a dirty… dirty.. fuc- ah..” You moaned as you felt the tip of Ellie’s fingers run through your clothed slit. “You ignored me.. for.. ha- fuck. Days.” Your breath hitched as you felt Ellie push her fingers against your clothed cunt. You looked down at her as she placed an evident grin on her face.

“You know I didn’t mean that baby. You’re everything to me.” Ellie muttered, you didn’t know if she was being satire as she has always been that way. “If I was everything you wouldn’t have gone off to fuck some other girl.” You whispered, feeling a little hurt over what had happened.

“I can make it up to you.” Ellie whispered as she leaned over your ear. Feeling her smile against your ear. Ellie slid her hand under your shirt, her hands glides up to meet with your covered breast. Kneading them softly. “I don’t want to continue…” You breathed as you forced yourself to think that it was not healthy, even though it felt so fucking good. “Yeah? you remember the last night we smoked weed?” Ellie said as she pulled away from your neck, facing you as her gaze softens. You nodded as you felt yourself shrink against her gaze. “We established a safe word that night, yeah?” Ellie asked. Although it seemed like she remembered it very well, she just wanted to know if you did. “Yes… yes..” you repeated as you felt the heat intensify. “Then say that if you want to stop right now. I’ll give you 5 seconds.” You gulped as you hear Ellie’s voice started to fade. You zoned out, feeling disgusted but the temptation was too much. You wanted to shove her off of you and cut ties forever. But you thought, maybe this was the chance? Maybe this was the chance to show her that you were better. That you were better in all sorts of ways, either in.. bed or out of bed. “2…” “1…” “0…”

You gasped as you felt Ellie’s calloused hands gripping your waist. Lifting you up your feet as she carried you to your bedroom. She breathed for a second then threw you on the bed, manhandling you as she forced your legs open. “Come on, I saw your texts. Show me how much you miss me.” Ellie whispered in her low registered tone. Making you feel crawling sensations on your skin. You whined as you reached for her hand, pouting as you saw her pulling her hand out of your reach. “You have to ask for it baby, you know that’s the most important thing.”

“Please, can I use your hand? Please Daddy..” You muttered, hearing Ellie gulp. She has always liked it when you called her that. Ellie nodded as it was a fair sign for you to guide her hand where you want it. You reached for her hand as you softly slid it under your shorts and panties. You heard Ellie’s breath hitch as you pushed her middle finger in, softly moaning as she slowly pumped in and out of you. Leaving you confused as it felt that Ellie was in a rush. “Does that feel good huh? You miss me that much that you’re so loose?” Ellie laughed as she saw your shocked expression, building that sadistic lust inside of her.

You softly cried out her name as you felt her fingers curl inside you. Your spongey walls clenching as you tried not to overcome your high, you felt like you were gonna cum. It has been awhile and it was leaving you insane. There were so many women after you but all you could think about was Ellie knuckle-deep inside you, there was something different. And it’s not about how good her fingers feel inside you right now.

She rammed 3 fingers inside you, taking you aback as you looked down, seeing her hand veins pop as she did her best to keep her pace. Although that there were no signs of struggle ever being evident on her smug expression. “I missed your fingers inside me…” You whined with a squeak in between, making Ellie’s intensity falter. Absolutely being stunned by your beauty “Yeah? How much?” Ellie smirked as she regained her intensity, feeling your walls clench as you tried your best to have her inside you longer. You wanted to do better, better than these girls she has ever been with. “Fuck.. daddydaddy please.” You cried as you felt another digit enter you, completely splitting you open. You thought that it was utterly impossible for you to be able to take this many. But then again, you missed her touch. And you were never dry by the thought of her.

“You wanna cum? I can feel you trying to stop yourself. Don’t worry, I swear we won’t end there.”

Your breath hitched as you bucked your hips on to her fingers, completely sucking in her fingers as your slick started to make the most dirtiest sounds. You cupped your own breasts, kneading the other one as your other hand played with your nipples. Making you ticklish around Ellie’s fingers, which had sent you over to the edge. You gripped her wrist hoping for balance but unfortunately it did not work as Ellie had not faltered even for a second. “I’m gonna cum… a-almost there Daddy. Mgha.. please” You whined as you were completely going dumb just because of four fingers.

For Ellie, she was absolutely enjoying this. She wished she could take a video of this and jack off to it every night, that’s how perverted she was. That’s how much she wanted you, It was sick and it was toxic that even though it was almost insane how many girls had rode her fingers before you, she still wanted you for her only. “I want you to cum. Give it all to me. Because this is MY fucking pussy.” Ellie groaned as she heard her own pounds on your cunt. “FUCK Daddy!” you screamed, as your eyes closed shut. Panting as you slowly opened your eyes. You covered your mouth as you saw your juices splattered over Ellie’s shirt, pants, wrists, and face. You squirted. And you never thought you could. “I underestimated you. Fuck.”

Ellie laughed as she pulled out of your dripping cunt, bringing her fingers to her mouth, slowly dragging her tongue from her wrists to her fingers. Collecting all of the juices you squirted on to her. Ellie pulled away and licked her lips, also collecting the juices from there. “I think you deserve Daddy’s cock today. Don’t you think?”

You nodded eagerly as Ellie walked away, looking for her strap that she specifically bought just for you. Although, you didn’t know that. But she did. Your gaze started to soften as you stared at the ceiling, post-orgasm thoughts flooding through your brain as the discernment suddenly started to flow around the course of your brain. Although, you thought too much. But one thrust of Ellie’s hips and it all slips away. And right now, all the rational thoughts and discernments has gone through the window when you saw Ellie walk in the door with her thick purple strap. You gulped as you felt your cunt drip again.

Ellie plopped herself down on the bed, her hands had a firm grip on your knees as she further laid your legs apart. “Wait Ellie…” You gulped as you pointed towards the silicone object. “Isn’t that… a little too much?” You smiled nervously as Ellie’s gaze pierced through yours. Ellie slowly formed a smile as she looked over to the side and back to you, “it’s either you’re gonna take it or i’m gonna make someone else take it. So, which one is it?” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed on to her hips to pull her closer. “Fine..” you huffed. You looked in to Ellie’s eyes as you seemed to drown in them, but you couldn’t figure out if such feelings were true.

You were taken out of your thoughts when you felt the tip squeeze in to you. You closed your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets, feeling the thickness too overwhelming. “Come on, you can take it baby.” Ellie cooed as she continued to thrust in, making you swallow her whole shaft. You tried to form any words, but you just couldn’t stop. It was too big. Too good.

You wrapped your arms around Ellie’s neck, finding comfort in holding her. You gasped as you felt her thrust slowly, given by the amount of times your pussy was dripping, it was already so ready. You start to feel her speed up, and it was intoxicating. You rolled your eyes back as you started to move your hips with hers. "Uh.. fuck Ellie. You're so big." You screamed as your head banged against the headboard. The noises of the squelching and banging turning you on. “I know you’ve always liked it rought. Such a slut.” Ellie claimed. She has always knew how your body reacted to things. She was observant about it, even in the depths of your new beginning in Jackson. She tried to read you from here on out.

Ellie was going insane, she loved how your cunt wrapped around her perfectly. How you moan her name like it was the end of the world. None of these girls could ever match up to you. Ellie moaned as she felt herself getting dumb by the fact that the strap was grazing on her clit, the stimulation making her yearn for more as she pounded deeper inside you. Almost mercilessly as she was chasing her own pleasure. “I love it when y-you use ah.. me-uh…” You babbled as you felt her deep inside you, almost at the range of your stomach. “Fuck, I love you” Ellie blurted out in between moans. You caught yourself in a shock state as you were still feeling the pleasure of Ellie’s constant pounding.

“Fuck, baby… I love you so much..” Ellie moaned as her hips started to stutter. Indicating that she was close. You cupped her cheek as you ghosted your lips over hers, “I love you too..Mmm fuck! Ah..” Your high-pitched tone caught up with your moans as you both humped eachother. Desperate for the release. “D-dick’s s-s’good Daddy.” You giggled as you were getting cock-drunk. Ellie on the other hand couldn’t get enough of your ass, gripping it and kneading it as she banged herself in to you harder and harder as if she was an animal in heat. You choked on your own saliva as you were screaming too much, the overstimulation getting the best of you as your vision started to get a little blurry.

“Fuck yeah, I love this pussy so much… Who does this belong to? Huh? Hm?” Ellie asked, multiple questions thrown at you as you couldn’t comprehend each one. This is what you loved about Ellie, that she was so fucking dirty when it comes to sex. That she would talk and talk because it feels so fucking good. “Want you to.. f-fuhuck.. f-fill me up Daddy.” You smiled as you leaned over to Ellie’s ear to moan and make her fuck you even faster, even harder, even rougher, or anything. Just anything to fill you up. “You’re so fucking amazing…” “Daddy, you’re so good to me… uhhh fuck!”

The headboard kept banging as you both thrusted on to eachother. Sloppy kisses were made as tongues glided over eachother. You whined as you sucked on Ellie’s tongue, screaming although it was muffled by you sucking her tongue off. You felt your high crashing down on you and it felt so good that you and Ellie were still humping on eachother. “Mmph! More..more..” You begged in between thrusts. You kept thrusting and Ellie eventually came down her high aswell. It was so hard that she also kept humping. She laid on top of you as you both grinded in to eachother until you both came down with another orgasm.

“That was so good..” You huffed as Ellie fell right next to you. She laid in silence for a moment. It made you uncomfortable so you turned to her, “Is everything okay?” You asked as you reached for her cheeks, attempting to soothe her but it failed as she sat up immediately. “It’s almost night time. Have plans.” Ellie said bluntly. “Oh, where are you going?”

“Somewhere.” Ellie said as she pulled her pants up, getting situated. She leaned over to you as she kissed your cheek, smiling as a sign that she really needed to go. “Fine.. Go ahead.” You smiled unsurely as you watched her hurriedly leave your room and your house. It felt as if she wasn’t really there. You closed your eyes as you felt drowsiness possess you. Before you could fall asleep you have managed to set an alarm for Tipsy Bison later tonight as you have finally realized that you needed a drink more than you thought.

An hour later, you woke up to the sound of the ringing of your alarm. You yawned as you sat up, wasting no time and already going to the bathroom. You were in a rush because you knew if you had procrastinated this, you would be late. You’ve spent a lot of time on the shower thinking about Ellie and how she fucked you so good earlier. You felt so good that you had to rub one out before dressing up to finally meet with Dina.

You didn’t put much effort as it was just in Tipsy Bison, but it completely catched everyone’s eye as you walked in. There were many people and it was hard to squeeze yourself in. But you noticed that the people were gathering around two people, which had peeked your curiosity. You forced yourself to walk past by the sweaty men and eventually revealed the dance floor. Everyone stared at you, as your eyes widened in shock. Dina and Ellie were hand in hand, dancing as if they couldn’t give a flying fuck in the world.

“Every guy in this room is staring at you right now…”

“Maybe they’re staring at you…”

Your heart broke as you watched. You didn’t move, you didn’t speak. You were dumb-founded. People we’re looking at you. Not them. They always knew how you felt about Ellie, they knew that she was wrong for you. They kept telling you, but you just didn’t listen.

“They’re not”

“Maybe they’re jealous of you.”

“I’m.. just a girl. Not a threat.”

“Oh, Ellie…I think they should be terrified of you.”

You stormed out as you clutched on to your chest. Your breathing went uneasy as you saw Dina and Ellie kiss. Every single dignity that you had once was gone and it will never be retrieved. It was your fault. You did this to yourself.

You gave in.

[mamiiluh]

24k magic w/ dluh...🥂🍾

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I got so much love for him

[leolyoness]

The Heart Wants What It Wants(Sammy Wilk)

This was an imagine request of mine from a while back and I just felt like it needed to be written it was a great prompt and thanks to whoever sent me this I can’t exactly remember who but thank you dearly. It’s basically just a Sammy imagine based of the Selena Gomez song the heart wants what it wants I hope I did it justice and I hope you guys like it

I push my hair out of my face and look in the mirror. I didn’t recognize the person staring back at me. I wasn’t sure who I had become but I the one thing I was sure of was why. It was him Sammy, the love of my life and the breaker of many hearts including mine. I feel stray tears wet my cheeks and I’m thankful for waterproof mascara. Sammy was having a party tonight and I couldn’t be late, but the only thing stopping me was the thought of all those girls all over him the same as every party he had he’d lead them on and whisper in their ears and when I came into view he’d push them away

I pulled my car up to the sidewalk outside Sammy’s place and get myself together. I had to be a happy little trophy if I was going to have a good night, but truth be told I never did. I walk in and immediately grab a drink I was gonna need a few before I faced whatever Sammy was gonna do tonight. I find him in the living room with a girl on his lap and her nuzzled in his neck. As soon as he spots me he pushes her off and runs to me arms out. My heart skips a beat and I can’t help the tingling feeling in my stomach as he pulls me in for a kiss “I’m so glad you’re here (Y/N)” he says only inches away from my face he guides me to the couch and all his groupies disperse as he pulls me close to him. I’m happy now close to him knowing that he feels something for me even though he’ll never say it, but I know from the past that this feeling will only last so long.

After a while Sammy is immersed in the party and the people and has forgotten I’m there. I walk into the kitchen to grab another drink, one turns to several and I almost feel happy again until I see Sammy leading the girl from earlier towards the back of the house. My heart sinks to my stomach and my feet follow them even though I just wanna run. I hear her giggle and find them in Sammy’s bedroom. Sammy’s eyes grow big as he sees me and he pushes the girl off of him. I laugh at him and wipe the waterfalls from under my eyes. I stumble down the hall and I hear Sam coming after me but he’s too drunk and I’m moving faster than usual. I find my car and ignore Sammy’s slurred pleading “(Y/N) please don’t be like this, I’m sorry”

The ride home is filled with tears and thoughts of how stupid I am. It’s amazing what I thought I knew about him I thought I knew what he wouldn’t do to hurt me,but I guess I was wrong. I loved him there was no denying that, but how much more could I take my heart wanted him sadly I wasn’t that strong. I try and push the thought of him out of my mind ,but I couldn’t there was a million and one reasons why I should let him go and I couldn’t even bring myself to do it. I finally drift to sleep and I find myself feeling around for Sam but he’s not there and he won’t ever be there.

It’s past noon when I wake and there are tons of missed calls and messages from Sam. I put my phone face down and turn back over into sleep. After not to long I hear fumbling and keys jingling, I don’t have to turn over to know it’s Sammy, why did I ever give him an extra key. He kneels beside the bed and lays his head on my chest “I’m so sorry babygirl, I never meant to hurt you…..you know that don’t you” He looks in my eyes melting away all the hatred that I had felt towards him. “Sammy I love you, but you’re never going to change”. He crawls up next to me and pulls me close “I’m going to try (Y/N) I really care about you and I don’t want to lose you”. His words make me feel so warm and for a moment I think I can trust him with my love. I erase the events from last night and pull him close, he nuzzles my neck and kisses my cheek.

As dumb as it may sound and as toxic as me and Sam’s relationship was,the heart wants what it wants and and mine wanted him.

[hennessystevens-udaku]

Ngelosi

A bit of fluffy smut for my fourth wife @itsangeludaku. I luh you, girl! 😘

Hennessy and Charlie watched the live feed of Angel’s little show in amusement. It was always adorable when the fourth princess flexed her “dominant” side. No one would ever guess that residing inside the innocent actress and mother of two was sexy dominatrix, capable of bringing one of the strongest men on the planet to his knees. Erik was always left weak and vulnerable and almost always punished another princess afterwards to show everyone that he was still the alpha male of The Kompound.

“She wrecked that nigga. Think she could hang with us?” Hennessy questioned, as Charlie drug her perfectly manicured nails up her plush thigh.

“Nah. She’s still too sweet. Maybe you should pay her a visit. She’s never been punished for punishing Daddy before. It’s only right after what I did to Ryley.” The two women share a giggle at the memory of how upset Angel was when they were in Panama. “That’s MY Ryley,” Charlie teased as her fingers dipped between Henny’s legs.

“Hmm, you’re right,” Henny agreed, slowly falling under Charlie’s spell. Angel was one of the only ones that she had never topped, partially because she was afraid of hurting her while she carried the twins. But now that the twins were here and she was back in good health, both Henny and Charlie agreed that it was time their sweet little angel got a little attention from the King.

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Sunday. The most relaxed day in The Kompound. It was Angel’s favorite because it was the one day out of the week that she could be all about herself. No Erik, no twins, no work, no nothing. Or so she thought.

“Who the hell has been in here?” she asked as she crossed the threshold to her playroom. Everyone knew that the Devil’s Lair was off limits, even her husband so whoever had been in here clearly had a death wish. Her anger grew the deeper she stepped into the space, noticing different items had been knocked out of place. All of her toys were thrown about and her punishment chair was in the middle of the floor. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she stared at the sight before her. Lying in the middle of the bed, in a purple lace Catherine D’Lish robe with matching underwear was the First Lady with a freshly lit blunt in her mouth. Her plump breasts were free from confinement, allowing her freshly pierced nipples freedom.

“Shy have you lost your damn mind?” Angel asked.

“No Mistress,” Henny answered, mocking their husband’s needy tone from the video. “But you better address me correctly. This may be your playroom, but you ain’t running shit in here tonight, understood?”

“Yes King Hennessy,” she concedes. She’d seen the things Henny had done to anyone who dared disobeyed her and thought that submitting from the get go would lessen her punishment. Boy was she wrong.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

“Last time I checked, fuck wasn’t a number. Now let’s try that again, how many times have you cum, Ngelosi?” Hennessy’s voice was soft and compassionate as she stroked Angel’s tear-streaked cheek. It had been roughly 30 minutes since she’d turned on the sex machine and another 15 since she’d attached the bullet vibrator to her clit and Angel was a mess.

“Now I see why Erik loves fucking you. You make the most beautiful faces when you cum. I might have to sneak in here more often,” Henny states as she flicked her tongue over Angel’s nipple. She’d always admired how perky her breasts were, just big enough to fit in her mouth in their entirety. “Are you gonna answer me or should I add the plug?”

“F-Four,” Angel whined. She kept the restraint chair for when Ryley got out of line, but never imagined it being used against her.

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you give your King one more and then I’ll pamper you for the rest of Self-Care Sunday.” Angel couldn’t speak, the pleasure too intense. Hennessy’s tongue traveled down her lean body before making its home against her vibrating clit. It was all becoming too much. The machine had been turned up to full power and the dildo was delivering powerful thrusts. Coupled with the bullet and Henny’s tongue abusing her clit, Angel was seeing stars until…

“Ughhh shiiiit!”

—

Angel woke up an hour later immersed in a sea of emerald green silk. Instead of her own room, she had been tucked safely in Hennessy’s bed, away from the commotion Erik and the twins had going on downstairs. She rose from the bed and made the short trek from Henny’s room to her bathroom only to find it was already occupied.

“What’s all this?” she asked as she stepped closer to the bathtub.

“I told you I’d take care of you the rest of the day and I’m not one to break promises,” Hennessy quipped as she finished running Angel’s bath. “Aphrodite blend, right?”

“You remembered?”

“You think I don’t know my sister wives? Just because I’m not around doesn’t mean I’m not paying attention. I even added the pink rose petals.” Angel smiled at the gesture, aftercare being one of her favorite parts of the dom/sub life. Henny helped her into the bath and placed a towel behind her neck so that she could relax. She then grabbed the wide-toothed comb from the vanity and began scratching and massaging her scalp.

“Keep doing that and you gone put me to sleep Shy,” Angel sighed.

“Then that’ll be twice in one day,” Henny teased. Angel splashed her with water from the bath in response. The sound of their giggles led Erik upstairs.

“What’s going on in here?” he asked as he entered the bathroom.

“I’m taking care of our wife. Now go be a daddy, Daddy,” Henny answered as she washed the rest of the soap from Angel’s body. Erik shook his head, but made his exit, offering to take the pair shopping later. Once Angel was thoroughly cleaned, Henny helped her out of the bath and into bed. She laid Angel flat on her stomach and began massaging homemade Shea Butter into her skin. Angel moaned softly as Henny’s hands rubbed and kneaded her flesh.

“Can I be transparent for a second, Shy?” Angel asked as the two shared a lavender laced blunt of Henny’s Kreole Kush, a strain she named after Angel.

“Wassup?” Henny asked, blowing smoke from her nostrils.

“I always thought you didn’t like me. Like we never really hang out and sometimes you seem distant.”

“Angel, if I didn’t like you, you would be here if I’m being honest. Now I will admit, sometimes I used to get a little jealous at how tender Erik is with you, and I felt a way when I found out you were pregnant, but I had to learn that he loves us all differently and that didn’t mean that he loved me any less. I love you just as much as he does, even if I don’t always show it.” Angel smiled and hugged her close. “Now, how about dinner at that French bistro? My treat because my high ass is hungry.”

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[badbyeyoongi]

Ice Ice, Baby // Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Warnings: Sub Jimin, Femdom, Masturbating, Slapping, Degradation, Crying, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink etc

Summary: Jimin was your baby boy who you loved to dress up... 

Authors Note: Submitted by Anonymous

You looked down at your boyfriend and felt a slow smile conquer your ordinarily placid features. A delicate blush dusted his cheeks and ears, coloring him all the way down his neck and chest. He was kneeling on the hardwood floor of your room, eyes trained on his lap where his hands lay balled into fists. Diamonds adorned his body, an act you’d proposed after seeing his concept photos. At first you’d thought nothing of them, but the seed had been planted. For the weeks that had passed after, you found yourself scrutinizing his skin wondering just how lovely he’d look. You had bet Jimin would look amazing. You were right.

It was winter, so the sun had set around three or four, leaving you two more than ten hours of complete darkness and the accompanying solitude, but the red and blue neon lights that were mounted on your wall cast Jimin in an ethereal glow. A warmth stirred in the pit of your stomach. A thin eighteen-carat white gold diamond studded choker fit snugly ‘round his pretty neck. Dancers usually had long shapely necks and Jimin was no exception. You settled for studs on all his ear piercings, not wanting to go overboard, but they contrasted his slicked back ebony hair so nicely. A few strands rebelled, hanging over his brow wetly. You reached out and tucked it behind his ear, not missing the sharp intake of breath as you did. The sound, so light and airy, drew your gaze toward his face. It was tense, a mixture of anticipation and lust. That look was for you, even if his expression was glued submissively to the floor, and it sent fire up and down your spine. Jimin’s eyes, always so stunning, were smoked out, drawing out the deepness of the brown irises. There were spangles around his upper arms which, though defined, had slimmed in size because of his most recent diet. The reminder caused a slight wrinkle between your eyebrows before it relaxed. You’d address that later.

There was a chain of diamond around his slim waist Lastly, but most certainly not least, was the studded diamond garter. It wrapped around his left leg twice, first dripping with icy tones between the crease of his hip and tucked below his buttock, then again on the swell of his thigh. Pretty, you thought. Then you repeated yourself, this time aloud, “so pretty, Jiminie.” He didn’t answer. It wasn’t a question. Pleased, you bent to his level and grabbed his chin to force him to face you. Your nails painted black, dug into his cheeks, forcing his plump lips apart slightly. Obedient, his eyes averted yours, instead looking over your left shoulder. He wasn’t allowed to look you in the eye unless you said, wasn’t allowed to move until you gave the okay. If you told him to hold his breath, Jimin would. That amount of control was beyond intoxicating, but it could also be too much. Sometimes, you’d find yourself taking breaks periodically, not wanting to get carried away. You loved him. Safety came first.

 “So pretty, Jiminnie,” you repeated once again, “lookin’ so good all iced up.” He remained still, but his breaths quickened harshly through his parted lips, causing the flat and firm expanse of his abdomen to rise and fall. You watched as Jimin tried to regain his composer, forcing himself to breathe through his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut. “You going somewhere, Jimin?” you snapped, giving his jaw a shake, “open your eyes.” Immediately, his eyes opened.

You kissed him, pressed your lips chastely at first before you heard the low whine emit from Jimin’s chest. Giving in, you removed your iron grip from his face, looking on in delight at the imprints you left on his skin before moving to a significantly gentler grip on his throat and continuing your kiss. This time, you licked into his mouth, enjoying the kitten-like mewls and gasps that Jimin couldn’t control. You could get drunk just kissing him. His lips were soft and plush, tongue and mouth warm, wet, and inviting.

Beneath your hand, you could feel his pulse thundering. Smiling against him, you moved away, trailing kisses along his cheek down to his jaw and finally meeting it’s mark by the piercings along the shell of his ear. Jimin gave a loud and high pitched sigh. Encouraged, you took your other hand and buried it in his hair, giving a firm tug. Jimin’s reaction was impulsive, making a sound somewhere between a dry sob and moan, hands jumping to your waist.

The moment Jimin’s hand made contact with you, you pulled back, ramping up your grip in his scalp to excruciating, your hand around his throat squeezing just shy of a throttle, and bringing his face and intimidating centimeters from your own. His hands returned to his lap as if burned. Jimin winced, struggling to avoid eye contact. “Did you disobey me, Jimin?” you hissed, voice barely audible. Somehow, that was more terrifying than if you’d yelled. Jimin tried to swallow, voice crackling like paper as he tried to breathe.

“M’sorry,” he whispered, lisping slightly. You laughed, the sound cruel and foreign to your ears. Sweat broke out along Jimin’s upper lip and forehead. “Sorry--” he tried again, but was cut off by you striking him across the face. It knocked the wind from him it seemed and his hands darted to his cheek.  “What did we say about keeping your hands to yourself?” He didn’t answer, taking small shaky breaths with his eyes closed, hands still pressing to his reddening face. Nasty, you gripped his wrists and yanked them away only to strike at his face again. “Keep your hands down,” you growled. The third slap was harder, the aftershocks stinging your palm and it ripped a sob from Jimin’s chest.

His hands hovered midway between his lap and face before dropping. Jimin cried in uncontrolled sobs, he did his best to restrain the noise by biting his lower lip but it didn’t work. Unsure, you waited for him to stop crying. When thirty seconds ticked by, you eased your hold on him to run your fingers through his hair. You hoped if Jimin was overwhelmed he’d state his safeword, but you couldn’t be sure. So you asked, “Can you handle this, Jimin? You want to stop?” He sniffed, shaking his head but still averting his eyes. “Look at me,” you encouraged, retracting all contact.

You didn’t want to reassert your dominant role until you were positive he was okay to continue. Hesitant, Jimin lifted his eyes to yours. “I want it,” he whispered hoarsely, then clearing his throat, Jimin repeated firmly, “I want it.”

“Safeword?”

“Pancake.”

“Promise to say it if you feel uncomfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop slapping you?”

His eyes widened, head shaking frantically, “N-no, I like it. Please, don’t stop.” You stroked his cheek affectionately, “okay, baby.” He leaned into your touch with a watery smile.

Getting to your feet, you took a small walk around the room. Steadily you inhaled and exhaled to pull yourself back into character. Your stilettoes clicked sexily as you moved. You focused on the sound, straightening your back and letting your hips sway. In a gold gilded mirror across the room, you could see Jimin pretending to look away. You smirked, letting Jimin get away with it. He was watching your reflection hungrily, still hiccuping, hands discreetly hiding his erection.

You returned to your place before him. “You can look at me.” Cautious, Jimin’s eyes raised to you. He did it slowly, taking in your heels, the shapely legs encased in stockings and the black lingerie, right up to your breasts, along the collarbone, and stopping at your neck. Tongue licking his lips, he hesitated.

“Do you have a question?” You asked. He nodded. “Words,” you demanded. “Yes, Daddy.” You wanted to grin, loving the name. It was a kink that not many engaged in, but you were both into it. “What is it?” you asked. “C-can I look at your face?” “You want to look at Daddy’s face?” Jimin nodded before catching himself, “yes, please, Daddy.” “Aw, how polite,” you cooed as you approached Jimin. You crouched before him. “Yes,” you allowed, “you can.” He raised his gaze, mouth falling slightly agape. “So, pretty,” he breathed. “You think so, baby-boy?” You didn’t listen to his response, rounding him and returning to a crouch behind him so he had to look in the mirror to see you. Your nails danced up his spine and along his shoulders. You bit his earlobe, “I think you’re pretty, Jiminnie.”  He blushed harder, breath stuttering as your hands found his hair. You murmured against him, “Say, ‘thank you, daddy’.” “Thank you, daddy,” he parroted. “Good boy,” you complimented.

A smile flickered across his features. Humming into his ear, your hand slid across his chest and down his tight flat abdomen and lower until it came to his hands which you swatted away to get to his cock. It was red and weeping for attention. At first, you rubbed it with an open palm like you would a pussy. He squirmed but otherwise remained still. Then, having mercy, you gripped the appendage.  “Daddy,” Jimin groaned as you closed it in your fist. You pressed your right hand to his mouth, “suck them.” He opened his mouth and you pressed your fingers right to the back of his throat. Jimin gurgled and coughed, but obediently slurped and sucked on the digits.

“You daddy’s little slut?” you taunted, nearly forcing your whole hand into his mouth. Jimin gagged body bowing under the force. Then he whined, nodding his head. “Let me hear you, baby,” you urged moving your hand to give him some room to breathe, “say it.” “‘M dah-de lil luh,” he choked around you. “Wish I had a cock,” you mourned, “you look so good like this, Jiminie.” He didn’t answer except to continue taking your fingers deeper. You gave an experimental tug on his cock, groaning yourself at the response it elicited. His hips bucked into your hand and tears slipped freely down his cheeks. Feeling a sadistic wave crash through your body, you forced your hand down his throat as deep as it could. He gagged violently, hands reaching up to grip your wrist. You released his cock to grab him and force his hands, crisscrossed over each other to his stomach.

Jimin struggled, now crying freely. You hushed and pushed against him, “Hands down, hands down. I’m not letting up until you do. Pinch me if you really can’t take it.”  After a moment of Jimin’s attempt at keeping still, you let up slightly. You took the handful of saliva that had collected on your hand and let it drip over his chin and neck, wiping the rest on his cringing face, smearing the makeup. He coughed and spluttered. “Such a mess!” you exclaimed in mock surprise. Jimin leaned forward, hands on the floor with tilted his head forward, the air wetly rattling around as he panted. “No, no,” you scolded, grabbing Jimin by the hair and pulling him back to sit up straight. “Back to position, Jiminnie. Good boy. Now, touch yourself.” He moved quickly, aching for relief. “Not like that,” you corrected, “touch it like you would touch a pussy.”

The man moaned, trembling at your words and complied. Hips grinding and hand rubbing, Jimin continued to cry. You grinned. His makeup was smeared and running down his face, hair a mess, standing at all angles, his cheeks a bright red from exertion as he cried uncontrollably. At the rate he was pleasuring himself, you knew Jimin would come soon. You ran your hand along his thin waist. So pretty. “Feels good?” you asked. “Uh huh,” was all he could manage.  “Look at my face, baby.” He did, mouth open allowing each and every sound to escape. “Daddy,” he whined. “What is it, sweetheart?” “Want--need you to--,” he choked on his own saliva as it steadily continued to drip from his slick lips. You tweaked his nipples, enjoying the cry as he reacted. “You need me to what, hm?” “N-need you to-ah to hit me.” “Mhm?” You struck, light with your fingertips. Jimin rubbed at his cock with renewed vigor and it fueled a dark desire in you as you pulled your hand all the way back and slapped him once again, hard enough to knock him onto his side. Jimin convulsed, curling in on himself as he came with a stuttered gasp onto the floor.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Crossing over to him, you gave his hair another tug, not giving him enough time to come down from his high. “Get up.” “D-Daddy,” he protested tearily, “I can’t.” “No?” You let him fall to the floor, the toe of your shoe pressing to the tip of his oversensitive cock. He cried out squirming, “Daddy! Please!” “What? You can’t? Or does my slut need more?” “But my cock hurts!” he squeaked.

You lifted some of the weight off, leaning on your heel, “say so and we’ll be done.” Jimin was caught in between. It felt too good to stop now. Taking his silence as negative you removed your foot. “Fine, we’re done.” “No!” he cried, immediately bursting into tears. “I’ll be good! I can be a good boy! Let me try again. I can be good,” he babbled. “Then get up,” you snarled behind gritted teeth. He rose on shaking hands and knees, twitching, the jewelry clinking delicately as he moved. You moved across the room to a mattress that lay on the floor. “Come here,” you barked. As he started to struggle to his feet, you snapped again, “no. Crawl.”

You were nowhere near done.

Masterlist

[luhslilbitch-blog]

Surprise Visit - (d.l.)

That is my edit, but feel free to use, also follow my new insta for Derek

Warning(s): smut, cursing, mention of drugs & prison

your pov

Flashback

"Derek, calm down! What's going o–," you yelled but were cut off by banging on the front door.

"Y/N, don't open that door," Derek said panting from running so fast.

"Derek, why? What's goi–," you were cut off again by your front door being pushed open.

"Derek Luh, put your hands up! You're under the arrest for the illegal distribution of Marijuana and Methamphetamine," a police officer yelled, others behind him with guns pointed at your husband.

"Excuse me, what the fuck is going on here, Sir?" you questioned, starting to get really upset.

"Y/N, baby I'm so sorry. Take care of everything," Derek said talking about the company you guys owned, he was being cuffed by two large police officers.

"No, no, no. Please no! Let him stay!" you screamed, trying to reach Derek's body, but a policeman held you back. "Please! For fucks sake! Derek I'm gonna get you out! Until then I'll have everything under control," you hollered, racing out to see him being put into the cop car, "I promise, baby," you whispered, tears streaming down your face.

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That was nine months ago and he still won't be out for another three months. You visited him regularly, usually about four times a week, and he called you whenever they'd let him. You were also taking care of the company you and Derek owned together, which was dealing drugs for one of the largest drug cartels in America.

You were currently getting ready to see him today for a conjugal visit because of his good behavior. Finally you finished your makeup, which was just a bit of eyeshadow and mascara topped off with your signature lipstick. After spraying perfume and getting into the new lingerie set you bought for Derek, you put on your outfit.

You walked in front of the mirror inspecting your attire. Deciding you looked decent enough, you slid on Derek's white oval shaped sunglasses, grabbing your car keys and headed out the door. Turning on your car, Jungle by Drake blared from your speakers. You sped your way to the prison, the anticipation of seeing him and doing much more with him getting to you. Finally, you pulled into the prison parking lot and found a parking space. Looking into your mirror one last time, making sure your lipstick hadn't smudged.

You opened your door and walked up to the entrance, taking a breath you stepped into the lobby. "Hi, Mrs. Luh! It's great to see you again," Officer Gilinsky said eyeing you up and down.

"Eyes up here, sweet cheeks," you said as he stared at your exposed midsection.

"S-sorry, just you look–," he stopped to think for a second, "amazing."

"Watch it, Officer. Wouldn't want my husband to know you're flirting now would you," you said cheekily at the blushing officer.

"No ma'am, we wouldn't," he said, cheeks turning a crimson shade. "Alright, lets take you to see your, um, husband," he said grabbing your arm. Before entering the room to meet Derek, you had to go through all the security procedures. Which meant that Gilinsky would have to pat you down, and he did, way longer than he should have. "Okay, all done Mrs., now, as you already know: keep up good behavior and there will be a search every four hours. Enjoy your time with Mr. Luh," he said opening the door to the private room.

"Thanks, sweet cheeks," you said pecking his cheek, causing him to blush again.

"Let me take you on a da–," he started.

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't push it honey, I'm still married. Remember?" you said pointing at the large rock on your ring finger.

"Y-yes, ma'am," he replied, "Mr. Luh will be here shortly," he said stepping out of the room. You sat and waited for what felt like an eternity, but had only been a mere fifteen minutes. Oh my goodness, just hurry up! you said to yourself. As if someone was reading your mind, the door opened, an in walked your handsome spouse.

"Oh, Derek!" you said, running into his arms.

"Baby, I missed you so fucking much," he said, showering kisses all over your face, "you look beautiful as ever, ma."

"Thanks baby, you should see what's under it," you whispered into his ear. "Oh, Mrs. Luh, I plan on it," he said placing his lips onto your exposed neck.

"God, I fucking love you," he said kissing you fiercely. Derek pulled away slightly out of breath, looking into your y/e/c eyes intently. You could see the love in his chocolate brown ones as they darkened. Before you could reply 'I love you', he grabs your hand pulling you over to the small bed in the corner. Derek sits onto the bed and pulls you in between his legs, you still standing. “I. Love. You. So. Fucking. Much.” he growls kissing you between each word.

"I love you too, Derek," you say, lacing your fingers into his brown locks, "more than you know, my dear."

“Strip for me, mami,” he commands, using your favorite pet name. His voice makes your body shutter in excitement. You quickly slip your white skirt off and look back at him as he stares at your ass in the white thong you were wearing. "So, so beautiful," he whispers, gripping your ass. He helps take off the pink top you had on, kissing the tops of your exposed breasts of your bra. Derek removes his clothes and pulls you on top of his body onto the bed. “Sit,” his fingertips dig into your hips. In one swift movement of your hips, he enters you slowly.

You let out a sound that’s a combination of a moan and a gasp, "fuck, it's been too long," he groans. Derek grips onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, he starts to lift your hips up and down as he pounds into you, giving you little time to adjust to his size. Derek's abdomen tightens every time you slide back down. Your moans echo off the walls as you claw at his chest, your nails digging into the soft, tanned flesh. He groans at the pain your inflicting on him, enjoying every second of it. "Fuck, daddy! Just like that, oh–ugh, oh my fuck," you shout gripping onto his hair, tightly.

“That’s right mami, moan Daddy's name. Let this whole prison know who’s making you feel this good,” he grunts out as he flips you onto your back and pounds into you harder, your breasts bouncing from the power of his harsh thrusts.

"Mmph, right there, Derek! Oh, I-I'm gonna c-cum," you moan, raking your nails along his back.

“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you?” he smirks at your loud moans. “After this, I'm gonna eat that tight little pussy,” he groans, thrusting his hips faster, his lips sucking hickeys onto your jaw. “C'mon baby, scream my name," he taunts, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he senses that your extremely close.

"Ugh! Fuck, Derek– I'm cumming!" you shout, not being able to hold it back any longer you come undone on him, screaming his name.

“On your hand and knees, doll,” he demands. You look at him with lust in your eyes. You hadn't expected him to stop until he came too. You quickly do as your told, he moans at the sight of your juices running down your thighs. Derek gets behind you, his hands on your lower back. He slowly enters you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. You cry out as he begins to pick up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room. Derek pulls onto your hair roughly, making your back meet his chest. “I've missed this so much, baby. It's been hard without you," groans out. With one hand gripping your hair and the other rubbing your clit, Derek begins thrust deeper into your, hitting your g spot that makes you scream from how sensitive you are. He grins as he continues to hit your g spot harshly.

"Fuck! I love you so much! Derek, Derek!" you scream out his name. “That’s it Y/N. Scream my name. Who makes you feel this good?” Derek says into your ear.

“You, Derek! You, you, you!” You loudly moan, the pleasure taking over your entire body. His movements become to a complete halt causing you to whine out from the loss of contact. “Don't whine, Y/N,” he scolds, sliding in too painfully slow for your liking.

“I'm sorry, Daddy. Faster, go faster," you moan out. “What? I didn’t hear you Mrs. Luh. Repeat that, if you don't mind, doll?” Derek's pace begins to slow again. “Please go faster, God dammit! Please, daddy!” you cry out. He laughs liking the sound of you begging him to fuck you. He quickly obliges and continues his deep thrusts. Your eyes close tightly at the pleasure you are receiving, your hands gripping onto the pillows. Your legs begin to shake and your arms give out as you feel your second orgasm taking over your body. “Derek, I-I'm gonna–” you cry out as you cum for the second time.

"Shit, shit, shit! Oh– and I'm cumming," Derek says to you shooting out onto the bedsheets. Once you both come down from your highs, Derek flips you onto your back, gripping your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. Your eyes widen as Derek head disappears in between your thighs.

“I don't t-think I can h-handle much m-more,” you groan. He smirks looking up at you from in between your legs. Derek spreads your legs apart as his tongue flattens against your clit. Your hands intertwine into his brown locks and pull on it, causing Derek to groan, sending vibrations onto your centre. Your body convulses as you come undone all over his face. “Derek, oh god!” you yell out as your thighs tighten around Derek's head. He climbs up your body and places a gentle kiss to your lips.

"You're beautiful, mami," he says beaming down at you.

"That. Was. The. Best. Sex. Ever," you say panting between each word. "You, my love, are a sex god."

"Why thank you, Mrs. Luh," he says cheekily.

"You're welcome, Mr. Luh," you reply mocking him. You guys were cut short from your moment when Officer Gilinsky saunters into the room.

"I'm here to tell you that Mr. Luh is free to go. Warden's orders, you're out early for good behavior. Stay out of trouble Derek." "Oh my god! We're going home baby!" you scream hugging him close.

"I love you, Y/N," he says kissing your lips.

"And I love you," you reply. You quickly two get dressed and collect your things and get ready to head out of the building. But, before you leave you stop by to tell Officer Gilinsky goodbye.

"Derek, he's been trying to get with me since the first day I walked in here. Can I just kiss him once, make his dreams come true?" you ask.

"One little kiss, that's it. Anything more, I slit his throat," Derek says seriously.

"Hey, Officer! Gilinsky!" you shout getting his attention.

"Yes ma'am," he says walking towards you. You don't say anything but kiss his pink lips quickly.

"Don't miss me too much," you say kissing his cheek and walk away leaving him stunned. "That did the trick, I think," you giggled grabbing ahold of Derek's hand, intertwining your fingers.

"Yeah, I bet. Now, we're going home and I'm going to punish you for that," he said.

"But you said it was oka–," you start.

"Yeah, but I changed my mind," he smirked pulling you towards his Maserati you've been driving.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

What You Need

A/N: too many au fantasy fics where Jordan is the fine ass neighborhood weedman consume me lately. Someone help! 😭 Also, I hope its clear when I refer to J as they or he and she. They when I or a character is vaguely talking about them in general; he or she to help differentiate between their ability to transition or whoever your being intimate with at the time. I hope that makes sense. Just wanted to put my own flavor on my stories but still respect the proper pronouns. I'd love feedback on my Jordan li fics. And please remember, these fics can take a long time to write so pretty please don't flag them as your content consumption is your responsibility. Anyway enjoy!

I step out my brand new stark white BMW, rolling my narrowed eyes as I scan the immediate vicinity. Not payin no mind to the group of dudes starin my way a few cars down, I realize Jordans ass aint nowhere to be found. Too many times over the years of em bein my connect, this mf done made me walk up them damn rickety stairs to grab my sack when they lyin ass specifically promised to be in the lot.

I'm already inna rush to get to my date with Dre. That's why was tryna get a little relaxation; I really didn't wanna show up all tense and hit him with all this attitude at once. A little me time to calm my nerves would do my ass some good after this nightmarish day. And maybe if the date goes well enough, Andre could gimme a hand with that too. Though its impossible to deny if the plug wasn't such a fuck boy, I'd be tryin to give them this work instead. But in no way am I finna compete with any of the hoes on their team.

Bending to reach into my ride, I snatch my cell from the cup holder and slam my car door. My nails click clack across the screen as I text Jordan. I'm already teetering on the edge of insanity so I'm not in the mood to be late or deal with their cocky ass attitude. This was so not supposed to be one of my usual pick ups that lasted over half an hour cause of their antics.

Me: you told me you'd be in the lot when I pulled up.

Not more than 10 seconds go by before I get a response.

This Fuckin Guy: my bad cutie, jus cum up here.

Me: i already let you know I had plans and to be down here this time.

This Fuckin Guy: ik but I had to serve last min. damn.

I roll my eyes as I read the word 'serve'. Yeah, they probably up there servin some lil bitch on her back. For some reason that thought got me on 10.

Me: cus you always wastin my time boy. but fine, i'm comin up.

Me: and my shit better be ready too.

This Fuckin Guy: whatchu need again?

This Fuckin Guy: nvm, Daddy knows exactly what you need..

This Fuckin Guy:

Nibbling my bottom lip softly, I stare at the pic of they fine ass way longer than I'd ever admit to em. Fuck, they just don't realize how many times I've woken up from random scenes of them starin at me like that before diggin me out. Panties and sheets be so fuckin drenched with my juices when I slid my fingers between my lower lips and replayed em back in my mind over and over.

It's so fuckin Jordan to be on standby waitin for some snarky ass remark back, I'm sure of it. But I dont give them the satisfaction, continuing to climb the stairs carefully in my dainty heels.

And I'm absolutely proud of the way I ignore the pounding and slick building between my thighs as I head up the last step and briskly walk to Jordan's apt. Damn I feel a bit pathetic from gettin so horny from a photo that wasn't even a shirtless, nude or dick pic.

I don't even get a chance to knock on the door as an attractive slim blonde with a messy bun and black skin tight leggings opens it. Her expression a bit shocked at first as we briefly stare at each other before she gives me a small smile and quickly walks towards the staircase. Of fuckin course they have some damn bimbo on her way out as I'm coming up. Typical fuckin Jordan. Can't even deny the girl was kinda bad though; that lil fact gone get Jordan popped fa sho.

"Really? Tryna fuck me right after you jus slid in sumn? Nasty ass.." I throw insults at them as soon as I step inside, slamming the door in hopes the lil hoe hears.

"Fuck you on about now?" Jordan's voice is bored from her spot on the couch as she rolls up, not even bothering to look my way.

"I'm speakin on the fact that you tryna hit right now but you got some broad leavin as I'm comin up. Like, the fuck?"

These hands rated E for everyone and they know that. I put a hand on my curvy hip and stare em down. Smoke is finna start steamin out my ears at Jordan's nonchalant behavior. Walkin up to the couch I flop down on the opposite side, full lips pressed into a thin line. Unfortunately my gaze melts more into eye fucking than the daggers I was jus hittin em with as I notice how attractive they are, so damn focused rollin the perfect blunt.

"I ain't fuck her." Tone of voice resembling one to use with a child; clearly she think I'm playin.

I follow the line the tip of her tongue makes as she finishes rolling the blunt. Damn, how I need to feel them doing that allover my fuckin body. I pray Jo ain't got super senses too, like I would just die inside if she could actually smell how wet I was for them right now.

"That right? Then why shawty hair was messy? And why you lookin relaxed as fuck, like you just took a load off? Talkin bout literally.."

"Ion know.. Why you ain't ask her? Told you, I had a order. And maybe I'm calm cause I'm always chill. You needa relax too, princess. Let's smoke."

Always tryna smoke ass; not sure how there's ever any left for them to sell. I roll my eyes at her slick ass, leaning back and folding my arms. Jordan finally looks up at me, dark brown eyes trailin down my frame slowly as she openly ogles my fit.

"Spark it then. But I can't stay long. I told you: I got plans tonight."

"Yeah, you said that. But you ain't say what you got planned the night."

"Cause that's nun ya concern-" my mouth is quick to slam shut at the penetrating stare I get before I can finish my thought.

I've seen that look before; would kill for a view of it while Jordan digs me out actually. (I almost whimper out loud as I envision just that. ) My attitude is immediately extinguished as she checks me without a sayin a fuckin word. She holds my gaze for a few seconds before casting her gaze back down, givin the blunt one last light lick. Clearly amused and feelin triumphant with how I'm put in my place, she openly grins. The silence only lasts half a minute be I speak again.

"Gotta date tonight." I say quietly, absolutely hating myself for how weak my voice comes out.

I expect another death stare but only receive a frown and flared nostrils as Jordan continues to look down. And then more silence. So I speak up again.

"You mad?" Tone a bit stronger this time.

That gets me someneye contact.

"The fuck you think?"

"Well, you shouldn't be since you just-"

"Why you so worried if I'm fuckin when you clearly tryna get ran through tonight?"

The question is like a whip across the face. My cheeks heat as shame flushes through me. My mouth open and closes a few times, struggling to respond. Jordan waits for my response with a confident smirk, transitioning before pulling in a big hit.

"I'm not- I.. That's not why-"

I'm interrupted as he leans over to my side of the couch, grabbing my neck and pulling me in. Sexy ass taking advantage of my lips parting in shock at his grip to blow smoke into my mouth. I take it in without a thought, immediately becoming pliant for him as I inhale. It feels so fucking intimate I want more in an instant.

"Who's the date with?" His fine ass asks me softly, hand still lightly grasping my throat. His thumb rubs my skin there lightly as he takes this moment to assess my fit again.

"Andre." I answer on an exhale, mesmerized by the way he licks at his pretty pink bottom lip.

That makes him pop his gaze back to me, his hold a bit firmer as he reconnects with my y/e/c eyes.

"You not fuckin goin, ma. We clear."

"We're clear."

My response is instantaneous and I have no idea who've I've become in this moment. What I am painfully aware is that he's gettin hard, silver basketball shorts doin nothing to hide his yummy fuckin girth.

Clearly my pussy is way more interested in gettin piped by Jordan than Dre; our close proximity has my desperate empty cunt clenching nonstop. I feel like I'll combust if they don't touch me soon.

"What a good fuckin girl you can be. Who knew?"

The praise has the softest of sounds bubbling from my lips as he takes a longer drag, leanin forward to give me another hit. Since this one's bigger, it has my mind a bit hazy as I exhale. I close my eyes, arms droppin to my lap as I enjoy the high and his big palms wrapped around my neck. A shiver of arousal runs through my frame as he moves to whisper at my ear.

"You like when I tell you how good you are for me? Cause you are honey." I moan an affirming 'mm hm' as Jordan licks and kisses at the sensitive spot behind my lobe. "In fact, can fuck my good girl like she need. Is that what you want? Huh? Itchin for Daddy to slide in them guts? I can.. And I will princess. Gonna get that lil pussy creamin round my cock in no time."

I should be shamed in how my head nods rapidly without my permission, mouth opening to say yes but moaning like a whore instead. I'm completely in shambles, loving the way my welcoming high enhances my craving for his cock.

"Lay back then. Show me how pretty that pussy is." He demands, releasing me and gesturing to the carpet with one hand as he takes a hit and sets the blunt down in the ashtray with the other.

Normally I would at least try to be sensual, make a show of it but I'm too tense right now. I don't even bother to undress as I lay on my back as quick as I can manage, swiftly slippin of my heels and throwing them aside. I'm so thankful for the access the deep slits my fit provides. I only need to spread my thighs and pull my salmon colored thong to the side.

"Damn that lil kitty.. So beautiful, look how she flutters at me baby. Think she want Daddy to come play in it."

Those dirty words make me hungry; fuckin pulsating at how he talks to me. I watch lustfully at the way Jordan stands and strips to his snug black boxer briefs. He smiles at me like he knows something I don't. Get goosebumps from how he stares down at me like he wants to wreck me.

I'm salivating when he pulls his long cock out through the opening and starts shows off. He strokes from tip to the base slowly, starin between my legs like hes inna trance. Dark brown eyes intently focused on the way wetness starts to stream from my slit to my juicy brown ass. I'm so jealous of the way he milks drops of precum on every upward stroke, consistent little grunts of pleasure spilling from him; I want that pleasure.

"Come on Daddy, I'm so ready for it." I goad him.

"Mmm. Fuckin lil slut for me know that?" He groans as he gets on his knees between my legs.

"Yeeees, I knooow." I moan out to his fine ass. "Wish you'd do somethin bout it already."

Grippin the base of his dick, he swipes back and forth through the excess moisture leakin from my slit while grabbing the blunt to take another hit.

"Aight, bet. Legs: shoulders."

I stall for just a moment at his simple request before obeying, setting an ankle at each of his shoulders slowly. My tummy clenches at the thought of the deep fuck I'm about to receive.

Jordan grunts lowly, slidin through once more before slappin my clit thrice with his twitching length. My wails are fuckin thunderous, dramatic ass fuck as an intense sensation swirls in my pulsing cunt. Too damn sensitive, soggy little button throbbing ferociously, I miss the descent of his cock to my drenched hole as the sensations flow throughout my overwhelmed frame.

"Damn you so noisy, baby. Ooooh fuck, Daddy gone enjoy this shit."

He moves forward, tip of his dick pushing at my opening as I groan in absolute peril at his thickness. Gripping and yanking at the plush carpet, breath punching out as his mean ass pulls back and thrusts into me sharply. The deep rumbling moan in his chest has a warmth lickin up my spine as my lil puss struggles to strangle the first few inches of his fat cock.

"Waitwaitwait. Pleeease Jo, please! Sobig, too much. Juswait, juswait.." I whine, releasing the carpet to slap and push at his toned chest and abs.

"No." Jordan snaps, snatching my wrists together and bringing the blunt back to his lips with his free hand.

"Do what you need to take this dick cept that. Do that shit again and it's up." He says, thick smoke billowing from his nose as he gazes at me ferally.

His pace to start is fuckin lethal. I'm already cock drunk when he pulls out and stabs in half way repeatedly, hastily dropping the blunt back in the ashtray. My toes curl at the feeling of him fucking me so roughly. Each thrust gives way for the next, helps make me even slicker so he can slide in further. It's happening too quick, he's digging me out faster than I can breathe. My freshly waxed eyebrows pull together as I yank at his grip on my wrists.

"Oooh shit, that feels sooo good. Yeeees, y/n. Can't believe I'm in these guts. Mmmmfuck, don't fight it. You wanted this shit, right?" He asks, serving me powerful precise jabs.

I realize now that my lids are shut tight, eyes rolled back; my mouth open wide as I sob at the intense fucking I'm receiving. For the sake of satisfying him I offer two jerky nods to his question, pussy walls fluctuating sporadically around his prick.

"Not even in all th-the way. Gone let me all the way inside ma?"

I wish I could've stopped the involuntary 'nooooo' that I moan but at this point my brain is becoming mush. It should be illegal for how fast Jordans reduced me to an incoherent mess.

"Ahhhhh y/n, thas not nice. Why you so mean to me all the time?"

Jordan's teasing damn near falls on deaf ears as he takes my right ankle and adds it with the other. Freeing my wrists he places a thumb on my clit and rubs quickly, holding both legs over his left shoulder. My hands quickly find their place back into the carpet, yanking handfuls as he sadistically unravels me with pure amusement on his face.

It's a surprise I don't deafen us both with the shrieks being forced from me. His frenzied pace increases as he spears me over and over, staring intently at the way I take his cock. My orgasm is so dangerously fuckin close to the surface and I hope he's ready.

"Oooh my go- shit! Ain't neva had a pussy so tight, so fuckin weeeet round my shit. Gone let me keep her all to myself? Huh ma?"

"Yesyesyesyes!"

My crazed chants is the best I can do at this moment as he molds the shape of his dick to my walls. Overwhelmed and overstimulated would be an understatement; finna have me gushin his dick in under 5 and that's a fuckin record for me.

"Good giirrrl, pretty. Ah, ah, this- aahhh God.. This my pussy now y/n. You mine now. Got it?"

Fuck me all these questions don't help my scrambled mind. This a fuckin quiz or something? My response is a garbled jumbled mess of high pitched keens.

"I said do you fuckin understand?" He growls out with one brow raised, passionately drilling my pussy faster.

"YesJo, yeeees! 'M sorry, 'm sorry. SosorryDaddy- please!" I keen in hopes of some type of mercy.

But I get none. Tears track done my cheeks like a heavy rain on a stormy night from being subjugated to this all-consuming pleasure.

"Awww, you look so cute when you cry on my dick baby. Thas it, take it just like that for me. Uhhhfuck, gonna give my perfect princess a big ass nut. Know you want it too y/n; gonna make you leak wit it."

Thanks to his persistence he actually slides into the hilt. I wonder if he can see his long fat cock in my tummy. He's so fuckin big that I wouldn't be surprised. A chuckle reaches my ears as I feel the dam about to burst.

"Mmmm.. Naw ma, wish I could see my fuckin dick in ya tummy-"

Christ, I didn't even know I was voicing my fried ass thoughts. Such a fuckin shame it's at that moment I come and unfortunately miss the rest of his sentence. My cunt compresses the dick that's hell bent on unraveling me from the inside out. The pleasure spikes and my back arches as I fight to accept it. I shake like a leaf as he fucks me fiercely, fingers speeding on my beating little button. A clear stream splatters against his lower body as he praises my efforts.

"Did so good for meeeee, ah ah ah fuck! Mmm, hell yeah y/n! Pleeease gimme my reward! Earned it didn't I? Need it so bad, so fuckin bad! Cuuum baby! Good girl, good girl! GOOD. FUCKIN GIRL!"

I give him two more squirts as he punctuates his words with searingly deep stabs before a heavy warmth blooms in my achy abused little puss. Fuck me, the sensation of Jordan filling my cunt like he owns me is addicting; so damn soothing to the battering I just received. Almost feels like a soothing balm applied to a sore limb. And God damn if he ain't so damn loud as he comes to his end, complementing my poor over used lil puss over and over.

He ceases rubbing my clit to grip both of my legs in a bear hug and creampie me till his nut begins to leak out generously from around his dick. Daddy leaves kisses up and down my calves and legs as he roars out the last of his pleasure. Wish I could snap a pic of the way he tosses his head back before dropping it forward, puffing out heavy grunts of my name; his hips giving stuttering circles as he drains the last bit of his cream into me.

Finally, I'm able to gulp in some air as he hips halt their sweet torture, both of us huffing like we just finished a marathon. Jordan sits back on his haunches, palms sliding down to pull my ass into his lap with both hands. He stays just like that, big dick slowly beginning to soften within me. Daddy looks so fuckin handsome: so damn flushed and sweaty, long damp strands of hair fall into his face; pretty eyes low from smoking and all the work he just put in as he gazes at me with a endearing expression. I press a shaky hand to his chest, feeling his heart race just as fast as mine.

"Get what you need, ma?" He asks, smile dazzling the fuck outta me.

"Yes Daddy."

[mamiiluh]

my humble attempt at making a edit for dluh 💕🧡

song: smile - Tedashii

[mamiiluh]

Next thing I knew... I was pregnant 🤰🏾 👶🏾

[luhslilbitch-blog]

Music Teacher - (d.l.)

Summary: Y/N breaks into her music teacher Derek Luh’s classroom to record her new song in his recording room.

Warning(s): Smut/ Sexual Content, cursing

Song that goes along with it is called Desire by Meg Myers play song when the * appears.

- I apologize for any mistakes

ALSO I DID NOT STEAL THIS, THIS IS ACTUALLY A CHAPTER FROM MY IMAGINE BOOK - Derek Luh Imagines

Your P.O.V. :

As I was sitting in my Geometry class next to my best friend, B/F/N, I was writing some lyrics in my song book.

'I wanna feel you in my bones. Boy I'm gonna love you'

'I'm gonna tear into your soul'

My writing was cut short as the bell sounded signaling dismissal for last period. "Y/N, guess what bitch? Last period with Daddy Luh," B/F/N said wiggling her eyebrows.

"I know, babe! I'm excited, think I look okay?" I asked spinning in a circle. I started to laugh because I know there is no way in hell Mr. Luh would ever find me attractive. I mean I'm only a 18 year old student and he's a 25 teacher, probably with a girlfriend or something.

We walked into Mr. Luh's classroom side by side, "Y/N, look at him! Lookin' like a whole meal today," she said as I looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit and tie with tight fitting dress pants.

When I looked up into his eyes his were already staring back at mine with a smirk on his face. Oh shit, did he notice I was checking him out? a light blush spread across my face as B/F/N and I moved to our seats.

"Aight guys, settle down now," Mr. Luh said smiling at the class. "So, today I want all of you to write some lyrics for a song that you guys will be presenting to the class Monday. Take your time and help others out if they need anything. And don't forget that I can help you guys too," he said while taking off the jacket to his suit, he rolled up the sleeves which exposed the beautiful body art on his arm.

Tearing my eyes away from him, I was met with a smirk and a chuckle from B/F/N. "Oh my god, what, B," I said a bit annoyed.

"You're totally fucking in love with him," she said laughing at me. I slapped her arm giggling also.

"Am not you bitch," I said a little too loudly, which caused Mr. Luh to look at us.

"Something you guys wanna share with us," Mr. Luh said pointing towards the class.

"I, um, I'm sorry, well we're sorry," I said blushing looking towards B/F/N who was just as embarrassed as me.

"Cool, now get to work, ladies," he said smiling.

I quickly pulled my notepad out from my backpack and began to scribble more lyrics into it.

'Honey, I wanna break you. I wanna throw you to the hounds.'

'Yeah, I gotta hurt you. I gotta hear it from your mouth'

My notebook was snatched from my hands by B/F/N as she read over my lyrics. I knew there wasn't much I could do so I let her read as I bit my lip nervously.

"Damn, Y/N. Gotta dirty little mind up there, don't ya," she chuckled. I snatched my notebook from her hands quickly.

"Shut up! It just flowed out alright," I said angrily.

"Okay, damn, bitch. But anyways, I hope you do not sing that in front of the class because it's clearly about sexy ass up there," she said nodding her head in Mr. Luh's direction.

I looked down at the lyrics and I cannot deny it, it totally is about him. Looking up at him, I admired his strong jawline and beautiful tattoos. The bell rang letting us go home for the end of the day.

"Okay, guys! Don't forget to finish your songs for Monday, have a good weekend," he said waving goodbye to the class.

"Bye, Y/N," he winked before I said goodbye and hurried out the door.

"Oh my fuck! He freakin' winked at you," B/F/N shouted in my face.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," I said shoving my books into my locker. I stuffed what I needed for homework and slung it over my shoulder as I walked out the doors to my car, B/F/N right on my heels.

"Think you could get off my ass, B/F/N?" I laughed putting my backpack into the trunk before getting into the drivers seat, B/F/N sliding into the passengers seat.

"Alright, let's get you home asshole," I said putting on my RayBan's and plugging up my aux cord. K.Flay's High Enough boomed through the subs in the car. I sped to B/F/N's house dropping her off.

"Bye, babe. I love you," I said pulling her into a tight hug, "see you tomorrow for a girls night?"

"Of course, Y/N, love you. See ya!" she said running up the steps and into her house.

I left her house and drove to mine listening to the music and dancing along.

--

"Ma, I'm home!" I shouted as I walked inside the door. It's only me and my mom here, my dad and her divorced about a year ago. They just weren't meant to be as a couple I suppose, because they are still best friends.

Walking into our kitchen, I found a piece of paper with a note written on it:

'Hey sweety, I won't be home until next Friday. I'm sorry it was so sudden my boss, Mr. Stephens, said he needed me for business trip to New York. I'm so sorry dear, I'll make it up to you when I get back, girls night, okay baby? Love you, hun! See you Friday evening!

p.s. There is $750 in the envelope on the fridge, please spend it wisely, sweetheart.'

Sweet whole house to myself for a week! I threw my backpack on the ground and pulled some fruit and water out the fridge for a snack. After my snack I took a shower and changed into some leggings and my NASA crop top.

Running down the stairs I went straight to the fridge to find something to eat, it was empty, so I decided to order pizza.

As I waited for the pizza man to come, I wrote some more lyrics in my notebook,

'Boy I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue'

'I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna lay you in the ground'

Ding Dong! Getting up from my spot on the couch a ran to the door and payed for the pizza and ate as much as I could.

--

As the sky began to turn dark, I remembered that the school was going to be open tonight for our school's theater classes play. So, I grabbed my Nike's and car keys and ran into the car. Shifting into gear, I made my way to the school while listening to Mr. Luh's album called 'Hollywood Blvd.' I pulled into the student parking lot and parked closest to the music classroom.

I got out and started walking at a fast pace into the building, I had to sneak past the teachers who were watching to make sure nobody went to the wrong area in the school. It was easy because they weren't paying any attention, they were gathered in a circle talking about their worst students.

I made my way to Mr. Luh's classroom door, which was surprisingly unlocked. Quietly, I grabbed the spare key to the studio which was under the mat in front of the door to the recording room.

I got in and set my keys and bag down and pulled out my notebook, so I could take it in with me. Flipping on the lights, I went straight for the mixing board and set everything up. I began to mix up beats to make the rhythm just right, that took about and hour of frustration. I stood up and started stretching, looking at the clock which read 8:30 p.m. , "Jesus Christ, I've been sitting in that damn chair for and hour," I said to myself.

I grabbed a pair of headphones and flipped on the microphone and started the music. I opened the door to the recording booth and set my notebook up and began to sing,

* "Baby, I'll learn to touch you, I wanna breathe into your well. See, I gotta to hunt you, I gotta to bring you to my hell."

"Baby, I wanna fuck you, I wanna feel you in my bones. Boy, I'm gonna love you. I'm gonna tear into your soul."

Derek's P.O.V. :

Little did Y/N know, I've been here since she began mixing up beats. Yes, I get it, might be creepy but I just wanna see how well she's coming along with her song. And I kinda want to know why the hell she sneaked into my studio.

"Desire, I'm hungry, I hope you feed me. How do you want me, how do you want me?"

"How do you want me, how do you want me? How do you want me, how do you want me?"

"How do you want me, how do you want me? Honey, I wanna break you-"

Her voice was amazing, strong but yet so soft and sweet. I didn't realize it until now, that this song was about me! That's what her and B/F/N's name were fighting about, and why Y/N was checking me out while writing her lyrics.

Y/N, walked out of the recording booth with a large smile plastered on her beautiful face.

"Y/N, that was amazing. But, I hope you don't plan on singing that song in front of the class. 'Lil provacotive, don't ya agree?" I said chuckling slightly. Her smile fell and she began to speak.

"Oh, shit! Mr. Luh, I'm so sorry. I should've asked to use the studio, please don't tell th-" she spoke but I cut her off short.

"Why didn't you tell me this song was about me," I said cockily.

Your P.O.V. :

I looked into his chocolate eyes as he smirked at me, "I, fuck. I-i mean, it would be wrong if I told you. Y-you were not even supposed to find out about t-this s-song," I stuttered as he walked closer in my direction. I backed up slowly until my back hit the wall behind me.

He put his hands on either side of my head and leaned down to look into my eyes, "Y/N, I'll tell you how I want you," he said referring to the lyrics to my song. My gazed flicked from his eyes to his lips as he spoke. Looking back into his eyes, he smashed his mouth onto mine, the kiss was rough and full of lust.

He swiped his tongue on my bottom lip for entrance, I wasn't sure what to do so I just stood there with my lips resting against his. He grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me from the ground which caused me to let out a gasp, he took that as his chance to shove his tongue into my mouth. His mouth tasted of fresh mint and it was driving me insane. Our tongues fought in a battle for dominance, him winning of course. He slowly pulled away, causing me to groan at the loss of contact.

"Baby, tell me what you want," he whispered against my neck as he sucked on the soft flesh, surely leaving marks there.

"I want y-you, please, Mr. Luh," I moaned as he moved his growing erection against my wet core. With that he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground. I took mine of as well, the clothing on the floor began to pile up until we were both left in our undergarments.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?" he asked with a look of guilt.

"Yes, Mr-," "Y/N, please call me Derek," he whispered against my lips.

"Yes, Derek, please I want this. Take me, all of me," I whispered against his chest as I traced my tongue over his triangle tattoo, this earning a low groan from his lips. "You're tattoos are so- beautiful, Derek," I said kissing back up to his neck. I began to mark his neck near the Arabic tattoo.

He pulled me back up by my thighs, during which he pulled down my underwear. He started to draw figure eights against my clit, "oh, Derek, that feels so-" I was cut of by his lips on mine.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," he moaned against my chest. Reaching behind me I unclasped my bra and threw it with the rest of the clothing piled on the floor. He looked at my breasts, and groaned at the sight of my hardened peaks.

I reached down and slid my hands down his hips, tracing over his prominent v-line. "Derek, p-please. No more t-teasing, just fuck me already," I moaned as his fingers still moved against my wet heat.

"Are you ready, Y/N? Please tell me if I'm hurting you," he said lining up to my entrance. Looking into his eyes I nodded yes in approval. Slowly, he slid into me, I've had sex before, but they were never as big as Derek.

"You okay," he said worriedly. "Yes, Derek. You're so big," I moaned as my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He started to thrust deeply into my heat.

"S-shit, you are really tight," he moaned loudly against my chest. He pace began to quicken as his thrusts continued to hit my g-spot.

"Mmph, Derek. I'm g-going to cum. I c-can't last much longer," I screamed out as my nails scratched down his muscular back. "Me too, I'm almost there," he whimpered.

My grip on his back tightened as he became sloppier with each thrust. My head tilted back as pleasure ripped through my body as I came on Derek. He groaned in pleasure as his release followed mine, he continued to thrust to drag out both of our highs. He carefully set me down, so my feet touched the ground, my legs gave out. As I was about to fall to the ground, Derek slung his arm around my waist to help steady me.

"Thank you, Derek," I smiled up at him. He nodded and lightly placed his lips onto mine, we didn't deepen the kiss our lips just pressed against each other. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until he pulled away grinning.

"Y/N, I don't want this to end this way. I want you, not for sex but for you to be mine. I know it's wrong, but I'm sure we can make this work," he said as tears filled his eyes.

"Derek, I want this too. We can do this, I have the whole house to myself for a week, we can spend time there?" I said kissing his forehead.

"Y/N, this might be too soon but, I've known you since you were a freshman. Y/N, I love you so much," Derek said kissing me all over my face.

"I-i, love you too," I said pulling him into another kiss.