#daydreaming about semi helping her undress

[michyeosseo]

What about us?  – I could look after you.

Yoon Hae Young and Choi Myung Gil as JANG SE-MI & BAEK DO-YI LADY DURIAN (2023) 1.10

[songsofsappho]

Anyone else lie down for a nap only to lay there, semi-lucid, daydreaming of a pliant top for an hour?

Dreaming about sliding into her lap and lavishing her neck and shoulders with kisses? Sucking just hard enough to sting but never to mark? Reminding her in low tones how she's to look but not touch. Praising her for being patient.

Grasping her jaw to encourage her to open, present her tongue. Sucking and nibbling across her lips. Never to let her seal her lips around yours.

Hands down Sweet Girl. That's it, be patient.

She could touch, in theory. Her hands aren't tied or secured. But she knows better.

Grasping her nape to draw her in for the deepest kiss, letting her vent the need that's been building in her for just a moment - a flash before drawing away. Teasing a whimper from her as you seperate.

You'll have your chance Pet. Be good and undress for Maestra.

Gasping and cooing softly as she bares herself to you, as you lounge nearby against a chair, a dresser. Devouring her with your eyes. The only thing shielding her from true nudity your collar around her neck.

Mmmm, you look pent up Sweetheart. Do you want to touch yourself for me?

Guiding her touches with a word. The pressure, the speed. The how and the where. She knows better than to orgasm without permission, and as she gets close you tell her to stop.

Let me help you with that. Would you like that? My Good Girl.

Giving her collar a little tug so she has her eyes on you. Reaching down to stroke ever so teasingly with fingertips. It's never enough pressure.

If you can hold on long enough, I might just let you cum on my tongue Princess~

Pushing her over the edge with as little stimulation as possible. Pulling away as soon as she begins to crest. Hands gently grasping her wrists to be sure she doesn't misbehave. It doesn't matter if she's stronger, she knows who's in charge.

Mmm, Good Girl. So Good for Miss. Shhh shhh, calm down Sweetling. You did such a good job.

Caressing her hair as she recovers. Drawing her to your chest so she feels safe and treasured. Showering her crown in gentle kisses. Encouraging her to mouth at your breasts to sooth herself.

And when she's had a moment to rest -

Would you like your reward Sweet Girl? You've been so good.

It only takes a couple hand gestures to guide her to the floor, knelt beside the bed. You stroke her cheek before leading her to her reward, the sweet musk between your thighs. Her enthusiasm would almost be embarrassing, if it weren't so endearing.

Alright Sweet Angel, it's Maestra's turn.

You pull her up onto the bed, reclining back as you urge her on, sliding into you. Tugging her down by her collar to capture her lips. Fingers around her neck as she ruts into you greedily.

That's it. Isn't that nice? If you keep this up, Miss might even let you cum in her. Would you like that Sweet Girl? Always so good for Miss...

Just me? Cool.

[theringers]

watch me burn - pierre gasly

illicit affairs, part seven

summary: “oh baby, I've been thinking about it, you know that I've been dreaming about it” watch me burn / michele morrone

a/n: hi:) still a few more parts to go but i went a few chapters without smut and this was needed so enjoy:) also if u listen to the title song while u read its a whole new experience lmfao

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, semi public sex

2 months ago, to the day

Your eyes met his piercing blue eyes in the garage once again. It had been a month since you slept with Pierre and you haven’t stopped thinking about it. The way he stared at you as he fucked you was the exact same way he was glaring at you across the paddock. Needy and desperate.

You shook yourself back into focus and listened as Max’s strategist reiterated today’s race strategy but you couldn’t help daydreaming about what that man could do in bed.

You drowned out the conversation about tyres and looked over to Alpha Tauri at the perfect time. Pierre had his bottom lip between his teeth while he examined his car. He ran his hand slowly over the chassis seductively like he knew you were watching. His fingers grazed the metal in painstakingly slow circles. After he removed his hand from the car was when he caught your eyes. He gave you a smirk, not even a smile, and turned away. It was good to know that you weren’t the only one thinking about what happened.

The race started and you were in the garage, cheering on Max. He had started second on the grid but due to a first lap incident, he was fifth. He was not going to be happy after the race. He can tolerate if he fucks up but having other people interfere with his race is something he takes particularly hard.

Pierre’s car came up behind Max’s around a corner and got too close for comfort. Max jerked his steering wheel too much as he tried to turn, sending Pierre’s car straight into the barriers.

You stood up out of your seat and gasped. Everyone in the garage was relieved to see Max still racing and no one seemed to be concerned about Pierre. You took off your Red Bull Racing branded headphones and slammed them on the table before rushing over to the Alpha Tauri garage.

Anna was seated in her chair, looking worried, but not enough for you. She should be close to tears like you were.

“Have you heard anything from him?” You asked and Anna looked up, almost annoyed.

“He’s conscious,” his race engineer said, “but hurting.” You heard the groan come through followed by a bunch of curse words. He apologized profusely for his move but it was all Max’s fault.

You watched on Alpha Tauri’s monitors as the race was red flagged and decided to head back to Red Bull’s garage. “Let me know when you hear something,” you said to Anna. She nodded and looked back down to her phone. Fucking bitch. Her attitude made you not even feel bad about sleeping with her husband. She didn’t deserve him.

Max walked back to the garage looking like a life size bobble head with his heavy helmet swinging around. “Is Pierre okay?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“He’s conscious. He took a nasty hit.”

“I know, I feel bad. I didn’t mean to, the steering wheel just got away from me. I saw him crash in my rear view mirror.”

You were visibly shaken and Max always knew the right things to say when you weren’t feeling okay.

“He’s gonna be okay,” Max said, rubbing your back.

You nodded in agreement. “I know he will. I’m going to check on him at the medical center once the race starts again.”

Max smiled at you. “That would be good. Make sure you tell him I’m sorry.”

An engineer put his hand on Max’s shoulder and shoved a spreadsheet full of data in his face. He shrugged his shoulders and walked with the engineer to the monitors.

It wasn’t long before the race got underway again. Max made it up to third, podium position, but there were still at least 30 laps left. You started the trek through the paddock and over to the medical center. You were just a bit too late as you saw Pierre walking out down the ramp. He smiled when he saw you approach him.

“How ya feeling champ?” You asked him.

“I’m a bit sore thanks to your husband.”

Your face fell. “He sends his apologies. I promise he was actually remorseful.”

“Max? Remorseful? What did you do to him?”

You laughed. Max did have a temper and tended to be extra competitive but he had formed a special bond with Pierre these last few years. They weren’t friends by any means but they helped each other out whenever possible. This was one of the times that it wasn’t possible.

“He does genuinely feel bad, Pierre.”

“I know he does, it was a racing incident. I saw the footage.” He limped slightly through the paddock and winced when he put pressure on his left leg. “I think I should go lay down for a bit.” He took another step and lost his balance. You grabbed his arm and held him, making sure he stayed steady.

“This is it right here,” he pointed to his motor home.

“Do you want me to help you up there? I don’t want you to fall.” You said with a soft smile on your face. How could he resist your offer of help?

“Sure,” he limped over to the door and you aided him up a few stairs. “Shouldn’t you be watching the rest of the race? Last I checked, Max was doing really well.”

He sat down on the luxe white leather couch in exhaustion and you sat at the table across from him. “He wanted to make sure you’re okay. He’ll be fine.” You looked around the motorhome, observing your surroundings to seem busy. “So Anna’s nice…” you said, followed by a laugh. You had known Anna for a few months now. Their wedding was right before the season started and you really hadn’t known her much before then either. She tended to keep to herself and you wanted to respect that.

“She can be a bit…”

“Yeah, I know. I went to check on you after the crash and she looked like she wanted me dead.”

“In her defense, she caught me checking out your ass this morning. She was not very happy with me after that.”

You leaned forward to give him a light smack. “Pierre!” You shook your head in disappointment. “What did she think of the way you were practically fingering your car this morning?”

He played fake shy. “Oh, you saw that?”

“You make my heart beat crazy fast.” You admitted, putting your hand to your chest. “That didn’t help.”

“Well, as long as you enjoyed yourself.”

Enjoy yourself you did. He was in his same fireproofs from earlier and you were sure he didn’t know how turned on they made you. They were pulled down to his waist, the sleeves hanging low off his hips. His white undershirt was tight to his body, putting his abs on full display. His legs were spread wide, inviting you in. Was it hot in there? Was the air conditioning on?

He ran his hands over his abdomen and leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. He groaned, sounding like he was in pain, frustrated, and horny at the same time.

Why did he have to be so unbelievably irresistible to you? When you were around him it was almost impossible to contain yourself. There was a magnetic force dragging you to him constantly. You moved yourself to sit next to him, earning his attention and popping his head up.

“You look really hot right now,” you giggled to yourself. He made you feel like a teenager experiencing her first love. The nerves were through the roof.

“Well, I feel hot.” He looked around the walls of the motorhome. “Where the hell is the air conditioning and who turned it off?”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god it’s not just me.” He looked over at you examined your face. He placed his hand on your red cheeks. “You’re flushed.”

When he touched you, a chill ran through your body. Your body felt on fire and he had the power to send a freezing cold chill through it all.

“My cheeks get really red when I get nervous.” You blushed even more having to admit that. It was your least favorite characteristic of yourself. Everyone always knew flat out when you were nervous.

“I can’t tell if it makes you look cute, like I want to hug you, or if I want to fuck you.” His hand still rested on your cheek as he looked back and forth between your eyes and lips. “You look so god damn innocent. Like I could totally ruin you with just a few minutes alone.” His thumb ran over your lower lip and you instinctively stuck your tongue out to meet his thumb. He took the opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth and you suctioned around it, keeping eye contact with him. “Y/n,” he breathlessly begged, “please.”

His lips crashed to yours, feeling warm and secure the moment they touched. His hands held your neck and you moaned into his mouth, forgetting what it felt like to be touched by him.

He hoisted you onto his lap, wincing a bit when you grazed his knee. His hands fit perfectly in the curves of your waist as he pulled you closer to him, grinding your hips. “Don’t do this to me,” he said into your neck.

“Why not?” You said cheekily.

“We don’t have much time.” You almost forgot that there was a race going on right now.

“I can be quick.” You hopped off of him and locked the motorhome door as he undressed out of his fireproofs. He looked so good in his white suit but he looked even better naked. You slipped off your underwear and hoisted your sundress up to your waist before going back to his lap.

He guided your body on top of his, settling you down as you took all of him in, deep. “Shit. A condom.” You said, after the bare feeling of him inside of you set in. God did it feel good but it wasn’t right.

“I don’t think I have any in here.” He said. “I promise I’ll pull out. I need you so bad.” He lightly bit your nipple through your sundress.

“I will kill you if you’re lying to me.” You started to move your hips and moaned at the sensation. He felt so good filling you up all the way.

He took your ass in his hands and started to bounce you up and down on his cock. “That’s it baby, just like that.” He said, admiring your movements. “Fuck me like a good girl.”

Your head fell forward, the feeling running through your body getting almost unbearable to handle.

“Jesus, Pierre, you feel so good.” You pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and arched your back, feeling like all eyes were on you in the best way possible.

He watched you in awe as you rode his cock without a care in the world. “Your pussy is so tight baby. So tight for me.” A breathy moan escaped his lips and his face looked like he was in pure bliss. There’s nowhere else he would rather be.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna come.” He said, panicking. You rushed to get off of him as you saw the liquid pool on his abs.

“Did you…?”

“I don’t think I got any inside of you.”

You took a deep breath to collect your thoughts. God, you hoped not.

next part

[meetmeatthecoda]

(star emoji) for Grifting With The Enemy :D

Pumpkin!! 🧡🧡🧡 Hello, my dear friend, thank you so much for your endless interest & support!! 😍😍 And for giving me a reason to re-read GWTE, which I haven't done for a loooong time!! 😂😬 (But, the good news is, it low-key got me inspired to hurry up & finish it!! 😏) BUT - in the meantime - here's some BTS info from my re-read under the cut, which is a lot - fair warning - since it's a 4 chapter fic & counting!! ��️

LOL I forgot how stressful it is coming up with names for random extra people in fics, I hate doing that LOL But I did think it was important to open with Red NOT being a merciless crime lord who kills anyone who displeases him, cause - while he does have that side to him when necessary - that's not who Red is or wants to be.

I liked including that little moment with Red & Dembe about the parallel parking. I love those father/son & brotp moments for them, they're just the best. I tried to sprinkle those in wherever I could in Red's POV in this fic.

I loved the mental picture of Liz - with glasses & beanie a la The Harem - just leaning casually against a bookshelf the first time Red sees her... & he's immediately captivated, just like in canon. Especially with her eyes, I can't NOT write any version of Red that is not completely blown away by Liz's eyes, I mean, come on I also thought it was important that he thinks she's much younger than she is (intentionally part of her persona) & I'm looking forward to writing the reveal of her true age in a later chapter.

I loved writing a Liz that instantly challenges Red, already having heard about him (& more than that, as revealed in chapter 2) & point blank telling him she may refuse the job bc she has a say too. I liked keeping - & even amplifying a little - that dynamic from canon!Liz of always surprising Red & keeping him on his toes, all while he's trying so desperately to stay ahead of her & impress her.

I LOVED writing the brush pass scene - that moment where Red realizes he has officially underestimated her - & LOL I completely forgot I wrote that part about the condom LMFAO wow past!Coda, mighty daring of you 😂😂😂

Plus, I couldn't help the bonus bit about her stealing his phone & tossing it to him to end the chapter, that was just so fun to throw in there!!

I liked opening chapter 2 with Red still thinking about Liz, just to show how she captured his attention, even before he finds out she's been stealing from him. And I liked writing that revelation without any anger on his part, with him understanding it wasn't a full-scale attack on his empire, she's just a thief taking well paying jobs where she can get them, & instead it just shows him how talented she is. I thought that was an important thing to clarify before moving forward.

I LOVED writing Red & Dembe surprising Liz in her apartment, especially the part with Red's snooping & being confused & surprised by what he sees there. I loved kind of creating/designing Liz's apartment to showcase her true self, not her "young thief" persona that Red falls for at first. I wanted it to be clear that Red is fascinated by her seeming duality from the start (canon LOL) as well as just straight-up attracted to her (also canon LMAO).

Also I gave Liz a loft apartment cause I've always loved those!!

And I LOVEDDD writing Red super confident about surprising her & looking forward to taking her off guard by settling in on the couch & all that macho man stuff, only to be rendered fucking dumbstruck when she comes downstairs with no pants on lmfao & I included that little detail of her usually wearing a knife on her leg to show she's not to be underestimated 😏 & I couldn't help but throw in there Dembe kicking the back of the couch, that made me cackle lmfao

I think the truce was important to establish asap bc I didn't want any secrets or lingering animosity between them. That's for canon 😒 Only flirting & sexual tension here, thank you very much.

I had to include Red being a gentleman & asking if she wanted to get dressed, but I also couldn't resist Liz being confident & careless about it, while still hiding tactfully behind the counter. I thought that was a cute exchange.

lmfao of course, I included their coffee preferences being noticed by the other, I think that's an obligatory thing in any Lizzington fic ever, I'm so guilty of that lmfao

I loved the idea of Red being ready to start on a classic Red's Blacklister Presentation but Liz once again stops him in his tracks (while still secretly being impressed by his presence, of course, & I even accidentally switched POVs for no reason to include that?? nice Coda lmfao) as well as trading barbs & quips with him while Red feels awful & guilty at any accidental slights bc he can't bear to insult her.

AM&R vs. AR&M whoops typo lol

I liked the little snippet of dark!Red we see in their conversation of consequences for his enemies, that way Liz sees a little bit of what he's capable of & Red sees how she's not phased by it.

And that last little flirtation & wink to finish the chapter - lol can't resist

Ooooh, I loved switching to Liz's POV (fully ha) for chapter 3, I enjoyed describing how head over heels she is for Red already, that was fun. I liked writing about her lil movie day & chores she's completed, as well as fleshing out her AU past a little with Sam & her young grifting experiences. And her burning her popcorn while daydreaming about Red cause... same 😏

Ooooh, phone conversations are always so fun to write between them, I love trying to get that perfect mix of joking & sincerity & flirting & pining & pressing the phone close to their ear.

I thought it was important to keep (or rather re-invent, since TPTB seemed to drop it like a hot potato 😒😒😒) Liz's intense interest & respect for psychology, especially as a reason for being attracted to Red, since it kind of mirrors one facet of his interest in her. Not to mention Red thinks at first that it's just a useless, do nothing degree for her LOL

Ohhh, I loved establishing that mutual respect & friendliness between Liz & Dembe early on, that's such a fave of mine, I've always loved their friendship & thought it had a lot of potential. Liz loves & respects Dembe for keeping Red safe & Dembe loves & respects Liz for being so dear to Red.

Ugh, I LOVED writing Liz so completely disarmed by Red's relative state of undress at his safe house (paralleling her pants-less parade in chapter 2, of course) bc sameeeeeeee girl.

I also had fun writing Red blabbing on about some story as he often does, meanwhile Liz has already picked the lock on the safe, once again impressing & surprising him while she admires his different passport pics. That was so fun.

And I loved the quick shift to just a little animosity between them with Red insulting her lockpicks & Liz flaunting her thefts from him. I think those little spats give a little electricity & tension to the relationship, even if they blown over quickly, which they always do. And the fact that Red apologizes & they shake hands & make up is very refreshing to me (since they never fucking do it in canon lol fml) & also it's an excuse to write a little teasing physical contact & sexual tension 😁😁😁

And damn, I forgot how fun it is to throw a little teasing jab in there at the end of a chapter, just for fun - probably bc I'm allergic to multi-chapter fics & never write them lmfao wow

Ahhhhhhhh. I remember how much fun I had writing this whole restaurant scene, partly bc it was a difficult & long process (trying not to make all the flirting & physical movements repetitive while fitting in all the necessary dialogue in a semi-non-boring way lol) but also bc it was so fun writing their back-and-forth while seated at a table alone with nowhere else to go & nothing to distract them. I also wanted to take the opportunity to show Red's genuine interest in her as a person & let them spend some quality time together for the first time. I loved the idea of them losing track of time & Dembe having to come interrupt them with a knowing smirk. Also I def referred to the Olive Garden website for the food they ate cause I'm lame lmfaooo

I thought it was cute to throw in that Liz almost couldn't find Red when she arrived but for the fedora marker he placed out for her & then when she's leaving, she can feel his gaze on her the whole way out. Little parallels like that are my guilty pleasure 😁

Omggg I forgot about the end of this chapter, I remember I wanted Red to surprise Liz yet again & I thought the dessert snuck into her bag was a cute touch. Plus, tiramisu is a favorite of mine 😋 I also tried to make the vibe of this phone call a little softer & more tentative, not so much on tender hooks with lots of tension as the previous ones have been, showing how they're getting used to each other & falling in love at a break neck pace lol

Welp, that's all 4 chapters that are posted buttttttttt a sneaky look at my document that I haven't opened for an embarrassingly long timeeeeeee shows my sketch for the rest of the fic which revealssssss....... a detailed 10 chapter map with an epilogue!! Wow, I forgot I sketched everything out in such detail, this isn't too bad, maybe I should actually write this 😂😂😂 And I promise I will, hopefully sooner rather than later!! ❤️❤️❤️

Well, there you go, Pumpkin, I hope that didn't take you too long to slog through & there was something enjoyable in there for you!! 😂 Thank you so much for your interest again, my lovely friend, & getting me excited about this fic again!! 🥰 Much love to you, always, Pumpkin!! 🧡

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut

[crowleyellestair]

Scent - Geralt Drabble

AN// I know it’s only been like an hour since I posted, but I just burst from my prison of writers block. Check out Another Morning- Geralt Drabble and all of my other Witcher stuff! (Geralt, Jaskier and Regis fics)

The night was long, but the day was longer. Geralt had set off at dawn to help rid the people of the near by isle of a specter infestation. He had assured his two companions that though it would take a day minimum, it would only take two max. The bard had played at every venue in the small village, leaving only the inn, tavern and private shows the richer farmers divulged in. There were only four or five Gwent players and it seemed no one needed a healer, so the day dragged for Y/n just as much as it did Jaskier.

Normally, she’d have enough to do around the village to keep her mind occupied, but it seemed fate was trying to be funny. That fate wanted to see her have a small panic attack while focusing on all the things that could go wrong. Of course, she knew why neither of them were allowed to go with, hearing lecture after lecture as to how they were liabilities. They both knew though that it was really because he cared.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to worry, however.

Jaskier laughed when she came to his door later in the evening asking for his laundry. Usually they would convince the inns to do it for them because of their heroics, but Y/n needed to get her mind off of the horde Geralt was facing. The way the Peller had sold it made it seem as though there was more to it- that something more sinister would befall the isle whilst the witcher was eradicating the face valued threat. Y/n had mentioned it before he left, and he had agreed, but went without back up anyhow. So, in this uneventful day, laundry it was.

To try and be respectful to the residence of the town who were nice enough to let her use the wash stations for free, she did the laundry n increments. Y/n started with Jaskier’s, knowing it would take the longest. She wanted to keep the quality of the fabric and colour, so she spent time to delicately wash everything. An hour later she went back with her things. The three of them had fell into the habit of the bard taking his own room while Y/n and Geralt shared one. This was to both her excitement and disdain. She had an infatuation, but she didn’t think it was right to admit it. Geralt was a powerful man that can’t afford to be tied down. He lived longer than an ordinary human, and could find a handful of others that would suit his timetable. The healer was left to give as much affection as possible without stepping that line. Oddly enough, she had been getting bolder recently without any resistance on the witcher’s part.

She had made her way back to the room, stripping herself of the close she wore now to be able to wash them with Geralt’s. She had been undressed down to her small clothes, picking up discarded pieces along the way. It wasn’t until she found a semi clean black shirt of Geralt’s did she dress. At first, she had sniffed it to make sure it was dirty, but then noticed his scent lingering. Chamomile, steel, silver and sweat. The scent had calmed her for a moment, before realizing how late it was getting. She threw the shirt on, rushing to the wash. Everything was cleaned, but her nerves had come back full force.

Y/n could never find sleep when Geralt was alone, even if he scolded her. He always said it was because he didn’t want her whining on the road, but they both knew she wasn’t the whining type. Silent suffering, sure, but the outbursts had been all Jaskier. The healer decided to stay in front of the fire, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around herself. The shirt was baggy, but bunched up perfectly so that when she nuzzle her chin into the little crook her body made, his scent wafted. It was more calming than before, and she let her mind wander to warmer places- to times were the scent was most prominent.

When they were sharing a bed. No matter the temperature, she always found her limbs tangled with his come morning. They used to try and stay on the other side of the bed, but nowadays they start off wrapped around the other.

When he had to overexert himself into a job that didn’t deserve it, and she had to patch him up. Geralt would sit in a chair, Y/n kneeling between his legs to stich a particularly deep cut on his lower stomach.

Being shoved together in dark corners of the tavern, needing to share the same space because the bard brought back too many friends.

Sharing the same breath when he throws his body over hers in a protective way. Or fighting side by side, moving as one to try and fight their way out of whatever sticky situation they had found themselves in.

“Help.” Y/n jumped so much that she could have landed standing up. She turned to find Geralt smiling but a grimace was quickly taking hold. Nodding and rushing to her bag, she motions for him to sit at the desk. Heaving the larger bag onto the table, she huffed.

“Don’t sneak up like that, we have talked about this.” He focused on shedding armor, his voice rumbling and setting in her bones.

“I didn’t.” Y/n looked to the door, finding his weapons on the floor and the door wide open. A flush creeped up, rarely being caught in such deep daydreams. The gash on his shoulder wasn’t horrible, but there was a lot of specter dust and dirt in the wound. She stood, slotted between his legs, arching him so his forehead rested on her stomach. His hands came up to slightly squeeze her hips when she had to dig deeper into the cut. After she started the sutures was when he spoke up again. “My shirt.”

Y/n knew lying wasn’t an option, and since he couldn’t see her fluched face, what was the harm?

“I was doing laundry and needed to borrow it. But then um… the- ugh, now it just sounds weird. The smell calmed me down because I was worried about you. It seems I had somewhat of the right to be, however, so I don’t feel too guilty about it.” He simply hummed in response, but it sounded amused. She finished by rubbing salve around the area, and giving a quick pet to his hair before detaching. She made her way to the bed, getting under the covers, and pulling out the book she had started. Geralt washed himself before asking where his clothe were. “Oh, uh, they’re still drying. I thought I’d have more time, sorry.” Y/n apologized, but knew he wouldn’t care considering she did his laundry.

The witcher crawled into bed next to her, and she blew out the candle. There were a couple of moments where everything in the room was still before she felt two arms bring her flush to his chest. They laid on their sides, facing each other. His hand found its place behind her head, bringing it to curl and rest under his chin, which started to slightly move. It wasn’t until moments later that she realized his cheek was rubbing against her hair, and her nose shifted to press against the column of his neck. Trying to be subtle, she inhaled the smell.

The smell of safety.

Her whole body followed suit in curling closer to the man, and the arm covering her wrapped firmly to the compliance.

[songficsbyrissi]

The Fix (Part 4)

Previously on the Fix...........(click here for part 3)

A few songs into your Ella Mai listening session, you felt yourself drifting into sleep on his shoulder. You tried to shake yourself awake But sleep was winning. T’Challa noticed you drifting off to sleep and chuckled. He laid you back on the couch, left, and came back with a thick comforter. He kissed your forehead. “Good night, Y/N.” That was the last thing you heard before sleep completely took over.

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You slowly opened your eyes as slight daylight seeped through the windows in the darkened room. Your eyes widened in panic and you sat up looking around this unfamiliar bedroom. Where the fuck were you? You then remembered you had came to T’Challa’s apartment last night for sex but that didn’t happen. Or did it?

He wasn’t in the bed next to you and you were dressed in your white tank top and black string bikini underwear that you wore under your clothes last night. You got out of the king size bed and crept out of the bedroom into the living room. You saw T’Challa shirtless in black basketball shorts doing push-ups. You stood behind the leather couch watching his toned back move with each part of the exercise. You bit your lip, resting your head in your hand. Once he finished, he jumped up from the floor and his eyes fell on you. He put on a shy smile.

“Good morning, Y/N. Did you enjoy watching me work out?”

You shrugged. “Ehh somewhat.”

He chuckled grabbing the blue hand towel from the couch, wiping his face and you watched his sculptured abs drip in sweat. You felt your pussy throb a little and shifted your weight.

“I hope you didn’t mind me moving you to my bedroom. I would not feel right leaving a lady sleeping on a couch so I slept on the couch. Also, I hope you don’t mind me undressing you. I wanted to make you comfortable.” You snapped out your daydream and snickered. “Nope. I don’t mind at all. You didn’t have to do that. We could’ve shared the bed. I feel bad about taking over your bed.” You moved around the couch to face him. “And why would I mind you undressing me? It isn’t the first time you’ve done it.” If it wasn’t for his beautiful chocolate coated skin, you would’ve seen him blushing at your statement but you knew he was by the way his cheekbones poked out. “I’m relieved to hear you say that. I’m going to take a shower. Please help yourself to anything in my fridge. I left your clothes on the ottoman in my bedroom.” “Wait...” You bit your lip and stopped him from leaving. “I need to brush my teeth and take a shower as well.” T’Challa looked at you quizzically. “You would like to do that here? I figured you would like to go back to your dormitory.” “It’s a Saturday. I don’t mind staying here for a little bit.” You grabbed him by his waistband pulling him in closer. You hoped he would get the hint. He pushed your hands away. “No. You can leave.” T’Challa remarked roughly and turned his back on you. You were confused and a little hurt. “T’Challa, did I do something wrong?” He ceased his walking and turned back to you. “No. I did. I know our relationship is just sex but I can’t keep having sex with you. I can’t do it.” You crossed your arms with attitude. “Why not? I’m so confused. You wanted to have sex when we first met. You said to call you whenever I needed that fix.” You snorted shaking your head when he didn’t reply. “What’s up? You’re always hellbent on talking but now you’re quiet? Go on and speak, Fixer.” T’Challa’s fists clenched to his sides as he took deep breaths. “I have gained feelings for you, Y/N. I wish I did not because I am not supposed to. I was in denial but last night, as we talked and bonded over the music, I realized that I like you, but it is wrong.” You felt your heart drop at his confession. How could you not see that this man is front of you liked you more than a friend? How could you not see you did too? “That boy that you call your boyfriend.....” T’Challa shook his head and sneered, probably thinking about the stories you’ve told him about Aaron. “He does not deserve you but he has your heart. I’ll keep being your friend so you are free to come by my office whenever you want to talk but-“ “T’Challa, I have feelings for you too.” You blurted out suddenly, surprising yourself. “Please do not lie to me-“ “I’m not!” You marched over to the brooding professor. “Ever since we’ve been talking, I’ve found myself forgetting about Aaron. You even said last night the love I have for him is gone. The reason why I keep coming back to have sex with you is not because the sex is good. I keep coming back because I like you too. It was hard to admit it but I do.” There was a blanket of silence and the both of you stared at each other intensely. You couldn’t read him and you were sure he couldn’t read you either. T’Challa spoke up first. “I am a professor and you are a student. This is wrong.” You walked up to him slowly. “We didn’t care before.” “So what is this?” He asked. “It’s a Whatchamacallit.” T’Challa began to chuckle at you and you smiled then got serious. “But let me be serious. I’m not ready to hop into a new relationship just yet. I haven’t closed the one I’m currently in. Well, barely in. But I know I really like you and I don’t want this to end.” “I will wait for you to be ready.” T’Challa declared causing you to shake your head in disagreement. “No, T’Challa. That wouldn’t be fair to you.” “I think I decide what is fair to me.” He countered standing up straight. “When you are ready to take the next step, I will be ready as well. Until then.....we can keep doing this.” You smirked leaning up to kiss him but backed away covering your mouth. “You got a spare toothbrush?” T’Challa chuckled and led you to the marble bathroom he had. Seriously, how much do professors make? His loft looked expensive as fuck. He gave you a toothbrush and toothpaste from the cabinet. You started to brush your teeth when T’Challa got undressed and stepped into his shower which had clear doors so you could see EVERYTHING. T’Challa in all his naked glory with the water from the shower head running down his body. Your eyes traveled from his head to his toes. That’s a lie. Your eyes stopped at his dick that was semi hard and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, thinking about your mouth on his manhood. You finished brushing your teeth and thought of something. You bit your lip, removing your panties and pulling your tank over your head. You laid them on the toilet seat and opened the door, stepping inside the shower. T’Challa has his back turned with his face under the water. ‘Should I touch him?’ You thought to yourself. “If you want to do something to me, entle, go on with it.” He turned around smirking at you. You laughed grabbing a hand towel from the rack. “Listen, I’m just trying to save water by showering with you. Ain’t nobody come in here to do anything else.” You grabbed the piece of African black soap, lathering the towel with it, and rubbing it all over your body. “Oh really?” “Yes really. Now can you...?” You handed him the towel and turned around. He obliged washing your back when you had a mischievous thought. You bent forward, backing your ass on his member. You rolled your hips slightly and felt him twitch behind you. He finished washing your back and moved the both of you under the water. He turned you around and lifted you by your ass causing your legs to wrap around his waist. “You are a liar.” T’Challa whispered making a trail of tender kisses from behind your ear to your bare, wet chest. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it, Professor?” You grinned lazily. That was it. He plunged himself inside and went crazy. After T’Challa fucked the shit out of you in the shower, you two made your way back to his bedroom where he got dressed and you fussed over your hair. You really allowed your beautiful twist out to get wet and fucked up because you wanted to have shower sex. “Any requests? I’m making breakfast.” T’Challa announced once he dressed in a white v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He was tempting you with those damn sweats. Making you wanna eat something else. “You don’t have to do that, T’Challa. I’ll get dressed and be out of your space soon.” “Y/N.” He said your name sternly and you turned to him sighing because you knew you lost this. “Fine, fine. I’ll take scrambled eggs, please.” You smiled turning back to the mirror. He left to begin his cooking and you huffed still trying to figure out your mess of a hair. You fluffed it out and did your best to put it in a high bun on top of your head. Once you fixed it up, your ringtone went off and glanced at the caller ID. Melanie. “Hey girl.” You answered the phone. “Hey girl”? Bitch, is that all you have to say after going M.I.A? We were fucking worried about you!” Melanie screeched in your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Y’all were? Why?” You heard Cass on the phone next. “Well first, you didn’t text back when we texted the group chat saying we got back to our dorms safely and second, we’re at your dorm and you’re not answering. Where are you?!” Shit. “Um, well...” You tried to think of a lie when T’Challa walked into the room telling you the food was ready. “Who was that?” They both asked and you thanked God Ari wasn’t with them because she would’ve recognized his voice. “Rayana’s boyfriend. Y’all remember my friend Rayana? Yeah I went over to her dorm when we left Buffalo Wild Wings and knocked out here.” “I don’t remember no damn Rayana....” As your friends conversed, you muted the phone and turned to T’Challa. “I’ll be there. I just gotta talk to my friends.” “All right but I’ll get started without you.” T’Challa smirked walking up to you as you sat at the end of the bed and took the phone off mute. “That’s fine.” You whispered to him and turned your attention back to your friends and laying back on his bed. You didn’t even notice him getting down on his knees in front of you until he spread them wide and you glared down at him. “What are you doing?!” You whispered harshly and T’Challa smiled deviously as he began to lick your entrance. Oh fuck. “I told you I’m going to start eating.” He mumbles putting his whole mouth on your pussy, sucking softly on your pearl. You held back moans, trying to focus on your conversation. “Anyways, I’m sorry I....fuck...” “Girl, you good?” “Oh yes..... I’m fine.” You breathed attempting to push his head back but he continued eating as his fingers played with your pussy. You felt your legs begin to shake but you couldn’t give yourself away. This motherfucker knew this was torturing you and he loved it. You muted the phone so you can moan loudly as they talked. “Oh fuck yes!” You moaned as his tongue hit your g-spot. “Anyway, girl, when are you coming back? There’s a party tonight that we trying to go to.” Because Cass needs a man.” “Bitch!” You made haste to take the phone off mute trying to push his head but he kept devouring you. You laughed breathlessly. “Give me.....give me 30 minutes and I’ll.....shit......meet up with you guys at Ari’s dorm.” “Bet. You sure you good, girl?” Cass questioned. “YES!” You moaned/yelled out as your orgasm rippled through you then you cleared your throat. “I mean yeah, I’m good. I was looking for something and I finally found it. I’ll see y’all later. Bye!” You clicked the red button, ending the phone and screamed as you released your juices all over T’Challa’s mouth. Once you finishing cumming, he lifted his head from your thighs, grinning. You attempted to glare through your post-orgasm haze. “You almost got me caught.” T’Challa continued to smile. “But you didn’t. I’m impressed.” He stood up pulling your thighs closer and pulled down his sweats. “Now you said 30 minutes, correct? That’s enough time for another orgasm.” “Wait, can I get some actual food first?” You panted, trying to squirm away. “Yes.....after you cum again.”

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After you came and T’Challa got his nut from the quickie, you quickly ate your food and rushed out of his apartment. He tried to convince you to stay but you had enough orgasms for today. You partied, went to sleep, and woke up with one thing on your mind. You needed some dick. Not necessarily in your vagina but you wanted that shit in your mouth. You were in the mood to suck some dick and you knew who to go to for it. “Hey professor.” You strolled in to his office with a seductive smirk on your face as you closed the door behind you. T’Challa turned towards you, closing a textbook and placing it on his desk. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Y/N?” His cheekbones rose at his question. You slowly walked up to him, placing kisses on his lips and neck. “My need for pleasure.” You pushed him onto his computer chair and straddled him. T’Challa has a firm grip on your hips as you whined your hips on him. You felt his member poking against your pussy and you grinned, getting down on your knees. He was now confused at your actions. “What are you do-“ the perplexed professor was cut off by you pulling down his dress pants along with his boxers roughly, freeing his semi hard dick. You took him in your right hand moving slowly but firmly down to the base as your left hands crept inside your panties. You stared in his eyes. “You see....I’ve noticed I’ve never had you in my mouth...and I want to. I’ve been wanting to suck your dick for so long.” You looked up at him. “You’ve probably had it sucked multiple times.” He groaned at your motion. “No. Many women have been scared to because.....because of the size.” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Lucky for you, you ain’t messing with no bitch.” You began to lick the head of his pen and kiss it when there were knocks on his office door. “Professor Udaku? Are you in?” You heard your friend Ari’s voice outside his door and groaned out of frustration. T’Challa looked down at you panicked and the door began to open. In a rush, he swung his computer chair to his desk as you crouched underneath the desk. Why the fuck didn’t you lock the door behind you? “Ariana. What brings you to my office today?” You heard her take a seat in front of the desk and huff loudly. “I’ve just been really meaning to talk to you for a while now.” T’Challa made a gesture to tell her to continue. “Then please. Go ahead and talk. That’s what I’m here for.” You smirked deviously underneath the desk and began to slowly jerk him off. He began stammering on his words when you shoved his dick slowly in your mouth. Your ears perked up at Ari’s words but you kept doing your job. “This friend I have.....she should know something important but I don’t think it’s my place to say anything. I mean I think she should but on the other hand, I don’t.” T’Challa sighed deeply. “And why do you feel like.....” he gulped. “Um, f-feel like y-you s-shouldn’t?” “Because she’s been doing so-“ Ari paused and looked at him in concern. “Professor? Are you ok?” T’Challa took a sharp exhale at the feeling of your warm mouth around his penis. He tried to steady himself but your warm saliva dripping down his dick was not helping. You finally pulled it out of your mouth because you desperately wanted to know which friend was she referring to? Was it you? “Yes, I am fine, Ariana. I’ve just haven’t been feeling well.” “Oh shit. If you’re not feeling well, we can talk about this another time. Feel better, Professor.” “Thank you and I will see you in class tomorrow.” You heard Ari pick up her bag, open the door, and shut it behind her. That’s why T’Challa pushed himself away from the desk and sighed out of relief. He helped you up from under the desk smiling. “Oh you are a vixen, Y/N. I’ve never had a woman pleasure me in company’s presence.” His smile dropped seeing the bothered look on your face. “What’s wrong?” You put your attention on him. “Uh what Ari was talking about.... I wonder if she was talking about me....” you sighed trying to hide your slight annoyance. “I would’ve found out for sure though if you didn’t....” “Didn’t what?” You shook your head to break the trance you were in. “Nothing, nothing.” You began to smirk and dropped down to your knees. “Now let me finish what I started.” Once you finished getting your fix, you decided to go to your dorm room. You planned to get changed and go meet up with Ari to figure out why she was being so weird lately. You saw a figure waiting outside your dorm room door. The figure was sitting with their back against the door and their head down. As you got closer, you could see it was a man. Fear grew in your body because what business did this man have with you? When you got close enough, the man looked up at you and you felt your heart drop a thousand feet. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Aaron?”

A/N: Yes, you read right, y’all! Aaron is back! for anyone who forgot, Aaron is your boyfriend who pulled a Danny Phantom on you and went ghost. Question is, how do you feel about this? Does he want you back or is he back to officially end your relationship? You will find out next time on The Fix!

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