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Close to You (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Oh my god. I got so carried away with this. It was not supposed to be this long. Anyway, here's the beach fic, y'all. This one is inspired by "Close to You" by Gracie Abrams...which is an absolute banger. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The team goes away on a weekend beach trip, and your pining for Logan comes to a head when you're forced to share a room...

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!! Thigh riding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, soft!Logan, feelings, fluff, afab!reader/fem!reader, reader wears a bikini (no descriptions at all, though!), one bed trope (muahaha), friends to lovers, cursing, absolutely some grammatical errors bc this fic is so long, I think that's it!

Word Count: 6,577 this was so self indulgent

You step out onto the concrete and the salt in the air immediately coats your skin. The breeze is sticky and slightly humid, but it smells so good. You can hear the waves crashing against the sand, seagulls squawking above. Laughter on the boardwalk. Carnival music blaring from all the rides. It’s perfect—the sun is high, fluffy white clouds framing the endless blue sky.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Jubilee cheers, closing the car door as she slides out of the Jeep. 

Jean and Scott step out of their car, parked just up ahead, unloading their bags. “It’s so nice of the Professor to give us the weekend off!” Jean says excitedly, placing her bag down onto the sidewalk and wheeling it up to the porch of the house. “I can’t believe he rented this place for us.” It’s a yellow, two-story cottage with a lemonade porch, adorned with white shutters and a shingled roof.

Logan makes his way to the trunk of his Jeep, pulling out bag after bag. You rush to his side, reaching inside the trunk. “Let me help you,” you mumble as the rest of the team excitedly approaches the house. 

Logan smiles and shakes his head, reaching for the same bag you are. His fingertips brush yours as he takes the bag away, your heart beating in your chest at the sudden contact. “Don’t worry, princess,” he huffs, smirking as he places the bag down in front of you. Heat rises to your chest at the nickname. “Don’t lift a finger. Go inside and check out the place.” He nods his head towards the front door and grabs another bag. 

You smile, throwing your backpack over your shoulder, grabbing two bags, and carrying them to the front door in protest. “Gonna help you anyway,” you say over your shoulder. Logan chuckles as he closes the truck, grabbing the rest of the duffle bags and following behind you. 

He meets your side as you walk through the doors. The walls are pale blue, and the bottom halves are lined with white shiplap. Beechwood covers the floors. The living room is light and airy, white curtains floating through opened windows. The kitchen is off to the side, and to the back is a large open sunroom. Just straight ahead are the stairs. 

Jean and Scott settle some groceries on the counter as Jubilee, Kurt, Rogue, and Gambit head upstairs to see the bedrooms. 

“Hey, guys?” Jubilee calls from upstairs. You can tell by the sound of her voice that something is off. “I thought the Professor said there’d be six beds.”

Jean puts away a bag of chips and steps back into the living room, following Jubilee’s voice up the steps, and disappearing as her feet hit the landing. “How many are there?” She asks, her voice muffled.

“Five,” Jubilee answers. “Three queens and two bunk beds, and Kurt and I took the bunks already.”

“That’s fine,” Jean says, shrugging her shoulders as she heads back downstairs. “We’ll all just be a little tight—closer quarters than usual.”

And that’s when it finally hits you. Three queen beds—and Kurt and Jubilee took the twin bunks. 

You’ll be sharing a room with Logan.

You turn to him and find that his eyes are already on you. “You okay sharing, princess?” He asks, nodding to the steps.

You swallow harshly, trying to mask your nervousness, hoping Logan can’t hear the way your heart beats out of your chest. “Yeah!” You say, trying to sound enthusiastic. “Totally fine with it.”

He nods, smiling softly as he walks towards the steps, his bags in his hands. You follow behind him, the wood stairs creaking with every step you take. 

Jean was not exaggerating; the upstairs of the house is extremely small. There may be four bedrooms—but bedroom is a generous title. Each room is only large enough to hold a queen bed, a single dresser, and a small nightstand on either side of the bed. There’s little to no walking room. One of the rooms—Kurt and Jubilee’s—has just a bunk bed and a nightstand, with a tiny wardrobe in the corner. In the center of the tight hallway is a bathroom with a simple sink, toilet, and a stand-up shower. 

Logan steps into the first bedroom to the left of the stairs and puts his bags down on the ground. “You sure you’re okay with this?” He asks, watching as you put your bags down next to his. “I can sleep on the couch if you’re uncomfortable.”

You shake your head, walking over to the window and taking in the view of the ocean. “Don’t worry,” you say, watching kids run across the sand, trying to distract yourself from how close Logan is to you in this tiny room. “We’re adults.” You turn to face him, fighting the urge to let your eyes trail up and down his body. “We can share.” Or at least, you hope you can. 

You can handle this for a weekend. You can force down your feelings—can ignore your massive crush on Logan for seventy-two hours. That’s all this is. A weekend trip. This is doable. You’ve been through so much worse than this. 

“If you change your mind, you can let me know,” Logan says, reaching his arm out towards your shoulder. His knuckles brush against your bare skin, and you let yourself lean into his touch. He’s warm, solid, cozy—

“Let’s go to the beach!” Jubilee interrupts, Logan’s hand falling from your shoulder instantly. “We didn’t come here to sit in a house all weekend, did we?” She jumps away from the door and runs down the stairs. 

 “Kid has a point,” Logan says, shrugging his shoulders and nodding towards the door. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling widely. “Already have my bathing suit on.” Logan smiles back and grabs your wrist, tugging you into the hallway, down the stairs, and out the door. 

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You’re sitting on the beach, watching as Jubilee and Kurt splash each other recklessly in the water. Jean sits in a chair, reading a book, while Scott lays on a beach towel, eyes likely closed behind his glasses. Rogue and Gambit walk down the shoreline, hand in hand.

Logan stands up from the beach blanket you share, tugging his beater up and over his head. “I’m going in,” he says, just to you. “Wanna come?” He reaches out his hand again, the same hand that tugged you the whole way here. You bite your lip, nerves building in your stomach again. “Come on,” Logan says, smirking. “I don’t bite.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, and you take his hand, standing up. You let go and tug your shorts down your legs. You look up at Logan as your fingertips find the hem of your tank top, his eyes trained firmly on you. Your stomach somersaults as you pull your shirt up your body, revealing your bikini top, knowing Logan is watching. 

Logan’s throat bobs as he swallows. He nods towards the ocean, wordlessly grabbing your hand again and tugging you along. 

The waves lap at your ankles, and you force yourself into the cold water. Logan seemingly has no problem at all, pulling you along from a few feet ahead. The water is already up to his hips. He looks behind at you, all wide-eyed and happy. 

“You’re not afraid, are you?” He teases, squeezing your hand tighter. Your heart drums against your ribcage at the feeling. He’s never held your hand like this. You try to shove down your feelings, to brush away how having him this close makes you feel, but nothing changes. You want him all the same. 

You take a deep breath and shake your head as the cold water barrels against the middle of your thighs. “No,” you protest. “I’m just freezing.” 

Logan smiles wider. “You gotta get all the way in!” He tugs you further, pulling you closer to him so that you’re shoulder to shoulder. You can’t tell if it’s the icy waves or your proximity to Logan that makes your heart freeze in your chest, that makes you crave the warmth of his body. You want to be close to him. You want him to pull you into his chest and hold you. 

“Do I have to?” You ask playfully, a half-smile turning up at the corner of your mouth. 

He jokingly rolls his eyes. “Come on,” he says, dropping your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist instead. “I’ve got you,” he whispers. You choke on your own breath as he guides you further into the water. “You okay?” He asks. 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, his fingertips pressing against the bare skin of your stomach. Goosebumps pebble your flesh. Finally, Logan guides you all the way into the water, up to your shoulders. It’s a surprisingly calm day—the waves easy and gentle. 

Logan lets go of your waist and treads water, slipping underneath the dark blue current and coming back up—his hair wet, drops of water dripping down his face and neck. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips at the sight. 

“Your turn,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes half shut as he swims towards you. 

Your smile drops as you swim away. Logan grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him. You yelp as he tugs you closer. You turn around and splash him playfully, freeing yourself from his grasp as he wipes the salt water off his face. 

You laugh, still backing away from Logan. He creeps forward, assessing you like an animal stalks its prey. “You’re not getting away that easy, pretty girl,” he huffs. 

What was that? Your eyes widen as those last two words repeat in your head. You’re so distracted that you don’t notice him closing the gap between the two of you. Suddenly his hands are on your hips, dragging you into his chest. 

His grip is like iron around your waist, keeping you in place, your hips pressed to his, your chests touching lightly. You don’t feel the coldness of the water anymore—you can’t feel anything except Logan. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He asks, his voice low and raspy. The world stopped long ago, his arms wrapping around your back now, pulling you closer. The playfulness of the moment disappears—this is something else, something more serious. Logan brings his face closer to yours, his lips just centimeters away. This is it, you think to yourself. The moment when everything finally changes—

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls from the beach. Logan’s eyes fall closed—an almost defeated look painting across his face. Your head whips to the sand, and the team is standing by the beach chairs. Jubilee waves you and Logan over. “We’re going to the boardwalk! Come on!”

Logan opens his eyes. You think he’s going to push you away, to let you go, but he only holds you tighter. “Give us a second!” He shouts, frustration clear in his voice. 

But Jubilee crosses her arms against her chest. Scott chuckles and walks ahead with Jean. Gambit and Rogue look at each other knowingly, and Kurt teleports to the edge of the water. 

“And just like that…” Logan murmurs, half to himself, half to you. “Moment ruined.” 

You tilt your head, the implication of his words wracking your brain. “What do you mean—” 

But Logan is pulling you along with him to the shore before you can finish asking for clarification. His arms drop from your waist, his hand grabbing yours to guide you onto the sand. He bends down, picking up your shorts and top from the beach blanket the team left out, and passing them to you. 

“Thanks,” you mumble, your hands parting as he shoves his beater up and over his head. Once you’re dressed, flip-flops and all, you join the team and make your way up to the boardwalk. 

Gambit is talking with Logan about something just ahead, trailing on and on, clearly irritating Logan, while Rogue falls back to walk with you. 

“So,” she says softly, her eyes flitting between you and Logan. “What’s going on there, sugar?” She asks, smirking. 

You furrow your brows, trying to hide your smile. “Nothing that I know of,” you say, somewhat honestly. This might be nothing—might just be a friend teasing another friend. A friend whose lips were just inches from yours, so close that you could feel his breath fanning across your face. A friend who dug his fingers into your waist to pull you closer to his—

“Nothing, huh?” She asks, snapping you back to reality. “Because I think he would’ve kissed you if Jubilee didn’t interrupt,” she whispers so only you can hear. 

Heat rises to your chest at her words. “I don’t know. We’re just friends…” You trail off. 

“We’ll see about that, sugar,” Rogue says, walking ahead, tearing Gambit away from Logan. Logan’s shoulders visibly relax once Gambit is gone, and he looks back at you, slowing his steps so that you can meet his side. 

“Hi,” he husks, smiling down at you. 

You smile back, the warmth of his hand suddenly spreading across your lower back. It’s gentle, the ghost of a touch, almost not quite there—more tentative than in the ocean when it felt like no one was watching. But it’s solid and centering all the same. 

“Let’s go on the Ferris wheel!” Jubilee suggests, holding out the ticket booklet that Jean and Scott ran ahead to buy. She tears out tickets—three for each person. Jean and Scott hold hands and walk to the front of the line. Rogue leans over to Jubilee, whispering something into her ear that makes her eyes widen. She nods and pairs off with Kurt. Rogue turns around and winks at you while Logan isn’t looking. 

You look up at him and see that he’s staring off at the sun slowly setting. Pink, orange, and red erupt in the sky, the colors blending, painting across the wispy clouds. “Looks like it’s just you and me,” you say as the others climb into the Ferris wheel gondolas in pairs. 

Logan smirks, his eyes finding yours as you approach the front of the line. “Looks like it, pretty girl,” he husks. There it is again. Pretty girl. The ride attendant slows down the wheel, and you and Logan slip inside the gondola. You think maybe he’ll sit across from you, but he sits next to you instead. 

The attendant closes the door of the gondola, and the ride starts up. Once you’re off the ground, Logan slips his arm around your shoulder, his palm warm against your bare skin. “This okay?” He asks, his lips at the shell of your ear. 

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, your breath catching in your throat as his thumb brushes gentle circles into your arm. You let your head rest in the crook of his neck, and he leans against you, fitting together like puzzle pieces. 

It’s silent communication—knowing, but not saying. You can feel his intention as his arm tugs you closer, his lips at the crown of your head. Your heart beats out of your chest—for the millionth time today—and you know he can hear it. 

You reach the top of the Ferris wheel and look out at the ocean, the sun hitting the water, turning the blue waves to gold. “It’s beautiful,” you mumble, the current rippling against the shore, glistening vibrantly like the ocean figured out alchemy. 

Logan chuckles softly. “I can think of something prettier, you know,” he husks, his lips still pressed into the crown of your head. Your heart thumps in your chest at his words. You lift your head, looking up at him.

His eyes meet yours, a soft smile playing upon his lips. “Logan, I—”

But the gondola comes to a sudden stop, and the door to the car swings open. You’re already back on the ground. The attendant crosses his arms, waiting for you and Logan to get out. Logan rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand and helping you back onto the boardwalk. The team is already off the ride, waiting for the two of you at the exit.

“Why don’t we play some games and then head back to the house for the night?” Scott suggests, his arm wrapped around Jean’s waist. 

Jubilee smiles widely. “Yes! I wanna play the game where you throw the lobster into the pot!”

“Gambit’s gonna win chere a prize,” Gambit drawls, tugging Rogue into his chest. “The biggest one Gambit can find.” Rogue giggles, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Jubilee and Kurt run off to the other side of the boardwalk, immediately finding the lobster-pot game. Jean and Scott follow behind, making sure they don’t get into trouble. Rogue and Gambit go out on their own, heading toward the ring toss game. 

You and Logan are left alone. Again. Surely everyone is doing this on purpose. “What do you wanna play?” You ask, nodding towards the array of games lined up on the opposite side of the boardwalk. 

His eyes meet yours, flitting down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Whatever you want, darlin’.” You smile, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards balloon darts. 

You approach the booth, and Logan pulls out his wallet, handing a five-dollar bill to the woman running the game. She slides a cup of five darts towards you and Logan, and steps off to the side, away from the balloons. Logan watches as you grab a dart and throw, completely missing the balloon you were aiming for. You groan, rolling your eyes, and grab another dart. 

“Here,” Logan rasps, standing behind you. He holds your hand in his, lining the dart up to a balloon. His other arm wraps around your waist, the front of his hips pressing into your back. “Like this,” he murmurs, pulling your hand back. You let go of the dart when he thrusts forward. The dart pierces a balloon, the pop echoing through the booth. 

You look up at him, his face close to yours, and smile. He grabs another dart, his eyes still focused on you, and throws without looking away, popping another balloon. “Now you’re just showing off,” you say teasingly as your smile grows wider. He grabs another dart, aiming at a bigger balloon this time, and pierces it with ease. 

“Gotta win you a prize, pretty girl,” he says, grabbing the last dart from the cup, and tossing it across the booth, directly into the biggest balloon on the board. It pops—of course—and the game attendant’s jaw drops. 

She shakes her head, walking over to the bigger prizes. “Never seen anyone do that before…” she trails off, pointing to the giant plushies. “You can pick any of these.”

Logan’s arm sneakily wraps around your waist as he waits for you to pick between a giant fox, panda, or dolphin. “The fox, definitely the fox,” you decide. 

The attendant grabs the fox and pulls it down, handing it to you. You squeeze it to your chest, Logan’s grip on your waist tightening. “He’s so cute!” You giggle, looking up at Logan, who’s guiding you towards the edge of the boardwalk. “Thank you,” you say softly.

He shakes his head and looks out towards the water. “It was nothing,” he says, his arm still around your waist as you lean against the railing of the boardwalk. The sun is falling behind the horizon, stars rising in the sky. 

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he turns to face you. “Listen…” He starts, his jaw working as his grip on your waist falls away, his forearms bracing on the railing. Your shoulder presses against his, the tension between you palpable. “I’ve been thinking…” But he pauses again, his eyes searching yours. 

“We ready to head back to the house?” Scott asks, interrupting the conversation. Logan’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he leans forward. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Logan mutters, thinking you can’t hear him, resting his head against the railing. 

Jubilee grabs your arm, holding up her little stuffed teddy bear. “Look what I won!” Her smile drops when she sees your giant fox. “Oh my god, my bear is nothing compared to that! That thing is massive!”

You smirk, glancing over at Logan. “Wouldn’t have gotten it if it wasn’t for him.” Logan lifts his head and smiles sheepishly at you. 

The moon rises high in the quickly darkening sky. You’re not quite sure where the day went. Everything happened so quickly—the hours spent on the sand, Logan tugging you into the water. It was perfect. Beyond perfect. And now it was time to head back. 

The team treks down the boardwalk and onto the street, trailing a few blocks before arriving back at the house. You and Logan walk shoulder to shoulder the whole way there, leading at the front of the group. Logan grabs the key from his pocket, unlocks the door, and you all head inside. 

Jubilee and Kurt run into the kitchen scavenging for snacks. Gambit and Rogue crash onto the living room couch. 

“We’re gonna head to bed,” Scott says, Jean following him up the stairs. “Night, guys.” Everyone mutters soft goodnights in response, and a comfortable silence falls upon the house. 

“Gonna steal the upstairs shower before they get to it,” you whisper to Logan, nodding to Jubilee and Kurt. 

He smirks. “I’ll shower down here,” he says back. “See you upstairs?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” you answer, suddenly remembering that you’re sharing not just a room with Logan, but a bed. You walk away and head upstairs, grabbing your pajamas from your duffle bag and making your way to the bathroom.

You turn on the water and undress. The shower is warm and relaxing, releasing the tension you had spent the entire day holding in. But the peace is temporary—your thoughts drift off to Logan. You imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, waiting for you to join him. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you try to ignore the heat growing at the bottom of your belly. Maybe you should’ve taken a cold shower instead. 

You finish up in the shower, turning the water off and grabbing a towel. You reach for your pajamas, only to realize you forgot your bottoms and your bra. You step into your panties and shrug your oversized band t-shirt over your head. You push the bathroom door open just a crack, and seeing no one in the hallway, you make a break for it, tip-toeing to your room. You slip inside and shut the door. 

Logan coughs from behind you, and you whip around. “S-sorry,” he stutters, standing up from the edge of the bed. He’s shirtless, just like you imagined he’d be, wearing only a pair of boxers. His hair is still damp from his shower. “I didn’t mean to—”

You cut him off. “No, no,” you assure. “It’s totally fine.” You’re worried you sound too eager, too focused on making sure he stays. You clear your throat nervously, stepping towards your duffle bag. You lean down, hoping your t-shirt is still covering your ass as you rifle through your belongings. You groan when you finally realize you forgot to pack pajama shorts. You stand up and make your way around to the left side of the bed.

“Everything okay?” Logan asks, following suit and walking to the right side of the bed. 

“Yeah,” you say. “I, um…” You trail off, motioning towards your duffle bag. “I forgot pajama bottoms,” you finally spit out. “If you’re uncomfortable or—”

“No,” Logan cuts you off this time. “I’m not uncomfortable at all.”

You smile, climbing into the bed and slipping under the covers, and Logan does the same. He rolls onto his side and turns off the lamp—the only light on in the room. The space is engulfed in darkness save for the pale light of the moon pushing through the curtains. 

You take a deep breath; you’re more nervous than you can comprehend. You could simply turn away from Logan, but you’re too anxious to move. Your stomach somersaults as his knee brushes against your thigh. You force your eyes shut, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” Logan mumbles into the dark room, shuffling under the covers. “You okay?”

You swallow harshly, humming a soft mhm, too distracted to form a complete sentence. 

“I know you aren’t telling the truth, pretty girl,” Logan whispers, his hand finding your waist. “I can sleep on the couch, if you—”

“No,” you protest, the words escaping your lips almost uncontrollably. “It’s f-fine,” you stammer. “I’m fine.”

He chuckles darkly. “Then what’s got you so worked up, huh?” Oh. He knows. He has to know. You can hear it in his voice. 

“N-nothing,” you lie, your eyes fluttering open. Logan is closer to you now, his fingertips trailing down to your thighs, to the hem of your shirt. 

“Relax,” Logan husks, his hand slipping back up your body and settling on your waist. He tugs you closer to him. “This okay?” He asks, and you hum a quiet yes. You can feel the tension thickening, feel it readying to snap. He breaks the silence. “Thought about this all day, you know.”

Your eyes widen at the confession. “Th-this?” You ask, your legs tangling with his. 

“Being alone with you,” Logan rasps. Your shirt hikes up as he pulls you into his chest. “Wanted to get you alone earlier,” he says, his hand sliding back down your body, playing with the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath. His fingertips drag along your stomach. 

You curse under your breath, Logan’s forehead pressing against yours. “Logan,” you whisper, his name the only thing you can think of. You’re sure he can smell the arousal building between your thighs. 

“There’s no going back from this. You know that, don’t you?” He whispers, his breath hot against your lips. He’s so close, his thigh pushing between your legs, bumping against your core. 

“Yes,” you sigh. “Don’t wanna go back.” 

Your eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by how close Logan is to you. “Good,” he breathes. “Because you have no idea how much I need you.” 

His lips crash against yours, his thigh dragging along your core. You moan into his mouth, his tongue swiping across your lower lip. You part your lips, inviting him inside, his tongue tasting yours. 

“Logan,” you whine, involuntarily bucking your hips, grinding down on his thigh. “N-need you too.”

“I know, beautiful,” he soothes, gripping your waist, rolling you onto your back, pushing you into the mattress. “Fucking thought about you all day, always thinking about you.” He slides your shirt up above your tits, drinking you in with his eyes. “Wanted you for so long, pretty girl.” He hovers over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand explores your body.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he palms your left breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then doing the same to the other side. It’s dizzying having him this close. You can smell his body wash—notes of musk and pine and a hint of leather on his skin. 

“Please,” you beg, not quite sure what you’re even begging for. All you know is how badly you want him—need him. 

Logan buries his face into the crook of your neck as his thumb rolls over your nipple, biting down on your pulse point and sucking the sensitive skin between his lips. “Please what, darlin’?” He mumbles, continuing his assault on your neck. 

“F-fuck,” you whimper, your hips rocking against Logan’s. “W-want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? That what you want?” Logan teases, his hand pushing between your legs, his fingertips finding your clit through your panties. “What if I wanted to taste you first?”

“W-whatever you want,” you moan, grinding down onto his hand. “I’m yours.”

He lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead to yours. “Whatever I want?” His voice is thick, cocky, almost mocking. “You’re mine,” he husks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to your jaw, your neck. “All fucking mine.” He crawls down your body, trailing kisses down the valley of your breasts, your stomach, stopping just above the hem of your panties. 

Your hips lift off the mattress as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and he tugs them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. He nestles between your thighs, his breath hot against your cunt. You tremble in anticipation, watching as he breathes you in, his jaw working. You can see in his eyes that he’s holding himself back. 

“Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice suddenly soft, his cockiness replaced by genuine care. "Not gonna be able to stop once I start.” But you know he doesn’t just mean in the moment, right now—he means forever. 

“I’m sure, Lo,” you whine. It comes out like a prayer, like a desperate cry, a guilty plea. 

And then he buries his face into your heat, his tongue swiping through your folds. He grunts against you, flicking your clit before stroking his tongue through your folds again. “Fuck,” Logan groans, his face pressing harder into you, his tongue exploring your cunt. “Tastes better than I ever imagined,” he mumbles against you, the vibrations of his voice pulsing against your core. “So fucking sweet.”

Your hips jolt away from him as his tongue laps at your sensitive clit. His palms quickly slide under your legs, wrapping around your thighs, yanking you back to his face, and holding you down onto the mattress. “Don’t move, princess,” he chides, his nails digging into your flesh. “Wanna eat this pretty pussy.” 

“L-Lo,” you stutter as his tongue draws tight, rapid circles around your clit. You’re already close, his teasing words enough to push you over the edge. But you know he’s nowhere near done—he’s only getting started. 

His right hand loosens its grip around your thigh, his nails dragging down the curve of your ass and towards your folds. His fingertips prod your slit, spreading your slick. “So fucking wet for me, pretty girl,” he praises, his lips wrapping around your clit, his teeth grazing the bud lightly as he sucks. “Want my fingers?” He asks, knowing your answer, but wanting to hear you beg for him. 

“Yes, Logan, please. Need—” 

He’s thrusting two long, thick fingers deep inside you before you can finish your sentence. “Fuck,” he whispers, pulling out and pumping back in—down to his knuckles. He stills inside you, letting you adjust to him. “So goddamn tight.” His tongue laps at your clit. “Gonna have to work you open for me, hm?” He mutters, thrusting in and out now. 

You’re so overwhelmed, your swollen clit already overstimulated. He wraps his lips around your clit again, sucking harder this time, his fingers unrelenting as they plunge deeper with every pump. His tongue draws long, hard strokes around your bud, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

It feels like a wildfire is spreading through your veins, a current dragging you under and holding you down. Warmth blossoms in your belly. “Doing so good for me, beautiful,” Logan praises, his fingers fucking into you. Your walls flutter around him at his words, sucking him in deeper. “Know you’re close, pretty girl.”

“Logan,” you moan, his tongue drawing those tight circles around your clit again. He’s adding more pressure, his fingers dragging along your walls, scissoring inside you, splitting you in two. “Please, need to come…” You trail off, your back arching off the mattress, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

“Come for me,” Logan demands, his voice dark and filled with lust. “Wanna know what it tastes like.” His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers rocking in and out of your entrance. “Wanna see that pretty face when you let go.” 

And then the tension breaks, white-hot heat pouring freely from the bottom of your belly. Your vision goes blurry as Logan laps at your clit, his fingers still pumping in and out, working you through your high. You moan his name, pleasure ripping through your body in intense waves. 

His pumps relax, his fingers stilling inside you before he finally pulls out. His face is still buried against your cunt, licking long stripes through your folds. He’s savoring the taste of your release, drinking every last drop you have to give. “Can’t get enough of you,” he husks. “Could do this forever.” 

He licks one last long stripe through your folds before lifting his face from your cunt. He’s a mess—your release glistening on his chin, his hair disheveled, his boxers all wrinkled. Your heart beats in your chest at the sight. All this, just for you. 

Logan crawls up your body, hovering over you again, lowering down onto his forearm. “Wanna fuck you, beautiful,” he murmurs, his forehead pressing to yours. “Wanna know what you feel like.” His hand slips between your legs, his fingertips finding your swollen clit and giving it a gentle pinch. Your hips buck against him at the sudden sensation. 

“Wanna feel you too,” you whimper, your arms wrapping around his back. “Want you inside me, please.” 

And then he’s tugging his boxers down his legs, his erection pressing against the inside of your thigh. You can’t see—but you can feel just how massive he is. His tip slides through your folds, spreading your arousal. 

“You know how bad I need you?” Logan whispers, his lips finding yours. He bites your lower lip and kisses away the pain. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” And then he sinks himself inside you, down to the hilt with one smooth, fluid thrust. “Thought about this every day since I met you.” 

Your muscles release and contract at his words. His hips stall, letting you adjust to the size of him. You feel indescribably full. He’s splitting you open, stretching you out, claiming you as his. His hips pull back, his cock sliding out, and he plunges back in, somehow deeper this time. 

“Th-thought about you too,” you stutter, already too fucked out to form a coherent thought. “Always wanted you.” Logan sets a reckless pace as his fingertips find your clit again, working long, languid strokes into the bud, teasing you, leading you on. 

“You feel so perfect,” Logan praises, rocking into you, his cock dragging along your walls. “So fucking warm, so tight. Made for me.” His lips are on yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, swallowing your moans. “Never gonna want anybody else, pretty girl.”

His hips snap against yours, his fingers circling your clit faster now. “Just want you, Lo,” you choke, the tension building at the bottom of your belly, a fire burning through your bones. “Only want you.”

“I know,” he whispers, his voice suddenly soft, contrasting with the way he pounds into you recklessly, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every pump of his cock. “It’s you, just you.” You can hear the emotion in his voice, the sincerity, the desperation, the aching longing. 

Your chest heaves against his. He’s fucking you to get closer to you, to be as deep inside you as possible. This isn’t just sex—this isn’t just some tension that needs to be broken. It’s an invisible string keeping the two of you tied closely together. Maybe it was stitched by the Fates centuries ago, laid out carefully, a plan to be executed. Maybe everything that led you to this moment was always meant to be. Because here you are now, his lips soft and hungry against yours, his words tearing through your resolve, his cock buried deep inside you, searching for a way to get deeper. And all you can think is…

This is it. This is what people mean when they talk about love—that word that changes its meaning every time you say it. The word with a definition that always escapes you. You know what it means now. 

“Logan, I’m gonna…” You trail off, that fire in your belly spreading through your body as he rams into you, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing along the walls of the tiny room. His fingers press harder into your clit, pinching softly, and then circling again. 

His cock twitches inside you. “Me too, beautiful,” he hums, his pace growing sloppier, his cock throbbing again. “You’re so perfect,” he praises. “Love you so much, pretty girl.”

And then the tension snaps, electricity buzzing through your nerve endings, fire prickling your skin as you melt into him. “Love you too, Lo.” Your muscles contract and release, squeezing around him, coming undone. 

Your walls clench around him again, and you know it’ll be the thing that pushes him over the edge. “Fuck, wanna come inside you,” he pants.

You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close. “Please,” you beg, and with one more thrust he’s painting your walls, filling you up and letting go. 

You share one breath, panting, foreheads pressed together as Logan’s pumps slow, his cock stalling inside you. His fingers slip away from your clit, his arms reaching under your back as he carefully pulls out. You feel empty without him inside you. 

“Y-you can stay inside, if you want,” you offer as Logan rolls you onto your side, pulling you into his chest. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Is that what you want, pretty girl?” He asks, his lips pressing to your nose now. 

“Yes,” you whisper. He swallows harshly as one of his hands slides down your body, hiking your leg up and over his hip. He lines his half-hard cock up with your entrance, his lips finding yours as he slides back in. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of being full of him again. 

He groans as he bottoms out. “So fucking good,” he praises, his arms wrapping around your back again, tugging you into his chest. 

You lay in comfortable silence, listening as Logan’s breathing becomes rhythmic. Your eyes grow heavy, and you bury your face into Logan’s chest. You can hear his heart beating.

“Love you,” he mumbles against the crown of your head. You can hear the sleepiness in his voice, the exhaustion. 

“Love you too,” you whisper, your breathing matching his, like you’re no longer two separate people, but one.

He presses a kiss to your head. “So lucky I met you,” he huffs. You smile against him. “So lucky I finally figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” You ask, looking up at him. 

He smiles down at you. “What love is supposed to feel like...” He trails off, and you watch as he chooses his next words. “What living is supposed to feel like.” 

You can feel tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, and you do your best to blink them away. “Me too, Lo,” you whisper, pausing…

“Me too.”

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[ariiaeltheedonn]

a request, if i may, of praising old man logan as he filfthly eats you out and it makes him combust the more you praise him? okay running away again

speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life

a/n: look at him taking off his glasses in absolute shock of this ask- no okay does old man logan have a praise kink? i would raise it higher and say every version of logan has a massive praise kink. this is a man who wants to know he's doing good in life. his love language is acts of service so he might get to hear a pretty thank you. also i'm not sorry for how feral this got. i have no explanation.

summary: he knew he loved you when your words begin to piece his heart back together. he knew he loved you when he flourishes at your praise. he knew he loved you when nothing in this world could matter but the sound of your voice telling him you love him too.

word count: 3k+

pairing: old man!logan x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), praise kink, logan is obsessed, dirty talk via reader, he is so pretty when he blushes, manhandling, cumplay, cumeating, overstimulation, crying, he's needy in this one, angst, tortured soul of an old man, reverence, religious trauma + greek mythology hints.

He can feel the strings of fate pull tight around his broken heart. In a failed attempt to draw him back together. To piece together an organ that barely beat for him anymore. He might have felt it once, before it broke. Before it gnarled itself like the branches of a dying tree, one half twisting away from the other in a desperate attempt of survival.

He deemed it a useless part of his body until you came along. You with your smile that held enough cloying sweetness to choke him as he stood helpless. Silently begging for you to say his name. To bring him back to life.

Whatever horrors that plagued his mind—endless nightmares that promised nothing but anguish—suddenly came crashing to a halt at the sight of you. So pretty in your denim jeans and velvet top. An angel seated in the center of a bar that held more filth than you deserved to be near. Logan couldn’t fathom that luck struck him this hard.

Not when death had already claimed his soul; notched yet another tally in the endless wall of people that came before.

He felt the dirt pack under his nails as he clawed his way out of the grave he put himself in. Years spent alone—a man lost to the ravages of time—had turned him bitter. With rough edges and biting words that stung far more than he intended. How could he believe he deserved to live after he contributed so much to the endless pool of blood that tainted his soul? How was he allowed such softness after biting off bits of brutality his whole life?

Logan was pretty sure he survived on borrowed time that had already run out. He could feel death breathe down his neck as the days went on. A reminder that what little of his life remained would be spent suffering. And he found that accepting it was easier than battling against the will of God, or whoever toyed with his lifeline.

It was far easier to die than find a reason to live.

Until you said his name.

Softly. Sweetly. Reverence wrapped in a tight grasp of need.

You brought him back from the edge—took his hand and refused to take no for an answer. You and the safety of your touch; the promise in your kiss. You dragged him into a life he didn’t earn; one that almost tasted too sweet—too sour.

After near a decade of being buried beneath the dirt, he felt himself collapse above ground and suck in his first real gasp of fresh air. Alive, once more. Hell spit him out with a vow of love and who was he to argue against it.

His fingers dug into your plush thighs, tugging them open to see what lay between. He marveled at their softness, eyes wide and awestruck at the sight of you spread beneath him. You practically glowed in the dim light of the bedside table. Yellow, musty, yet angelic when it caressed your body with its heavenly touch.

He wondered if this was real life; your nails digging sharply into his shoulders gave him the answer.

"Logan," you sighed, voice high with need.

The strings pulled taught. A vice like hold that drew him to you.

Maybe that's what this unutterable feeling was. The gnawing pit at the bottom of his heart. A greed he'd never indulged before—too afraid of what it might ask for next. He wasn't a man who asked for much. Rather someone that found himself far too content with nothing. But tonight he found his lips forming the words of a false prayer that his mother taught him as a child.

Hail the angel in his bed. Hail every good fucking thing you brought into his life.

His teeth sunk into your thigh, body jolting at your responding moan. Fingers dug into his hair, tugging at the mussed locks with a high pitched whine. You were a needy little thing, but Logan found he desperately wanted to be needed.

He smiled laving his tongue over the tender spot, working his way up to where you dripped for him.

So slick. So perfect.

Saliva filled his mouth. "What do ya want baby?"

Your chest heaved; he could feel the heat of your body under his palms. "Your m-mouth Logan."

His eyes trailed along your brow covered in a sheen of sweat. The room was thick with the humid air of the outside world. But that didn't deter him from craving your skin near his. The pressure of your thighs around his head a welcome weight. If he sunk his teeth in where the curve of your leg met your hip he knew he could draw out that soft choking noise he longed to hear on days spent driving alone.

If he had his way he'd crawl into you to seek your serenity straight from the source. He'd never divulge about the ache that chewed him up on the inside, but Logan wondered if you knew. Could you tell how much he craved you? How much he couldn't live without you.

When your glittering eyes met his, the resolve he spent years building cracked like glass. You peered into him as if he was a stained glass window. A god you were more than happy to worship.

"You want me to lick this pretty pussy?" Fuck, he sounded drunk off your taste already.

His mouth hovered over your throbbing clit, your scent now filling his senses. Overwhelming him with what he wanted most. But he needed to hear it. The lilt of your begging; the soft echo of your need that washed over him like soothing river water.

He couldn't live without it.

"Yes," you sobbed, thigh twitching.

The string sliced his heart open, blood pooling onto the white bed sheets. Oh what a sweet death your love made. Oh...what a bittersweet way to go.

He'd die right now if you asked him to. Hand over his heart on a silver platter if you so wished it. Maybe that made him far too gone for his own good, but Logan couldn't remember a time in his life where he got this. Safety. The hope of love burning far too bright and far too hot for him to fly near it.

Yet there he was. Icarus happily soaring in your sun like glow.

"I got ya honey," he murmured. "Gonna take care of what's mine."

You nodded frantically—tears welling up in your eyes. "You take care of me Logan."

The breath in his chest stuttered, eyes dark as the words fell past your swollen lips. He wanted to explain why his cock twitched against his stomach. Why he now leaked into the sheet with heavy panted breaths. But every time he came up short with the words needed to form an answer.

"Yeah I do sweetheart," he breathed. "Don't I?"

"Uh-huh."

"Take care of what belongs to me."

There was no warning when his hands dragged you closer with a rough tug, mouth closing over your clit with a desperate suck. A cry wrenched from your mouth, sparks sharply traveling down your spine. He licked through your slick with a growl. Hands an unbreakable press against your thighs.

The sight of your body bowed, mouth open for small gasped breaths that never came, snapped something in his mind. He was an old man. Well past his years. But the taste of your pussy along his tongue brought back a ferocity he often tamped down in his younger age. He felt the feral want claw at his chest, and answered it with a broken snarl.

Swallowing down every drop you gave him, he plunged his tongue into your entrance, thrusting messily until a smear of your shiny slick began to coat his mouth. It covered his cheeks and clung to the hair of his beard. He'd clean it out later, taste you on his tongue until he was aching for another go. But for now he was preoccupied with the way you cried for him.

"Oh fuck!" Your thighs trembled over his shoulders, hips canting down to drag yourself along his tongue. "So good."

He shuddered, eyes rolling back at the sound of your praise. You caught it within seconds, lips pulling into a breathless smile that left him gasping for air. His teeth nipped at your thigh briefly as his hips ground into the mattress below.

"You like that baby?" you breathed, thumb smearing your own slick against his cheek.

Something hot washed over his body. A needy sick and twisted ache that he'd never indulged in before. He wanted to be a good man to you; longed to be needed. And fuck if you didn't give him everything.

You were his walking wet dream. His future handed off and wrapped in a neat little bow.

"L-Love your tongue Logan-" A high gasp tore from your throat when he dived back in. Slurping at your clit with a heady moan as you dragged him closer. "Taking care of me so well."

His hips canted down into the bed, fucking his cock along the warmth of his stomach, as you gushed into his mouth again. Eyes zeroed in on your face, pupils dilated as he growled into your flesh. You no longer could see the man you loved, but the feral side he tamped down during the day. The animal he longed to release in your presence.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum."

His arms looped around your thighs and with a sharp yank, he had his face buried deep enough to suffocate himself. You sobbed an incoherent version of his name. Nails clawed at his shoulders, but Logan could feel the pulse of your clit under his tongue.

He sucked it into his mouth with a grunt, rolling it along his tongue as you trembled with the oncoming shocks of an orgasm that threatened to destroy you.

Tears dripped down your cheeks and Logan felt the satisfying part of his heart begin to stitch itself back together. The strings were tight enough to numb his pain. To quell the flare of agony.

That used to be all he knew, all he counted on most days. When there was nothing left and he'd propped the shovel in the dirt—his grave open and waiting—he stumbled right into your arms. He found his reason for living.

Heat curled around his spine as you shook with the impending orgasm—the stimulation on your clit practically debilitating. He grunted into your soaked flesh, eyes narrowed as he chased the release that pulled his stomach taut. But this wasn't for him to indulge in; this wasn't his pleasure.

So with a throaty moan you felt reverberate along your body, he scraped his teeth along your clit and watched as your body went stiff.

"Logan!" you cried, fingers scrambling for purchase on any part of him you could reach.

You gushed into his awaiting mouth, praises of it's so good, you're so good falling upon his ears like the whimpered prayers of a devout worshiper thanking your god.

"Taste so fuckin' good," he mumbled, drunk on what you gave him.

He didn't care that you were jolting with each pass of his tongue along your pussy. He didn't care that you were shocked with overstimulation, small broken cries of his name muffled by the press of your thighs against his ears. He licked at you until he couldn't breathe. Buried his tongue into your twitching entrance and sucked out your cum with a happy hum.

"P-Please." You tugged at his hair, pulling him off you with a sob. "I-I can't anymore Logan."

"'M not fuckin' finished," he said, eyes glazed and face coated in your slick.

You made a mess of his face. The light catching along where you spilled into his mouth and along his throat. And still he wanted more. He'd spend hours between your thighs, burning your skin with his beard, if it meant he could divulge in your sweetness.

"It hurts-"

A grunt rumbled in his chest, his arms tugging you back even as your feet kicked along his back. "Just one more honey. Yeah?"

You shook your head. "B-But-"

"Thought you said it was good."

"It is."

"Then lemme be good for you." He wanted to tell you that the world went quiet between your thighs. That all his grief, all his pain, lessened when you sobbed his name.

He wanted to show you the string that looped his heart to yours—the only thing keeping him alive—and thank you for bringing him back from the dead. But words weren't his forte. Violence had become the only tenderness he knew and you didn't deserve the rough edges of an old man. You should have more.

But when you let him touch you like this—caress your skin and lick between your folds—he felt as if he was a man who finally was worthy of someone as precious as you. He could pretend he didn't bear the brunt of a fucked up soul.

The weight on his chest lifted when your tear filled gaze met his and you nodded. Small, barely there, but it was enough for him to seal his mouth back over you with a ragged moan. Your body shook as his tongue slid through the seam of your pussy. The tip nudging against your clit—careful to draw the pleasure from your body slowly.

He didn't want to give you pain. His heart wouldn't survive that. But he was a broken man; someone who begged for more even as his teeth sunk into what was already given.

You were his meal. His sacrament in the midnight hours until dawn broke across the darkened sky. You were the other half of his soul.

How could he not indulge in your sweetened tang until his tongue went stiff?

"I love you," you sighed, eyes rolled back when he sucked at your pussy, a wet low moan echoing in the air. "My p-perfect husband."

The cold press of his wedding band against your thigh drove him over the edge. You weren't officially married. Didn't have the backyard wedding with a preacher to match. But Logan had placed a ring on your finger near a year ago, sliding one over his own with the vow of forever cemented in his words.

Even if that didn't mean much in the eyes of a god who abandoned him near a century ago.

"Oh-"

Your head tipped back, mouth dropping open as his fingers dipped into your wet heat. Thrusting lazily until he found the spongey patch along your walls—driving the pad of his middle finger into it with a needy moan.

He knew it wouldn't take long for you to fly off the edge of a second release. That didn't make watching you climb to that peak any less satisfying. The sight appeased his soul. It gave him a chance to breathe; let him know that after so much bad—after so much pain—he could do something good. He could bring you to the edge of pleasure and drag you over again and again.

He could finally be the man you believed he was.

Not the animal they created.

"C'mon," he muttered. Eyes fixed on the shape of your breasts as your body curved off the bed. Hips dragging along his face with a stunted cry.

A wail bounced off the walls, piercing his eardrums with the symphony of your cries. His fingers rapidly pumped into you with a squelch that had heat burning his cheeks—lips pulling your throbbing clit into his mouth as you broke. The climax slammed into you; battering your already swollen pussy.

Logan could feel his cock swell at the sight.

"Fuckin' perfect," he grunted, teeth bared as he clambered to his knees and wrapped his fist soaked in your slick around his leaking cock. "'M gonna cum sweetheart."

Your eyes fluttered open, fingers digging into his thigh. "Please. Wanna see it baby. Look so pretty when you cum Logan."

His chest tightened, body shaking while you watched in rapture as he fucked his fist rapidly. He wouldn't fucking last, could feel the burning consume his body, but something held him back. The string around his heart yanked him away from the edge, tearing a cry from his throat when his frustration peaked.

You could see it—the glimmer of need in his dark eyes. This wasn't the first time he longed for your words. It certainly wouldn't be the last.

So you spread your legs and sat up slowly—arms wrapping around his shoulders to bring his lips down to yours. A soft moan was muffled by your mouth; the peak of his release within reach. He could practically feel the tips of his fingers graze it.

"Cover my pussy baby," you mumbled into his mouth. "Be good for me and mark what's yours."

The growl came from the very bottom of his chest when he finally came. Your name was a bitten out snarl pressed to your mouth in an open mouth kiss as he spurted over his knuckles. He pumped his cock to milk every drop; eyes fixed on the way it covered the swollen lips of your pussy. Dripping down to your entrance that fluttered at the sight of his sweaty and crimson tinged face.

"I fuckin' love ya honey," he murmured, hand cupping your chin to drag your lips back to his. "Best thing that's happened in my life is you."

You smiled, thumbs pressing to his cheeks. "Love you too Logan."

Clutching you close, he felt the string go loose. The breath finally rushing back into his lungs at the sight of your eyes glowing with the kind of light that brought him back to the first day The night he met you in that shitty bar—alcohol the only thing on his mind until he saw you.

The night you spoke his name over his covered grave and dragged him back to life with a smile.

[ariiaeltheedonn]

Congratulations baby so well deserved ❤️🤞🏽😩🥰🥰

[ariiaeltheedonn]

And MY HUSBAND WON! Now THATS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT BABYYYY SO PROUD 🥹 🥰😩😜💪💙

[ariiaeltheedonn]

Excuse me but where are the Jacob Fatu stories at ?? Come on y’all I need you guys to start writing about him that man has me in a chokehold 😭💦💦😩❤️

[ariiaeltheedonn]

ALL YOURS ☺️😩😩

I saw that prompt list you reblogged and so if you’re looking for logan ideas i really liked:

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Love your fics btw too!!! 💜💜

hunger

a/n: oh my brain went to mush at this one. like actively i've lost brain cells and am currently scrounging to find more. this is basically me being a horny bitch for this man. (possibly cause i'm ovulating). but that's okay. we're all here to do the exact same thing!

summary: things are set into motion the second logan opens your drawer. suddenly you find yourself the center of a show with only one audience member.

word count: 1.7k+

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, hints at oral (f receiving), cigar smoking, voyeurism, dirty talk, he's so filthy i blushed writing this.

Accidental was far from the word he'd use to describe the current situation. He'd rather say it was intentional. At least that's what it felt like when you sent him to your drawer for a pair of clean boxers you stole from him in the first few weeks of dating. Logan was used to the act. Finding his flannels strewn throughout your closet—his leather jacket draped across the foot of your bed like a fancy throw blanket.

He felt it before he saw it. The soft silicone feel of something small—an uninteresting object he normally would have overlooked. He pushed it out of the way at first, mistaking it entirely for the little portable charger you usually keep by the bed.

Only for it to roll to the side, the button hitting the drawer. A loud buzz drew his attention close within seconds. His hand grasping the small vibrator and flicking it off with a smirk. A look he wore when the choice to fuck you into the mattress solidified in his mind.

"Hey what's taking so long?" You stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel—water droplets streaming off your naked body, forming a small puddle on the hardwood floors of your shared bedroom.

He close his fist around the small device when he stood, holding the clothes you were waiting for. Logan watched you smile, reach for his hand, and stop short as his other palm opened—revealing the black little toy you only kept for emergencies.

For nights when he was called on a mission that might land them in deep waters for days on end. You never minded—it was part of the job after all—but telling Logan that you fucked yourself in your spare time to ease the thoughts of him that plagues you...wasn't an easy conversation to have. Yet there it was. Staring directly at you; taunting you with the knowledge that he found it before you could locate a better hiding spot.

"Got somethin' to tell me bub?"

Your mouth dried at the sight of his grin—nostrils flaring as your scent sharpened in the air. Thicker than before; the tell tale sign that you weren't angry or irritated. But interested in where he might take this.

Before you could snatch it from his hands, he tossed the clothes back into the still open drawer. His smile on deepening at the sight of your swallow—the steady thrum of your heart now a quick flutter under your chest. There was no hiding how you felt with him. Not when he was so in tune with your body it nearly scared you.

He could smell the pool of slick that began to form in between your clenched thighs. The sharp breath you sucked in giving him enough confirmation to keep going. You wanted this—him. And though he could never understand why, he rarely questioned it.

So he nodded towards the bed, dragging the chair you kept at your desk over to sit a foot away from where you were perched. Your hand still clutching the towel and eyes stuck on the vibrator in his hold.

Logan lowered himself with a sigh—legs spread and body relaxed as your eyes trailed down his stomach to the thick expanse of his thighs. Last night you were perched on one, reduced to a whiny moaning mess as he dragged you along the rough denim. Watching you work yourself into a high that left you immobile.

His head tilted, gaze dragging down your body, tongue swiping out to wet his bottom lip. "You aren't gonna need the towel bub," he rasped.

"I don't know what we're doing."

"Don't you trust me?" You nodded quicker than you expected. "Then drop it and spread those pretty legs for your old man."

A soft whimper barely legible above your gasp echoed in the room. Logan heard it as if you pressed it directly to his ear. You scooted back on the bed, the towel now forgotten and dropped to the floor. He shifted at the sight of your feet pushed against the soft comforter, your cunt on full display for him to view.

"There we go," he murmured.

Your hand slipped down, sliding through your slick for barely a second before he was clicking his tongue. "That's not what I want."

"B-but you said-"

"I said spread 'em. Not touch your pretty little clit."

"Logan," you breathed, fighting the pull that demanded you find some sort of relief. Even if that came in the form of your own touch.

He merely lounged in the chair, smiling at how you battled with yourself in order to be good for him. Oh how he loved the sight of your brows pulled together—need eating away at the very core of your body. If he was a better man he'd let you choose what to do.

He'd follow your lead.

But that remained something he never excelled at.

"Don't worry. She'll get the attention she needs." He leaned over you, placing the familiar device between your breasts—a kiss quickly snuck against your nipple that peaked under the wet heat of his mouth. "I'm real interested in how you use this sweetheart. Show me?"

The breath escaped you with a punch to your stomach as he settled back in his previous spot. You glanced at him—heat spilling beneath your cheeks—and felt a wave of slick drip down to the bed at the sight of him pulling a cigar free. He cut the end off, stuck it between his teeth, and flicked the lighter on with practiced ease.

This was a show and he remained the only audience member.

"Go on," he mumbled, smoke unfurling past his lips. "Be a good girl."

With a shaky breath, you gingerly picked up the vibrator and turned it on. This was second nature to you now. Laying in bed with your legs spread as you listened to the buzzing sound that would bring you your desired orgasm. You'd been here before. You would no doubt be here again.

Only this time Logan paid attention to every minuscule movement. He clung to the way you slid your hand down and pressed the end of it to the very top of your clit. Almost as if you were the best fucking program he had the privilege to watch.

Instead of the rush of sweaty embarrassment you almost expected. You were greeted with a boost of pride at the sound of his harsh groan. The chair creaking under his weight as he shuffled to find some relief for his growing cock.

"How's it feel bub?" he breathed, inhaling another drag from his cigar.

You sighed, high pitched and needy. "Good."

"Yeah?" He shifted again when you slid the vibrator through the lips of your cunt, a moan spilling past your parted lips. "Fuck. You normally take your time with it?"

Nodding, you dragged it back up to your clit, teasing yourself with small circles. "F-Feels better like this."

That familiar tug in your gut began to grow the longer you held it against yourself, building quicker than before. You knew it was on account of him watching you. Licking his lips and white knuckling his cigar to keep from sliding his tongue through your slick. You had half a mind to beg him. To see if you could get him to break.

The minute you slipped it down further and plunged it into your tight walls was enough for him. He snapped with a feral grunt. His hands working the belt buckle of his jeans—a whisper of his zipper being tugged down—before his cock sprang free. The tip red and shiny with precum.

You moaned at the sight, legs trembling as you pumped the vibrator clumsily into your cunt. "Touch yourself," you gasped, stomach going taut. "Please. Need to see you baby."

"Fuck sweetheart. Gonna make me cum like a fuckin' teenager." He spit loudly into his palm, slicking up his cock with a heady moan.

"P-Pretty," you slurred.

"Look whose talkin'," he huffed. The cigar now clamped between his teeth.

The intensity of his gaze only grew when you replaced the device with two of your fingers. Rapidly working them in tandem with the buzzing on your swollen clit. Sparks shot down your spine, heat clamping tight around your stomach. What time you thought remained now worked its way to an eviscerating crescendo.

"Your creamin' around your fingers bub," he grunted, the wet slap of his hand blending with the echo of your cunt. "Want to lick you clean after this."

Your walls fluttered, heart leaping to your throat. "Can I suck your cock?"

A ragged moan filled the empty spaces that lay between. "Can't say no to you."

"Logan," you mewled. "'M gonna-"

He snarled, abruptly sitting forward, hand still working his cock in rapid strokes. "C'mon. Cum for me. Give me a show."

The string holding you together broke in two, flooding your body with bliss and turning your vision blurry. His name was a broken cry torn from your throat—hips canting up into your touch as you pushed the vibrator harder against your clit. Until the pleasure began to seep into pain. A whimper echoed in the room when you pulled away, legs falling to dangle off the bed—body now entirely spent.

The soft press of his lips against your knee jolted you slightly; the nerves under your skin still sensitive. He dropped to the floor, eyes latched onto the way your entrance fluttered, cum now forming a mess between your thighs.

"Made such a pretty mess for me bub."

You sighed, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "You like it?"

Wet open mouth kisses trailed along your inner thigh, his nose pressed to the curls above your center. "I fuckin' love it," he sighed, inhaling your heady scent with a groan.

"It's yours."

You gasped when his tongue slid along your cunt, thumbs spreading you to reach every fucking inch. "Yes it is." He pressed a kiss to each lip, sucking them into his mouth as if he was kissing you. "All fuckin' mine."

[ariiaeltheedonn]

Please DO WHAT YOU WANT TO ME 💦💦😘

smut prompt #8 for logan 👀💗

forty five minutes in the closet

a/n: not me literally writing this in right where you left me ch4. hilarious and iconic timing, because i was fighting the urge to just have them fuck full on in that closet. so here's my chance to do just that. for funsies i'm shoving it into that universe. do not look at me for using that gif. i literally can't deny myself the sight.

summary: an alternative scene to what really happened in that closet.

OR wade wilson forces logan to play seven minutes in heaven. (it was longer than seven minutes if we're being honest.)

word count: 2.6k+

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, exhibitionism, dirty talk, logan is filthy af and we love that, spit, fingering sort of, p in v sex, quickie, rough sex, biting, he's down bad for his honey what can i say, panty gag, a formal apology for how fucking horny and unhinged this is.

The closet felt smaller than intended—even as your back was pressed to the wall hard enough to feel the cracks in the drywall that stretched to the ceiling. Laughter filtered through the thin wooden door as Wade told yet another joke about shit you couldn't discern. Even if you asked him to explain, you'd still be confused come morning.

Logan leaned heavily against his side of the closet. Approximately two feet of space between you. The tips of your shoes touched his boots. The faint scent of cigar smoke still lingered from where he ripped it out and tossed it in an ashtray. You wouldn't have cared if he smoked in here. You might have asked for a puff.

He insisted on keeping the air clean in case you had to breathe.

Wade claimed you were playing seven minutes in heaven. Seven minutes of alone time with the man who made your head spin. In a proximity close enough to feel the heat of his body from where you stood. Although you'd been standing there for four minutes (you were keeping count via the watch on Logan's wrist) and the group seemed to have forgotten about the both of you entirely.

"Do you—um—know what usually happens here?"

A smile curved on his lips—eyes scrutinizing you with a look that told you he was teasing you. "Yeah. I do. I'm old, not stupid."

"I just wanted to make sure..." In a swift move you barely saw, he rose to his full height and crossed the invisible line holding the two of you on opposing sides. "Oh–"

"Honey." His voice was low, yet you felt as if he was screaming in your ear.

"Yes?" you breathed—eyes fixed on the way his chest took up your space. His flannel was stretched across it and for a moment you wondered if you started salivating at the sight.

"Are you nervous?"

Another raucous round of laughs broke through the darkness that surrounded you. But you could barely hear them over the echo of your own heart. It hammered loudly against your chest—quickening the closer he got. The more his large frame began to engulf you in a warmth you only dreamed of. You clamored to come up with a response, to flippantly push off his advance with a tease of your own.

His hands pressing on either side of your head to the wall behind you killed every ounce of bravery you had left. All your worries and thoughts about what lay on the other side of that door were extinguished. Logan leaned down, his nose brushed yours, and inhaled deep enough to steal the breath from your lungs.

"I can smell you," he rumbled. "Sweet like honey."

A searing heat built beneath your skin, burning from your cheeks down to the tips of your toes. Your mouth opened—words still fighting to be formed—but he didn't need an answer. Not when he could smell the arousal that pooled between your thighs. How you subtly shifted to find a bit of friction in the hopes of something more.

"You mind if I kiss you bub?"

A piece of you fractured in the darkness of that closet—settling comfortably in his own chest. You might ask for it back after all of this, but Logan felt his chances of you walking out as his were growing the longer this went on.

Glancing up—eyes wide and darkened with lust—you bit back the whine that crawled up the back of your throat. "They'll hear us."

He shrugged, shifting close enough for you to almost taste the whiskey off his lips. "Good."

"Logan–"

Lips pressed to your cheek, drawing a soft sigh from your parted mouth. "Somethin' tells me they're just waiting for it." His hand left the wall to trail along your waist, dipping slowly with a kiss to the corner of your lips. "And somethin' also tells me...you like that idea."

It's not as if you were entirely opposed to the idea. Actually most nights (if not every night) was spent with you imagining what it would be like to feel him this way. To be stretched with his cock so much you would feel a delicious burn.

You craved it.

He knew solely from the wanton look on your face. The way your eyes fluttered the further his hand went.

"You gonna let me in or what honey?" he cooed, fingers dipping beneath your skirt to seek out the slick that soaked the lace of your underwear.

Surely the seven minutes had run out, leaving the both of you to make a choice. Stay here and keep going for everyone to catch you. Or walk out, find a room, and continue this in private.

The thought of waiting a second longer snapped at your heels with an air of impatience you let consume you. What the fuck did it matter if they heard you getting fucked against the wall? What did it matter if you'd never live this down as long as you lived?

How could you actually think about shame when Logan's fingers were pressed against your dripping cunt, seeking out your clit through the thin fabric that divided you.

Sagging against the wall with a soft moan, you gripped his flannel in your fist and yanked his lips to yours. He groaned, falling into your body and effectively pinning you to the wall, as his tongue met yours. And suddenly you realized...you liked how whiskey tasted off of his tongue.

He devoured you with the kiss, swallowing each moan and stunted whine as his fingers made quick work of finding your clit. Rubbing quick circles, he plunged his tongue into your mouth - licking at your teeth with a fervor that seeped down into your stomach. It was messy. His spit mixed with yours, staining the skin of your cheek. Your slick coated the inside of your thighs as he pushed the fabric into you roughly.

Yet none of it felt enough to ease the ache that spread rapidly down to the tips of your fingers. Your heart twisted as he gripped the back of your neck—leading you in a kiss that divulged down to nothing but teeth and spit.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, your leg hooking around his hip, in the hopes of dragging him closer. To feel the hard bulge against the rough denim of his jeans.

"Look at you," he mumbled against your cheek. "All pretty and leakin' for me."

A sharp burst of need pulled tight at your stomach—the breath torn from your lungs. "Inside–"

He smiled. "C'mon honey. Use that smart head of yours. Gimme some words."

His words were a brutal tease that scraped against your skin. Yet that coupled with his fingers that seemed to hold an edge of desperation, left you gasping for air. Fingers dug into his shirt, lips found his in the hollow darkness, and you begged for mercy. This was your penance. The altar he intended to bend you across.

Oh how you longed for him to follow through.

"Fuck me," you managed to get out between sharp intakes of breath and heady kisses. "Please Logan. It hurts.

The sound that emanated from deep in his chest could only be described as feral. You'd never heard him like that before. Bordering on the line of unhinged and sanity. A flare of want pulled at your body, echoing loudly in your chest.

You wanted to hear it again. To feel him break beneath your palms as he rutted into you with need. You ached to watch him whittle himself down to the barest of his senses. The animalistic urge of lust he kept hidden for weeks on end.

"Yeah?" His words were a snarl against your ear, teeth scraping your jaw as he ripped his hand away. "'M gonna make it better. Gonna take away the pain."

Nails scratched at the back of his neck when you heard his claws slide out—cutting through the fabric that clung to you. It was sopping wet; proof that you hadn't in fact been lying about your need. Logan felt his cock leak in his jeans at the sight—how your slick clung to his fingers as he swiped along the gusset.

"All for me," he sighed.

"Uh-huh." If you thought you sounded needy before, that was nothing compared to this moment.

He eyed you briefly. The hazel you'd grown fond of now dark and clouded with lust. The plea for more lay on the tip of your tongue—ready to be laved against his skin the longer he took. But then he brought the fabric to his mouth, his tongue running across it with a broken groan. The breath was punched from your lungs—legs shaking as a wave of slick poured out of you.

"Oh fuck–" you gasped, cupping his chin to catch his lips in a kiss.

The clink of his belt buckle echoed like a gunshot in the small space. Your heart began to race. Fingers shaking as you watched him tug his cock free; fisting the red and leaking tip with a throaty moan. Saliva filled your mouth at the mere thought of him sliding between your lips. The image of him feeding you his cock with a smile.

He fanned the flames of your simmering fire, offering you pleasure with ease.

His hand gripped your other leg, positioning it over his hip before pushing you up along the wall. The yelp was muffled by his lips; your hands finding purchase against his hot skin.

"Gotta be real quiet now bub," he mumbled, sliding his cock along your drenched cunt.

The head tapped against your clit once, twice. By the third time your teeth were dug into your bottom lip so hard copper burst on your tongue.

"I promise."

He chuckled, breathless. You joined.

The compact space stretched out before you, expanding with each joined breath and laugh. Passion intertwined in your chest, reaching for him with a tender touch of reverence. And nothing existed but the two of you.

"Hey Logan."

His cock jumped at the sound of your voice so light and airy. "Yeah honey?"

"If I don't tell you after this." Your hips canted into his, grinding towards where he positioned himself. "I had a really nice time tonight."

His heart fluttered as your words settled into his skin—soaking up your warmth. "Me too."

The laughter diminished the second he pushed forward, sliding into you with a slickened thrust that left his body shuddering. You swallowed the sob that wrenched from your chest when he kept going. Stretching you until you felt the burn begin to seep into your body. You weren't prepared for how addicting it felt; how mindless he made you.

Seven minutes had surely blended into fifteen, giving the group no doubt of what you were doing. That only solidified when he bottomed out and you moaned so loud it nearly gave him a heart attack. His fingers clamored for something in his pocket—his lips sliding against yours to silence the endless whimpers. He filled you until you saw white behind your eyes each time they fluttered closed.

"They're gonna hear ya," he muttered. You caught a flash of lace before it was being pressed to your lips—willing you to part them and hold the fabric between your teeth.

Logan gave you one minute to find your brain in the muddled thoughts that filled you, before pulling out. Only to slam back in. Your cry was muffled—eyes rolled back—and he felt a searing triumph begin to form in his chest. At the sight of you in a messy state of bliss.

His hips slapped against yours, the wet slide of your cunt a loud echo. Adding to the symphony of his groans and your whimpered sounds. Your spit soaked into the lace, fingers digging hard along the planes of his back, and he felt you gush at the feel of his teeth sinking into your neck.

"So fuckin' sweet for me," he grunted, cupping your ass to push you back and forth on his cock. A shift in the angle had you going dumb. Eyes wide and glazed with tears. "My pretty girl huh?"

Fuck you wanted to scream. You longed to hear his name bounce off the closet walls and spill into the foyer of Wade's damn apartment. To remind them that time was still passing and their limit had reached the vastness of infinity.

He pounded into you with sharp gasps of praise, words that fell on ears deafened by the rush of blood that ran right to your head. Oxygen felt secondary when his cock kissed the wall of your cunt with such accuracy it left you blinded. Enough to have you sobbing into the spit soaked lace - tears spilling down your cheeks.

"You take it like it was fuckin' made for you yeah?"

You nodded, breasts bouncing as he fucked you along his cock—his other hand pressed to the wall. You took it like it was made for you, because it was made for you. Logan belonged to you. Whether he knew it now or not.

"I can feel you squeezin' me," he gasped. "Gonna cum?"

"Mhm," you mumbled, the squelch of your cunt loud enough to block out the laughter from the outside.

"Then do it honey." His thumb found your clit, swirling it with sharp pointed circles. Your toes curled in your shoes—head falling back to the wall with a soft thud. "That's it. Fuckin' cum for me."

"Mmff–" A sob of what morphed into his name tore from the depths of your body. Rendering you a shaky mess in his arms as you clamped down around his cock.

Slick poured out of you, coating the hair along the base of his stomach in your essence. Logan growled at the sight. His eyes narrowed and teeth bared with each stunted thrust of his hips into yours. Claws punctured the drywall behind you as a way to keep his body level. To ground himself as he came with a hoarse groan he quickly muffled into the top of your breast.

Grinding into you, he emptied himself entirely. Rope after rope of his spend now filling you to the point of dripping down to his balls.

You felt the need to drop to your knees and taste him.

To clean him entirely and place him neatly back in his jeans. But the movement of your body no longer remained an option—your legs numb and back sore from being pounded into the wall.

He removed the gag with a huff, kissing you gently with his thumbs pressed to the tops of your cheeks. A soft caress. A contract to the rough way he manhandled you.

"I can't feel my legs," you sighed into his mouth, tongue swiping along his bottom lip.

"You're not supposed to." The weak slap to his chest had him laughing louder than intended.

"Don't worry. Wade won't notice if you carry me."

He groaned, his teeth scraping at the flesh of your breast. "Don't fuckin’ say his name or I won't be able to fuck you again tonight."

You giggled, running your hands through his mussed hair. "Whiskey dick?"

"Shut up–"

"He's told you–"

Lips sealed over yours, hips pushing yours until the sigh stuttered from your chest. "Don't fuckin' start honey."

You smiled into the kiss. "Or you'll finish?"

A thump rammed against the door, startling the both of you. You half expected it to swing open and expose Logan with his jeans down to his knees and his softened cock still inside you. But all that came through was Wade's laughter—his knuckles rapping on the wood.

"Did he rise babygirl?" he shouted much to the detriment of the group who booed behind him.

"I will cut you open through the door!" Logan snarled. A triumphant laugh rattled the walls as Logan lowered you to the ground. Only for Wade to get the last official word.

"HE ROSE!"

[ariiaeltheedonn]

Derek Shepherd x reader - let me help

Hiyyaa could you possibly write a fic with Derek Shepherd where reader is in an abusive relationship and he always takes care of her bruises etc. But she always pushes him away and tells him not to do anything abt it. Then she starts closing herself off and one day shows up severly injured, and Derek had no choice but to interfere.. - Anon💜

TW: abusive relationship

Derek had been down this road over and over again, you turning up at the door to his trailer asking if he can help with some bruises and if you could stay the night.

And just like the past year, this was no different, you came a few times a month.

“You fall again?” He asked.

You shrugged a little and let Derek tend to the bruises and small cuts on your face, and he stayed quiet for a minute.

“You can’t keep doing this (Y/N), something has to be done.”

“Derek don’t get involved.”

“So you’re asking me to just sit here and wait for you to come to my door black and blue again?” He asked.

“Derek just leave it okay? Don’t do anything.”

He sighed and sat down on the chair and he looked at you with a frown on his face.

“What’s it going to take for you to leave this relationship?”

“Just drop it.” You snapped.

You tossed everything in the bin and you pulled your jacket back on and he stood in front of the door, arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re not going back are you?”

“Derek get out the way.”

“No.”

“Derek move!” You snapped.

He looked at you and clenched his jaw as he stepped away from the door to let you leave.

“Just let me help you, please.”

You said nothing as you left and he sighed heavily as he watched get in your car and leave once more.

He sighed to himself and went back inside.

Except instead of seeing you at work the next day, you weren’t there.

He did see you the following day, and when he went to talk to you, you chose to ignore him, and you began to distance yourself from him.

You never came to him to fix your injuries, you didn’t message him or call him to let you know that you were okay.

And he was starting to get worried.

He tried to catch you in the elevator, or on the stairs so you would talk to him, but you wouldn’t, you’d simply run away or begin to talk with someone else.

Then one evening, as he was sitting outside he saw your car pulled up and he stood up.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

He watched as you got out, but you never came around.

“(Y/N)?”

He walked around and he saw you sitting against the car, beaten to a pulp, hands trembling and breathing heavily.

“Jesus Christ..”

He helped you up, and he helped you inside, sitting you on his bed, he began to clean your wounds.

You had tears silently falling down your face, and he didn’t dare say anything, he just cleaned your injuries and helped you like he always did.

Then he sat next to you and carefully wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you began to cry even more.

“Hey I’ve got you..” he whispered.

He held you tightly, and you sobbed into his arms for hours until you finally fell asleep.

Carefully laying you down, the doctor covered you up and he looked at your phone blowing up with texts and calls.

He couldn’t do it anymore, so he grabbed his phone and called the only person he knew would be able to help him.

And they both met outside your apartment.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” Mark asked.

“You’re just going to have to trust me, police are already on their way.”

“How long we got?”

Derek shrugged and mark nodded, both of them knocking loudly on the door and they waited for it to open.

When it did, Derek didn’t even speak he pulled his hand back and punched your boyfriend in the face, knocking him to the ground.

“What the hell?!”

“That’s for (Y/N).” Derek growled.

He pointed to mark.

“Watch him.”

Stepped over your boyfriend Derek began gathering everything of yours he could find and fit into bags, clearing all your things out.

He broke your boyfriends phone and he carried on, handing bags over to mark to set outside so he could carry on packing.

Every time your boyfriend tried to get back up, Mark shoved him back to the ground.

Derek wasn’t going to let you be hurting again, not by a long shot and he was going to make sure the person hurting you was put away for a long time

[ariiaeltheedonn]

Kiss me in the dark(Derek Shepherd)

Paring: Derek Shepherd x Kepner!Reader

Summary: April Kepner's older sister is still a virgin and unlike her sister no one really knows. She shares the same morles as her sister but really she'll only sleep with someone she loves. She loves her boyfriend Derek but hasn't really gotten the chance to do anything until recently.

Warnings: SMUT, no plot just smut, fingering, Praise, gentle sex, loss of virginity, Derek being an absolute sweetheart.

MasterList ML2

As soon as we got into his trailer his lips were on mine, holding my face gently. as the kiss got more heated I felt his hands start to roam my body.

My eyes widened for a second feeling my stomach do flips I placed my hands on his chest and slowly pulled away. he noticed this, and placed a small kiss to my nose.

“we don't have to. only if-”

“shut it” I softly joked, cutting him off as ran my fingers through his perfect hair. My hands slightly shook as they fell to his belt. I kissed his lips trying to cover the fact I was struggling to unbuckel it. He softly pulled away and placed his hands on mine stope me.

He chuckled slightly. “hey, hey, slow down” I looked up at him with puppy eyes. He smiled lovingly and caressed my cheek. “we'll take things slow” he whispered kissing my cheek.

He smiled softly and took my hand and lead me to his bed. I felt so innocent and shy compared to his confident poster.

I stood still for a bit and looked around his tiny trailer. As I looked around a felt him come up behind me and brush my hair to the side. He started leaving soft kisses up and down my neck as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I felt him stop as he noticed my nervous poster. He turned me around softly and held my face in his hands making our eyes lock.

“what's wrong, Sweetheart?” he asked kindly, looking down at me.

“mm' nothing” and it was the truth. I didn't feel uncomfortable, nor felt paranoid or scared, I trusted him completely. I just simply felt shy at that moment, he smiled at and stroked my cheek softly with his thumb.

“your so beautiful...” he whispered as his hands fell to my ass. I stuttered feeling more shy under my boyfriends gaze.

A soft wine left my lips as I felt him pick me up caring me to his bed. he crawled on top of me, laying me down on the bed as he did so. he rubbed small, comforting circles into my hips, letting me know he was there and I could trust him.

I felt his hands settle on my thighs, slightly letting them wander up my shorts, “do you trust me?” he asked softly.

I felt body trembled, but seemingly in the best way possible. My body was practically in flames from his small, teasing touches. I nodded needing more of his touch.

“use your words, or I can't do anything” he said as I got lost in his blue eyes.

“yes..” I whispered and gently played with the dark hairs at the neap of his neck. He thumb stroked my cheek and his head titled to the side rasing and eye brow. “Yes, what Honey?”

I swallowed nervously not knowing how to say nor did I know what he want to here. “I trust you... please touch me Derek”

that was all Derek needed before he snapped, and his lips once again collided with mine. My hands went to his chest and I gasped into the kiss, noticing how much harder than it was than the first. but nonetheless, I was enjoying the hell out of it. especially when I felt his tongue slip past my lips and began to explore every part of my mouth.

He broke the kiss for a swift moment, “if you want me to stop... tell me and i'll do it, okay? i don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

I quickly nodded, not even really processing his words, I just wanted more of him.

He pulled away slightly giving me a serious look “I'm serious y/n” he said softly.

I nodded softly playing with the dark hair at the neep of his neck. “I will...”

My hand fell to his and our fingers laced together. I felt my chest heat up as he leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss on my lips as he placed our laced finger on the bed next to my head.

he started to press light kisses on my neck. I sighed, I had never felt a sensation like this. He bit down lightly and I let out a small whimper at the feeling. he moaned quietly at the sounds that were leaving my lips. He didn't sound disappointed.

“you like that, Baby?” he cooed teasingly in my ear, nibbling a bit on it, causing a shiver to go down my spine. that was all he needed before he continued to work on my neck, leaving small love marks on the smooth flesh.

“Der.. more.. Please” I pleaded, still not really knowing what I needed more of, but I just I needed more of him. he chuckled in my ear, and placed one last kiss on my jaw before gently lifting me up and laying my head on his pillow.

“what do you want more of?” he asked, hovering over me. His blue eyes stared into mine with a smirk.

“I-i don't know... just-more”

It was kinda funny, because I was begging and I truly didn't even know what I wanted. I knew it would make Derek's thoughts go wild, and I could feel his cock harden at the look on his face as he leaned in closer.

“you want me to touch you more?” he asked trailing his hand down to my outer thigh, “want me to make you feel good with my fingers?”

I felt my heart almost exploded from his words, and I felt my panties suddenly dampen.

“please Derek” I shuddered, wrapping my arms around his neck. he smirked and placed a small, but reassuring kiss on my lips.

I felt his fingers gently trailed over my thighs, going down my shorts, the feeling made me whimper. he pinched at the delicate skin, and I sighed out of content as his fingers inched closer and closer to where I needed him the most.

“are you okay?” he asked and placed a delicate kiss on my lips.

“I-it feels good...” I whimpered to him.

“don't worry, baby. gonna make you feel amazing,” he said kissed my neck once more, and his fingers finally found my clothes bundle of nerves, and he pressed down gently.

I let out a gasped at the sensation, my hips instinctively bucking up as I tried for more friction. he began with small circles on my panties, and he had already made me a sounding mess by the time he was attempting to push them aside, and run a finger up my slit.

“I've barely even touched you and you're soaked... what's got my beautiful girl so worked up?”

I blushed at the question making me hide my face in his chest from embarrassment, and he chuckled lightly.

“hey, don't be embarrassed. I think it's adorable.” he smiled lovingly.

he kissed my lips again, his tongue finding its way back into my mouth as my chest heaved from the overwhelming pleasure.

without warning, he slipped one finger in. it made me gasp into the kiss, partly from pain, the other from pleasure. He moaned at the sounds he was pulling from me.

soon enough, he was fucking me relentlessly with his just one finger, and I rocked my hips back and forth, just chasing a build up that I had never even experienced before.

“your being so good Honey, fucking my fingers like this.” he whispered, making a small whimper escaped my lips once again.

he kept going, even at one point, slipping another finger in to stretch me out a bit. I practically screamed at the feeling, the overwhelming sensation almost becoming too much to handle.

“can I take this off?” he asked tugging at his shirt that covered my body.

I nodded and he swiftly pulled the shirt off my body, and beginning to suck on my nipple lightly. He chuckled at the sudden halt in speech, and kissed my breasts soothingly as he felt my pussy clench around his fingers.

“I can feel you clenching around me baby... are you gonna cum for me?" he asked, coming closer to my face. I quickly nodded, the coil in my stomach progressively becoming looser.

“Derek, I'm gonna cum.” I warned him, and he simply hummed at my obliviousness. “Der..” I gasped, a wave of pure pleasure washing over me, sending what felt like electricity through my veins as he fingers went even faster.

“There you go, Baby.” he said softly.

My thighs trembled violently as I came on his fingers, and I had to hide my face in Derek's shoulder to muffle the scream that elicited from my lips.

As I saw stars, Derek kept going, this time focusing on my clit more than anything. those same noises leaving my mouth hadn't stopped, and before I knew it, that same feeling over came me again. I started to rock against his hand as I came, clinching the sheets on his bed.

I felt my whole body shake as Derek took his hand away, and he licked the rest of my release off of his fingers. he hummed as he stared into my eyes.

“you tast so good” I could feel his cock now painfully hard on my thigh, practically pleading to be released.

I smiled quietly as tried to regulate my breathing. I had never had an experience like this before, and I couldn’t believe that I had just lied there and actually enjoyed it

“you alright?” he asked brushing a few pieces of hair out of my face.

I smiled kissing his lips softly. he placed his hands on my cheeks deeping the kiss as he rubbed his hand up and down my hips, I sighed calming down as his touch soothed me. “do you want more? or... are you done for the night?”

Of course I wanted more of his touch, I wanted so much more. I wanted everything I just had, and even more than that if even possible.

I looked up at Derek with puppy eye “more... Please.”

he raised an eyebrow at with a comforting smike, “are you sure?"

I nodded my head threading my fingers through his hair bring him closer, “please Derek."

And with that, he started kissing my shoulders and neck every now and then to calm me down. He could tell that I was nervous about him seeing me in such a vulnerable moment. he slowly slipped my shorts and panties down gently, throwing them off to the side of the bed.

I laid back down, watching as he began to take his own clothes off. when he was finished, he hovered over me again, his hands gently traved my naked skin, drawing small circles into it. I felt his blue eyes scan my whole body and I started blush as I instincly covered my body with his sheets.

“hey, please don't cover up. you’re so beautiful.” I let out a quiet whimper still keeping my body covered up by his dark sheets. Derek looked up giving me a look of permission, slowly peeling the sheet away.

“so beautiful” he said kissing my chest. I trusted and loved Derek. He always made sure I was safe and comfortable. He handled me with care like he had always done.

He smirked, and gently kissed my lips. he began to kiss all over me, sucking and nibbling at certain parts, leaving me to whimper and tremble some more. his hands traveled everywhere, especially when it came to my breasts. he played with them between his fingers, showing extra attention to me nipples as he whispered sweet nothings. I sighed from pleasure and carded my fingers through his dark hair when he kissed them, and began to play with them with his tongue.

suddenly, he leaned up, and took us in for another heated kiss, “I can’t wait to ruin you, baby"

maybe if any other scenario or if he wasn't my loving boyfriend, I would’ve panicked and ran for the hills. but, this time, his words simply made me clench my thighs together. he felt it, and looked over. he let out a low chuckle, and shook his head.

“is that what you want? want me to fuck you?” he asked rubbing my cheek as a smirk was plastered on his face.

I felt nervous for this part, but I couldn’t even be bothered to think on the fact that I was still a virgin. Derek knew it as well and we had the conversation before. And he said wait until I was ready. That's always been the plan and he simply wasn't going to let me freak out, or feel shy or embarrassed.

I nodded my head frantically, and he teasingly rubbed his cock on your swollen clit. I leaned up to kiss him this time, forcing my tongue in his mouth, which baffled him as he continued to rock his hips into mine.

“look at you making demands...” he moved some hair from my face, “damn... you’re so beautiful.”

There was a beat of silence, only the sounds of your heart beating in sinc. “der..”

He hummed in response, locking his blue eyes with mine as I started to stutter under his gaze. “W-will you...um...”

He gave me a comforting look “will I what, sweetheart? say it.”

I blushed and glanced over for a moment, I felt my face burn again, but he grabbed my chin, and forcing our eyes to lock. “say it.”

Ihuffed, growing more needier and needier by the second, “Derek please.... Fuck me”

that’s when he kissed me again, but this time, it felt... different. it didn’t feel as if he was just trying to fuck me. It was like his normal loving kisses. Like the first kiss we ever shared. he simply just wanted a kiss. A kiss that says he loves me.

he aligned himself with me and looked up at me with reassurance in his eyes. “are you sure?”

I quickly nodded, “yes, please.” I shot him a loving smile, despite the very thing that was about to happen. but, I felt my smile suddenly faltered when a small thought popped into my head.

He must have noticed the shift on my face, and stopped automatically with a concerned look. “what's wrong Honey?” he asked stroking my cheek.

“does-will it hurt?” I asked softly. he softly smile,as my voice was just so fragile and curious. but, he leaned down and softy kissed my forehead,

“just for a few moments, but if it’s too much... you can let me know and i’ll stop, alright?”

I couldn’t help but to smile back at him lovingly, as his voice was so gentle and hypnotic. “okay...”

And with that, he aligned himself one more time, and his hand moved to my hip down as he slowly slid his tip inside. that burning sensation started, the one that ginny had described. and for a moment, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. a small hiss feel from my lips at the intrusion, and Derek caressed your cheek as held on to his arms.

“s-slow at first... please?” he looked at me with a reassuring smile.

Derek chuckled, “that was my plan.” he kissed my forehead softly. “I'll be as gentle as possible”

He began to dig his hips deeper, his cock making its way slowly more into me. I whimpered with every movement, but Derek was there whispering soft praises and reassurances in my ear.

“tell me how good it feels, darling.”

“so good... Fuck, Derek...”

And at one point, a string of curses even left my mouth, leaving Derek a groaning mess, as my shyness and innocence was slowly dying out underneath him.

“never knew such a innocent girl like you could say such nasty things...” he whispered, kissing my neck, sucking on it a bit.

Finally, that now familiar burning in my stomach took over, and I started squirming underneath him as I  unraveled in his arms. a loud scream left my lips, and Derek started planting open mouthed kiss to muffle the noises.

“God you look so gorgeous when you cum...” he groaned.

with just a few more thrust, Derek pulled out, cumming all over my stomach.

he rested his head on my chest few moments catching his breath as I mindlessly played with the damp strands of his hair. he placed a few kisses around my Breasts then up to my face, and slowly got up. he picked up my panties off of the floor, and leaned me up to put them back on.

“Let's get you cleaned up sweetheart” he said slipping his boxers back on.

I obliged by getting up. but, I underestimated everything for a moment, as you my aches, as well as my whole entire lower body. I tumbled and Derek caught me before I hit the ground. “I got you” he whispered.

He quickly scooped me into his arms, and carried me into the bathroom. He ran a hot bath and got one of his t-shirts to sleep. He gently lowered me into the bathtub then situated his body behind mine. “you did so good for me, Baby” he said softly, kissing my neck.

I leaned my back into his chest, as I tried to keep my eyes open. Derek gently kissed my cheek and continued to clean me up. “just relax, I got you” he whispered.

After he massaged the aches away and got me changed he gently picked me up in his arms once again caring me to his bed that now had fresh sheets.

“I wasn't too rough was I, Honey?” he asked as I cuddles to his chest. I looked up and smiled dispute my burning cheeks. “it was amazing” I whispered right before falling asleep in his arms.

[ariiaeltheedonn]

Through The Night

Pairing: Marvin Milk x Jasmine (Black Fem OC)

Warning(s): 18+, SMUT, MDNI, P in V, oral sex (male/female receiving), fingering, D/s elements, Season 3 M.M, Daddy kink, rough sex, angst, FILTH, praise kink, fluff, dirty talk.

Summary: Jasmine confronts Marvin about his obsession with avenging Soldier Boy, fearing it’s driving a wedge between them and tearing their family apart.

Word count: 6.2K

Jasmine sat in the living room. The only sounds were the fridge’s low hum and the distant noise of the city.

The clock on the wall ticked. Time stood still, and she gazed at the almost empty wine glass. She felt trapped, her eyes fixed on the remnants of her drink.

The deep red liquid swirled, catching the dim light from the lamp beside her. Her hand sat still, fingers orbiting her wedding ring in silence.

Her big, curly hair framed her face, now frizzy from hours of stress. The light glowed on her brown skin, but worry shadowed her pretty eyes. She was a beautiful woman, but tonight, the weight of her fears had dimmed her usual radiance.

The wine did little to calm her nerves. She was too wired, too anxious.

Marvin had been gone all day, and now, well into the night, she had no idea where he was or if he was okay. Her mind raced with every worst-case scenario, each more terrifying than the last.

She glanced at the baby monitor on the coffee table. The small screen showed Malia asleep in her crib, unaware of the turmoil in her parents’ world.

Jasmine felt a pang in her chest, a mix of love and guilt. Malia deserved better than this. Better than a father obsessed with revenge and a mother terrified of losing him.

The sound of the front door creaking open snapped Jasmine out of her thoughts. Her heart leaped into her throat as she turned to see Marvin step inside.

He looked exhausted; his broad shoulders slumped. His usually sharp eyes were dull and tired. And he smelled of the night—sweat and a hint of something metallic, like blood.

Marvin closed the door, his movements slow and careful, as if he were trying not to wake a sleeping giant. But Jasmine was already awake, her anger boiling beneath the surface.

“Hey, baby,” Marvin said, his voice low and gravelly. He tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Jasmine didn’t respond. She watched him with a cold, hard stare, her fingers tightening around the stem of her wine glass.

The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.

Marvin sighed and walked over, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Jasmine stayed still, her body rigid. The tension only grew thicker.

“You couldn’t fucking call?” she finally snapped, her voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. She set her glass down on the table with a sharp clink, her eyes blazing with anger. “One goddamn call, Marvin. That’s all I needed.”

“I’m sorry,” Marvin said, straightening up, his frustration starting to bubble to the surface. “Shit went left with Soldier Boy, and I didn’t have time.”

“Didn’t have time?” Jasmine’s voice rose. She stood up, stepping closer to him, her anger giving her strength. “You didn’t have time to let me know if you were alive or dead? Do you have any idea how many hours I’ve been sitting here, wondering if I’m gonna have to raise our daughter on my own?”

Marvin clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “I’m out there trying to protect you, Jasmine, trying to keep our family safe. You think I want to leave you hanging? You think I enjoy this shit?”

“I don’t know what you enjoy anymore, Marvin,” Jasmine shot back. “All I know is you’re obsessed with killing this man, and it’s tearing us apart. You’re not the same person I married. Every time you leave, I’m scared you’re not coming back.”

Marvin’s anger flared, and the frustration he had been holding in all day spilled over. “This isn’t about me, Jasmine! That motherfucker destroyed my family. I can’t walk away from that. I won’t. If I don’t take him down, who the fuck will?”

“But what about our family?” Jasmine’s voice cracked, her eyes filling with tears. “What about Malia? What about me? Every time you go out there, it feels like I’m losing you a little more. I don’t want to lose you, Marvin, but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep sitting here, night after night, waiting for that knock on the door telling me you’re never coming home.”

Marvin’s anger wavered as he looked into her eyes, seeing the fear and pain there. His heart twisted in his chest, the weight of his guilt crashing down on him. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice softer now. He reached out, pulling her into his arms.

Jasmine resisted for a moment. Then, she melted into his embrace, her tears soaking his shirt. “I don’t want to lose you either. I’m doing this for us, Jas. I need you to understand that. But I know... I know it’s not fair to you.”

She buried her face in his chest, her body quaking with silent sobs. “I don’t care about revenge, Marvin. I want my husband back. I want Malia to have her father.”

Marvin held her tight, his tears threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise you, once this is over, I’ll be here. I’ll be the husband you need, the father Malia deserves. Just hold on a little longer.”

Jasmine nodded against his chest, her heart heavy but a little bit of the tension easing as she clung to him. She wanted to believe him, needed to believe him.

In the dim light of the living room, they stood holding each other, trying to piece together the fragments of their shattered world. After a long moment, Marvin pulled back, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“Come here, beautiful,” he said.

He guided her to the couch, pulling her down onto his lap. She curled into him, resting her head on his shoulder. The steady beat of his heart soothed her frazzled nerves.

“Promise me you’ll come home every night,” Jasmine whispered, her voice small and fragile.

“I promise,” Marvin replied, his lips brushing against her curls. “I’ll always come back to you. Always.”

Marvin cradled her chin, tilting her face to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked, and the world around them seemed to vanish. When his lips finally touched hers, the initial contact sent a sharp, electric thrill through her body.

He traced her lips with his tongue. Her lips were soft and inviting under his touch. He bit her bottom lip. Then, he sucked it into his mouth. He tasted the faint sweetness of her skin. A quiet moan escaped her.

Marvin’s hand slid up her back, the warmth of his touch spreading like a slow fire. He held her tighter, the soft fabric of her nightie bunching under his grip as the kiss deepened.

When they finally pulled away, Marvin rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. Her fingers traced his jaw. The softness of his beard brushed her fingertips. Its warm, velvety texture contrasted with the roughness she expected.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Show me how much you love me,” she purred. Her eyes darkened with desire.

Jasmine stood up and grabbed Marvin’s hand. His warm skin sent a shiver up her arm. She guided him upstairs, their weight making them groan.

In the bedroom, cool, dim light filtered through the door, creating a soft, intimate glow. The wine had left Jasmine tipsy, and their steamy make-out session had her clit throbbing with need. Her skin flushed from the drink and their growing tension.

Jasmine grasped the frayed edges of Marvin’s brown leather jacket. Its worn threads strained as she pulled it down his shoulders. The scent of leather and his cologne—earthy and familiar—filled her, grounding her in the moment.

“I miss you so much,” she murmured, her voice thick with longing. Her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made her chest tighten. “Especially on nights like this.”

Marvin’s gaze darkened, his eyes following her every movement as she undressed him. His breath quickened. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. Lust surged through him.

“What do you do when you’re alone, baby?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Jasmine’s eyes fluttered closed. Her mind drifted back to those lonely nights—the cool sheets against her skin. The empty room’s echoing silence. She would touch herself. Her fingers traced the paths she imagined Marvin’s hands would take. She was trying to fill the void his absence had left.

“I play with my pussy, baby,” she said. Her voice was soft but heavy with her confession.

“Oh, yeah?”

She nodded, her hands sliding under his white tee. The warmth of his skin met her palms, and his chest was smooth and firm under her touch.

She craved that skin-to-skin touch, like a lifeline. It could tether her to Marvin, the man she missed so much.

Marvin raised his arms, letting her slip his shirt off and drop it to the floor. His arms circled her waist, pulling her close. His warm skin radiated like a magnet, drawing her in. Soon, their bodies were flush against each other.

He reached behind her, lifting her nightie, his hands sliding over her skin until they gripped her ass. His big hands squeezed, firm but gentle, eliciting a soft whimper from Jasmine as he massaged her ass.

He spread her cheeks, the motion so intimate that a quiet, wet sound escaped from between her legs.

Jasmine felt his erection pressing against her through his jeans. She couldn’t resist. She rubbed her front against it. The friction sparked a desperate need between them.

Marvin bit his lip, his eyes dark with anticipation. “You feel that?”

“Uh huh,” Jasmine replied. A shiver of pleasure raced down her spine, making her head loll back.

He craned his neck, his lips brushing against her neck and collarbone. His warm breath against her skin and his soft kisses sent a shiver through her. “Show Daddy how you play with that pussy.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. Jasmine moved onto the bed, and the sheets cooled against her heated skin. Her eyes, burning with a fierce desire, stayed locked on Marvin. Her breath quickened as she spread her legs, feeling the heat coil within her.

The laced thong slid against her skin. She tugged it aside, revealing her glistening wetness. Her slick folds glimmered in the dim light as she lay there, exposed.

“So wet for you,” Jasmine moaned, her breath hitched with each gentle stroke. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over her swollen, sensitive clit.

The sensation sent waves of heat through her. Her eyes, dark with desire, stayed locked onto his. They caught every flicker of his need.

As he focused on her, his chest rose and fell. His jeans strained against the growing hardness beneath them, seemed almost too tight.

Jasmine’s fingers slipped through her slick folds. She gathered the warm moisture that pooled there. Her touch grew more insistent as her arousal deepened. Her moans echoed in the charged air between them.

She touched her finger to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to taste the slickness on her fingertip.

Jasmine hummed in satisfaction, savoring the taste. “Mm, so good. Want a taste?” she purred, her voice dripping with temptation.

“Fuckin’ tease,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

In a swift motion, he yanked her to the edge of the bed, her ass hanging over the edge. She gasped. The sudden shift sent a jolt of excitement through her.

He dropped to his knees, his strong hands gripping her thighs with a firm, almost possessive hold. The pressure built as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and her body arched toward him.

His breath ghosted over her skin, making her shiver. The tension between them reached a fever pitch. Jasmine glanced down at Marvin’s head between her thick thighs.

His eyes, dark and wild with hunger, locked onto hers. A feral intensity burned within them, thrilling Jasmine. He looked like a man possessed, eager to devour every inch of her exposed flesh.

Marvin leaned in, then kissed her slick slit. The heat of his lips sent shivers through her body. She felt the warmth of his breath before his tongue darted out, tracing a teasing path along her folds.

He wrapped his lips around her swollen clit, the soft warmth of his mouth sending a shiver through her. He started with gentle suction, a sweet tease.

Then, he increased the pressure. Drew Jasmine deeper into the rising pleasure.

The feeling shot a bolt of pleasure through her. Her back arched as she gasped, “Oh, yesss,” her voice trembled.

Marvin moaned against her pussy. The sound vibrated through her sensitive flesh. His taste buds reveled in her sweetness. Her pussy had a rich, intoxicating flavor. It sent a rush of pleasure through him, fueling his desire.

Jasmine whined. His moan rippled through her clit, sending sparks up her spine.

With a shaky breath, she pulled the straps of her nightie down her shoulders. The soft fabric slid over her skin as she freed her breasts. The cool air brushed against her nipples, already stiff with arousal.

She cupped one breast in her hand, squeezing it, while her other hand found its way to Marvin’s head. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she caressed the back of his neck.

His hot, wet tongue slithered up and down her slick folds. His skillful tongue and his moans pushed her closer to the edge. Her body ached for release.

Marvin moaned against her pussy, his taste buds exploding from her sweetness. He loved the way she tasted. Jasmine felt the vibration of his moan hit her clit, and her back arched off the bed.

He pulled back from her slick pussy to catch his breath, and his beard glistened with her juices.

The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, and he took a moment to cherish it before leaning back in. His tongue flicked out, teasing her swollen clit. His light, delicate strokes made her shudder.

Without breaking eye contact, he spat on her pussy. The warm liquid mixed with her wetness, and he plunged his fat tongue deep into her slit.

“Oooh, eat that pussy, baby,” Jasmine cried, her voice trembling with need. She squeezed her breasts, her nipples hard against her palms.

Her body responded to every touch, every lick, with an intensity that made her toes curl. Marvin’s lust-filled eyes never left hers.

It was a silent command to watch as he lapped up her juices, his tongue moving with a ruthless rhythm.

A familiar tension coiled deep in her core. It signaled her approaching orgasm. Marvin was relentless. His mouth worked her over with expert precision, aiming to drain every drop out of her.

Jasmine’s back arched, and her legs trembled. The pleasure overwhelmed her. Moisture seeped between her thighs, pooling beneath her. Her orgasm built to a breaking point.

“Marvin, baby, I’m cumming,” she announced, breathless. The first wave of release crashed through her.

Marvin pulled away, and a string of her slickness connected them. He shifted his focus back to her swollen clit; his large thumb circled it. The pressure was light at first, teasing her overstimulated nerves. Then, with deliberate intent, he pressed down.

The sudden intensity was too much. Jasmine’s orgasm shot through her like a lightning strike. Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Her legs trembled, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Shit,” she whispered as the last ripples of her climax coursed through her.

Marvin, thorough as ever, leaned down to lick her pussy. His tongue lapped up every drop of her release. He savored the taste.

When he finally finished, he climbed on top of her, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. His hand found her chin, tilting her head up as he captured her mouth in a heated kiss.

Jasmine moaned into his mouth. The taste of her on his tongue was both familiar and arousing. It reminded him of everything he had done to her.

Their lips parted, and the warmth of their kiss was still in the air. Marvin’s gaze wandered over her body. His eyes lingered on every curve. He relished her from head to toe. His breath quickened with desire.

“Turn around and let me see that ass,” he demanded, his voice a commanding growl. “Poke it out for me.”

Jasmine’s legs felt like jelly, quivering under his burning gaze. The tremors in her thighs matched her racing heart. Her breath caught as she rotated to face the other direction.

Kneeling, she felt the bed’s softness clash with the raw need pulsing in her. She reached out, her fingers clutching the pillow. It was something solid to hold onto. She braced herself, her breaths shallow and uneven.

Following his orders, she arched her back and stuck her ass out. Her skin burned with heat under his stare.

Marvin stood behind her, his hands kneading and spreading her ass with a firm, practiced touch. The heat of his palms clashed with the cool air. It heightened his awareness of every stroke.

He licked his thumb before bringing it down to the rim of her ass. His thumb rubbed in tiny, deliberate circles. It sent chills through her body and made her back arch.

“Straighten up, I won’t tell you again,” he warned.

His firm tone cut through the tense air and made her body stiffen. Marvin’s hands ran over her soft curves, his touch firm as he rubbed her from behind.

He bent forward, sliding her nightie up, fabric caressing her skin. His lips followed. They pressed warm, lingering kisses along her spine, up to her neck, and finally to her shoulder.

“Good girl, so wet for me,” he said, his voice rough with desire. His finger slipped between her warm folds and explored her slick heat before pushing inside.

The sudden intrusion made Jasmine tense up. A breathy moan escaped her lips as her body instinctively responded to the pleasure.

His finger slid in and out of her soaking pussy. The slick friction made a symphony of lewd, wet noises that filled the room. As he added another finger, she moaned louder. The pressure and fullness filled her with a raw, primal pleasure.

“Fuck,” she breathed out. Her words were barely audible. She ground against Marvin’s fingers, seeking more delicious friction.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Marvin’s fingers pounded deeper, curling inside her like he was digging for treasure. It brought her closer to the edge.

Marvin smirked as her pussy clenched around his fingers. Her body responded to his every move.

“You like that shit, huh?” he teased. His voice dripped with cockiness.

“Yes, baby,” Jasmine panted, her orgasm building fast. “I’m about to cum.”

Marvin’s fingers pulled away from her as the waves of release surged.

The sudden loss of feeling made Jasmine unravel. A loud, desperate whine tore from her throat, her need clear.

Without hesitation, Marvin reacted. His hand came down hard on her ass. The sharp crack of the impact echoed through the room.

The sting pulsed through her skin, leaving a burning imprint that made her suck in the air. It left her desperate for release.

She heard Marvin behind her. The muted thud of his shoes hitting the floor punctuated the growing tension. His belt buckle clinked as he undid it, and then she heard the soft rustle of his zipper sliding down.

Her heart began to race, each beat a loud drum in her ears, as the anticipation tightened within her.

Marvin’s dick sprung free with a slight bob, pre-cum oozing from the flushed tip. He gathered the glistening liquid with a slow stroke. He massaged it over the head. The slickness added a sheen to his length.

Jasmine looked back at him, her gaze filled with admiration as she took in the sight of him in all his naked glory.

His dick was beautiful, long, and thick, each vein standing out. His fat, plump balls hung heavy. Their fullness made her mouth water.

“Damn, you gonna fuck me with all that?” Jasmine teased, her voice playful and full of desire. She batted her long lashes at him, a smirk on the corners of her lips.

“Only good girls get this dick,” he replied, his tone firm. He pressed the tip of his thick shaft against her entrance. Her slick wetness coated it. He teased her enough to make her squirm.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked, his gaze intense, waiting for her response.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped, her voice quivering with pleasure.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I’m a good girl,” she replied, her voice soft but obedient, the words tumbling out as she braced herself.

He slapped her ass again, harder this time. The sound was sharp and satisfying in the air. He watched, satisfied, as her flesh recoiled. The slap stung and sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

“Say it again,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

“I’m a good girl, Daddy!” she cried out. The intensity of her voice surprised her, and the words echoed through the room.

Her ass cheeks burned. Every smack stung, but she fought through the pain. The sharp pain only heightened her senses and made her pussy even more slippery.

Marvin grabbed her hips with a firm grip and pushed his thick tip into her entrance.

Jasmine’s jaw went slack, and a moan caught in her throat as he buried himself deep inside her, filling her. The stretch was intense, every inch of him pressing against her sensitive walls.

“Tight ass pussy,” Marvin groaned, his voice rough with lust. “Let me hear you, baby girl.”

“Oh, that dick is so big,” Jasmine whimpered as she struggled to hold on.

Her knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets; the mix of pain and pleasure drove her wild. No amount of foreplay could prepare her for the stretch of his fat dick, no matter how wet she got.

“Hmm, what do you want me to do to you?” Marvin asked as he rolled his hips at an angle. The deep, rhythmic motion drove him deeper inside her.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” she begged, her eyes glazed with lust as she looked back at him.

Every fiber of her being was hungry for that dick, craving the rough fucking that only he could give her.

“Use me, Daddy,” she whispered, her words desperate. She begged him to take her, as she knew he could.

She shook her ass against his dick. Her teasing, deliberate movement swayed her hips. It made him feel every curve of her body pressing against him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, a sly, sultry look that sent a spark of heat through him.

Marvin let out a low, primal growl, his restraint snapping. His need surged. He set a relentless pace, slamming into her. He fucked her like he hated her; every thrust was hard and punishing. His grip on her hips was unyielding.

Their bodies collided, echoing through the room. Marvin’s brutal pace left her breathless as he pounded her without mercy.

Jasmine’s eyes crossed, her vision blurring as she saw stars dancing behind her eyelids. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her breath hitching in her throat as if caught in a riptide of sensation.

She felt like she was floating outside her body, and an overwhelming wave of euphoria consumed her.

Marvin’s massive palm slammed onto her ass, delivering a violent shock. Jasmine’s fingers clenched the sheets, and her knuckles turned white. She arched her back, pushing her hips higher.

“Oh, Daddy, beat this pussy up, oh fuck,” she screamed, her voice raw with need. The sound vibrated through the heated air.

The force of Marvin’s hips crashing into her ass created a sharp, rhythmic crack that echoed off the walls.

Marvin’s breath came in rough, heavy bursts, each one matching the intensity of his strokes. He grunted. He fixed his gaze on her slick, swollen lips. They gripped his shaft, glistening with her juices.

The creamy evidence of her arousal gathered at the base of his dick, a thick, wet ring that only spurred him on. “Look at that shit,” he growled.

He removed one of his hands from her waist, sliding it up her back and grabbing her nightie. The fabric crumpled in his fist as he pulled her closer. The bed creaked beneath them with each thrust.

Moonlight filtered through the curtains, highlighting the sheen of sweat on their bodies.

Marvin leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he gripped the back of her neck. “You love giving this pussy up, don’t you?” he whispered.

“I love it, baby, so fuckin’ much,” she panted.

His hand moved up to cup one of her bouncing breasts, his fingers kneading her soft flesh.

He toyed with her nipples, pulling and twisting as her moans filled the air, lost in the heat of the moment.

“Give it to me, baby. Keep givin’ me that pussy,” Marvin urged as he slammed into her with brutal force. The slap of his heavy balls against her clit left her speechless.

Her mouth fell open as a thin line of drool slipped down her chin. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back, overwhelmed by the relentless pace.

Marvin’s hot, sweaty chest pressed against her back, his skin seared into hers as he drove her into the mattress. He tightened his grip on her curls, yanking her head back. Jasmine yelped.

His breath scorched her neck as he pressed his face against it, drawing in her fragrance. His tongue flicked out. It tasted her salty, tangy skin. A hint of sweetness sent a shiver down his spine.

Marvin’s jaw clenched. Her pussy pulsed around his dick, squeezing him. The need was so intense it almost broke his resolve. But Marvin held back, refusing to let go before her. She always came first.

“Fuck me,” she cried, her voice high and desperate. “Oh, Daddy, I’m cumming!”

“Come on, baby, let it go,” Marvin growled, urging her on.

“Marvin!” she screamed, her body convulsing. “Don’t stop, I’m right there, d—oh fuck!” Her words turned into incoherent moans as she peaked. Her body writhed under him as the orgasm ripped through her.

Jasmine’s juices dripped from her swollen pussy, coating Marvin’s dick and pooling at the base. He stayed deep inside her, thrusting slowly and steadily. Her orgasm grew as her pussy clenched around him, leaking more with every movement.

Marvin kissed her neck, his lips lingering on her heated skin. His hand roamed down, caressing her ass with a firm, reassuring touch.

“There you go, good girl,” he whispered, his breath warm against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

With ease, Marvin slipped out of her pussy. The thick tip of his dick dragged along her sensitive entrance. It made her groan with a mix of pleasure and emptiness.

Marvin chuckled at her reaction. He turned her over, swiftly shifting her body.

He didn’t waste a moment, leaning down to capture her lips in a sloppy, heated kiss. The taste of him, the press of his mouth against hers, reignited the fire within her. His hot, wet tongue explored her mouth. It made her pussy quiver with renewed desire.

Marvin gave her lips a quick, teasing peck before pulling away and climbing off the bed. The cool air rushed between them as he stood over her, towering with an air of command.

He wrapped his hand around his slick, throbbing dick. He stroked it from base to tip, never taking his eyes off hers.

“Come lick this shit up,” he ordered.

Jasmine slid off the bed, dropping to her knees in submission. The soft carpet pressed against her legs as she looked up at him.

She could feel the heat from his massive thighs. She placed her hands on them and rubbed them up and down in slow strokes. His muscles tensed at her touch. They were hard and powerful. She couldn’t help but admire his strength.

Her eyes locked onto his dick, still slick with her juices, twitching. She leaned forward, breath warm against his skin. She wanted to please him, so she prepared to take him into her mouth.

Marvin’s eyes narrowed as he glared down at her, a mix of dominance and desire in his stare.

He tapped the swollen tip of his dick against her full, parted lips, smearing his pre-cum across them. The sticky warmth lingered on her skin. She licked it up, loving the taste.

A moan of pleasure vibrated through her chest. Without hesitation, she popped the tip into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him as she slurped, drawing him deeper.

“Fuck,” Marvin groaned, his voice rough and strained. His head fell back, lost in the sensation as his hand instinctively reached for her hair. His fingers tangled in her soft curls.

Jasmine’s hand grasped his thigh, her fingers tracing taut, defined muscle. Her other hand gripped the thick base of his dick. She squeezed as she eased him further down her throat, inch by inch.

She felt the weight and heat of him as he slid deeper, filling her mouth until there was no more room.

But Marvin, impatient, bucked his hips. He thrust forward with a sudden, forceful motion. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, pushing past her gag reflex.

Jasmine gagged. Her throat tightened around him. Her saliva coated his length, making it easier for him to slide in and out. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away.

“Swallow this dick, pretty girl,” he moaned. The sensation of her throat stretching to accommodate him sent a shudder through him.

Jasmine hollowed her cheeks, bopped her head up and down as she stroked the base of his dick. The other hand played with his balls, squeezing every so often.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. His hips jolted forward, muscles stiffening as he held her head fast.

Her mouth was warm and wet mouth around him. Her throat tightened with each thrust. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm as he pushed deeper, each movement more urgent.

“You’re doing so good,” he praised. There was a hint of breathlessness in his tone. “Keep taking care of Daddy like that.” His eyes darkened with lust. “And I’ll make sure to bust in that wet pussy.”

Jasmine removed her hand from his balls and reached down to play with her pussy. The way he took her throat made her so wet.

She rubbed her nub between her fingers as she continued deep-throating him. When it started feeling too good, Marvin grabbed Jasmine’s hair and pulled his dick out of her mouth.

“Did I tell you to touch that pussy?” Marvin’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine.

“No,” Jasmine replied, her voice small, the weight of his question pressing down on her.

“No, what?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good girl, my ass,” he muttered, his tone cold and unforgiving.

Marvin’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening with disgust. Her disobedience seemed to strike a nerve, and a flash of disappointment darkened his gaze.

“Get up and sit on this dick,” he commanded.

Jasmine rose from the floor, her skin from the cool air as she peeled her nightie off over her head. The soft fabric brushed against her arms before she let it slip from her fingers and onto the floor.

Now completely nude, her body shimmered in the low light. Every curve and contour glowed. The chill caused her nipples to stiffen.

Marvin’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. His dick pulsed as he admired her. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. He took in the smooth lines of her hips and the gentle slope of her belly.

Jasmine climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Marvin adjusted against the headboard, her thighs pressed against him, warm.

He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies were flush against each other.

Her fingers reached down to grab his thick, rigid shaft. She guided him to her entrance. As she positioned herself, her wetness teased the tip.

Marvin leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a tender, lingering kiss. The warmth of their breath mingled, their eyes locking in an intimate gaze.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and desire.

Jasmine sighed as she sank onto his dick. Her eyes fixed downward, watching him disappear inside her; a low moan escaped her lips.

“I love this so dick much,” she murmured, breathy with pleasure as she ground against him.

Marvin’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh as she rode him. The heat of her skin burned under his palms, the rhythm of her hips driving him wild. He squeezed her ass, feeling the tension in her muscles as she moved.

“Yeah, just like that,” he groaned, his voice rough with need.

Jasmine’s slick folds glided over his thick length. “It’s so fuckin’ big,” she hissed, her eyes half-closed in bliss.

Then, with a sharp smack, he popped her ass cheek. The sound echoed in the room, the sting making her gasp. “Mhm. Bounce on this dick,” he instructed, gripping her tighter.

The sound of their skin meeting filled the room with the soft creaks of the bed. Each time she came down on him, his dick hit her G-spot. Her body shook, and her walls constricted around him like they were going to snap.

“Ooh, fuck, you’re hitting my spot,” Jasmine rasped, her voice breathless.

“I feel that shit,” Marvin said. He tightened his grip on her hips, holding her in place. He began pounding up into her, each thrust deep and powerful, driving her closer to the edge.

His hand shot up to the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her closer. His forehead tilted close, his warm breath brushing against her lips.

“You gonna cum on Daddy’s dick like this, baby?” he rasped, his voice rough and commanding. The heat between them was almost unbearable as he pushed her to the brink.

“Yes, Daddy!” Jasmine whimpered, her eyes rolled back into her skull. “I’m about to cum so hard. Oh my God, I love you so much!”

“I love you too, baby. Shit, I’m about to bust deep in that pussy,” Marvin moaned. He jerked his hips against hers with abrupt force.

His thrusts were urgent and powerful, driven by a need to release. Their bodies collided in a heated, frantic rhythm. Jasmine’s tightness around him pushed him closer to the edge.

“Yes, I need it, baby,” she begged as she dug her nails into the back of his arms, gripping him. “Ooh, I’m cumming!”

A breathless cry escaped her lips. Her body surrendered to the pleasure. The climax surged through her with an unstoppable force.

“Ah, fuck,” Marvin grunted. His body tensed as his dick twitched, releasing hot streams of cum deep inside her.

She pulsed around him, her muscles contracting. They milked him for every last drop as they rode out the final moments of their shared release.

Their chests rose and fell in unison. Her skin was slick, with a thin sheen of sweat mixed with his. Their bodies' warmth still clung to the afterglow.

Marvin wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. The softness of his lips against her damp skin sent a soothing wave of comfort through her.

With a gentle touch, he eased out of her. Their connection broke, but the intimacy lingered.

He shifted her onto the bed, her body settling into the sheets as he stood up. She watched him sleepily as he padded into the bathroom.

The light from the doorway cast his silhouette in a gentle glow. The sound of running water drifted into the room as he wet a rag, and a moment later, he returned to her side.

Marvin used the damp cloth to clean between her thighs, wiping away the remnants of their passion. The rag’s coolness against her sensitive skin made her shiver.

When he finished, Marvin climbed back into bed, pulling her close once more. Jasmine nestled against him, her head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart beneath her ear lulled her to peace.

“I love you, and I’m sorry baby,” Marvin murmured, his voice tender.

His fingers traced gentle, soothing patterns on her back. The words he spoke were a vow etched in the air between them. “I promise I’ll take care of you and Malia. Always.”

Jasmine closed her eyes and felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders. A happy little smile spread across her face.

She snuggled in closer to him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. His warm arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and cozy.

In the quiet moment, everything else melted away, leaving only the two of them lost in their little world.

[ariiaeltheedonn]

I’d be such a slut for this man 😩💦💦😍

Mine.

Black Fem! Reader x Method Man as “Jordan”

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

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

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Requested by @keyera-jackson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jordan: Why are you doing this to me?

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

Y/N: Doing what, Jordan?

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

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

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

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

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

A riposte here, and a double entendre there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yeah, I'm good..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ariiaeltheedonn]

ROLEPLAY SMUT FEST 😈💦

Trevante Rhodes as Tre

WARNING: ROUGH SMUT, ROLEPLAY, 18+

RoleplaySmutFestMasterlist / Masterlist / Masterlist 2

request for @saturnsgroove 🤍

The only place Tre would rather be right now is in bed with you. He hated being 6,000 miles away from you but he had to work. For the past 2 months, he’s been in Budapest helping out the local hospital with their difficult surgeries. Tre was the best surgeon in the country and everyone wanted him to visit their hospital.

Tre loved his work but he needed a break. He missed spending time with you and waking up to you. He was ready for this trip to be over since he was stressed and to add ontop of it, he couldn’t talk to you much due to you both being busy and the time difference.

He last spoke to you through text yesterday and you never responded. Not hearing from you placed him in a bad mood but once tonight comes along, you were going to make it up to him. Since his Budapest trip ends in 6 days, you decided to take time off work and secretly fly into Budapest to surprise him.

It’s been 2 months since you’ve seen each other and had alone time so you made sure to plan a spicy night just for the two of you. You had the perfect night planned. You booked a room on a different floor than his and had the room set up with rose petals on the floor, a fully stocked mini bar, and his favorite toys he liked to use on you to use across the bed. Last week you ordered a new outfit to surprise him with and you couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

After a long 17 hour flight, you finally landed around noon and took a taxi to the hotel. Since you knew around this time he was at the hospital working, you decided to send him a text.

“ Hey baby❤️ I miss and love you so much! I hate that our communication sucks but I can’t wait to make up for lost time when I see you 😘 “ You sent.

“ Hey baby. I love and miss you more. Don’t get me all excited and I’m not even near you lol “ He responded 5 mins later.

“ You can have me however you want soon enough 😏 “

“ 😩😩😩 “

You chuckled at his response and locked your phone as your driver finally pulled up to the hotel. After checking in, you got settled in your room before taking a nap and spending the rest of the day in your room until it was time to get ready. While you relaxed in your room, Tre was sitting outside at a table with his good friend Anthony on a lunch break.

“ What’s gonna put you in a better mood man. “ Anthony asked jokingly.

“ Being with my wife and not being here. “ Tre chuckled.

“ Yeah it has been a tough few days. I’m ready to get back to the states and call up one of my ladies. “ Anthony smiles making Tre shake his head.

“ I don’t know how you do it man. A different woman all the time? I’m telling you once you settle down, it’s even better. “

“ I don’t think so man. After awhile, i want something new. It just seems boring man. “ Anthony shook his head.

“ When you find the one and treat each other right, it’s never boring trust me. Everyday feels like the first time I met her. Even when i’m not with her. “

“ Maybe I’ll get there but for now, i’m gonna enjoy my women. “ Anthony smiled making Tre laugh.

Tre finished out the rest of his day and left the hospital around 7:30. While he was on the way to the hotel, you were in your room getting ready to surprise him. You showered and rubbed yourself down in oil before slipping on This. You knew once Tre saw you in this, you would be going all night long.

While you were still getting ready, Tre was in his room and took a hot shower. He came out dressed comfortably in a black t-shirt, black joggers, his white air forces, and his everyday gold chain. Tre grabbed his keycard and went to the elevator to get to the bar in the lobby. Once he made it to the bar, he realized he was the only one there along with the bartender which he loved.

After ordering and sipping on his drink while watching TV at the bar, he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

“ Long day? “ You asked.

Tre turned around and he was in shock when he seen you standing before him in a black trench coat, black heels, and with your hair curled in a middle part.

“ Baby! What are y- “ He begins to speak with a smile while getting up but only for you to cut him off by holding your hand out.

“ I’m Desire. What’s yours? “

Tre was confused until he looked at the trench coat wrapped around your body and your high heels. He looked at you up and down with a smirk on his face before shaking your hand.

“ Tre. It’s nice to meet you Desire. “

“ You as well. I hope you are expecting anyone. “

“ No i’m not. Are you trying to keep me company? “ He asked as you sat down right beside him.

“ I am. You look stressed. I see a ring but no wife around to relieve your stress. “ You bit your lip while running your hand to his crotch and rubbing it. Tre tensed up and cleared his throat while looking around with a smirk before looking at you.

“ I don’t think you should be hitting on a married man. “

“ Is your wife here? “ You asked.

“ Nah. She’s back at home in Cali. “

“ That’s unfortunate. She’s not here to do her job, why not let me do it for her? I’m sure she wouldn’t want you being stressed right? “ You asked while Tre got a peak of your lingerie.

“ You can see more if you come up to my room. “ You spoke making him lick his lips.

You leaned into his ear and licked his earlobe before speaking

“ If you want to use me and make me take it tonight, meet me at the elevators in 5 mins. “

Tre watched as you walked away with his pants tightening in the middle. He quickly paid his tab and walked away towards the elevators to see you standing with your back towards him. You felt his hands sneak up around your waist and his lips grazed against your neck

“ I hope you’re ready for me.. I’ve got a lot energy to get off. “ He speaks as the doors open.

“ I can handle it.. “ You chuckled while walking into the elevator.

Once you both made it inside the elevator, you pressed the 15th floor number allowing the doors to close. Once they were shut, Tre backed you up against the wall and kissed you desperately and intensely.

“ Mmm.. I missed you so much.. “ He breathlessly speaks between kisses.

“ I missed you more.. “

You moaned into his mouth when you felt his hand rub your pussy through your panties. He forcefully turned you around and made your chest go against the wall as he stood behind you. He untied your jacket from the front and moved the back of it from covering your backside. He smacked your ass making you giggle before pressing his rock hard bulge against you.

Tre moaned in your ear while he felt you rub your ass against his bulge. He moved his hand to the front of you before sliding it under your panties. Hearing your soft moans as he rubbed your clit only made him want you even more. As you came close to the 15th floor, you both made yourself decent before the doors opened.

Once you made it inside the room, you slid your trench coat off your shoulders allowing Tre to finally see all of you. His lustful eyes traveled up your body as he walked up to you while licking his lips. He made you turn around before taking off your bra and roughly bending you over the edge of the bed. You giggled and rubbed your ass against his bulge while he tied your hands behind you.

“ Behave. “ He says after spanking your ass.

After tying, he pulls off your panties and tosses them to the side before undressing himself. He pulled you up by your arm and sits you on your knees in front of the bed before sitting in front of you with his legs parted. Seeing the hungered look on your face as you eyed his 8 inch girthy dick made him smirk. He loved how much of a slut you were for him.

“ Yeah you ready to taste this dick aren’t you? “ He asked while rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“ Yes daddy.. “ You moaned before sucking his thumb into your mouth.

Tre groaned in arousal before replacing his thumb with his tip that had pre-cum on it. You licked his tip clean before swallowing him whole and popping him out of your mouth. You left a trail of spit along his length before sucking him back into your mouth and bobbing your head to take him in inch by inch.

“ Fuck.. eat that dick up.. “ He moaned while sitting back on elbow while watching you suck him up.

You stopped moving your head and buried him in your throat until you gagged. Tre shivered and moaned loudly from feeling your throat contract around him. As you started back sucking him whole, you throated him repeatedly causing him to hold your head.

“ Oh my fucking god.. “

Hearing and seeing him melt under you made your pussy throb. While enjoying the feeling of your mouth, he loved seeing your face a sloppy mess. As you throated him once more, you started to pull him out of your mouth but only for Tre to hold your head back down and sit himself in your throat. He started to thrust upwards causing you to gag and a rush of saliva to spill down his length.

“ Fuck! Yes baby.. Oh my god that fucking mouth of yours.. “ He moans while standing up with your mouth still around him, he grabbed your hair into a pony tail and started to thrust causing your throat to squelch loudly. He pulls out and watches as the trail of spit fall from your lips with watery eyes.

He quickly gave you a sloppy tongue kiss before sitting back against the bed with your head laying against it. He stood over your body and propped his leg up on the bed before slipping himself back into your mouth. With your head tilted up slightly, he started to thrust down into your mouth.

“ Stay just like that.. fuck.. “ He moaned breathlessly while using your mouth.

He showed your mouth no mercy as he pumped it like a second pussy. He pumped your throat a few more times before pulling out to edge himself. He pulled you up on the bed and tongue kissed you once more to clean up your lips before turning you on your stomach. With your ass arched in the air, Tre stood behind you and gave you one full lick from your clit and to your asshole before devouring your flesh.

“ Oh shit.. “ You moaned while feeling his tongue and lips over your clit.

Tre held your cheeks apart as he licked and slurped you up. He flicked his tongue over your clit before trapping it in his mouth and sucking on it. Your moans and your body tensed up from the overwhelming sensation his mouth was giving you.

“ Fuck! Oh my god daddy! “ You moaned while squirming in your restraints.

Tre released your bud and turned you over on your back before pinning your legs into the bed to stop you from squirming. He captured your clit with his lips again and sucked on it while swirling his tongue around it. Your voice became trapped in your throat while your legs trembled. Moments later, you released a loud moan while squirting against his lips.

“ Oh God! “ You threw your head back in ecstasy.

Tre swallowed every drop before licking down to your ass hole and spitting on it. He tongue fucked and slurped your hole repeatedly before leaning up and turning you back on your stomach. With your ass up in the air, he stood behind you and slipped in slowly. You both moaned in unison as he filled and stretched your walls.

“ Fuck.. “ You moaned.

“ You feel so good baby.. Getting this dick wet as fuck.. Are you a slut for this married dick? “ He thrusted sharply causing you to yelp.

“ Y-yes daddy i’m your nasty slut! “ You moaned loudly as he begin to thrust sharply.

Tre held onto the restraints around your wrist and watched as his dick thruster in and out of you. He smacked your ass while grunting. By how hard he was thrusting, you could tell he was letting his steam off and you were gonna take everything he gave you. Tre placed his hands on your lower back and started to pound you into the bed.

“ Fuck! Daddy you’re too deep! Oh God! “ You moaned loudly.

“ Be a good slut and take it. “ He groaned.

Your toes curled from feeling him in your stomach. Your moans turned into groans. Tre started to feel you squeeze around him as he pounded your pussy with no mercy.

“ Yes baby. Cum for me. “ He groaned.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body seized up from your orgasm. Tre continued to pound you in as you tried to catch your breath.

“ Oh fuck me! Take this pussy! I want you to cum in me! “ You moaned loudly.

“ You nasty girl.. I’ma give you what you want.. “

He pulled out and untied your hands and laid you in the middle of the bed. After tying your wrists to the headboard, he pins your legs back into the bed leaving you wide open and no where to go. He slipped back inside and started to thrust sharply making your moans come out uncontrollably.

“ Listen to that pussy.. So wet and ready for me to feed it this nut.. “ He moaned while listening to the squelching sounds of your pussy.

Tre smirked at you as he buried himself deep and rocked his hips back and forth while hitting your spot. With your head thrown back and you moaning profanities loudly, Tre continued to fuck you with no mercy, even after your orgasm came, he still didn’t let up, you could feel him in your stomach.

“ Daddy! You’re in my stomach! Fuck! “ You screamed out in pleasure.

“ Good. It feels so good here.. I’m nuttin’ all in this shit.. “ He groaned as he continued to pound you into the mattress.

You pulled at your restraints while taking his powerful thrusts, he was digging you in. Moments later, he laid ontop of you with your legs in his arms and buried himself balls deep as he pumped his load in. He groaned and panted in your ear while feeling himself release inside you.

As Tre sat up, you laid there with your eyes closed and trying to catch your breath, Tre pulled out and spits on his dick before slowly breaching your ass hole causing your eyes to open.

“ Fuck! Daddy! “ You moaned while feeling him pin your legs back into the bed and continuing to fill up your second hole.

“ Mmm..This ass is so nice and tight.. I’ma need more of you before I get back home to my wife. “ He chuckled as you bit your lip.

“ I belong to you.. You can use me as many times as you want.. “

“ Good girl.. “ He groaned before thrusting deep.

Your mouth became permanently agape as he pounded your second hole with no mercy. He groaned and growled after each thrust sending chills up your spine.

“ Oh…fuck! You’re..digging deep! “ You whimpered while watching him take you as he pleased.

Your head suddenly threw back as he hit a spot you didn’t know you had. He watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you started to squirt on the both of you.

“ Yeah.. You love the way daddy takes this ass.. “ He groans.

“ Yes! Oh my god fuck me! “ You moaned desperately.

Tre gave you what you wanted and released one of your legs to grab your neck and started to pound into you. You both moaned loudly as the bed banged against the wall. He continued to rock his hips until he dropped his final load into you. He leaned down and kissed you passionately and intensely before pulling away and looking into your eyes.

“ You always know how to surprise me. I love you wife. “

“ I love you too husband. “ You smiled.

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[ariiaeltheedonn]

sweet, sweet fantasy | z. malloy

About: Zyair’s feelings for his roommate, Athena boil to the surface. This takes place during Zyair’s starving artist/college f!boy years, circa 2014ish. [word count: 2.4k]

Warnings: Filth with a *dash* of plot, masturbation (male), voyeurism, oral (both receiving), unprotected PIV, explicit language

When Athena put an ad in the campus bulletin for a roommate, she was not expecting the man that currently resided in her—now their— shared apartment. She didn’t feel the need to specify a gender in the posting, betting on her maturity if an attractive man inquired and desperately needing anyone able to help foot the bill. That’s where Zyair, twenty-four-year-old design student by day, aspiring artist by night, presented himself. He came bearing splattered drop cloths and three months of rent in cash, the latter too tempting for Athena to deny.

He moved in almost immediately, but took some time to unveil much of his personality. Over the first few months their interactions were curt, with Athena only speaking to him amidst the shuffle of the day. As a middle child to sisters, Zyair was a stickler for checking in before touching the thermostat or hopping in the shower. They preferred to communicate wordlessly, through stolen glances at the other or facial cues. Zyair liked to admire the dew of her skin in the morning, (courtesy of the nighttime routine she performed religiously) and the pair of dimpled thighs that poked out of her sleep shorts. He didn’t mind when the hallway was pervaded by her scent, warm vanilla, as she padded out of the shower, mist billowing behind the bathroom door.

Athena found herself secretly eyeing a new part of his body every day, as he wasn’t shy to show it. He often forgoes his shirt on his beeline to the bathroom after working on a particularly inspiring piece, preferring to paint in just overalls. The space was wedged right between their respective bedrooms and the walls were rather thick, muffling sound emitted on either side. As time progressed, they became more familiar, and longing stares became lingering touches. Athena’s fingers brushing against his when passing him a dinner plate, and his palm gracing the small of her back while maneuvering through the kitchen. She deduced his actions as thoughtless, but the flip in her belly said otherwise. Meanwhile, it was becoming harder for Zyair to ignore the tension that bubbled between them.

It was a lazy Sunday he spent home alone while Athena ran errands, leaving enough time for his wandering mind to succumb to desire. Images of her preoccupied his thoughts, joining hues that often flashed behind his eyes as he sunk into his desk chair. He pictured her among cascades of reds and blues, itching to know if passion lay behind her solemnity. Zyair felt like an adolescent with their first crush, goosebumps creeping behind his neck at the mere thought. He chewed at his lip, shocked at how easily it was to work him up despite not physically being near her.

His eyes dropped to the tent pitched in his sweatpants, noticing the small, but growing spot of wetness against the cotton. Zyair cursed, inhaling a breath as he slid his fingers across the band, releasing the drawstring from its knot. A wave of relief swept up his spine as he grabbed the shaft of his dick, imagining Athena’s softer hands in place of his own.

Zyair’s fantasy began with her kneeling at the foot of his desk, batting her almond eyes at the sight of him. He pumped himself leisurely at first, running a thumb across his head in the way he wished her tongue could. The opposite hand yanked at his college t-shirt when his pace began to increase. He took the hem into his mouth to bite, shameful moans streaming from his lips.

He groaned at the thought of Athena under his whim, her name now slipping from his lips wistfully. How her pussy would grip him tightly, while his hands secured their place at the fold of her thighs. After he said it once it was like he couldn’t stop, shirt falling out his mouth so the sounds could ring freely within the air. The click of the door unlocking missed Zyair’s ears as he continued to stroke himself, his stomach tightening when he slowed his pace to knead at his balls.

Athena had entered the apartment, dropping her keys on the counter and shrugging out of her jacket. She cocked a brow as her roommate’s moaning resounded in the entryway. Zyair was calling out to her, unbeknownst that his roommate had returned home earlier than expected. She tread towards the source of the noise and froze at the scene that lay ahead.

The door was open enough for her to drink in the image, shoes buckled to the ground in shock. There Zyair sat in his room, legs outstretched and jerking himself off to her. Sweat beading over his furrowed brows, head cocked and jaw slackened just enough to pour out his groans.

Athena shifted from where she stood, warmth quickly spreading to the apples of her cheeks. He was big, was her first thought, her own need reflecting in the slickness that gathered between her thighs. His eyes were low as he blinked them open to lock eyes with her figure in his doorway. Zyair knew he was definitely too far gone to stop, and the chagrin on her face made the moment even sweeter. His hips snapped up into his hand as the muse presented herself, darkly undressing his body with a stare.

“You see what you do to me?” he teased, a gasp prying her lips apart once she realized he caught her beneath his lidded gaze. Her eyes widened when his pace quickened, the squelch of his skin meeting her ears. Zyair glazed his tongue over his lips, a dimpled smirk spreading soon after.

“I’m so fuckin’ close. I just need you right…here,” the sound of Zyair calling to her wasn’t one Athena imagined, but it was hotter than anything she could fathom. She could tell he was close as his hand lost its rhythm, he refused to peel his eyes from her face and the fidget of her legs. The thread in the pit of his stomach began to snap, head tossing back and a whimper sneaking from Athena’s lips at the sight. Zyair groaned a mixture of her name and curses as ropes of his release spluttered across his abdomen. His eyes finally dropped to a close, and he amounted to a panting mess in front of his admirer.

A streak of boldness washed over Athena, who began to drop her clothes at his door. Zyair opened his eyes to behold her, swallowing thickly as she crouched at the base of his seat. At this moment, reality surpassed any fantasy he could have concocted.

“Tell me again, baby. Where do you want me,” she purred, with a hand daring to pull his pants below his knees. Heavy breaths took the place of his speech, wounding his fingers over hers to direct her instead. Athena laved kisses at the junction of his pelvis, marking a scathing trail in her wake.

He could've sworn he saw God when her lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, her tongue flitting out ever so softly. Relaxing her jaw, Athena took him in as far as she could, keeping her hand steady around the base. She drew back just enough for her spit to drip along the shaft and slurped it right back up. Zyair cursed, wrapping a hand at the nape of her neck to guide her motions further. Her moans were muffled with her mouth full, taking pleasure in the feel of him growing inside of her mouth. It didn't take long before Zyair was fully hard again, but he was far from satiated.

“C’mere,” he cupped her jaw to raise her up to his mouth, lips crashing against hers for the first time. Athena hummed into the kiss, allowing his eager tongue entry. Zyair’s hand slid to her throat, pulling her as close as he could in his lap. His erection prodded at her inner thigh as she straddled his lap, kissing him deeper.

Holding Athena up by the underside of her thighs, her back met his sheets within a blink. “I’ve thought about having you like this, for a long, long time,” Zyair confessed, eyes raking over her panting chest. His lips sponged at every inch of her body in his line of sight, and Athena began to squirm. His scruff tickled her bare skin and mouth sucked purpling marks against her inner thighs. He made his way up from her stomach to her sternum, snapping her bra off to dangle on his bedpost. “Zyair, stop teasing.” she started to whine, words only met with his deep chuckles. He dipped his finger to her folds, Athena’s arousal coating him readily. She attempted to rock against his hand but Zyair stopped her, pinning her hip to the mattress. He dropped his head lower, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear.

“So wet and I ain't even do shit. you like watching me, huh?” he goaded, arching a brow as he awaited her answer. Her body continued to weep for him, screaming the affirmative before it could leave her lips. Although that wasn’t enough for an impatient Zyair, callously gripping her cheeks.  

“You speak when you’re spoken to,” he growled. She blinked up at the reason for her undoing, “Y-yes! Yes, I like it,” stammering into the sweltering kiss she earned for her response.

Zyair pulled off her underwear, and Athena sucked in a breath at the cool air against her bareness. “Keep those eyes on me,” he latched both legs around his shoulders, keeping a firm grip on her thighs before lining himself at her entrance. They groaned in chorus as he stretched her tight pussy, her hands splayed to his back to brace for more.

She obeyed him, eyes welling with tears of unbridled pleasure as she took in each stroke. Zyair drew his hips back before burrowing deeper, drinking in the view of her furrowed brows and staggered expression.

“So gorgeous just like this, fuckin’ ruined for me.” he praised her, bringing his hand back down to seal around her throat.

“Oh, fuck just like that, Daddy,” the title caused his hips to stall, Zyair mustering enough focus to regain the momentum of his thrusts. “Talk to me baby, tell me how it feels,” he cooed, coaxing her to speak through her short gasps.

“So fucking good,” Athena breathed, eyes lulling back at the first push of his tip against her spot. He gripped the headboard above them to gain precision, fucking into her as she lost all resolve.

“Zy..air I think I’m gonna…oh!,” her back arched off of the bed at the pleasure that overtook her body, her ankles wound at his sides. He kept his pace through her first orgasm, another knot forming as quick as it was to come loose. He leaned back on his knees, pulling her to his damp chest.

Without instruction she held his shoulders, slowly grinding her hips on him. Zyair left messy kisses on the underside of her jaw and chin, “Good girl, keep fucking me,” he growled. She could only moan in response, as he kept his hands on her waist, securing her place in his lap. Athena started to move faster, bouncing herself on his length with little mewls tumbling from swollen lips.

He caught one of her breasts in his mouth and palmed the other, the swirl of his tongue around her bud stiffening it to a peak. Athena tossed her head back, giving Zyair a the perfect view of the marks he left on her neck just moments prior. She was scratching at his shoulders now, her hips losing their rhythm in her chase for a release.

“Look at me while you cum on Daddy’s dick,” her face fell back to his, wayward coils shrouding her temples and eyes clouded with lust. He was absolutely intoxicated off of her, the arousal that crowded them and the taste of her skin. He began to thrust up as she shuddered in his lap, her climax dancing on the tip of her tongue.

Zyair reached between them to thumb at her bundle of nerves, sending her into her peak for the second time. He continued to buck inside her while his own release took over, groaning uncontrollably as Athena squeezed him just right. Color flashed behind his eyes as he came, filling her to the brim.

He ushered her back to the sheets, a blissed out Athena gazing down at him. Zyair dropped his head between her legs to clean her up, causing her to jerk from the sensitivity. His tongue swirled around her folds, licking up the mixture of his arousal with her own. “Mm, it’s too much,” she gripped at his head, while his mouth continued its mission at the apex of her thighs.

Zyair ignored her pleas, lapping up the cream around her swollen bud until she came again, juices flowing on his lips. He pushed the rest of his cum back inside of her with his fingers, taking a mental photograph of how pretty it looked. Zyair rose off of the bed, his face glistening with the evidence of their escapade around his mouth. He disappeared to their joint bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth to wipe along her thighs. He sifted through his drawers, grabbing an extra shirt and pair of basketball shorts for Athena to wear.

“You don’t have to do that,” she rasped, “I live like ten feet away.” he walked to the edge of the bed where she was sprawled, bare and sheeted with sweat. “Can you walk those twenty feet, though?” Zyair challenged Athena, snatching the clothes from his hands with a roll of her eyes.

He nestled her onto his chest after she dressed herself, brushing the sweat off of her brow. “You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are,” Zyair spoke lowly. she held back a smile, but her eyes gave her away.

“You don’t have to—,” Athena repeated, hiding her face in his chest. He kissed his teeth, “I’m being serious, you're gorgeous, and you’re nasty as hell too. Tryna be all shy.”

“Thank you,” she whispered genuinely, leaning up close enough to drop a kiss to his chin. They lay like that until they dozed off into a midday nap, only waking up to order takeout to eat seated parallel to the other, sneaking glances over the table.

Author’s Note: If you made it this far, thank you :) This is a revamp of something I wrote years ago, I'd love your thoughts.

[ariiaeltheedonn]

BEDROOM BULLY (a sequel)

Chiron x BLACK!FEM!Reader.

——>(Pt1)<——

WARNINGS:no protection(wrap it df up), dirty talk, rough seggsss, daddy kink, reader is kinda delusional, shortttt y’all know the deal, it’s nasty! just read it!

SUMMARY: Chiron took the reader back to his place after their car meet session and he shows her that his grillz ain’t the only thing that can shine!

Ps. I wanted to do this before the spooky shit lmao. Hope y’all enjoy.<3

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Legs shaking, toes curling, eyes rolling. You had reached an all time high with your friends slut-meter. You facetimed them right after getting ate like thanksgiving dinner, geeking in this man’s passenger seat like the man in question wasnt a few feet away and the bottom of your ass wasn’t soaking wet, your thighs sticking together like honey on skin.

“Was it good?”

“You really let him do that?!”

“How many times you came?”

All comments they blurted out to you after getting the deets, and you answered all questions in complete honesty.

“You so lucky! His friend babymama started calling when I pulled down my pants”

One of your friends complained, making you cackle. covering your mouth so he couldn’t hear you laughing like a hyena while looking through his trunk for something to wipe your legs off with, you heard many more questions from the curious girls.

“Did you see how big he was though? Or y’all ain’t get that far?”

“You gon let him fuck?”

“Let him fuck? Of course she is! If I was her I would have been on the dick, fuck getting a towel and callin’ you hoes!” one of your friends answered for you.

“It would take 100 surgeons to remove me from that dick”

“Ouuu, I saw how he looked at you too. I just know that dick heavy”

And your friend was indeed right. It was.

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“DAMN, BABY-“ you shook and cried out as you allowed him to break you in, knocking that pussy straight out the damn frame. He had your legs crisscrossed and pushed down towards your chest, his hands gripping tightly on both of your ankles to pin you down, as if you could go anywhere with how bad your legs were shaking, even with him holding them down. His hips smacked into you so hard that your ass and the back of your thighs was turning red, mimicking your tear irritated eyes. “I CANT! Please! slow down!” You shout as your sensitive pussy convulsed, but he gave no mercy. “Don’t cry now, take this dick like a big girl” he teases, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust forward, it had you drooling. Dick drunk for however long he was gonna put it in your spine. It wouldn’t even matter how tired you were gonna be in the morning, you were thinkin’ of getting up, and making this nigga some breakfast for this good dick.

Nothing in the room could distract you from how he was making you feel, and when your eyes weren’t rolled to the back of your head, they were gawking at the flashing gold chain around his neck, the color matching the grillz in his mouth. The piece swung back and forth in your face as he fucked you, the moonlight from the broad window next to the bed making the cross pendant twinkle like stars in the same night sky that rested above.

“You like that shit, huh? You like how daddy makin’ you take that dick, don’t even front” He curses.

“Yes! It’s so fu-uckin’ deep” You struggled and whined again, your jaw starting to hurt from you biting down your teeth for so long. You saw why girls go so crazy for they man, alongside with the stars that were blurring your vision currently. He had already noticed the attraction you had for his jewelry, and it made him chuckle, a low groan following right after. “You like my chain too?”

You nod, answering. “Yes, daddy!”

“Aight. Be a good lil’ bitch for me and I’ll let you wear it. Now, cum on this dick”

The curve of his dick touched the end of your pussy, his hips connecting with yours completely as he begins to grind himself. Both of you were recently waxed and shaved so the skin to skin contact sent you overboard. Yes, he was shaved nicely. Yes, he was a real slut.

His pelvic rubbed against your clit as he slow wined his hips, letting you feel all 9inches of that big dick in your guts. Your legs had gone numb and stopped shaking, but that didn’t stop you from showing him his new favorite water toy. You wet up his plum colored sheets with a wail, making even darker stains as your cream and slick dripped out of you, some on your thighs, some on your ass, but most on his sheets and that hammer he called a dick.

“Mhm, let it out”

“You feelin’ that shit, ma”

“This dick got you goin’ dumb like that? Close ya mouth”

“You takin’ this dick like a champ too, I might keep you”

He talked shit like no other cause he knew he was fuckin’ you like he wanted to put a ring on it. He couldn’t say he didn’t imagine it for a split second in that one moment where he had you halfway off of the bed, drool dripping from your mouth and down your throat with his hands tangled in your bundles as he dipped his dick in and out of your mouth, your cheeks hollowed until your jaw ached and his abs tightened, indicating that he was about to bust, wasting all that nut that could have been inside you.

He stops grinding into you and unbends your legs, letting the blood flow finally get to where it needed to go. Honestly, you were already fucked out, but you didn’t wanna tell him that and have him thinking you were lying about taking dick. But maybe you should have, cause when he turned you over to your side and laid behind you, you knew it was over. He didn’t even care to ask you politely to widen your legs. he pulled that ass back, hiked your leg up on his and slipped himself right back into those walls that were forever molded to the shape of his dick.

“Uh-huh. Let me get in that pussy, baby”

“You stretchin’ me, daddy!”

You both moan simultaneously, your pussy gripping him like she wanted him to stay deep inside forever. This position had your stomach twisting and turning like a whirlpool washing machine, your clit jumping at his fingertips touch as he slips his arm under your propped up leg and starts rubbing at your swollen button while his hips work on getting his dick to massage the deepest part inside of you. It was gonna be a long week, maybe even month, cause you wasn’t gonna leave him alone.

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PSS. Me watching y’all eat pt1 up cause I did NOT expect that to blow up 💀 Thank y’all for the love tho 🤭🩷🩷

[ariiaeltheedonn]

What A Woman Wants; Taste

Trevante Rhodes x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, Chiron an eater in this but when is he not, pussy slapping, slut shaming (kinda), fingering, dirty talk, drug use(just a luh weed) no actual PinV, !!Unedited!!.

SUMMARY: The beginning of various stories about the reader, her diary and her many favorites.

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Whore, slut, fast, hot, easy. What really is the definition of promiscuity? Maybe just a woman who sleeps around. Or someone who’s had many boyfriends and flings. Would she be a whore if she slept with a married man? What if she didn’t know? Would she still be a whore?

The word was as complex as sexual relations in itself, but in her mind, everyone was a whore. Everyone had whorish ways. Some people liked to be smacked on the ass when they fucked, some liked to be spat on, tied up, scratched, degraded, praised, and then some. So what was the problem that she got what she liked but from different people? Nothing, she thought.

She had men from one end to the other side of the pond. Short, tall, muscular, skinny, masculine, feminine, you name it. She’s seen dicks nearly the size of her forearm all over the globe. She kept track of the ones she liked in a diary and tossed the ones that were no fun.

One of her favorites who also happens to be an old classmate from college ate pussy like a starved man and only got up when she told him to, and that’s exactly how she liked her men; doing what she told them to do.

A blunt in hand and tattooed legs spread from one end of the bed to the other, he drank from her fountain, quenching his thirst as she gushed around his fingers. His other free hand softly caressed her bare pussy, fingertips dancing along her mound before they pressed against her aching clit.

Pulling his tongue from alongside his thrusting fingers, he looks down and admires the wet and dirty scene in front of him, the second pair of your lips shining like he had just applied baby oil to her.

“Pretty ass pussy”

“Yeah?”

He nods. “Mhm. Looking like this and you expect me to keep my mouth off of you?”

She hums out a moan, her pretty toes curling at that.

“I missed you all month, you might be in this position for a while”

He smirked and pulls out of her, watching as her hole winked and shrunk back to it’s small size that once accommodated his thick fingers. Pulling the hood of her clit back, the pink button pops up from underneath, greeting him with a few twitches as her pussy clenched around nothing.

“Fuck, baby…”

She watched him with just as much affection, but his eyes were too fixed on her heat to glare back at her. Blowing cold air onto the bundle of nerves, he pulls a long moan from her and he smiles in return before taking four of his fingers a licking across the tips of them, his other hand still occupied with the hood of her clit as he did so.

He pumped fake a few times, lifting that hand to her pussy and making her flinch before his hand finally came down and spanked her sensitive clit, the woman nearly dropping the spliff in her hand as her chest rises, a shock of both pain and pleasure running through her core.

“Fuck!” She breathes, smoke exiting her mouth. She was quick to sit the drug down in an ashtray laid on the bed next to her, the man on his knees in front of her still laying smacks to her pussy until her legs were shaking and she was squirting all over herself. Swirls in her stomach and stars in her eyes, she almost thanked god that her ass was halfway off of the bed so her sheets didn’t get wet but she soon realized she celebrated too early, the large palm of his hand beginning to rub her entire pussy instead and replace the teasing strikes, all of the juices that were once just falling on the hardwood floor spraying on anything within ten inches of her. That included on herself too.

She couldn’t speak and tell him to let up off of her if she wanted to, her stomach felt like it caved in as she had yet to let go of her breath to continue receiving oxygen.

He opened his mouth and welcomed all that she gave onto his tongue, a smile also playing on his face. He loved it when it was messy, wet to the point where it could be considered soaked even. His goatee covered in pussy juice showed and proved that to be true, droplets of her dripping from his chin.

Even after she was finished he still went in and licked her up from her clit to the puckering rim of her asshole, fixated upon the idea to make her cum again if she’d let him.

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💌~ startin this thang off with some good ole pussy eatin, iktr!😼💀 hope yall enjoyed tho, i think imma really enjoy this lil series just cause it’s a bunch of random shorts and not an actual storyline 😭 like everything and everyone is connected still but it doesn’t matter until brought up lmao.

[ariiaeltheedonn]

wap//trevante rhodes

Summary: This is what happens when Trevante gets to some W.A.P.

Trevante Rhodes x Black! Reader

Warning: This ain’t nothing but filthy, sweaty, wet sex. So if you not 18+…gon somewhere.

“Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy.”

“You gon fuck this pussy?”, you moaned as Trevante slithered between your thighs, a predator lurking its prey, eyes on you. He nods, opening your legs wider. He moves your panties to the side and slips his tongue into your wet folds, flicking your swollen, pulsing clit. He separates your folds gently with his fingers, sliding them down and inserting slowly. Tongue circling around your clit as he thrusts his fingers inside you.

     You were soaking wet, his fingers slippery and coated in your juices. You arched your back up as your toes curled, “Oh shitttt Treee.”, you whined, soft and honeyed, making a switch flip. Trevante buried his whole face into you, licking and slurping. Your fists were clenched onto the sheets, attempting to control yourself, “Fuck!”, you squealed, you were sliding up to the headboard, your body running away and yearning for more. Trevante grabbed you by your waist and pulled you back, “Don’t run from what you begged for.”, he advises you. You were panting, trying not to cum. He looked at you with a smirk on his face, beard damp. You reached forward, holding his chin up, guiding him to you and he followed, planting small kisses on your body. He kissed all over your neck, nibbling and sucking, making you moan. “All that shit you was talking.”, he smiles, kissing you deep and slow, hand around your neck, “Shit gon be mine by the end of the night.” 

     “Work for that shit then.”, you purred. “You know I am lil mama.”, he trailed back down and grabbed your waist, bringing your body off the bed. He puts your legs on his shoulders. An evil smirk spreads across his face before he buries his face back into you, legs wrapped around his neck, your hand on top of his head as he brought you higher, “Oh fuck!”, you jerked forward cumming all over his face, “There you go baby girl.”

     He slides your panties all the way off, he then takes off his grey boxers, stroking himself slowly, pre-cum dripping onto the sheets, “You ready?”, he asks, head tilted, waiting for your response. You nod as he looms over you, kissing your chest and neck as he pushes into you slow. You gasped, he enjoyed the feeling of your warm breath on his neck. He stroked nice and slow, deep strokes, you felt every inch, balls deep. 

     Your hands clenched around his arm as he pumped into you. “…Fuck.”, he cursed under his breath, he started to speed up. Your pussy was talking, holding a whole conversation. It sounded like a water park. Flip-flops after the pool. 

     “Baby fuck me harder.”, you moaned, Trevante started to go faster, slamming into you, his rough grunts were music to your ears as he dived deeper and deeper into you. Trevante had his hand over your throat as he nibbled and whispered in your ear, “You like that shit huh?”, chills ran down your spine as your pussy jumped, never running dry. He flipped you over, you arched your back, wiggling your plump ass in the air. He smacked it and you squealed, “Beat this pussy up. Talk yo shit for this wet ass pussy.” He pressed inside you, hands around your waist, pulling you into his dick, there was no running from this dick.

     He pulled your head up, sticking his fingers in your mouth as you gagged, spit all over your mouth. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and massaged your pussy. You struggled to stay up, ready to tap out. Your body was weak. He smacked your ass again, “Don’t lose that arch baby.”, he groans as he continues. “Baby I can’t take this big dick.”, you whined. “You got this. Yo wet ass pussy…”, he grunted again. You put your ass up higher, taking every stroke. “There you go baby girl.”, he starts to slow down his pace, giving you a break. 

     He slows down to a halt and lays beside you, stroking his dick, “Come take a ride.”, Trevante smirks. You get yourself together and get on top. Starting to ride slow and at a steady pace. Trevante holds you up, supporting you, looking deep into your eyes, “Spit in my mouth.” 

     “What?”, you continue to ride. “You heard me. Spit in my mouth.”, he says sternly. He opens his mouth and you spit in his mouth as you ride him. You start to speed up, grinding into him, slowly working yourself up, putting those stallion knees to the test. You begin to bounce up and down, leaving a thick cream coated dick. “There you go.”, he watches you, holding himself together, ready to bust inside you. 

     You begin to slow down a bit, massaging your clit and holding yourself up with the other arm, “Oh shitttt.”, you moan, biting your lip. Trevante grabs you and flips you over so he’s on top, he begin to pound into you unmercifully, you grabbed the sheets as you screamed and squealed with pleasure. “Take that dick.”, Trevante grunted as he slammed into you. You came and he continued, “We gon get another one out of you.” He pulled out, dick slick with cum. He sits on the edge of the bed, “Come suck it off.”, he demands.

   You get off the bed onto your knees. You grab his erected dick in your hands, stroking it once and then twice before popping it into your mouth, stroking and sucking. Making sure it hit the back of your throat, you gagged and choked, spit dripped from your mouth on his dick. Tre was gripping the sheets, all his muscles flexed. You go down and put one of his balls in your mouth, coating it on spit, sucking it gently. And then coming back up, tongue swirling over his tip. “Shit shit shit.”, Tre grunted. You put it all in your mouth, holding it until you couldn’t breathe and come up slowly. 

     “Fuccckkkk.” Trevante had his hand on back of your head, pushing it down slowly. He busted in your mouth, warm liquid coating your throat as you swallowed it. He watched you, intrigued. Soaking pussy, thrusting, eyes never leaving him, “Cum for me daddy.”, you whisper. Trevante pumps faster, the veins in his forehead popping out, he was holding on for dear life. 

     You took you fingers out your pussy and sucked on them before putting them back in. You opened your legs wider so could see the view better.

You squirted, surprising yourself, gasping, “Oh shit.”, you moaned, slipping your fingers out slowly and massaging your clit. Trevante came all over your body, watching you glazed in both you and his cum. “You so fucking sexy.”, he helped you up, pulling into a rough passionate kiss. “You like this wet ass pussy.”, you smirked, biting his ear. 

“Nah baby. I love that wet ass pussy.”, he kissed you again, “And we ain’t done.”, he smiles. 

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[ariiaeltheedonn]

Toxic Love

A/N:.... it's been forever since I've posted...I'M BACK WITH THE SMUT GUYS. Don't be afraid to comment either!!!

A/N#2: he got some pretty teeth y'all

This for you @itsbackwoodsbby 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

(She wrote something for me. Gotta get her backkkk)

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To say that you and your man are a toxic couple is downplaying just how toxic y’all actually are. He cheats and cheats, yet you stay. “Why?” is the million-dollar question. You could say you love him, but you could also say you love the money he makes. See your man is a drug dealer, but not just any ole drug dealer, he’s feared. He’s not to be messed with in any way, so what made you finally get his lying and cheating ass back? The most recent bitch he cheated on you with.

Her name is whor- Hazel. Hazel been tryna get at your man forever. You’re surprised he even fucked that fuck-anything-that-walks, homewrecking ass girl, but niggas will be niggas you guess. You’ve come to realize that they’ll fuck anyone and anything.

Anyways, you got him back by fucking his fine ass, big dick-having-ass cousin. Guess it really does run the family, but the dick was trash and the head was bomb, but if your man asks then all of it was better than him.

You could only imagine how crazy he acted once he found out, but he was almost done with his drops for the day so you’d find out in a minute or two.

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You hear a car door slam and shortly after the front door slam too, “Ayo what the fuck am I hearing bout you fucking my cousin Dre?!”

You almost laughed, his anger was comical to you. You admit you did act like this when you found out he cheated the first time, but as smart as he is… you figured he would’ve figured everything out by now.

You shrugged at him, “Oh they talking about that already? Damn word get around fast. And don’t be slamming the doors in this house!”

“It’s true? You sit up here living this lavish ass lifestyle and you decide to act like one of yo lil friends and fuck anybody with a pulse.”

Okay, he was doing too much now. It’s not like you slept with half the motherfuckers in his gang unlike someone (Hazel).

You stood up off the couch, “Nah, Trevante fuck you! I don’t know why you tryna make me out to be some type of hoe but that shit not gone fly. Yo black ass acting like I fucked yo brother or something. It was just your cousin so back up off me.”

He walked over to you and got in your face, “Tell me that shit not true. Tell me it’s not so I can go pop the nigga that told me.”

Damn, did he have the grill in today? Top AND bottom too? Mhmmmm.

You stared up into his eyes as innocently as you could while he looked down at you, “Sorry baby, but… it’s true. And it was sooo good, too. He fucked me way better than you.”

God, he’s wearing the cologne that makes you soak your panties in record time.

“Oooooh now he’s better than me? I’ll murk that nigga right now, blood or not. Keep on testing me, ma.”

He’s gonna fuck you up. He’s no longer mad at the get back, but the thoughts of another man fucking you better and that you could possibly leave him because of that haunt him now.

“I’ll be here to wash your clothes when you get back. Just don’t come in here dripping blood and shit. It’ll be a bitch to get out our new carpets.”

Trevante could see how unphased you were about this whole thing and it only pissed him off more. You gave away your pussy and that belonged to him.

He grabbed your neck and got real close to your face, “Say he’s better than me again, and watch what happens to you.”

You smirked, this is exactly what you wanted, “He’s better than you. Maybe this will teach you not to fuck with dirty ass hoes.”

He chuckled, tightening his hold on your neck a little, “So you mad I fucked one of yo lil friends?”

“She’s not-” He cut you off, “Right. She’s not. But you really went out and did what you did as a get back? You put on your big girl panties and took a shot at me? That’s a mistake, baby.”

He pecked your lips then threw you over his shoulder, “You gone regret that shit.”

“Baby-”

“Nah, don’t “baby” me now. You was just talking all that shit, it’s time to put your money where your mouth is.”

Trevante took you to your shared room and sat you down on your feet then grabbed your neck again, making you look at him, “You gonna be good for Daddy?”

“Mhm.” you avoided his heated stare. You knew what he had in store for you was gone have you acting right...for now.

He tightened his grip on your neck, “Words ma, or you not gone get what you deserve.”

“I’ll be daddy’s good gir-” he adjusted your head to look at him in his eyes, “Good what?”

“I’ll be daddy’s good little slut.”

He pecked your lips and let your neck go, “Take your panties off. Ass up, face down.”

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