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[myhobari]

- just relax (2)

miles caton x black reader

Summary - A continuation of “just relax”! Miles continues to pamper you, even deeper this time. He worships your stress away with slow kisses, steady hands, and nothing but devotion.

**warning** ⛔️ - SMUT (under 18 dni)

since there was so much love on the first part, here’s part 2. first time writing smut, but i decided to dig deep and make this the best i could for you guys :)

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He lays you down carefully, like he’s setting down something precious.

The bedroom is dim. The sheets are freshly changed, cool against your skin, and the scent of clean linen mixes with the lingering eucalyptus from the bath.

You release a shaky breath, already surrendering to the intoxicating weight of his attention.

“I promised I’d take care of you, so let me.”

Each kiss is deliberate and deep, sinking into your skin with purpose. He starts at your shoulder, then travels tenderly to your collarbone, and descends lower. His fingers wander as if every inch of you is a sacred landscape that deserves to be adored—just as he had done when he prepared your bath, and then when he lovingly dried your skin.

His mouth makes its way down your stomach, teasingly grazing his teeth against the delicate curve of your waist.

“You work so hard baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sincerity, lips wandering along your hip. “I see you. I see all the weight you carry.”

Your fingers curl tightly into the sheets, your breathing turns uneven, a reflection of the storm brewing inside you.

And he hasn’t even truly begun yet.

Miles wraps his hand around your thigh, anchoring you with a gentle grip as his mouth ventures lower—deliberate and unhurried, as if the night stretches infinitely before him. He kisses the soft skin inside your knee, gliding down to your ankle, then returning, with a heat that ignites your very core, to the center of your ache.

When his lips finally meet your mound , a soft gasp escapes you—so tender and vulnerable, it elicits a satisfied hum from him.

He doesn’t hurry.

Doesn’t tease.

Just gives.

As if it's an act of devotion. A promise whispered in intimacy. A prayer reverberating in the stillness of the night.

“Mmmh.. Miles-“

When you try to pull away, overwhelmed by how good it feels, his hands press firmly against your hips.

“Don’t run from it,” he rasps.

“Let go for me.”

And you do just that. Not only your body, but your mind. All the weight that you’ve been carrying melts into the mattress under your man’s touch. He reads your body like it’s his first language.

You can feel it creeping up on you.. that release.

“I’m about to cummmm baby…”

This brightens him up, he keeps a constant pace.. speeding up just a tad to push you to your edge.

“Let go for me, i’m here.” he muffles into you.

It hits you in waves—hot, dizzying waves that pulls you under with no warning. Your body shakes with it, mouth falling open in a silent cry as everything inside you cracks open and spilled over.

“Unghhh…”

He moves up, passing each part of your body with a quick kiss.

“Still with me?”

You nod, dazed, breathless.

“Just about.”

He smiles.

“Good. Cause I’m not done with you.”

Before you can even respond, his hands are sliding under your thighs—lifting, turning, moving you like you weigh nothing. You gasp, surprised by the shift, but it quickly melts into a quiet, breathless sound as your chest presses into the mattress, hips raised just enough, towel long forgotten.

“Miles—” you start, but your words are cut off by the heat of his palm smoothing over your spine.

“Shh,” he murmurs, mouth close to your ear. “Let me.”

His hands roam—slow, reverent, greedy. He kisses the curve of your back, the dip of your waist, every inch of skin like it’s his favorite part. Then his hands settle at your hips, anchoring you there with quiet command.

“You still okay?”

Your answer is a moan, soft and broken.

He leans in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“That’s what I thought.”

And then—

He enters you slowly. Deep.

You exhale a shaking breath, already overwhelmed by the stretch, the intimacy, the way his hands never stop moving—one gripping your hip, the other sliding up your back in soothing strokes that contrast the intensity of his rhythm.

“Ooohhh fuck.”

He moves with control, with purpose, like this isn’t just about getting off—it’s about claiming you all over again.

Every thrust is deliberate. Every sound you make seems to fuel him.

“Look at you,” he growls, “taking all of me like this. You don’t even know how beautiful you sound.”

Your body pushes back into him without thinking—chasing the heat, the pressure, the growing firestorm that starts to build again in your core.

His fingers slip down to where you need him most, circling slow, maddening, until your voice turns pleading.

“Please, Miles—please—”

“Don’t hold back.”

Your release hits harder than before—unexpected and uncontrollable. You cry out, body shuddering, your hands clutching at the sheets like they might anchor you through the storm.

He groans behind you—deep and wrecked—pressing into you as he follows, hand splayed across your stomach, pulling you into his chest, pulling your head back and giving you a kiss as both your bodies tremble through it.

⸻

When it’s over, he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t rush. Just holds you close, lips brushing the nape of your neck, skin sticky and warm.

“You good?” he murmurs, voice thick with affection.

You nod weakly, cheek pressed to the pillow, smiling despite yourself.

“Better than good.”

His laugh is soft, almost disbelieving. He kisses your shoulder once more.

“Let’s shower,” he whispers. “Then I’ll feed you for real.”

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sooooo… how was it??? i would appreciate all the comments and criticisms you guys have to share, i’d love to grow as a writer.

see you guys next time! don’t forget to leave a request if you have one for me :) byeeee!

@sweetalittleselfish-honey here you go :3

[myhobari]

like whattt???

R&B Breakups

Sammie Moore x Reader Modern Au

Warnings :Makeup smex- uh angst cause it’s me. Reconciliation? (I’m bad at warnings yall please bear with me) messy stack

You’d heard Sammie’s name before — mostly ‘cause of his cousins, them wild-ass Moore twins and that baby record label they got. Folks said he was church-bred, sang in the choir ‘fore he dipped out with his cousins to chase the dream. That’s where that name came from. Preacher Boy. Fit a little too well, considering the way he sang like salvation and rapped like sin.

He had a voice, though. No doubt. Those old clips on his socials? Whew. He ain't sing like his cousins, and they damn sure ain’t rap like him. You remember thinkin’ it was wild — a PK talkin’ nasty on a track like that. But then again, he a Moore. So.

You was up first — body gliding across that stage like smoke on glass. That other dude was rappin’ next to you, but Sammie ain’t hear a word. He was watchin’ you. The way you moved. The way you smiled mid-note and locked eyes with him like, Yeah, I see you too. Left the stage with a little wave like it was just another Tuesday.

Headed to the back where the Moores were posted up like royalty in a hallway too tight for all that ego. And then one of the twins stepped dead in your path.

“Whoa there, pretty thing. Where you rushin’ off to?”

You blinked hard. Couldn’t tell which one it was — Stack or Smoke. Identical and your high ass wasn’t helpin’ either.

“Uhhh... Smo–Stack... which one are you?”

He laughed loud, hand hittin’ his chest like you told the funniest joke of the year. “This Stack, baby. The cute one.”

You smirked, eyes rollin’ like dice. “Well, Stack... I don’t think we got any business, do we?”

You tried to slide past but he eased in your way again.

“Nah, but I ain’t here for me.”

That made you pause. You tilted your head, brows up. “Tell Smoke the same thing.”

Stack gave you that look. That girl, come on now look.

“What do you want, Stack?” you asked, dead in his face.

His grin widened like he had a secret. “Sammie wanna talk to you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, just like you found me, Sammie can too. Hmmm?”

You patted his cheek and kept walkin’, hips talkin’ louder than your mouth. But truth be told? You damn near sprinted to the dressing room. Checked your face, fixed your hair, heart doin’ a whole beat set in your chest.

Knock knock.

You froze, whispered “shit” to yourself, then pulled the door open.

There he was. Preacher Boy Moore.

Tall, golden-brown with them locs pulled back just enough to see that smooth-ass hairline. He had a guitar slung on his back, biceps flexin’ like he meant to remind you he could hold more than notes.

You blinked. “Huh?”

He chuckled low. “I said... you told me to come find you. So I did.”

Took a second to process that. Took longer to accept this man was real and talkin’ to you and not one of them thirsty lil girls he sang about.

“That’s ‘cause you sent a walkin’ STD to find me,” you said, turning back toward the couch.

Door shut behind him. He leaned on it like it was part of his act.

“My cousin clean,” he said, laughin’ through it. “Y’all just don’t like his lyrics.”

You smirked. “I don’t like that he got lyrics about every woman in three zip codes.”

He stepped closer. “I ain’t like them dudes, you know.”

You tilted your chin. “Coulda fooled me.”

Didn’t say nothin’ else — just stared like he was seein’ through your whole outfit. That made you shift in your seat.

“What, Preacher Boy?”

He grinned. “Come watch me perform, baby.”

“Boy, I ain’t your baby.”

“You could be.” He stepped in, hand hittin’ your waist real gentle. “I’d treat you reaaaall good... if you let me.”

His fingers rose to your chin, all slow and tender like he was tryna ease you into a spell.

You was already caught. He knew it. He planned it.

“Come on,” he said, slidin’ his fingers through yours.

You wasn’t gonna go, at first.

Was gon’ head home, roll up, forget the way he smelled. That clean-sweat cologne and old incense aura. The way his voice dipped when he called you baby like he meant it. But by the time you hit the sidewalk, you was already textin’ your homegirl like:

"bitch... I think I just met my husband lol"

She texted back:

"U BETTA GET HIS FINE CHOIR-BOY LOOKIN ASS PREGNANT THEN 💅🏾"

Fifteen minutes later, you was back inside, leanin’ in a booth near the stage, and Sammie was up there talkin’ ‘bout, “This next one’s for somebody real special.”

You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly popped out.

Stack caught you doin’ it and laughed from across the room.

But when Sammie sang?

Shit.

You ain’t roll nothin’ after that. Just sat there quiet, chin in your hand like a teenager with a crush, watchin’ his mouth shape every damn word like it was yours to memorize.

He didn’t look at nobody else. Not once. Not the girls screamin’ his name. Not the aunties blowin’ kisses from the back. Just you. Like the whole room fell away.

That night, he ain’t ask for your number.

He gave you his. Told you to hit him when you was ready for the real thing.

You waited three days. On purpose. Then you hit him up with just a 👀 emoji.

His response?

“Bout damn time.”

When y’all linked up it wasn’t even supposed to happen.

You was on FaceTime. Choppin’ it up ‘bout old music, ghosts, exes, the church. He was on the road — some baby tour in Little Rock or Baton Rouge. You was laid across your bed in a tank top, bonnet half-on, half-slid to the side.

He was shirtless. Gold chain catchin’ the motel lamplight, locs loose around his shoulders. He started talkin’ low, voice scratchy, like he been smokin’ or singin’ all day.

“Whatchu wearin’?” he asked, already smirkin’.

You looked dead at the screen. “Boy, you see what I got on.”

“Yeah, but what’s under it?”

You tilted your phone just enough to give him somethin’.

Not everything. Just enough.

His eyes dropped. Lips parted like he was gon’ pray. Or sin. Maybe both.

“Come here,” he said.

You laughed. “I’m three states away.”

“I don’t give a damn.”

That man sent a Lyft, a Cash App, and his hotel room number within five minutes.

And you? Packed a weekend bag like your name wasn’t nowhere on that lease.

Yall got close REALLL close so after that night you thought maybe — just maybe — this could be it.

Sammie walked different after y’all hooked up. Spoke softer, texted quicker. You weren’t somebody he was entertaining. You were it. Least, that’s how it felt when he pulled you into his arms at baggage claim, when he posted you with no caption like he ain’t have to explain shit to nobody.

And you ain’t press him about the DMs. About the whispers, the girls with they side eyes and slick tweets. You let it go. 'Cause he looked at you like you mattered. 'Cause you wanted to believe he was different from his cousins.

Different from the Moore boys who treated love like a punchline in a verse.

Stack noticed it first.

“Damn,” he said, grinning, twisted blunt between his fingers. “You really cuffed, huh?”

Sammie just smirked, focused on tunin’ his guitar.

Stack laughed again. “You ain’t been out with us since Houston. You in love or somethin’?”

“I’m chillin’, bro.”

“You actin’ like you scared to slip up.”

“I don’t wanna slip up.”

Stack rolled his eyes. “You actin’ like we back in church.”

That got Sammie’s attention. He looked up. Eyes darker.

“I ain’t no saint,” he said, “but I ain’t stupid either. I know what I got.”

Stack shrugged like it didn’t matter. “Cool. Just don’t let her turn you soft. Bitches love soft n***as... until they don’t.”

Sammie ain’t respond. Just shook his head, focused back on his strings.

But the words stuck. That’s how Stack worked. He ain’t push hard — just enough to leave a crack.

You flew home two days later. Left him with that kiss that lingered, that “I love you” whispered half-sleep into his chest.

You went back to your place. Lit your sage. Put on some Erykah. Started back recording, hummin’ little verses into your phone like maybe this time, love was gon’ be the one to hold you.

He texted. He FaceTimed. Called you “mama” in that lazy, slow drawl that made your knees twitch. Sent you pics from soundcheck. Some nights he was too tired to talk, but he’d still text, "I miss you next to me.”

And for a moment, you felt safe.

Until Saturday.

You were laid up on your couch, bonnet on, roller on the floor, your comfort playlist goin’ when your phone buzzed so hard it slid off the armrest.

Dozens of notifications. Your homegirl texted:

“bitch get off the internet now 💔”

Then:

“I’m so sorry I ain’t wanna be the one”

Your stomach dropped. Cold spread slow.

You opened Instagram.

Right there. Big, bold letters:

@theshaderoom
“Preacher Boy or Player? 👀 Sammie Moore seen in ATL last night gettin’ real cozy with someone who def ain’t his ‘main thang’ 👇🏾”

You clicked.

There he was.

In the club.

Sweat glistening on his neck. Lips at some girl’s ear. Hands on her hips. Rockin’ with her from behind like he was keepin’ rhythm with her heartbeat.

Her dress was red. Her smile smug.

You paused the video. Just stared.

Your whole body went still.

You ain’t call him. Not at first.

You waited. An hour. Then two. Then six.

He finally texted at 3:12 AM:

“I’m sorry.”

That’s it.

No explanation. No lie. No voice memo. Just those two damn words. Like sorry could wipe the image of his hands off another woman’s waist.

Like sorry could shut your DMs up, stop your mama from texting asking if “everything okay between y’all.”

You typed a long message. Deleted it. Typed another. Deleted that one too.

Finally you wrote:

“Don’t worry about it.”

And turned your phone over.

Two weeks passed. Fourteen whole days of silence — but not peace. Not when every app still knew his name. Not when every scroll felt like salt.

Sammie had been calling. Texting. Emailing even. Sent voice notes through people you ain’t even follow no more. You blocked him on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok. You turned off read receipts. You turned off your feelings.

You ain’t owe him a response, and he knew that. But he kept trying anyway. Then it happened again.

Not from TheShadeRoom this time. Nah — one of them side accounts. ShaderoomTeens. Petty, messy, loud as hell.

Your homegirl tagged you before you even saw the post.

@shaderoomteens
Artist Sammie Moore spotted with mystery woman in new video 👀

Being a PK, gotta know that he sinning right now, right? Right? He’s known to be in a relationship, even have a few cute collabs. #DoBetter #CheatingRoomies #WhatSheGonDo

You just stared.

No way this was happening to you. Not again.

Hand trembling, you tapped the comments. Shouldn’t have. But you did.

They tore you up.

“What she expect messin’ with a Moore lol
“His whole bloodline allergic to loyalty”
“Girl just sing and move on 🙄”
“He was too fine to keep anyway, sorry not sorry”

Some took pity. Said they felt for you. That made you angrier.

You weren’t a damn victim. You knew who you were dealing with. But you let your guard down. Let him kiss away the doubt. Let him hold your face and promise he wasn’t like them. Swipe.

Next slide?

A still from your first video together. You and Sammie, forehead to forehead, laughing between takes. He had you by the waist. You looked so happy.

Your chest cracked open.

Not a little.

Not manageable.

That deep, whole-body kind. The kind that live in your bones. The kind your mama warned you about when she said “don’t love no man more than you love your damn self.”

Your phone rang. Him.

That same picture flashing up as his contact photo — it made you sick now. You declined.

Then it was Stack. Then Smoke.

Like clockwork. Every hour. Every day.

You ignored them all.

You weren’t bitter. You were hurt. That was the thing. You weren’t even mad at first. You were just gutted. And when that hurt started to rot in your chest, it grew teeth. Turned to something mean.

You wanted him to hurt, too. Just like you did.

That’s when your group chat rang. FaceTime. The real ones.

You stared at the green button. Then pressed it.

Your face hit the screen.

Blank. Skin dull. Eye bags deep and designer.

“Hey girl... we just checkin’ on you, how are you?”

“Yeah, that nigga ain’t shit.”

“What you wanna do?”

They all talked at once, like they’d been waiting to catch you before you fell too far.

You swallowed. Voice small.

“I’m still hurt, y’all... I really wanna beat his ass but I can’t bring myself to fight over a man.”

“You better than me,” one said.

“HELLO?!” another yelled. “Ass woulda been BEAT.”

You cracked a smile. Then a laugh. Shook your head slow.

“I know, y’all. I know.” You looked down, then up.

“Right now... I just wanna be distracted. Not by a nigga. Just wanna have fun.”

They waited. Let you say it.

You leaned closer.

“Shots and studio time?” Head tilting.

“OH BITCH YESS.”

“We makin’ a diss. Yep. Let’s gooo!”

You laughed loud — loud enough to rattle the stillness in your chest.

This was why you answered. They knew how to scoop you off the floor without making it feel like rescue.

“Aight. I’m finna get cute and get ready. Y’all do the same. I’ll send the address.”

You hung up. Headed for the shower.

Steam filled the room slow, thick as your thoughts. You stood under the water long. Let it drip from your lashes. Let it drown the ache.

Music. That was your safe place. Your weapon. Your church.

You thought about him — not just the man but the moment. What he could’ve been thinking. What made him fold.

Was it the club? The women? The spotlight? Or was it just him?

You weren’t stupid. You weren’t naïve. You knew what came with fame. With fine niggas raised in families that never taught 'em how to love without hurting somebody first.

You dried off. Got dressed.

Sat at your vanity. Lip gloss, lashes, liner. Your armor.

Just as you were about to press play on your playlist—

Your phone lit up again.

No Caller ID.

It swirled around your screen like a warning.

Your breath caught. What if someone leaked your number? People were crazy these days. You froze for a beat. Then exhaled.

You answered.

You put the phone to your ear. Didn’t say nothin’ at first.

But then—his voice.

“…Hey.”

Quiet. Raspy. Like it hadn’t been used right in days. Like he ain’t slept either.

You closed your eyes. That tone—it didn’t make you feel bad for him. But it did make your chest tighten. ‘Cause no matter how mad you was, it still hurt to hear him sound like that.

You didn’t say nothin’, just waited.

“I ain’t even gon’ lie to you… I fucked up,” he breathed. “I know what it look like, I do. I just…”

His voice cracked just a little.

“I was drunk. Stack was hypin’ me up, talkin’ ‘bout ‘one dance ain’t gon’ kill nothin.’ Then Smoke started pushin it too, sayin’ I needed to ‘remind the crowd who I was’ or some dumb shit…”

You opened your mouth and closed it again. Your stomach churned. “So you did all that... for them?”

He went quiet.

You leaned forward in your chair, voice cold and clipped. “You mean to tell me you disrespected me—embarrassed me—for some damn cousin validation?”

He exhaled, frustrated. “It ain’t like that—”

“Oh, it ain’t?” you snapped. “You the same man who had me scared to even post you ‘cause I didn’t want the internet in our business. Now you all up in the club tryna be seen, tongue damn near down some girl throat—for what? To look like Smoke?”

“She ain’t even kiss me—”

“Boy, don’t play with me,” you said, voice cracking. “You already played in my face enough.”

Sammie sighed heavy, like he didn’t even have the strength to fight. “I ain’t tryna argue. I just… I miss you, baby. I ain’t slept right since you stopped answerin’.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, makeup half-done, your gloss untouched. You shook your head.

“You wanna act like them niggas, go be with them niggas,” you muttered, trying to stay calm. “I loved you for you, Sammie. Not for who you was tryna impress.”

“I ain’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered.

“But you did.”

Silence. The kind that says everything.

You checked the clock. “I gotta go.”

“Wait—”

Click.

You let the phone fall on the vanity and stared at your reflection.

This niggas really had you thinking he was different.

But a Moore gon’ Moore.

The studio was already buzzing by the time y’all got there—neon lights low, incense burning in the corner, and bass leaking out the booth like it had a mind of its own.

Your girls followed behind you, all heels and hair and ready-for-war energy.

Soon as y’all walked in, Dre, your producer, spun around in his chair, noddin’ like he already knew the vibe. “Got somethin’ dark cued up. I heard the rumors. Figured you’d want blood on the track tonight.”

You smirked. No lies detected.

Y’all got settled—liquor got poured, joints got lit—and the girls crowded around the couch while you kicked off your shoes and leaned back.

“So,” one of them asked, her eyes sharp, lashes thick. “Did he call?”

You nodded slow, licking your lips before answering. “Yeah.” They all leaned in.

“What he say?”
“Chile what?” “I know he ain’t try play victim—”

You sighed nodding , pushing your hair back. “Said it was Stack and Smoke. That they got in his head. Said he was drunk and just tryna prove somethin’.”

They all looked at each other, then back at you, faces twisted like somebody farted.

“Nahhh, see, now I’m mad all over again,” your best friend snapped. “He risked all this—” she gestured at you like you were plated gold, “—for some cousin clout?”

Another girl scoffed, twisting the top off the Casamigos. “And that lil girl in the video? I know she know who you are. Y’all been hella public.”

“For real,” someone else chimed in.

“Y’all did that couple interview for Level Up, had folks screamin’ ‘#RelationshipGoals’ and all that. How she actin’ brand new?”

You shook your head, lips pressed tight.

Then the beat dropped.

It was dark. Angry. Heavy bass, low piano, something sinister underneath like a heartbeat turnin’ sour. You stopped talking.

“Dre…” you said, standing up slow. “Run that back.” He looped it, and the speakers trembled like they were mad too.

You walked toward the mic, paused with your hand on the booth door. “Y’all remember when I first said I loved him?”

They nodded, quiet now.

“Right here,” you said. “In this studio. he pulled me close, said, ‘Damn, I love you girl. I hope you know that.’ And I said it back. Just like that. Whole room smelled like weed him looking at me with them damn eyes.” “That was the first time.” Your voice cracked a little.

“I really thought…” You trailed off. Then shook your head. “Nah. Fuck that.”

You turned back around, picked up a shot glass from the console.

“To dumb bitches,” you said. “May we never be her again.” They all cheered. Glasses clinked. You threw it back. It burned, but not worse than this heartbreak.

Then you stepped into the booth, pulled the headphones on, and closed your eyes.

The beat kicked in again, your voice slid out raw.

All that hurt, rage, betrayal—it spilled into the mic like venom dressed in velvet.

And by the time the track ended… history was made.A hit. A warning. A reminder.

He played in the wrong girl’s face.

Sammie’s sprawled across the couch, scrolling through his phone with dead eyes and clenched teeth. That green bubble on your story stays glowing. Every loop of the video hits him harder.

Stack lounges nearby, dipping room service wings in ranch, TV humming low with a muted basketball game. Smoke’s in the corner on FaceTime with Annie, cracking up about something unrelated, but every so often his eyes slide back to Sammie, watching him stew.

Sammie spoke first voice laced with disbelief. “She made the whole damn thing about me.”

Stack laughed throwing his head back with a lil snort“She made a Billboard hit about your ass. Congrats, heartbreak muse of the year.”

Smoke leaned forward, FaceTime forgotten
“What she say again? ‘You gone be with tupac when I come blow up that studio…’ somethin’ like that?”

Sammie shook his head muttering
‘Yeah. That’s about me fasho”

Smoke spoke through a laugh 
“She in the booth talkin’ like she the Don, bro. That energy hit different when it’s personal.”

Stack spoke mouthfull with his greedy ass
“She out-rappin’ you and outsellin’ you. How’s it feel to get dissed on beat and make her rich?”

Sammie looks at him fast as fuck 
“You think this funny?”


Stack shrugged “A lil’ bit. - “But nah. I get it. She got her lick back. You was in love and fumbled. Ain’t nothin’ new.”

Smoke nodded towards Stack
“Like he can talk. Every time he catch feelings, he ghost like he doin’ a magic trick. That girl from Baton Rouge still lightin’ candles for him.

Stack pointed at his twin smirk on his face “Difference is, I ain’t lie to nobody face about bein’ solid. I told her I was no good.”


“I didn’t lie. I just... I listened to y’all. Let myself get stupid. Tried to play it like I didn’t care when I did.” Sammie spoke looking between the two.

Stack just shrugged his shoulders
“You grown, bro. Don’t blame us.”

Sammie swipes again. Next slide.

It’s a video. Your laugh, low and breathy. A flash of your legs, draped over someone else’s lap. A hand—light-skinned, casual, resting on your thigh like it belonged there.

Sammie sat up so fast he almost got vertigo.

“ Them ain’t my hands”

Stack grabbed the phone squinting
“That’s not any of our hands.”

Smoke laughed
“She out here living soft life. Passenger princess with a new driver.”

One thing sammie hated about these niggas they always had jokes for the wrong occasions.
“Nah. That’s my -

Smoke spoke fast cutting him off
“Was. She was your girl. Now you just the beat behind a Billboard single.”

Sammie stands, grabbing his keys off the side table. No hesitation.

He speaks low “Fuck this.”

This catches Stacks eye

“Where you goin’?”

Sammie snapped voice angry and sharp

“To my girl nigga”

He slams the door behind him. Silence.

Smoke pops a fry in his mouth, eyes still on the door. “Look what you did.”

Stack just shrugs, licking sauce off his fingers. “If every clover had four leaves they wouldn’t be lucky now would it”

You and your girls are splayed across couches, floor pillows, and a fuzzy throw rug—glasses half-full of rosé from brunch still sweating in your hands. Laughter fills the space, soft R&B spinning low from the speaker.

Someone’s talking about their sneaky link, someone else is scrolling through TikTok showing funny edits of your song. You’re halfway paying attention… until your phone buzzes again.

Your friends speak up hearing it too
“Girl, who is blowin’ you up like that?”

You flip the screen toward them. “Sammie. Again. I been ignoring him all week and now he wanna be consistent?”

They lean in. Another buzz. A message pops up

Peekay : Answer or I’m comin’ right in that mf house.

You hold the phone up, jaw dropped. They scream.


“Oh he real bold—he must really miss you.”


“Or he real crazy. Ain’t nobody told him we deep in here?”

Just then, another call. FaceTime. His name lit up bold. Your thumb hesitates.


“Y’all shut up.”

You answer. His face fills the screen—eyes red, jaw tight, lips pressed in that pout you used to kiss when he got like this.

He spoke serious, voice low
“Sit the phone up.”


“…Why?

He sat up readjusting in his seat.
“Just sit it up. Let me see.”

You sigh, propping it on a candle jar. Your girls dip out of frame fast like trained soldiers.

He waited his eyes flicking around the background looking for something , you don’t know what
“So… ain't no light-skin dude in there imma have to beat the fuck out of right?

You blinked hard

“What?”

He looked at you plainly
“You heard me.”

You glance behind the phone—your girls looking shook, mouths open, frozen in place.

You spoke slow, annoyed
“There’s nobody here. And even if there was, you don’t get to ask that. I don’t question the girls you been with, apparently.”

Sammie spoke instantly, eyes hard
“I ain’t been with nobody but you. Don’t play with me.”

You tilted your head, voice sharp
“Play with you? Oh you mean like how you played with me when you let Smoke and Stack gas your ego till you blew up everything we had?”

Silence. His throat works like he wants to say something but can’t.

You spoke final, icy
“Don’t FaceTime me with that jealous boyfriend energy when you wasn’t You hang up.

The room’s quiet for a second, the air thick with disbelief soft 
“…Did he say light-skin with tats?”
“He remembered the hand! This man really clockin’ your stories like it’s his job.”

Sammie’s parked a few houses down, low in the seat, window cracked. His phone’s still glowing in his lap from where you hung up. His jaw ticks. His chest rises, falls. He don’t move at first. Just stares at your contact. Then his fingers move.

Leave it open.

He tosses the phone onto the passenger seat, flips the radio up loud—some old Boosie track—and sparks the blunt he’d rolled on the drive over. Leaning back in the seat, smoke curling from his lips, he watches the house like it’s breathing.

You and your girls are still downstairs, hollering.
“Nah, that nigga is unhinged. You really broke him!”

You laughed , mocking him
“‘Ain’t no light-skin dude in there with no tats?’ Boy, worry about your own tattoos.”

Y’all fall out laughing again. Then ping. You glance down. It’s him

Leave it open.

Your friends all look at you eyes wide
“Oh my God.”
“He outside. I know that energy.”


“Bitch, what do I say?!” You say looking back and forth between them

They all start talking at once, pure chaos:
“Say your man just pulled up.”
“Tell him the door already open—let him come see!”
“Ooooh text something spicy! You know he hate that.”

You nod, fingers flying across the screen.

It’s unlocked anyway. My man will be here soon. Send.

You toss the phone on the couch and throw your head back. “Amen.”
“Amen!!”

They scream and cheer, clutching their chests like it’s church.


“You gon’ die. But you gon’ die legendary.”
“Upstairs, now! We gotta get you ready. Just in case he come in here on demon time.”

They usher you up the stairs like you headed to war, grabbing gloss, edge control, and a fresh hoodie from your closet. Your heart beats wild behind your ribs—not

scared, just… alive.

Your bestie speaks smiling while doing your edges.
“Smile if you bout to ruin a man’s whole ego tonight.”

You smirk in the mirror. Below the window, a familiar engine cuts.

He’s coming in. You can feel it in your bones.

You’re fresh, feeling like a whole mood with your girls beside you—hair laid, gloss popping, outfit on point. You unlock the door and swing it open.

Sammie is already there, standing firm, hands down by his sides. No anger in the way he raises them, just presence. His eyes lock on you first—hard, serious, and something else you can’t name right away. Then he shifts his gaze to your girls.


“Wassup y’all.”

Your girls nod respectfully, eyes flicking back to you, silently saying, What now?

You just stand there, taking him in. Mad as hell, yeah. But damn… the way he looks—head to toe in black, gold chains catching the streetlight, that little flash of grill shining when he parts his lips—it’s hard not to soften.

You know he fucked up. But maybe… just maybe, there’s a fix here.

Suddenly, one of your friends clears her throat sharply. You blink, shaking off the moment, and glance at them.
“Bye, y’all. Be safe.”

They nod and slip quietly down the steps, leaving you and Sammie alone.

He looks past you, eyes scanning the house like sizing it up “Come on.”

He nods toward the door.

You hesitate—then step inside before your brain can catch up.

He closes the door behind you with a soft click and locks it.

Your heart skips.


Yo, man would be here soon ? Nah. His ass here now.

Sammie gestures toward the couch.

“Come sit with me.”

You walk over first, careful. He watches every step like he’s memorizing you. You settle on the edge of the couch, keeping space between you—safe distance.

He scoots closer, voice low but commanding. “Quit actin’ scary. Come here.”

You shift, inching your leg closer—now touching his. Your heart skips. It’s been a minute, and that tiny buzz starts crawling up your spine. He pulls his hood off, revealing that sharp, tired look in his eyes. Leaning forward, elbows on knees, eyes heavy-lidded but steady on you.


“I know I messed up, baby. I did everything you told me not to.”

His hand moves slowly, settling on your leg. You tense for a second, then relax as he straightens his back a little.
“I did that shit... bein’ childish. Tryna get approval from two lonely mfs.”

You let out a quiet laugh—half disbelief, half relief.


“I won’t ever do no shit like that again, baby. I can promise you. I’m sorry.”

He opens his arms slightly, inviting but vulnerable

You meet his eyes, voice steady but serious.
“I believe you... but don’t make me have to get outta character, Samuel.”

Your fingers twitch, lightly grabbing his gold chain hanging around his neck. The weight of it feels real—like a reminder. Sammie catches the movement, a flicker of both surprise and respect crossing his face.

He tightens his grip on your leg just a bit, his jaw clenched but his eyes soft.
“I ain’t gonna make you do nothin’ you don’t want, baby. I’m here... real this time.”

You don’t pull your hand away from his chain. Instead, you let your fingers linger, a silent test — how much does he really mean it? The room feels smaller somehow, just the two of you and the hum of the city outside.

Sammie leans in a little, voice dropping even lower. “ I done been stupid, but I’m tryin’ to be better — for us, for me. Ain’t just words this time. I’m done lettin’ other people mess with what we had.”

You study him, the weight in his eyes pulling at something inside you. A soft part you’d been trying to guard.
“That part of me? When I say ‘get outta character,’ I mean it. don’t want that.”

He smiles then — not the cocky grin, but the kind that reaches his eyes.
“Good. ‘Cause I ain’t tryin’ to fight you. Just wanna be right where I belong.”

You shuffle closer, legs brushing, breaths mingling.

You narrow your eyes, the tension thick now.
“If you ever — and I mean ever — pull some dumb shit like that again? I’ma beat your ass, then Smoke’s, then Stack’s for hyping you up.”

He throws his head back, laughing.
“Damn, all three of us? You on a mission.”

But that smile fades fast.

His eyes lock onto yours, voice low and solid now.”So who’s the nigga?”

Your breath catches.
“What?”

He leans in slightly
“Don’t play with me. Who. Is. The. Nigga?”

You hesitate. Your girls’ plan echoing in your mind. A distraction. A game. But the heat in his gaze ain’t playful — it’s boiling.


“Just… some dude.”

He tilts his head slow, like he can see straight through you.”Some dude?”

You nod, swallowing.

He leans back now, arms stretched wide across the couch, legs open, looking fine as hell and dangerous with it. You wish he didn’t look that good — this would be easier.

“So how long you known this dude?”

You look away, nerves buzzing. You answer low, a whisper really.
“A year.”

Before you can breathe again, his hand’s on your chin — not rough, but firm. He tilts your face to his, eyes burning through yours.
“Say it like you mean it. All that muttering and guessing shit? Pissing me off.”

Your cheeks heat beneath his touch. Your heart races.


“That girl in the club? A mistake. Drunk. Ain’t even mean nothin’. But you? You doing stupid shit with a clear head. And that’s different.”

You pull back a little, voice rising with your anger. “A mistake? Boy, fuck you. I was hurt! I ain’t no damn robot, Sammie.”

He lets go of your face, rubbing both hands down his own, exhaling like he’s trying not to snap.

“I know that, baby… but come on now. That dude been all up under your posts, sending you eyes, hearts… You ain’t say nothin’?”

You rolled your eyes
“I don’t have to, Sammie. You not my daddy. Go worry about your mystery bitch. Don’t come in here tryna check me like you been loyal. I should beat your ass my damn self.”

You shoot to your feet, voice raised, hand on your hip, heat rolling off you in waves.

He stands up slow, towering, unbothered, staring at you like you’re the only thing in the room.


“Come on then. You bad? Beat my ass.”

You was yellin' now, voice climbin’ with every breath.

“You think just ‘cause you showed up, I’m s’posed to forget all that shit? You think I don’t feel none of this? That I don’t dream 'bout you, cry 'bout you, bleed for you, Sammie?”

He took it. Standin’ there in all black like the funeral you never got to have for what y’all used to be. You stepped forward and pushed at his chest with an open palm. He ain’t move. You did it again—harder this time. Then again. His gold chain swayed with each shove.

“Fuck you, Sammie,” you spit, eyes full and wild.

He caught your wrist the moment your hand flew up toward his face. You watched his jaw lock, tongue pokin’ into his cheek, breath pullin’ heavy through his nose like he was tryna stop from blackin’ out. That look alone could’ve burned your clothes off, but you was too mad to care.

“Fuck me?” he said low, still holdin’ your wrist. His voice ain’t rise—but the heat in it made you pause.

“Yeah,” you said louder, chest heavin’. “Fuck you.”

He nodded slow, grip loosening as he let your arm fall.

“You better watch how you fuckin talkin’ to me,” he said, voice steel-hard. “And if you bold enough to say it, you better be bold enough to make good on it.”

You turned, walkin’ fast toward the bedroom. You ain’t know if you wanted to scream into a pillow or tear the sheets up. You ain’t even hear his footsteps, but you felt him right behind you—tall shadow heat pressin’ close.

“Sammie, fuck you. I hate you nigga deadass. You ain’t shit. Just like the rest of ‘em. Dirty. A liar. I don’t know why I thought you was different. Why I thought you’d love me for real.”

That stopped him cold in the hallway.

You could feel it—the shift.

Then you felt him.

A hand closin’ ‘round your wrist, pullin’ you back, pressin’ you up against the wall in one smooth motion. His palm came up, firm ‘round your throat—not squeezin’ too tight, just holdin’ you in place.

You looked up into eyes that was all storm and no light.

“I know I fucked up,” he said, voice rough. “I been sayin’ that like a broke damn record. But don’t you ever stand here and act like I ain’t never loved you.”

His grip tightened just a little. A soft gasp left your lips. Your smaller hand came up, fingers restin’ over his.

“I love you more than anybody ever could. But you think that give you the right to hit me, disrespect me, throw my name in the dirt like I ain’t bled for you too?”

You swallowed hard, breath catchin’.

“I’m gon’ show you,” he murmured, voice low but heavy. “By the time I’m done, you gon’ feel all the shit I been carryin’. All of it.���

Then he stepped back, hand slidin’ away slow, lettin’ you breathe again. You stayed there, chest risin’ and fallin’, vision blurry—but not from tears this time. From how hot the air between y’all had gotten.

He tilted his head toward the bedroom door.

You was still breathin’ hard when he locked that bedroom door, slow and sure. Always did that. Said it made his nerves settle knowin’ he was closed in with just you.

“Sit down,” he said again, voice low but thick now, dark like syrup.

You ain’t move right away. You just stood there, lips still tinglin’, chest tight, still hearin’ him say he loved you like it was a vow and a warning all at once.

“I said,” he took two steps forward, slow and solid, “sit down, baby.”

You ain’t know if it was the way his gold caught the low light, or the way his drawl wrapped around that word “baby” like he’d never stopped sayin’ it, but your knees moved on their own. You sank onto the edge of the bed, hands in your lap, eyes trackin’ him like prey.

He came closer, pulled his hoodie off, chain swingin’, his whole chest breathin’ deep like he was tryin’ to hold back somethin’ fierce. He stood in front of you, thumb and two fingers slid under your chin, tilted your face up.

“ you hate me,” he murmured, brows pullin’ together just a little. “Say it again.”

You opened your mouth, but nothin’ came. Your lips quivered, jaw tight. He looked down at you, real slow, takin’ you in. His hand moved—thumb draggin’ across your bottom lip, just enough pressure to make you tremble.

“That what we on now?” he asked, voice even. “Hatin’ each other?”

You shook your head slow, breath catchin’.

“Nah,” he said, lettin’ go and standin’ tall again, lookin’ down at you like he already knew. “You mad, yeah. Hurt. But hate? That ain’t in you, not for me.”

You couldn’t deny that. Didn’t want to. He leaned down, mouth close to your ear now, lips just brushin’.

“Gone lay back, baby. Let me make it right.”

You hesitated. He waited. Then you did it, breath shaky as your spine hit the sheets.

He peeled his shirt off slow, belt next, every movement deliberate. He wasn’t in no rush. You watched him like a storm was comin’. And it was.

He climbed over you, arms on either side of your head, breath fannin’ across your neck. His voice was lower now, Southern syrup and smoke.

“You gon’ feel me,” he whispered. “Feel every word I couldn’t say right. Feel every time I shoulda chose you louder.”

His hand slid under your shirt, and you gasped—‘cause this wasn’t soft. This wasn’t sorry. This was claimin’. This was a man tryna repent with his whole body.

And baby, you let him.

He slid down slow, mouth still on yours ‘til the last second. His hand pushed your thigh open again, wider this time, and he looked at you—dead in your eyes, like this wasn’t just lust. It was penance. Worship. He kissed the inside of your knee first, then lower, taking his time.

“You been actin’ like I forgot how to treat you,” he muttered, voice thick as molasses. “Let me remind you what it feel like to be taken care of.”

You barely had time to gasp when he pressed his mouth to you. That first pass of his tongue had you archin’ off the couch. He gripped your hips tight, keepin’ you down.

“Nah, don’t run now,” he said low, lips glistening. “You was talkin’ all that shit a minute ago. You gone take this.”

And you did.

He licked slow at first—broad, hungry strokes that made your breath catch. Then faster, tongue focused right where it needed to be, two fingers slid in easy, curling just right. You cried out, and he smiled against you, tongue never leavin’ you.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, voice damn near feral now. “Let me hear that shit. Don’t hold back, not with me.”

Your hands were in his hair, pullin’—not tryna stop him, just needin’ something to hold on to.

He brought you to the edge and over with no hesitation. He wanted you there. Needed to feel it. You shook under him, legs tremblin’, but he didn’t let up, even when you tried to push his head away.

“Sammie—baby I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he said, voice thick with hunger. “You gon’ come again. Open back up for me.”

He spread you with both hands, dove in again like he couldn’t breathe without you on his tongue. This time, he kept his eyes on yours the whole time.

“Don’t look away,” he said, breathin’ against you. “Wanna see your face when you fall apart.”

And you did—again, harder this time, back archin’, his name fallin’ from your lips in broken, breathless moans.

When he came back up, his mouth was wet, and so were his eyes—just a lil’ bit.

“Tell me right now,” he said, leanin’ in close, lips ghostin’ yours, “that you ain’t mine. Say it with a straight face.”

You didn’t say a word. You just pulled him in, kissin’ him deep like you ain’t need no damn words at all.

He lined himself up, slow and steady, slid in deep on the first stroke, and stayed there.

You gasped, grippin’ his shoulders.

He didn’t move at first. Just let you feel it. All of it.

“You feel that?” he whispered against your mouth. “That’s me. I been here. Ain’t never left you, baby. Not really.”

You nodded, eyes damn near rollin’ back.

He started movin’ deep, slow strokes that filled you up and made your toes curl. One hand on your thigh, the other flat on the bed keepin’ him grounded. But his eyes never left your face.

“You still mad?” he asked, voice shaky with restraint.

You shook your head.

“You still hate me?”

“No,” you whispered.

He kissed you again, harder now, hips pickin’ up pace. The couch creaked under y’all but neither of you cared.

“Say you mine.”

“I’m yours, Sammie. Always was.”

“That’s right,” he said, buryin’ his face in your neck. “That’s right, baby.”

And when y’all finally came, it wasn’t just heat—it was every ounce of anger, pain, love, and regret burnin’ out at once. Both of y’all shakin’, holdin’ on like the world might end if you let go.

He didn’t move for a while. Just stayed there, buried deep, head on your chest, heart beatin’ fast against yours.

“I love you,” he said again, voice hoarse.

You kissed his temple, stroked his hair.

“I know, Sammie. You looked at him laughing a little. This made him look at you now “what”. He spoke laughing a little too. “Nothing you just barely made it out PK”. He ain’t say a word just say up looked at you real slow.

Your body was folded under him now—face in the pillow, back arched just right, his weight pressed firm and familiar behind you. Sammie’s hand gripped your hip like he owned it, other one flat on your lower back, steadyin’ you as he moved inside you slow… deep… like he meant every stroke.

“That shit you said…” he muttered, breath hot against your shoulder, “'bout me barely makin’ it out…”

You gasped when he pushed in harder, hittin’ that spot like he been rememberin’ where it was.

“Say some slick shit like that again,” he growled low, “and I’ma show you just how bad I can not make it out.”

He gave a rougher thrust that had you grabbing at the sheets, teeth bitin’ the pillow to keep from cryin’ out too loud. His hand slid up your back, fingers spread, keepin’ you grounded.

“This what you wanted, huh?” he grunted. “Actin’ like you ain’t need me, like you could just walk off and forget—nah. You mine, baby.”

You tried to speak but the rhythm—slow but mean—had you breathless, body trembling under him.

“I’m not gon’ leave you,” he said softer this time, voice thrummin’ deep in your ear. “Don’t care how mad you get, how loud you yell, how many times you hang up on me. I’m not leavin’. I’m here.”

His lips brushed the side of your neck, teeth grazin’, breath hot.

“It’s just us. Always been just us. Can’t no clout, no bitch, no dumb shit change that.”

His strokes slowed down but sank in deeper, hips grindin’ like he was tryna leave pieces of himself inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissin’ your spine. “Sorry if I made you feel like it wasn’t you. Like you wasn’t enough. You everything to me.”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. The way he was movin’, talkin’, lovin’—it was too much and not enough all at once.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice husky.

You nodded into the pillow.

“That’s all me. And I’m yours too.”

He stayed buried deep, arms wrapping ‘round your waist, chest to your back now, lettin’ y’all melt into each other.

“I ain’t lettin’ go,” he whispered again. “So don’t run no more. Ain’t nowhere to go that I won’t follow.”

A month later, everything had shifted. You were back together—solid this time. Sammie had taken you on the most beautiful date, the Delta sky lit up behind him as he dropped to one knee with a band you damn near cried over.

Of course, the messy-ass Shaderoom posted it too, caught the whole moment in 4K, and while everybody had something to say… you could care less.

It was just you, your man, and music now.

You sat across from each other in the studio, separate mics, hearts synced.

Stack and Smoke were on the other side of the glass, watching like it was a damn movie. Smoke nudged Stack, a smirk on his face.

“See that? That’s how you get your woman back,” Smoke said.

Stack shook his head slow, arms crossed. “Nah, bruh. That’s how you stay soft.”

Smoke laughed, “Yeah, but they soft in love.”

Stack rolled his eyes, leaned forward, and pressed the intercom.

“Aight,” he said, voice dry but eyes warm, “seein’ as this whole thing was kinda my fault… I figured y’all could take it out on the track, leave it in this booth.”

He let go of the button, nodding at Smoke to hit play.

The bass hit like it knew your name, low and dirty and full of space. You closed your eyes and let it pour through you, your voice slipping in smooth—raw, emotional, laced with love and pain. Smoke looked at Stack with a raised brow, Stack just nodded, lips curled up. Sammie watched you, head bobbing slow, admiring the way you moved with the beat, your sound—his favorite place.

Your eyes found his as you sang directly to him now. That verse hit different, full of everything you couldn’t say in the mess. He slid one headphone down, nodding with the beat, then walked up to his mic with that same locked-in look.

The beat dipped darker, slower. He didn’t even glance at the paper—just went in, voice low, controlled. That whole verse sounded like an apology without ever sayin’ the words. Just you and him, pain and promise, trading bars like vows. Music wrapped around y’all like smoke.

You joined in, harmonizing with him—two voices, one body of hurt, healing, and heat. It wasn’t just a song. It was y’all. A reckoning. A release. A hit.

Later that night, Shaderoom posted a snippet of the session:

🎤🔥 Y’ALL HEAR THIS??? That tension in the booth got me sweating. Sammie & his girl locked in again, for real this time. Engagement, a studio session, and now a collab? Whew 😮‍💨

Comments flooded in:

• “They arguing on the beat and I love it 😭”

• “You can HEAR the makeup sex in her vocals.”

• “He really said I’m sorry through a 16-bar verse 🥲”

• “Soft men winning 2025 fr.”

And somewhere under it all, a pinned comment from Sammie’s burner account:

“Only one mic I’m sharing like that. Forever.”

Hit. Made. Hearts mended.

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Hey yall omg this took a minute- so enjoy this from me on my way home from therapy😏 hopefully it’s all cohesive ngl Im a little high.

Thank yall for reading sexies😏🤞🏾🎀

[myhobari]

hi beauts!! if you want a story to ease your mind, leave a request. with any one, and anything.

i got you.

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- just relax.

miles caton x black reader

Summary -

After a longgg and tiring day at work, you arrive home feeling weighed down by the day's challenges. Fortunately, your thoughtful boyfriend is there to sense what you need, ready to offer comfort and support to help you unwind and feel cherished.

First piece of writing everrr! Let me know if you enjoyed :3

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You unlock the front door with what feels like the last bit of energy you’ve got. The day’s weight hits you all at once—mentally, physically, emotionally. You don’t even make it past the entryway before your Telfar slides off your shoulder and drops to the floor. A second later, you kick off your heels with a dull clatter.

Everything hurts. Your feet are screaming, your back feels like it’s been twisted up for hours, and your head’s been pulsing since lunch.

“Miles?” you call out, voice low, tired.

From the kitchen, you hear him:

“In here, baby. I got you.”

You walk in and pause.

The lights are low. A candle flickers on the counter.

And there he is—barefoot, in soft gray sweats and a black tee that fits a little too well. Your playlist hums low in the background, that chill, vibey mix he swears he didn’t make just for you.

He turns, sees your face, and all the playfulness in his eyes shifts to something softer. Sweeter.

“Rough day?” he asks, already making his way to you.

You just nod, and before you can even say more, his arms are around you—warm, steady, grounding.

His lips press to your forehead, then your cheek.

Then your shoulder.

And then finally, to your lips—a slow, lingering kiss that makes your chest loosen just a little.

“Let me take care of you,” he says quietly.

“Been waiting to touch you all day.”

He leads you to the bathroom, and your breath catches.

The tub is already full—steamy, calm, and smelling faintly of eucalyptus and something sweet. A candle flickers in the corner. The mirror’s fogged a little.

You blink. “Wait—when did you do all this?”

“Like thirty minutes ago,” he says, grinning softly. “You texted me that one-word reply earlier, I knew you were about to come home burnt out.”

His hands rest at your waist, thumbs rubbing slow, easy circles. He doesn’t rush anything. Not your clothes. Not your earrings. Not even your socks. He takes his time—stripping you down with care, like he’s undoing the day piece by piece. Even kisses your ankle after pulling off your sock.

You ease into the tub, sinking into the warmth with a soft sigh. It’s instant relief.

He sits next to the tub, close enough for his knuckles to trail lightly across your shoulder. Just that little touch makes you melt a bit more.

“You work too hard, baby,” he says, voice low.

You smile tiredly.

“Miles… you know I love my job. It just gets overwhelming sometimes. Plus, I don’t always want to depend on you.”

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t get defensive.

He just leans in, brushes his thumb across your cheek.

“I know you love it. And I love that you care so much about what you do. But listen—needing me sometimes doesn’t make you weak. You’re allowed to lean on me, alright? That’s what I’m here for.”

You hold your breath for a moment, letting the anticipation build as you gaze into his eyes, sparkles of emotion dancing between you. Your heart races, finally beginning to steady.

He leans in, his forehead touching yours, and the world around you fades.

“Let me hold you up when you’re tired. That’s all I’m asking.” The intensity of his words ignites something deep within you.

You nod, a single movement that carries so much weight. It’s all you can muster, and yet it’s everything.

The bath water splashes playfully around you, his hand warm against your skin. The room hums with tranquility, the playlist weaving a dreamy backdrop—each note pulling you further into bliss.

Minutes slip away in peaceful, intoxicating stillness. And then, his voice slices through the serenity, barely above a whisper:

“Wanna eat something after? I made your favorite.”

A smile blooms on your lips, eyes still closed, anticipation tingling at your fingertips.

“Yeah… I’d love that.”

⸻

When he finally helps you out of the tub, he wraps you in the softest towel imaginable—one that’s been warmed up just for you in the dryer.

There’s no rush. No pressure—just his comforting presence enveloping you.

As he carries you to bed, your legs elegantly draped over his arm and your head resting on his chest, a thrilling sense of safety washes over you. It’s the kind of security that needs no words, just a steady, undeniable connection.

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Part 2

[myhobari]

Y’all i think i wanna start writing 🧍🏽‍♀️

[myhobari]

going through the worst rn, need this

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My Dearest Situationship.ᝰ.ᐟ (Pt 2)

Tony Stark x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ After a passionate night spent together, Tony wants to show you he's serious about the relationship. He plans an extraordinary date, aiming to win your heart and lay the groundwork for a committed future. As the night unfolds, you face a critical decision: accept his efforts and forge a path together, or admit that your differing expectations are insurmountable. Everything hangs on how you choose to respond to Tony's gesture of love.

⤷ Oneshot, smut/fluff so here’s the warning! Sugar daddy, yearning, public sex, and romance of course~

⤷ A/N: (Part one if you missed it) Originally this didn’t have a part two in mind but after someone requested it I could definitely make it happen😝 I apologize in advance if it sucks. So as a reminder, a space like this “____” just means to insert your name. I just lowkey don’t wanna use the term “Y/N”.

⤷ Word count: 2,601

⤷ Special song to add spice: Some Of Your Love - PARTYNEXTDOOR

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The dim glow of the restaurant’s chandeliers casts a golden hue over the room, reflecting off the crystal glasses and silverware. The air is heavy with the scent of truffle oil and red wine, but he steals your focus tonight. Tony Stark sits across from you, his body leaning forward just slightly as if he’s hanging onto every word that slips past your lips. His dark eyes flicker with an intensity that makes your stomach twist—part nerves, part desire. He’s impossible to ignore, you think, even as you try to maintain some semblance of composure.

“You know,” he begins, his voice low and smooth, like velvet dipped in honey, “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like you.” He swirls his glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, the deep red liquid catching the light. His gaze doesn’t waver from yours, and it’s almost too much. Almost.

You smirk, lifting your glass to your lips. “That’s because there is no one like me, Tony. You’re lucky I even agreed to this date.”

His laugh is soft, but it carries a warmth that spreads through you like wildfire. “Lucky? Sweetheart, I’d say that’s the understatement of the century.” He leans back in his chair, his tailored suit stretching over his broad shoulders. Even in this opulent setting, he exudes a raw, magnetic energy that makes your pulse quicken.

The conversation flows effortlessly, as it always does between the two of you. He tells you about a new project he’s working on, something about a new way to power the Stark Tower with an Arc reactor. But your mind keeps drifting to the way his hand brushes against yours when he reaches for the salt. The way his voice drops an octave when he says your name. The way his presence alone feels like it’s consuming you, inch by inch.

But then, a pause. A beat of silence where the weight of unspoken truths hangs heavy in the air. His expression softens, and you notice the faintest crease between his brows. “___… I need to ask you something.”

Your heart skips. Here it comes. “Go ahead,” you say, trying to keep your tone casual, though your fingers tighten around the stem of your wine glass.

He exhales slowly as if choosing his words carefully. "Taking you on this date is my way of showing you that my feelings for us are real and strong. But I'm also curious about what's going on for you in all this. Could you share your thoughts and feelings with me?” His voice is steady, but there’s a vulnerability there that catches you off guard. “Because I can’t keep pretending this is just… whatever it is we’re calling it. I know said “Small steps’ but I can’t help but want to walk faster with you..”

You swallow hard, and your throat suddenly dry. “Tony…”

“No, let me finish.” He sets his glass down and leans closer, his eyes searching yours. “When I’m with you, everything else fades away. You’re all I see, all I want. But when we’re apart…” He trails off, shaking his head. “I don’t want to wonder where this is going anymore. I want you. All of you. Not just these stolen moments.”

Your chest tightens at his words. They’re raw, honest, and so utterly Tony. But they also terrify you. Because he’s right. When you’re together, it’s electric. Unstoppable. But when you’re apart, you retreat into your independence, your self-sufficiency. It’s who you are. And yet…

“I…” Your voice falters, and you look down at your hands, unsure of how to respond. How do you explain the part of you that craves him just as much as he craves you? The part that wants to let go, to surrender to this whirlwind romance, even as another part fights to hold on to what you’ve built for yourself?

Before you can find the words, his hand covers yours, warm and firm. “Hey,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Look at me.”

You lift your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes steals your breath. “I’m not asking you to change who you are. I’m asking you to let me be a part of your life. A real part. No more games, no more holding back.” His voice is soft but determined, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

For a moment, you’re frozen, caught between the pull of his words and the instinct to protect yourself. But then, something shifts. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the world. Maybe it’s the way his touch ignites something deep within you. Or maybe it’s the realization that this man, this infuriatingly brilliant, impossibly charming man, has somehow found his way into your heart despite your best efforts to keep him out.

Whatever it is, it’s enough to make you lean in, your lips parting as if drawn by an unseen force. And suddenly, his mouth is on yours, hot and insistent, swallowing any protests before they can form. The kiss is hungry, desperate, and so damn perfect that it makes your head spin. His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer as if he can’t get enough.

The rest of the restaurant fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other. His tongue teases yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, sending sparks shooting through your veins. When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard, your faces inches apart.

“Damn,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “You still have no idea what you do to me.”

A small, breathless laugh escapes you. “I think I might have some idea.”

His grin is pure mischief as he stands, never breaking eye contact. Without a word, he takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. The room spins slightly, but you don’t care. Not when he’s leading you toward the private bathroom, his grip firm and possessive.

Once inside, he locks the door behind you, and the air between you crackles with tension. His hands are on you instantly, sliding up your sides, pushing your dress higher until you feel the cool marble countertop against your thighs.

“Tony…” you breathe, your voice trembling as his fingers trace the edge of your lace panties.

“Tell me you want this,” he demands, his gaze locking onto yours. “Tell me you want me.”

There’s no hesitation this time. “Yes,” you whisper, your hands gripping the lapels of his jacket. “I want you. All of you.”

His answering groan is low and primal, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. In one swift motion, he lifts you onto the counter, his lips crashing into yours once more. His hands roam freely, exploring every inch of you as if he’s memorizing your body.

And then, it happens. The first brush of his fingers against your most sensitive spot, the way he teases you until you’re writhing beneath him. His name spills from your lips in a broken moan, and he smirks against your skin, clearly pleased with himself.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

The words send a thrill through you, and for the first time, you let yourself believe them. Let yourself believe him. Because at this moment, with his hands on you and his voice in your ear, nothing else matters. Not your doubts, not your fears. Just the two of you lost in a whirlwind of passion and possibility.

And as he sinks into you, his movements slow and deliberate, you realize that this is it. This is what you’ve been running from what you’ve been craving without even knowing it.

“Tony…” you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as he drives you closer to the edge.

“I’ve got you,” he growls, his lips hovering over yours. “Always.”

And you believe him.

The world narrows to the rhythm of Tony’s hips, the way he fills you, the way he owns you without demanding it. His breath is hot against your neck, his lips brushing your skin with promises that make your heart race. Your back presses against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between you.

”Tony…” you whisper again, your voice trembling with need. He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he moves faster, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulls you closer, deeper.

”I’ve never felt like this before,” he murmurs, his voice low and ragged. ”You… you’re everything ___.”

His words send a shiver down your spine. You clench around him, your body responding to the raw honesty in his voice. He groans, his forehead resting against yours as he fights to maintain control. You could hear how wet you were. As you watched how it looked as his dick moved in and out of you. 

”Don’t stop,” you plead, your fingers tangling in his hair. You need him. All of him.

He doesn’t. His thrusts grow harder, more urgent, and you can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you. His hand slips between your bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes your knees weak.

”Finish on this dick, baby,” he growls, his voice commanding but tender. ”I want to feel you.”

You can’t hold back. The wave crashes over you, your body tightening around him as you cry out his name. He follows you over the edge, his movements stuttering as he loses himself in you.

For a small moment, there’s only silence, the sound of your ragged breaths echoing in the small space. You stay like that, connected, neither of you willing to break the spell.

”You’re mine,” Tony finally says, his voice firm but filled with something softer, something that makes your chest ache. ”Officially. No going back now.”

You look up at him, his eyes dark but warm, and something shifts inside you. This isn’t just lust. It’s more. It’s always been more.

”I’m yours,” you whisper, the words slipping out before you can second-guess them.

His lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile. ”Good,” he says, his voice rough. ”Because I’m not letting you go.”

He pulls back gently, helping you balance as your legs threaten to give out. His hands are steady on your hips, his touch grounding you even as your head spins.

”Let’s get out of here,” he says, bending to pick up your dress from the floor. He helps you into it, his fingers brushing your skin in a way that makes you shiver.

You nod, still dazed, and let him guide you out of the bathroom. The restaurant is empty, the staff discreetly absent as Tony leads you to the door. His car is waiting outside, and he opens the door for you with a flourish.

”After you, my lady,” he says, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something else, something deeper.

You slide into the car, the leather seat cool against your skin. He joins you a moment later, his body heat immediatelywarming the space between you. The driver pulls away from the curb, the city lights blurring past the window.

Tony’s hand finds yours, his fingers lacing through yours in a way that feels natural, inevitable.

”You’re quiet,” he observes, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

”Just thinking,” you admit, your voice soft.

”About?” he prompts, his tone light but his eyes intense.

You hesitate, then decide to be honest. ”About us. About what this means.”

He smiles, a slow, confident curve of his lips. ”It means whatever you want it to mean,” he says. ”But I know what I want.”

”And what’s that?” you ask, your heart picking up speed again.

”You,” he says simply. ”All of you. For as long as you’ll have me.”

The words hang in the air between you, heavy with meaning. You look at him, really look at him, and see the vulnerability behind his confidence. It’s that, more than anything, that makes you believe him.

”You’ve got me,” you say, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside you. _” For as long as you want me.”

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The drive to Tony’s penthouse was quiet, the kind of quiet that wraps around you like a blanket. The city lights blurred past the windows, and you could feel the weight of his words still lingering in the air. ‘For as long as you’ll have me.‘You glanced at him, his profile sharp against the dim glow of the dashboard. His hand rested on the gearshift, fingers tapping softly, a nervous rhythm that betrayed the calm exterior he always wore so well.

When the car pulled up to the sleek high-rise, he stepped out and opened your door before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt. His hand extended toward you, warm and steady, and you took it without hesitation. The elevator ride was silent, but his eyes never left yours, and the intensity in them made your stomach flutter. He leaned in, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered, ”I’ve got a surprise for you.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. ”Another one? Tony, you’re spoiling me.”

”You deserve to be spoiled,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. The elevator doors slid open, and he led you into the penthouse, the space lit by the soft glow of the city skyline. He guided you to the living room, where a small velvet box sat perched on the coffee table.

Your heartbeat quickened as you stared at it, your mind racing. ”Tony, what is this?”

He stepped behind you, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. ”Open it,” he urged, his breath warm against your neck.

You reached for the box, your fingers trembling slightly as you lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in the soft velvet, was a stunning heart-shaped diamond necklace. The light caught the facets, sending tiny rainbows skittering across the room. You gasped, your hand flying to your mouth. ”Tony… this is too much.”

”No,” he said firmly, his voice steady. ”It’s not enough. Not for you.” He took the necklace from the box, his fingers brushing against yours as he did. ”Turn around.”

You obeyed, your breath hitching as his hands moved to the back of your neck, his fingers deftly clasping the necklace. When he was done, he turned you back to face him, his eyes locking onto yours. ”Do you see it now?” he asked, his voice soft but insistent. ”How serious I am about us? About you?”

You touched the necklace, the cool metal warm against your skin from his touch. ”I see it,” you whispered, your voice wavering. ”But I don’t think I could accept this, it must have been so expensive.”

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. ”You will, and money isn’t an issue when it comes to you,” he promised. ”I don’t want you to overthink about numbers on a price tag. You deserve everything you desire.”

The sincerity in his eyes made your heartache. You leaned into his touch, your lips parting as he leaned in, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. You could feel the heat of his body, the way his heart raced against yours. You loved every second of it.

As the night wore on, you both laughed, shared tender kisses, and talked about everything and anything. Most importantly, you both finally defined what you were. You’re no longer in that murky 'situationship' phase; you’re now in a committed relationship, officially.

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But I hope this part two wasn't too lame- please let me know if you have any requests!! I love you all... ᥫ᭡

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One Night, Two Worlds ᝰ.ᐟ (Pt 1)

Captain America x F!Black Reader. 

˗ˏˋ After having a stressful week at work you decided to go out on the town to hit a few bars. A night of unexpected passion with a charismatic stranger soon turns into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions when you found out a surprising secret about him.

⤷ Oneshot, Smut/Nsfw, so here’s the warning! Also, he's mainly dominant, rough, and dirty talk, lots!

⤷ A/N: Let’s start off with something right for our favorite capsicle, enjoy this. ;) 

⤷ Special song to add spice: One Of The Girls by The Weekend ft Jennie & Lily Rose Depp.

⤷ Word count: 2,627

The weight of the week pressed down on your shoulders like a lead blanket. Late nights at the office, endless emails, and a boss who seemed to thrive on your stress had left you frayed at the edges. 

You needed an escape. Something—or someone—to pull you out of the void of monotony. So, you did what any sane, overworked woman would do: 

You did your hair in that perfect natural hairstyle you love. You put together a perfect outfit for the night. A black fitted top, with the shortest skirt you had in your closet. Adding on some cute heels to the outfit. 

You did your makeup perfectly. You were thanking the makeup GODS for letting your base look this flawless. Not forgetting to apply your favorite lip combo and grab your purse. Then you hit the town alone.

The lights of New York City blurred together as you stepped out of your condo’s lobby. Your heels clicking against the pavement.

Thankfully no one parked in your spot today so your car was parked close to your house. 

Your BMW hummed as you drove downtown, the bass from your playlist reverberating through your chest. 

You parked outside a sleek bar, the kind with dim lighting and an air of exclusivity. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. The bar was packed with bodies, the low murmur of conversation punctuated by bursts of laughter. 

You walked over to the bar and ordered a drink—something strong—and let the music wash over you. Your shoulders finally beginning to loosen.

That’s when you noticed, him.

He was sitting at the far end of the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand. Broad shoulders, a jawline that could cut glass, and those eyes. Blue, piercing, and locked on you. 

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you didn’t look away. Boldness was in your nature, after all. 

You took a sip of your drink, letting your gaze linger just long enough to make your intentions clear.

He then stood up, he was tall, impossibly tall, with again those broad shoulders that filled out his leather jacket perfectly. His blond hair was slightly messy, and there was a ruggedness to him that made him stand out in the sea of polished suits and designer dresses. The way his stride was confident but not cocky at all. 

“Can I buy you another drink?” he asked, his voice smooth, deep, and carrying just the slightest hint of a smile.     

That damn smile.

You hadn’t meant to flirt. Really, you hadn’t. But when he walked over, his presence commanding, and asked if you were waiting for someone, you couldn’t help but smirk. “Not anymore,” you replied, leaning in just enough to let him know you were interested.

His name was Steve. He was charming, confident, and—most importantly—he knew how to make you forget about your week. The conversation flowed easily, his deep voice cutting through the music as he leaned in close to hear you. There was something about him—something magnetic—and before you knew it, you were laughing, touching his arm, seducing him.

“You’re trouble,” he said at one point, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I like that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Trouble? Me? I think you’re the one who’s trouble.”

He shrugged a slow, deliberate movement that sent your mind spiraling. “Maybe. But you started this.”

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Now, here you were, his body pressed against yours, his hands roaming as the crowd around you buzzed with energy. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his want, and it made your stomach twist in the best way possible.

“I’m not backing out,” you said, your voice steadier now. “I just didn’t think you’d be so bold.”

He chuckled again, his fingers tightening on your hip. “You don’t know me very well, do you?”

No, you thought, but you wanted to.

His lips trailed down your neck, and you tilted your head to give him better access. “Tell me where,” he repeated, his voice a command this time.

You swallowed, your heart racing. “Your place,” you said, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

He didn’t hesitate. “Let’s go.”

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His apartment was closer than you expected, a sleek, modern space that smelled faintly of leather and sandalwood. He didn’t waste time. The moment the door closed behind you, he was on you, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hungry, demanding, and you matched his energy, your hands fisting in his shirt.

The moment his lips left yours, you gasped for air, your chest rising and falling as if you’d just run a marathon. Steve was still close, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his hands gripping your hips like he owned them. 

His breath was warm against your neck as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

“You have no idea how much I need you right now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. 

His hands slid up your sides, possessive and deliberate, until they settled on your shoulders, pinning you gently but firmly against the wall. The coolness of the surface at your back contrasted sharply with the fire coursing through your veins.

You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck to him, an invitation he didn’t hesitate to accept. His teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. You let out a soft whimper, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you tried to steady yourself. But Steve wasn’t interested in slow or steady. He moved with urgency, his kiss traveling down your throat, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

“Tell me you want this,” he growled against your collarbone, his hands slipping under the hem of your top. His fingers were calloused, rough against your sensitive skin, and the contrast only heightened the thrill.

You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a shaky moan as his thumb brushed over the curve of your breast.

His chuckle was dark, amused, and it only made you ache more.

 “That’s not an answer,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were smoldering, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling as you finally managed to speak. “I want this… I want you.”

The effect was instantaneous. His grip tightened, and before you could blink, he spun you around, pressing you face-first into the wall. His body pressed against yours from behind, leaving no room for escape—not that you wanted to.

His hands roamed freely now, sliding down your sides, over your hips, and finally gripping your thighs. With one fluid motion, he hiked up your skirt, exposing the delicate lace beneath.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”

His palm smacked against your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp. The pain melted into pleasure almost instantly, and you arched your back, pushing yourself closer to him. Steve chuckled again, but there was nothing playful about it this time. It was raw, primal, and it set every nerve in your body alight.

“Good girl,” he purred, his hands gliding over your curves as if memorizing every inch. 

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

You nodded, unable to form coherent words anymore. He trailed kisses along your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your skin as he worked his way down your back. Each touch, each bite, left you craving more. By the time he reached the small of your back, you were practically trembling with need.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. You obeyed without hesitation, spinning to face him. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then he was on you again, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that was all-consuming.

Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He let you struggle for a moment before taking over, ripping the fabric open with a single, forceful tug.

Buttons scattered across the floor, but neither of you cared. His chest was sculpted, perfect, and you couldn’t resist running your hands over the defined muscles, tracing the ridges and scars that told stories you were dying to hear.

He groaned as your fingers explored, his hands moving to the waistband of your skirt. With a quick yank, he pulled it down, letting it pool at your feet. You stepped out of it, kicking it aside, and then his hands were on your thighs again, lifting you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carried you to the couch.

When he lowered you onto the cushions, his movements were anything but gentle. He straddled you, his weight pressing you into the soft leather as his hands pinned yours above your head. His lips found yours again, fierce and demanding, and you kissed him back with everything you had.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against your lips, his voice cracking with emotion. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His free hand slid between your legs, fingertips brushing against the damp fabric of your underwear. You bucked your hips instinctively, seeking more friction, but he held you in place, his grip unyielding.

“Patience,” he teased, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves through the lace. “I want to savor every second of this.”

You whimpered, your nails digging into his wrist as he continued to tease you. The tension built with every stroke, every flick of his thumb, until you thought you might explode. Just when you were on the edge, he stopped, pulling back to admire the wreck he’d made of you.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “So desperate for me.”

Before you could protest, his fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down your legs. The cool air hit your exposed skin, but it did nothing to quench the fire burning inside you. Steve positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he lowered himself slowly, deliberately.

And then he smirked, the cocky bastard. “Beg for it.”

Your breath hitched, trembling as you felt his weight press down between your thighs. His smirk was maddening, infuriating, and utterly intoxicating all at once. The way he looked at you—like you were already his—sent shivers down your spine, even as the heat pooled low in your belly.

“Beg for it,” he repeated his voice a low growl that vibrated through your chest. His fingers trailed along your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him but not quite touching.

You clenched your teeth, determined to hold out, but Steve wasn’t having it. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I know you want this. I can feel how wet you are for me.” His breath was hot, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core.

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, a soft whimper escaped, betraying your resolve. Steve chuckled darkly, his hand sliding higher until his fingertips just grazed the slick heat between your legs. You jerked involuntarily, your hips lifting toward his touch, but he pulled back again, leaving you aching and empty.

“No,” he said firmly, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

 “You don’t get what you want until you ask for it.”

The air between you crackled with tension, your body screaming for relief while he held all the power. You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him he was being unfair, but the words that came out were nothing like what you intended.

“Please…” you whispered, the word barely audible.

Steve raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion as if he hadn’t heard. “What was that?” he asked, leaning closer, his lips hovering inches from yours.

Your face flushed, shame and desire warring within you. But the need was too strong, and before you could stop yourself, you groaned,

 “Please, Steve… I need you.”

His grin widened, victory gleaming in his eyes. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, finally giving in and letting his fingers slide through your folds. You gasped, arching into his touch as he teased your entrance, circling your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Every movement was calculated, designed to drive you wild, and it was working.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he slipped a finger inside you, curling it just enough to make you cry out.

You nodded frantically, your hands gripping the back of the couch for dear life. “Yes… god, yes—”

But then he stopped, pulling his hand away completely. You nearly sobbed at the loss, your entire body trembling with frustration. “Steve… please, don’t stop—"

He cut you off with another smirk, his free hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look at him. “I didn’t say you could stop begging.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, your pride warring with the undeniable ache between your legs. Finally, you gave in, your voice breaking as you pleaded, “Please, Steve… I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

The moment the words left your lips, something shifted in him. His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by raw, unbridled hunger. In one swift motion, he yanked you forward, positioning you on the edge of the couch with your legs spread wide. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather sliding through loops making your pulse race.

He stepped closer, his length pressing against your thigh as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. “Good girl,”he murmured, his voice thick with praise that sent a thrill through you. Then, without warning, he pushed into you, filling you completely in one smooth stroke.

You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The pleasure was overwhelming, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. Steve’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you with relentless force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your ragged breaths and desperate moans.

“Look at you,” he growled, his fingers tightening on your waist as he angled himself to hit that perfect spot inside you. “Taking me so well. Begging for it like you couldn’t live without me.”

You couldn’t argue, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. The coil of pleasure inside you tightened with every thrust, every word he uttered only adding to the fire burning through your veins. You clung to him, your legs wrapping around his waist as he claimed every inch of you.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. And just like that, you did.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure ripped through you. Steve didn’t let up, his pace never faltering as he chased his own release. With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his voice breaking as he groaned your name.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both lost in the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. Then, slowly, Steve pulled back, his hands still trembling as they rested on your thighs.

“Well,” he said, his smirk returning as he met your gaze. “That was fun. Wanna go again?”

GUYS- GUYS- I GET INTO THE MOMENT AND WRITE SO MUCH!#*$* I'm gonna have to do a part two because I fear I would hate it to be too long, and you lose interest in reading. I also love to keep y'all on your toes 😝 but I know y'all will love it, too. It'll be up in the next 48 hours.

After laughing with the girls- I GOTTA ADD THIS EDIT SO Y'ALL CAN SEE WHAT WE'RE SEEING!!!

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༘⋆ Part two awaits you soon... ⋆˙⟡

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Revenge

Idris Elba as Marcus

WARNING: EXHIBITIONISM, CHEATING, SMUT, 18+

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“ This is a good Friday. We got a 4 day weekend and we finished early? This day couldn’t get any better. “ Marcus’s co-worker John says while packing up his briefcase.

“ I know right. Vanessa is gonna be happy about this. With our busy schedules, we’ve been trying to find some alone time together. “ Marcus says while grabbing his briefcase.

“ Well you go ahead and get home to your wife, i’ll see you next week man. “

John daps him before leaving. Marcus tries calling Vanessa but she didn’t answer. Assuming she was napping, he went to a nearby flower shop and picked up her favorite flowers and drove home. When he got home, he walked in through the front door and quietly took off his shoes and jacket to surprise her. He snuck upstairs with the flowers and the closer he got to the bedroom door, he heard her moaning. He peaks through the cracked bedroom door and saw the worst thing that could happen to someone in a marriage.

In their bedroom, he saw Vanessa riding a unfamiliar man in their bed. The man wrapped his arm around her waist to switch positions and when the man flipped them both over, he got a quick look at his face and seen that it was his best friend Isaiah. Marcus’s heart was in his stomach. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

He went downstairs quietly while tears were running down his face. He was so angry and hurt he didn’t know what to do. He slammed the flowers on the couch and wanted so badly to trash the place but didn’t want to alert them upstairs. Marcus sat on the couch thinking of what to do and a crazy idea lit up in his head. Marcus took off his tie and dress shirt leaving him in his tank top and trousers. He walked over to a hallway closet and opened up their safe to grab his 9 MM. He placed the weapon in his waistband and grabbed 2 chairs from the kitchen table and rope from the closet and carried them upstairs.

He sat them outside of the door and kicked the door open making them jump and Vanessa hop off of Isaiah.

“ Oh my god babe! “ Vanessa says in shock while covering herself with the blanket.

“ Shit! “ Isaiah says while covering himself up as well.

“ So this is what the fuck you do while taking care of us?! You cheating on me ?! and with my bestfriend ?! “ Marcus yelled.

“ I-I Babe it’s not what it looks like i swe- “ Vanessa begins to say.

“ Don’t give me that bullshit Vanessa! Are you fucking kidding me?! And you’re really gonna fuck my wife?! “ Marcus says speaking to Isaiah.

“ Just let us explain ma- “

Isaiah begins to get up but Marcus pulls the gun out of his waistband and points it at him making fear wash all over Isaiah’s face.

“ Sit. The Fuck. Down. “ Marcus says sternly making Vanessa scream.

“ Baby please put the gun down! “ Vanessa cried.

“ SHUTUP! “ Marcus says making them both jump. Isaiah sits down beside Vanessa.

“ I can’t believe this shit. 5 years of marriage. 7 years together and you just flushed it down the drain. Why?! “ Marcus asked making them both go quiet.

“ Oh so nobody wants to answer? Okay. “

Marcus backs up into the hall while still pointing the gun at them both and grabs the chairs one by one and tosses them into the room.

“ Isaiah sit your ass down in this chair and you come and tie him up. “ Marcus says making them both confused.

“ What? “

“ Am I speaking another language? MOVE! “

Isaiah and Vanessa both jumped at his yelling and got up and walked over to the chair. Isaiah sat down and Marcus threw rope at Vanessa’s chest. Vanessa whimpered with tears running down her face and begin to tie up Isaiah’s hands and ankles to the chair.

“ Tighter. “

Vanessa pulls the knot tighter and sits down in the other chair.

“ Baby please you don’t have to do this. I love you. I’m so- “

“ I don’t want to hear that shit. Shut the fuck up. “

Marcus puts the gun back in his waistband and ties her up to the chair. He makes sure both of the ties were tight before sitting on the edge of the bed to face them. He looked at them both angrily while his leg bounced.

“ Y/N is a good woman. All these years you’ve been begging for a good woman to come into your life and you get one and screw it up. How do you think she’s gonna feel when she finds out about this? Especially since the woman you cheated with is her own best friend too. “ Marcus speaks up.

“ Don’t bring her into this. She doesn’t need to know. “ Isaiah says with tears down his face.

“ Please leave her out of this Marcus! We can work this out privately! “ Vanessa speaks up.

“ Nah. She deserves to know this shit. “

Marcus walks over to Isaiah’s pants and pulls out his phone out the pocket. Isaiah begged and pleaded for him to not call you but Marcus wasn’t listening. Getting tired of them talking. Marcus walked over to the closet and grabbed 2 bandannas and tied it over their mouths. Marcus sits back on the edge of the bed and calls you on FaceTime with Isaiah’s phone.

You’re currently at work on your break from doing surgeries when you got a call from Isaiah’s phone. Seeing his name pop up on your screen made you smile but you were also confused on why he was calling you at this time.

“ Hey baby. I’m surprised yo- Marcus? What are you doing with Isaiah’s phone? Is he okay?! “ You sat up with concern on your face.

“ Oh yes he’s fine. For now. I just came home early from work to surprise my wife but she surprised me when i found her in bed having sex with Isaiah. “

“ W-wait what? Marcus you’re talking crazy right now. What are y- “

Colin had flipped the camera around to show you Isaiah and Vanessa tied up in their chairs while naked. Isaiah’s tried talking but couldn’t form a word with his mouth tied up. You gasped and covered your mouth with tears beginning to form in your eyes. Marcus turned the camera back on him.

“ Believe me now? “

“ Whatever you’re about to do. Wait until i get there. “ You sniffed while wiping your face.

“ Alright. The back door is unlocked. See you soon. “

Marcus hangs up the phone and Isaiah looks at him angrily while trying to get out of his ties. Vanessa sat there with her head down in shame. You got yourself together and changed into This. After 30 mins of waiting, Marcus heard the door downstairs open and footsteps come up. When you walked into the doorway, Marcus stood up. You walked from behind Isaiah and Vanessa to come into their view. You pulled the bandanna out of Isaiah’s mouth.

“Baby you gotta help u- “

“ Why “

You asked sternly. Isaiah knew you were asking about why he stepped out on you and sighed.

“ You were always so busy! I was lonely and needed you and you weren’t there! “

“ Oh so that’s your excuse? You didn’t think i wanted to be home with you? You didn’t think i was lonely? I was but i never thought for a second on stepping out on you! “ You yelled.

Marcus walked over to Vanessa and pulled the bandanna out of her mouth.

“ Let me guess. You felt the same way. “

“ Y-Yes. Baby please let us go! We can work through this! It won’t happen again! “

Marcus shook his head and placed the bandanna back over her mouth and you did the same to Isaiah.

“ What do you wanna do with them. “

You asked while staring them down with your arms crossed. Marcus sat his gun on the dresser and walks over to you and whispers in your ear ‘how about we give them a taste of their own medicine but right in front of them?’. You looked at him while smirking.

“ You serious? “

You asked while turning to face him. Marcus didn’t say another word but pull you into him and smashed his lips onto yours. You kissed back while running your hands to his belt buckle and undoing his belt. At this point, both Isaiah and Vanessa were panicking and yelling against the bandanna at what they were about to see. Once you heard Marcus’s pants drop, you dropped to your knees and came face to face with his 10 inch dick.

“ Fuck.. You’re so big and heavy. How could you let this go Nes? “

You asked her while smirking. While looking at them both, you inserted him into your mouth making him moan at the warmth and wetness of your mouth. You popped him out of your mouth and licked your lips.

“ You taste so good.. I bet that nut taste even better. “ You smirked up at him while slowly jerking him off.

“ Only one way to find out. “

He says while pushing your hair behind your ears as you wrapped your lips around him again. You begin to suck on him and fit him into your mouth as much as you could. His moans made your pussy soak. You started to suck faster while massaging his heavy sac.

“ Just like that baby.. fuck. Damn Isaiah, your wife has a good mouth on her. She even takes me better than you Nes. “

Marcus bragged making them look at him with tears down their faces. After sucking for awhile, Marcus grabbed your hair into a ponytail and started thrust into your throat making you gag and drool all over your dress. You held onto his thighs for support and let him have control over you.

“ Pretty ass lips wrapped around my dick.. I’ma fill up all your holes.. “

He moaned as he continued on. After awhile, his breathing started to change signaling that he was about to nut. He pulled out of your throat and held your head back while jerking himself off with his tip on your tongue.

“ Fuck.. it’s coming.. swallow all that nut.. SHIT! “

He groaned out as his nut shot out onto your tongue. You moaned at the taste of him and sucked on his tip to get the rest out. You swallowed every drop and stuck out your tongue to show him. He picked you up and sucked on your tongue before engaging in a tongue kiss with you and carrying you to the bed. He laid you on the bed with your head laying near the edge and helped you take off your dress and panties. You brought your legs back and Marcus taps his dick onto your wet pussy.

Ignoring all the cries from Isaiah and Vanessa, Marcus inserts himself slowly into your pussy making your mouth gradually drop as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside your wet canal.

“ You’re so big.. shit.. “ You say breathlessly while trying to adjust to his size.

“ You wrapped around me like a glove. Damn you feel good around me.. “

He says before starting to thrust. You begin to moan as he penetrated your pussy. You never had someone his size before and it was kinda tough to take it but you loved a challenge. You looked down at your pussy gripping him as he slid in and out. Without warning, Marcus begins pounding your pussy making your moans grow increasingly loud.

“ Oh fuck yes! Oh my god i can feel your dick stretching my pussy as you fuck me! “

You moaned loudly before throwing your head back. Marcus smirked while grabbing your throat and pinning one of your legs back into the bed keeping you in place as he started to pound deeper making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth drop.

“ Yeah look at that face.. You see how much your wife is loving this dick? He ever had you like this before Y/N? “ Marcus asked making you shake your head and finally breathe out.

“ No.. Fuck! You’re stuffing this pussy so good! “

Isaiah wanted this to end but this was just the beginning. He never seen you act like this in bed before. As Marcus continued thrusting, he starts hitting your spot and a strange feeling begin to arise.

“ Oh shit! Wait I have to pee Marcus! “ You say while trying to grab at his thighs.

“ That’s not what’s about to happen baby. “

He says while not letting up. A few seconds later, you screamed out in pleasure as your pussy pushed his dick out and begin to squirt all over his stomach. Marcus quickly leaned down and caught some of your juices with his mouth. Isaiah eyes widen and both him and Vanessa squirmed in their chairs trying to break free still.

“ Fuck! Oh my god! “

You moaned loudly as your legs shook from the intense orgasm you experienced. You looked down and seen Marcus’s wet face come face to face with your pussy.

“ So damn wet.. Look at swollen clit.. “

He says before latching onto your sensitive bud making your body seize up. You moaned loudly as your legs trembled from the overwhelming sensation. You tried to push his head back but he wasn’t budging.

“ Oh my fucking god! Oh baby! “

You screamed in pleasure. Marcus finally releases your clit and licks you clean. He comes up to your face and both of you shared a sloppy tongue kiss. Marcus pulls away and turns you on your stomach before spanking your ass making you moan and giggle. You put yourself in the all fours position and now your facing Isaiah and Vanessa. Marcus gets behind you and inserts himself back inside you and you moan while looking at Vanessa with a smirk on your face as Marcus starts pounding you from behind.

“ Oh fuck i love your husbands dick. He fucks me better than Isaiah ever did. “

You moaned before closing your eyes. Feeling Marcus pound your pussy in was a feeling you never wanted to end. Marcus stops mid thrust to prop his leg up and starts pounding again. Your mouth dropped as you felt him get deeper and deeper in your pussy.

“ Oh yes.. keep pounding that pussy baby!“

You moaned while biting your lips with your eyes still closed. He puts his hand on your back and pushes your upper half into the bed putting you in the face down ass up position and gets a deeper angle making you squeal. You started to feel him get closer and closer to your cervix making you scream out in pleasure and repeatedly say ‘Oh God! Oh yes!’. You started to grip the sheets as it started to feel so painfully good.

“ Oh shit! Fuck! “ You moaned out.

“ Yeah you taking that fucking dick.. “ He groaned while smacking your ass with one hand gripping your waist with the other.

“ Yes daddy give me that dick! Give me that good dick! “

“ Ohh shit. I’m about to cum. Fuck i’m about to bust all in your wife’s good pussy Isaiah. “

He says as he started to feel his nut arriving. You were moaning uncontrollably at this point and a few thrusts later, Marcus sends you a sharp thrust making you scream as he filled up your pussy with his seed. He groaned loudly while keeping himself deep inside you as his seed left him. You both stayed in position and breathed heavily.

“ Oh my god that was amazing. I’ve never been fucked like that before. “ You chuckled while trying to catch your breathe.

“ Well there’s plenty more from what that came from. “ He pulls out and watches as his nut spills out of your pussy.

“ What are you going to do with them? “ You say while getting yourself dressed.

“ I’ma let them go. They can’t prove none of this happened anyway. We’re getting a divorce Vanessa, i want your shit out today. “ Marcus says while removing her bandanna.

“ Same for you sir. “

You smirked while removing Isaiah’s. They both sat their in shock at what they just witnessed. You and Marcus shared a kiss before you walked out the house.

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Romeo and Juliet

Michael B. Jordan as Erik Kilmonger

WARNING: SMUT, 18+

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“ It’s been 3 weeks baby. I miss you 🥺 “ You texted from bed.

“ I miss you more. Hopefully we won’t be away from each other too much longer. I can’t stand being away from you. “ Erik replied.

You both hated having to hide your love. But you knew if your families knew, it would be absolute chaos. You and Erik’s families are big drug dealers. Both of your families are currently huge rivals fighting over territory in L.A.

You and Erik met a year ago during a meeting that your father held for him and The Kilmonger’s to talk. While they discussed things, Erik was eyeing you down and of course you ignored his glances since he was your family’s rival but once you both were alone outside the meeting talking, you fell for each other.

After the day you met, he would take you on secret dates to the movies, a restaurant in the next city over, and etc. You both fell hard for each other. It sucks that you couldn’t show your relationship off to the world.

It’s been 3 months since you’ve seen each other due to you both going to different colleges. You just came home for a break and you’re currently in your mini house in the backyard of your parents home. Your father turnt his guest house into your home a year ago to give you more privacy.

While you were currently in your living room watching netflix, you had no idea that Erik came back in town. His parents thought he came to surprise them but really, it was to surprise you.

As he drove into your neighborhood, he thought about how he was going to be able to get to your home without alerting your 24/7 security guards. Ever since your family was fighting territory with his, your family added more security to protect you all.

Erik parks a few houses down and gets out of his car wearing all black. He slips his hood over his head and makes his way towards your house. As he got closer, he snuck behind the bushes and made his way behind the fence that leads to the backyard. He puts his back against the house and peaked around the corner to see a security guard going around the other side of the house and heading towards the front yard.

Once Erik was in the clear, he quickly made his way to the window of your bedroom and snuck in quietly. He closed your window and laid back on your bed waiting on you to come in. After 20 mins, he heard you turn off the TV and walk towards the room. You walked into your room wearing This.

When you saw Erik laid on your bed, you almost screamed but covered your mouth. Before he could even say anything, you jumped on him and smashed your lips onto his making him laugh against your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and begin to tongue kiss him making him hold your waist.

“ Hold on hold on baby let me talk to you. I see someone missed me. “ He says after pulling away and laughing.

“ I did. I missed you so much. Wait how are you here? “ You asked confusingly.

“ I waited until one of the guards to walk around the house before i snuck over and snuck in your window. I already told you about leaving your window unlocked, what if i was someone else? “ He asked while holding your waist.

“ I know I know. I’ma start locking it. This was the longest 3 months of my life. “

“ Mine too. I think we can make up for lost time right now.. “

He says while slowly pushing the straps down off of your shoulders. You bit your lip as you felt the air hit your nipples once your plump breast were exposed. You gasped and moaned when his tongue flicked over your nipple and his lips wrapped around it. You held the back of his head and threw your hes back while he sucked on your breast.

“ Fuck.. “

You moaned as you felt yourself starting to get wet. After sucking on each breast, he licked up your chest, neck, and your chin before sticking his tongue in your mouth. You sucked on his tongue before kissing him. He held you against him before flipping you both over so now he’s ontop.

He breaks from the kiss and leans up to pull off his shirt. As you were sliding the rest of your dress off of you, you heard a knock on your front door making you both freeze.

“ Shit. That’s my parents coming to check on me. I’ll be right back. “

You say while quickly sliding your dress back on and putting on a robe. You fixed your hair and wiped your lips before walking to the door and opening it.

“ Hey guys. You getting ready for bed? “ You asked while holding onto the door.

“ Yes we are. We came to check on our baby before we did. “ Your dad smiled while holding your moms hand.

“ How long will we need this security all night? “ You asked.

“ Just until the heat dies down. Your father is just protecting us baby. “ Your mom says while laying her head on his arm.

“ I know i know. Goodnight guys. I love you. “

“ We love you more. “

They say before walking away. You closed and locked your door. You turned around to see your room light turned off and walked towards your bedroom door to see Erik sitting in your chair naked while slowly jerking himself off.

“ We good now? “ He smirked while watching you standing at the door.

“ Fuck yes. “ You dropped your robe and dress to the ground and begin to walk over to him before he stopped you.

“ Nah. Crawl to daddy. “

You smirked and got on your knees and crawled to him without breaking eye contact. Once you were between his legs, he used his free hand to rub his thumb across your lip.

“ You want this dick in your mouth? You want to taste daddy’s dick? “ He asked before biting his lip.

“ Yes. I want to taste so bad. I want you to use my throat. “

He groaned at your words and demanded you to stick your tongue out. You did as you were told and he starts tapping his dick against your tongue. You moaned while looking into his eyes.

“ Eat this dick up. You know how i like it. “

Sloppy and messy is how he likes it. You spit along the length of his dick and inserted him into your mouth. He sat back into the chair and sighed in relief as he felt your warm mouth wrapped around his dick. You placed your hands in your lap and begin to bob your head back and forth while moaning. You loved tasting his dick. When you started to feel his tip hit the back of your throat, you started to bob your head faster making spit fall out the sides of your mouth.

“ Oh shit.. keep going.. that feels so fucking good.. “

Erik moaned while watching you slurp him up. As you kept going, your face started to get so wet from all of your saliva. Your mouth felt so good to Erik, he was moaning continuously. He stood up with your mouth still wrapped around him and grabbed your hair in a pony tail before throat fucking you.

“ Shit.. that throat of yours is so damn wet.. fuck.. “

He groaned while thrusting into your mouth. He popped himself out of your mouth and watched as your drool fell from your lips and onto your chest. You leaned up and sucked his sac into your mouth making him moan and hold onto the chair.

“ Oh fuck.. you must’ve missed me real bad huh? “

You chuckled and sucked on his balls once more before he pulled you up and stuck his tongue in your mouth. As you both begin to sloppy tongue kiss, you reached down between each other and started to slowly jerk him off. He moaned into your mouth and pulls away from the kiss. He turns you around and pushes you onto your stomach on the bed. He tongue kissed up the back of your thigh and up to your cheeks making you giggle.

You tooted your ass in the air and spreads your cheeks apart to look at your tight asshole and glistening pussy.

“ That pretty ass pussy.. “

He says before placing his tongue on your slit. You moaned with your face down into the bed. He holds onto your thighs and starts to tongue kiss between your lips. He slides his tongue up and down between your lips before sticking it inside of your hole as far as he could.

“ Oh fuck.. ooo give me that tongue daddy.. “

You moaned with your eyes closed. Erik starts tongue fucking your hole making your moans get louder. He moaned as your taste hit his tongue. He pulls his tongue out and flicks it repeatedly over your clit before sucking on it making you jerk.

“ Shit.. oh my god.. “

You bit your lip before moaning any louder and begin to leak all over his beard. Erik releases your erect clit and spreads your cheeks apart before spitting onto your asshole. He licks and slurps all over your tight hole before leaning up and aiming his dick to the entrance of your pussy. He slowly inserts you from behind making you both moan out in ecstasy.

“ Fuck.. “

You both breathlessly moaned. When he pushed himself fully inside you, he grabs your hips and begins pumping his dick in and out of your wet pussy.

“ Oh my god i missed that dick so much.. “ You moaned with your eyes closed.

“ Oh yeah? You missed this dick digging in your pussy like this? “

He places his hands on your back to make your arch deeper and begins pounding you from behind making your mouth drop.

“ Fuck yes! Just like that! “ You moaned loudly.

“ You better be quiet before one of those guards hear you. “

Erik groaned as he continued on. You rolled your lips in to stop yourself from getting any louder. As he continued drilling you from behind, you sat up and begin to throw it back against him making him smirk.

“ Oh it’s like that? Give me that good pussy then. “

Erik says before slapping your ass. You moaned in response and kept going. The room filled up with moans and groans as you both continued to fuck each other. Moments later, that familiar feeling begin to arrive in your pussy. Your mouth dropped as you begin to tighten around him.

“ Mhmm.. I know, cum all over this dick.. “

Your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm ripped through your body. You fell on your stomach on the bed breathing heavily from your intense orgasm. Erik flipped you over on your back and got between your legs.

“ I know you got some more in you. I want it all. “

Erik pins your legs back by your head and buries himself deep again inside you. Erik then begins to give you long deep strokes making you reach up at his stomach.

“ Move them fucking hands. “

“ Your..so fucking.. deep! “

You moaned loudly. You had continued to moan loudly until Erik placed his hand across your mouth. As he continued stroking, Erik watched with a smirk on his face as the security guard walk past the window. Thankfully the curtains were only cracked open and it was dark in the room so he couldn’t see inside that well.

Erik moved his hand off of your mouth and kissed you passionately while still delivering those deep strokes. You moaned in his mouth and placed your legs on his shoulders. Erik then begins to speed up making your legs tremble.

“ Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum again! “ You moaned with scrunched eyebrows.

“ I told you, i want every last drop. “

He says before kissing you briefly. It wasn’t too much longer that your second orgasm arrived and Erik continued to fuck you through it. Erik leans up to look down at your creamy pussy and bit his lip at the beautiful sight of it.

“ So fucking sexy�� creamy ass pussy. “

He says before laying on his back and pulling you ontop. You planted yourself on your feet while on top of him and begin bouncing on his dick hard making him bite his lip.

“ Oh shit girl.. “ He moaned.

“ Now it’s my turn to fuck you. “

You smirked down at him as you continued to bounce. Erik closed his eyes and tried to hold himself off from cumming but he knew he was going to break with the way you were fucking him. Erik tried slowing you down by you moved his hands away.

“ Nah.. I want you fill me up with that nut daddy.. i want every last drop. “

You moaned while looking down at him. He looked back into your eyes while his mouth begin to drop as he felt his nut arriving. You smirked when you felt his dick twitch inside you. Soon after, he started to groan loudly as he shot his nut inside you, he was so loud that you had to cover his mouth.

“ Shhh.. you don’t want the guards to catch us do we? “ You teased making him chuckle behind your hand.

“ Fuck.. Im so in love you so much. “ He says after moving your hand off his mouth.

“ I love you more. I wish we could tell everyone about us. “ You say as you laid beside him and he wraps his arm around you.

“ We can. Are you ready for what’s to come? “ He asks.

“ I am. They either accept it or not. Either way, we’re going to be together despite what they say. “ You say making him smile and kiss you.

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Roleplay (Series)

Method Man as Don Wilks

WARNING: ROLEPLAY, NASTY SMUT, 18+

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“ Alright guys. This is the end of our session. Remember it’s good to spice up your sex life and to try new things. Don’t be afraid to open up to each other. “ You say while walking out a married couple.

“ Thanks for your help Dr. Wilks ! “

The couple says while walking to their car. You smiled and locked the entrance door since it was the end of the day. You loved being a sex therapist. Helping people spice up their marriage or relationship always excited you. When you first started college, you knew you wanted to become therapist but didn’t know what type at that point. You’ve always been a sexual person and when you discovered sex therapy, you knew that was right for you.

Not many guys could handle you and your sexual kinks but that was until you met your now husband, Don. You met him at a frat party one night and immediately you both laid eyes on one another. What was supposed to be a one night stand, turned into a loving relationship and ever since then, you both have been inseparable.

Today, you have been married for 5 years and became a successful sex therapist and he became a successful CEO of his own enterprise company. He’s been out of town for the last month to close out some deals with some major clients but you didn’t know that he’s coming home a few weeks early.

Since it’s Friday, you decided to let your secretary go home early.

“ Hey Denise. It’s Friday and they were my last clients. You should go home early. “

You say while leaning on your desk and wearing This with black stockings that stop to your mid thigh.

“ Really? “ She smiled.

“ Yeah. Go ahead and have a good weekend. Lock up behind you okay? “

“ Okay! “

You walked back to your office and seen the pile of paperwork from your clients today and sighed. You knew it was gonna be a long night. You heard Denise lock up the front door with her key and you sat down while putting on your glasses and begin to read over your notes from each session today.

30 mins went by and the sound of the front door unlocking caught your attention. You didn’t panic because the only people that has a key is you, Denise, and your husband Don and he was out of town or so you thought.

“ Forget your lunch bag again Denise? “

You asked while reading your notes. You didn’t see Don standing at your office door until he knocked on your door frame.

“ Dr. Wilks? “

You looked up and gasped when you seen your husband standing there in black sweatpants and a blue shirt with white air forces.

“ Baby! You’re ho- “

“ I know it’s after hours but i really need your help Dr. Wilks. “ Don says while rubbing the back of his neck.

“ Okay… sit down. “

You say with a confused look. Don sits down on your couch and you sit down in your chair across from him.

“ What do you need my help with? “ You questioned.

“ Remember a month ago you told me the only way i can control my sexual urges is by not having sex and watching porn right? “ He says.

“ Sure... Babe what are yo- “ He cuts you off.

“ I’ve been doing that but there’s another thing that’s been making my urges strong and that’s you. “

He says and you finally caught on. He’s role playing as a client.

“ Oh.. Then maybe you should stop seeing me as your therapist then. “ You say while crossing your legs.

“ That’s not gonna help. When i’m not with you, I think about you 24/7. I think about how sexy your glossed lips would look wrapped around my dick, how beautiful your moans and screams would sound as I fuck that wet pussy and that tight ass. “

He says while rubbing his bulge. His words made your skin hot and your pussy throb. Your husband always knew what to say when he dirty talks. You even flight your nipple harden and he noticed them through your dress.

“ You like the sound of that right? You see how hard i am for you? “

He asked while pulling his hard dick out from under his pants and jerking it off. You gasped and your mouth slightly dropped.

“ U-um..I’m married. We can’t do this. “

You say while keeping your eyes on his dick. He smirked and walked over to you and lifted your chin up with his finger.

“ It’ll be our little secret. Plus, we both know you want to do this. “

He says while pushing your dress off of your shoulders and freeing your plumped breast. He told you to hold your hold your breast together and he starts rubbing his dick over your hard nipples making you moan while looking up at him.

“ Them juicy ass titties.. “

He says before taking off your glasses and setting them on the table. You grabbed his dick with one hand and spits on top of it before jerking him off slowly. You looked up at him with seductive eyes.

“ You want me to put this big dick in my mouth? “

“ Mhmm.. I’ve been waiting for this too long Dr. Wilks. “

He says while moving your hair behind your ear. You slowly inserted him into your mouth and begin to suck on him. As you bobbed your head back and forth slowly, you jerked him off with one hand while looking up at him.

“ Fuck yes.. Your mouth feels so damn good.. “

He moaned before biting his lip. You broke eye contact and begin to suck and jerk him off faster. His eyes closed while his mouth started to drop. You were sucking him so good. He moved your hand and held your head in place as he started to fuck your face. He started to thrust into your throat making you hold onto his hips while spit fell from your mouth and onto your breast.

“ Shit! Your throat is so fucking wet and deep. “

He says as he continued to penetrate your throat. After a few more pumps, he pulls out and holds up his dick to give you full access to his balls. You spit on his sac before sucking on them. You popped them out of your mouth and welcomed them back into your mouth.

“ Good girl.. “

He groaned. You popped them back out and he looked at your wet face and smirked.

“ Such a beautiful mess.. “

He says before leaning down to tongue kiss you. You kissed him back while pushing your dress down your hips as you sat in the chair. You kicked off your heels leaving yourself in your thigh stockings and a black thong. He pulls you over to the couch and bends you over it with your knees in the seat. You held onto the top of the couch and arched your back making your ass stick out towards him. He stands behind you and smacks your ass.

“ Fine ass.. “

He says before getting on his knees behind you. He pulls your panties to the side to expose your glistening pussy and tight sphincter. He groaned at the sight of it before spitting on them both and devouring your pussy first. He slides his tongue between your lips and sucks on your pussy making you moan with your head rested on your folded arms. He moves his tongue in a zig zag motion down towards your clit and sucks on it while massaging your ass with both hands.

“ Oh shit… “

You moaned as your legs begin to tremble. He felt your juices leak onto his mouth and down his beard. He releases your erect clit from his mouth and licks back up your pussy and to your ass hole. He swirls his tongue around your hole before tongue fucking your ass making you gasp. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued.

“ That feels so good..fuck.. “

You moaned before biting your lip. He licks and sucks on the rim of your ass hole a few more times before leaning up and stripping out of his clothes. He lines himself up with your entrance and inserts himself inside your tight hole making you both moan.

“ Fuck.. You feel so amazing.. It’s even better than I imagined. “

He moans while thrusting you from behind. You start to throw it back while holding onto the couch. He smacks your ass repeatedly while watching your ass ripple every time your skins collided. Even after all these years together, the sex has never gone down hill. He always knew how to make your body feel. He stops your movements and starts pounding you from behind while gripping your waist. Your moans grew louder and your pussy got wetter.

“ Yes! Fuck yes! My pussy loves that big dick! “

He releases your hips but keeps the pace going and grabs you by the front of your neck to lay your head against his shoulder.

“ Is that right? I’m fucking you better than your husband? “ He says before licking your earlobe.

“ Oh my god yes! Don’t stop! “

You say as you started to feel him hit your spot. With his free hand, he runs it down your stomach and starts to rub your bundle of nerves making your mouth drop. You started to tighten around him and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“ Gimme that nut baby.. “

He whispers into your ear. Seconds later, you started to cum while he continued to penetrate your pussy. Your legs started to tremble but he held onto you. He sits you on the couch and slumps you down by folding you under him so your legs were hitting the back rest of the couch. He stands in front of you and dips back into your pussy and starts thrusting quickly. The sound of your wet pussy every time he thrusted turned him on. He groaned and looked down at your pussy coating his dick with your juices.

“ Your pussy getting that wet for me baby? I’m fucking this good pussy good? “

He asks while looking at you. You tried to form a word but only moans flown out. You nodded your head while holding your legs back. He placed his foot beside you on the couch to get a better angle and started to pound into you making your moans turn into screams.

“ DADDY YES! “

You screamed out as he pounded balls deep. The way your skins clapped together was so painfully good. Once he knew you were about to cum, he pulled out.

“ Nope. Not yet. “

He says before wetting his fingers and pushing them inside your tight second hole. You moaned with your eyes closed as you felt him pump his fingers. He pulls them out and replaces his fingers with his dick. You both moaned out loudly as you felt him fill up your tight ass with his big dick.

“ Shit.. I’ll never get used to this amazing feeling.. “

He groaned as he started thrust in and out of you. Your mouth was stuck open. The feeling of him pumping in and out of your ass made you wetter than ever. He started to speed up while you continued to hold your legs back.

“ F-fuck you’re so big! “ You moaned as you watched him dip in and out of you.

“ Your husband don’t fuck you like this huh? “ He smirked as he continued thrusting

“ No! Oh my god! “

You moaned loudly. As he thrusted deeply, he pulled the hood back off of your clit and begin to rub your clit making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth drop. You were gonna cum so hard. As he stimulated your clit, his dick started to hit your spot making your eyes water.

“ Oh shit! Oh shit! “

You screamed out before squirting all over your pussy and his stomach.

“ Mhmm. That’s what daddy likes to see. “

He says as he continues his combo. You were a whining moaning mess. You were so sensitive at this point. After a few more pumps, he buries himself deep inside your ass before erupting his seed inside you. He moaned out loudly as his nut left him. While still inside you, he leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss.

“ That was fucking amazing. “ You say while breathing heavily.

“ Hell yeah it was. We should do roleplay more often. “

“ I agree. “

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Lapse | KNJ

They knew you’d be the perfect pet if given the opportunity. 

This is what this is—an opportunity. 

Not many have had the chance to receive their undivided attention, but they give it to you so freely. 

Pairing: Dom!Stalker!Namjoon x Fem!Reader Genre: Smut, Stalker AU Word Count: 3.3K Synopsis: A night alone is just what you need after a long day. Your secret admirer enjoys the view from outside your window, and they can’t wait to join.  Rating: M (18+) Warnings: Stalking, light degradation, cursing, dirty talk, dub-con, restraints, sensory deprivation (blindfold), ball gag, sub/dom behavior, fingering (F), ass spanking, tit slapping, light choking, unprotected sex, rough sex, spitting, forced orgasm, Joon calls you pretty a lot uwu.

A/N: A little late, but here’s a lil sumthin’ sumthin’ to celebrate Joon weekend! When I saw those Samsung promo pics I went feral and had to bust open a doc, STAT. I hope you enjoy—please, don’t be shy and let me know if you ~loved~. Thank youuu <3

“I’m watching you from your window, baby.” 

“Wha—my window?” 

Panic sets in, then a gasp that rips your parched throat. You look to the closest opening and see nothing but the pitch black night. Jump to your feet and lean on the open sill to get a closer look, but still…nothing. Just tall, ominous trees that creak in the wind, and a dark blood moon, high in the sky. 

“Mm…mhm, ah, so cute when you’re scared,” a deep and menacing voice cackles from the other line. They’ve used a modulator to mask their identity, but their tone sounds eerily familiar. 

“Who a-are you?”

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My Dearest Queen

Summary: Yoongi, the King, was a ruthless man. Anyone he deemed a threat to or against the throne and his reign is simply beheaded, no questions asked. A man feared and respected through the country, arrogant, rough, cold-hearted, and labeled to be evil by some. And yet, not many knew of the complete change in attitude and demeanor when it was just him and his Queen, alone, where he could be himself, where he could be genuine.

Genre: Historic!AU, Fluff, Slight Smut, Angst (if killing and stuff goes under that)

Pairing: King!Yoongi (Agust D) x Queen!Reader

Word Count: 4,050

Warnings: Minor Character Deaths (just some beheading - you know how it be), Mentions of Death and Killing, Blood (pretty detailed), Slight Sexual/Possessive Themes (pretty mild, don’t worry too much, they love each other), (Possibly) Cursing/Swearing (I’m gonna try not to, because this is historic and he’s supposed to poised and fancy and stuff, but watch out just in case), History Errors (Listen, this is last minute ‘research’, if you can even call it that, so it’s probably going to be EXTREMELY wrong, I apologize to anyone who’s literally getting stab wounds to the chest and body every time they read something wrong, I swear I’m not trying to hurt you)

Written: May 24, 2020, Posted: May 27, 2020

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i claaaiiim!!

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