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[slippinninque]

Could you do a spicy one where the reader keeps teasing Fontaine until he snaps

😇Taquiner😈

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, cursing, mentions of, drinking alcohol/liquor, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, semi-public, dry-humping, pet names, long fic

He spotted the bronze fabric in the storefront window from across the street from the barber's. He could imagine you glimmering beneath passing street lights, sitting your fine ass in the passenger seat as the Pontiac cruised.

It was his own damned fault.

It was only right for him to bring you to see it for yourself, coaxing you to give him a little fashion show of other pieces that caught his eye.

A few hours later and you were done up. The dress was backless with a low, delicate chain settled right above your lower back. The bronze of it was hypnotic against your skin and Fontaine spritzed you with his favorite scent as you twisted your hair in the bathroom mirror

Fontaine's earlier vision came to life once the two of you set out to find a good time. You were a vision as you flipped through the car's radio, played on your phone, then set your eyes on him before your fingertips ran up the side of his neck.

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty!" You sang softly as your fingers found way into his beard.

Fontaine caught your hand and kissed the back it, lacing your mischievous little fingers with this.

You slid over to tuck yourself to Fontaine's side, bringing his arm around your shoulders and smiling contentedly through the window.

"Excuse me, ma'am, you're distracting the driver."

"Hm? Me?"

Fontaine glanced down at the hand crawling up his thigh before giving you a raised brow. You winked at him and blew him a saucy kiss as the tips of your fingers danced along his zipper.

"Keep playin' with me, I'll turn this shit around." Fontaine promised to you as he waited to make a left turn, "Gonna let that nice dress go to waste, baby girl?"

"Boo, tomato-tomato!" Though you poked out your lips at him, the dancing fingers ran back up to tickle his neck.

Fontaine went towards downtown. There were murmurs at the barbershop that a lounge opened the week before and it was current hotspot. When Fontaine pulled up, you marveled at the overflow of people walking in and out of lounge's doors.

It as a nice-sized building with multiple floors, but still seemed to be under construction in some parts of the building. The spirit was high, the floor thrumming with music and motion while people from all sides of the city came together to break in the dancefloor.

You couldn't keep your hands off Fontaine or yourself for too long. Being absolutely alluring the entire ride out, you let loose as soon as you entered the lounge and heard the music, you swayed and danced with your keen eyes on him.

Fontaine took you do the dance floor, feeling the beat through your body and feeling the heat of your hands on him. You were in a playful mood that only came from having his undivided attention for hours on end.

It left him aching and heated, seeing how you reacted to his attention and kept him wanting more of yours. Touching and showing too much, knowing Fontaine couldn't put you in place in the crowd.

You would wander, and he would let you get a few feet until he was tugging you back into his orbit. You went easy every time, pouting and feeling no remorse for those falling under your spell.

It was Fontaine's own doing. You were a sexy little monster that he made specifically to drive him crazy all night.

He kept you close, felt how you rolled back against him or pushed your breast flush to him. After spotting the light sweat on your brow, he suggested a small break to get some drinks and to cool off.

"Race you!"

"Girl, don't run in them hee--"

You were already speeding off towards the bar with an impish look thrown over your shoulder at him. Fontaine shook his head to a brother getting a tipsy lap dance from his girl, he got a sympathetic look in return.

When Fontaine came up behind you, he watched in disbelief as you counted the bills you pulled out of your purse.

Fontaine cleared his throat and you jumped, eyes popped wide but refusing to look at him.

"I know you ain't just try to pay for somethin'." Fontaine muttered in your ear, sneaking a pinch to your bottom.

"What? Me? No...I was...y'know. Hanging out." You awkwardly leaned against the bar and aimed your sheepish smile towards the lights hanging above.

"Mhm."'

Just to be sure, Fontaine plucked the few dollars you managed to sneak out and put them right back into your purse and snapped it shut himself.

Fontaine went into his pocket and got out a few bills to the bartender to start a tab. Fontaine ordered whiskey for himself and when you did the same, Fontaine shook his head at the bartender.

"She's not gonna like that."

"Excuse you, I am trying to broaden my horizon. Maybe I will like it!"

Fontaine shot the other man a look as you nodded, resolute. The bartender shook his head as he set about getting Fontaine's drink ready. Fontaine took joy in watching you squirm in your seat, eyes squinted in the face of your bad decision.

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To your credit, you made it through the whiskey.

Two more drinks followed, dainty and colorful this time. Fontaine was good off the one he had as he preferred to have a clear head when being out with you.

The night deepened as you ordered wings and Fontaine was convinced to take a few sips of the fruity cocktail you ordered.

All giggly and smiley, basking in his compliments and whispered teasings. He meant it every time he told you how good you looked, even taking to warning off nonexistent suitors just to hear you laugh.

The two of you went over the week you had so far, comparing gossip when you perked up. He followed your gaze over his shoulder to where the restrooms and privacy booths were.

"That looks like Grace." he commented at the same time you popped up out your seat with an excited call of, "Gracie!"

You turned to him but Fontaine was already nodding, unbothered that you wanted to speak with your friend.

He watched you hurry over and heard the squeals of reunion as your other friend Lina came from behind Grace to initiate group hug. The three of you held onto each other in a huddle formation to hear each other over the music.

When you were with your friends, Fontaine didn't sweat you. He didn't put himself in women's business and was more than happy to watch you turn up with your crew. They were good to you, anyway. He was happy to see you enjoy yourself.

Fontaine was nearly done with his Coke and was considering a batch of mozzarella sticks when his phone went off.

Baby: [Yeah you should come out]

Baby: [It's a good time right now]

Fontaine tilted his head at your texts, wondering if you knew you were in the wrong chat box.

Another text came through as his thumb hovered over the keyboard.

Baby: [I'm with my man of course, he spoiling me rotten]

Fontaine looked across the small pool of people to see where you were still catching up with Gracie and Lina, only to see you looking back.

When his phone vibrated again, Fontaine hurried to swipe it open.

Baby: [You wanna see how much fun I had?] With an attachment...?

You were bent over, camera aimed at where you slipped a finger into your pretty pussy through the mirror at the the boutique.

On your knees in a leather mini--you told him you didn't even bother getting into it when he brought it to you.

Fontaine flushed hot at the thought of your playing with yourself only a few feet away from him.

More naughty pictures of your delicious body were delivered, a video of you tweaking your nipples through the sheer fabric of a nightie, audio of the sticky-sweet sound of your pussy sucking on something.

Fontaine couldn't believe you had your fun without him. You even denied him a quickie before setting out for the evening, even after Fontaine promised not to make you sweaty.

He wasn't sure how he would do that, but it was the intent. You only laughed and promised to make it up to him, plotting on his peace the entire time...

Oh, he had to have you.

He watched as you watched him pocket his phone. The girls had no idea what was going on as they carried on their conversation.

Fontaine sipped his drink and watched you excused yourself from your girls.

You didn't go towards the restrooms, instead you went for the opposite side of the aisle with a black curtain that Fontaine first saw as a solid wall.

Slipping past the curtain without another look his way, Fontaine jolted to pay the bill before setting off into the crowd.

Being cool as he surveyed the area, he was content with only finding faded patrons and a bored bouncer. Fontaine lingered a moment longer on the main floor before he crept behind the curtain in time to follow the sound of your clicking heels.

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He might have gotten a bit carried away once he got you into the storage room. The two of you crept into the furthest room--that seemed to still be under some renovations but was nearer a janitor's closet.

You tasted like cherries and vodka, smelled so so good. The liquor had you loose and you were vibrant, wanting to get into something as you threatened to climb up him.

Undeterred by the ragged space, the both of you moved around the assortment of brooms and brushes as you traded heated kisses. You reached up and left biting kisses into Fontaine's collarbone as he ground you down onto his thigh.

It wasn't until Fontaine nearly cracked his face on a hanging wet-floor that he paused and searched for a suitable corner that wasn't filled with Brillo Pads or dry wall panels.

He backed you up against the utility sink and you grasped the rim behind you and watched him with eager eyes.

"Nuh-uh, turn that ass around..."

Turning you himself, Fontaine came close and rucked up your dress. Keeping the excess balled in one hand as his free hand cupped you between your thighs.

He stopped.

Fontaine knew his sweetie and he knew you. She was already soft and warm, purring between your thighs in a way he was more than familiar with.

He narrowed an eye at you, "You did it again? Here?"

"Hmm?"

"Hmm? Don't act like you can't hear me now."

"Um...

Fontaine chuckled into your ear, draping over you back to give our nipples a tough little pinch that had you gasping. You hung your head with a weak noise but still didn't look at him.

"Try again."

"I...I didn't mean to come..." You gave him a pitiful look over your shoulder, "I got carried away in the bathroom when I made that sound to send you..."

Fontaine straightened up with a grunt, "So you ain't wanna share? Maybe I wanted some."

"M'sorry, 'Taine, promise I am..."

"Don't believe that shit even a bit..."

A breathy laugh left you and this time your pout turned into a smile.

"I can't help it," You threw familiar words back at him, "You make me feel so greedy..."

"So, you ain't really sorry at all, then?"

"I'm really am! Sorry that I didn't take more pictures. I rubbed myself in that blue dress. We had to get it 'cause I left a spot--eep!"

Fontaine spanked you across your ass once. It only took the one time before your back arched and your stance widened expectedly.

"Look at you, lil' needy. Ain't even touch you and you 'bout to hold it open f'me..."

"Keep teasing me and I'll do it myself." You sassed back, "You ain't the only one that got fingers."

Having the correct effect on him, Fontaine growled at the thought of you being so bold. You reached in the front of yourself with purpose before Fontaine beat you to it.

Fontaine kept an absentminded hold on your dress as he followed the shimmering trails left already on your thighs from your excitement.

His fingers excused themselves around the string of your thong, delving into your wetness before you could take a breath. Fontaine found your spot, hissing at the feverish heat squeezing back.

"Yes! Fuck! Good, so-so good, more...." Pliant again, you put your weight onto sink as your bounced back onto his fingers. Fontaine's mouth dropped open to mirror yours as he rammed into your spot.

"This is all you gettin', you've already had yours--remember?"

His words loosed a whimper from you, "N-no! You can't be like that!"

"Oh, I can't? Can't what? What can't I do with my pussy, hm?

Fontaine gave your whining half an ear as he was more focused on getting his wrist wet. Crooking his fingers and hitting and stroking you slow just to watch you nearly buckle--that was worth his attention.

From the way you use one hand to grip his working arm and trembled, Fontaine would bet money you were close. The sound of him playing in you echoed amongst the bareboned room.

"Please, another? Please, Taine..." You gasped at the burst of staccato of thrusts, making your words bump into your pleasure.

Fontaine worked another finger in and the stretch sent your eyes rolling back. He ground, miming what he'd do to you if the time was there. Slow, hard thrusts that was torture for the both of you despite the layers between you.

"Don't never know when to quit. Just wanna take my shit as deep as you can, huh? Don't need no sense for that--do you, pretty?"

"Ooo, f-ffuck, you're not being fair 'Taine!"

He chuckled smoothly at that, "I know what I do. Don't mean you gotta misbehave to get me to do it for you."

"Misbehave? You didn't like the surprises?"

Fontaine took his fingers out of you and grabbed a handful of your ass as he spoke into the pulse thundering in your neck.

"So, I find out that you helped yo'self with me bein' only a few feet away and ready." Fontaine rolled his hips against yours and groaned at the burst of relief it gave him. He buried his nose at one of your bantu knots until it gave away access to your neck.

"Then you got the nerve to look this good just to tease me! Then you get yo' self seconds at some point while I'm waiting at the bar like a good man, Nah, this all you gettin' until we get home."

"I wanna go home now."

Fontaine laughed at your whip-quick response as he moved his hand back between your legs, pushing the silky threads of your thong down enough on your thighs.

"Hmf. How many pictures did you take?" He asked, teeth skimming for a suitable spot before he worked on sucking a bruise into your skin.

His hand sped up and he applied that pressure he knew you liked. You squeaked, "N-Not sure..."

"...You got more that I didn't see?"

"Um....no?"

Fontaine sucked his teeth and pulled back, dry fucking you hard enough that the sink squeaked beneath you. Bouncing back against him as you whimpered, on your tip toes as you tried to put Fontaine where you wanted him to be.

The sound of your necklaces and bangles singing together made him grin. He palmed your ass and then your waist, finding the sound of your building ecstasy made him tease you. He held your dress much like a reign and was distantly impressed by how well the fabric was holding.

Fontaine couldn't help but to finally tease you back now that he had you where he wanted.

"Feel good, baby? See what you coulda had if you came to me?"

"Aw, bet you can't give it to sweetie like I can...

"I saw 'em staring at you. Wonder if they lookin' for yo' pretty ass right now. You gonna give 'em a chance to see the faces you make when it's too good?"

"Ain't gonna be long before you soak me, huh?"

You threw your head back with an agitated noise, desperately searching for the perfect friction to take you over the edge.

"I can't, Fontaine--it's not enough! I need you to touch me again, like earlier..."

"You need me?"

"I need you so bad, 'Taine, c'mon, I feel like I'm burning down..."

Fontaine may have melted a bit at the sounds of your pleading. He knew you were just as worked up as he was and needed him bad.

You really were too precious. Even with your panties down and even with that bratty scrunch to your brows, you were just perfect.

"Okay, okay, you startin' to sound like my type of 'sorry'. Ready for me to take you home so you can make it up to me?"

"I can do it here for you, Daddy..." Your voice was sugar sweet, "How ever you want me too..."

He used the fabric of your dress to dab at your glistening back as his mind raced with opportunities and possibilities. He was tempted to give you what you both wanted--How could he not be when you were begging so prettily?

After a quick glance around, Fontaine spotted several dangers to you in the form of rickety storage and a puddle of mystery fluid near his shoe.

Fontaine reached down to pull up your thong, and chuckled at your disappointed whine.

"Don't be making those sad noises, greedy girl, I'm gonna take you down nice and slow once we get out. I can't have you like I want to in here, understand?"

"I guess...it does smell kinda funny in here..."

Fontaine couldn't resist kissing you, biting at your lip and chasing the last taste of liquor on your tongue. Your hands went into his locs tugging enough that his stomach swooped.

"Yeah, c'mon and let's get up outta here." Fontaine husked against your neck as he stole another nibble of you.

You laughed at the rush of words that left him and tried to fix your hair. Fontaine pulled your dress down and figured the wrinkles won't be spotted by the low-lights of the club. He hoped the same for the glistening specks he spotted on the front of his pant and felt on his stomach.

You slipped your hand in his, staying close as Fontaine went over to crack open the closet door for a quick reconnaissance.

"Ready?" He whispered, winking at you once the coast was clear.

"Been ready since we left the house, baby!"

You have his hand a squeeze before giving a devilish laugh, darting out into the hallway and leaving Fontaine scrambling after you.

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"Oh noo, bless it Jesus."

Fontaine broke free of his pillow prison in time to see you collapse into laughter, wordlessly holding your phone for him to take.

A photo of you and Fontaine from the back. Your dress was wrinkled to high hell and in a very obvious way. You decided to take down the bantu knots but without the proper separation, you looked as if you were caught by with a finger in the socket.

Rubbing as much sleep out of his eyes as he could, Fontaine focused again on what he was seeing.

It was of him. Gripping your ass as you both snuck through the side door and then another shot, close up on the tag of his inside-out shirt waving good-bye.

Another ping, your phone vibrating in his hand. It was a text from Gracie, with another photo with a myriad of emojis.

Gracie: [Ya'll be doing each other like dat?? I love black love.]

It was Fontaine's turn to groan but your smothered carrying on fully woke him. Now laughing himself, he leaned over and pulled until you laughed into the open air.

Fontaine took in your goofy smile and your lopsided bonnet, unable to stop himself from pinching your chin to steal another kiss. The two of you barely made it out of your shoes by the time you got home, going at it once in the living room before dragging your tired bodies into the bedroom for Round Two.

"Don't act all surprised now, thanks to you--you're gonna have to hop on that sewing machine and do up some matchin' red 'A's for us..."

"Thanks to me? Like you ain't the common sense between us?"

Fontaine shrugged and flopped down to lay next to you, nose to nose as you wrapped your arms around him. The warm feeling of being in bed was better than any trouble that could be found in a storage closet.

"Anything after midnight on date night ain't got nothing to do with me. I was seduced into making bad decisions."

"Pfft, just terrible..." You rolled your eyes, "This is all the thanks I get for making date night fun! Gettin' blamed in the morning, ain't that 'bout nothing..."

He could still smell your perfume on your skin and when you stretched, Fontaine pulled you over him to play his blanket as you searched for the TV remote.

"I'll make it up to you," he threw familiar words back at you and heard your humored snort.

The TV was switched on old reruns perfect to fall back asleep to and to outline the perfect payback.

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Ending notes: this took so long and I'M SO SORRY to that anon, lol! 🤗I hoped you like it and hope you have more prompts/asks to share! 😭I hope I got 'Taine's snap right, i still feel like i wrote him too soft lmao! Tell me what you think! Please reblog and comment, thank you so much for reading my ramblings! 💜💕😌

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[slippinninque]

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[slippinninque]

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