#florian x black!reader
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TERRIFY
Florian was waiting inside the restaurant. A sophisticated nice place, with dark decoration, brown vibrations and few neons lights. Youth’s Fountain was one of their favorite places with Grace.
The etablissement was neat, mature, delivered excellent wine, creative hookas and had a good DJ. The last information was essential for Grace, she could not settle in a place where the music was not giving.
Florian’s thighs was bumping into anticipation and he could not resist to check his silver watch every minute. She was late and he was sure she was doing it on purspose.
Grace was always on time, to her you were already late when you were on time. So if she was showing up late, she probably had an issue or she was doing it on purpose. The idea of something happening to her created a tiny stomachache to Florian, but he was sure it was not that. He knows how she act when she’s upset and why she was upset.
His long fingers let mist on the beer glass he just finished to eased his mind. Florian valued humbleness, even if he had a certain ego, he knew he messed up something in his friendship with Grace. And the worst in this situation was that it was entirely his fault, he wanted to make it right.
Once he decided to call Grace to reassure his self that she was alright, he saw her penetrated the place. He put down his phone on the table while his green eyes were glued to her.
Grace greeted the waitress and told her about the reservation removing her sunglasses. She was wearing her signature bright smile and followed the tall girl slowly. While the waitress was taking her to the table, people were definitely checking her out. Florian was used to that. The glow of her mocha skin always had this effect on people. Whenever hairstyle she was having, everything suits her, today was boho braids and Florian was already falling for it. She had an aura that made people shiver and Florian was definitely one of them.
He got up when she arrived at the table. Without a word one of Florian’s arms wrapped around Grace’s waist and hers gently grab his strong biceps. He was so glad she didn’t pushed him back. Not that she used to do so but he was just walking on eggshells. They looked at each others in silence sitting down.
« 28 look good on you G. » he said hyping her up before moving one of her braids and shaking her right shoulder slightly. His hands were already begging to have her.
Grace didn’t had the time to answer that a particular waiter came at the table addressing directly to her.
« I knew it. I knew that if this Big Boy was here, you wouldn’t be far away ! » he said pointing her with a teasing voice
« How you been Martin ? » she answered kindly. The waiter just nodded his head before continuing
« I love your outfit. » he cheesed referring to the olive dress she was wearing.
Florian licked quickly his lips before letting his arms fall on Grace shoulders, massaging the back base of her neck. A shiver traveled her spine before she finally thanked politely the waiter. Florian’s motion made him step back a little before he took the drink’s order. Florian let his fingers touch Grace’s neck while he watched the waiter go before he said with a little irritation in his voice
« The way he keep trying to flirt with you everytime we come here, it’s-« Florian said letting the « s » sound between his lips looking for the right word
« It’s what ? » Grace said with a lifted eyebrow pushing the rest of her braids behind her shoulder
« Funny. »
« Funny ? » she repeated with her head falling to her left side
« Mhmh. »
« What is so funny about wanting to flirt with me ? » she said removing his hand from her body and locking her eyes with him.
Florian looked back at her for long seconds while his heart beat was increasing. He exhaled, look down and finally whispered in a low tone
« You know I what I me-«
« I can’t ear you, speak up. »
« I said you know what I mean. » he said again more louder this time after a growl.
Grace stared at him having difficulties to say that simple sentence with a lot of deception. Why was it so hard for him ?
« How was your birthday ? » Florian asked breaking the silence.
« You weren’t there but it was pretty amazing. »
He smiled and kept digging. He knew Grace was going to act a bit bitter for a long time tonight and he couldn’t show anything less but resilience.
Few months ago Cloe came at Grace, publicly, during a party talking about how she didn’t believe in straight platonic friendship between man and woman and that it was just a matter of time before her boyfriend kind of dump Grace. Florian was so surprised that nothing came out of his mouth. Not a joke, not a argument, no nothing. The party became weird in a snap.
After that, too much time passed without any communication between them. Grace felt for the first time that Florian was not on her side. The feeling was not sitting right, not at all, but she didn’t want to pursue a relationship she had to fight for. Not like that. Relationship was supposed to be easy, lov- friendship was supposed to be easy. And since this situation, it’s not. Even if it will be hard, she just wanted to move foward. She had already experienced having to fight for being love back and she promised herself it will not happen again.
Florian did not had easy months either. All the arguments with Cloe, all the self doubt, all the burdened feelings. The situation was so wrong and he felt a lot of guilt. Not having news from Grace, specially during her birthday, which he knows was a very important moment for her, was not what he wanted. Even if Florian was overthinking for month, he only had the courage to contact her few days ago. Why ? He was freaking lost.
« I miss her. » Florian said slumped on the couch during a boys night. His friends looked at he him and started chuckling seeing him this miserable. « Just call her man. She will pick up, you know her. » Sandro said reassuring him. « She will not ! » Masias said knowing too much how Grace could get when Florian pissed her off. « Are we talking Cloe or ? » Dejan asked really not sure about the girl he was taking about. Masias and Sandro started chuckling again knowing their friend was in a complicated situation. Florian looked at them with a tiny smile and put his middle finger up « Fuck y’all. » he mumbled.
Dinner was alright. Not good, not bad, it was alright. Florian and Grace tried to catch up the last months, he was definitely asking all the questions but it wasn’t a big deal. He was really interested and earring her talk was a blessing after having no news. Grace’s answers were a bit short and straight to the point but she tried not to be on defensive. She didn’t want to be the bitter one, she really wanted to act cool.
It was harder than she thought. It was hard to be insensitive infront of him. The way his navy sweater was hugging his body, the shiny chain trap between his torso and the fabric, his hands always finding a way on her body, his eyes locking sight with her while blowing smoke from his hookah. Yeah it was hard keeping her composure and seeing him after all this time remind her why she was so mad. The amont of love she had for him was insane. Maybe too much ? It’s certainly was a waste. She wanted to be in a relationship with someone who really loved her, something when she wasn’t the second choice or the fantasy dream. And the way Florian act last time ? It wasn’t what she wanted. Their friendship had run out course.
« I’m get going. » Grace said after emptying her mint tea glass. She grabbed her purse looking for her credit card when Florian grabbed her forearm, frowned his eyebrow slightly before putting his card on the table. « Already ? » he asked touching his nose trying to look her in the eye, he felt like she was trying to shorten their time. She nodded slowly looking around the place, it was certainly the last time she will be there. She wasn’t a masochist.
« Look we didn’t have the time to talk about what happen. » Florian said looking Grace ready to get out his car. He had to insist more than five time to let him drive her home.
Grace remove her hand from the door slowly. « We had. » she said rubbing her right eye gently. « We had the time but we decided not to. Didn’t we ? » she said in a monotone voice finally looking at him. It was just above a whisper.
« You’re right, you’re right Gigi. »
« I am sorry Gigi. » that’s how he began. It was a good start, really. He tried his best patching things up, being honest, explaining how much she meant to him but also how much he didn’t want to risk their friendship over a relationship he didn’t knew if it was worthy enough.
After that he continued, trying to put the right words on what he was feeling, but Grace wasn’t listening anymore. « I got feeling but I don’t know if it will work or if it worth it. » she eared again and again. So she wasn’t worthy enough for him.
« Look Florian-« Grace said cutting him off, she had ear enough. « Thank you for your apologies, I, I » she said losting the track of her thoughts. She wanted to be out of this car, quickly. « I appreciate them and accept them, but let’s just not go this way. We should you know, you do you with Cloe and we stay in touch in a friend way-«
« Wait what ? » he said trying to keep up with what she was saying « Gigi talk to me, I don’t even know what you’re thinking, you been on mute-«
« Because you didn’t even ask ! Like did you even care ? You were the one on mute when she came at me ! »
« Of course I care I was just surprised, what was I supposed to do, talk to her infront of everyone ? You know I couldn’t do that. It’s not because I didn’t do it infront of you that it did not happen ! You can’t be mad at me for that »
« Why are we having this conversation ? »
« What-«
« Why. Are we. Having this conversation ? »
« Because I want to make things right ! »
« No we’re having this conversation because you want to feel better ! »
« Gigi » he whispered letting his head fall on the headrest « I just don’t want to lose you. »
Rain drops started falling on the car. The silence in the vehicle made the sound more loud. Grace looked at the window and finally find a way out
« I don’t want to lose you either. But I want a friend who can have my back 100% or a boyfriend that don’t have any doubt of my worth. » Florian head snaped quickly at the word « boyfriend « not really sure of what’s Grace said.
« I know your wor-« he said in a quick motion
« Flo, take care. » she said ending the conversation putting her left hand on his.
Florian watched her leaving the car, still lost in his feeling and having the strong will not to give up on anything, specially not on Grace.
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Helloooo guys, it was funny writing my first ask ! I was afraid that there were too much similarities with Same Hearts, different places but i think it turn out pretty well (?)
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Y/N: *Talking to a frozen Ben* “I’m sorry, Ben. This is the only way.”
Black Fairy: *Smiles* “It’s alright, Y/N. At least one of us is getting our happy ending.”
Y/N: *Turns and glares* “Just take my heart and get it over with and keep your promise to spare Auradon.”
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#descendants ben#descendants#ben florian#Ben Florian x male reader#mitchell hope#Mitchell hope x male reader#abc once upon a time#once upon a time#black fairy#auradon
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hot & cold I
READ PART TWO HERE !
a min ho mini series !
summary : Feeling the warm butterflies in your stomach as well as the cold sinking feeling in your heart wasn't the best especially just because of one person nonetheless you think it was worse because that person was none other than the guy you apparently hated with your entire existence.
( or you long crossed the blurry lines of love and hate when it came to Minho and were both just idiotic enough to not realise that until you had to force it out of yourself because of your stupidity.)
genre : angst, fluff, comfort !
pairing : minho x fem!reader, e2l, idiots to lovers.
warnings : mentions of alcohol and underage drinking, kissing and making out, cussing. both being dumb and too high on their ego. kinda blame it on Minho in this one I fear 😨
author's note : and as my obsession goes crazy, I knew I had to write a miniseries on Minho. I honestly have no idea how long it can be this time, it'll mostly depend on your feedback but also how long I make this but expect 2-3 parts more ?? this was written out of nowhere tbh because I had a really different idea for this. anyways enjoy and let me know what you think ! <3 ( not proofread as usual, we die like real men 😀)
based on this request !
word count : 4.3k
"Maybe you should put that down now."
Kitty said, observing the way you tipped down the cocktail, be it a secret yet not secret alcoholic one.
You winced and shook your head as you smashed the glass down after, Kitty having to shoot an apologetic look to the temporary bartender, who wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else but a party of drunk and horny teenagers sneaking in alcohol and downing it as though they were going through all stages of grief at the moment or in moments of classical teenage stupidity.
"Oh- KAY! I think that's more than enough." She pulled your hands away from the other cocktail that was served up,despite this one now being the only non-alcoholic, she felt it was getting a lot and you whined at her, she narrowed her eyes at you.
"Y/N, you've had more than enough."
"Noooo, I'm fine I can handle ittt." Your words slurred and she gave you a blank stare, holding up two fingers, she asked
"Okay then, how many fingers I am holding up?"
You narrowed your eyes, trying to think hard and giggled as you spoke
"Kitty, Katty since when did you have six fingers?" A drunken smile sat on your face as you leaned forward pointing your finger to count the 'six' fingers.
You vision was blurry but you were still able to make out the outline of what was in front of you.
Kitty rolled her eyes and sighed softly "How much did you even have?"
You put up both your hands, all fingers up and her eyes widened almost comically, it only made you giggle at her expressions,
"TEN? please tell me TEN sips!"
"Nooo silly, of course not…it was just three glasses with that sercret ingredient." You whispered to her as you leaned in closer as though you were telling a top secret and in a way it was, your lips were turned upwards, dimples lightly peaking.
"Alright, we have to get you back to the dorms then! Let me call Q and Florian, then we'll go okay? You stay here. Don't move Y/N!" She pointed at you, her words strict but you couldn't think about anything other than how pretty she seemed at the moment, so without much thought you blurted out,
"You look so pretty, Kit, you really do." Your eyes were half closed but you could see her wearing a tight black dress, her hair done down and straight, her black heels only making her figure look leaner.
Kitty, despite knowing you were drunk, couldn't help but laugh at your words, she shook her head and told you one last time before disappearing to find Q and Florian as soon as she could.
Looking up, the ceiling was multicolored, flashes of blue and green danced across it and you looked in awe as if it was a piece of art.
You looked around you, noticing the way the entire place seemed to be overcrowded but people were having fun, either getting shit drunk or dancing as if it was their last time.
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
You smiled when you heard the familiar tune and lyrics, having hearing it from your roommate and also ended up falling in love with it, the beat was slightly altered to make it more party pop but it only made it more better.
Standing up and stumbling slightly as you made your way to the dance floor, the world looking like it was moving fast as you also moved your body along to the crowd.
You felt as though you'd been hit so hard when you ended up colliding harshly into the person and you braced yourself for the fall, feeling as if you're flying high to come crashing hard into the ground.
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
And as cliche as it could get, you didn't feel the crash instead a stronger grip on your waist pulled you back up as the side face instead hit something soft yet firm.
You looked up and you felt the same awe when you saw the multicolored ceiling as though it was a piece of art, maybe even more, as your eyes scanned his face.
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Colours shone on his face, highlighting his sharp jawline that you felt yourself get lost in, you continued to scan the bridge of his nose and his cupid's bow. You looked into his eyes and only felt your haziness increase as you felt the tug in your heart. They seemed to drink you in as you did him, and your gaze turned to the way one corner of his lips turned upwards.
The arm around your waist felt warmer than it should and you definitely felt the heat on your face, your entire body even. Your knees felt more weaker as you prayed your legs didn't give up on you, and with this the grip on your waist only got tighter.
Minho looked down at you, his gaze never leaving your face as he held you up. Staring at your lips for a little longer than he should have. The fact that he felt as if there were sparks of electricity running through just by the waist around your arm and most of your body weight on his, made him only want more. More than he should be wanting.
And again, letting your intrusive thoughts take the wheel of your actions, you lifted up one hand and brushed it along his jawline.
"Ouch…paper cut." Giggling at your ridiculous joke, you rested your head on his shoulder now, moving your arms around his broad shoulders.
Naturally, his own arms now fully wrapped around your waist and if someone, which more than a few heads turned, saw you in this position, it'd look more intimate than it should. Considering how far down you both go.
Minho smiled unknowingly, the sound of your giggles always making his heart race more than it should.
"I know you're clumsy as fuck, but I didn't think you'd fall for me this soon, I guess it would happen soon anyways considering how intelligent and good looking I am."
Your eyes moved to look up into his, noticing his lips pulled into a smirk that really only did more things unbeknownst to you,and you narrowed them before slurring out,
"You sound exactly like Minho, I actually thought it was almost you." You continued mumbling,
"But I know it's definitely not him, considering he was already busy with that…Madison." You rolled your eyes, slowly shutting them and you pushed your head back down onto his shoulders and moved closer to the crook of his neck, craving the warmth he radiated.
"Plus I'm sure he'd let me fall face first on the ground if I fell on him the way I just did." You mumbled into his neck, he felt himself control the shiver that run down his spine when your lips touched his neck as you mumbled.
Frowning, he spoke up, wanting to defend himself even if it seemed pointless,
"No, he wouldn't." He said firmly and you looked up at him as you thought of his words,
"Considering how we are, I don't think I'm wrong to assume he'd do that." Even though you were drunk, you spoke the words more smoothly as if it was a whole truth.
"Besides I don't even care what he does, he can go kiss that…that girl for all I care, no I definitely don't care if he does this with her, if he looks at her like that way."
Minho's expression turned down, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips pulled into a frown,
"What way?" He asked softly as he could see your eyes tearing up and you gulped sadly and you put on a dejected smile,
"How I wish, I wish he'd look at me, for once." You said more gently, whispering letting your vulnerable feelings speak up.
He only felt his heart sinking the more he took in the sadness and vulnerability showing on your face, he felt his guilt double than it had before as he recalled why he'd even been making out with Madison in the first place.
He'd felt his entire focus zone in on the person who'd just walk in the place.
Even as much as he seemed to hate your mere presence, his eyes always seemed to drift towards you much to his annoyance.
His gaze felt heavy as it dragged from the shoes you'd worn to the hairstyle you'd done. Your outfit consisted of a maroon tight dress that had ended just below your knees, a teasing slit running just a little further up your left side, just enough to make someone want to see more.
Your lips were a similar shade of maroon as you smiled, depths forming on your cheeks that tugged at his heart, your hair done down and resting just below your shoulders.
You looked…you looked better than he could even describe.
Beautiful would be a word, but he thinks it underwhelms you.
Kitty was beside you in her black dress and her hair done down but his eyes couldn't stop drinking you in as if it was not enough for him.
He wanted something he shouldn't. He shouldn't be thinking about you right now the way he is.
He forced himself to look away, searching for someone else in the crowd.
He looked better than he should and you hated the way your eyes moved to the dip between his throat and shirt.
Gosh that's such an ugly fucking colour you thought yet you felt fainter as your eyes scanned the way his hair was parted, something you knew only he could pull off. Some loose strands sat on his forehead and you hated the way you felt your legs almost give up in these tight heels as you took in the way the blazer fit his broad shoulders.
Fuck he looked good.
You looked at him, observing him scanning the crowd as he disappeared away.
"Let's get this party started!" Kitty said excitedly to which you lightly laughed,
"Kitty it's already started, we are already like forty minutes late because of a certain someone but sure! Love the enthusiasm! Woo!" You chuckled as you saw her excitement bubble down and then laughing along with you.
"Let's go then girls! The best place at a party, the bar!" Q threw his arms around both your shoulders as he sloshed himself between you, now pulling you towards the bar.
The bartender served up five mocktails which you thought were too beautiful looking to be drank but you raised a toast,
"Here's to meeting new people and ending our bitchless eras!" You toasted as you giggled which was followed by the rest clinking their respective glasses onto yours as you took a sip.
"Guys,I have something." Florian spoke as he pulled a flask from his blazer and your eyes widened at the sight, knowing what it was.
"Oh My God! No way… now you're the real one for this." You said as he winked at you and opened the flask, the smell already indicating what it was as he poured in a bit into yours and his.
"Ohh me too! Me too!" Kitty said as she pushed her glass towards him and he poured in hers as well.
"The last for the best." Florian spoke as he poured it in Q's drink which made him look away and you smirked as you saw him almost blush.
"Now this is a real toast." You finally clinked your drinks for the last time, now taking in a sip, wincing yet loving the bitter taste that contrasted well with the sweetness of the cocktail.
"By the way, Y/N, I don't think you're ever going to be able to meet new people." Kitty spoke which made you turn to her in confusion.
"I mean come on, you won't be able to meet new people because you already are into someone." She continued and now looked towards Q, him nodding in agreement as you still looked in confusion.
"Oh please, don't look like a lost puppy now, we all saw the way you basically bore your eyes into Min ho as soon as you saw him like a hungry vulture or something." Q said which made Florian chuckle and you only glared at his words as though looks could kill.
"You don't plan a murder out loud now do you?" You defended yourself as Kitty rolled her eyes,
"More like you'd kill anyone who'd dare even hurt a fraction of his hair." Kitty said to which now both Florian and Q nodded, feeling betrayal as you looked at Florian, thinking he'd been on your side to which he only raised his hands in his defense.
"Look, Y/N, maybe you don't see it, but you definitely go past the so called hate line you both have." He said as he knew you surely felt more for him than the passive aggressive persona you showed when he was around.
"After all they do say the lines between love and hate tend to blur." Kitty said as she took a sip of her drink and you only scoffed, ready to reply saying you knew where you stood and you were gladly under the hate side, despising Min ho because of his unbearable personality that would make you so mad.
So mad you'd want to punch his pretty face at times.
"Uh oh." Q said suddenly as his eyes caught a sight that he wished wouldn't have but they quickly widened when he realised you were literally right next to him and probably heard him.
Naturally your eyes moved to where he was looking, and oh how you wished you also didn't see what you just saw but for completely different reasons that you couldn't put a finger on at the time being.
Minho stood next to Madison as he whispered something into her ears, which made her laugh, you saw the way his arm was wrapped around her waist, hiding her close to him.
You felt like throwing up as your stomach recoil and churn, moving your eyes, not wanting to think more of this than you should. But it seemed as though it was impossible as the image replayed in your mind.
You felt the tension in the air when your face twisted bitterly, noticing your friends also tensing up and felt guilty for suddenly changing the cheerful mood.
"Guys come one now, I don't care, now go and have fun!" You reassured them as they looked at you skeptically.
"Listen, he can go and fuck around with whoever he wants, I really don't care. We shouldn't let this ruin our moods. Now go." You bit on your tongue as put on a tight smile, no usual dimples peaking, a sign it was fake.
Hearing the firmer tone at the end, Q and Florian nodded as they held hands "Okay then, find us when you need us okay?"
Q said as you just mindlessly nodded and they also moved into the flow of the crowd.
Kitty still looked at you skeptically but you just smiled at her, now a genuine one telling her to go on and finish her agenda of meeting new people.
At least one of you seemed ready to move on.
"Thank you." You heard a voice suddenly speak up from beside you as you sat nursing the cocktail in your hands, it's coolness relieving the warmth your body felt.
"Oh someone with manners, I like that." You said putting down your drink, deciding that if he can fuck around when he wants, who were you to not as well.
The guy next to you turns towards you, him taking in your figure, a smirk forming on his face as he realised who you were.
"I'm Geon." He said to which you smiled.
"Y/N." You spoke up to which he chuckled which made you a bit confused,
"Oh I know." You raised an eyebrow at his words,
"It's an honor to have the hottest girl here talking to me." He said with a grin as you then lifted your drink to take another sip, after which you giggled at his words, even though you didn't think you would have even been phased if it weren't for the alcohol now slowly flowing in your system.
"Oh yeah? Tell me more." You leaned in closer to him with a smug smile, biting your lip lightly to which you think again, this probably wouldn't be happening right now if it weren't for the liquid courage or your mess of an emotional baggage.
This whole spectacle was being seen by someone who'd otherwise think you were both already together. He rolled his eyes, looking away as he clicked his tongue, folding his arms and a scowl of both disgust and jealousy forming on his face.
Of course.
He thought looking back at the pair of Geon and you.
"I think she's better than all the other girls, even Yuri, people say she's the prettiest but don't realize that they are wrong. And Kitty next to you looks so underwhelming but both of them are nothing but plain next to you."
And despite you starting to feel more tipsy, you controlled the urge to just flip him off.
Instead you leaned in closer, raising one hand and cupping his face, bringing your face near his ear, as though you'd whisper about how he was definitely right, a light smile forming on his face.
That's what he thought at least.
Chuckling lowly, you whispered sweetly,
"You know sweety, what type of men I absolutely despise?"
You briefly made eye contact with him when he looked down at you from the corner of his eye.
"The ones who bring women down in hopes of getting into my pants and thinking that will actually work."
You trailed your hand down his neck, fingers lightly touching, he gulped as he shivered under your touch, the grin forming on his face long gone when he heard the venom lacing your tone.
"Let alone the fact that they are my best friends, and trust me, if I wanted to I'd punch the shit out of you right now but,listen to me carefully."
You rested your hand on his collarbone,
"No girl is meant for your judging pleasure especially not for undeserving dickheads like you and if you dare talk to me again, trust me, I can do much worse than you can think."
You leaned back and patted his chest, grinning widely, but your eyes said a completely different story.
"Now. Fuck off."
And fuck off he did as he swallowed nervously, turning around and moving into the crazy crowd,mumbling something under his breath, you not really caring to pay attention to his words as you sighed out, rubbing your forehead with your fingers.
Men are nothing but disappointment, what did I even expect ?
"Hey guess what!- what happened to you?" Kitty said as she suddenly appeared from your right side making you surprised but you smiled at her reassuringly, not wanting her to know what that jerk said for obvious reasons.
"Oh it's nothing, it's getting noisy that's all." Kitty didn't seem convinced at all because she did spot you talking to Geon, not wanting to interrupt when he saw you whispering something to him,
Huh so she really was serious about the whole meeting new people thing?
But when he walked away looking a little paler, she figured it was not exactly what it looked like, deciding that she should intervene now.
"Oh-kay but you know what, I just…" You now looked forward your back facing the bar as you placed your elbows on the counter, leaning onto them, raising an eyebrow at her for her to continue,
"I am glad I came here, I'm glad we all did, I'm happy, for once and it feels so…so good to be happy with you guys who I didn't think would even be my friends."
She said smiling at you, her sitting down next to your stool, and you turned your neck, looking at her now,
You smiled, finally a genuine one and it showed when your dimples showed,
"I'm glad I met you guys as well." You told her and just as she was about to say something, her eyes trailed towards your left, narrowing to make sure she was seeing right.
She froze when she saw you look at her, naturally wanting to see what made her look the way she was looking right now.
"Uh! Well look you know I'm happy you…uh well you agreed to come here!" She pulled your shoulders a little forcefully, the rotating barstool moving and making you now face her.
You looked perplexed at her behaviour, especially how she almost knocked you out but she just smiled at you, a little too forcefully.
"I just think you should know you deserve better than you think and even if it's not-"
"Kitty."
You called out to her, stopping her rambling, moving your hands up from off your shoulders.
"What's got you so…so nervous all of a sudden?" You questioned seeing her eyes still fixated behind you, her hand stopping you again from turning around.
"I just don't think you should see this. Really." She swallowed nervously and you waved her off,
"It's not that deep Kitty chill." You said but how you wished you'd listen to her.
You went rigid, seeing the sight now in front of you and clenched your jaw.
There was Minho in all his glory, kissing, no more like passionately making out with none other than Madison.
He had his arms around her waist as she played with his hair, and you could see her smile into the kiss. His mouth moved from her lips to her jawline and you watched her giggle as he seemed to be whispering something that made her laugh only more.
Fuck.
Why did it feel like someone just ripped your heart out and smashed it right in front of you with their bare hands?
You turned towards the bar, squeezing your eyes shut, holding your head in your hands as you felt the pounding in it get harder.
You gulped harshly trying to squeeze the image out of your brain,
"Y/N." Kitty put her hand on your shoulder, her warm touch contrasting the coldness you felt.
"Ah, I should have listened to you." You laughed but it held no humour. You could feel your emotions go all over the place as you replayed everything you'd seen till now.
Both of them laughing together, him looking at her as if she was the only on there, him focusing on her as if she was the only one there, him making out with her as if she'd slip away from his hands.
"You know what maybe I just need a little drink." You raised your hand up calling for the bartender and asking for two cocktails.
You put your hand out to Kitty expectedly, her frowning at the way you tried to act as if it was all right but she could see the unshed tears on your lash line.
Before she could say anything, you asked her quickly,
"Where's that whisky Florian gave you?" Talking about the flask she'd been hiding in her purse that was given to her by Florian.
"Y/N, you can't just drink away your emotions like this, you can't even handle alcohol-"
"Kitty, I'll be fine, just…just give it to me please?"
She sighed, she knew about your tendency to avoid talking about your feelings. She just opened up her purse and removed the flask just as the bartender served the drinks.
You took it from her and poured a questionable amount but you didn't really care at the moment, wanting to feel the high rather than the heaviness you currently felt creeping in your chest.
Raising a toast to yourself, you grinned up at Kitty, a sorrowness that only made her feel more and more sympathic for you.
"Here's to the most unluckiest person at the moment, me!"
That was now half an hour ago, and here you were now wrapped tightly around the very person who'd made you feel miserable in the first place.
"You know it's not even his fault. We don't even like each other. I'm pretty sure he hates me but why the fuck does it hurt so bad?" You whined as you pulled away from the supposed stranger's, attractive one at least, body and stood up on your own.
You pushed his arms away from you and you almost stumbles but held one hand out when he tried to hold you again to prevent you from falling,
"Y/N you'll fall-"
"No, I'm fine, I swear. I don't even know why I just dumped that weird emotional baggage onto you, sorry."
"Thank you anyways, for you know saving me from breaking my own face right there, if you want me to repay you, just come to Chemistry class first period on Monday!"
You stepped away from him and trying to not cry because no matter how drunk you were you didn't want to cry over some stupid boy.
Minho stood there, his eyes downcast as he remembered the look on your face, he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily.
How do I even begin ?
READ PART TWO HERE !
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𝕭𝖊𝖉𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
Swampstew Bedtime stories are NSFW and SFW (content warnings on each individual post) posts featuring characters in the One Piece Universe. These is where I keep all the asks I receive, random events I do, and everything in between. This is the masterlist for all stories I write of other characters aside from Eustass Kid though he also has his own section here because duh😌
Raven's Silly Events - event announcements & links to fics
- Kinktober 2022 - hella spicy
- Blind Date Event 2023
- Oh Captain, My Captain Mini Event
- Buggy's Spooktacular Special Halloween Costume Contest Collaboration
- Kinktober 2023 - hella spicy
- Valentine's Day Event
- 1K follower event - Call me on my shell phone ~ 1-800-GRANDLINE BLING
Stoned Situations - random things I come up with when I smoke😌
- OP Blunt Rotation
- Period HCs - Monster trio + Law and Kid vs. your period
#StonedWitchHours
.Killer and Kid, and how their future arc will be linked to Skypeia.
.Kid & Calgara & Skypeia arc holy trinity.
.Kid hates absent pirate idol Shanks.
.Kid's Ambition.
.Killer's Laugh.
.The Florian Triangle Curse.
Character List - every character I've written for thus far.
Benn Beckman
- Taking care of sick reader - poly relationship with Benn, reader and Shanks
Black Leg Sanji
- Taking care of insecure reader - heavy themes: mental health, depression, dysmorphia - Suggestive, poly-ish relationship with Sanji, reader and Zoro
- Voyeurism/accidental walk in head canons with multiple characters - Spicy af
- Blind Date Event ~ Sanji X F! Reader - Picnic date
Buggy the Star Clown
- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - simple touches
Cavendish
- Blind Date Event ~ Cavendish X F! Reader - Rooftop Bar Date
Crocodile
- Pet Play HC - Spicy, pet play head canon
- Comforting depressed reader - mental health blues
Charlotte Katakuri
- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters
- All good things to those who wait - Spicy size kink
Diez Drake
- Oh Captain, My Captain Mini Event - Spicy, bulge
Donquixote Doflamingo
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
Dracule Mihawk
-Mihawk Pet Play HC - Spicy pet play head canon
Franky the Cyborg
- Blind Date Event ~ Franky X F! Reader - Street racing and star gazing date
Gol D. Roger
- Oh Captain, My Captain, mini event - spicy, multi kink
Eustass Kid
- Say My Name - Spicy praise kink
- Rock Star God - Spicy auralism kink
- Eustass Kid loves to touch you - suggestive at best, mostly fluff
- 200 Follower Milestone - Spicy voyeurism kink
- Voyeurism/accidental walk in with multiple characters, spicy af
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
- 500 Follower Milestone - Eustass Kid deserves a day off
- Taking care of burnt out reader - head canons, fluff and spicy head canons, Shanks is here too
- Just the Tip - Spicy
- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - Spicy types of kisses
- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - Domestic intimacy + painting
- Buggy's Spooktacular Special Costume Contest - Sexy Sauron
- Lemon into lemonade - spicy, yandere-type Kid but make it dubious consensual
- Really Really - spicy/suggestive, provoking the virgin loserboy captain
Franky the Cyborg
- Blind Date Event ~ Franky X F! Reader - Street racing and star gazing date
Killer
- Vacation getaway - fluff
- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
- Spoiling Killer - Killer deserves a day off
Kyros
- Blind Date Event ~ Kyros X F! Reader - Dinner and Karaoke date
Marco the Phoenix
- Blind Date Event ~ Marco X M! Reader - Beach bar and bonfire date
- Beach road trip - fluff, poly relationship with Marco, reader and Ace
Monkey D. Luffy
- Oh Yandere!
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - spicy play
Portgas D. Ace
- Beach road trip - fluff, poly relationship with Ace, reader and Marco
Red Haired Shanks
- Blind Date Event ~ Shanks X F! Reader - Drive-in movie and disco club date
- Taking care of sick reader - poly relationship with Shanks, reader and Benn
- Taking care of burnt out reader - fluff and spicy head canons, Eustass Kid is here too
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Spicy. Subtle intimacy + hiding in plain sight
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - angst, lovers to enemies
Rocks D. Xebec
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
Roronoa Zoro
- BDSM Variety Bag - Spicy, multi kink
- Taking care of insecure reader - Heavy themes: mental health, depression, dysmorphia - Suggestive, poly-ish relationship with Zoro, reader and Sanji
- Voyuerism/walk in kink head canons - spicy, multiple characters
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
- Blind Date Event ~ Zoro X GN Reader - Carnival date
Sabo
- Blind Date Event ~ Sabo X F! Reader - Arcade date
Trafalgar Law
- Secret Recipe - Law makes hot chocolate bombs
- Something Growing - fluff
- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
- Blind Date Event ~ Law X M! Reader - Coffee house date
- Rough Night - Spicy with delayed aftercare
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Sleep, simple touches
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Spicy, Hair
Vinsmoke Niji
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
Yamato
- Blind date event ~ Yamato X GN Reader - Ramen date
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Just out of curiosity, do you have a list of upcoming fics?
i do! these are the fics i have scheduled to come out:
requests:
7/16: carlos sainz x reader (reader is shy)
7/19: thorin oakenshield x reader (reader is a fairy and on the quest, fae i am obsessed with your mind)
7/22: goodnight robicheaux x reader (reader is a witch (!) and fights)
7/25: ben florian x reader (soulmates au where negative things you think about yourself are written on the skin of your soulmate)
7/28: charlie dalton x male!reader (headcanons for charlie realizing he likes guys)
7/31: peter pevensie x reader (peter and reader are trapped in a cave after a battle, reader is injured, they await rescue)
8/3: kaz brekker x reader (reader is a historian with knowledge of a location kaz needs for a job, but kaz develops feelings ! !)
8/6: thomas x reader (thomas has magic! in the maze he has magic!)
8/9: kaz brekker x reader (reader joins the dregs to save her little sister but kaz sees this as a prime opportunity for a resurgence of his brother trauma)
8/12: regulus black x potter!reader (they fake their deaths together and go on a horcrux destroying quest)
8/15: darkling x reader (soulmates au)
8/18: andrew garfield peter parker x reader (reader is a former hydra experiment with wings, now an avenger)
8/21: alina starkov x reader (healing from trauma after ruin and rising)
8/24: theo raeken x reader (theo confesses his feelings but reader has the distinct memory of when he tried to kill them all)
8/27: nikolai lantsov x reader (reader was on sturmhond's crew but anti monarchy so they cannot date !)
8/30: katniss everdeen x reader (reader is haymitch's daughter)
9/2: inej ghafa x reader (dirtyhands gets sick of the constant pining and uses the ol kazzle dazzle to get them together)
9/5: namor x reader (reader is a daughter of hecate)
9/8: nina zenik x reader (spies in fjerda!! but with love!!)
9/11: platonic natasha trace x reader (reader is a country singer and supported by the dagger squad)
9/14: charles leclerc x carlos sainz (soulmates au)
author's privilege non requests:
9/17: tom holland peter parker x reader (au where the avengers have strange cast a spell on all of them so no one remembers the real identities of the avengers after the disaster that was spiderman no way home, this is v convoluted but trust me it will hit)
9/20: lewis hamilton x reader (childhood best friends to potential of rivals to lovers)
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AN INTRODUCTION TO MY PAGE!
Hi, my name is AJ, but you can call me whatever you feel like! I’m 19, and I’m trying to garner enough writing experience to maybe some day open up commissions. This blog is centered around Pokémon, so if you want to see something, leave an ask!
ASKS are always open, for any requests! It could be headcanons, a oneshot or maybe something a bit longer.
I specialize in writing ficlets on the fluffier side of the spectrum, but sometimes I will take up angst. Smut is out of the question, because I’m uncomfortable with writing that kind of content.
I have some boundaries I would like to set for my ASKS/REQUESTS. You can request the following without incident: CHAR x CHAR, CHAR x READER, CHAR and CHAR, CHAR and READER.
As for ships, I will NOT be writing anything that is considered the following: Incest, Minor x Adult, Large Age Gaps (BIGGER THAN 3 YEARS), Teacher x Student, Poképhilia (Pokémon x CHAR), or any other fucked up subject of the sort.
Most of my present-day knowledge is provided via the Mainstream Games, and not the Television Show. My knowledge on the show is very, very limited as the last time I watched it was when Black and White was still running.
LIST OF CHARACTERS THAT I'M VERY FAMILIAR WITH
SCARLET & VIOLET
Kieran
Drayton
Carmine
Juliana
Florian
Arven
Penny
Nemona
Rika
Lacey
Professor Turo
Professor Sada
Professor Jacq
LEGENDS ARCEUS
Akari
Rei
Adaman
Irida
Volo
Arezu
Ingo
SWORD & SHIELD
Leon
Raihan
Gloria
Victor
Hop
Bede
Sonia
Nessa
Allister
Rose
Marnie
Piers
X & Y
Serena
Calem
Shauna
Tierno
Trevor
Lysandre
Sycamore
Clemont
BLACK & WHITE / BLACK 2 & WHITE 2
N
Hilda/Rosa
Hilbert/Nathan
Iris
Cheren
Bianca
Ingo
Emmett
DIAMOND, PEARL & PLATINUM
Dawn
Lucas
Barry
Cynthia
Cyrus
Saturn
Jupiter
Mars
Volkner
RUBY, SAPPHIRE & EMERALD
May
Brendan
Wally
Steven Stone
Wallace
Archie
Maxie
Any characters not present on the list above, I am not all that familiar with- however, if you have a different character in mind just leave a request and I’ll do my research.
#pokemon#writing#games#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon sword and shield#pokemon legends arceus#pokemon diamond and pearl#pokemon platinum#pokemon black and white#pokemon black 2#pokemon white 2#pokemon ruby and sapphire#pokemon emerald
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Throw It In The Trash
Florian x Bella (Black OC)
Word Count: 1.1k
TW: SMUT!, Jealous BF, choking, oral (Male reciving), spanking, name calling.
Porn with very little plot. I am rusty and haven’t written in a while.
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“Babe, I am home!” Florian yelled into the empty condo. He dropped his gym bag by the door, instantly kicking it to the side so his girl would trip on it.
He walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple, water and a protein bar for a post workout snack. Bella usually beat him home, especially on her days off, that was if she left the house anyone.
No one ever expected them to be a couple, the quiet bookworm and the gym junkie who liked to box, but they were made for each other and Florian didn't want any other woman to call his.
Florian plopped on the couch, turning on the highlights for the Jake Paul VS Askren. He still wasn't sure if the fights were legit or being thrown for social media clout, either way Jake Paul was in for a rude awakening when he fought Floyd.
He didn't turn when he heard the keys in the door, or the rustling of bags.
“Hey Babe!!” Her sweet voice ranged out.
“In here baby.” Florian got up to greet her and stopped in his tracks.
“So I know I said I was going to stay home and finish that book, but Mia wanted to go to brunch, brunch turned into window shopping, and then we had to stop at the bookstore, and I may have spent like a few hours there. Florian, what are you staring at?”
“You wore that?”
Florian's eyes traced up and down his girlfriend's curvy figure. Bella is a full figured woman, at 5’7 she was mostly legs that ended at very plump thighs. A pudgy stomach that Florian loved to grab on, and breasts that were the best pillows.
“Yeah, cute right.” she did a little twirl, not realizing that he was angry.
“You wore that skirt outside, where other men can see you?”
The skirt in question did nothing to hide her figure, it gripped her like a second skin, almost looking like a tulip at the end to him.
“Well I am not invisible Florian, what's your problem?”
“My problem is you wore that out Bella, showing everyone what's mine.”
Bella rolled her eyes, before turning away from him to take the books she bought out the bag.
“Anyway, I also picked you up a magazine..”
“Bella dont ignore me, take it off, throw it away or I will rip it off.”
Bella turned and gasped, “You wouldn't dare, I just got this.”
Florian stalked over to her, pushing Bella against the wall. One hand went around her throat, softly gripping her. He gave her a peck on the lips, his other hand coming down to grip her hip.
“Do you really wanna try me babygirl.”
The smirk on her lips, told him all he needed to know, she wanted to play.
“But I like this…”
“I didn't ask if you liked it, I’m sure you like you, you bought it, then wore it outside for everyone to see. Just because Mia is single and a slut dont mean you have to act like it too. You belong to me, right?”
Bella gently nodded her head.
“Words.” he growled.
“Yes Daddy.”
“Good, now take it off before I rip it off, either way, you are throwing it in the trash and I won't repeat myself.
Florian took a step away from her, giving her enough room to maneuver the tight skirt off. He shook his head when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties.
“Where the fuck is your underware?”
“Pantylines.” was all she said as if that was a good of enough reason.
Florian pulled her over to the couch, across his lap.
“You are getting 10 for being such a slut today.”
“But…”
“15, want to keep talking? Count each one and I better hear a thank you Daddy.”
Florian took a moment to admire her plump ass, hands gently rubbing the soft skin, before striking for the first time. Bella ass jiggled with each slap. She followed his directions not wanting to get into more trouble than she already was.
“On your knees baby.”
As Bella was between his knees, he gently tipped her chin and gave her a kiss.
“Still my good girl even if you like to act up sometimes. Take Daddy out.”
The pout on her face was instantly gone as she grabbed the hem of his joggers, pulling out his thick cock.
“Apologize to Daddy for hurting his feelings.”
Looking through her eyelashes, “I’m sorry Daddy for hurting your feelings and wearing that skirt out with no panties, won't happen again.”
“Yeah cause I am throwing it away.”
Bella soft lips wrapped around him and he let out a happy sigh. Bella's mouth slid up and down his hard cock.
“Be Daddy good girl, no hands.”
Her hands came to rest on his thighs, nails gently scratching against the flesh. Florian rested his hand on the back of her neck, knowing how particular she was about her hair. He gently pushed down until her nose rested against his pubic area.
“Fuck babygirl you feel so good.”
Florian let go and she came up gasping for air, eyes slightly watery as she looked up at him and smirked.
“Again.” he growled.
Florian toes curled as his cock hit the back of her throat, the slight gagging noises coming for his baby Bella.
“Fuck I need to be inside of you.”
Florian pulled her off, already about to cum. Florian pulled Bella into his lap, his cock pushing at her inner thigh as he worked her shirt and bra off. Her heavy breast pushed against his chest as he moved her into place, sliding her down his cock.
“Miss me today baby?”
“Yes Daddy.” Bella moaned into his mouth.
Bella started to bounce on his lap, Florian’s cock wrapped in warm, wet, velvet walls. Florian grabbed her ass, gripping it tightly as he pushed his hips forward, matching her strokes.
“You better cum on my cock baby, make a mess on my lap baby girl.” Florian whispered in her ear before kissing down her neck.
Bella moans were driving him crazy, “Shit, I’m about to cum.”
“Cum with me baby, fuck I need to fill you.”
Bella walls tightened around him as he flooded her with cum. Florian didn't move, holding her tight against his chest as they both caught their breath.
“I’m glad you didnt rip my skirt, I like it a lot.”
“I’m not ripping it cause you are going to throw it in the trash.” Florian laughed as he picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom for round two.
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Duality [Florian Munteanu]
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pairing - florian munteanu x black!reader
summary - there’s no denying that florian is a passionate lover, and he has two very distinct sides to him in the bedroom. he is completely unpredictable, there’s no telling which side you’re going to get; 'sweet' or 'insatiable' - but you welcome either.
warnings - smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, squirting, unprotected sex
word count - 1928
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Sweet:
Florian followed the trail of clothes leading into their bedroom and greeted by the sight of YN sprawled underneath the covers. She rose from the bed, revealing the deep red set that clung to her body, and walked over to him. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back with a teasing look and said: "No, not yet." YN pulled the shirt over his head and walked forwards with Florian mimicking the movements backwards until his knees met the edge of the bed and fell onto the mattress.
She fell gracefully on the bed next to him and sunk into the pillows before straddling his hips. He went to sit up, but she pushed him back down.
"YN-" She cut him off by kissing his lips. He kissed back with fervency, his hands came up to her neck and hair. She registered his actions, collected her thoughts and remembered to stick to her plan, so she pulled away. She grabbed his hands gently and place them back down by his sides.
"No touching," YN whispered.
"You're not playing fair."
"Shh." She brought her finger up to his lips and kissed him again. She made it a gradual process, and it was her intention to enjoy it but most of all, she wanted him to enjoy it. YN drew away, and Florian instantly missed the heat curling within him but soon felt her soft lips from his jawline to his neck and collarbone. Kissing every inch of him, she could feel the struggle to restrain his hands. She placed soft butterfly kisses down his chest and abs.
"YN." He murmured her name. She could hear and feel the desperation to use his hands and the willpower it was taking him not to. She sat up, still straddling him and gently grasped his hands a place them on her hips.
"Your turn," She breathed into his ear and bit the shell of his earlobe.
Florian's hand instantly went about roaming her body, and she was completely magnetised by his arousal. Any opportunity to present his dominance he would take it but she made him crumble, making his claims of desiring her clear. He leaned in for a kiss, his lips were gentle against hers and YN's hands begin to slide up his chest and encircle his neck.
He pulled away this time, and whilst kissing her chest he mumbled against it "You're irresistible." His hand came to her bra and didn't even attempt to undo the strap. He grabbed the middle and tore away. She heard the fabric rip and gasped at what he'd just done.
"Shh," he said using YN's own words against her. That night wasn't like any other night; he planned on taking all of her and savouring every moment.
As YN rode him, he caressed every part of her - hands roaming from her neck to the swell of her breasts, to her back and down to her ass; leaving no part of her untouched. Her thighs were bridged either side of him, and Florian's grip on her waist tightened, closing the gap between their bodies. She raised her hips until there was just the throbbing tip left inside of her and then she brought her waist down on his member. YN alternated between this and rotating her hips, in an agonisingly slow and sensual way that had Florian wanting more. He placed chaste kisses on her neck before slipping his tongue out to lick a bold stripe and blowing coolly on it, sending a sweet chill down her spine.
He recognised the pattern in her movements and met them accordingly. Every time she dropped her waist down on him, he thrust upwards, making sure that she would feel the tip, of hardened length hitting that spot in her pussy. Florian allowed for the back of her thighs to meet the top of his once more before taking control. He could feel each throb of her heat around him as he gripped the flesh of her ass and brought her down on his length. YN rode his dick with expert skill and Florian buried his face in her chest, giving each of her pebbled nipples deserved attention. The pleasure they were feeling was inexplicable.
"Fuck baby, I need to cum", she drawled as she dragged the tips of her acrylic nails from his shaven head to his back. The responses she received were moans and hums that vibrated through her chest. Florian held onto her waist and thrusted upwards with an unrelenting speed, he purely desired to see her in throes of pleasure. He released her nipple from his mouth and allowed his moans to escape. His hand slipped into her hair and tugged on it as their hips moved with ferocity. There was a heat that radiated in her body and YN felt her orgasm ready to take over body.
"That's it baby, cum for me." Florian coaxed her as her body began to convulse, his forehead pressed against hers and their breaths mingled. A chorus of euphoric moans rang through the air as YN's orgasm triggered his own. The tight clenching of her cunt milked his aching member and his seed painted her walls. He continued deliver deep and powerful to her core to prolong their mutual bliss but he also loved the way her nectar coated him and the sounds of her slick juices around him.
Her thighs were still trembling above his and their breathing was heavy as the aftershocks from love making made its way through them.
Insatiable:
"You know the rules. You take what I give and don't cum until I tell you so," Florian warned.
As the heat between her legs grew, she massaged them together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache. His hands gripped her thighs, prying them apart, allowing the cool air to reach her dampened core and watched her pussy glisten in the light; anticipating his touch.
YN knew exactly what she was getting herself into when she was teasing him throughout the day. She expected to receive some form of punishment, and no doubt that that was what she going to get. Though it never felt like punishment as that was only just another of saying that Florian was going to provide her with a reminder of the intense pleasure he could give; which is exactly she continued to defy him.
He parted her lips and attached his own to her core in an instant, his flattened tongue dragging from her throbbing clit to her entrance. He bound an arm around her legs, securing her thighs and the other pressed on the lower part of her stomach, intensifying the pressure. She knew she possessed some level of power over him but Florian never verbally let on how much she affected him; instead, he showed it through his actions. That was the driving force in pleasing YN because he wanted and needed to watch her feel good; anything else he received was a bonus.
He removed his hand from across her stomach and pushed two thick digits into her pussy. They stretched her opening and moved in timely rhythm with his mouth as he sucked her bud harshly. Florian knew how sensitive and responsive YN was to him so he played into that by stroking the inside of her thighs and increasing the speed of his fingers. The familiar pressure built up in the pit of her stomach and her moans were trapped in her throat. She clenched the silk sheets with every tentative flick of his tongue against her clit.
His movements were constant as his fingers pushed through her soaked core, coated in her slick and curling upwards to reach her sweet spot; he did so with no other intention than to see her fall apart. His eyes were tainted with lust as he drank in her body.
"You gonna let it all out for me?", Florian groaned with a deepened voice.
"Mmm yes Daddy", she moaned as she was barely able to articulate a response.
"Cum for me, make a mess”.
It was all overwhelming, the feeling of his tongue and fingers, the eye contact they held as she went over the edge and the power he had over her. Her mouth released breathless moans as her essence gushed out of her core, soaking his beard and forming a puddle on the sheets. His fingers continued their work on her g-spot, determined to push her to the point of overstimulation. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she mumbled incoherently.
Florian pulled his fingers from her cunt and placed them in his mouth, sucking her essence from them and relishing in how good she tasted.
He stripped out of his sweatpants, freeing his caged member and took his place between her legs. He swung her legs over his shoulders and gripped his cock firmly, rubbing it between her thick folds and spread her wetness before he slowly entered her. Groans of satisfaction erupted from their throats as she was filled and stretched in ways that brought her immeasurable pleasure. Florian silenced all her moans in a kiss and thrust into her at a steady pace. As she drew her head back, he took the opportunity to mark her exposed throat before wrapping his hand around it. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and brought his lips close to her ear and said, "That's it, baby, keep wetting this dick up for me".
Her moans got louder and bounced off the walls as she became increasingly turned on by the situation and his dirty words. Then all at once he stopped and kissed from her breasts to her stomach, his hands light; Florian went back to eating her out and using his fingers again, watching her reaction, feeling how her legs trembled and watched YN's body writhe. In seconds he was on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind so much that she didn't feel the additional fingers on her clit.
"This is what you wanted to happen when you teasing me earlier, isn't it?" Florian mumbled into ear, his voice thick with salacity.
YN's hand joined the one that was on her neck and gripped it tighter, "FUCK! Yes and this feels so good, you in this pussy. It's all yours."
Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as the intense pressure started building once more. Florian didn't deny her the chance to hear his moans because he knew that he'd get them in return and that's all he wanted, her; again and over again until their bodies were completely spent.
Her nails dug and bit into the skin of his arms as he drilled further into her gushing pussy, his thrusts were desperate as Florian felt them both on the brink of climax. YN's tight walls convulsed around his throbbing member as she became victim to orgasm that threatened to consume her. The speed of his thrusts was getting harder to maintain and became sloppy as he felt the sexual shockwaves ride through him and he erupted inside her. He hissed her name while he was at the height of pleasure.
YN threw her head back into the pillows and shut her eyes as she came down from her high. She felt the bed dip, indicating that Florian laying down and she could hear the heaviness of their breathing. They were completely intoxicated and enthralled with the pleasure they brought to each other.
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Playing Games- Part Trois (La Finale)
Characters: Florian Munteanu
Summary: As @scoop93535 said RIP to the pu**y
Warnings: Probably the nastiest smut I wrote in awhile. So I don’t know if you need to pray before, after, or both.
A/N: Shoutout to @damnitaa for suggesting Tommy Pistol, which inspired this chapter!
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Once inside the house, Flo told you to sit on the couch and not to move one muscle and that’s exactly what you did. You sat with your back erect, a few inches from the couch, hands resting on your knees, and your heels planted on the ground. So badly you wanted to lift your feet, but you knew Florian would have known you moved.
When he felt that you waited long enough, he returned downstairs in nothing, but his gray sweats slung low on his hips and something in his hand.
“Now you want to be a good girl?” Flo commented on how you remained in the same position he left you in with your head hanging. “I’m letting you know that ain’t gonna save you.” Florian leaned over the couch and your shoulder. “You made your bed, now it’s time to lay in it.” Still you said nothing. Hopefully, it would gain you some favor even if deep down you knew it wouldn’t.
Soon you felt the coolness of metal touch against your skin. It was a necklace and you were tempted to look down, but Flo’s harsh voice reminded you not to until he said so.
“You can look now.” Immediately your eyes casted down to your chest and saw Florian’s name written in cursive.
“I love it, Daddy!” You tried to jump in his lap to give him a hug, but he stopped you. Florian grabbed a good chunk of your hair and pulled your head back. “Only good girls get hugs. Not bratty little sluts who like to test their daddy’s patience.”
A shiver ran through you as Flo traced the necklace against your skin. “This was supposed to be a sweet gift. A gentle reminder of who you belong to,” His voice was much softer now. “But now it’s gonna be a reminder of how you gotten fucked like the slut you are.”
He shed his sweats far enough for his dick to bob up and down. A groan escaped your lips at the sight and Florian used that as his chance to hook a finger in your mouth to bring you to your knees and his dick. “You wanted Big Nasty, well you’re about to meet him tonight.”
Flo didn’t give you a chance to put his dick in your mouth, instead he shoved it in, fucking your face. He loved the sound of his dick hitting the back of your throat, it reminded him so much of him being deep in that pussy.
“Mmm, I might have to keep you like this.” Flo moved your hair to one side. “You’re so beautiful with a mouth full of dick. And quiet too.” He grabbed the back of your head to assure you don’t go anywhere. “And most importantly… You. Can’t. Talk. Back.”
Your face was a mess. Luckily, the waterproof mascara and eyeliner were doing their jobs, because tears were escaping your eyes like nothing. But the force of his dick shoving down your throat had you drooling everywhere.
Flo pulled your mouth off him and stared at you. He knew you probably thought you looked a hot mess right now, but he thought the opposite. You looked absolutely fucking beautiful to him.
He gripped his dick and like the trained girl you are, you stuck out your tongue. It felt so heavy against your tongue that you almost started sucking again, but Flo pulled away and spit in your mouth instead.
Looming over you, Flo kicked off his sweats. He admired your beautiful form, but you had too many clothes on. “You got 30 seconds to get out of that dress or I’m ripping it.” Florian warned you.
Your hands went to the hem of your dress and you pulled it off, revealing your naked body. Soon as you took off your heels, Florian had you bent over, you trapped under his leg and your ass exposed.
You were expecting a spanking, but when Flo’s tongue licked your sopping wetness, you jumped trying to escape, but Flo held you down. “Stop moving, before I pop you,” Florian warned you.
It was a struggle to stop yourself from squirming. Flo’s tongue was magical. You could feel the beginnings of your orgasm from the tip of your toes.
“Daddyyyy.” You couldn’t reach his face, so you settled for resting your hand on his thigh. Florian took his free hand and interlocked his fingers with yours. That soft and gentle gesture had you busting all over Flo’s face. He drunk your juices, doing his best not to let any go to waste.
The couch wasn’t working for him anymore. He needed more space to fuck you properly. Taking you in his arms, Florian made his way to the bedroom.
Once your body hit the mattress, you assumed the position. Face down, ass up. Florian loved having you vulnerable like this. He bent over you, trailing kisses down your spin causing you to shiver uncontrollably.
“Mmm, look at daddy’s pretty baby. It’s a shame I can’t reward you.” He nipped at your earlobe.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I promise to be good!” You pleaded with him, but you didn’t dare to turn your head towards him.
Flo grabbed your hair and pulled your head back far enough for him to look at him. “Did I fucking say you could talk!?” He growled while wrapping his other hand around your throat.
His gruff voice had you dripping down your thighs. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Florian let go of you, almost like he was shoving you away. He went to the chair in the corner of the room to retrieve something. By the sound of it, it was something metal.
SNAP. Oh, shit you thought. It was a fucking belt. You hated when he used the belt to spank you, but you had to boss up and take it like a champ.
To your surprise the belt was wrapped around your neck instead of smacking your ass. Florian tugged on it gently. “Not too tight, is it?” He asked lovingly, ensuring that you were safe.
“It’s perfect.” With those words, Florian switched back to mean daddy mode and rammed inside of you. At that welcomed intrusion you were coming apart.
Flo was pumping into you like a wild man, confusing you to when one orgasm started and the other ended.
“You got my attention now! Stop crying. Isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” Florian asked mocking you, pulling on the belt until he saw your brown eyes filled with that sex haze.
He continued his assault until he was satisfied with the amount of orgasms you had in that position. He laid you on your sides with your back against his chest. “No more. I can’t take anymore. I learned my lesson.” You pleaded with the man and pushed against his chest.
Florian ignored your feeble attempt to fight him off and almost put a flat palm deep inside you. It stunned you and turned you on that his whole hand almost fit inside of you.
He was going in and out of your pussy so fast that you could see your wetness splashing around. Occasionally, he would slip his hand out, slip his dick in, and slap his fingers against your tongue while whispering the dirtiest things to you.
Knowing he was close to finishing, Florian switched positions. He wanted to look into your eyes when he cums inside of you.
Florian practically was hugging you by how close he was to you. “Fuck! You’re so beautiful like this, ingerul meu (my angel). I might need you to act up like this more often.” He commented on you looking fucked out of your mind.
Him sexing you like this with sweat dripping down his face and his chain dangling against his chest made you swore you had died and gone to heaven.
You placed your hands on both sides of his face and kissed him, teasing his tongue a little bit. “Cum in me, Daddy.” You bit down on his bottom lip, pulling it a bit.
“Who said I need your permission? This is what I want your pussy for. To keep my cum deep inside.” Florian grunted while Florian sat back on his haunches bringing you with him while he pumped into you. Your mouth was right near his ear and your sinful moans were the things to catapult him into his orgasm causing you to follow.
Flo continued to hold you minutes after. He had to calm you down after such an intense session. “You good, baby?” Flo pushed back some of your hair that clung to your sweaty forehead.
You broke into a giddy smile and giggled. “I’m the best.” You kissed Flo all over his face in gratitude. He chuckled at your excessive affection but loved it, nonetheless.
Reluctantly, Florian pulled out of you, laying the both of you down. Neither one of you had the energy to clean up. You just silently laid there, enjoying the other’s mere presence for the first time in months.
Flo was the first to break the silence. “So, you done playing your little games?”
You bopped his nose and smiled evilly. “Not by a long shot.”
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Camboy! Florian "Big Nasty" Munteanu x Subscriber! Black Reader
Word Count: 19k
Warnings: mentions of sex, sex work(ers), mentions of oral sex (m/f receiving and giving), fingering (f receiving, m giving) mentions of female penetration, PIV sex, mentions of masturbation (m/f), mention and use of sex toys, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of alcohol consumption, exibishist sex
Summary: You’re away at a mandatory business meeting in Munich when you happen to run into your favorite cam star, Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu. What happens when he decides to give you a personal taste of what you’ve only seen online?
Song Inspo: Red Light Special-TLC
Note: Happy Valentine’s Day you Lil’ Nasties!
The sleek and modern look of the Roomers hotel in Munich took your breath away the moment the cab dropped you off at the hotel. The black exterior was a contrast to the Bavarian architecture of the outlying buildings.
The trip from your home to the hotel had been long and the only thing you wanted to do was to check in, take a nice long, relaxing bubble bath and glass of wine before succumbing to your jet lag that’s been nagging at you since you left the airport.
Upon entering the hotel, you’re greeted by one of the staff members who checks you in. They inform you of the perks of the hotel, a gym, spa, pool, cinema, restaurant, bar, as well as other amenities available to you throughout your stay at Roomers. Handing you a pair of your room key, you’re directed to the set of elevators that will take you to your hotel suite.
Inside the elevator, you check the updated itinerary for your first day of your conference. Ever since your highly anticipated promotion, you knew that traveling both internationally and domestically would be needed. You were up to the challenge, you’d prepped and prepared for your presentation that would hopefully lead to a large merger for your company, as well as lead to a rather nice size bonus to top that off.
Exiting off the elevator, you finally find your room and are pleasantly surprised by the inside, dark brown wood and gold accent interiors lie within your Deluxe Suite. Setting your purse and luggage off to the side, you immediately wander through your room to check it out, very pleased with what you see, especially by the large bathtub inside. You immediately set about getting a hot bath going, getting the temperature just right before adding some of the fancy smelling soaps into the water.
As the tub fills, you decide to order up a nice bottle of wine and various snacks from room service after finding a nice selection from the menu provided. Soon enough a staff member is rolling in with your order. After a generous tip, you gather everything and head to the bath.
Lowering yourself in, you hiss in pleasure as the hot water engulfs you, leaning back to enjoy this stolen moment of pleasure before the hectic days ahead of you. You’re not sure how long you stay in the tub, it’s not until the water has lost most of its heat, your skin smooth and the bottle is nearly gone before you decide to get out. You find the hotel robe and wrap it around yourself, gathering your shea butter lotion, you rub it into your skin. The bath had done wonders for you, but after such a long day you realized that there was only one thing that could potentially help you fall asleep.
You pulled out your computer and set it on the bed, propping up some pillows at the head of the bed to get you comfortable. Once you’re satisfied with the arrangement, you settle in. You pull up your favorite porn site when you realize there’s a new notification from one of your favorite performers, Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu.
You’d found him on OnlyFans a while back, the name "Big Nasty" catching your eye for obvious reasons. Over the years he'd shown why he'd earned the nickname. He had shared pics and videos of himself and you’d been interested and after a while he had made the decision to transition to doing cam shows and you’d followed him over to this new venture. You’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t seen most of his videos more than once, videos of him masturbating, the use of toys, cockrings, switching between his native Romanian, German or adopted English. You’d even sent a tip his way once or twice during one of his live shows, a wink sent your way and a thank you.
You click the link for the new notification and are brought to Big Nasty in a room unlike the other ones from his previous videos. He appears to be in a room, perhaps even a hotel room, standing in front of a closed window, a pair of dark pants around his waist and nothing else on. He slowly makes his way to the camera, picking up an object off camera before he brings it into view, a clear fleshlight. He backs and easily slips off his pants, noting the lack of underwear.
He takes his cock in one hand and strokes himself, widening his stance until he starts to get hard. He runs his other hand over his abdomen muscles before moving down to cup his balls and lets out a deep groan. When he’s hard enough, he moves to the bed and pulls out a bottle of lube before popping the cap and squirting some on his cock and the toy. He brings the fleshlight to his tip and slowly begins to push inside. He pulls it off of him and then back on, sliding in a little more. He continues to do it until he’s fully sheathed within the toy, by this time your inner thighs are completely soaked from the sight before you. You take one hand and begin to rub your clit, moaning in pleasure from how much you’ve been turned on.
The noises that rise from your computer don’t help either, pings going off as comments flood in. Florian’s deep voice fills the air as he switches languages with every plunge of the toy, all too soon you’ve begun to use one finger then another as you begin to fuck yourself all while still rubbing your clit. He braces his feet on the bed and thrusts his hips up, his face and body aglow with a sheen of sweat. He suddenly flips over onto his knees, his hips pistoning as he races towards his climax. The tip of his cock is pink as it pokes through the toy over and over, one hand clawing at the sheets again until Florian finally cries out, a burst of semen flooding the cylinder. He rocks the fleshlight off his cock and gets off the bed walking towards the camera. He brings the toy into the direct view of the camera, using one finger to poke inside. A second later the camera is jolsted as it’s picked up and brought down to his cock, still twitching slightly from his orgasm and then brings it back up to sign off with his usual salut before the video fades to black.
You plunge your fingers in and out of yourself at a fast rate, the lull of an orgasm just within your reach. Suddenly you cry out, panting heavily as the long awaited climax finally washes over you in a euphoric state. Carefully pulling out one finger at a time, your sex clenching at the loss of fingers. You take a few more minutes before the ringing in your ears subsides and your heart rate comes down. Getting up you head to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up quickly and then putting on your pajamas. You make sure your alarm is set for the morning and then settle in for the night, ready for the days ahead.
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The next day started off with an ice breaker meeting, getting to know your German counterparts in your company's sister location. The day continued on with meeting after meeting, brainstorming meetings to help further the company and its goal to expand to other countries. Going over the numbers for the quarterly budget almost had you falling asleep, but the most anticipated being the info-sharing meeting that would help you to finalize your own presentation in the following days.
You decided to stop at the bar for a drink after the first day, snagging a spot at the bar rail. You glance over the menu before deciding on one of their specialty drinks. You glance around the bar, observing all the people in the moment. You settled on the large form of a casually well dressed man off to the side of the bar, speaking with some of the staff members from the hotel. He’s wearing a black shirt or sweater along with black pants, his Rolex watch bringing the entire ensemble all together.
Your gazing is interrupted when one of your colleagues, Diana, sits down next to you. The two of you catch up. One of the booths nearby opens up and the two of you decide to move. As you take a sip of your drink, the large man you noticed earlier gets up and you all but spit out your drink when you notice that it’s Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu himself in the flesh.
Your heart starts to thump in your chest so loud you think that everybody will be able to hear it, your face begins to feel really warm and the air seems to have been sucked out of the room. You vaguely hear your name being called somewhere, but you can’t think or concentrate as your eyes follow Florian throughout the bar until he disappears somewhere off in the distance.
“You ok Y/N?” Diana asks again, her voice finally reaching through to you.
“Y-y-yeah, I’m f-fine” you stutter, “drink just went down the wrong way.” You fan your face, hoping to calm your nerves. You excuse yourself and find the bathroom. Once inside, you grab a handful of paper towels and blot at your face. You take a few minutes before you’re calm enough to go back outside.
You settle back into your seat before Diana looks up and you follow your gaze, only to be met with Florian himself.
"Mind if I join you ladies?" Florian asks, you and Diana give one another a look and motion for him to take a seat. He settled on the seat beside you, his arm draped behind you, his fingertips brushing casually down your arm. The two of you introduce yourselves to him and strike up a lighthearted conversation, Florian’s attention never seeming to wane from you.
"Oh, there’s Luc from Marketing. I’ve been meaning to speak to him since I arrived" Diana stood with a determined look on her face. "Be back in a bit."
Ignoring your pleading glance, Diana walked over to a tall, well dressed man before engaging in conversation. After another minute, ignoring Florian became ridiculous, as well as impossible.
Your gaze slid over him and you took in his clothes, the overall effect being one of careless sophistication. You loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though all you could imagine were the images of last night's video going through your mind.
You took a deep breath, feeling like you needed to make an effort to socialize with him.
"You look..." you paused. Fantastic. Wonderful. Amazing. So damn sexy...In the end, you went with the lame, "I like your outfit."
His brow arched. "Ah, something you like about me. From the way you’ve practically ignored me I thought it might have been something I did to offend you.” The edge to his tone rubbed you the wrong way.
“No, I’m sorry, it’s just been a very long day at work” you lied.
He stared at you a minute, and then nodded. "If I had to guess, you recognized me from one of my videos, and you obviously seem to like what you saw, maybe even got yourself off to one or two of them" he added, taking a casual sip from his drink.
Oh hell. You looked away, brushing your thighs together to help with the growing ache. Masturbating in the privacy of your own room was one thing, but talking about it while squirming under that piercing hazel stare was mortifying. "I don't kiss and tell."
He brushed the backs of his fingers over your cheek and murmured, "I’m sure I could give you a taste of what you’ve only seen online. "
You heard the determination in his voice and swiftly changed topics.
"Do you come here often?" you asked, mentally kicking yourself for asking such a cliche question.
His hand dropped to your lap and caught one of your, his fingers curling into your palm. "When necessary."
Florian's mouth curved into a genuine smile that hit you hard. "When promotional decisions need to be made. I’m here to do promo for my channel, as well as get the name of the hotel out there."
Of course he would.
A pretty waitress set two iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. "Here you go, Mr. Munteanu. Two drinks on the house. Can I get you anything else?"
"That'll be all for now. Thanks."
You were distracted by what you'd been served. It was your beverage of choice and what you'd been drinking all night. Your nerves tingle. You watched him take a drink, swirl it around in his mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it. The working of his throat made you hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to you.
"Not bad," he murmured. "Tell me if we made it right."
He kissed you. He moved in fast, but you saw it coming and didn't turn away. His mouth was cold and flavored with alcohol. Delicious. All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside you abruptly became too much to contain. You gripped the back of his neck and clenched it tight, holding him still as you sucked on his tongue. His groan was the most erotic sound you'd ever heard, making the flesh between your legs tighten viciously.
Shocked by the fury of your reaction, you wrenched away, gasping.
Florian followed, nuzzling the side of your face, his lips brushing over your ear. He was breathing hard, too, and the sound of the ice in his tumbler clinking against the glass skittered across your inflamed senses.
"I need to be inside you, Y/N," he whispered roughly. "I'm aching for you."
Your gaze fell to your drink on the table, your thoughts swirling around in your head, a clusterfuck of impressions and recollections and confusion. "How did you know?"
His tongue traced the shell of your ear and you shivered. It felt like every cell in your body was straining toward him. Resisting him took an impossible amount of energy, draining you and making you feel tired.
"Know what?" he asked.
"What I like to drink?”
He inhaled deeply, and then pulled away. Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between you so that he faced you directly. His arm once again draped over the sofa back, his fingertips drawing circles on the curve of your shoulder.
“I noticed you the moment that you walked into the bar, it was only a matter of asking the bartender what you were drinking. When I walked past you earlier, I could tell by your reaction that you knew exactly who I was.” He nipped your fingers with his teeth, making you yelp and yank your hand away.
"Hey. What was that for?"
He lifted your abused hand to his mouth and kissed the hurt, his tongue darting out to soothe. And incite.
In self-defense, you tugged your hand back to your lap. “How do you know that I just didn’t think you were a very handsome guy?”
“The way you’ve become flustered so easily, the way you’ve been rubbing your thighs together since you’ve come out of the bathroom.”His hands slid down to cup the backs of your thighs. Squeezing gently, he tugged you just a little bit closer. The hem of your work skirt slipped almost indecently high and his gaze was riveted to the flesh he'd exposed. His tongue wet his lips in an action so carnal and suggestive you could almost feel the caress on your skin.
Y'd already had enough, but you heard yourself saying, "I need another drink."
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You’re not exactly sure if you told him yes or if something must have shown in your body language, but the next moment Florian is telling a passing waitress to put your drinks on his tab and he led you from the bar. You caught Diana’s attention, letting her know that you were leaving as you grabbed your belongings. The two of you made it to the elevators and Florian hit the floor to his room, the floor number lit up and the lift climbed as you ascended. He backed you up against the wall, his large body emitting so much power.
He used one hand to tap the inside of your thighs and you responded by opening them up for him, bringing up your skirt to allow him better access. He runs his hands up until he reaches the apex, a masculine grunt of approval at finding you so wet. You gasp as he uses one finger to slowly finger you and you hold onto his shoulders to help balance you. Shameless, your body writhed as you rode his plunging finger. He added another and you dug in your heels, arching up to meet his thrusts. “Please.”
He nibbled your jaw, then moved to your chest, nuzzling the valley of your breasts as he inhaled your scent. He claimed one nipple in a gentle bite through his shirt, his mouth surrounding the tender peak and sucking softly. The ache he created was needle-sharp, your hunger spurred by the sense that he would soon know your body well enough. You didn’t care that the hotel security could see your little tryst, or that any other hotel patron could potentially be waiting to get on at any moment, you knew that you needed him to make you cum.
“More,” You gasped.
“I knew I’d love the way you begged me for it,” he murmured, his mouth curving in a wicked smile against your skin.
You groaned in frustration. “I want your cock inside me.”
“As you should.” His tongue curled around your other nipple, flickering teasingly over it until it ached for suction.
He was wounding your body higher and higher, the rush of an orgasm just seconds away. You looked at the wall of numbers, noticing that you were almost to his floor. Florian takes his thumb and starts to rub circles on your clit and soon enough your knees feel like they’re going to buckle under you as you ride out your orgam. He carefully withdraws his fingers from you and brings them to his lips, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.
The ding of the elevator alerts you to the arrival of his floor and he helps you to rearrange your skirt and steady your wobbly legs. He takes your hand in his and leads you out of the elevator and down a hallway before stopping before a door. He takes out a hotel room key and then opens the door, letting you go ahead.
Florian’s room is a gorgeous suite, as he leads you further inside he gives you a small tour of The Prestige Suit. He takes you to the bar and offers you another drink, but you decline, your head is already swimming from the post orgasm high he gave you in the lift. You notice that the room is different from the one he was in from his latest video, but little hints from the decor show that he had made the video in the Roomer Hotel.
“What’s on your mind?” He asks, noticing how you’re taking everything in.
“Just that this room is different from the one from last nights…activities” you answer.
He chuckles low in his throat at the way you mention what he did last night in his video. “I’m curious, what did you think of last night's…activities, as you put it?” He asked, mirroring the same phrase you had used.
You’re shocked that he would ask you that outright, the sounds and images seem to fill the empty space of the room. “I-I enjoyed it, like I usually do with your videos. You always seem to find a new way to engage your audience when you perform. You’ve come a long way since your OnlyFans days.”
His eyebrows shoot up in shock, clearly surprising him that you have been a fan of his from his early days on the site. Taking his drink in hand, he leads you to the bedroom and you sit down, acutely aware that he doesn’t join you.
“And how did you touch yourself Y/N, did you pack a toy in with all those prim and proper skirts and dresses you brought with you? Or maybe something else? Did you hump one of those fancy pillows from your bed, hmm? Or did you use your fingers?” Your face must have given you away as he called you out on the last one, your sex clenching.
“What did you want to do during the entire time you watched the video?” he asked, staring down at you.
“To suck you off, to have you say my name as I take you in my mouth and make you cum on my tongue.” you whisper on an exaggerated breath, your chest rising and falling at the neediness it poured from you.
“Suck me off now,” he whispered. “Make me come for you.”
You slid from the bed in a breathless rush, your hands reaching eagerly for his fly. He was hard and thick, his erection straining. He helped to lift his shirt and pushed down his boxer briefs, you freed him. He fell heavily into your hands, the thick length already glistening at the tip. You licked the evidence of his excitement away, loving his control, the way he reigned in his own hunger.
Your eyes were on him as your open mouth slid over the plush head. You watched his lips part on a sharply inhale breath and his eyelids grow heavy, as if the pleasure were intoxicating.
“Y/N.” His hooded gaze was hot on your face. “Ah … Yes. Like that. Christ, I love your mouth.”
His praise spurred you on. You took him as deep as you could. You found that you loved doing this to him, loved the uniquely masculine taste and smell of him. You ran your lips down the length of him, suckling gently. Worshipful.
“You love this,” he said gruffly, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.
“More. I want to do this for hours. Make you come over and over again.”
A growl rumbled in his chest. “I would. I can’t get enough.”
The tip of your tongue traced a pulsing vein up to the head, and then you took him in your mouth again, your neck arching back as you lowered to sit on your heels, your hands on your knees, offering yourself to him.
Florian looked down with eyes that glittered with lust and tenderness.
“Don’t stop.” He widened his stance. He slid his cock to the back of your throat, then pulled back out, coating your tongue with a trail of creamy pre-ejaculate. You swallowed, savoring the rich flavor of him.
He groaned, bringing his other hand to hold your face, his thumbs lazily tracing your cheeks. “Don’t stop, fatita. Suck me dry.” Your cheeks hollowed as you found a rhythm that had his knees practically buckling.
“So fucking good.” His teeth ground audibly. “Ah, God, you’re making me come.”
His cock swelled in your mouth. One hand left your cheek to help brace himself against the window, his body shuddering as he came hard.
Florian cursed as you swallowed. He emptied himself in thick, hot bursts, flooding your mouth. By the time he finished, you were gasping and trembling.
He pulled you to your feet and stumbled to the bed, settling heavily with you tucked into his side. His lungs labored, his hands rough as he pulled you closer.
Lifting, you hovered above him. “Let me.”
“Yes.” His fingers left your cleft, and a heartbeat later his cock was filling you, the flared crown stretching sensitive tissues.
“Slow,” he ordered softly, his gaze hooded as he licked his fingers with long, sensuous laps of his tongue. He looked so wicked, so shamelessly decadent.
“Help me.” You found it was difficult for you to take him this way, using only gravity and the weight of your body. As desperate as he’d made you, he was a tight fit with how big he is.
He caught your hips, sliding you up and down leisurely, working you onto his thick erection. “Feel every inch, fatita,” he crooned. “Feel how hard you make me.”
Your thighs trembled as he rubbed over a tender spot inside you. You gripped his wrists, your sex rippling.
“Don’t come,” he warned, with that authoritative bite that practically ensured you would. “Not until you’ve taken all of me.”
“Florian.” The slow, steady friction of his careful penetration was driving you insane.
“Think of how good it’ll feel when I’m in you, fatita. When your greedy little cunt has something to tighten down on when you’re coming.”
You tightened down on him then, seduced by the coaxing rasp in his voice. “Hurry.”
“You’re the one who has to let me in.” His eyes gleamed with humor. He urged you to lean back, changing the angle of your descent.
You slid onto him, taking him to the root in one smooth, slick glide. “Oh!”
“Fuck.” His head fell back, his breathing quick and rough. “You feel amazing. You’re squeezing me like a fist.”
“Fuck.” you couldn’t hide the strangled pleasure in your voice. He was so hard and thick inside you, so deep you could barely catch your breath …
He shot you a look that scorched.
“Don’t move,” he said hoarsely, restraining you with his grip at your nape. “I want to come just feeling you around me.”
“Please,” you breathed. “Come in me. Let me feel you.”
“Y/N. God.” He shuddered, coming. He groaned into your mouth, his hands flexing against your scalp, his breath gusting hard across your lips.
You felt him spurting inside you, filling you, and you trembled with another orgasm, the pleasure pulsing gently through you.
Florian’s control seemed absolute, his seduction wickedly precise, but he was trembling harder than you were and his chest was heaving more forcefully. Carefully, he pulled out of you and left, shortly returning with a warm washcloth to clean between your thighs. He laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. He smelled like sex and sweat, a delicious combination that made your head swim.
The pull of sleep was nagging at you, but you knew that you needed to leave soon, that tomorrow would be a new day and that meant another rigorous day of meetings and networking that needed to be done.
“How long are you going to be in Munich?” Florian asked, running one of his hands up and down your spine.
“A few more days, thankfully it’s not one of those conferences that requires me to be gone for two weeks this time around.”
“I’d like to see you again before you leave, if that’s okay? I don’t just want this to be a one time thing.”
“I have to get up early for my first meeting” you protest, “I’d hate to feel like I’m invading your space.”
“You’re not, you can sleep here, I promise to make sure you get to your meeting on time. I’ll even throw in some room service for breakfast too” he adds.
“Oh well, if you’re including breakfast how am I to say no?” you laugh. You make sure the alarm on your phone is set and then the two of you settle in for the night.
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True to his word, Florian made sure that you were up in time for your work meeting. Shortly before leaving, the both of you made sure to make plans for the next day. Meeting after meeting after meeting made the entire time feel like it was never ending. The hours seemed to drag on until somehow the time had come and you were all dismissed for the evening with a quick reminder of the next day's schedule.
You met up at the rendezvous spot outside one of the red mirrored rooms of the hotel that Florian had done promo for a few days prior. He was busy on his phone as he waited for you, scrolling through it as you walked towards him, his eyes raked over you from head to toe. The sexual energy radiating off the both of you evident to anybody passing by.
He casually asked about your day, your mind long since drained from your job. He’d done more promo for the hotel, you ended up liking some of the images on his Instagram as the notifications had popped up on your phone.
You decided to head back to his room again. On the way to the room, it was hard to keep your hands off one another, your hands touching one another in some way. His resolve seemed to snap and he pulled you off to the side in a hidden corner, mirrors lining the walls. He pushed you until your back was against a handrail, pushing his erection into you as you moaned, his mouth taking yours in a searing kiss. You held your breath, squirming against that plush pressure. You’ve wanted him all day, craving the feel of his big cock inside you, needing him to make you come.
He rocked his body into yours, bringing his hands to cup your face. Something inside of you needed him to fill you, not caring that anybody could catch you. You fumbled around with his pants, pulling the zipper down and reaching inside his pants, stroking him from root to tip.
The unspoken need was met when he turned you around, pulling at the skirt you were wearing until it was bunched at your waist and pulled your panties to the side. He pulled his pants down enough for his cock to be freed. He aligned himself and then pushed into you, the stretching relief as he filled you. You moaned and tried to hold on to the handrail; your body rocked as he began to fuck. The sensation was devastating, being filled so completely, then emptied abruptly. Your knees gave out, your core spasming in delight as he reamed you hard and thoroughly. The sexual prowless inside him was hammered into you, the relentless drives of his cock massaging every sensitive nerve.
You were coming before you knew the orgasm was on you, gasping his name as pleasure racked your body in violent trembles.
Your head dropped between your arms, your muscles weak and useless. Florian held you up with his hands, with his erection. Using your body. Taking it. Grunting primitively every time he hit the end of you.
“So deep,” he growled. “So good.”
In the periphery, you caught movement, your dazed eyes focusing on your reflection. With a low, pained cry you started coming again, if you’d ever stopped. Florian was the most searingly erotic thing you’d ever seen—his biceps thick and hard as he supported your weight, his thighs straining with exertion, his ass flexing as he pistoned, his body rippling with power as he rolled his hips with every stroke.
He’d been built to fuck, but he had mastered the skill, using every inch of his amazing body to enslave a woman to pleasure. It was innate to him, instinctive. Even tipsy and near feral with anguish, his rhythm was tight and precise, his focus absolute.
Every thrust took him deep inside you, hitting the sweetest spots again and again, driving the ecstasy into you until you couldn’t resist the onslaught. Another climax churned through you like a tidal wave.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Milk my dick, fatita. God . . . You’re making me come.”
You felt his cock thickening, lengthening. Tingles raced across your skin; your lungs heaved for air.
Florian threw back his head and roared like an animal, spurting hotly. You were sure that security would be coming at any moment. Gripping your hips, he pumped you onto his ejaculating cock, coming hard and forever, filling you until semen slicked your sex and inner thighs.
He slowed the thrust of his hips, gasping, bending over to press his cheek to your shoulder.
You started sinking to your knees. “Florian . . .”
He pulled you up. “I’m nowhere nearly done with you just yet,” he said roughly, still thick and stiff inside you.
He pulled out and readjusted himself, pulling your panties back into place before helping you to pull your skirt down, grabbing one hand and leading you back to his hotel room. Soon enough the both of you made it to his hotel room, hands still on one another feverishly. Once through the door, clothes came off in a hurry, the two of you not wasting anytime.
You eventually make it to his bedroom, Florian with his back to the headboard. Pulling back, you reached for his cock with both hands, gripping him firmly. From your knowledge of his videos, you knew his body well, knew what he needed and desired. You pumped him from root to tip, drawing a thick bead of pre-ejaculate to the wide crest. He pushed back against the headboard with a groan, his finger going to your cunt, curving inside you. You watched, riveted, as the thick drop rolled to one side of his glans, then slid down the length of him to pool at the top of your fist.
“Don’t,” he panted. “Too close.”
You stroked him again, your mouth watering as a gush of precum streamed out of him. You were wildly aroused by his pleasure and the knowledge that you had such a profound effect on such a blatantly sexual creature.
Fisting his cock, you pumped him, lapping up the surges of precum that spilled from him.
His cock swelled even further, turning red, the thick veins standing out along its length, pre-ejaculate spurting onto his lower belly. He was hard as stone, curving up to a point just past his navel. You’d never seen him so aroused, even while watching his videos countless times, and it made you so hot.
As he cursed, his fingers left you. He grabbed your hips, dislodging your grip on him. He yanked you forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, his raging cock driving into you.
You cried out and gripped his shoulders, your sex clenching against the thick penetration.
“Y/N.” His jaw and neck taut with strain, he started coming, spurting hot and hard inside you.
The gush of lubrication opened you, your sex sliding down his pulsing erection until he filled you too full. Your nails dug into his unyielding muscles, your mouth opened to draw in desperate breaths of air.
“Take it,” he bit out, angling your descent to gain that last little part of you that let him sink to the root. “Take me.”
You moaned, welcoming the unfamiliar soreness of having him so deep. The orgasm took you by surprise, your back bowing as the heated pleasure tore through you.
Instinct took over, your hips moving of their own volition, your thighs clenching and releasing as you focused only on the moment, the need to cum, to take him so deep within you that nothing existed but you two.
You cried out suddenly as he flipped the two of you over, his sweat dripped onto your chest, his hips tireless as he stroked his magnificent penis into you over and over, rolling and thrusting, shallow then deep.
“That’s it,” he praised hoarsely, “squeeze my dick just like that. You feel so good, fatita. You’re going to make me come again.”
You panted for breath, boneless and tired from his unrelenting demands. He took you with skilled precision, imprinting onto your brain and body that you currently belonged to him.
You awoke sometime later, you guessed you’d napped about twenty minutes, maybe even less than that. You were pretty sure he’d been at you for close to two hours. You could still feel the echo of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, stroking and rubbing all of your sensitive spots.
Shifting carefully, you propped your head on your hand and studied the decadent man who graced the bed. His arms were wrapped around his pillow, showing off chiseled biceps and a muscular back adorned with scratches and crescent marks from your nails. You’d gripped his ass, too, insanely turned on by the feel of it clenching and releasing as he fucked you tirelessly, stroking his long, thick cock deep inside you.
Again and again …
Your legs shifted restlessly, your body stirring with renewed hunger. For all his polished urbanity, Florian was an untamed animal behind closed doors. You had no defenses against him when he was touching you, helpless to resist the drugging pleasure of spreading your thighs for such a virile, passionate male—
You noticed a nice looking camera off to the side of the bed that you hadn’t taken note of before. You got out of the bed, careful not to wake him and reached for the camera. After examining it for a few moments a thought came to your mind. You returned to the bed with the camera in hand and shook Florian carefully so as not to startle him.
“A man needs his sleep fatita, especially if I need to keep that cunt satisfied” he grunted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the gruffness of his voice making your sex clench.
“She’s not complaining, but I actually have an idea, if you’re open to it” you suggest, shaking the camera with one hand. “You always do your videos solo, how about we give your subscribers and fans something to really enjoy?” The smile Florian gave you knew that he wasn’t opposed to the idea either, the twitch of his cock under the sheets didn’t escape your notice as he pulled them aside.
He got out of the bed, taking the camera. He had it so that he was the primary focal point in his hand and after a few moments of setting up the camera and lights, he looked over to you to make sure that you were ready. You nodded for him to continue, and the red light on the camera started to blink alerting that the recording had begun.
Florian started off the video with his usual greeting, his voice seeming to become deeper and huskier as he told the camera that tonight would be different than his previous videos, that tonight, he had a surprise, you. He turned the camera in your direction before he turned it back on himself.
Heading back towards bed, he grabs your ankles with one of his large hands and drags you towards the foot of the bed. He cups one cheek in the hand he isn’t using to record with before exploring your body, the camera following his hand. He crawls onto the bed, showing your pussy to the world, his seed and your slick intermixed together. He turns the camera on himself, using it to show off his cock starting to harden.
You raise yourself up from the bed and wrap your bee stung lips around the plush head of his cock. He hisses when you suck on it, drawing him further into your throat until your nose is at the base and you feel tears start to prickle at your eyes.
“Fatitâ, if I’d have known you’d look this pretty crying with my dick in your mouth, I would have done it sooner” he says, the camera focused on you sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. All too soon he pulls you off him with a pop. You fall onto your back where Florian uses his hand to slide his dick up and down your slit.
“Umm …” He purred, sliding his cock deep. “You’re so creamy with my cum. I love the way you feel when I’ve been at you all night. You make me feel like I never want to stop.”
You bring his thumb to your lips and suck on it, using your tongue to trace the lines, you hum in satisfaction as you taste his sweat. Giving him a little bite, a reminder of what he did to you only yesterday. Florian curses and thrusts, one hard stroke that shoved him deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone before. You cried out in pleasured pain, arching away from the rigid fullness, feeling the burn of stretching inner muscles and tender tissues.
“Yes,” he hissed, yanking you back into him until the lips of your sex hugged the thick root of his penis. His hips circled, his balls lying heavily against your engorged clitoris. “Fucking tight . . .”
Your nails clawed at the comforter, trying to find purchase as Florian pounded his cock into you, lost in a hot furious rut. The slickness of his semen from your earlier bought wet the lips of your sex, then rolled down your legs. He groaned and thrust deep, rolling his hips, screwing into you. Your head thrashed from side to side, unable to control the amount of pleasure that coursed through you.
He wrapped your legs around his waist and picked you up carefully, still inside you as he brought the both of you to the window. He set you down and and carefully withdrew from you, whining at the loss of contact he pecked your lips before turning you around. He smacked your ass playfully before he took you from behind, his hips pistoning with abandon.
“Look at those perfect tits bounce,” Florian growled into your neck, watching your breasts sway with every thrust in the reflection on the glass. “I wonder if everyone below can see how much you love having me inside you?”
“Flo,” you gasped, your eyes pinching closed.
Your body was a glow in the glass. The rising sun setting over the Munich city a backdrop to him coiling his body around yours.
He bit your neck and started fucking you harder. Your whimpers turned to moans and your fingers tried to dig into the glass. Leaning back, he gripped your hips and watched himself slip in and out of your tight, wet heat.
“Yes. Yes,” you cried.
“Do you want them to watch you? Does that turn you on to have them see how much Big Nasty gives you your pleasure?”
“Yes,” you said again, the afterthought of the camera on you somewhat in the back of your mind.
He leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back. Slipping one hand around the front, he moved your fingers between your legs to finger your clit. Rubbing harder, he sucked on your earlobe before pulling back with a nip at the tender skin.
“Me too,” he breathed into your ear, detonating your orgasm.
He kept up his ruthless pace, focusing on your reflection, on the way your pussy squeezed him tight like a vice, on your moans.
And then he came.
His eyes slammed shut as the muscles in his body contracted in pleasure, his hips pressed tight to your ass as he held himself as deep inside you as he could, feeling every last pulse and contraction on his cock.
He pressed one last kiss to the damp skin of your back as the ringing finally subsided in his ears.
He pulled out of you and the both of you groaned. You feel his cum start to leak out of you, Florian scoops up the mixture of his cum and your slick, bringing his hand into the light, in full display of the camera.
“You don’t think the other hotel guests can really see inside here, do you?” You asked between your heavy breathing.
Laughing, he turns to you, “Probably not. But it’s fun to imagine they can. You seem to come harder then. But we have plenty of battery life for the camera to know just how well you scream ‘Big Nasty’ to know for sure.”
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Pairings: Florian x WOC reader (mainly black reader)
Description: In which you’re a princess and you’ve been invited to one of his fights, and from there the after party at the club by a friend, without the knowledge of your bodyguard or family… HE IS NOT FAMOUS. HE IS A UNDERGROUND BOXER.
“Are you ready for tonight?” Florian’s father asks as Florian bounced up and down preparing himself for this big fight tonight, punching the air with his boxing gloves. He was ready. It had been a minute since he was in the ring, he had taken some time off to focus on his health since a major blow landed him in the hospital, but now he was back and ready for a rematch.
Hitting the side of his face with his glove, his father placed his mouth guard in his mouth, Florian was ready. And, he was about to put the man that knocked him out in a coma. “I need you to be on your best tonight, we’ve been told there’s someone special in VIP tonight, and she’s paying billions to the fighter and they will be her new body guard. She comes from a wealthy family. we need this. Florian nods in understanding.
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“Standing in the right corner, we will have legendary boxer Big Nasty! Standing in at six foot four, weighing at approximately two hundred forty five pounds!” The announcer yells, Florian nods his head at his father as he adjusted his jacket, he made his way out as his music played behind him, punching the air and, they got there and he entered the ring, bouncing and listening as his father started chatting him up. He was just done talking, he was ready to kill the man in front of him— not literal. Just figuratively.
You made your way into the booth with your friend, Clara. Clara and you have gotten close every since she’s been working for your family, you were also in need of a new body guard. The one you had was well, incompetent. He failed to protect you numerous of times, you needed someone to protect you, you were tired of handling the job you paid others to do, you needed someone invested. Clara, being known to certain areas, when you came to America, she wanted to show you the finer things. You both had to sneak out tonight. You out smarted the guards that were watching you, and both snuck out to this underground flight club. Of course, it wasn’t much of your speed, it was all brand new to you.
You watched from the glass window ahead of all of the other seatings. Your glass was bulletproof, and you couldn’t be seen. The glass was heavily tinted, “Whose he?” You pointed to Florian.
Brushing your hair with your hands. You placed your hand on the glass looking closer at the man, he caught your attention. From his athletic physique, to the way he moved, to the way he was giving this man a run for his money. You smirked, with each punch Florian made. The man became weaker, it was like Florian had a fist of steel, he moved so effortlessly, you were.. intrigued. Oh yeah, he was the one. He was the perfect man for the job. “And the winner is…” The announcer shouts. “BIG NASTY!” You cheered, clapping your hands real fast. “He’s perfect!” Clara laughs. “Girl, are you sure you’re just not lusting after him?”
“Oh please.” You wave your hand, brushing her off. “He’s not my type, I like my men like I like my coffee.” You spoke in an accent, mocking the little girl from the one American show you’d seen. “Black.” You answered
Clara laughs. “Girl.” You laugh shaking your head, you were so serious but you couldn’t deny that, Mr.Big Nasty was attractive to you. But you knew you were only lusting after his posture and the way he used his hands in the ring. He was a knock-out. “Let me go and get the boxer and his team, you stay put. Okay?” You watched the next set of men come out to fight, not answering her because it was obvious you weren’t going any where. You didn’t know New York, why on earth would you wonder alone? The good thing about being from overseas, no one knew that you were Royalty. No one would fake being your friend, fake loving you because they didn’t know you. And with your time here abroad for a taste of life outside of the big royal mansion in Kenya… you would get to experience a whole other world.
“You did good tonight son,” Dorin smiled at his son, he was proud. A proud father.
Florian didn’t stand his ground. “Thanks, Tata.” Florian smiled walking out fully clothed, he threw his things into his gym bag and made his way to the exit when the owner of the establishment showed up with a duffle bag, “Here is your cut for the night, there’s a lady here claiming to be with our VIP guest tonight, she wants to talk to you. You want to hear her out?” Florian to the duffel bag placing it on the seat, unzipping the bag, he took out the cash rummaging through the bag. “What’s the matter? You don’t trust me, Nasty? We been business partners for years.” That may have been true but, nothing happened without his knowledge, he always played both sides. Florian didn’t trust him and he knew that the VIP was looking for someone, and he wasn’t gonna give Florian his full cut. “If I count this, is it all going to be that Raheem?”
“All is going to be there, trust me. You know I’m not stupid enough to rip you off.”
Florian glared at him, zipping up the bag. “Bring the girl in and just remember, if I’m cut short. I’m coming back to see you.” Florian watches as Raheem made his leave, and in entered Clara. He sat down looking up at her, his father stood in the corner keeping his eyes glued on her. “You some groupie or some?” Florian questioned. She chuckled. “Do I look like one of your groupies?” He sized her up. “You really want me to answer that?” She rolls her eyes folding her arms, “I can assure you, I’m not. I’m here on behalf of my employer. She would like to meet with you. But only you.” Florian never trusted anyone, so going in a room alone with some woman… he wasn’t about to do that. “Nah’, ain’t no bitch gonna set me up. I’m good on that. VIP or not. Tell that to your employer.” His father clears his throat.
“You should refrain from calling the Princess of Kenya a bitch.” Clara spoke stern.
He raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You fucking with me right?” His father shook his head. “she’s not. This is what I was telling you about earlier, don’t worry, I’ll be waiting outside the room for you.” He raises his shirt. “If anything happens, I have you.” Clara looked at Dorin, seeing the gun in his waistband. “You won’t be needing that. Join us at Revenue in an hour. Be there and don’t be late, and oh, don’t bring your father or weapons. You’ll be checked at the door.” She smirked. Florian brushed his hand over his face watching her walk away. “Princess of Kenya?” He raised an eyebrow at his father. “This is an opportunity, you can’t afford to pass up.” He sighed deeply, with his debt. He needed to do any and everything to make this money. Even if it meant entertaining some princess…
An hour later,
Florian sighed deeply as he shut the door to his car. He looked back at it. Beat up. It needed a ton of work, he knew it was definitely not going to bring home the ladies. Usually he would borrow a friend’s whip for tonight but this was about business so, all pride aside. “Florian Munteanu?” The bouncer questioned as he looked at his ID. Florian nods. “Yeah.” The bouncer handed him back the ID. “You’re expected in the private room.” He raised an eyebrow, usually it took him a long time to get into this club. Mainly cause he hooked up with the owner’s girl in the past, unknowingly of course.
“Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence.” A voice said.
He frowns, before taking in his surroundings. There were three guards at the door and two outside the door, the girl he met with earlier was seated on a couch; the voice was still unknown. “Uh yeah, sorry, car trouble.” Her laugh alarmed him, it was sexy and elegant. Who knew a laugh could sound sexy, he wondered… was she as sexy as her laughter?
You made your way from behind the wall that led to the rest room, giving him a view of you. A smile plastered over your face once you saw the champion of the night. You sat down popping a green grape in your mouth. “Champion, have a seat.” Florian was taken back. You were beautiful. He was left speechless and numb. He couldn’t move. “Florian?” Clara calls out. “Have a seat.” Before he could do it on his own, your guards shoved him down in the seat. He frowned looking up about to drop some hands when you whistled calling them off. “All of you, leave us. Clara, you two, we have business to discuss.” Without a second word, they all left the room. You stood to your feet, walking closer to him; he was still mesmerized. You smiled. “Are you okay, Florian?” He stammered. “Uh yeah, what’s the business?”
Part two drops soon.
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requests are open again!
so so excited. the time has finally come! fic requests will close when my queue is full two months in advance. i will keep an updated list with the requests taken so that you know how many spaces exist in the queue, and that list will be in this post under the read more tab.
a few things to consider before we start:
i will not be posting as frequently. as you may have seen from recent posts, my writing motivation has gone down a lot. this is due to school stress etc but also due to the lack of interaction (i.e. likes but no reblogs or comments). i'm not writing for notes only, but when i spend 45 mins on one fic and everybody just ignores it, it makes me not want to write anymore. the new posting schedule will be every three days instead of every two.
this timing change means that fewer requests will be taken before requests close. i am aware that requests are closed like 95% of the time. i am literally just some guy and i have limits. i cannot write all of the time.
fewer requests taken means i will be more specific about which requests i take. if you want a higher chance of your request being taken, please follow my rules and check my masterlist to make sure your request hasn't already been written. please just treat me with respect xoxo
there are more fandoms!! since requests were last open, my semester ended so i've had the chance to catch up on some tv, thankfully. i've now finished f1: drive to survive, the second season of bridgerton, and the first season of the originals. will keep you updated as i watch more things haha
thank you all so much for your continued support!! can't wait to hear your fic ideas >33
xoxo, lisa
fics in the queue:
7/7: brocedes angst
7/9: peter pan x reader (dreams as a plot device to take reader to neverland but mainly create problems)
7/11: leclerc!reader x carlos sainz (this one is going to be so good...)
7/13: four x reader (there is jealousy in dauntless)
7/16: carlos sainz x reader (reader is shy)
7/19: thorin oakenshield x reader (reader is a fairy and on the quest, fae i am obsessed with your mind)
7/22: goodnight robicheaux x reader (reader is a witch (!) and fights)
7/25: ben florian x reader (soulmates au where negative things you think about yourself are written on the skin of your soulmate)
7/28: charlie dalton x male!reader (headcanons for charlie realizing he likes guys)
7/31: peter pevensie x reader (peter and reader are trapped in a cave after a battle, reader is injured, they await rescue)
8/3: kaz brekker x reader (reader is a historian with knowledge of a location kaz needs for a job, but kaz develops feelings ! !)
8/6: thomas x reader (thomas has magic! in the maze he has magic!)
8/9: kaz brekker x reader (reader joins the dregs to save her little sister but kaz sees this as a prime opportunity for a resurgence of his brother trauma)
8/12: regulus black x potter!reader (they fake their deaths together and go on a horcrux destroying quest)
8/15: darkling x reader (soulmates au)
8/18: andrew garfield peter parker x reader (reader is a former hydra experiment with wings, now an avenger)
8/21: alina starkov x reader (healing from trauma after ruin and rising)
8/24: theo raeken x reader (theo confesses his feelings but reader has the distinct memory of when he tried to kill them all)
8/27: nikolai lantsov x reader (reader was on sturmhond's crew but anti monarchy so they cannot date !)
8/30: katniss everdeen x reader (reader is haymitch's daughter)
9/2: inej ghafa x reader (dirtyhands gets sick of the constant pining and uses the ol kazzle dazzle to get them together)
9/5: namor x reader (reader is a daughter of hecate)
9/8: nina zenik x reader (spies in fjerda!! but with love!!)
9/11: platonic natasha trace x reader (reader is a country singer and supported by the dagger squad)
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Red Hot Paradise
Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader
Summary: Summer heat, cool waters and a handsome man all to yourself
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut: oral (female receiving), shower sex, biting kink, dirty talk
wrote this since mr. big nasty won’t quit thirst trapping on the gram lmao! enjoy!
You could get used to this
Laying out in the sun, the soft haze of sea breeze and laughter blanketing you
Florian’s hand on your thigh as you close your eyes and rest your head against his strong arms
The rich hue of your skin only glowing brighter, everything warm, relaxing, peaceful
This island and this particular man seemed to have that effect on you
This island and this particular man seemed to have that effect on you
“Wanna go for another swim?”
You hummed a yes, smiling at the deep voice next to your hear
He was doing this on purpose but wouldn’t admit to you
Florian had been trying to tease and fluster you since the moment he saw you in the swim suit you’d bought specially for this trip
And his antics were working because you had half a mind to drag him back to the room and unleash your pent up arousal
It started with flirty touches and compliments and steamy eye contact and then he asked you to help him apply sunscreen and then when you asked him to do the same his hands where being far too playful and frisky
And now he was showing off his thighs in the swim trunks he had on and you were trying to focus on relaxation and reading the book you brought along but he was quite literally a huge distraction every step of the way
Nonetheless you took his hand as you dipped back into the ocean, giggling when he drew you into his body and let you cling to him as you floated
The water felt amazing, so cool and blue and the sun added just the right touch of heat to make it perfect
“You’re so beautiful, you know that? I love how everyone stares at you when we go places but I’m the only one that gets to have you.”
As if you weren’t already head over heels
“You make me feel so lucky every single day, I swear. You’re the only one I want, and please, you’re such a giant I’m sure people are just staring at you actually.”
He laughed at that, splashing water at you and then planting his lips against yours, your body relaxing into his immediately
Nothing could beat this
🔥🔥🔥
After swimming and laying out on the beach for awhile longer neither of you could stand it anymore
Florian had practically ran with you back to the room, already pulling your swimsuit off only seconds before you closed the door
“So impatient. You’d think with all the teasing you were doing I’d be the one doing that.” you pushed at his chest, trying to challenge him
“Are you saying you don’t want me to fuck you anymore cause I bet if I just put my fingers…ah mhm, just like I thought, don’t play with me, baby.”
You gasped when you felt him pull you against his chest with one hand on your wrist and the other dipping into your swimsuit bottoms to rub your clit
He was so rude, so unbelievably rude in every way and you didn’t care about your pride anymore
And you didn’t need to tell him twice as he pulled you up and slung you over his shoulder, carrying you to the private shower that overlooked a view of the ocean
The warm spray of water washed over you as you faced the indigo tiles, sticking your ass out and muffling your gasps and moans against your arm as Florian was bent down, languidly lapping at your pussy
His beard tickled your soft skin and made you squirm until one of his big hands came down against your ass sharply
“You’re getting in the way of my meal, princess.”
Again, unbelievably rude
But you didn’t have time to whine about his sultry words before his face was buried between your thighs again, his tongue swirling around in a steady rhythm
Eventually he gave you what you really wanted, his hands gripping your hips as he eased you back onto his dick, letting you get used to the thickness
“That’s it, that what you wanted? Just wanted me to fill you up, cause you’re what, baby?”
“Cause I’m yours…oh god, more please.”
“Good girl.”
Florian fucked you good, his strong arms keeping you held up as you started to lose the ability to think straight
“Look so fucking pretty, baby. Look at me when I’m fucking you.”
Your back was pressed against his chest now, his eyes dark and focused on you as he pounded into you, right against that sweet spot
Eventually he just couldn’t help himself, pressing your body up against the tiles, laying into you while his teeth grazed against your shoulder, biting you there and smiling when you moaned even louder
He whispered such filthy things in your ear, telling you how much he wanted to ruin you, how good you felt squeezing around him, how he couldn’t wait to cum buried deep inside you
You were losing your mind in the best way, hardly aware of anything else outside what he was giving you and you loved it
“Turn around for me, wanna see you when you cum again.”
On shaky legs you did as he said, amazed at the way he lifted you so easily, your groans mixing with his in a filthy kiss as he slid back into you, only this this letting gravity do some of the work
He was deep inside you and the obscene sounds of your skin slapping against his and the slick heat of your pussy made your cheeks burn
“Please, fuck, fuck don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby. Want you too bad right now.”
His lips dipped down to lick and nibble at your chest, his strength and stamina knocking the air out of your lungs with each pointed thrust
And he kept his word, fucking you until you could barely keep your eyes open from exhaustion, but keeping you cradled in his arms all the while
This was exactly the way you wanted to spend the end of your summer and Florian had delivered tenfold
🔥🔥🔥
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Professor Nasty Pt. 2
Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader
Warning: Rough sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading.
I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed.
Thank you @dersha89 for the inspiration. Thank you love!
The Chinese food they ended up ordering was just being pushed around her plate.
“What's wrong, you've been so quiet since you got here. Did he fail your paper again, dude can be so hard.” Fynn shoved fried rice into his mouth, bits dropping everywhere.
“Just tired.”
Fynn rolled his eyes, “Then go to bed.”
Y/N stood, taking her plate and shoving it in the fridge.
“I’m going home, you can play your game without being worried about me.”
Part of Y/N knew she was taking her bad attitude out of Fynn not that he deserved it, she had literally cheated on him hours ago and now she was being bitchy.
“Fine, maybe we can link when you fix your attitude, I didn't do anything to you.”
Y/N didn't even stay to hear the rest, just grabbed her stuff to head back to her apartment, where she should have gone in the first place.
Thank god her two roommates were out, she closed and locked the door to her room, not wanting to be disturbed. Y/N turned on her soft music playlist and tried to get some studying done, but nothing was clicking. She kept thinking about Mr. Munteanu and what had happened. She opened the text thread a few times, reading the message, trying to decipher things that weren't there. His message was clear and concise, he wanted to see her again. And Y/N wanted to see him too.
So she texted him back.
Where am I headed?
“Hello trick, you off in LaLa Land?” Chris waved her hand in front of Y/N’s face.
Y/N snapped out her daydream, today was Friday and she was absolutely frazzled by what could happen tonight. He had sent her an address, one not far from the school, and told her to dress sexy.
“No, just tired.”
“If I hear that shit one more time, I swear.” Chris grabbed a fry from Y/N’s uneaten plate.
“Well I am, what you want me to say.”
“The truth, first you fight with Fynn for no damm reason, you been MIA all fucking week, and I finally track you down and you barely can string a sentence together. I’m not stupid.”
“You sure, cause you went back to Jason 4 times.” Y/N snapped.
“Ohh that was low, you def hiding something chick. Let me find out.” Chris was staring her down and it made Y/N squirm.
“Look I am sorry, that was low, my bad. But I am stressed, school, being away from family, being one of the few black women at this school, not being able to find decent hair products. I could go on.”
Y/N could tell that Chris was not buying it at all. They had been friends since freshman year and they could read each other.
“Imma let you slide, but when you are ready to tell me the truth, just know I am here. And Fynn getting on my fucking nerves, he keeps asking me whats wrong with you and how he can make it better.”
That made Y/N feel even worst, Fynn was trying his hardest to be a good guy and here she was out here being scum.
“I’ll make it up to him.”
“Hopefully with this that you ask me to bring.”
Chris put a bag on the table, and Y/N smiled on the inside. Chris was the queen of dressing fly and sexy. She made anything look good. Whenever Y/N need an outfit she shopped Chris closet.
Y/N had asked Chris to bring her dress and she had delivered. Y/N pulled the dress out, giving it a look. A blue mini dress that sparkled, it left very little to the imagination. This was a no bra type of dress, the straps super thin.
“Damm this is dope, thank you.”
“No problem and I dont need it back, what is it for?”
“Going to surprise Fynn.” Y/N lied.
“Pair it with those clear pumps you have and girl you will be looking irresistible. Promise. Look I gotta go, hit me up and let me know how it goes.”
Chris stole a few more fries before blowing Y/N a kiss and leaving her to sit and wonder if she was making a good choice.
Y/N checked herself one more time before she went downstairs to wait for her cab. The blue mini dress looked perfect against her brown skin. The twist out that she did had came out perfect, light makeup, a gold necklace with her initial sat center on her chest. Another coat of lipgloss and finally a spray of Rogue by Ms. Fenty and she was ready to go.
And of course Chris was right about the clear pumps, they went perfectly with the dress. She looked great, Y/N snapped a quick picture before grabbing her clutch and heading out. Trying to sneak past her roommates was not an option, they whistled as she walked past, paying her compliments and saying how lucky Fynn was.
If only they knew that Fynn wasn't the lucky one.
The whole ride to his condo was nerve wracking, Y/N alternated between bouncing her leg and checking her phone obsessively. Part of her hoped he would cancel, and she could go see Fynn and make it up to him.
The cab dropped her off in front of a high rise, she didn't know the going rate for a professor but she didn't think it was this. The place was nicer than she expected with a doorman outside.
Stepping into the elevator Y/N knew there was no turning back, she was here and her panties were already damp and the possibility of fucking Mr. Munteanu again. The quickie they had on the desk was just a taste, a teaser of what it was like to be with a man.
“You look gorgeous Miss Y/F/N”
Y/N shyly looked down as Mr. Munteanu looked her over, he sucked his bottom lip in as he traced the hem of the short dress.
“Thank you Sir.”
“Here, you can call me Flo or Daddy sweetie, come in.”
The door closed behind her and suddenly she was pushed against the wall. Florian grabbed Y/N neck, making her look up at him. He kissed her, soft at first before aggressively overpowering her. Y/N hands landed on his chest, the feeling of the hard muscle of her hands. Y/N gasped when he pulled away, her chest heaved as she gulped down air.
“This is going to be fun Miss Y/F/N.”
“If I can call you Daddy, I'm sure you can find something better to call me.” she smirked.
“Is that right babygirl, don’t worry I have all night to come up with names to call you.” Florian dragged Y/N to the couch, pushing her over the arm.
Y/N ass was in the air, the dress which was already short, pushed up. Florian parted her legs, standing between them as he ran a finger up and down the wet crotch of her panties.
“Guess I should call you slut for being wet already, I’ve barely touched you.”
“I’ve been thinking of you all week.” her voice was weak.
“Good.” was all he said as he pulled her panties down. Florian kneeled between her legs, the first bite surprising her. Y/N squirmed and Florian gave her ass a light smack.
“Let Daddy take care of you.”
Y/N moaned as Florian bit and sucked her thighs, slowly working his way up to her dripping wet pussy.
“I like to take my time baby, what's the point if I can't slowly devour you.”
“Please…”
Y/N was not used to this, Fynn was only her 4th sexual partner. Foreplay usually lasted a few minutes if she was lucky.
The first kiss to her wet core sent shivers up her spine. The professor slowly made out with her pussy, the sloppy kissing turned into his tongue slowly licking her from top to bottom. His pace was so slow and torturous that Y/N’s hips tried to follow his movement. He repeated the same move and his teasing was too much for her to take.
“Please Daddy, more.”
Y/N pleas feel on deaf ears, he was enjoying this too much. Y/N gasped when he sucked her clit into his mouth, the small bundle of nerves suddenly over simulated. Y/N never felt a pleasure like this, he was being a teacher in more than one way.
His lips released her clit, his wide tongue driving into her wet slit. Quickly diving in and out, Y/N rocked on his face. Y/N fist balled as her legs shook, Florian was being merciless, eating her with a passion that she never felt. Y/N was just paralyzed with pleasure, the way he changed pace from slow to fast, back to slow. The way he sucked her clit then tongue fucked her. He was a man that knew what he was doing, a skilled man.
“Oh my God!!” moaned Y/N, the way the orgasm took over her whole body, she felt it rushing through her veins.
Florian stood, his jeans grinding against her wet and sensitive pussy.
He leaned down, kissed her neck before whispering,“ Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you all night?” Right in her ear.
Y/N was still breathless from the mind shattering orgasm, that she couldn't speak, she just shook her head. Florian grabbed her hair, so that she was facing him.
“I’m going to fuck you like a man should, you will never want a boy again when I am finished with you.”
With one hand still tangled in her hair, something she would never let Fynn do, Y/N heard the sound of his jeans being undone. Her body still recovering from the tongue lashing that he gave her didn't have time to prepare for him or his thick dick.
“Fuck!” they both said. Y/N from the way he stretched her out, and Florian from the way her walls wrapped around him.
Florian released her hair, putting his hands on either side of her, slowly feeding her inch by inch, wanting to savor the feeling of her walls hugging him. Y/N didn't want that, she wanted all of him and now.
“Please go deeper Daddy, I need it.” she begged, her nails dug into his arm. Y/N pushed back, wanting all of his thick length to be inside of her.
Florian moaned, he promised himself he would take his time, but he couldn't hold back. He snapped his hips into hers, burying every last inch into her. Gone was the slow tender strokes, he pounded into her.
“Give me a kiss baby girl.”
Y/N turned her face to kiss him, but couldn't focus because of how he was fucking her. Soft kisses barely made it to his lips until he stopped moving. Florian grabbed her jaw and kissed her, tongues battling it out, he grinded his hips into her, watching her melt. Florian finally pulled away, resting his forehead on her back.
Y/N felt surrounded by him, his powerful arms on either side of her, digging into the material of the couch. His chest against her back, she couldn't move if she wanted to, she was trapped and happy about it.
Pain mixed with pleasure as his strokes sped up, both chasing their own orgasm. Y/N clung to him as her legs trembled and she let out a loud moan.
Florian kept fucking her through the orgasm, he never experienced this with any other woman, wanting to completely consume her in each way possible.
“Fuck, Im cumming baby.”
His body went riding on top of her, as he released a flood inside of her. Y/N wasn't sure she would move if she wanted to, she felt drained of energy and completely happy.
When Florian finally moved off of her, pulling up his boxers before sitting on the couch, Y/N stood on unsteady legs. Y/N looked around for her panties and bag. She fixed her dress, she could feel his seed dripping out of her. She had turned around to pick up her panties when she felt his presence behind her.
She stood, panties in hand.
He moved her hair out the way, softly kissing her neck, “You don't need them, I am nowhere near done with you.”
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