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"Please…"
"Please, what?"
You whimper. Unable to take the pain of being edged for about 20 minutes now. It was unbearable and you were tired of it at this point. He thought it was amusing, your expression. He thought it was cute how you squirmed and writhed every time his fingers disappeared from your pussy conveniently when you were about to cum. He was relentless and evil, two words you have been drilling into his ears for the past 5 minutes. He loved making you like this. You would beg and beg for almost nothing until you couldn't take it anymore. Until you finally used the filthy whore mouth he knew you had, to say…
"Please, baby, I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me with your cock…"
He smirked. Because tonight you were just as unbearable as he was being right now. You flirted with Cameron at the party earlier until your boyfriend finally had enough of it and decided to drag you home. So he smirked, because he didn't think you had enough just yet. He has to tease you for wayyyy longer as reparations.
"Hmm, not dirty enough. Plus, are you sure you want my cock?"
You were breathing heavily. A bead of sweat rolled down your cleavage. You grumbled, just wanting release. "Yes… please… your cock…"
"But you were being so slutty towards Cam earlier. Are you sure you don't want his?" The sudden increase in speed of his fingers threw you off. You began moaning softly. He was drinking your moans like wine, but he removed his fingers anyways. You grunted in frustration. You were this close to strangling him. He never made you wait this long before.
"Answer my fucking question, Y/N." His eyes and voice were deep, dark, and scary. You never saw this side of him before. Jealousy. You finally whispered your answer.
"Yes, daddy. I want your cock… only yours…"
He moved so quickly. In a flash, your legs were being folded back as far as they could go and his dick was hitting the spot you need him in so very well. And so fast. His movements were hungry and primal. You couldn't moan softly anymore. Now, you HAD to scream. It felt too good and you were reaching your climax. He growled in your ear.
"You're mine. Not Cameron's. Mine. I'll fuck you till you remember that."
should i finish this?
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White Ferrari
Miles 42 x black fem reader
Warnings/about: Angst/fluff, Drunk characters, slightly drunk driving, you get attacked by one of Miles’s rivals he feels guilty, frank ocean & skateboarding, caring miles
Slight trigger warning: You get followed and attacked by a rival of your boyfriends, you own a gun and pull it out
& yes this is pt.2 to fashion killa 🫶🏾 thank y’all for the support on my first piece of writing 🥹🥹
Miles took your advice from your last heartfelt conversation, leading his uncle Aaron to take more of the prowler role while he rebuilt your relationship, but after a few weeks off he sadly had to stay out again
During the weeks he had off you felt closer to your villain boyfriend than you ever had before. Him opening up his eyes to your world and you feeling every emotion he expressed he was raised in as a child.
You both went to concerts seeing ASAP Rocky (both of y’all’s fav) JID, Brent faiyaz (Miles’s favorite he sends you lyrics all the time) and kendrick Lamar. You standing in the pit made miles tense up so he would always end up being right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist while dancing to whatever artist was playing, the tight space pressing your butt onto him which made him go feral, but not purposely of course 🙄 so he always ended up whispering in your ear
“Espera a que lleguemos a casa, you want to tease huh?” (Wait till we get home)
After his disappearance, and reappearance you communicated your feelings to him a lot, as he understood that his weight was slightly your weight too, and it stressed you out. Even though his identity was safe and your relationship with him wasn’t too public, you felt someone had a hit out on your head.
“8:35 pm not too late…” and while miles was gone you dragged on your baggy evisu jeans while also pulling on a tight cropped shirt, finishing it off with a hoodie zipping it just far up enough so you could still let others see your bellybutton was pierced. Then you left, skating down the street with bktherula blasting in your left ear (miles always told you to keep one ear open when he wasn’t with you)
After a minute you stopped at a gas station for a drink and while walking to the back for your soda, you spotted a man dressed in all black. Shiesty mask pulled down, his dark eyes glared at you screaming disrespectful things
“Why the fuck do I live in nyc..” you muttered
At that moment you snatched the money out your pocket and slammed it on the counter whilst walking out, hoping the fast payment would put some space between you two. You also text miles. A lot..
“Hey miles baby, you free?” 8:49
“Some dude keeps following me miles” 8:49
“Miles please look at my location, I’ll try to stay in the area please come get me” 8:50
“Baby please answer me” 8:50
“Babe” 8:50
“Babe” 8:53
“Miles” 8:53
Miles POV:
“Aye pass that shi bru we celebrating tonight” I said through intoxicated lips while taking another swig of the hennessy bottle, and for a minute my worries went away, and that minute was actually 30 minutes
“Aye y’all imma head home ! My wife waiting on me” I said with a smug look on my face snatching the keys to my motorcycle off the counter, but my unc ain’t goin for that shi
“Gimme the keys miles, airdrop me your address”
“Alright then dad..” I said sarcastically, but slightly pondered on that sentence because my dad, yeah
While opening my phone to airdrop the address my heart sank to my crotch
Future wife: 7 new messages
Future wife: 16 missed calls
Future wife: 1 voicemail
And immediately I became sober. Hopping on my motorcycle and riding through the oddly warm night climate, leaving my worried uncle behind while tracking y/n’s location
“Sabes que lo siento, I keep fucking letting you down.” (You know I’m sorry baby)
Y/n’s pov:
Although you tried not to acknowledge the man but something about him was familiar? You’re sure you’ve never seen him before but maybe you’ve heard of him
“Come here ma, won’t be long trust”
“Come on you know you want to turn around and look at me”
And in that moment you knew who he was, Sidat. (Sigh - dot) Miles’s little “enemy”. Miles told you about him, but the way he was described to you. Made you feel like he wasn’t a threat. Now you realize he wasn’t a threat to miles, but definitely is a threat to you
“Move nigga, I got a man” you snapped
“I know that already love, fuc him”
And something in you jerked to pull out the gun you tucked in your pants earlier. The gun that had MM (Miles morales) engraved in it, the gun you never realized could swiftly take someone off the earth, the gun that had purple wrapped around it. Personalized for your boyfriends touch
“I said move nigga, damn.” You said, turning around swiftly while pulling the gun out your waist
And you tilted your head, peering down the top of the gun hoping this would be enough to scare sidat away
“You ain’t pullin that shi girl” he said whilst jumping on you pinning you to the floor, you kept the barrel of the gun to his chest but he knew you wouldn’t pull it. You knew you wouldn’t too
He lifted your chin off your chest with his own weapon
“You so fine, miles don’t deserve yo pretty ass”
And in that moment you heard a motorcycle almost a minute away
So he left, and in the snap of a finger sidat was gone
And you shivered on the floor preparing your words for when miles found you. Tears ruining your pretty mascara
“Lo siento, cariño, lo siento, salí y me emborraché y pensé que si bebía no tendría que pensar en nada y..” (I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I went out and got drunk and I thought if I drank I wouldn’t have to think about anything and I..)
“Come on hermosa, I’m so sorry” you saw a tear forming a the bottom of his eyes and you knew if he wasn’t slightly drunk he probably wouldn’t be crying right now
He picked you up and sat you on his motorcycle. Going straight home
Timeskip: At home
“And yeah, that’s what happened. He vanished as soon as you pulled up.” You said through tears and hiccups
Miles tried his hardest to comfort you. He took your clothes off slowly trying not to trigger anything inside of you and wrapped you in the satin robe he got you for valentines. He took you into the bathroom and ran you a bath while rubbing a soapy rag along your body. His eyebrows indicating his regret. He made you hot camomile tea just like how his mom taught him, and he slid your bonnet on your braids freshly oiled for bed while he played your favorite, frank ocean
“It’s my fault” you heard him sigh
“No baby it wasn’t your fault, It wasn’t any of ours I’m not too shaken anyways I promise”
“But I should have been checking your texts, just like you always tell me too…” and he buried his head into your breasts trying to hold back drunk tears, and sooner or later you were being showered with kisses. His breath smelled like liquor but you didn’t care. He made sure that night while you both slept he was directly behind you. Never letting go of your hip
“Care for you still and I will, forever” miles sleepily sang the lyrics of white Ferrari, and you’d wonder if he knew what he sang, or the impact it made in your head. It almost felt like he could only love you this deeply when he was drunk. Maybe he just felt this way the whole time
And through every kiss he apologized, because sober or not it pained him so much someone besides him had hurt you, purposely. The music filled your room and leaked out your shared window freezing time, and all you could do was stare at the boy you loved in awe
Because you never thought he could love someone so deeply
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valentines special!
happy february everyone! in honor of valentines day, i'll be taking lovey dovey requests all month! i've listed some prompts below if you'd like to use those, or you can send in your ideas :)
request guidelines are here, and prompts are below the cut <3
“wait, don’t pull away…not yet.”
“you look really in cute in that sweater.”
“god, you always make me blush so damn much.”
“first second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”
“could you hold my hand?”
“I really love holding you, darling.”
“aw, you’re blushing.”
“wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this much.”
“you don’t need to leave so soon.”
“I can’t pretend anymore.”
“I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you.”
“it’s you. it’s always been you.”
“there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you.”
“I was made to love you.”
“I can’t bare to be away from you.”
“you’re all I can think about.”
“I am so very in love with you.”
“you are breathtaking.”
“you’re being all cute and sweet, it’s making me want to kiss you.”
“you look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”
“I’ll always be here for you.”
“I think I love you.”
“it’s okay. I couldn’t sleep.”
“I don’t like them, I like you.”
“it’s always been you.”
“can you picture it? you and I together?”
“will you just…hold me? please?”
“I am so proud of you.”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
“I’m gonna marry you one day.”
“shut up and kiss me.”
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“I can’t stay away from you.”
“I feel strange when you’re around.”
“I’m better when I’m with you.”
*prompts are from various posts on pintrest
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