#florian munteanu fanfiction

[melo-yello]

Sunkissed (Florian X Plus-sized Black Reader)

Pairing(s): Florian Munteanu X Black!reader, Plus-Size!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warning(s): body dysmorphia, cursing, gaslighting, and self worth struggles

A/n: This been sitting in my docs for who knows how long. But he’s so fine and I know he’d be soooooooo sweet if you were having a bad body day. Just angst and fluff. I really wanted to write for the hotties wit all the body tell me if I did y’all justice.

The sun pours down on you as you take a seat at a table outside the cafe. You adjust your hat and sunglasses to shade your face silently hoping your Aunt would hurry up before you got recognized. Kinky h/c coils subdued in a low puff and edges swooped to utter perfection peek just pass the hat's brim. It's so odd for people to know who you are now. Things have really taken off in the last year.

You had just finished filming a couple segments for Vanity Fair's YouTube channel earlier this morning and you're still a little in awe of everything. You never expected to be here at this stage of your life. A up incoming plus-size model with her career on the rise. Big publications wanted you on their covers.

Ebony.

Essence.

Allure.

Even a Vogue feature.

Thinking back to middle school it’s funny how you never dared to dream you’d be here. You are so far from that insecure little girl swallowed up in self-hate.

Your hot pink dress blows gently in the cool breeze. The gold body glitter shines on your exposed

shoulders and plush thighs.

You scroll down your Insta feed tuning out the bustling brunch crowd. A notification flashes across the top of screen. A new comment on the stunning fit you're wearing this morning.

@bignasty

Damn You're Gorgeous🥵...Where's your man?😘

You smile to yourself tracing the smooth baby hairs at your temple as type your reply.

@bignasty Still finding time in between his busy filming his fine ass off to annoy me😚

Your boyfriend just couldn't help himself sometime.

"Hey Honey!"

Your aunt's voice pulls your eyes away from your phone and up to her with arms open wide.

"Auntie Roxie! It's been too long!" You chime popping up to embrace the beautiful middle aged woman before you.

Her deep brown hair finger waved to perfection only with a lone gray swoop at her temple to hint her age. A classic diva if you've ever seen one.

Her lean waist giving way to bodacious hips and topped off with her perfect D cup breasts. She was all you wanted to grow up to be as a child.

Confident.

Poised.

And Beautiful.

You have since out grown the 'only one kind of body is beautiful' mindset. You’d be lying if you didn't admit that Roxie's stunning.

"It sure has! And don't you look scandalous!" Roxie hums as you spin yourself around to give the full effect of your outfit.

"Thanks, TT." You cheese taking your seat across from her.

"Just drop dead gorgeous! So catch me up, Chic! I want to know Ev-re-y-thing!" She stresses each syllable squeezing your hands firmly.

"Okay. Okay, but let's order first. I'm starved." You say scrunching up your face at her as you wave down a waiter.

"Can't say I'm surprised, HoneyBun." She smirks reviving your childhood nickname as she nudges your side. A frown flutters across your full lips before the waiter interrupts.

She didn't mean it like that.

"I'm Anthony and I'll be your server today. What can I get you gorgeous ladies to start with this afternoon?" He smiles unapologetically checking out you.

Roxie stifles a chuckle as she rolls her eyes. Chalking up the slight sting in your chest to you being overly sensitive.

She's not laughing at me.

The appetizers give way to entries as she claws at every juicy detail she can possibly get.

How quickly your career's climbing. How you were adjusting to living in such a big city. How you're adjusting to the limelight. What celebrities are really like. Your love life. Which lead to how you wound up dating Florian Munteanu in the first place.

The pleased expression on your face somehow broadens. You don't know if you loved talking about your man or your dreams more.

You couldn't decide.

This being the most successful time of your life, and the healthiest relationship of your adult life. Florian legitimately cared about you and encouraged your ambitions. You often caught yourself feeling it was all too good to be true.

"Florian is such a great guy! You know, he really cares-" You gush before she cuts you off shrugging.

"How long do you think this'll last?" Roxie stares directly into your e/c eyes. You shift a little in your seat.

"Well, I mean no one ever really knows in the beginning, but what we have is-"

"No HoneyBun. Not that Miracle. Your moment in the sun. I know being 'curvy' is popular now but, how long do you think it'll last?" Roxie cuts you off again taking both of your hands in hers.

"Are you serious, right now?"

"Well yea, it's just trendy. Just like jerry curls and parachute pants somethings just phase out." She nods solemnly as if she's letting you in on one of the best kept secrets in the country.

You swallow hard. Your eyes fall to the half eaten cheesecake on the plate in front of you. You tug your hands from hers to pull the hanging fabric of your dress over your exposed thighs.

"TT, just stop. Curvy Women aren't a trend. People are just learning to embrace natural beauty all kinds of natural beauty." You correct her without looking up.

"Oh come on. At least you've got all the right curves in all the right places," she smiles standing to kiss your forehead before placing a manicured hand on your stomach,"...well maybe not if you keep eating like that."

Fiddling aimlessly with the embroidered table cloth you swallow the swelling lump in your throat.

"Next time you wear something like this, wear spanx. you look pregnant." She leans in lowering her voice to a whisper while scoping the restaurant.

"Aunt Roxanne, you didn't have to say that." You snap pushing her hand away from your middle trying your best to swallow the creeping feeling of disgust as you meet her eyes. Roxie just rolls her eyes snatching up her Louis Vuitton purse.

"Honey Bun, at least I'm being honest with you." She says placing a hand on her hip.

"You're being hurtful. And I DON’T LIKE BEING CALLED HONEYBUN!" You spit scarcely below a shout while blinking back the hot tears brimming your eyes. Roxanne pokes out her bottom lip as she pulls you into her arms.

"Oh Bunny, It's only hurtful because it's true." She speaks softly letting you go as she turns to leave waving over her shoulder.

…

Silky thongs, bralettes, and lingerie sets start to form a small heap on the soft, white carpet of the condo bedroom as you stare blankly at yourself in the mirror. For the last hour you've been changing from outfit to outfit. Your favorite fiery scarlet set hangs perfectly on your round hips, and gives you just the right amount of shape to your breasts.

Little to no spillage.

The perfect amount of perk.

Not to mention how stunning the deep hue looks against your brown skin.

This is supposed to make me feel pretty.

Why don't I feel pretty?

Your fingertips ghost over the pudge surrounding your waist.

'I'm just being honest.'

Roxanne's words still bouncing around your head like a pinball.

You attempt to press your curves smooth hoping with just enough pressure they'd all melt away.

Would that make me beautiful?

Nothing changed. As soon you move your hands every curve springs back into place.

How could anyone be happy with me...if I'm not happy with me? How could Fl-

Overwhelming shame settles in your chest.

Heavy and Hard.

As you pull the red fabric off your skin all of the day's events replay themselves.

Every compliment.

Every flirt washes itself in doubt and insecurity.

You squeeze your stomach so tight it hurts. Acrylics digging into you. Every fear and insecurity cackle in unison as you stare yourself down in that vanity mirror.

No one really thinks you're pretty.

You're just a diversity hire.

You're not special.

You're such a silly girl for even believing it all.

You're just a fat girl.

Hot tears well up in your e/c eyes. You shake your head in hopes that all the self hate would vanish like lines on an etch a sketch.

Years of hard practice ignoring all the hate and refusing to seek others for validation seems to be crumbling. Your self-worth seemed to be slipping through your fingers like sand. The inferiority that you buried so long ago resurrected itself again.

I never earned a place in this industry.

I'm not a real model.

I'm just a joke.

At this point your e/c eyes start to burn from all the tears. Your head was beginning to really throb too.

It hurt almost as much as what she said.

But even worse than that the fact that she got to you in the first place stings the most.

You wanted...needed someone to contradict it all. Someone to confirm despite all the sly shit Roxanne shot at you that you're still beautiful. That her assertions weren't reality.

She couldn't define you.

You wander to Florian's side of the room. Rifling through his drawers and pulling out the shirt closest to the bottom of the drawer. A simple white tee.

You lift collar to your nose. The gentle scent of him still clings the fabric mixed with his signature cologne. Stealing his t-shirts just kinda became a thing after you two unofficially moved in together. After several not so sly comments about how great he smells all the time Flo started leaving lightly worn undershirts at the bottom of his drawer. You pull one from its hiding place.

You tug it on over your loose curls. It stopped just low enough to nearly cover your ass. Loosely meeting your hips but gave no hint to your shape otherwise. Almost always reverting back to you tomboy swag when you aren’t really in love with your shape.

You shuffle into red Nike gym shorts with ease, thankful that your baby daddy is thicc too. You don't check the mirror. It wouldn't make you feel better anyways.

Enough crying.

Woman Up, and ignore it until it goes away.

A couple bright flashes from your phone draws your attention.

💕😚😜😂Flo-Rida😂😜😚💕:

Filming ran a little over. Gimme a few to get cleaned up.

💕😚😜😂Flo-Rida😂😜😚💕:

Got a few things to pick up. Then I'm all yours😜!

Be home soon, Babygirl😘!

You send a silent prayer up to heaven so thankful he wouldn't be seeing you like this as you type out your reply.

Y/n:

Can't Wait, Big Poppa😜💞!

He couldn't know that you're this fragile.

Flo always said how strong you were and how much he loved that about you. How people never seemed to be able to get under your skin.

No reason to change that.

…

The warm spicy scent of chai sweeps through the downstairs air, mixing with microwave kettle corn. Quincy and Monica are in the middle of their break-up after his parents’ divorce when the door clicks to reveal Florian with his arms full of groceries.

You pop up from the blanket cocoon on the sofa.

"Your definition of ‘a few’ is way different from mine." You smile pecking him on the cheek as you attempt in vain to wrestle multiple bags away from him. Per usual he surrenders the lightest bag to you.

"Says the woman who steals half.” Florian smiles, raising an eyebrow at you as he places the bags on the counter before planting a kiss on your forehead. He pulls you into him sliding a hand down your back to waist then finally resting at your soft fluffy ass. Lustfully squeezing he growls a little bit.

But your mind goes to other dark and insecure places.

Wow he thinks I'm so-No Stop.

He didn't mean it like that.

You frown pushing the doubt out trying to focus on him.

His smell.

His voice.

His body so close to yours.

His desire for me.

He loves me despite…

Why did he suddenly need to love me despite?

Shame bubbles up your chest as you push away before crossing both arms around your waist.

Palms pressed into yourself. Fingers loosely gripping your hips.

You force your lips into your usual cheeky smile.

"Uhh...Lemme help put these up to make up for it." You giggle snatching Lays bags and a couple boxes of snack bars. You pray he wouldn't read into it.

Florian noticed.

His brown-green eyes muddied with confusion then concern.

Something's wrong.

"How was your day, Dragă? How was brunch with your Aunt Roxie?" He breathes slowly crossing the kitchen and resting his head in the nape of your neck. His arms wrapping around you as you close the cabinet.

"Uhh...umm...it was…" You mutter stiffening as your head falls and your shoulders tense and you ball your fist against the granite countertop. The lump starts swelling in your throat.

You weren't expecting him to remember you even mentioned that. Tears edge your e/c eyes.

You didn't want to tell him. You didn't want him to pity you. You feel so inadequate that she got to you in the first place.

Crybaby.

So you stay silent sighing deeply. Focusing on the little golden fleck in granite countertop you try to keep all the hurt inside.

You couldn't.

The more you push it back down the more tear droplets sprinkle the shiny stone finish.

Florian doesn't move. His grip tightens to steady your trembling body.

Stop it!

Stop It Right Now!

Stop Fucking Crying!

Please

You can’t help but wonder how you still had tears left.

Yet the tears keep rolling.

And seconds felt like hours.

Every insecurity weighing down on your shoulders.

Abruptly turning in his embrace to face him and meet his hazel green eyes but deciding on his chest instead.

A smile strains itself onto your lips. Your default facial expression.

A bad habit you'd picked up in middle school.

A small gesture of reassurance.

I’m ok but not ok.

"Today was uh … ok. Don’t worry about me. I'm fine." You croak resting your trembling palms evenly on his chest.

An action intended to put him at ease, and make your words less hollow.

You don't want to worry him or bring down his good mood. You try and beg the tears to stop rolling down your brown cheeks and your boldness to fill your chest. But it doesn't.

"You're such a bad liar, Babygirl." Florian chides gently placing a hand on yours before gently lifting your chin with the other.

A half choked laugh bubbles up your throat. One last attempt to pretend everything was fine.

His eyes were soft and genuinely concerned, much to your surprise there's not an ounce of pity in them.

You wait.

For his judgments.

His disappointments.

His snide remarks.

His attempt to force you into letting him in.

You just needed one reason to shut him out.

One reason to fold into yourself and bottle up the pain.

Just one so you can run up stairs and pretend this crack in your composure never happened.

Go ahead

Let me down already.

Soft brown green eyes slowly examine your features. Slow.

Methodical.

Silently waiting.

But he won't give you one.

No reason to run.

He just patiently sweeps away a few fallen tears off your cheek.

Only to return to rubbing slow circles on the back of your hand, "Y/n, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here." Florian presses an impossibly soft kiss into your cheek.

And that is all it takes.

You throw your arms around his neck as it all begins to sputter out.

The evening brunch with Roxie and everything she'd said and done to belittle you.

His hands rest on the small of your back as he pulls your frame closer to his.

"She's like a mom to me, Flo. And my day had been so unbelievably great until her. Like, I was on cloud nine. And I just let her snatch it all away. The whole time we were together she just kept throwing these shitty little jabs at me. And I believed it all so easily. I let her make me feel small and I let her hurt me. Because if Roxie..., a woman who practically raised me, could see me for who I really am…then then everyone else had to see that too. It had to be true. How long would it take for you…" You trail off squeezing him tighter to be sure he was real. Every gritty detail flutters from your lips.

"You'd see it too, Flo. And realize that I'm still that scared little girl I used to be. That I’m not good enough. That I’m unlovable."

You only recently opened up to him about the living hell of your middle school years and early high school. It'd been brief and scarce on particulars, but Florian noticed how you pulled into yourself when you talked about those days and how you'd laugh or smile but it wouldn't reach your eyes. He could see how much you still hurt, and that some part of you, still blamed yourself.

He moves his hands from your lower back to either side of your thick thighs and gently hoists up to straddle his waist.

"Fețită, îmi pare atât de rău." Florian hums softly squeezing you into him. Your grip tightens.

Flo had made two things his personal goals since you started dating.

First, Picking you up.

Something you always thought was so romantic, but you weren't sure if someone would ever do that for you. You made the mistake of telling him that, so every chance he gets he's sweeping you off your feet.

And second, teaching you Romanian.

You actually could stutter through a few sentences even though you're hesitant to practice with him. Mainly because your accent’s so bad.

A surprised peep escapes your lips as you nuzzle your damp face into his neck. An involuntary little noise you make every time. Even though you can't see his face you're more than sure he's smirking.

He loved you close to him. And you can't help but wish it was under better circumstances.

He strides slowly across the kitchen and takes a seat on the couch with you in his lap.

By this point you feel like such a whiny little bitch for unpacking all your bullshit on him like this.

"Babygirl, look at me please?" Florian pleas giving you a reassuring squeeze.

Those e/c eyes flicker to his features soft and puppy dog like. You can’t help but melt into him.

“Dragă, you know you’re beautiful, right?” He says matter of factly as he cups the side of your face squishing your cheeks for added emphasis

“Most days...yea.” You nod sheepish.

Today turned out not to be one of those days.

“Dragă, you know I love you with my whole heart?” He smiles a Cheshire sized grin leaning his forehead against yours.

“All the time, Flo.” You sigh giving him the same shiteating grin he gave you.

“Dragă, you know you deserve everything you’ve worked so hard for. You’re not an imposter or a poser. Right?” He states in the same reassuring tone.

“Damn straight, I have worked my ass off.” You mutter with the slightest sass thinking on every mountain you had climbed to get to this far in your career. Florian promptly pecks each side of your face as he sees the fire burning in the back of your eyes. Then he continues his pep talk.

"Prințesa, Roxie is an absolute bitch."

A half choked chuckle flutters up your throat.

Out of all the things you expected him to say, that wasn't it.

Not to say Florian never uses the B-word, but you’ve never heard him say it. Actually this might be the first time you’ve been present to see the syllables have fallen from his lips.

"I'm sorry to say that but it’s true. You're an absolutely stunning woman at the top of your career. You’re fiercely determined and way too stubborn to quit. You’re insanely optimistic and bubbling over with confidence and joy. You are so fun and surprisingly gentle and witty. You're amazing whether I tell you or not, Ibui. You’re a goddess in your own right. Anyone can tell by looking at you. You are more than deserving of love and being loved. Babygirl, I just want you to know that you don’t have to pretend that nothing ever gets to you ...at least not with me. You’re allowed to be hurt and broken and falling to pieces if you feel like it. " He hums, brushing the slowing tears off each cheek before delicately cupping your face again. Florian places small soft kisses on each temple before a long one in the center of your forehead.

"A lot of people call their cruel remarks, honesty or tough love, because most people don’t know how to love. And I want you to know I won’t ever hurt you and call it truth. People close to you don’t have the right to hurt you. Here. With us. That’s never ok. I will always be your soft place.” He. He pulls you securely into a bear hug. Firmly to his chest. In turn you snake your arms around his waist. You find so much peace in his arms.

“Promise?” You sigh letting a man that loves you unconditionally hold you while you try to piece yourself back together.

You feel fragile.

Torn.

Vulnerable.

But not beyond repair.

Not beyond lovable.

“Yes. I promise.” He smiles as you relax in his arms.

Footnotes

Dragă - Darling

Prințesa - Princess

Fețită, îmi pare atât de rău - Babygirl, I’m so sorry (roughly)

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[freshstartbaby]

NOT THAT SERIOUS 1.

Eleven - Khalid ft Summer Walker

The sun was slowly diseapring, giving his place to the moon. Hopefully, the weather was still hot in summer evening. Summer evening were always hot in Chicago.

Since the sun took off his shift, there was a light breeze that Gemma loved. It reminds her of her childhood moments. When she was playing around with her brothers in the neighborhood, only remembering they better be home when the streets lights were on.

Gemma used to thought this little breeze has a particular smell. A pleasing mix of warm concrete and food cooking. To her, it was the smell of happy moments and little life joy.

Her fingers were playing with pages while she was checking her order book. she got up and got close to her kitchen window to let the breeze carress her face and make fade her anxiety away.

She had a lot on her mind lately.

Cracking slowly her neck, a raw bone sound rang, making her feel better. She felt ready to begin the cakes order she got for the day after. When all the ingredients were on the wood island she put her apron on.

« Six eggs » she whispered to herself

She didn’t have the time to open the first one that her phone started ringing

•Adam Wilson 💍 is calling

Gemma looked briefly at the screen. Not bothered enough to stop what she was doing to take the call. Not wanting to see his name written on her screen. Even if she had empty hand she didn’t want to pick up.

« Oh now you want to call «  she said with a sarcastic smirk. She had push on that mental button. You know that dangerous one ? The one when you stop caring.

When the fifth eggs was in the bowl, the phone stopped ringing. Making Gemma less irritated. She kept on following her recipe making sure to take her time to have a perfect result when her phone noticed her a text message.

•Florian Munteanu : Have you ate ?

The young woman kept doing her task, but took a minute to respond

« Hey Siri ! Send a text to Florian » she said out loud

« What would you like to say ? » the voice answered

« No and hello to you too »

« Your text to Florian says: no and hello to you too. Do I have to send it ? »

« Yes »

He had this bad habit not grating her properly that mess up with her every time. By the time, she was sure he was doing it on purpose. Few second went by before her phone rang again.

•Florian Munteanu is calling

A little smile came across her lips. Gemma put down the wood spoon she was holding and grabbed gently so her phone.

« Good evening sir » she said softly. Didn’t want to sound too happy but not to cold either.

« Look out your balcony » his voice said on the same tone

Gemma’s eyes went up looking though her small flat directly on her balcony. Nothing. Her left hand find her hip.

« First of all you really need to grate people, that’s a major issue with you »

A soft smile took place back on her lips when she detected a chuckle on the phone. Damn she love that sound.

« Second of all, there is nothing on the balcony » she continued

« Come on it, I’m down stairs « 

She wanted to take her time. Making him wait a little. But her foot betrayed her. And in less than six second, she was already opening the balcony door.

The breeze crashed on her face, harder that time, making her have goosebumps. Putting her free forearm on the cold fence she looked down and couldn’t fight a bigger smile.

Gemma looked at Florian few long seconds, feeling her heart beat more faster and blood warm up her cheeks, before speaking again through the phone

« What are you doing here ? « 

«  I am hungry. You are hungry. Do the maths.»

Gemma laughed kindly, amused about what she just heared.

« Well-« she started again

« Oh and that’s smile. I wanted to see that smile too. » Florian said, slowly leaning on his grey shinning car.

Oh if she could jump out of the balcony to. To nothing. She better think straight and stop smiling that hard.

« I’m busy, I am making an order for tomorrow » Gemma answered looking at the horizon

Few seconds droped, making the growing tension between these two thicker. He knew how much Gemma loved to have him beside her but at the same time, how uncomfortable she was to have a man, who wasn’t hers in her house. But looking at the circumstances, and how much time he been spending time between this four wall, he gave it a shot.

« I could help. I can be handy you don’t have no idea » he said trying to sugar coat her.

Gemma’s eyes felt back on the tall man, feeling his elicit tone, raising her heart’s rythm a new time.

« I’m on a baby shower pack, fourty guests. Are you ready fo that ? » she warned him. It’s gon be a lot of fun for her, she absolutely loved what she was doing. But was he ready ?

« I was born ready sweetheart » Florian said, walking to the block door and ending the communication.

When Gemma understood that Florian had end the phone call, she ran to the bathroom, refreshing her curls, putting on lip balm and perfume. She wanted to put on something more presentable under the apron and showing less skin but the ring door stop her.

On the small road to her front door, she grabbed a chewing-gum and throwed it in her mouth. She didn’t want to look good for him. She just wanted him not to see her as a crackhead. Just to keep the myth alive. She turned her door key and opened the heavy door revealing the trouble maker.

When the door was opened enough to see each other, deep brown eyes and hazel ones met and locked without a word being said. Gemma chewed her inner cheeks, leaning on the door so Florian could come in. He stepped in, never leaving her eyes even if her moisturized legs was calling him.

When he entered in the place, his body was so close to her that his smell went straight to Gemma´s nose. With that she took time breathing the rough and sensual cologne.

Now in the flat and eyes still fighting, Florian saw Gemma closing the door without watching it. Earring the door locked he came closer and grabbed her chin with his thumb and index, making her squeez her eyes. He took his time, contemplating her features, as if he doesn’t watch her every night on her Instagram picture since they met. Don’t judge him, he was a huge fan.

Finally he kindly pecked her left cheek making sure to take his time to let the gesture show how much he was caring about her. Her body leaned naturally into his and she let her arms find his strong back.

« How’s my gem doin ?» he asked still close to her face and wrapping one arm around her shoulder to got closer to her

« I was great until your call » she whispered in a playful tone

« Of course » replied chuckling « what’s under the apron » he continued slipping his hands on her hips

« Chill out, I’m fully dressed « she said pushing him back and showing her outfit hidden by the protection « don’t take your dream for reality » she answered finally going back to the kitchen

« That’s too bad, I’m into that kind of surprise» he said following her with a large smile on his face

« You should try keep some stuff to yourself « she responded already out of word with the man.

His only answer was winking at her before washing his hands in the kitchen sink.

___

Florian was a dissipated help. But he was still one. Once they finished the cake order, they decided to call an Uber eat. They were in the mood for something fat and sweet.

When the food arrived, they sat on the island chairs next to another talking about their week, sharing news and stories. The discutions kept flowing as both of them haven’t catch up the day before.

Feeling already full and like she needed a shower, Gemma excused herself to go use the restroom, leaving her phone on the island.

Florian kept eating, taking good care of his little friend’s leftovers and enjoying the sound vibe from her speaker.

It’s was near 3 am and he had a busy day, but he didn’t felt tired at all.

Florian was a project manager in a developer agency. It made him laugh sometimes looking at his position. Indeed he wasn’t a big fan of technical side on web. But during his commercial studies he met some classmates and got curious with their project. He liked it so much that he asked to join the course. Now He was happy to do a job he was enjoying every single day.

Today was full indeed. Customers meeting, team meeting, late afterwork and now Gemma. He enjoyed those type of moment with her, unplanned ones. To be honest, he never dare to voice it out loud but she was the best thing which happened to him since a long time.

He stood up, putting empty bags in the trash and cleaning the island so everything was fresh. Suddenly the music stopped making his face frowned for a second when he understood that someone was calling Gemma. He came back on his step and leaned on the island, checking at the screen

•Adam Wilson 💍 is calling

He looked at the light screen, palms on the island, wondering if he should answer.

Of course not. Why should he do that. That’s a bitch move. There were no reason for him to answer that phone. But at the same time, he wanted that guy to free his place. His time was over.

When the screen phone went black again he cracked his right thumb, making a bone sound and letting his tempting thoughts go way.

After ten minutes Gemma came back in the kitchen all clean, fresh face and dressed in her oversized black shirt of B2K.

The sight made Florian want to laugh because the shirt looked like he have been trough war.

« Stop making fun of me in my house, that’s direspectful » she said grabbing the end of her drink and sipping it with her straw.

He wanted to tease her again but her phone started ringing again. They both looked at the screen, watching Adam’s name move on it. When Gemma stepped forward to grab her phone, Florian took the opportunity to take place behind her and trapped her body against the island.

The young woman wanted to decline the call but Florian presence made her look back at him with a wondering face still facing the furniture.

« He called you few minutes ago » he said grabbing her hips « you should take it before he dies from blue balls, he must be horny as fuck to call you at this time »

She hit him with her elbow, making him hide his right part ribs with his hand and laughing at the act.

« Don’t be so violent with me, you know I like when you’re soft »

« Technically he can call me whenever he wants. On the other hand you, your Gemma’s house curfew is ringing, you know the drill. » She said patting his torso with both of her hands now facing him

When Florian usually come to her crib at evening, the night can be very long. To her the time seems to fly, but he used to stay over 3 or 4am. Feeling guilty about the situation, she decided to make him leave at 3 am. Even if she was having a good moment, it was clear that if Adam was having a girl over his flat till 4 am, she would not appreciate it at all. So even if Florian was a very good company rules were rules.

« I know, I know » he replied putting his hands up. « You saw ? I even clean the mess » he pointed at the clean island

« Don’t make me congrat you for doing the bare minimum, it’s lame » Gemma rolled her eyes at the sentence

« You ain’t got no heart »

« Oh really ? »

« Dead serious » he said looking at her with a straight face even if he was deeply making fun of her

« Alright then » she went to her fridge « let me eat the Oreo donuts I made by my own hands and saved for you » she said taking the box out of the fridge

Florian looked at her with a challenging sight.

« You didn’t finish your food, you don’t like Oreo and you made them for me. You wouldn’t do this « he said feeling confident

« Try me » she replied sucking the chocolate off her finger.

Florian watched her carefully. Trying to save that scene in a particular box of his brain before stepping toward her in a low pace. His tall figure dominated hers when he was close enough.

Grabbing a donut he took it in front of Gemma’s lips.

« Go on, I’m watching » he told her

She blank slowly her long lashes. Not sure about what to do when she eared a text notification taking her back to earth.

« Sir, take your stuff and go home » she said exhaling

« You know I like your cakes « he answered taking a bite « but do you know which one I’d really like to eat ? »

Speechless by what she just eared, Gemma showed her front door, mentioning to Florian to leave.

Laughing about how she acted, he put back the donut in the box and kiss her temple, letting some sugar coat on it.

« Good night sweetheart « 

« Send me a text when you’re home » she said loud enough so he can ear her when he passed the door

« Yes ma’am »

___

Gemma watched Florian’s car left the parking. She left her balcony when she eared his car making a acceleration sound. « He is going to kill himself one day » she thought. She check her front door and her turned off lights before going to bed. Once she was under her thick blanket despite the temperature, Gemma took her phone and unlocked it

•Adam Wilson 💍: 1 message

The last thing she wanted to do was open it. But she got admit she dismissed him all evening. Now she was the bad guy. Maybe she was since few months now. Her thumb tapped on the screen taking the decision for her before she started asking herself too much questions.

•Adam Wilson 💍

We should talk. I don’t know for you but I feel like things are going pretty weird.

Gemma read the text. Every word and every ponctuation, making sure she understood well. She read it a last time before lock her phone and put it on her night table and cover herself.

« I don’t want to talk. » she whispered to herself

___

« Thank you so much for all of this ! It looks delicious «  the young lady said closing the box in her hand

« Oh no thank you for your order, I hope you will enjoy every bite « Gemma replied happy to see her customer smile

« Oh we will for sure ! « 

« Don't forget to take pictures and to send me feedback so I can keep on improving my style »

« We will ! »

Gemma weaved back at the pregnant woman and got in her car removing her mask. She grabbed her phone and unlocked it before checking one of her to-do list boxes. She wanted to open her Instagram app when she changed her mind real quick

« You know what just call him. « she told herself trying to find some courage

Once again, her thumb moved faster than her mind wanted and the tonality already started ringing

« Looks who is back from the dead » Adam said on monotone voice

« Hi Adam « Gemma answered trying to sound as normal as possible

« Woaw you the one ghosting me but you're the one using my first name » he continued on a playful tone

« How you been Mr Wilson » she said wanting to move on

« Everything's good on my side, what's up with you ? I barely have your news this week »

« I'm ok, working a lot I guess. And you seem to want some space so I respected that « she cleared her throat looking at her window car

« Did I tell you such a thing ? « Adam said in a serious voice

« That is what I understood from your late behavior. But it's ok I totally understand I mean I'm the type of girl that wants to have my own space sometimes. »

Some seconds went by before Adam talked again

« I called you last night »

« Yea I saw your calls and your texts but I was bu-« 

« Doing what ? « He cuted her

Gemma stayed a little surprise about how he cuted her and the tone he used

« I was making an order »

« Alright so you couldn't take time to reply to your boyfriend while baking one damn cake. »

Gemma's eyebrows frowned hard on her face hearing the last part of the sentence. She didn't reach him a lot this week, she could hear that but talking shit about her work ? That was not going to pass

« I beg your pardon ? « She asked again to be sure he wanted to go on that way

« I - «  he stopped himself to continue collecting his thoughts. « It's just that I didn't know that we were begging for attention now. »

« I’m kind of lost, you the one acting hella cold when I text or call you, but at the same time I'm not showing you enough attention. Alright I see how it is. »

« Look maybe we should see each other to talk about that, I don't really like the way that convo is going »

Gemma stayed silent. She saw very clearly where this conversation was going, but she didn't like how things were expressed.

« We haven't see each other for almost two weeks, I miss you » few seconds dropped once again before he continued « don't you miss daddy ? »

Gemma tried to suppress the sound of her chuckles. She missed him a little, she could agree on that. But what made her laugh was the daddy thing. It remind her one conversation she had with Florian

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« What did you say ? » Florian asked so surprised that it stoped him from taking a bite from his burger

« I'm not into it, it just doesn't work for me » Gemma said dipping her fries in her pepper sauce

« Na I don't believe you. Have you tried it ? » he replied few minutes later still shook by what she said

« Yes ! » she answer moving her hands and rolling her eyes

Florian wanted to ask so badly with who because the person she had tried it with could change everything but he rather not. He didn't want to sound disrespectful. So he just frowned his mouth showing her that he was skeptical about her statement.

« Go on try it on me » he said ready to laugh again

« Mister Munteanu, I have a dad, and you're not him so just forget about it, I dont know it's like-« 

« I feel like you are going to say some bullshit » he said putting back his drink on the table, not wanting to spit it everywhere

« Listen ! It's like you calling the girl you are baging Mama beacause you're having a good time, it make no sens for me»

Florian licked his pink lips, letting his head fall back. To him it was just not the same thing. But feeling like she was too stubborn to change her mind, he moved on to another subject.

« That's what your having when you have sex ? A good time ? « He said looking at her with a large and judging grin before sipping his drink from his straw making sound on purpose

Gemma growned before hiding her face with both of her hands. She finally started laughing, tired of having every word judged by the man beside her.

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« You're right it's been a long time since we caught up »

« Could you come to my place ? »

« I'm kind of busy for the two next day but I saw a cute restaurant spot in town, we should try it if you’re down for it ? »

« Alright I guess, look I have to go, text me the address « 

« No prob » she said checking her eyes lashing in the mirror

« Alright love you »

« Me to-« 

The call ended before she could finish what she was saying. She looked at her wallpaper screen without really watching it, already lost in her thought. It would be harder than she thought.

She couldn’t believe the mess she was into.

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Hey 👋🏾 😅 it’s me, with only one chapter 💀

Anyways I hope you will enjoy it no matter what, and I swear the chapter two is already well began !

Sorry for any mistake you could find

Love you

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[emjayewrites]

Hello everyone,

I’m back to writing again! And I’m going to update my Mob!Boss Florian Munteanu story first and there will be a Yahya Oneshot as well!

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[royallyprincesslilly]

I'd like to shout out @luvelygyal who is, and has been, singlehandedly feeding my small (microscopic) thirsty Florian writing world in the corner of my brain for a long time.

Like y'all don't understand. If y'all get another Florian story outta me just know it is thanks to her for providing all these pictures. 🤤🥵

I went from terrified of the man, to not seeing the appeal, to oh wait a minute, to wow look at this sculpture and now have mercy he's terrifyingly 🥵 sometimes. What's next!? 🥴

#florian munteanu fanfiction #florian munteanu

[blackmissfrizzle]

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!

ENJOY!

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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[stargirlfics]

Florian Munteanu + characters fanfic masterlist

Must be 18+ to read!

* means there is smut

Listed from oldest to newest for each character! Written with a black reader!

Falling Is The Easiest Thing + Part 2* (completed)

You’re working on a movie set as the on call physical therapist for the stunt crew when you meet Florian for the first time, an encounter that would change the days entire course of events for the better

Soft Gestures

Florian falls for you while working on Creed II with you

The Altercation

Florian gets into a fight and has to explain why to you

The Bodyguard* | Part 2* | Part 3 | Part 4*

AU where Florian is a bodyguard and is hired to protect you when things begin to heat up as you spend more time with him

Making Waves*

Hot and wet pool sex with Big Nasty

Home With You

Florian is back after a couple months away shooting a movie and you and your daughter are so happy to see him

Under the Table

You make the mistake of teasing Florian and he lets you think you can get away with it before he flips the whole thing around on you

Tied Up*

Florian comes across the collection of kinky fanfics you’ve been reading and writing and after his initial intrigue about it, he decides he wants to explore it with you

The Vacation*

Florian wants to treat you to something special and suggests a nice vacation, just you and him, anywhere you wanna go

Snowfall*

The power goes out when your cabin gets hit with a snowstorm and now you’re stuck with Florian, who coincidentally, is the one person you can’t stand

Consequences*

When a night out with Florian and your bratty behavior clashes, it’s only a matter of time before he takes you home to straighten out that attitude

Splash!*

Vacation with Florian mean there’s a whole lot of him not being able to keep his hands off you (aka another pool sex fic)

Study Buddy*

Being a med student keeps you busy and Florian decides to help you study one day

It’s Gotta Be Luck

In which you meet Florian at a party one night and can’t leave each other alone

High Flying*

You’re a cheerleader at the university you attend and when your coach brings in a new teacher, you cross paths with Florian Munteanu and everything changes

Viktor Drago

You Matter Most

Viktor loses a fight and breaks down out of fear that you’ll leave him because of it, so you reassure him that you’re here for good

In Recovery

Taking care of Viktor after he’s injured in a fight

I’ll Always Be There*

You and Viktor come home from a fight and he’s not feeling great about himself so you try to pull him out of his mood and let him know how amazing and loved he is

Like Family*

You let Viktor and Ivan stay with you after something happens to their apartment and your bond grows stronger between the two of them

Risky Business*

I decided to write a little mini fic of a smut scene between Viktor and the reader from Like Family cause things were left a little unfinished last time!

Worthy

After Creed II, Viktor goes back to work in Ukraine and you, the secretary at his workplace who he has a crush on, sees his black eye and asks what happened. For the first time, Viktor Drago opens up enough to tell you

Need*

Post fight sex with Viktor. Nothing but pure smut!

Tender

A night out leads to you confessing your feelings for Viktor and something spark between you

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[celestianstars]

Snowfall

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Summary: The power goes out when your cabin gets hit with a snowstorm and now you’re stuck with Florian, who coincidentally, is the one person you can’t stand 

Warnings: 18+, heaps of tension, daddy kink, unprotected sex, smut: light choking, light spitplay, general nastiness lol 

Word Count: 5.4k

Note: Merry Christmas/Holidays everyone! I hope you enjoy this and I also just want to say thanks for reading and being so supportive of me 💖

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A lake house, three cabins and a whole weekend to get away from the bustling city life, make s’mores and sit by the fire with your friends, sounded like the perfect way to unwind from the everyday life things that were beginning to stress you out. 

It was a perfect idea, until you got word that Florian would be coming too. 

He’d been getting on your nerves lately and you couldn’t stand being around him much. 

You played it off as him just annoying you but deep down you knew it had something to do with your budding feelings for him. Florian had been good friends with you for years now and he’d always been just that. But recently you started thinking of him in ways that stepped beyond the boundary of just being friends and it scared you. 

Like always, you refused to take your own advice and confront yourself about actually being into Florian, I mean who wouldn’t be into him, you weren’t crazy for wanting him, but the cautious and rational side of yourself was trying to shut down those feelings at all costs, thus bringing about the tension and aggravation you and Flo both seemed to have for each other now. 

It was all playful but you were disguising a lot more under it than you realized. 

“There’s no way we’re gonna be able to be in the car together for that long, Deja.” you crossed your arms and glared at Florian who was busy smirking as he arranged his bags in the trunk. 

“Well looks like you two are just gonna have to work it out cause Marcus already called shotgun. Suck it up, sis. Come on we both know you wanna be next to him, I ain’t stupid!” she winked and walked away to get the rest of her stuff, leaving you no room to negotiate. 

She was your best friend and god you loved her like a sister but you were suddenly regretting saying yes to this trip. 

You were trying not to be in a sour mood about the whole thing but Deja was right and you were freaking out at the thought of being in such close proximity to him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t hung out a hundred times before, sprawled out over his couch, watching movies and talking, but now it felt different to be around him.

Thoughts of curling up against him, of feeling his arms wrapped around you tight, of his lips on yours, they raced through your mind whenever you were near him. And being in a car for three whole hours was far too much time for your brain to dwell on those hopeless scenarios.  

“Fine. But if I strangle him that’s on you.” you huffed and went to pile your bag in the trunk with everyone else’s. 

“Here let me help you.” Florian extended his hand, the smallest and cutest of smiles on his face. 

The fluttering in your heart was starting back up again. 

“I can lift things you know. I got it, thanks.” you stumbled over your words, quickly looking away from his gaze. You always felt like he could see right through you, like he knew what you were feeling. It disarmed you in a way you weren’t used to. 

You felt bad for shrugging him off and being rude but this was the only way you knew of to keep those feelings at bay. 

“Oh ok...someone needs to get laid, doesn’t she.” Flo snorted under his breath. 

“What is that supposed to mean?! I could say the same about you, asshole. I haven’t seen that one chick around for awhile now, so don’t be talking.” you flicked his bicep, knowing it wouldn’t do any damage but it felt good anyhow. 

“Nah, cause I don’t want just any girl. Forreal, I’m only gonna keep messing with you cause it’s cute seeing you get angry.” he crossed his arms and leaned against the car door. 

Your mouth dropped slightly, first at what he said and then because his biceps looked way too good all on display like he had them. 

“I’m gonna beat your ass, Nasty. Watch yourself.” you couldn’t help but laugh, not able to come up with anything else witty to say. Damn him for leaving you stumped all the time. He was too powerful without even trying very hard.

That part about him not just wanting any girl was ringing in your ears. What did he mean? For sure it couldn’t be you he was talking about, there was no way and you wouldn’t let yourself even go there with that thought. Not a chance. 

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The drive to the cabins was beautiful, all the trees were a frosty white and all the nearby diners and cafes and gas stations were decorated with twinkling Christmas lights and wreaths and you were excited to enjoy some hot chocolate by the fireplace when you got to the cabin, a festive and cheery mood settling in. 

Being in the backseat with Flo wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it was gonna be, he only bothered you a couple times but other than that he was just as busy looking out the window as you were. 

You were thankful Deja’s dad had lent her his van for the trip because Masias and Sandro had come along too and there was no way those two and Flo were gonna fit in a smaller car, you’d be squished between them. Not that you wouldn’t mind being squished up against Florian but that was something you needed to not be thinking right now. 

The boys had the snack supply for the trip well stocked, not that they wanted to share any of course. But you were good at convincing Florian to share. You’d always kinda been good at getting Florian to listen to you. 

You remembered one instance awhile back where there was a group of guys and their girlfriends who were talking shit about you at an event because you had called out one of their boyfriends on his bullshit and someone couldn’t quite handle the truth, it took all your strength to pull Florian away from walking over to their table to confront them. 

All it took was for you to reach up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. He looked so angry at the notion that anyone was saying anything bad about you but you pleaded with him that they weren’t worth a breath of his, you didn’t care, you just wanted to enjoy the night with him, your friend. 

He looked you in the eye in that moment and you saw his eyes soften, his tense body relaxed and he nodded that he understood you. 

Now you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you that night and imagining a situation where he wasn’t one of your best friends, maybe then being his would be easier. But then again, who were you against the girls he took home, you weren’t anything like them and you just knew your relationship was strictly just friends, there was no way he’d be into you at all. He just cared about you that’s all. 

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Your thoughts were dispelled once you reached the two cabins you’d be staying at, your mood lifting because it looked so beautiful and once you stepped outside, the fresh air and the gentle quiet of the place made you feel calm. 

Usually being in the cold wasn’t your thing but you were among your friends and you knew the  cabins would be cozy. Leaving your luggage behind for a minute, the group walked up to the front office of the place to check in and find out which cabins everyone would be staying in. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Did you do this on purpose because really Deja?” you were back to having your arms crossed and glaring at Florian who was smirking yet again and moving both his bags and yours into one of the cabins...that you would be sharing...because someone just had to pair you with him. 

“The answer is yes and no I’m not sorry bout it. Y’all gotta work out your differences, miss.” your best friend patted your shoulder and shrugged, knowing full well what she was up to. 

Of course this had to happen. Your stay here couldn’t have been roomed up with Deja or even Masias or Sandro, no you just had to be with Florian because it was just your luck he had to show up for the trip in the first place. 

But it was fine, I mean if he hadn’t been that much of a bother during the car ride, maybe the weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

And to be honest, it wasn’t. 

The first couple hours were spent getting settled in testing out the fireplace in the cabin, taking pictures for social media and playing out in the snow until you got too cold and went inside to make hot chocolate. 

You were ganged up in a snowball fight with Masias, Sandro and Flo which you argued wasn’t fair because it was three against one and they had the advantage of being a lot stronger than you and just more athletic overall, so their win didn’t count, not that they listened to you but it was still funny to try and make your point. 

You were having so much fun with your friends, taking walks around the wooded areas to take pictures and go sledding down some of the bigger hills. There was even a place to go ice skating, which you were nervous about because you’ve never been good with the skates but naturally Florian was keeping you from falling. 

He wouldn’t take no for an answer, you kept refusing his help but then you landed flat on your ass after five minutes and reluctantly held his hand with a huff. 

“I got you, fetiță don’t worry. Just bend your knees a little and I’ll show you how to move.” his voice was so gentle again, deep and baritone sounding as he always was but encouraging and not in a way that was condescending either. 

You wanted to ask what the word he called you in Romanian meant but stopped yourself, a little too afraid of what he might say which you knew was irrational but you might fall again if it turned out to be some kind of term of endearment. 

Being in love with him, if you could even call it love, was proving to be very difficult not to think about no matter how hard you tried. The walk over to the ice skating set up made your heart race because you couldn’t believe how cuddly Florian looked in one of his velvet hoodies and a jacket. He always had impeccable style and you were annoyed that even his fashion choices turned you on. 

You were already frazzled enough being in the same cabin as him, completely alone, which was odd to you considering you would have thought he would have opted to take the bigger cabin and stay with Masias and Sandro who he was super close to, but you didn’t want to think too deep into it before you convinced yourself of something and got your hopes up for no reason, because you always did that and got hurt in the end, but not this time. 

Florian’s gloved hand practically covered yours completely and it made you feel small in a good way, and protected in a way also. He would give your hand a squeeze every time you managed to correct yourself after wobbling or when you figured out how to stop without falling. 

“Good girl, see you got it!” he bent down to hug you after he talked you into taking a lap around the rink by yourself and you were surprised you hadn’t fallen. Him calling you that nearly made you trip up because you couldn’t even count the number of times you’d fantasized about him saying those two little words to you, and he actually had. Well there went any resolve of keeping calm today. 

That night everyone gathered in one of the cabins and made s’mores and someone managed to get the old school projector in the cabin going so you could watch a Christmas movie. 

Somehow you ended up being wedged against Florian who didn’t hesitate to pull you into his chest because “Well you’re gonna fall off the bed otherwise.” which you couldn’t really argue with but you were still taken aback and resisted the urge to squirm at the way his hands were placed on your body; respectful and mindful of your space, but still comforting. 

You wanted to fall asleep in his arms so bad, he smelled so good and he felt warm and you were far too comfortable to move but you couldn’t let yourself do that, that whole thing about getting your hopes up again. It was just too risky to let yourself get too comfortable, no matter what signs there were. 

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The next day would be where your unbothered attitude would really fall apart, however. 

You moved yourself away from his arms as everyone got sleepy and started to leave for their own cabins, Deja catching you on her way out. 

“I saw you all cuddled up over there. Come on girl, make a move. Stop hiding how you feel!” she whispered to you before hugging you. 

Sure, do that and then what? There were too many possibilities to that scenario. 

And then that morning you woke up to a good five feet of snow blanketing everything. Everyone was snowed into their cabins and now you were forced to actually acknowledge Florian instead of tiptoeing around him like you had been for the last day and really like you had been for awhile now. 

But you were stubborn and continued on like you had been, moving around the cabin silently, only saying good morning to him and a few short responses after that. 

Breakfast was interesting. He cooked something up for himself and though you hadn’t expected or wanted him to make you anything, he divided the contents of the pan evenly and set a plate in front of you at the small table you were sat at. 

“Oh...thank you Flo, you didn’t have to.” you shyly spoke up, picking up your fork as you realized how hungry you were at how good the scrambled eggs smelled. 

“I wanted to. And besides, how else am I gonna get you to act like I exist.” 

That made you tense up. Maybe your attitude had caused more damage than you thought. The last thing you wanted to do was make it seem like you were upset with him or weren’t acting like a friend, but when you looked up at him he was smiling like he’d caught you in the act of something damning.

And you’d walked right into it. 

“Sorry I-I don’t mean to be rude or anything, it's just that I-” 

“Can’t stop thinking about being mine and it scares you so you’re trying to avoid me?” Flo cut you off, taking a sip of orange juice from the glass he poured for himself, all while keeping eye contact with you. 

You nearly choked on your eggs and you had to look away too, his eye contact was too intense, especially after he just read you for filth with a simple sentence. 

“N-no, I...you don’t know that Florian.” you crossed your arms. 

“Sure I do. You’re not very good at hiding how you feel, fetiță. I know you want me.” he wouldn’t quit looking at you with those soft green eyes of his and yet again he’d called you out and you weren’t sure what to say or do, because he was right and you were afraid. 

You were trying to come up with something to say when the lights in the cabin went out. Surely this couldn’t mean the power was out...but after a minute of waiting and then another couple minutes of Florian checking it out and you texting Deja and Marcus and the rest, you got the confirmation that the power was indeed out for the foreseeable next few hours. 

“I’ll get the fire started, I know it’s gonna get a little cold.” Florian put a hand on your lower back and moved away from you and the light switch, his gesture making you feel like the conversation from earlier was nowhere near finished. 

He didn’t tell you how he felt about you wanting him and that made you nervous and even more visibly frazzled around him now. 

You finished eating while he started the fire and then excused yourself to take a shower. Your thoughts were racing, thinking about the man in the other room who could probably bring you to your knees, and god you truly wanted him too. He didn’t seem offended that you liked him even if you hadn’t said it outright, he knew and you knew. 

After showering and trying to rid yourself of dirty thoughts, you dried off and wrapped your hair up in one of your silk headwraps, too lazy to deal with styling it today. 

When you walked out you found Florian peering out the window at the snow that was now falling again and of course, with his shirt off. 

“Do you have to be so tempting all the time? It’s like 20 degrees out, put a shirt on Flo.” you sighed and eyed him up and down from behind before he could look. His back muscles were something you wished you could study for hours. 

“Yeah but I’m pretty sure me being shirtless makes you wet and I like knowing you’re probably thinking of touching me.” he smirked back at you and lay back on his bed hand behind his head which left his biceps in perfect view. 

His sweatpants hung low on his hips and suddenly you were too weak not to stare or think of what he’d look like without the sweats on. 

The fire was crackling steadily behind you, casting a warm glow across the room which contrasted the brightness of the snow outside. It felt cozy in here. 

“I don’t understand…” you sighed and hung up your towel to dry, pacing the kitchen area nervously. 

“Understand what? That I want you too, come on, Y/N you can’t keep denying that you want me. I want you to know that I’ve been thinking about you too. What are you so scared of?” he opened one of his eyes and smiled when he found you staring at him.

“It’s just hard to believe that’s all.” you sat in one of the cushioned chairs by the fire, pulling your legs up to your chest. 

“What, that I like you, love you even? Because we’ve been friends for years now, that gives a man a lot of time to catch feelings.” he catches your eye again and then sits ups. 

You weren’t even sure how to feel. This couldn’t be happening and yet it was. 

A thick silence hung in the air as you looked at each other, just the sound of the fire and your own heart thumping against your chest could be heard. 

“Y/N...c’mere. Please.” Florian spoke up after a minute, holding out his hand to you from where he still sat on the bed. 

You hesitated, unsure if this was a good idea. He could be playing you for all you know but at the same time, this was Florian. You knew him inside and out practically, you didn’t have to be scared of this, you didn’t need to keep playing this dancing game, you could let yourself get lost in him and trust that you’d be ok, cause Florian always protected you, you knew that since forever now. 

So you let your guard down for once, took a page of advice from Deja who’d given you a pep talk through a series of texts earlier and walked over to him. 

“I-uh I can’t believe we’re snowed in. It’s kinda cold in here.” you shifted on your feet nervously as you came to stand in front of him in between his knees, holding his large and warm hand. 

You kept your eyes focused on his hand and how it dwarfed yours, too jittery to look him in the eyes at such a close distance. 

“I know, it’s crazy. But that’s ok, I got you remember. Just relax. And I guess that only leaves us with one way to get you warmed up.” he chuckled and you felt his thumb brush over the inside of your wrist. 

Was this some kind of fever dream or was this real was your question because you couldn’t believe things that you’d only dreamed and thought about happening were in motion. 

“W-what way is that?” you swallowed thickly and shuffled your feet more, willing yourself to stay still. 

Your skin felt hot and you wondered if he could feel your erratic pulse holding your hand like that. 

“Will you let me show you? We can stop at any time, just tell me, but I want to do something I’ve been thinking about doing forever now.” Florian’s voice dropped just slightly above a whisper, his grip on your wrist firming just slightly so he could pull your hand forward to rest on his bearded jaw. 

Here goes nothing. 

“Yes, show me Flo. I want this.” you breathed out shakily, barely having enough time to prepare yourself before your body was crashing into his and his lips found yours in a kiss.

He tasted like orange juice, and smelled like his usual favorite cologne, lips soft, his beard tickling your cheeks just slightly. You were melting against him, your arms instinctively wrapping around the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. 

Florian was smiling against your lips, his hands on your waist, keeping you pressed against his body. It was like a dream, the sweetest kind. You were breathless from kissing him but you couldn’t and didn’t want to stop, his tongue slid against yours and you were done for. 

“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this, fetiță.” he sighed as he moved his lips down over your jaw and to your neck, which made you gasp again. Your neck was always such a sensitive place for you and it made you squeeze his arms in response, to which he laughed. 

“What does that word mean, Flo?” you hummed, turning your head so he’d have more of your neck to kiss, you didn’t even care that he was sucking marks onto your collarbone now either. 

“Babygirl. That’s what I’m calling you when I say it.” he pulled away after a moment, breathing heavy. 

You shook your head, of course he would call you that. You liked it, you wanted to hear him say that over and over. 

“I’m your babygirl?” you giggled and reached your hand up to rest on his bare chest again. 

“Only if you want to be.” 

You swore your panties were wetter than ever now at just the way those words had come out of his mouth. 

“I do want that, I really do. What should you be to me?” you inquired boldly, this was more than you’d ever dared to ask or discuss with him. 

“I should be your Daddy. Is that something you’d want, baby?” he smirked and picked you up so your legs were around his torso. 

He was back to burying his face in your chest and kissing you all over, fogging up your brain. 

“Hmm, is that what you want? Wanna call me daddy, want me to make you feel good and take care of you, make you mine?” he whispered against your skin, making you squirm from how hot he sounded. 

This was insane and you felt so hot and you wanted exactly that, all of it, everything. 

“Yes, yes I want that. Please, I’ve wanted to be yours for so long. Please make me feel good.” you whimpered and dug your nails into his skin, trying to relieve some of the aching in your core but being stopped by his strong arms. 

Florian turned around and lay you down against the plush covers, your legs still wrapped around him. 

“Yes what? Answer properly and I’ll give you what you want, prinţesă.” his forehead was resting on yours, arms braced on either side of your head. 

“Fuck..yes, daddy I want that. Please, daddy!” 

That was all it took for Florian’s control to snap, he wanted you and needed you and he promised he wasn’t going to hold anything back now. 

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Foreplay with Florian was nearly enough on it’s own to leave you satisfied but there was no way he was gonna stop at that. 

The way he let you lay back and get comfortable while he let his hands roam your body, let you see the sheer size of them on you, how he could grip your body so firmly, the way he encouraged you to grind your dripping pussy against his thigh while he continued to kiss you was sending your brain into overdrive. You were pretty sure you couldn’t think straight already. 

And then your top was off and he was making swift work of getting your leggings off while he swirled his tongue over your brown nipples, sucking hungrily and looking up at you every so often to guage your reaction. He craved seeing you look so content, the way your jaw dropped open when his fingers slid over the wet folds of your pussy was everything to him. He wanted to make you make that face again and again cause there was nothing like it. 

Florian rubbed your clit gently, exploring how you liked to be pleasured with everything he had to offer. He was proud to make you mess up your headwrap when he moved down your body and finally buried his face in your pussy, tongue lapping up every inch of you. He liked that you didn’t know what to do with your hands and was very proud at how he could see your curls popping out of the scarf while he gripped your hips and held you to his mouth. 

He had pulled three orgasms from you with his mouth alone and your legs were still twitching when he pulled away to stand up and take off his sweats. 

Your mouth watered at how big he was when he took himself out of his boxers, a thick vein stretched across the length of his shaft which you wanted to run your tongue over so so bad. His dick was big, just as you’d always imagined it to be and girthy too, you just knew you’d have to really open your mouth to fit him inside and it made you wet all over again. 

“C’mere, I’ll let you get a taste.” he laughed at your pleading pouty eyes. 

You bit your lip and giggled as you crawled across the bed to sit on your knees at the edge, your hands running over his abs and down to grip his shaft, pumping it a few times while you looked up at him, his green eyes dark with arousal for you. 

“You’re so big daddy.” you leaned down to lick his pink tip, swirling your tongue over it like a lollipop. 

Florian grunted, his hand coming up to rest on your head, gently grabbing some of your curls. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna ruin you so bad, you have no idea.” he growled and helped guide your mouth down on his length, your spit coating him sloppily, just how he liked it. 

There was no doubt that he was in control here, the way he fucked your face and even spanked you when you started to touch yourself with his permission gave you a clear picture that he meant business and you were over the moon with it. You wanted him to break you, take you and make you his however he wanted. 

You coughed and sputtered once he let you come up for air, your eyes watering just slightly from gagging on him. 

“Open your mouth. That’s it, good girl.” he praised you and then spit on your tongue which made you moan so brokenly. God he was beyond hot. 

He told you to keep your mouth open before guiding his throbbing dick back inside the heat of your mouth for you to suck on some more. 

You were going crazy after that, begging and whining for him to fuck you, because you needed to feel him already, you wanted him far too much to be patient any longer. With your best “please, daddy?”’s you earned it from him, your body alive and humming when he began to rub his tip over your folds, his eyes locked on yours again. 

“Look how wet you are for me, you’re soaked. Fuck, you’re so hot you know that, prinţesă?” he leaned down to peck your lips, smirking when you tried to answer but couldn’t because he was pushing inside you now, keeping it slow and being as still as he could to allow you time to adjust to his length. 

“Fuck I can feel you stretching me open, oh god daddy!” you whimpered and latched your hand onto his forearm, needing something to anchor yourself to. 

“I know baby, such a good girl taking it like that.” he pressed more kisses to your lips, letting you get used to him as he started pulling back and pushing back in a little faster now. 

You pointed your toes and locked your ankles around his back, pulling him deeper into you once you were ready to take more, his surprise coming out in a growl as he felt how tight and warm you were. 

Florian promised you he wasn’t going to hold back and he didn’t. He was looking into your eyes as he began to fuck you, the slick sounds of your juices and his skin slapping against yours mixed with your whimpers and growing moans and his grunts. 

You were so far gone in what was happening, your head thrown back in pleasure as Florian pinned you to the bed and fucked you like you’d been dreaming of getting fucked for so long now. 

“Look at me babygirl, let me see those pretty eyes while you’re being fucked.” his voice made you tremble and as much as you wanted to listen, your brain was too foggy and jumbled to listen correctly. 

“I told you to look at me.” Florian chastised you, his hand coming up to grip your chin and turn your head back towards him, that same hand moving down to fit snugly around your neck, putting pressure on your pulse point and making your legs shake even more as a result. 

Who knew you’d want him to choke the life out of right here and now. The power he had with his hand around your throat like that, his body encompassing yours, you felt so submissive and small and his and it was everything you wanted. 

You couldn’t stop the moans coming from your mouth as Florian pounded into you, sweat slicking up your bodies even more, positions changing, him fucking you laying on your side, from behind, back to you being under him, making you cum over and over again. 

Your eyes were glassy and teary as he made you cum yet again and pulled out to cum in your mouth like you’d begged him to do. 

“Good girl.” he praised you once more when you swallowed it all down and opened your mouth with a cute little smile to show him. 

You’d never get tired of hearing him say that. 

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Florian let you curl up against him however you wanted, your thigh hitched over his waist as you both caught your breaths, smiles never leaving your faces. 

“I can’t believe we just did that, daddy.” you giggled and hid your face in one of the pillows. 

“Me either, honestly. But I’m glad we did. And I can’t wait to do it again and again.” Florian massaged your calf, placing more kisses to your cheeks. 

“Oh yeah, who knows when the power will be back. We’re gonna need to keep warm.” you winked at him. 

“Exactly, daddy will always keep you warm and safe, baby. That’s a promise.”

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Yooo this took me ages to finish I swear but I’m pretty happy with it and hope it sounds alright and not rushed or forced or anything!! Florian can come keep me warm any day he wants like this man will forever have me fucked uP! 

Thanks as always for reading and pls leave me feedback, I love hearing what everyone thinks!

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[jaywritessmut]

Weiß- WIP

New Fic Alert! Listening to Florian speak different languages got the creative juices flowing and here I am. This is what happens when you mix quarantine life, good kush, back to back episodes of Power and an obsession with a certain hazel eyed Romanian teddy bear. It wont be my first fic (I’m currently working on an August Walker fic) but this will be a major work for me.

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader, OFC (*all stories are with black women in mind!)

Warnings: smut, Gangster!Florian, CrimeLord!OFC, murder, drug trafficking, criminal enterprise, the list goes on. This is gonna be a wild ride!

Synopsis: The daughter of an American diplomat stationed in Berlin, Annalise ‘Snow’ Roper knows the city like the back of her hand. The language, the people and the culture are all familiar to her. Which is why she and her business partner are able to run a successful cocaine enterprise right under the noses of the general public. But after his untimely death requires her to be more hands on with the criminal side of things, she’s thrown into a world she knows nothing about. And it certainly doesn’t help that she’s falling for one of her foot soldiers. Can she safely mix business with pleasure or will it all come towering down? Stay tuned!

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[thefantasyride]

Birthday Boy

Florian Munteanu x Black reader

Just a quick headcanon/imagine for Romanian bae’s birthday. 💛 @l-auteuse @themyscxiras @blowmymbackout @jbrizzywrites @titty-teetee

You guys go out for dinner and you’re dressed up in this because you wanted to show skin and be extra even though the temperature has dropped. 

You order something light like salmon and veggies, but Flo is extra and orders a big ass steak. You surprise him with a few pairs of sneakers, a pair of boxing gloves and some new chains and he loves every single gift.

He posts a few pics and videos on IG of you guys at dinner and his gifts.

You guys get a dessert to share and you get wine drunk and laugh with him at dinner the entire time.

He’s super handsy and touchy feely in the car on the way back to the room since you have your thighs and tits out on full display.

You decide to hop in the hot tub once you get back to the hotel to cap the night off with more dessert and wine because why not? 

You relax between his legs and run your fingers over his beard as you peck his lips and rub his chest. 

“Did you enjoy your day babe?” 

“Yeah I did. I can’t complain.” 

“Good!” 

The wine starts kicking in and you start kissing his neck and he starts rubbing and squeezing your ass as he kisses you. 

One thing leads to another and you guys are getting naked in the jacuzzi. He removes your bikini top and unties your bikini bottoms. 

You lift up and slide down onto him as you arch your back and he kneeds your ass before slapping both cheeks. 

You hiss and moan as you take him deeper, running your nails over his chest and squeezing his arms as you bounce up and down his length.

Florian moans and grunts as he grips your ass when you start rolling your hips.

“Shit, Y/N!” 

Your legs began to tremble once you feel your release near.

“I’m cumming babe! Oh my God I’m gonna cum!” 

You two release at the same time and your tongues intertwine as you both come down from your high. 

You look up at him with a smirk on your face before biting your lip.

“Round 2 in the shower?” 

“Hell yeah... Come on.”

He picks you up in one sweep to head to the shower to do it all over again.  

ANDDDDD..... SCENE! 😂 Let me know what you think! 😊

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Beast Mode {One Shot}***

Florian Munteanu x Reader

Words: 3.5k

Warning: Cursing, NSFW AT ALL, SMUTTTTTY, DO NOT READ AT WORK 

Summary: You’re in a relationship with Florian who has come to the end of his training period in prep for his long-anticipated and publicized match with “Elias “Cutthroat” Morales. The two of you haven’t seen each other in three months because of his trainer’s brutal training practices. You fly in a few hours before the match to wish him luck.

Note: I’ve said this before, I am terrified of this man but here we are. I don't know what that/this says about me but oh well.  This was not asked for at all. SMH

**I have never written Florian, I have no idea about his mannerisms, body language or personality. I am writing this because I cannot stop thinking about it and it is driving me nuts. So, excuse me if this does not fit him exactly. I hope you enjoy the terrifying ride. As always, thank you for reading!!!!

**Image not my own

 ***Not Edited/proofread***

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What training would restrict visits from his girlfriend for three months? His trainer. No matter how much he’d protested, begged and bargained he was not budging.

 “No visits until fight night. You need to stay objective and vicious.”

 It was logical but he missed the hell out of you. FaceTime calls were not cutting it anymore, especially when he saw your posts on social media. As an influencer, it was your job to play everything up but from what you posted it looked like he was out of sight and out of mind. It didn’t help matters the comments he’d read under your pictures. They were all from thirsty dudes who loved using their internet fingers to make it seem like they were big and bad. Little did they know he was big and nasty. He’d easily break every bone in their body over you. There was no limit to his possessiveness.

 “Focus!”

 The drill Sergeant like sound of his trainer’s voice snapped him right back to reality. He zeroed in on his sparring partner and bobbed and weaved around the ring evading punches and firing them right back. He’d trained like a beast for the last six months. The last three he’d been pushed past the brink of sanity. He was now so ready for this match that all he saw was him standing victorious covered in his opponent’s blood. Was it vicious? Yeah. Did he care? Nope.

 “Good. Yes! Don’t give him a chance to recover. Yes! Always in kill mode.”

He did one of his fancy moves spun behind his opponent then hammered his sides with everything he had. As they turned to him, he then delivered the final blow, a jaw crushing right hook. Everyone around him cheered and clapped. He ripped the gloves off his hands and checked on the guy he’d just knocked out. The doctors gave him a reassuring look to tell him he’d be fine. Taking their word for it he slipped out the ring and made it over to his trainer who had a pleased look on his face.

 “Morales has no idea what’s in store for him. You’ve shaved off eighteen seconds off of your recovery time, added a full twelve minutes to your stamina, you’re faster than I’ve ever seen you and not to mention that mean in you is at the right level to blow. This match is yours.”

 He felt it too. He felt like he was in the best physical shape of his life. He was focused and had his eye on the prize. The only thing missing was you.

 “Hit the showers, get back to the hotel and I’ll send over the massage therapist to loosen up those muscles and have a good meal. Tomorrow you go from sixty-eight and ten to sixty-nine and ten!”

 As he packed up his bag he nodded he liked the sound of that. Deciding to just grab a shower at the hotel he ducked into his waiting car and stretched out in the backseat. He was ready for a little break. At the thought of that, he thought of you. he took out his phone and found your contact to see your recent message from last night, a picture of yourself cuddled in the bed of the house you shared together. He could tell you weren’t wearing anything and every muscle in his body flexed aggressively.

 “Push it away, focus,” he chanted to himself. It was a chant whenever he felt biology taking over. He was but a man.

 MSG: I’m sorry I missed this last night. I had to be up for my last practice. Don’t be mad.

 A few minutes passed before a response came in.

 MSG Y/N: It’s okay. I get it, Big Nasty has to be aggressive, be be aggressive.

 He snorted.

 MSG: Really?

MSG Y/N: I’m your biggest cheerleader babe. I miss you.

 Your words felt good to know. Usually, when he went into disappear training mode your relationship struggled. You wanted him around to share everyday things with, to be with but he wasn’t anywhere there. You said sometimes you felt like you were single and hated it but maybe you should go act like it too. It was the root of many arguments between the two of you, but neither of you ever let go.

 MSG: I miss you so fucking much it’s insane.

MSG Y/N: How much?

MSG: I can’t even use words.

MSG Y/N: Then what would you use to show me?

 Again, his muscles tensed and all he could think about was showing you how much he missed you. In seconds he was hard.

  “Fuck!”

 He resisted the urge to palm his length and tried to focus on his breathing.

 MSG: Chill, babe. I’m already hard.

MSG Y/N: Really? Show me. Please. I haven’t seen a dick in months.

 He could hear the whine in your words. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he did it anyway. Slipping his sweats a few inches lower he allowed his hardness to flop out. He was getting harder. He took a picture of himself and sent it to you.

 MSG Y/N: Damn baby. It’s beautiful. I miss it so much.

MSG: He misses you.

 A groan escaped him and showed him how close he was to losing himself. Slipping his meat back inside his sweats he sat up and worked to shrug off the arousal you’d brought on him.

 MSG: When this is done let’s take a trip. Anywhere you wanna go.

MSG Y/N: Okay. Let’s do it.

 You were always down to indulge his love of traveling. He worked hard and took a lot for the job and liked to unwind just as hard. As he approached the hotel he let you know his intentions for the night before ending your conversation.

 When he made it up to his room he wasted no time getting in the shower and letting the hot water work magic on his muscles. You were still on his mind and made it even more difficult to get through without touching himself. He caught himself three times. The first he didn’t even realize it until he grunted out your name. He looked down to find his cock in his hand. The second time he caught himself before he gripped his length and the third he stopped the thought.

 He didn’t know what the hell had come over him, but he had better find a way to get a grip especially this close to the match. His coach and trainer were both unanimously against any sort of pleasure while training and before a match. They didn’t care about the toll it took on his relationship, they cared about the end goal. He’d done this before and each time you were a trooper with accepting it, but this felt different. This time was harder for you, harder for him too.

 When he got out of the shower his meal was waiting. He settled in front of the tv and watched videos of Elias Morales fight. This was his pre-match routine the biggest plate of pasta and studying his opponent. You didn’t have a record like his by just floating through matches. He was meticulous if nothing else, he trained, plotted, and prepared then executed.

 An hour later he got a message letting him know his massage therapist would be there soon. Pausing the latest video, he stripped down and went over to the massage table and laid there waiting. As he waited he continued the video. He was so focused on it he didn’t hear when the masseuse entered. It was only when he saw her feet it registered.

 “I think deep Swedish should work tonight,” he suggested. She didn’t answer. He was about to turn around when he felt the hot oil drip across his back. The next thing he felt were small hands begin their work of rubbing him down and kneading out knots.

 Every night this week there had been a different masseuse, a different one he had to tell just what he liked. As he was about to open his mouth to let her know he liked some pressure along his spine but not at the tail of his spine she beat him to it by doing just that. A long moan slipped from him, it felt good. The masseuse continued her work and expertly kneaded his back muscles with the right amount of pressure and the right alternating techniques. It was like they knew just what he liked. Small hands went lower to his waist and gently massaged him there. The next place he felt her hands were his calves, she squeezed as her hands slid down to his ankles.

 “God yes!” His body was quickly relaxing.

 Thirty minutes more found him completely relaxed with muscles that didn’t hold an ounce of tension in them.

 “Turn.” Not paying attention he flipped over to find a hot towel drop across his face.

 “Breathe it in, eucalyptus, rose, lavender, coconut oil, and lemon. The right recipe for relaxation and optimal pore health.” He laid there and inhaled the aromas coming from the towel and found himself relaxing even more. This was almost just what he needed. It would have to do.

 The same small hands began rubbing his chest down spending focus on his pec muscles before slowly gliding over his abs. This is where the hands slowed even more. There was no massage patterns to her movements now. When he began to move to take the towel off she moved her hands to his thighs and forcefully massages into them. It was enough to throw him off. Another twenty minutes passed before he heard a feminine moan in the air, a moan that did not belong to him. Quickly he ripped the towel off his face and sat up to see you standing beside him.

 “Y/N?”

 “Surprise!” Seconds passed before he pulled you into his arms and hugged you.

 “Oh my god, what’re you doing here?”

 “I missed you like really missed you. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow night. I needed to see you, baby.” He smiled and pulled her back into his arms. He felt the same way.

 “I missed you too. Shit, this one was worse than all the others before,” he expressed as you pressed your forehead to his.

 “It was. I hate this, but I love you so much.” Your lips met for a sweet peck, but one peck turned to two and three and before either of you knew it you were full-on making out. You moaned on his mouth and his hardness instantly returned with a vengeance. You bit his bottom lip and softly raked your nails up and down his back.

 “Don’t do that babe, please.”

 “I’m sorry.”

 “If Hugo found you here he’d be so pissed.”

 “I don’t care. I’ve followed every rule for two years. I’ve never protested. I’m protesting now. I want to see my man.” He smiled, he loved hearing you call him that. When you introduced him he always felt cocky when you called him your man. He didn’t know why.

 “You’ve been a good girl,” he said as he stroked your hair down your back.

 “I’ve been such a good girl, baby. What do I get as a reward?”

 A smile spread across his face and every nasty thing flashed through his head.

 “What do you want, love?”

 You tipped your tongue out and licked across his lips then softly nibbled his bottom lip all while staring in his eyes.

 “You. I want you, baby. I always want you—just you.”

 He didn’t need to hear anything else. He crashed his lips to yours and took control of the kiss. He only intended for it to be a kiss, only intended for it to go so far. After a few minutes, he stood and lifted you into his arms. When you wrapped your legs around his waist his body made the decisions from then on. He turned and dropped you onto the massage table and quickly pulled off the dress you wore. He lost it when he realized you had on his favorite colored lace.

 “Fuck!”

 You spread your legs wider and bit your bottom lip. You were giving him access and permission. He couldn’t think, any possibility for logical thought was gone. He kissed you briefly then dropped his lips to your neck and sucked and teased the skin there. He knew you liked when he did it. You smelled incredible, a scent he hadn’t smelled in months, a scent that was making it impossible to control himself. His lips moved lower over your skin and latched onto your lace-clad breast. He sucked and bit your nipple through the material and enjoyed every mewl that fell from you.

 When your hands hugged his head to you he sucked more forcefully.

 “Yes baby. Oh god yes.”

 He wrestled with the hooks of your bra and normally this would have been an easy task, but right now he didn’t have the patience it required. Gripping the material, he pulled it apart popping the clasps but freeing your breasts. He cupped them in his hands and feasted on each pert nipple for several long minutes. When he crouched between your legs he pulled your ass to the edge and stared at you.

 “Don’t stop baby, please. Put your name on it.”

 He growled out and grabbed a fistful of your underwear and ripped it clear off of you. Your moan of approval sent him over the edge of control. His lips connected with your sex and sucked. His intention was not to go slow, not to tease and not to waste any time. He needed this and he knew you did too. He slurped and devoured your flesh and relished in the unique taste of you. He’d missed your taste, missed the sounds you made when he did just what he knew would drive you crazy, missed how you reacted to him like a flame. At the root of it, he missed you. Your screamed signaled your orgasm. He was pleased you’d found your first release, but he had plans for many more.

 He stood but before he could sheath himself you slipped off the massage table and to your knees. You pulled the towel from around his waist and came eye to eye with what you wanted. The look on your face spoke of how ravenous you were. You lowered your mouth over his length and took him fully into your mouth as far as he could go. He growled out again and held your head in place. His hips moved thrusting in and out of your mouth slowly at first but when goosebumps broke out across his skin he sped up. soon you were gagging and slurping with every snap of his hips. You were always good at swallowing every inch of him. Before he lost it he pulled you up and threw you over the table with your ass poking out to him.

 They say the first touch is the sweetest but for him, the first feel of you around him was almost too much for him. He hovered over your back and letting the shake go through him. With each inch he slipped inside of you, you clenched around him. With a few more inches to go, he slammed into you making you scream out.

 “Fuck Flo!” Your body shook through its second release. He was just getting started.

 From the start he set the only pace he could, the only pace his body could tolerate—fast. He slammed into you with bruising thrusts that had purpose. He had to remind you who was daddy, and who truly owned this pussy.

 “Fuck Y/N, you’re so fucking tight. Yes! This pussy missed daddy?” You nodded but he wanted to hear the words.

 “Tell me. Did my pussy miss me?”

 “Fuck, yes, it missed you, daddy. It missed you so much.” He pushed your head lower with one hand and gripped your hip with the other then jackhammered into you. your screams were loud, but soon they turned raspy and desperate. You were always the only one that could take all of him. The only one who came close to crippling him with pleasure.

 He grabbed your thighs and twisted you around, so you laid on your back with your thighs spread wide. God, he loved this view. He pulled out and sucked on your clit for a few moments before he tasted you as you came right in his mouth. You wrapped your thighs around his head and rode the wave of your third orgasm. When he tried to untangle himself, you weren’t having it. He almost laughed, you wanted to get rough. Forcefully he obliged, pulling your legs open, pressing them back to the table. He lined up his throbbing cock with your core and locked eyes with you. From the look in your eyes, he knew you knew what he intended to do.

 “Whose pussy is this Y/N?”

 “Yours baby.”

 “Whose?”

 “Yours daddy. Fuck this pussy—own this pussy.”

He snapped his hips forward and connected your bodies to the hilt. He could feel every inch of you inside and the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head you loved it. From the pace and force of his thrusts, the massage table shook as if it were on its last legs. He didn’t care. He was voracious.

 “This pussy is mine, mine, mine, mine!” his only focus was finding that release, he knew he’d taken care of you. Changing the angle, he held you, he turned you to your side and held your leg in the air but continued plowing into you.

 He wanted to come so bad, but he couldn’t. It was something he’d experienced before. He was so backed up that physically and psychologically he wasn’t in sync. It was normal for training and competing and normal for the first few weeks after. He held tightly to you and held you in the air and continued pumping into you.

 “Shit, shit!”

 “How does this dick feel baby?”

 “So fucking good.”

 You kissed him and began bouncing on him using his body as the anchor. He groaned and leaned against whatever he found close by and allowed you to fuck him. His moans and grunts fell from him one after the other and he didn’t care if you knew just what you were doing to him. It was never a secret. After a few minutes, he rose his hips up meeting you halfway.

 “Oh my god! I’m gonna come, baby, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” He loved hearing those words. Using both hands he held you still and plowed into you and chased the release he’d denied himself for six months. The closer he got the louder he was, the louder he was the harder he fucked you. It was all a chain reaction that fueled and fed you both.

 In a matter of minutes, he was having tunnel vision and knew he was close. He turned and pressed you against what he thought was a wall but was really one of the floor to ceiling windows. He didn’t care enough to stop. You helped him and rode onto him as he thrusted. It didn’t take long before you came again and pulled his long overdue orgasm from him. He shouted loudly as he came and filled you up with every last drop of the love he’d been saving for you.

 A few minutes later when you both had come down a little from your release, he realized though he’d come he was still rock hard. He needed more. When you realized it, your eyes filled with excitement and a hint of tease.

 “Can you take what you’ve unleashed?”

 “I can take this dick anytime, anywhere, for however long daddy.” His smile was wide. He didn’t expect anything less from you.

 “You’re daddy’s nasty girl. Let’s see if you remember how nasty daddy likes it.”

 “Beast mode daddy?”

 “Make sure you can take it.” You didn’t answer, instead, you kissed him and clenched around him giving the only answer he needed. It was going to be a long night.

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Quarantine Writing Challenge

Hey everyone!!! I hope ya’all are having an awesome day! As you all know @shaekingshitup and I have decided to host this writing challenge to get the creative juices flowing while we’re inside during the quaratine.

Rules: They’re simple! Pick an image in this Pinterest board that you like and write a story that’s 2500 words or less. Submissions (along with attachment of photo used) will be posted on Friday May 8th so we can all check out what everyone has come up with! If you wanna team up and do more than one submission, have at it! When you’re done, tag us in your stories so we can add you to the masterlist!

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