Drown in It (18+)
pairing: Fontaine x black! reader (1.1k words)
summary: He makes you squirt on his face. That's it.
warnings: no specific gender/size/shape mentioned, reader has a vagina, fontaine refers to reader as "ma" and "baby", cunnilingus, fingering, teasing, he bites reader once, the word 'daddy' is used once, overstimulation, squirting, multiple (2) orgasms and hint of more, kissing after head (lmk if i missed any!!)
You were laid back and spread out on the couch, eyes clamped shut and toes curled as your stomach began to tighten. Two of Fontaine’s thick fingers were deep inside you, pumping at a consistent pace to build you up to your peak. His other hand gently rested on the back of one of your thighs, keeping you folded up and open for him. “Open them eyes, ma..”
A whine escaped your throat at his words, your body felt too good to keep your eyes open but you knew better than to test him right now. You tilted your head and looked down at him, immediately enthralled by the look on his face. His eyes were dark, full of lust and intensely trained on you.
The way he stared at your soaked pussy as his fingers slid in and out put a hazy smile on your face. “Taine…” Your soft voice broke him out of the trance he was in, his eyes coming up to meet yours. He hummed in response, a teasing look beginning to spread across his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”
You opened your mouth to answer, and at the same time Fontaine crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your favorite spot. He chuckled as you choked on your words, your eyes and mouth widening in shock at his cruel teasing. His fingers began to speed up, causing you to lose your breath again, head falling back once again.
“Fuuuckkk..” That’s all you could say, over and over again, as he meticulously worked your body.
A hiss left your mouth as you felt a sharp pinch on your inner thigh, your eyes snapping back open, brows furrowed in confusion. “I told you to keep them eyes open.”
His voice was stern but slightly muffled as he pinched a bit of your thigh meat between his teeth. “Y-you bit me, you son of a–”
His fingers stilled. “And I’ll do it again if you ain’t gon’ listen.”
You pouted but complied, as best as you could. It was too good, his fingers in you, he kept you right there on the edge. Speeding up, slowing down, speeding up again, hitting that spot that was deep inside you only to back off of it again.
“Fuck, ma,” He stared at your cunt again, obviously entranced by the juices flowing out all over his hand. “So fuckin’ pretty…can I taste you, baby?”
You gathered the last bit of strength you had to nod, quickly, panting out a slow “pleaseeee,” which turned into a loud moan when you felt his tongue on your lips.
He didn’t go slow. He licked you like he was starved, maneuvering around his fingers to suck up all the wetness you had to offer him. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you listened to the way he moaned and slurped into your pussy, it was one of the most debauched things you’d ever experienced.
Fontaine’s lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked, matching the rhythm he kept with his fingers. This time, you felt a stronger sensation building within your tummy. Your eyes were low and your mouth hung open as you focused on the man that was currently on his knees, eating you like his life depended on it.
“Taine, fuck, please…” Your legs shook and your hips bucked the closer you became. His grip on your thigh tightened, keeping you in place as he devoured you. “Please what?” His voice was gruff, the vibrations sending a chill through your body.
“I’m s-so close, daddy, pleaseee..” In the haze of your quickly approaching release, you didn’t even realize what you called him, but the title spurred him on. “Shit, baby, you gon’ cum for me?”
With your bottom lip between your teeth and your low and focused on him, you nodded. He quickly replaced his mouth on you, his fingers notching up to your spot, this time with no plan to slow down. Your moans and cries filled his ears as he pushed you to the edge, ready to take everything that you were willing to give him.
“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh goddddd..” Your body shook, quivering above Fontaine, within his grasp. Eyes clamped shut once again, not caring if he punished you for it, you let out noises you didn’t even know you could make. He sighed into your pussy, lapping up and swallowing down your juices with fervor.
When the initial wave passed, your body relaxed a bit but only for a moment, before you realized that Fontaine wasn’t finished yet.
He continued his ministrations, ignoring your gentle shoves at his head. “Baby, please, I can’t..” Your pleasure was beginning to turn into overstimulation and you could feel another peak coming.
Fontaine growled into your folds, not letting up whatsoever. His fingers slid out of you, both hands now tightly gripping your hips as he began to pull another strong orgasm out of you with his tongue and lips. This one felt different, there was more pressure built up in your lower tummy, almost like you had to pee.
“Fuck, Taine, I can’t, I’m gonna fuckin–” A scream left your mouth as you came again, warm liquids spraying out of your pussy right into his mouth. You nearly blacked out, with your body tensing and shaking at the same time and your eyes rolling back into your head.
“Mhmm mhmmm,” He groaned, sloppily sucking up every last drop. His warm tongue slowly swiped up your folds, coming back to clit and tracing gentle circles around the swollen bud. He landed a few kisses onto your pussy, whispering little curses and praises in between.
After a few moments, you managed to gather yourself, sitting up a little and opening your eyes. In front of you sat Fontaine in his white tee, looking at you with a certain look on his face, a smirk gracing his glistening lips while your juices soaked in his beard.
“What?” You rasped out, feeling just a tiny bit self-conscious under his dark gaze. He still had you spread out in front of you, looking down at your pulsing cunt every few seconds.
Fontaine shook his head and chuckled, sitting up on his knees to get closer to you. He released his grip on your thighs, allowing you to sit up as well. “You so fuckin’ sexy,” His voice was deep, and raspy, already stirring up something deep within your tired body. “Imma have some fun witchu tonight.”
And when he put his hand on the back of your neck to bring your faces together, allowing you to taste yourself all over his lips, you knew that you were far from being done cumming for the night.
Follow Me. *Blue Boy*
"A Well-Read Woman Is A Dangerous Creature."
-Lisa Kleypas
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⋆ ambessa headcanons but it's a modern au & she's a ruthless business mogul.
business mogul!ambessa x wife!reader. men & minors dni.
synopsis: what it says on the tin.
cw: implied age difference! explicit sexual content below the cut!
notes: i need her. i am going to lose it. the theme of this marriage is definitely cherry by lana del rey ( listen here. ) and bordersz by zayn ( listen here. )
getting together
one night, a little tipsy and feeling bold, you post a video to social media. you don’t care about the controversy, you declare—you need ambessa so badly.
despite the chaos that follows, your words are so heartfelt, so sweet, that the video practically goes triple platinum overnight.
later, at a restaurant opening, you both happen to be there. she spots you sitting in a corner, all soft warmth and radiant energy.
you look lovely, your wide smile lighting up the room. she notices how your nose scrunches when you laugh and how your dress—loaned as a favor to a designer you adore—dips elegantly at your hips.
with a little... maneuvering, ambessa secures the seat next to you and strikes up a conversation.
you’re so vivacious, so intelligent, and for the first time in a long time, she meets someone who doesn’t greet her with judgment or disapproval.
when you speak, you lean in, your hand occasionally brushing her arm. you’re so intentional, and it utterly endears her to you.
after the event, she goes home haunted by your perfume and the sound of your laughter.
the next morning, her PA reaches out with a dinner invitation to one of your dream restaurants. ambessa had spent the night scrolling through your socials, watching videos over and over.
the married life.
you’ve become a media darling—everyone adores you.
sometimes, ambessa can’t handle sharing you with the world, so she’s left her mark: photos of you often feature dark hickeys blooming across your neck like wildflowers.
your ring is massive, but she insisted you pick it out yourself—she wanted to make sure it was exactly what you wanted.
you call her “bessa,” and she alternates between “my love,” “baby,” or “sweet girl” when speaking to you.
when you leave for trips, whether for work or to visit family, she secretly diffuses perfume oils that mimic your scent throughout the house.
the playlist you share is ridiculously long—so long, in fact, it almost crashed your phone once, but neither of you care.
her desk is cluttered with framed photos of you, and your house has a photo wall that stretches up the staircase.
even when she’s annoyed or upset, she’s impossibly soft with you.
she gets genuinely upset if you don’t use her card to make purchases. like pissed.
“you will want for nothing” was one of the first promises she made to you.
you have to sneak birthday and christmas gifts for her because she always checks to make sure you’re spending her money “as the Lord intended.”
“i didn’t add this card to your apple wallet for decoration.”
she’s deeply affectionate, both in public and private.
she adores nonsexual intimacy—massaging your feet as you tell her about your day, pulling you into her lap while she works, and just sitting quietly together.
when you cup her face during conversations to focus her, it often leads to... wonderful outcomes.
if she catches you pouting, she pinches your lips into a duckbill and laughs. you let it slide because her laughter is so full-bodied, so infectious, you can’t help but love it.
her humor is so dry and witty it takes you a minute to register sometimes, but when you do, you’re in stitches.
she’s always close—sharing water, joining you in baths and showers. you’re rarely apart.
ambessa loves to provide for you. she’s your dictionary, bank account, calculator, calendar, dild—
her gift-giving is unmatched. she remembers things you mentioned wanting years ago, down to the minute you said it. it could've been mentioned 6 years, 2 months, 3 days, 1 hour, 6 minutes, and 23 seconds ago. she still remembers.
she keeps a lawyer on retainer because you’re fiercely protective of her. she acts exasperated but secretly loves it.
if you get sick, she’s terrifying—she’ll track down whoever got you sick and sue them into the ground. when you had pneumonia once, she nearly had a breakdown. it is now referred to as the crashout of the century in your household.
she’s serious about keeping you healthy, even if it drives you crazy. workouts with her are intense.
“just a little more, my love.” “you said that two rounds ago!"
her countdowns are the worst. she swears there’s ten seconds left, but it feels like eternity.
speaking of households, you don’t play when it comes to your family.
you’re fiercely protective and, let’s be honest, a little conniving when necessary.
the pta? you run it like the navy. everyone falls in line when you walk in the room.
once, a kid at mel’s school thought it was a good idea to bully her. you pulled up, found the kid, and made sure they’d never even think about messing with her again.
after that, everyone was a little afraid of mel and kino’s stepmom. you never heard another peep of bullying.
when it's good—it usually is—it's wonderful. but there were compliated moments in the beginning.
ambessa’s rise to the top wasn’t exactly clean. there were deals in shadows, strategies that left her enemies ruined. you should’ve felt more conflicted, but you found it difficult to care.
but then she announced she was running for office, and everything changed. you hated what she was doing to win—how ruthless she was, how far she was willing to go.
it led to the biggest fight you’d ever had. you left, heartbroken, and stayed with your parents for weeks.
mel had never seen her mother so undone. ambessa was quiet, distracted, a shadow of herself.
mel flew out to see you, desperate to fix things. when you saw her, the grief on her face mirrored your own, and it shattered you.
you forgave ambessa immediately—not because she was blameless, but because you hated what it had done to both of you.
she will always choose you and the kids above anything.
the marriage bed.
it's a workout in here, too.
she gon’ put that baby inside of you.
you are a bit of a perfectionist and stressed about doing it wrong and she literally could not have cared less.
she loves to lace your hands together when you fuck.
the first couple times you sleep together she treats your body like a land she needs to learn, to map.
she prefers to be dominant but sometimes you just need it and she allows you to take control.
you adore her strength and you are not slick about it because your favorite positions reflect it: mating press and amazon press, specifically.
she’s a munch and she likes humiliating you so that usually entails spreading the lips of your pussy to watch it drool for her, spiting into your cunt, pushing your legs out or up so that it’s completely bare to her.
you're enamored with her breasts.
even outside of sex sometimes you just squeeze or hold them.
she says you’re being ridiculous but then will take off her top and reveal the most insanely tight sports bra. her tits are practically spilling into your mouth all on their own.
you can no longer go to the gym with her bc it will get crazy.
impact play.
straps you down. you are not walking for at least two days.
once she begins, she will be finishing. no breaks. so don't tease unless you can commit.
will most definitely keep fucking you even she gets a work call + sometimes if you try to be quiet she’ll loop a hand under the thin fabric of your g-string and bounce you fast and hard on her cock until you’re moaning shamlessly.
you love kissing her so she’ll make out with you until your lips are so swollen and your words are slurred.
the best sex you had was in the bathtub one evening.
you were slipping and sliding but a swat team couldn’t have pulled her out of you.
you held onto her tightly, felt her back ripple, and to this day you swear you saw the gates of heaven. you knew if you came to be before them without her, you'd hold the gates to let her in.
she’s always telling you to take it and forces you to look at the ring you’re making around her cock.
when you’re ass up she’ll consume you until you’re shaking.
she loves making you squirt; it’s like a challenge for her.
when it happens she’ll drop her mouth open and moan so loudly it makes you flush.
she then begins to finger you and the overstimulation really works you up.
she loves to put you on your side with a leg raised so she can snap her hips hard against your ass and hear the squelch.
you love when she does this because her tits are against your back and she’s just so fucking big and warm. you feel safe.
you’re usually so sweet but during these moments you curse like a sailor.
“fuck fuck fuuuuuck. holy shit, bessa.” “such a dirty girl.”
one thing about her fingers? they’re going in your mouth and you’re gonna gag on them.
super thoughtful with aftercare.
massages every part of your body and intersperses the pressure with tender kisses.
you always fall asleep to affirmations of how beautiful and loved you are.
you are her angel, fallen and found by her hands.
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