THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

out of touch || pucci x black!reader || delicious lemonade :D

this was requested by caeserissohot! i usually don't write lemons, and i suck at it, so forgive me if it's bad; i also don't usually describe the reader, so to be honest, i'm going to struggle a bit with this! sorry if it's shorter than the others! anyways, enjoy, and thanks for the request <3

Kisses trail down your neck, and you moan at the rough marks left behind.

Currently, you and your husband of two years, Enrico Pucci, are having a make-out session on the couch. You weren't planning on this to happen, but you guess you said the right words and got him turned on. His hands are currently grabbing your black curls, and you lean into his touch, letting him get his kisses all over your face and neck.

"I love you." He whispers, his warm breath tickling your neck. "I--I love---I love you too." You blush, moaning some more as he strips down your black dress. 

"You're so beautiful. So very beautiful." He repeats this line over and over, gracefully stripping your bra off and grabbing your breasts, planting quick, chaste kisses all over them. You squirm under his touch, and he places his hands on your hips firmly, securing you in place while he sucks lightly on them.

"That--That feels nice." You moan in between breaths, trying to focus on speaking. Pools form in your underwear, and sweat drips down your face. He laughs at your voice, and continues to place kisses on you, now moving down to your stomach area. He groans deeply as you push yourself into him, as if your body is begging for more of him.

"Your skin is so beautifully dark. I love every inch of you. Don't let anyone tell you different." He says, mumbling into your stomach as he kisses you more. You've always felt self-conscious about it, but he always finds a way to make you feel better.

"May I?" He asks, playing with the lace on your underwear. "P--Please!" You moan, a bit too excited for your liking. He laughs at your eagerness, and pulls down your panties, throwing to the side. He smirks as he looks down at your privates, swiping his finger across the top of it. A moan escapes from your lips, and tears are in your eyes.

"Do you want me that bad, Y/N?" He teases, taking off his dress pants, revealing his boxers with his hardened erection. "Uh---uh huh." You whine, too focused on his lower half to use your words. He smirks as he takes the boxers off, and positions you on the couch, your head against one end, and him on the other. "Are you ready, my angel?" He asks, his deep voice turning you on, even more.

"Y-yeah." You reply shakily, and let out a long groan as he sticks himself inside of you. It still takes you a long time to get used to his length, and you sit there restlessly as you wait for yourself to get comfortable. "Let me know when you're ready." Pucci says, his deep, commanding voice laced with seduction. "I'm ready now." You stammer, and he nods, starting to pound you at a reasonable pace.

Moans, groans, and skin slapping skin fills the room, and you can feel tears peak at the corners of your eyes as you moan in pleasure. Pucci's quieter, his deep voice shaky and his moans more like groans and silent hums of pleasure. He holds your waist firmly, and you wrap your arms around his neck, moaning louder as he picks up the pace.

"You're beautiful, Y/N. Everything about you; your dark skin, your curly, black hair, your beautiful eyes. You're absolutely stunning, and I love you to death and life again." His voice is a bit more shaky and breathier than usual, and you see his eyes clouded over as he slips his manhood in and out of you. Wet sounds fill your ears, and you whine as you feel yourself reaching the peak.

"Pucci, I'm---I'm gonna--" You stammer, and he gets your drift, nodding as he goes for the last stretch of the race, pounding you harder and harder, as his rhythm becomes more sporadic. He starts to moan a bit louder, and you get turned on even more as his moans become more prominent. After three or four more slaps, you climax, releasing your liquids. He finishes behind you, releasing his seed inside of you.

You two sit there, reeling in each other as heavy breathing and quiet moans fill the room. He pulls out of you, and you whine wantonly as he does so, closing your legs and bringing them to your chest. Pucci crashes back on the couch, sweat resting on his forehead and body as he pulls back on his boxers and pants. "Y/N?" He asks shakily, and you whine, the closest sound to a yes you can pull.

"Come here." He commands quietly, and you sit up slowly, throwing your clothes back on quickly and jumping into his arms. 

"I love you, Y/N. I hope you enjoyed that." He smiles, kissing your lips delicately.

"I--I did." You smile, resting your head in the crook of his neck. 

that was better than the last lemon i attempted to do (bruno x reader); i thank all of the lemons/smut I've been reading lately hahaha