Expensive Taste | One Shots

SECOND CHANCES | Fantasia & Y/N 🔴

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this is slowly just becoming taraji and fantasia lmajkoo
ends on a good note~~

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• y/n •

"Fuck! Yes, Tasia," I scream, straining my vocal cords as Fantasia's fingers roughly stroke my walls. She pounds into me, the headboard banging against her bedroom wall. Fantasia has always been good at fucking me. Whether she used her mouth or her fingers or a strap or her own pussy against mine, she always has me cumming in the matter of minutes. She knows my body, and she worships it.

Bringing me towards the edge, she starts curling her fingers upward, hitting my spot and making my body crumble. I let out a groan of pleasure, not being able to hold on any longer.

"There you go, baby," she says, talking me through it, though she doesn't stop. "Give me one more," she demands, replacing her fingers with her tongue, swiping it through my sensitive folds.

"Please, Tasia," I fail to negotiate. "Just give me a few seconds before you tear me apart again."

"Uhn, uhn," she shakes her head, stimulating my clit further. She devours me, using my body as her own personal fuck toy. I know at this point this is for her own ego. She revels in being the only one to make my body feel this good, and I let her revel.

Within seconds, I'm climaxing again, pushing her head away as I feel my body gushing. She fucked me past the point of words, so I'm unable to warn her. But I know she doesn't mind. I squirt all over the sheets and her chest as she watches with predatory eyes.

"Fuck you're so goddamn sexy," she compliments, using her tongue to clean me up with me fighting against her for the sensitivity she caused.

"You're crazy," I denounce. I orgasmed a total of 5 times tonight without any breaks and without being able to touch her. I hated when she got like this, and I knew it was just because of her home life. "You always act like this when you and Kendall aren't on good terms." I lay flat on my back, looking up at the ceiling. She scoffed, but she knew it was true.

"I don't have time for this tonight, y/n," she argues, getting out of bed to put her clothes back on and retrieve her phone from the dresser across the room. She looks down at her phone, expelling air and rolling her eyes at whatever she sees. She begins to type roughly, seeming to have forgotten my presence.

"Fantasia, I don't have time for this either," I bite back. "I've told you I hate it when you take out your anger on me." Her eyebrows scrunch together as she ignores me, still on her phone probably messaging Kendall or one of her other hoes. "Fantasia," I chastise, getting more upset by the second. "I know you fucking hear me." She finally acknowledges me by throwing her hand up, index finger signaling me to wait until she's done.

"I've had enough of this shit," I throw myself onto the floor, searching for my clothes that were haphazardly strewn everywhere. As I gather my things, she still hasn't returned her eyes to me. I pick up my phone and car keys, walking down the stairs and to the front door.

As I reach for the knob, it turns in my hand, and I am met with Kendall on the other side. There is no way to hide anything now. My clothes are disheveled, shirt buttoned incorrectly. My skin is littered in marks and scratches, courtesy of Fantasia herself.

"Where is my wife," he booms, stepping inside, closing and locking the front door. Fantasia and Kendall had an open marriage. They both weren't in it for love, barely for sex, and they agreed to having partners outside of their relationship. The only rule they have is no sex in their home. She and I had broken this rule several times before today. Kendall's always off on business, and I'm always here to show Fantasia a good time.

"Um," I shake, "she-she's upstairs." I look down at my feet as he calls Fantasia to come down. There's no way out of this situation as he's blocking the door with his body.