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â black!fem reader x producer!connie | smut | established relationship
synopsis: connieâs been stuck in the studio for hours, frustration building with every failed beat. you know exactly how to help him relax.
warnings: explicit content, oral sex (f giving), riding, creampie, pet names, studio sex
a/n: iâm trying out a new writing style cause iâm experimenting so pls tell me what you guys think about it
connie had always been hardworking.
from the day you met him, there was something magnetic about the way he talked about music. his eyes would light up, voice animated as he described layering sounds until everything clicked into place. music wasnât just a hobby for him. it was something he lived and breathed.
that passion was one of the first things that drew you to him.
usually, being in the studio with connie felt alive. heâd bounce in his chair, humming half-formed lyrics, pulling you over every few minutes to listen to a new tweak in the beat.
âyou hear that?â
most of the time you didnât. but youâd still listen as he explained it with that bright, excited energy that made your chest feel warm.
tonight was different.
the studio felt colder than usual, the air conditioning humming steadily in the background. half-empty energy drink cans cluttered the desk, and the same drum loop had been playing on repeat for what felt like forever. connie sat hunched forward, staring at the glowing screen like it had betrayed him.
you watched from the couch in the corner, curled up with your legs tucked beneath you.
he dragged both hands down his face and groaned.
ânope.â
the beat cut off abruptly.
âthatâs the fifth time in ten minutes,â you said softly.
âbecause it sucks.â
âit doesnât suck, connie.â
âit does.â
he spun around in the chair, frustration etched across his features. the usual spark in his eyes was missing, replaced by exhaustion. his jaw was tight, shoulders drawn up, the creative joy that normally filled the room nowhere to be found.
this wasnât just about a stubborn track. something heavier was weighing on him.
you set your phone aside and stood, crossing the small space until you were behind him. your hands settled gently on his shoulders. the muscles there were rock-hard with tension.
connie sighed, long and heavy, finally leaning back in the chair. you took the opportunity to slide onto his lap, straddling him comfortably and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands found your waist instinctively, warm and familiar.
the studio fell quieter around you, just the faint hum of equipment and the distant city sounds outside the soundproofed walls.
âwhatâs really on your mind?â you asked, voice soft as you started massaging the knots from his shoulders.
he exhaled, head tilting back against the chair.
âeverything feels wrong tonight. the melodies, the layers⌠nothingâs clicking. iâve been here for hours and iâm getting nowhere.â
âyou pressure yourself too much, connie. youâre so talented. iâve watched you pull magic out of nowhere a hundred times. youâve got this.â
he let out a quiet breath, some of the tension easing under your hands and words. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer.
âi know⌠it just gets in my head sometimes.â
you smiled softly and pressed a lingering kiss to his temple.
âi know it does. but you donât have to figure it all out tonight. the music will still be here when youâre ready.â
for a long moment he just held you, breathing you in, the frustration slowly melting into something warmer. you felt him relax beneath you, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your hips.
you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, voice dropping a little.
âi can help you relax, if you want.â
his gaze darkened, a slow, familiar smile curving his lips.
âyeah?â he murmured, voice lower now. âand how exactly do you plan on doing that?â
you leaned in, brushing your lips against his.
âlet me show you.â
you stayed in his lap for a little longer, kissing him slow and deep, letting the tension in his body continue to unwind under your hands. only when you felt him starting to melt did you slide off his lap, moving deliberately between his spread thighs. your hands rested on his knees as you looked up at him, eyes soft but full of intent.
connieâs breath hitched.
âshitâŚâ
you rubbed your palms slowly up and down his thighs over the soft fabric of his sweatpants, feeling the muscles tense and then relax under your touch. he groaned low in his throat, already knowing exactly where this was headed.
he leaned forward, cupping your face with both hands, and kissed you again deeper this time, a little hungrier. when he pulled back, he leaned against the chair, watching you with those dark, half-lidded eyes.
you kept your gaze on him as you slowly tugged his sweatpants and boxers down just enough. his dick sprang free, thick and heavy, already hard for you. you wrapped one hand around the base, stroking him slowly, deliberately, feeling him throb against your palm.
âfuckâŚâ connie cursed under his breath, head tilting back for a second before his eyes returned to you. âbabyâŚâ
you could see the stress leaving his body with every stroke shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching, that tired frustration melting into pure want. you leaned in and pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the tip, then another, letting your tongue flick out lightly to taste him.
he groaned again, deeper this time.
you took your time, kissing along the length of him, licking slow stripes from base to tip while your hand kept stroking. every little sound he made sent warmth rushing through you. you wanted him to feel every second of this.
âstop playing with me,â he rasped after a while, voice rough with need. âput that shit in your mouth.â
you smiled sweetly up at him before wrapping your lips around the head, sinking down slowly. connie let out a long, satisfied groan, one hand gently gathering your braids into a loose ponytail.
he didnât push hard not yet just held you as you worked him with your mouth and both hands, sucking and stroking in a steady, unhurried rhythm.
the sounds were filthy in the quiet studio wet, sloppy, obscene. you looked right up at him the whole time, eyes locked, watching every flicker of pleasure cross his face. he stared back at you, lips parted, breathing heavy.
âjust like that⌠fuck, look at you.â
you took him deeper, relaxing your throat, bobbing your head with wet, messy strokes while your hands twisted and pumped what you couldnât fit. you pulled off for a second to spit on him, making everything slicker, then dove back down, sucking harder.
you even dipped lower, licking and sucking gently at his balls while your hand stroked his cock, earning you a broken moan that made your stomach flutter.
connieâs grip on your braids tightened as he started guiding your head a little more, hips lifting to meet your mouth in shallow thrusts. you let him, moaning around his length, the vibrations pulling more curses from his lips.
âshitâbaby, youâre gonna make me cum if you keep doing thatâŚâ
you didnât stop. you kept sucking him sloppy and nasty, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact, taking him as deep as you could until his thighs started to tremble.
âiâm close,â he warned, voice strained, hips stuttering. âfuck, iâm so closeââ
you hummed encouragingly and kept going, faster, wetter, until his whole body tensed. with a deep, broken groan, connie came hard down your throat. you swallowed every drop, humming softly around him as he pulsed in your mouth, working him through it until he was spent.
when you finally pulled off, breathing hard, you wiped the corner of your lips with your thumb and smiled up at him.
connie looked completely blissed out chest rising and falling, eyes heavy with satisfaction, all that earlier stress gone.
he pulled you back up into his lap immediately, kissing you deep and slow, tasting himself on your tongue.
he pulled you up gently until you were standing between his legs again. his eyes were dark and hungry as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging them down slowly. you stepped out of them, and he tossed the fabric somewhere behind him onto the studio floor.
his hands roamed back up your thighs, gripping the soft flesh of your ass as he looked up at you.
âdamn⌠already hard again?â you whispered, a little breathless, glancing down at his dick. he had just cum in your mouth, yet he was thick and ready for you once more.
connie smirked, voice low and rough. âyou do that to me.â
he pulled you back onto his lap, this time guiding you to straddle him properly. your knees settled on either side of his hips as you faced him. the chair creaked softly under your combined weight. his hands stayed on your ass, squeezing and spreading you as you hovered over him.
you leaned in and kissed him deeply. the kiss was slow at first warm, lingering, full of affection but it quickly grew hotter. tongues sliding, breaths mixing. his fingers dug into your ass as he rubbed you against his hard length, the slick head of his cock teasing your entrance and brushing your clit with every roll of your hips.
âready for me, baby?â he breathed against your mouth.
you nodded, whimpering softly as you reached down to line him up. he was big always had been and you had to take him slowly. you sank down inch by inch, gasping into his mouth as he stretched you open. the fullness made your toes curl and your breath catch.
âfuckâŚâ connie groaned, the sound vibrating against your lips. âso tight⌠take your time, baby. thatâs it.â
you sat there for a long moment once he was fully inside, both of you breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. the intimacy of it being so full of him in the quiet studio, his arms wrapped tight around you made butterflies explode in your stomach.
then you started to move.
slow, rolling movements at first, grinding down on him in deep circles. connieâs hands helped guide you, gripping your ass and lifting you just enough before pulling you back down. your moans mixed with his, spilling into each otherâs mouths as you kissed.
âfeels so good,â you whispered against his lips, rolling your hips again.
âyeah? you like riding me like this?â he groaned, thrusting up gently to meet you. âlook at you⌠so wet already.â
the pace gradually picked up. you rode him harder, bouncing on his cock while he thrust up to meet you. the wet, filthy sound of skin slapping filled the studio. he lifted your shirt, pushing it up and over your breasts so he could latch onto one, sucking and biting gently while his other hand kept guiding your hips.
âconnieââ you moaned loudly, one hand gripping his hair, the other braced on his shoulder. every thrust hit deep, sending sparks through your whole body. you were soaking wet, dripping down his cock and thighs with every bounce.
âthatâs it, baby,â he groaned against your chest, voice wrecked. âride me just like that. fuck, you feel so fucking good. so tight around me.â
he started fucking you harder from below, hands gripping your ass almost bruisingly as he drove up into you. the chair rocked beneath you. your moans turned into cries, louder and more desperate. you leaned forward, kissing him messily, moaning into his mouth as he pounded up into you.
the tension was electric raw intimacy mixed with pure lust. sweat slicked your skin. his hands were everywhere squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, palming your breasts.
you felt yourself getting close, thighs shaking, walls clenching around him.
âiâmâ iâm so close,â you whimpered, bouncing faster.
âme too,â he panted, sucking harder on your nipple. âcum with me, baby. let me feel you.â
a few more deep, powerful thrusts and you both fell over the edge together. your orgasm hit hard, body shaking as you clenched around him, moaning his name like a prayer. connie groaned loudly, burying himself deep as he came inside you, filling you up while he fucked you through both of your highs, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you were trembling and oversensitive in his arms.
you collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing hard, sweaty and trembling. his arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back as you came down together.
for a while, neither of you moved. just heavy breathing and the quiet hum of the studio equipment. connie pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your temple gentle and grateful.
âyou okay, baby?â he murmured, voice hoarse.
you nodded against his chest, smiling sleepily. âmore than okay.â
he helped you clean up with some tissues from the desk, gentle and careful. then he pulled your shirt back down and helped you step back into your shorts and panties, stealing little kisses the whole time. you yawned deeply as he fixed his own clothes.
connie laughed softly, pulling you back into his lap for a moment.
âdamn⌠that made me tiredâ he said, grinning.
you laughed too, resting your head on his shoulder. âgood. you needed it.â
he rubbed your back. âyeah⌠i did. fuck it. i think iâm done for tonight. iâll come back fresh tomorrow.â
you lifted your head. âyou sure? you were stressing so much earlier.â
âiâm sure.â he kissed your forehead. âthanks to you.â
you both gathered your things and left the studio, hand in hand, walking down the hall to your bedroom. once inside, you went through your usual nighttime routine brushing teeth, washing faces, changing into comfy clothes. connie kept touching you the whole time a hand on your waist, a kiss on your neck, pulling you close.
finally, you climbed into bed. he pulled you against his chest immediately, arms wrapped around you, legs tangled together. you sighed happily, nuzzling into his warmth.
âi love you,â you whispered.
âi love you more,â he murmured, kissing the top of your head.
you thought he had fallen asleep his breathing slow and steady when suddenly his voice broke the quiet.
âwait⌠i think i finally have an idea for that hook.â
you groaned, half-laughing. âconnie, please. just sleep. you can look at it tomorrow.â
âbut what if the idea disappears? what if someone else gets it first?â
you lifted your head, giving him a look. âconnie⌠really?â
he was already sitting up, that familiar excited spark back in his eyes. he leaned down and kissed you sweetly.
âi promise i wonât take long. just gonna write it down real quick.â
you watched him slip out of bed, shaking your head with a fond smile as he disappeared down the hall.
and somehow, even though he said he wouldnât take long⌠you already knew youâd be falling asleep without him tonight.
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youâre a light sleeper. his alarm is loud. his solution? put you right back to sleep.
â black!f reader | smut | domestic au |
a/n: this is for @sumikokamado14 hope you like it <333333
youâre a really light sleeper.
eren knows that.
which is exactly why his alarm going off at some ungodly hour in the morning feels like a personal attack every single time.
usually, you can ignore it.
today?
absolutely not.
your eyes snap open immediately.
you groan and bury your face deeper into your pillow.
the alarm keeps going.
and going.
and going.
oh my god.
âeren,â you mumble.
nothing.
this man is dead asleep.
great.
âeren.â
still nothing.
the alarm is practically screaming and heâs sleeping through it like heâs being paid to.
eventually, he lets out a groan, finally waking up. he blindly reaches for his phone and turns the alarm off.
silence.
finally.
you sit up with a pout on your face, staring straight ahead.
youâre too tired to be angry.
but youâre definitely annoyed.
eren looks over and immediately knows heâs in trouble.
âbaby, iâm soââ
âi donât wanna hear it.â
you fold your arms.
he sighs.
âhey, donât be like that.â
he sits up and immediately reaches for you.
you try pushing him away.
keyword:
try.
because eren is significantly bigger than you and apparently has decided that personal space is no longer a thing.
âeren.â
âiâm sorry, alright?â
he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.
you continue resisting.
mostly for the principle of it.
he presses a kiss to your cheek.
then another.
then one near your jaw.
heâs cheating.
he knows heâs cheating.
because the second he starts kissing on you, your attitude starts disappearing.
itâs not fair.
âyou gotta stop doing that shit with your alarm,â you grumble. âit wakes me up. i just wanna sleep.â
âi know.â
âevery morning.â
âi know.â
âitâs rude.â
he laughs softly.
âi said iâm sorry.â
you roll your eyes.
but you let him pull you into his chest anyway.
victim.
you are a victim.
he presses a kiss to your forehead and rubs slow circles along your back.
âcome here.â
he kisses you slowly, deep and lazy, tongue sliding against yours like heâs trying to taste every complaint you had.
then he lays you back down on your side, pulling your back tight against his chest. his arm wraps around your waist, holding you close.
âiâll put you right back to sleep,â he murmurs low in your ear.
he lifts the bottom of your night dress, bunching it up around your waist. his hand slides between your legs, fingers brushing against your bare pussy.
âno panties?â he asks, clearly pleased.
âshe needs to breathe too,â you reply, a little smirk in your voice.
eren chuckles softly against your neck. âyeah? she needed to breathe or she just wanted me?â
his fingers find your clit and start rubbing slow, lazy circles. you whine, pushing back into his hand.
âerenâŚâ
âwhat? iâm just helping you relax, baby.â
he keeps playing with you, fingers getting wetter the longer he touches you. youâre already breathing heavier, hips moving against his hand without you even meaning to.
he finally pulls his sweats down, freeing his dick. you lift your leg higher, opening up for him. he rubs the tip against your slick folds a few times, teasing.
âstop playing,â you mumble.
âiâm not playing,â he lies, voice smug. then he pushes in, slow and deep, stretching you open inch by inch.
you let out a long whine, eyes fluttering shut.
âfuck⌠you always feel so good.â he groans, burying his face in the back of your neck.
he starts thrusting into you, deep and unhurried.
every stroke drags against that spot that makes your toes curl. you lean back into his chest, moaning softly with every thrust.
âeren⌠shitââ
âyeah? feel good?â he asks, lips brushing your ear. he picks up the pace just a little, hips snapping harder. âtalk to me, baby. tell me how it feels.â
âso deep,â you moan, pushing back to meet his thrusts. âfeels so fucking goodâŚâ
he groans, tightening his arm around you. one hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple while he keeps fucking you steady.
âthatâs my girl. let me hear all them pretty sounds.â
your moans get louder, breathier. the room fills with the soft sound of skin meeting skin and your desperate little whimpers.
eren keeps talking in your ear, low and filthy.
âyou were mad at me five minutes ago⌠now look at you. taking this dick so good.â
âshut up,â you whine, but thereâs no heat behind it. youâre too busy grinding back on him.
he laughs softly and bites down gently on your shoulder. âno. you like it when i talk to you like this.â
he angles his hips a little differently and hits that spot even better. your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent moan.
âright thereâ eren, right thereââ
âi got you, baby.â
he keeps that same perfect rhythm, thrusting deep and consistent, one hand between your legs rubbing your clit again. the pleasure builds slow and heavy, making your thighs shake.
âiâm close,â you whimper, gripping his arm tight. âeren, iâm so closeââ
âgood. donât hold it. cum on this dick, baby. let me feel you.â
he doesnât speed up. he just keeps fucking you deep and steady, whispering sweet shit in your ear until you finally snap.
you cum hard, moaning his name all broken and shaky, pussy clenching tight around him. eren groans loud, following right after you, burying himself deep as he fills you up.
once you both come down, breathing heavy and tangled together, you let out a big yawn, eyes already drooping again.
eren laughs quietly behind you, still inside you.
âyou see? told you i would put you right back to sleep.â
âhush,â you mumble, voice sleepy and satisfied.
he kisses the back of your neck softly, rubbing slow circles on your stomach. you can already feel yourself drifting off, warm and full in his arms.
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date night had been perfect.
the food was good, the conversation was even better, and for a few hours, all you had to worry about was enjoying the company of your two boyfriends.
the only downside?
your feet were killing you.
those cute shoes had seemed like a great idea when you were getting ready. now, after hours of walking around the city, they felt more like a punishment.
by the time the three of you finally made it home, all you wanted to do was collapse onto the bed and never stand up again.
thankfully, you had two very attentive boyfriends.
the moment you stepped through the door, you let out an exhausted sigh.
âmy feet are killing me,â you groan, dragging yourself toward your shared bedroom.
girl.
you donât even make it all the way to the pillows before youâre flopping onto the edge of the bed dramatically.
ony laughs.
âsee? i told you to wear the shoes i put in the car, but youâre stubborn.â
you roll your eyes.
âi wanted to look cute.â
âand now look at you.â
rude.
before you can argue, heâs already kneeling in front of you, carefully slipping your heels off.
the relief is immediate.
you nearly moan.
âoh my god.â
âyeah, yeah,â ony chuckles.
he presses a quick kiss to the side of your foot before starting to massage it.
and just like that?
you melt.
your entire body sinks into the mattress.
âbetter?â he asks.
you nod immediately.
âmuch better.â
connie climbs onto the bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
he presses a kiss to the side of your head.
âdid you enjoy yourself?â he asks softly.
you smile.
âyeah.â
his grin widens.
âthen thatâs all that matters.â
and honestly?
you might cry.
because one boyfriend is rubbing all the pain out of your feet while the other is cuddled up beside you like youâre the most important person in the world.(you are)
life is good.
really, really good.
you glance down at ony.
heâs focused on your feet, but every now and then he looks up at you.
and the look he gives you?
oh.
then you turn your head slightly and catch connie staring too.
girl.
you know that look.
you know both of those looks.
the kind that immediately makes your stomach flip.
the kind that has you suddenly sitting a little straighter.
the kind that lets you know itâs probably about to be one of those nights.
and honestly?
youâre not complaining.
ony slowly kisses up your legs, soft and wet, taking his time like heâs worshipping every inch.
when he reaches your thighs he stands up, big hand wrapping around your throat as he pulls you in for a deep kiss. you lean back on your hands, kissing him back tongues sliding together.
then connieâs there, gentle but firm, helping you lay back on the bed properly.
the second your back hits the sheets heâs on you, kissing you slow and filthy while ony watches with a smirk on his lips.
when connie finally pulls back, the two of them look at each other for a second⌠then lean in and kiss right in front of you. deep. sloppy. tongues and everything.
god. this is the best thing youâve ever seen.
you watch them closely, biting your lip. you love when they do this. the way they kiss each other always makes your pussy throb harder. you could watch them make out all damn day. when they finally pull back, both of them turn to look at you like youâre their next meal.
connie moves between your legs first, sliding your thong down your thighs and tossing it somewhere. ony helps peel your dress off, then your bra, the second youâre naked, connie spreads your legs wide and starts rubbing slow circles on your clit with his thumb.
âmmphâ fuck, connie,â you whine, hips twitching already.
âfeels good, huh baby?â he asks, voice low and teasing as he pushes two thick fingers inside you. your eyes roll back instantly. he starts thrusting them nice and deep, curling them just right while his thumb keeps playing with your clit.
âshitâ right there,â you moan, grinding down on his hand you canât help it.
ony leans down and wraps his mouth around your nipple, sucking hard while his hand massages the other one, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. the double sensation has you losing your mind.
connieâs fingers are working faster now, wet squelching sounds filling the room every time he pumps them in and out. âlook at you⌠already creaming all over my fingers. this pussy is so greedy tonight.â
youâre moaning loud, legs starting to shake as he keeps hitting that spot over and over. ony bites down gently on your nipple and thatâs all it takes.
âconnieâ! fuckâ iâm cummingââyour whole body jerks as you cum hard, gushing all over his hand, thighs trembling uncontrollably. connie keeps fingering you through it milking every drop while you whimper and twitch.
when he finally pulls his fingers out, theyâre soaked and shiny with your mess.
without a word he brings them to onyâs mouth. ony opens up and sucks them clean, eyes locked on yours the whole time, moaning low your taste is his favorite thing.
âtaste so good, donât she?â connie asks, smirking.
ony pulls off his fingers with a wet pop.
âyou know itâ
youâre still trying to catch your breath, pussy pulsing, when both of them look down at you again⌠and you already know theyâre nowhere near done with you tonight.
they both finally pull back from you, eyes dark and hungry. youâre still trying to catch your breath when they stand up at the same time, stripping slow just for you. ony pulls his shirt over his head first, then connie.
both of them peeling off their pants, dicks hard and heavy, standing there looking like straight-up trouble.
god⌠look at them. both so fine it should be illegal. your mouth is already watering.
you slide off the bed and drop to your knees in front of them, but before you can even get started, connie holds up a hand.
âwait, baby.â he grabs a pillow from the bed and drops it right under your knees, fluffing it a little. âcanât have my pretty girl hurting her knees.â
âthank you,â you murmur, smiling up at him.
âi gotta make sure you comfortable,â he says soft, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
now youâre settled. you reach for both of them, wrapping a hand around each dick, stroking slow at first. you start with connie, taking him into your mouth while you keep stroking ony.
you suck him nasty sloppy, wet, tongue swirling around the tip before you take him deeper, gagging a little just how he likes.
âfuck⌠thatâs it, baby. suck that dick just like that,â connie groans, hand gently resting on the back of your head.
you pull off with a wet pop and switch to ony, taking him down your throat while your hand works connie. you go back and forth spit dripping down your chin, eyes watering as you look up at both of them. the sounds are filthy loud slurping, gagging, your soft moans vibrating around their dicks.
âshit, look at her,â ony mutters, biting his lip. âtaking both of us so good. you love this, donât you?â
âmm-hmm,â you moan around onyâs dick, switching again, jerking one while you slobber on the other.
it gets real sloppy real quick. spit everywhere, dripping down your chest, strings connecting your lips to their dicks every time you pull back.
youâre loving every second, switching faster, trying to take both heads at the same time, licking and sucking like you canât get enough.
âgood fucking girl,â connie praises, voice rough. âyou so nasty for us tonight. keep going, baby. make a mess.â
you do. youâre moaning, choking, drooling all over them until both their dicks and your chin are shiny and wet.
eventually they both stop you, breathing hard.
they help you stand on shaky legs, both of them still breathing hard.
ony doesnât even give you a second to think before he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you clean off the floor like you weigh nothing.
you wrap your legs tight around his waist, arms around his neck, heart pounding in your chest as you face him.
connie presses up behind you, chest warm against your back, helping hold you steady between them.
âyou ready, baby?â connie asks, voice low and thick in your ear, lips brushing your neck.
âyeah⌠iâm ready,â you whisper, even though your stomach is flipping with nerves and excitement.
ony lines his thick tip up with your soaked pussy and slowly pushes in, stretching you open inch by inch. you moan loud, nails digging into his shoulders as he fills you up.
âfuckâŚâ you breathe, forehead pressed against his.
then you feel connie behind you, rubbing his dick against your ass, spreading your cheeks. he starts pressing in slow, so fucking slow, the pressure intense as he works his way inside.
âoh my godââ your eyes go wide, mouth falling open. the fullness is insane. both of them inside you at the same time, stretching you more than youâve ever felt before. you can barely breathe, pussy and ass clenching around them like crazy.
âbreathe, baby,â ony murmurs, kissing your lips soft and deep. âyou doing so good for us. just relax⌠let us take care of you.â
connie kisses the side of your neck, voice rough. âthatâs it, ma. take both these dicks. you feel so fucking good squeezing us like that.â
they stay still for a moment, letting you adjust to the overwhelming stretch. youâre trembling between them, whimpering softly every time either of them twitches inside you. it feels like too much and not enough all at once.
then they start moving.
slow and careful at first â ony rolling his hips up into your pussy while connie thrusts gentle and deep into your ass. the rhythm is perfect, like theyâve done this a hundred times. every stroke makes you feel so full you swear you can feel them rubbing against each other inside you.
âfuck so deep,â you whimper, head falling forward onto onyâs shoulder. your nails are digging into his back, legs shaking around his waist.
âyou taking it so good, baby,â ony groans, kissing you sloppy, tongue sliding against yours while he fucks up into you a little harder.
âlook at you⌠creaming all over my dick already. making such a mess for us.â
connie smacks your ass, gripping it tight as he starts stroking deeper.
you squeezing me so good,baby. you love getting stuffed like this, donât you? love having both your holes filled?â
âyesâ fuck yesââ you sob, turning your head to kiss connie messy and desperate over your shoulder. the pleasure is building fast, your body caught between them, bouncing slightly every time they thrust up into you.
your moans get louder, turning into broken whines and sobs. youâre creaming so much itâs dripping down onyâs dick and your thighs, making everything wet and nasty. the sound of skin slapping, your slick pussy, and their low groans fills the whole room.
they pick up the pace, fucking you harder, bouncing you between their bodies like youâre their favorite toy. ony chokes you lightly with one hand while kissing you deep. connie reaches around and rubs your clit in tight circles, making your eyes roll back.
youâve never felt anything like this. so full. so wanted. so fucking ruined.
âiâmâ iâm gonna cumâ!â you cry out, voice shaking.
âcum then,â ony growls against your lips, tightening his grip on your throat just right. âcum all over us, baby. let us feel it.â
âbe a good girl and squirt for us,â connie adds, biting your shoulder while he keeps rubbing your clit faster.
it hits you like a truck.
your whole body locks up tight before you start shaking hard, squirting all over onyâs dick and stomach while your ass clenches around connie. youâre sobbing, moaning their names, completely lost in it.
thatâs all it takes.
âfuckâ iâm cumming,â connie groans, burying himself deep in your ass, pumping you full.
ony follows right after, groaning loud into your mouth as he fills your pussy with thick, hot spurts. both of them cumming at the same time, holding you tight between them while you twitch and whimper through the aftershocks.
youâre panting hard when it finally slows down, body limp and sweaty, head resting on onyâs shoulder. they stay inside you for a little longer, kissing you softly on your lips, neck, and shoulders, whispering sweet nasty praises.
âyou did so good, baby.â
âour perfect girl.â
your legs are still trembling bad when they finally pull out carefully and gently lay you back down on the bed.
matching pajamas, burnt cookies, and a man who canât keep his hands (or mouth) off his girlfriend.
â black!f reader | smut | established relationship | connie being a menace
a/n:heyyy guys ik i havenât been posting iâm sorry you guys i have been really busy but iâll be more consistent now i hope you guys enjoy it <3
to say connie was in love with you would be an understatement.
youâre his whole world. like genuinely. thereâs no version of his life that doesnât include you in it, front and center. everything else just kinda⌠revolves around you.
so when you casually mention you wanna buy ingredients to makes cookies, heâs already nodding before you even finish your sentence.
because obviously.
whatever you want goes.
the grocery store is busy, music playing way too loud, people everywhere, and yet connieâs acting like itâs just the two of you. cart in one hand, your hand in the other, thumb rubbing slow circles.
youâre rambling about recipes, about how you wanna do chocolate chip and sugar cookies, maybe even brownies if you feel ambitious. heâs listening actually listening eyes soft, smiling like he won the lottery just standing next to you.
âokay, soââ you stop in the baking aisle, holding up two different cookie cutters. âshould we get this one or this one?â
he doesnât even look at the cutters at first. heâs just⌠looking at you.
and it makes you smile shyly, a little nervous, because damn, why is he staring like that in the middle of a grocery store?
âget both,â he says easily.
you blink. âyou sure?â
âyeah,â he nods, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âwhy not?â
you laugh, tossing them into the cart, and he swears his chest feels tight just hearing that sound.
if you wanted the moon, heâd be googling how to get there already.
you guys finally finish shopping and thatâs when you spot them matching pajamas. your eyes light up.
âconnie, look!â you gasp, already dragging him by the arm before he can even respond. he just laughs, letting you pull him through the store. he doesnât care what it is, as long as youâre excited and itâs with him, his heart is stupidly full.
you grab the cutest set soft, silky, matching little shorts and button-ups with tiny hearts all over them. you hold them up to his chest, grinning.
âweâre getting these. matching. no excuses.â
âwhatever you want, baby,â he says
when you finally get home, you disappear into the bathroom to change first. the set feels even cuter on. you step out, doing a little twirl in the middle of the bedroom.
âhow do i look?â you ask, smiling big.
connie is sitting on the edge of the bed and the second his eyes land on you⌠whew. his whole face changes. eyes low, dragging slow down your body, from your legs to the way the shorts hug your ass, back up to your chest, then your face. he licks his lips without even realizing it.
âdamnâŚâ he mutters, voice low. âyou look so good, baby.â
heâs not lying. to him youâre the most beautiful woman in the world and right now? heâs looking at you like he canât believe youâre real. like he wants to eat you up and cuddle you at the same time.
you feel the butterflies explode in your stomach. this man really stares at you like youâre his favorite meal every single time.
âyou like it that much?â you tease, doing another little spin.
connie leans back on his hands, biting his lip as his eyes follow every move.
âi love it. câmere,â he says, voice dropping even lower.
you already know what that look means. heâs not just admiring the pajamas⌠heâs thinking about how fast he can get them off you later.
and honestly? the way heâs staring at you right now⌠you might let him.
as you guys start baking the cookies, connie canât keep his hands off you. not even for two seconds.
his hands are glued to your hips while youâre at the counter trying to stir the batter. heâs pressed up behind you, lips all over your neck like thatâs his actual job. soft kisses at first, then slower, wetter ones that make your knees feel weak.
youâre gripping the spoon tighter, trying so hard to focus. âconnieâŚâ you giggle, breath already shaky. âstop, weâre supposed to be baking.â
he hums against your skin, not moving an inch. âmm, i know baby,â he murmurs, voice low and sweet, âbut you look so good right now. i canât help it.â
mind you this man is supposed to be helping. heâs supposed to be measuring shit or cracking eggs or something. instead heâs kissing all up on your neck, hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against him every time you try to stir.
youâre forgetting what youâre even doing. the batter? what batter. all you can feel is his mouth and the way heâs looking at you like youâre sweeter than anything youâre about to put in the oven.
âconnie, i swearââ you laugh, trying to elbow him gently, but itâs useless. he just chuckles and turns you around in his arms, eyes low and full of that lovesick look he always gives you.
âwhat? iâm helping,â he lies, grinning before leaning in to kiss you properly.
you already know baking these cookies is about to take three times longer than it should. but with the way heâs staring at you⌠hands still gripping your hips⌠youâre not even mad.
this man really loves his girlfriend. and right now? he loves her in an apron even more.
you guys finally finish with the cookies. theyâre finally in the oven after way too much kissing and not nearly enough actual baking. you now have fresh hickeys all over your neck because connie literally cannot keep his lips to himself.
you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, turning your head side to side with a shocked expression.
âseriously, con?â you whine, touching the marks. âyou know i have work! and now i got hickeys all over my damn neck.â
connie appears behind you in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. he doesnât even look sorry. he just leans in and kisses the side of your neck, right on top of one of the marks he left.
âsorry baby,â he murmurs against your skin, voice all sweet and low. âiâll make it up to you, aight? i promise.â
he thinks kissing you is gonna fix everything. and the crazy part? it kinda does. youâre still mad⌠but melting at the same time.
you glare at him through the mirror. âyou gotta stop playing with me. i canât be showing up to work looking like i got attacked.â
he chuckles and kisses your neck again, slower this time, like heâs proud of his work. âyou look good though. real good.â
âconnie.â
âwhat? iâm just saying,â he grins, eyes low as he stares at you in the mirror. âmy girlfriend too fine to not get kissed on.â
you sigh, trying to look annoyed but your stupid heart is doing flips. heâs lucky you love his ass.
remember the cookies you were supposed to be making? yeah⌠those are long forgotten.
because right now connie has you spread out on the couch like his personal feast. your legs are thrown over his shoulders, thighs trembling as he kneels between them. heâs taking his sweet time, and this man is straight up worshipping your pussy.
he starts with slow, messy kisses all over your inner thighs, sucking gently on the soft skin before dragging his tongue up to your folds.
when he finally reaches your clit, he moans like he just tasted heaven.
âfuck⌠look at her,â he whispers, voice thick with lust. âso pretty and wet for me already.â
then his mouth is on you. warm. sloppy. devoted. he licks long, slow stripes up your pussy, savoring every drop like heâs got all night. his tongue circles your clit before he wraps his lips around it and sucks gently, then harder, then soft again switching it up just to drive you crazy.
youâre already whimpering, hips twitching.
âconnieâŚâ you breathe, trying to grind against his face, but he grips your thighs and holds you still.
ânah, baby. let me eat this pussy right,â he murmurs against your slick folds. âyou deserve it.â
he pushes his tongue inside you, fucking you with it slow and deep while his nose rubs against your clit. the wet sounds are filthy loud slurping mixed with his low groans. heâs lost in it, eyes closed, face buried so deep youâre not sure he can even breathe. and he doesnât care.
your hand flies to his hair, gripping tight as your moans get louder.
he slides two thick fingers into you without warning, curling them perfectly against that spongy spot while his mouth focuses back on your swollen clit. sucking. licking. humming. the vibrations make your eyes roll back.
âoh my godâ connie, babyâ fuckâŚâ
youâre grinding on his face now, chasing the pleasure, and he lets you. he moans louder into your pussy, encouraging you, sucking harder like he wants you to use him. his fingers thrust deeper, steady and nasty, making wet squelching sounds every time he pushes back in.
tears are already forming in your eyes. it feels too good. your thighs wonât stop shaking.
âi canâtâ itâs too muchââ you sob, voice cracking.
but connie doesnât stop. if anything, he gets more greedy. he pulls his fingers out for a second just to spread your pussy open with both hands and spit on it before diving back in, tongue flicking fast on your clit while he slides two three fingers inside this time.
your back arches clean off the couch.
âconnieâ! fuckâ iâmâ oh shitââ
youâre crying now. actual tears sliding down your cheeks because the pleasure is overwhelming. heâs sucking your clit so good, fingers stroking that spot over and over, and you feel like youâre about to explode.
âthatâs it, baby,â he groans into your pussy, voice muffled and nasty.
your whole body locks up. the orgasm crashes into you hard, making you sob and shake uncontrollably. youâre creaming all over his fingers, gushing on his tongue while he keeps eating you through it, licking up every drop like heâs starving. he doesnât pull away. he stays right there, sucking softly, fingers still moving slow until youâre twitching and whimpering, completely ruined.
when he finally lifts his head, his face is soaked â lips shiny, chin dripping, eyes dark and drunk off you.
youâre still sobbing softly, chest heaving, legs shaking around his head. he kisses your throbbing pussy one last time, gentle and reverent, then rests his cheek on your thigh, looking up at you with pure adoration.
âyou okay, baby?â he asks, voice low and soft, even while his face is covered in your mess.
you canât even speak. you just nod weakly, tears still slipping out the corners of your eyes.
connie smiles, proud and lovesick, and presses another soft kiss to your clit.
âgood. âcause iâm nowhere near done with you.â
you sit up, push him gently in the chest until he drops back onto the couch. without saying a word you reach for his pajama pants, yanking them down. his dick springs out, hard and heavy, already leaking at the tip. you wrap your hand around him, stroking slow and tight, watching the way his abs flex and his mouth falls open.
âfuck, babyâŚâ he groans, head falling back for a second.
you turn around, back facing him, and line him up with your soaked pussy. you sink down slowly, inch by inch, moaning loud as he stretches you open. the angle is so deep it makes your toes curl immediately.
âshitâ thatâs it,â connie breathes, hands gripping your waist tight. âtake all this dick, baby. look at you⌠creaming on me already.â
you start bouncing, slow at first, then faster, throwing your ass back on him. the sound of skin slapping fills the room â wet, nasty, loud. every time you drop down, he fills you completely, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back.
âconnieâ fuckââ you whine, hands planted on his thighs for leverage as you ride him harder.
he smacks your ass hard, groaning deep in his chest. âgoddamn, you feel so good. this pussy so wet and tight for me⌠keep bouncing just like that, ma. fuck me back.â
youâre creaming all over his dick, dripping down his balls with every bounce. your eyes keep rolling, mouth hanging open, moans getting louder and sluttier. connieâs hands are everywhere gripping your hips, smacking your ass, then sliding up to wrap around your throat from behind.
he pulls you back against his chest, choking you just right while you keep riding him. his lips are right by your ear, voice low and raspy.
âyou riding this dick so good, baby. my perfect girlâ
the choking mixed with the praise has your head spinning. youâre grinding and bouncing faster, pussy squeezing him tight. connieâs groaning in your ear, hips thrusting up to meet you, making it even deeper.
but then he suddenly lifts you off him. you barely have time to whine at the emptiness before he lays you on your back and folds you clean in half. knees pushed all the way to your chest in a tight mating press. he slides back inside you in one smooth, deep stroke.
âoh my godââ you cry out.
connie doesnât waste time. he starts thrusting hard, deep, and nasty. the position lets him hit so deep it feels like heâs in your stomach. every stroke is long and powerful, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.
âthis what you needed, huh?â he groans, staring down at you with dark, loving eyes. one hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing while he kisses you filthy â tongue and all. âmy baby likes when i fold her up and fuck her stupid?â
youâre sobbing and moaning into his mouth, completely overwhelmed. the pleasure is insane. heâs pounding into you so good your pussy is making the wettest sounds youâve ever heard. he keeps praising you between kisses, voice rough:
âyouâre so fucking pretty when you take this dick⌠thatâs my good girl. let me feel you squirt on me, baby. i know you can.â
his strokes get faster, deeper, more aggressive. the hand around your throat tightens just enough to make your eyes flutter. youâre creaming so much itâs dripping everywhere, soaking the couch.
âconnieâ! iâmâ fuckâ iâm gonnaââ
âdo it,â he growls, kissing you again, biting your lip. âcum on this dick. squirt for me, baby. let it all go.â
it hits you like a wave. your whole body locks up then explodes â you squirt hard all over his dick and stomach, soaking him while you moan his name. your pussy clenches and pulses around him like crazy.
he buries himself deep and cums with you, groaning into your mouth as he fills you up. thick, hot spurts painting your walls while your pussy keeps milking him.
both of you shaking, moaning, riding it out together until youâre both spent and trembling.
he stays inside you for a long moment, forehead pressed against yours, breathing hard. then he kisses you soft and slow, thumb gently rubbing your throat where he choked you.
âi love you so fucking much,â he whispers against your lips, still buried deep. âbest pussy in the world⌠my pretty girl.â
youâre completely fucked out, legs still folded, body twitching with aftershocks⌠and this man is looking at you like heâs ready to go again.
connie leans in, forehead still pressed to yours, and kisses you deep and slow. you melt into it, hands cupping his face, tasting yourself on his tongue while heâs still buried inside you.
thenâ
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
the fire alarm starts screaming through the whole apartment.
you both freeze mid-kiss. eyes wide open. lips still touching.
ââŚthe cookies,â you whisper against his mouth.
connie pulls back just enough to look at you, face blank for a second before reality hits.
âshit.â
you stare at each other like two kids who just got caught. him still balls deep, you folded like a pretzel, pussy still twitching around him⌠and the damn cookies are burning to a crisp in the oven.
a beat of silence.
then you both start laughing. loud. breathless. stupid.
âi knew we shouldâve took them out,â you groan, covering your face while still giggling.
connie just shakes his head, smirking as he finally pulls out of you. âmy bad, baby.â
he gives your thigh a little smack and stands up as you both rush (naked and messy) toward the kitchen like itâs a national emergency.
he thought he put you to sleep⌠turns out you just like tiktok.
â black!f reader | fluff |
the room is quiet except for the soft glow of your phone lighting up the blankets.
youâre trying so hard not to laugh out loud, shoulders shaking as another tiktok plays. connie had just finished giving you the best dick of your life like he always does and you did fall asleep⌠but then you randomly woke up and couldnât go back to sleep.
so now youâre stuck scrolling, giggling into the pillow trying not to wake him.
next to you, connie shifts in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over.
you think heâs still asleep.
heâs not.
one eye cracks open, squinting at the light hitting his face.
âbaby⌠why arenât you asleep?â he asks, voice confused.
you pause the video, turning toward him. âi couldnât sleep.â
he slowly pushes himself up, hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep as he stares at you like you just personally betrayed him.
âcouldnât sleep?â he repeats.
you nod, already smiling because you know that look.
he frowns.
like⌠really frowns.
his brows pull together, lips pushing into a pout.
ââŚi didnât do a good job?â he asks quietly.
you blink. âwhat?â
he sits up more now, looking genuinely stressed.
âi didnât fuck you good?â he says, offended. âcause usually you be knocked out. now you wide awake laughing at tiktoks like i ainât just put in work.â
he sits up more now, blanket sliding down his chest, looking genuinely concerned.
âlike be honest,â he says, rubbing his face. âi thought i put you to sleep.â
you stare at him for half a second before bursting into laughter.
âconnieââ
ânah iâm serious,â he interrupts, pouting now. âusually you be sleep right after. you laughing and shit like i ainât just put in work.â
you laugh harder, grabbing his arm. âbaby, relax!â
he flops back onto the pillow dramatically, staring at the ceiling like his life just fell apart. âdamn. iâm losing my touch.â
âyou are so dramatic,â you giggle, scooting closer to him.
he side-eyes you suspiciously. âso⌠i did put it down on you?â
you roll your eyes, poking his cheek. âyes, you did.â
his pout disappears instantly.
âaight,â he nods seriously. âjust checking.â
you shake your head, still smiling, and he pulls you against his chest, wrapping an arm around you like heâs reclaiming property.
âput the phone down,â he mumbles, already half asleep again. âcome here.â
you rest your head against him, his heartbeat slow and warm under your ear.
thereâs silence for like⌠five seconds.
thenâ
ââŚcan i eat it?â he adds sleepily.
you snort so loud you almost fall off him. âgo to sleep, connie.â
he hums, unfazed, squeezing you tighter. âworth a try.â
you laugh into his chest.
âlove you,â he mumbles, words slurring as sleep pulls him under again.
and within seconds, heâs knocked out.
you glance at your phone one last time before switching it off, the room going dark except for the faint streetlight slipping through the curtains.
this time, wrapped up in him, you fall asleep too.
eight years, twin girls, and a love worth trying again for.
â black!f reader | angst | ex-husband ony |
a/n: hope you like it @whimpylia
if thereâs one thing onyankopon hates, itâs being divorced from you.
he knows it was for the better. he really does. the late nights arguing, the exhaustion, the way everything between you two slowly started to feel heavy instead of warm. separating was the mature decision. the responsible one.
but damn.
that doesnât mean it doesnât hurt.
because no matter how logical the divorce was, it didnât make missing you any easier.
he misses the little things the most.
living in the same house as you. waking up in the morning and hearing you already moving around the kitchen. the quiet smile youâd give him when you noticed he was watching you from the doorway. the way youâd mumble at him to stop staring so early in the morning.
he misses falling asleep next to you.
he misses the comfort of knowing you were always just a room away.
and the worst part?
you gave him the most beautiful girls heâs ever laid eyes on.
every time he looks at them, he sees pieces of you. the shape of their smiles. the way their eyes crinkle when they laugh. little reminders of the life you two built together.
how the hell is he supposed to function without you?
sometimes he almost wishes the divorce ended badly.
that you screamed at him.
that you hated him.
because maybe then it wouldâve been easier to let go.
but it didnât end like that.
no shouting.
no slammed doors.
no ugly words.
just two people who loved each other⌠realizing love alone wasnât enough anymore.
and somehow that makes it so much harder to move on.
because youâre still you.
still the woman he fell in love with.
still the mother of his daughters.
still the person his heart reaches for out of habit⌠even when youâre no longer there.
he pulls up to the house to pick up the girls.
and of course⌠his heart does that little thing.
that stupid little jump in his chest he still hasnât been able to control, no matter how many times he tells himself to act normal.
itâs just a visit.
just picking up his daughters.
nothing more.
still⌠he takes a breath before getting out the car.
when he knocks on the door, heâs already bracing himself.
but the second it opensâ
there you are.
and wow.
you look beautiful.
like⌠the kind of beautiful that knocks the air straight out of his lungs. he actually feels a little lightheaded for a second, like his brain forgot how to function.
you smile when you see him.
âhey.â
you lean forward and hug him, and heâs so damn grateful that itâs still something you two do.
âhey,â he says softly, his arms wrapping around you without even thinking.
for a second he just⌠holds you.
and god, you smell so good.
the same scent youâve always worn. warm and familiar and dangerously comforting. it almost makes him close his eyes.
then you pull away.
âiâm just finishing up with the girls,â you say. âcome in.â
he nods, stepping inside while you walk back into the house.
and he swears he didnât mean to look.
he really didnât.
but damn.
the shorts youâre wearing hug your hips perfectly, and when you walk away your ass
he almost groans.
that used to be his.
the thought hits him so fast it almost hurts.
he clears his throat, dragging a hand down his face like maybe thatâll knock some sense back into him.
god.
why does this still affect him like this?
âgirls!â you call out from down the hall. âdaddyâs here!â
immediately thereâs squealing.
little footsteps pounding across the floor as the twins come running full speed.
âdaddy!!â
onyankopon barely has time to brace himself before they jump into him, wrapping their little arms around his waist.
he laughs, bending down to scoop them up.
âhey, hey, look at yâall,â he says, hugging them tight. âmiss me already?â
they nod dramatically, talking over each other as they cling to him.
and when he glances upâ
youâre standing there watching them.
smiling.
soft.
fond.
like this little moment still belongs to both of you.
and for a secondâŚ
it almost feels like nothing ever changed.
now you would be lying if you said you didnât miss onyankoponâs fine ass.
because you do.
and honestly? you feel like he somehow got even hotter after the divorce, which shouldnât even be possible but apparently life likes to play jokes like that.
something about him now⌠the way he carries himself, the way he looks at you when he thinks youâre not paying attention.
you notice it.
of course you notice it.
the lingering looks.
the way his eyes soften when you smile.
the way he still stands a little too close when he talks to you.
and you try to ignore it.
lowkey.
because if you think about it too much your brain starts going places it really shouldnât.
but the thing isâŚ
he never stopped doing the little things.
like sending you your favorite flowers out of nowhere.
or picking you up from girlsâ night because he âjust happened to be in the area.â
you know that man does not just happen to be anywhere.
he be planning that shit.
and every time it happens you try to act normal but it makes you giggle so much.
itâs stupid.
stupid and sweet.
and honestly⌠youâre grateful.
because if thereâs one thing about onyankopon, itâs that heâs an amazing dad.
seeing him with your daughters warms your heart every single time.
the way he listens to them like everything they say matters.(it does)
the way he carries them around like they weigh nothing.
the way he never misses a chance to show up for them.
it reminds you of why you fell in love with him in the first place.
but heâs also real sneaky.
because every now and then heâll casually ask the girls questions.
âyour mama seeing anybody?â
âanyone taking her on dates?â
like he thinks theyâre not immediately gonna run back and repeat that to you word for word.
and the truth isâŚ
no.
thereâs nobody taking you on dates.
there hasnât been.
because if youâre being honest with yourself, thereâs only ever really been him.
but admitting that feels complicated.
because youâre divorced now.
and the divorce happened for a reason.
it was the right decision.
you both agreed on that.
stillâŚ
that doesnât stop you from missing him.
and sometimes when he looks at you the way he used toâŚ
you canât help but wonder if he misses you just as much.
well now youâre both at the aquarium.
why?
because your precious daughters begged to go, and honestly you can never say no to them.
it wouldnât be the first time you and onyankopon had done things together as a family after the divorce. you both agreed that no matter what happened between you two, your girls deserved memories with both their parents.
so here you are.
walking through the huge glass tunnels while fish glide over your heads.
the girls are losing their minds.
âlook mommy!!â one of them squeals, pressing her little hands against the glass. âthat one is HUGE!â
ony laughs beside you. âthatâs not huge, baby. wait until you see the sharks.â
both girls gasp dramatically.
âSHARKS???â
you laugh softly, watching them run ahead to the next tank.
and for a moment⌠it feels normal.
like old times.
but then you notice it.
onyankopon.
heâs too close.
not obvious enough for anyone to call it out, but definitely close enough that you feel the warmth from his arm every time you stop walking.
he leans slightly toward the glass.
âyo, look at that one.â
you squint. âwhich one?â
âright there.â
ââŚony there are like fifty fish in this tank.â
he chuckles.
ânah, the blue one.â
you lean closer to the glass, confused, trying to figure out what heâs pointing at.
âi literally do not seeââ
suddenly he steps right behind you.
close.
too close.
his chest almost brushing your back as his arm comes up beside you, pointing directly at the glass.
âthat one.â
your breath hitches before you can stop it.
oh.
now you see it.
but honestly youâre not even looking at the fish anymore.
youâre too aware of how close he is.
the warmth of him.
the way his voice dropped a little when he leaned in.
you swallow, stepping forward a little.
âoh,â you mumble. âyeah⌠i see it.â
he hums behind you like he knows exactly what he just did.
and the worst part?
you let him.
because if youâre being honestâŚ
you kind of wanted him to.
eventually the day continues.
the girls drag both of you around the entire aquarium, running from tank to tank like theyâre on a mission.
you all end up laughing, taking pictures, arguing over which fish is the cutest.
later you all sit down at a little cafĂŠ inside the aquarium to eat.
the girls are talking over each other about dolphins and sharks while you try to keep them from spilling their drinks.
ony sits across from you, watching.
quiet.
soft smile on his face.
âmommy mommy,â one of the girls says, âdaddy said sharks can smell one drop of blood from like⌠really far away!â
you raise an eyebrow at him.
âwhy would you tell them that?â
he shrugs. âitâs educational.â
âtheyâre gonna start crying in the bathtub tonight.â
âtheyâll be fine.â
you roll your eyes, taking a bite of your food.
ony suddenly speaks again.
âyou wanna try this?â
you glance up.
âwhat is it?â
âsome shrimp thing.â
you shrug. âsure.â
you expect him to slide the plate toward you.
insteadâ
he picks up his fork.
and holds it toward you.
you blink.
ââŚony.â
he just raises an eyebrow like itâs completely normal.
âwhat?â
you look at the girls.
theyâre too busy arguing about jellyfish to notice.
you sigh.
ââŚyouâre annoying.â
but you lean forward anyway and take the bite.
his eyes stay on you the whole time.
watching.
like heâs studying every little reaction on your face.
you chew.
ââŚokay wait thatâs actually good.â
he grins.
you shake your head, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck.
meanwhile heâs just watching you interact with the girls.
the way you wipe their mouths.
the way you laugh when they say something ridiculous.
and the feeling in his chest?
itâs heavy.
full.
like love that never went anywhere.
he honestly doesnât know what he would do without the three of you.
by the time you leave the aquarium the sky is dark.
and suddenlyâ
rain.
heavy.
âoh hell nah,â you mutter.
the girls laugh while you rush them to the car.
by the time you get home theyâre exhausted.
the aquarium plus the sugar plus the excitement completely knocked them out.
you tuck them into bed while ony helps change them into pajamas.
within minutes theyâre asleep.
the house finally quiets.
you walk back into the living room and notice the rain hitting the windows harder now.
ony stands near the door, keys in his hand.
you glance outside.
ââŚyou know you can wait until the rain slows down.â
he pauses.
âyou sure?â
you shrug, trying to act casual.
âyeah. itâs pouring.â
he nods slowly.
âaight.â
you walk toward the couch.
âyou wanna watch a movie or something?â
he smirks slightly.
âdepends.â
you narrow your eyes.
âon what?â
âyou picking something good.â
you scoff.
âwow.â
âiâm just saying, last time you picked that sad movie and had everybody crying.â
âit was a good movie!â
âyou traumatized the kids.â
you laugh, grabbing the remote.
âthey were fine.â
you sit on the couch and he sits beside you.
not super close.
but not far either.
the rain taps against the windows.
the room lit softly by the tv screen.
you scroll through movies while he leans back into the couch.
after a moment he glances at you.
ââŚyou had fun today?â
you look over at him.
soft smile.
âyeah.â
a pause.
âthe girls definitely did.â
he nods.
âyeah.â
another quiet moment settles between you.
the kind that feels heavy but comfortable.
then he looks at you again.
ââŚyou look happy today.â
you blink.
ââŚwhat?â
he shrugs slightly.
âjust saying.â
you stare at the tv again, trying to ignore the way your heart just did a weird little flip.
âyouâre weird.â
he chuckles quietly.
but his eyes linger on you just a second longer than they should.
and the tension between you?
yeah.
itâs still very much there.
you guys end up watching the notebook (onyâs idea), which is honestly crazy because you both loved that movie. youâre halfway through it, the room quiet except for the tv, when ony suddenly grabs your attention.
âyou remember what today is?â
you freeze a little.
you had been avoiding this day if youâre being honest. trying to act like it didnât exist, like the date wasnât sitting in the back of your mind all week.
you sigh softly.
âyeah,â you murmur. âour anniversary.â
today wouldâve been eight years.
two years dating. five years married.
then⌠the divorce.
crazy how life works, right? because today wouldâve looked so different if things had gone another way.
ony nods slowly, eyes still on the tv even though heâs clearly not watching it anymore.
âeight years,â he repeats quietly. âthatâs⌠a long time.â
the silence stretches between you two.
then he looks over at you.
âdo you miss it?â he asks.
you blink.
âmiss what?â
he swallows.
âus.â
your chest tightens.
âonyââ
âjust answer me,â he says softly. âplease.â
you donât say anything right away.
and before you can, he lets out a shaky breath.
âiâll tell you first.â
he shifts on the couch, turning his body toward you completely now.
âi miss you,â he says.
his voice is quiet, but it feels heavy in the room.
âi miss you so much it actually hurts sometimes.â
your heart drops.
âi miss waking up next to you. i miss the way you used to steal the blankets and then pretend you didnât. i miss the way you used to talk in your sleep.â he lets out a small laugh that quickly fades. âi miss coming home and hearing your voice in the house.â
he looks down at his hands.
âi miss our family.â
your eyes start burning.
âand i know what youâre probably gonna say,â he continues. âthat maybe it was for the better. that maybe things had to end the way they did.â
he shakes his head slowly.
âbut i regret it.â
his voice cracks slightly.
âevery single day.â
he reaches over, taking your hand in his.
âi regret every argument where i chose pride instead of choosing you. every moment where i thought we had more time to fix things. every night i went to sleep angry instead of pulling you close and just⌠loving you.â
tears start sliding down your cheeks.
onyâs thumb rubs softly over your hand.
âdo you know what the worst part is?â he asks quietly.
you shake your head.
âpretending iâm okay without you.â
he lets out a weak laugh.
âeveryone thinks i moved on. everyone thinks iâm fine.â
he looks up at you again, eyes glossy.
âbut iâm not.â
your breathing becomes uneven.
âiâm not fine without you. iâve never been fine without you.â
his grip on your hand tightens slightly.
âi tried, you know. i tried to convince myself that what we had wasnât that special. that maybe one day iâd meet someone else and it would feel the same.â
he shakes his head again.
âbut it doesnât. it never does.â
his voice drops softer.
âbecause the love i had with you⌠i donât think that kind of love happens twice.â
your tears fall faster now.
âyou gave me everything,â he continues. âyou gave me a home. you gave me memories iâll carry for the rest of my life. you gave me our daughters.â
his voice breaks.
âthe most beautiful girls in the world.â
he squeezes his eyes shut for a second before looking at you again.
âand i lost you.â
you try to speak, but nothing comes out.
âi shouldâve fought harder,â he whispers. âfor us. for our love. for our marriage.â
his thumb brushes away one of your tears.
âbecause you were never just my wife.â
he pauses.
âyou were my person.â
your chest feels like itâs breaking open.
âyou still are.â
the room is so quiet you can hear both of your breathing.
âi love you,â he says softly.
his voice is steady now, like heâs finally letting everything out.
âi loved you then. i love you now. and iâll love you for the rest of my life.â
another tear slips down your cheek.
âin whatever universe exists⌠in whatever lifetime we get⌠iâll always find my way back to you.â
his forehead lowers slightly toward yours.
âbecause youâre it for me.â
your lips tremble.
âyouâre the love of my life.â
your voice finally comes out, barely above a whisper.
âonyâŚâ
you shake your head a little, overwhelmed.
âiâŚâ
you swallow hard.
âi love you.â
before you can say anything else, ony pulls you into a kiss.
itâs soft at first.
hesitant.
like heâs scared you might disappear.
but when you kiss him back, really kiss him back, the years of distance between you both disappear all at once.
when he pulls away slightly, his forehead rests against yours.
his hand gently cups your cheek.
âyou donât have to explain it, baby.â
his thumb brushes your tear-streaked skin.
âi feel it too.â
you lean forward again, chasing his lips, kissing him like youâve both been holding it in for year slow at first, then desperate, tongues sliding, breaths mingling like youâre trying to pour every missed second back into each other.
his hands cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks, wiping away the dampness.
when he finally pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead rests against yours, eyes searching, soft and scared all at once.
âi donât wanna rush you into anything,â he whispers,, thumb tracing your bottom lip.
you shake your head, fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him closer. âi want you,â you say, soft but sure, voice trembling just a little.
his breath catches. something raw flickers in his eyes relief, guilt, love, all tangled up. he lifts you like you weigh nothing,he kicks the bedroom door open gently, lays you back on the bed.he chases your lips again, kissing you deep, languid, like heâs memorizing every taste, every sigh. his hands roam down your sides, under your shirt, peeling it off with reverence, kissing the newly bared skin as itâs revealed collarbone, the dip between your breasts, the soft plane of your stomach.
when he reaches the waistband of your leggings, he pauses, looking up at you. his eyes are dark, pupils blown, but thereâs so much tenderness there it makes your chest ache.
you nod, heart hammering. he slides them down with your panties in one slow drag, letting his fingertips trail the entire length of your legs, raising goosebumps. then heâs between your thighs, spreading you open gently, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin at the crease of your hips. he just looks for a second eyes tracing every inch like heâs seeing you for the first time in years.
âstill the prettiest thing iâve ever seen,â he murmurs, almost to himself, before leaning in.
his mouth is warm, soft at first lips brushing your clit in a feather-light kiss that makes you gasp. then he sucks gentle, slow pulls that have your hips lifting off the bed. his tongue circles lazy, deliberate, tasting you like heâs savoring every drop.
two thick fingers slide inside, curling just right, pumping slow while his tongue works your clit in steady, unrelenting strokes.
youâre creaming almost immediately thick, white, coating his fingers. your thighs tremble, breath coming in short, broken whimpers. âonyââ his name leaves you like a plea, fingers threading into his hair, holding him there.
âthatâs it, baby,â he murmurs against your pussy, voice muffled.
he doesnât rush. he takes his time sucking, licking, curling his fingers deeper, finding that spot that makes your back arch and your toes curl. your moans turn into soft sobs, pleasure building slow and overwhelming until it crashes over you.
you cum hard pussy pulsing around his fingers, wetness flooding his mouth, thighs shaking. he laps you through it, slow and greedy, until youâre whimpering from overstimulation, tugging weakly at his hair.
only then does he pull back, sucking his fingers clean, eyes locked on yours the entire time. he strips slow shirt first, then pants, boxers until heâs bare above you, skin warm, muscles flexing under the low light from the bedside lamp. he climbs back over you, pushing your thighs to your chest, folding you open. the thick head of his dick rubs against your clit slow circles, teasing, making you whine and twitch.
âplease,â you breathe, voice wrecked.
he pushes in slow, inch by inch both of you moaning at the stretch, the heat, the rightness of it. he bottoms out, hips flush to yours, and for a long moment he just stays there, buried deep, letting you feel him throb inside you.
he starts moving slow, deep thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot, making your toes curl, your breath hitch. the wet sounds of your bodies fill the room slick, obscene, echoing. you hold onto his shoulders, nails digging in, anchoring yourself to him like heâs the only solid thing in the world.
âyou feel so good,â he groans, voice breaking a little. âso fuckinâ perfect. missed this missed you.â
your eyes stay locked, love and heat and years of longing pouring between you. every thrust pushes you higher, pleasure building so thick it almost hurts. your hands are everywhereâl gripping his biceps, sliding up to his neck, pulling him closer. he leans down, kissing you messy and deep, tongues tangling, swallowing each otherâs moans.
the angle is brutal in the best way heâs stretching you wide, dragging against your front wall on every pull-out, punching your g-spot on every thrust in. your pussyâs a mess creamy, swollen, gripping him like she never wants to let go.
your eyes flutter threatening to roll back again but you fight it, wanting to see him, wanting him to see you fall apart.
mid-thrustâwhen he grinds in deep and holds it there, letting you feel him throb inside you you surge up suddenly. cup his face with both hands, pull him down, and kiss him like youâre drowning and heâs air. itâs messy tongues sliding, lips crashing, little desperate moans swallowed between you.
your legs tighten around him, heels digging into his back, pulling him closer, deeper, like you canât get enough. you pull back breathless, foreheads pressed together.
âthis my pussy?â he asks, voice wrecked, hips still rolling slow.
âyes,â you nod, tears pricking your eyesânot from pain, from everything. âonly yours.â
the grip of your pussy has him biting his lip, eyes squeezing shut for a second. âfuck⌠missed being inside you so much,â he whispers, voice cracking.
you both climb higher together moans mixing, breaths syncing, bodies trembling. the pleasure coils tighter, unbearable, perfect.
âi love you,â you gasp against his mouth.
âi love you,â he groans back, voice raw.
you cum at the same time your pussy clenching hard around him, milking him as you squirt, soaking his stomach, the sheets. he buries himself deep, groaning low and broken, spilling inside you hot, thick pulses that make you shudder. sweet nothings tumble out between youâi missed you,â ânever letting you go again,â âmine,â âyours,â âiâm sorry,â âi know, baby, i knowâuntil youâre both spent, trembling.
he pulls out slow, careful, then collapses beside you, rolling so his head rests on your chest, ear over your racing heart. his arm drapes heavy across your waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.
the room is quiet except for the sound of your breathing slowly calming down.
onyâs head is resting on your chest, his arm wrapped around your waist while your fingers lazily play with the hair at the back of his head. neither of you say anything for a moment, just laying there, letting everything settle.
after a few seconds he lifts his head slightly, looking down at you.
âyou okay?â he asks softly.
you nod, still catching your breath a little. âyeah.â
he presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder before carefully sitting up.
âstay right there,â he murmurs.
you watch him walk toward the bathroom, still a little dazed, the sheets pulled loosely around your body. you hear the sink run for a moment before he comes back with a damp cloth and a small towel.
ony climbs back onto the bed beside you, his movements gentle.
âcâmere,â he says quietly.
he helps you sit up slightly, the sheet still wrapped around you, and carefully cleans you up, making sure youâre comfortable the whole time. his touch is soft, careful, like youâre something precious.
âyou sure youâre okay?â he asks again, glancing at your face.
you smile a little. âiâm good, ony.â
he nods, satisfied, before standing again and grabbing a bottle of water from the nightstand.
âdrink,â he says, handing it to you.
you laugh softly but take it, sipping while he takes a few drinks himself before setting it back down.
then he slips back under the covers and immediately pulls you against him.
your head settles against his chest while his arm wraps around you, holding you close like he never wants to let go again.
for a while neither of you speak.
his fingers trace slow circles along your arm while you listen to his heartbeat.
âi missed this,â he whispers eventually.
you tilt your head slightly. âwhat?â
âthis,â he murmurs, squeezing you gently. âholding you.â
your chest warms.
you cuddle closer into him, your leg tangling with his under the blanket.
a few quiet minutes pass before ony suddenly shifts a little.
âwait here,â he says.
you blink. âwhere are you going now?â
he just smiles a little and leans over to the floor, reaching into the back pocket of his pants.
you watch curiously as he pulls out a small box.
your eyebrows lift.
âonyâŚ?â
he sits back against the headboard beside you, looking slightly nervous now.
âokay so⌠this was supposed to happen earlier,â he admits.
you sit up a little more, the blanket slipping slightly as you stare at the small box in his hands.
âwhat do you mean earlier?â
he opens it.
inside is a ring.
your breath catches.
âi was gonna give this to you in the living room,â he says, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. âand ask if we could try again.â
your eyes widen.
ony glances down at the two of you under the blanket, both of you obviously naked.
he lets out a small laugh.
âbut⌠uh⌠we kinda got distracted.â
you follow his gaze and then start laughing too.
âony!â
he grins, shaking his head a little.
âyeah⌠not exactly how i planned it.â
your eyes move back to the ring, still stunned.
he looks at you again, his expression turning soft.
âbut the questionâs still the same.â
he gently takes your hand.
âwill you try again with me?â he asks quietly. â
your throat tightens.
your eyes fill with tears again, but this time youâre smiling.
âyeah,â you whisper.
ony blinks. âyeah?â
you nod, laughing softly through the emotion.
âyeah, ony. iâll try again.â
his face immediately lights up in that familiar way you missed so much.
âcome here,â he murmurs.
he carefully slides the ring onto your finger.
it fits perfectly.
you both stare at it for a second before you suddenly throw your arms around him.
he laughs softly, hugging you tightly against his chest.
âi love you,â he murmurs into your hair.
you squeeze him back.
âi love you too.â
you stay like that for a moment before a thought suddenly hits you.
you pull back slightly.
âwait.â
ony looks down at you. âwhat?â
you blink at him.
âwe have so much explaining to do to the girls.â
for a second thereâs silence.
then both of you burst out laughing.
ony groans playfully, dropping his head back against the headboard.
âyeah⌠we definitely do.â
you giggle, cuddling back into his chest.
his arm wraps around you again, pulling you close.
âweâll figure it out,â he says softly.
you smile against his skin.
âtogether this time.â
and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head as the two of you stay tangled together under the blankets.
armin for a long time has been trying to prove that you are in-fact his wife, for some reason no one believes that you guys are actually married in fact they donât even believe you exist. this all started when one of his co-workers noticed the picture frame on his desk.
âhold on,â the guy says, squinting at the photo. âwho is that?â
armin looks up from his computer, casual. âmy wife.â
silence.
ââŚyour what?â
âmy wife,â armin repeats, slower this time, like maybe he misheard him the first time.
the guy laughs. actually laughs. âyeah, okay. good one.â
armin frowns. âiâm serious.â
âno way,â another co-worker chimes in, rolling their chair over. âarmin, be real. thatâs not your wife.â
âwhy wouldnât she be?â armin asks, already defensive.
âbecause,â the guy gestures at the picture, âlook at her. youâre telling me she married you?â
armin blinks. ââŚyes?â
they all stare at him like he just told the funniest joke in the world.
âbro,â the first guy says, shaking his head, âthatâs either a celebrity, a model, or ai-generated.â
âsheâs not ai,â armin snaps. âsheâs real. sheâs literally my wife.â
âthen where is she?â someone asks.
âat home,â armin says.
âso youâre telling me,â the first one says, pointing at the picture, âyou pulled that?â
armin frowns. âwhat is that supposed to mean.â
âIt means,â the guy shrugs, âshe looks fake. like influencer fake. like âshe doesnât belong with youâ fake.â
arminâs eye twitches. âsheâs literally my wife.â
âokay,â someone else chimes in, âbut have we ever seen her?â
armin opens his mouth. closes it. âshe doesnât work here?â
âexactly,â the guy nods like he just solved a mystery. âso how do we know sheâs real.â
armin sighs, rubbing his temples. âbecause i have a wedding ring. because i talk about her. because i go home to her.â
âcould be a very elaborate lie,â another one says.
armin looks around the room, genuinely offended now. âwhy would i lie about being married.â
they all shrug.
âlisten,â armin says, grabbing his phone and unlocking it, âi can literally show youââ
âpictures can be edited,â someone cuts him off.
âshe could be ai,â another adds.
armin stares at them. deadpan. âyou people are insane.â
and from that moment on, it becomes a thing. every day itâsâ
âhowâs your wife, armin?â
âtell your imaginary girl i said hi.â
âdid you photoshop that picture yourself?â
no matter how many photos he shows, no matter how many times he says wife, married, legally, they still look at him like heâs joking.
and thatâs when armin decides.
fine.
if they donât believe you exist now, they will soon.
after that whole interaction armin comes home looking all pouty, bag slung over his shoulder a little harder than usual. youâre on the couch, half paying attention to whateverâs on tv when he drops down next to you with the biggest sigh ever.
âcan you believe that,â he starts immediately, running a hand through his hair, âthey donât think iâm married to you.â
you turn your head slowly to look at him. ââŚwhat?â
âthey think iâm lying,â he says, genuinely offended. âlike i just made you up. one of them literally said, âarmin, be serious.ââ
you blink. then you laugh. like, actually laugh.
âarmin,â you say, smiling, âyou come home to me every night. i sleep in your bed. i wear your shirts. i steal your hoodies. how am i not real?â
he groans, leaning back against the couch. âthatâs what iâm saying. i showed them your picture and they were like, âno way.ââ
you crawl a little closer, resting your head on his shoulder. âso basically⌠they donât believe you pulled me.â
he doesnât answer right away, which tells you everything.
ââŚyeah,â he admits quietly.
you laugh again, softer this time, pressing a kiss to his arm. âaww. poor baby. must be so hard being married to someone so hot.â
he looks down at you, still pouting but clearly feeling a little better. âitâs not funny.â
âit is a little funny,â you tease. âbut hey, who cares what they think? you know iâm real. i know iâm real.â
he hums, eyes softening. âyeah⌠i guess.â
you tilt your head, smiling like youâre up to something. âi mean,â you say casually, âi might know a way to make you feel better.â
his eyebrows lift immediately. âyeah?â
you nod, innocent. âmhmm.â
and just like that, the pout is gone.
you might wonder why everyoneâs in such disbelief that you exist. honestly? itâs probably because youâre that fine. too fine. unreal beauty. and to arminâs co-workers, thereâs just no way armin managed to pull a woman that looks like you. so clearly, in their minds, youâre either a stock photo, a model he googled, or a very elaborate lie.
so when armin casually mentions that the company christmas party is coming up and that heâll be bringing his wife, the reactions are⌠loud.
armin leans back in his chair, annoyed. âsheâs coming to the christmas party.â
that shuts them up.
âoh?â the guy raises an eyebrow. âso sheâs finally leaving the witness protection program?â
âoh yeah? she finally gonna leave canada and show up?â one guy laughs.
ânah, sheâs real but she goes to another company,â another one adds, snickering.
âarmin, just say youâre single. itâs okay,â someone else says, patting his shoulder like they pity him.
arminâs eye twitches.
âsheâs coming,â he says, a little firmer this time.
they all look at each other.
âsure,â one of them says slowly. âand iâm bringing rihanna.â
another chimes in, âwhatâs her excuse gonna be this time? food poisoning? âmodel scheduleâ too busy?â
arminâs ears turn red. âsheâs real,â he insists. âsheâs my wife.â
âprove it,â someone laughs. âno photoshop this time.â
the thing is, armin doesnât even argue back anymore. he just smiles to himself, already knowing what they donât.
because in a few weeks, heâs walking into that party with you on his arm.
and suddenly, no oneâs gonna be laughing.
the day is finally here and armin has been a lil too excited for today. like⌠suspiciously excited. right now youâre in your little element, sitting at your vanity, music low, doing your makeup. lashes on, gloss perfect. you already know youâre about to eat.
you get dressed, slipping into a simple black mini dressânothing too crazy, but it hugs you right. your hair falls in soft black waves over one shoulder, shiny and bouncy, exactly how you like it. you grab your bag, slide into your red bottom heels, and do a little final look in the mirror. yeah. you snapped.
when you walk out, armin looks up and freezes.
like actually freezes.
ââŚoh,â he says. then blinks. then stares again. âoh wow.â
you laugh. âwhat?â
he stands there for a second too long, hand rubbing the back of his neck. âiââ he exhales, shaking his head. âhow did i pull you?â
you burst out laughing. âarmin?â
âno, seriously,â he says, eyes dragging over you again, half in disbelief. âthis feels illegal. like i tricked the system or something.â
you walk up to him, fixing his collar, smiling. âyouâre married to me. relax.â
he laughs nervously. âi know, i know, it justââ he gestures at you. âyou look insane. my coworkers are gonna think i paid an actress.â
you peck his lips. âready to shock your coworkers?â
he nods, still staring. âyeah,â then quietly adds, âiâm never gonna hear the end of this.â
you grin. mission accomplished.
you both finally get to the party and you can immediately tell.
the pauses.
the way conversations literally stop mid-sentence.
the way people blink like theyâre buffering.
armin squeezes your hand, already smiling because yeah⌠he sees it too.
âuhâ hey guys,â he says, a little proud, a little nervous. âthis is my wife.â
silence.
actual silence.
the guy whoâs been talking the most at work just stares at you, then at armin, then back at you again like heâs checking for a glitch.
ââŚwife?â
âas in⌠married married?â
âlike⌠legally?â
you smile sweetly, giving a little wave. âhi.â
another coworker leans forward squinting. âwait. youâre real?â
âunfortunately,â you say, deadpan. âi exist full-time.â
someone actually laughs nervously. ânah because this is crazy. armin, you said your wife was hot butââ
âbut you thought i was lying?â armin cuts in, offended but also clearly enjoying himself.
a girl whispers a little too loud, âoh my god⌠thatâs her?â
another one goes, âthe desk picture girl???â
the same dude from before shakes his head slowly. âbro⌠i owe you an apology. i really thought that was a stock photo.â
you gasp dramatically. âa stock photo???â
armin groans. âsee what i deal with?â
someone else adds, âso youâre telling me you come home to that every night?â
armin shrugs, smug now. âyeah.â
âthatâs sick,â another coworker mutters. âthatâs actually sick.â
you lean into armin, smiling up at him. âyou okay? you look like you just won an argument youâve been having for months.â
he whispers back, âi feel so vindicated.â
by the time he finishes introducing you, people are still staring, still whispering, still clearly trying to figure out how.
and honestly?
you kinda love it.
you smile politely, playing nice, but inside youâre eating it up just a little. whispers start floating around, heads leaning together, people suddenly a lot more interested in small talk. armin stays glued to your side, hand resting on your lower back like heâs been waiting for this moment forever. you can feel his pride, the way his chest sits a little higher now.
one of his coworkers clears his throat awkwardly.
ââŚso, uhâhi. iâm thomas.â
you smile. âhi, thomas.â
he blinks. once. twice. then looks at armin.
âsheâshe talks.â
another coworker chimes in, wine glass frozen halfway to her mouth.
âwait. sheâs real real?â
armin sighs like heâs been fighting this battle all year. âi told you she was real.â
someone mutters, âi thought that picture was ai.â
âor a model,â another adds.
âor a prank,â someone else says.
you tilt your head, sweet as ever. âwow. should i be offended or flattered?â
the group laughs nervously. armin squeezes your waist.
âsee?â he says, a little smug now. âwife. married. legally.â
you lean in close, voice low so only he can hear.
âsoâŚâ you murmur, eyes sparkling, âyou happy now? finally proved you werenât lying?â
armin lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
âyou have no idea,â he whispers back. âi feel like i just won a lifelong argument.â
âmm,â you tease, pretending to look around. âall that stress over me? crazy.â
he opens his mouth to reply, but then you feel it his hand tightens just slightly at your back. before you can say another word, he turns you toward him and kisses you. not rushed, deliberate. confident. like heâs been waiting all night to do it.
from across the room someone mutters, âi owe him twenty bucks.â
and of course armin felt a lot of pride knowing he proved all his co workers wrong he flaunted you all over the scene, making sure itâs known you are his wife and you youâre definitely loving the attention feeling yourself.
now you are definitely enjoying this party a little too much. free liquor, free food, good music? yeah, youâre winning. youâre on your third drink, cheeks warm, laugh a little louder than usual, body swaying happily to whatever song just came on. armin, meanwhile, is in full panic-but-trying-to-be-cool mode.
his hand finds your waist as you lean into him, drink in hand.
âokayyy,â he says gently, voice low near your ear, âmaybe⌠slow down a little?â
you look up at him with big innocent eyes. âslow down? armin this is basically a work hazard.â
he sighs. âyouâve had three.â
âthree is a friendly number.â
âitâs not a friendly number when youâre dancing on me in front of my boss.â
you giggle, immediately proving his point by grinding your hips just a little more. armin freezes, eyes darting around the room. âbabyâ pleaseââ
âwhat?â you grin. âiâm supporting my husband.â
someone walks by and gives them a look. armin tightens his grip on you. âyouâre gonna get me fired.â
âmm,â you hum, taking another sip, âworth it.â
he gently takes the glass from your hand, replacing it with water like a man diffusing a bomb. âdrink this. just for a bit.â
you squint at the cup. âthis is not vodka.â
âexactly.â
you pout dramatically. âyouâre no fun.â
he smiles despite himself, brushing his thumb across your cheek. âiâm having fun. i just need you to still be standing when we get home.â
you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. âyouâre stressed.â
âbecause my insanely hot wife is tipsy and everyone here is watching.â
you kiss his cheek, loud and exaggerated. âlet them watch.â
he groans softly, resting his forehead against yours. âi knew bringing you was a bad idea.â
âliar,â you say sweetly. âyou love this.â
he exhales, defeated, but smiling. âyeah,â he admits. âi really do.â
and just like that, he pulls you closer, one arm firm around your waist, keeping you steady while you sway together armin half-stressed, half-proud, already knowing heâs not winning this one.
you finally end up leaving with everyone shouting goodbyes, a few of his coworkers yelling your name like youâre a celebrity now. arminâs hand is firm on your waist as he guides you toward the car because you are definitely past tipsy.
âokay, okayâslow down,â he laughs, trying to keep you from tripping in your heels.
âiâm fine,â you giggle, immediately proving you are not.
he opens the passenger door and you just stand there smiling at him.
ââŚwhy are you looking at me like that?â he asks.
âyouâre handsome,â you say very seriously.
he sighs, smiling anyway. âthis is my fault. i shouldâve never let you get past drink two.â
âdrink three was important,â you argue as he gently buckles you in. âfor morale.â
âfor chaos,â he corrects, tapping your nose before closing the door.
the drive home is chill, city lights passing by, armin relaxed again now that youâre safely seated. then partition comes on.
âohhhh my god,â you gasp like itâs the greatest moment of your life. âthis my soooong.â
âoh no,â armin mutters under his breath.
you turn the volume up anyway.
âdriver roll up the partition pleeeaseâ
your words are slurred, half-sung, half-mumbled, completely off beat.
âbabyââ
âi donât need yooou seeinâ yonce on her kneeeesâ
youâre swaying in your seat, hand dramatically pressed to your chest like youâre performing for a sold-out crowd. armin tries so hard to keep a straight face, gripping the steering wheel, but heâs already smiling.
âyouâre drunk,â he says, amused and stressed at the same time.
âtook forty-five minutes to get all dressed up
and we ainât even gonna make it to the cluââyou pause, squinting. ââclub.â
armin lets out a laugh despite himself. âwow. beautiful vocals.â
you grin at him, slow and mischievous, eyes heavy-lidded. then you shift in your seat.
and suddenlyâ
something lands softly in his lap.
he feels it before he even looks.
he glances down for half a second.
your thong.
he looks down.
then at you.
youâre already watching him, chin tilted, eyes heavy-lidded, innocent little smile like you didnât just start a war
he doesnât say a word.
doesnât react.
just looks back at the road, shakes his head slightly, and lets out the quietest chuckle like he already knows youâre definitely getting it tonight.
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you honestly donât know if itâs bad to fuck your employer⌠but when your employer is fine as hell, morals start to look real flexible.
youâve been babysitting for toji for a while now everything was normal until one night it wasnât, and now youâve been âsleeping overâ a lot more than the average babysitter should. yeah, itâs gotten that far.
megumiâs finally knocked out for the night, and youâre just finishing up the dishes when you hear the front door unlock.
the moment toji steps in you can tell oh, heâs pissed. irritated. tense. the kind of mood that ends in you being ruined.
your eyes meet and he heads straight for you.
âhi,â you say softly.
âhi,â he mutters back voice low and rough before grabbing your waist and kissing you like heâs trying to bite the day out of his system.
his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing so hard you squeak into his mouth. he finally pulls back, breathing heavy, forehead resting against yours.
ârough day at work?â you ask, teasing a little, fingers already tracing circles on his chest.
âsomething like that,â he grumbles.
âmegumiâs down?â
you nod. âfast asleep.â
his jaw flexes oh yeah, he needed that news. needed you, specifically.
you tug him closer, lips brushing his. âyouâre so tense, toji⌠let me help you relax.â
and just like that, all that frustration melts right into your hands.
you kiss him slow, lazy, standing between his spread thighs while he leans back against the kitchen counter. the house is quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the wet sounds yâall keep making.
his big hands slide down to your ass, squeezing once before you pull back with that little smirk he loves.
âhold on, baby,â you whisper, sinking down to your knees right there on the cold tile.
toji watches you, arms crossed over his chest, you unbuckle his belt slow, metal clinking loud in the quiet kitchen, then pop the button, drag the zipper down tooth by tooth. his dickâs already straining against his boxer briefs, thick ass outline making your mouth water.
you tug everything down just enough and he springs outâheavy, veiny, flushed dark at the tip, a fat bead of precum already dripping. you donât even play. you wrap your lips around the head and sink down slow, letting him feel every inch of your throat opening up for him.
âfuck,â he mutters, head knocking back against the cabinet for a second before his eyes snap right back to you.
you take him deeper, till your nose brushes his pelvis and your throat flutters around him. eyes water instantly, you pull back sloppy, spit stringing from your lips to his tip, then dive back down, cheeks hollow, tongue flat against the underside.
âjust like thatâshit,â he groans, big hand coming down to gather your hair into a messy ponytail, wrapping it tight around his fist. âsuck that dick like you missed it, baby.â
you do. you get nasty with it.
hand stroking the base in perfect twist with your mouth, slurping loud and sloppy, drool dripping down his balls and onto the floor between his feet. every time you choke he tugs your hair a little harder, forcing you back down till your throat bulges.
âlook so fuckinâ pretty chokinâ on me,â he rasps, hips starting to roll now, fucking your face slow and deep. âthat throat was made for this dick, wasnât it?â
you can only hum around him, vibrating his whole length, tears and spit mixing on your chin. you pull off just enough to breathe, stroking him fast and messy, tongue flicking the slit before you sink all the way back down again.
âgoddamnâmessy ass girl,â he growls, watching the strings of spit connect your lips to his dick every time you come up for air. âdroolinâ all over my shit like a slut. you want this nut down your throat or what?â
you try to nod, but heâs already fucking your mouth harder, using that ponytail like a handle, balls slapping your chin with every thrust.
ânahâfuckââ he suddenly yanks you off with a wet pop, chest heaving, dick angry-red and shining with your spit. âget up. i wanna cum inside that pussy.â
youâre still coughing, lips swollen, eyes watery, but he doesnât even let you catch your breath. one second youâre standing, the next tojiâs big hands are under your thighs and heâs hoisting you clean onto the kitchen island like you weigh nothing. cold granite bites your ass through the thin leggings and you gasp into his mouth.
âshh,â he mutters against your lips, already kissing you filthy and slow, tongue deep, swallowing every sound before it can get loud.
his palm slides between your legs, rubbing your pussy through the leggings hard, feeling how soaked you already are. you moan into his mouth, hips rolling on instinct.
âfuck, feel that?â he rasps, pressing harder. âdick ainât even in yet and youâre already ruining these.â
he doesnât waste time. hooks his fingers in the waistband and yanks your leggings and panties down in one rough pull, letting them dangle off one ankle. you giggleâhigh and breathlessâuntil he spreads your thighs wide, stepping between them,and slaps that heavy dick against your bare clit.
once. twice. three fat taps that make you jolt and bite down on a squeak.
âquiet,â he warns, smirking, lining up. the tip nudges your entrance, slides up, spreads your slick everywhere. âopen that shit up for me.â
then he pushes inâslow, thick, relentless. one long stroke that has your eyes rolling back instantly, mouth falling open on a silent scream.
âfuckâtojiââ you choke, hands flying to his chest, nails digging into his shirt as he splits you open.
he slams a hand over your mouth, leans in close, and starts thrustingâdeep, nasty, controlled strokes that make the island creak under yâall.
âtold you to be quiet,â he growls against your ear, hips snapping, balls slapping your ass soft enough not to echo. âbut this pussy so wet itâs talkinâ for you. listen to that shit.â
itâs obscene lewd,wet sounds every time he pulls out and sinks back in, your slick coating him, dripping onto the counter. he keeps one hand over your mouth, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, angling you so heâs hitting that spot that makes your legs shake.
youâre whining into his palm, eyes rolling so far back he laughs under his breath.
âthere it go,â he whispers, voice dark and filthy. âpussy tryna suck me in. you love when i fold you on this counter, huh?â
you nod frantically, tears pricking, drooling against his hand.
he takes it away just long enough to kiss youâmessy, nasty, tongue fucking your mouth in time with his dickâthen puts it back when you start getting loud again.
âcum on this dick,â he hisses, thumb dropping to rub tight circles on your swollen clit. âdo it. cream all over me, baby. wanna feel that shit drip down my balls.â
your whole body locks upâback arching hard, thighs clamping around his hips, pussy fluttering like crazy. you cum with a muffled moan against his palm, squirting a little, soaking his shirt and the counter beneath you.
âfuck yes,â he groans, barely holding it together, thrusts turning sloppy. âpussy tryna milk meâhere it comeââ
he slams deep one last time and unloads, thick and hot, pulsing inside you while youâre still shaking through the aftershocks. he grinds slow, making sure you take every drop, then stays buried, kissing your neck, your sweaty forehead.
you donât even realize you spaced out until he taps your cheek lightly. âhey. you good?â his voice is that low sleepy one you kinda love. you hum and nod because honestly youâre just floating right now.
âcâmon,â he mutters as he lifts you like you weigh nothing. you cling to him like koala because hello??? muscles everywhere??? you swear you can feel every single one of them.
he carries you to the bathroom and sets you on the counter, grabbing a warm cloth. he wipes your neck, your shoulders, your stomach gentle as hell for someone who walked in the door like he was about to fight the whole building. âdid i hurt you?â he asks softly. you shake your head because absolutely not, you are thriving.
when heâs done, he hands you your comfy shorts, then pulls one of his shirts over your head. âlooks better on you anyway,â he says like itâs just a fact. you do a little smile because yeah⌠you know.
you both check on megumi still knocked out, little fist by his face. toji fixes his blanket even tho itâs not crooked. dad mode activated.
back in bed, he lays down first and then pulls you right on top of him like you belong there. big hand rubbing slow patterns on your back. you feel his breathing finally calm down.
âyou calmed down yet?â you tease into his chest.
âworking on it,â he replies, kissing your forehead. âyou make it easy.â
you grin against him, fingers tracing his collarbone. âso basically iâm like⌠a stress reliever. with legs.â
âyeah,â he says without hesitation. âmy favorite one.â
you roll your eyes but also kick your feet a little because yay.
he tucks the blanket around you, big palm resting over your hip. âsleep,â he murmurs, all raspy, already halfway there himself.
you mumble, âokayâŚbut next time you stressed you better text me first so i can prepare mentally.â
he huffs a tired laugh. ânoted.â
and just like that, his breathing slows and youâre knocked out too⌠cuddled up with your hot angry-at-work boss. life is wild.
are you the biggest flirt ever? yes. do you care? absolutely not.
today is such a good day you and ony decided to have a cute little barbecue, just the two of you, just vibing. heâs already in the pool while youâre still inside finishing up⌠then you step out in your bikini, looking too good.
ony literally freezes. mouth slightly open. eyes glued to you.
you do a lil spin for him, acting innocent. âlike what you see?â you ask, knowing damn well the answer.
âhell yeah,â he says, giving your butt a quick smack on your way to the water.
you sit on the edge while he swims a few laps, and you just watch him, all broad shoulders and back muscles and sunshine on his skin. he comes back over to you, standing between your legs, hands on your thighs. you grab his face and bring him up for a kiss.
âyou look so good, baby,â you murmur against his lips.
he chuckles, eyes soft on you. âthank you you look beautiful as always.â
you kiss along his neck, fingers tracing his arm. âyou been in the gym a lot?â you ask.
he nods. âmhm.â
âi can tell⌠i like it,â you smirk, giving him that look⌠the one that always gets him.
onyâs eyes go wide for a split second â yeah, you got him. he knows exactly what youâre suggesting.
âwhat you tryna do after all this?â he asks, voice already deeper.
you lean back on your hands, tilting your head, slow smile creeping in. âi got a couple ideasâŚâ
the way his jaw clenches? priceless. you can practically hear the gears in his head turning straight to filth.
âaightââ he suddenly clears his throat, takes a step back, all flustered. âlemme⌠uh⌠lemme get started on that barbecue.â
you bite back a laugh. oh yeah. you definitely got his ass.
while heâs doing up the barbecue you canât help but stare at this sexy man minding his business. heâs over there looking like a damn model and for what? heâs getting you hot just by breathing. so obviously, you have to disturb him.
you walk up behind him, sliding your arms around his waist, hands resting right on those pretty abs. he smells too good for your own sanity.
âthe food smells so good,â you murmur against his back.
âyeah?â he asks, still focused but you can hear that tiny laugh in his voice.
âyeah⌠itâs making me soooo hungry.â
your fingers play with the waistband of his swim shorts innocent but definitely not innocent.
âbut iâm also hungry for the chef.â
that right there has him freezing mid-flip.
âbaby,â he blurts, voice already low, âyou gonâ make me burn the food.â
you shrug like youâre innocent. âiâm sorryyy, i just wanna be all up on you. is that so bad?â
he shakes his head, trying to stay strong. âyou a menace⌠go sit down before i forget we eating first.â
âfine,â you sigh dramatically, like youâre the victim here. you kiss his shoulder, give him the cutest wink, and walk away like you didnât just ruin that manâs whole concentration.
ony watches you go, nearly flips the food onto the ground. he gotta breathe for a second before he sets this whole grill on fire.
the food is finally done so you start plating both your plates, humming to yourself like youâre not plotting this manâs downfall. you grab his favorite soda too because youâre a good girlfriend or whatever.
onyâs already sitting at the little outdoor table drying off, scrolling his phone all clueless, and you smile because ohhh he has no idea whatâs coming.
you walk over sweet as pie and set his plate down first â leaning forward just a little too much. you know damn well your tits are right in his face, almost brushing his lips. you feel the way his breath hitches⌠mission accomplished.
you swear his soul leaves his body for a second. man looks like he just saw the pearly gates. you bite your lip trying not to laugh while heâs over there blinking like he forgot how to breathe.
you take your seat across from him, acting all innocent as you dig into your food. meanwhile, heâs gripping his fork like it personally offended him. eyes glued to you, trying so hard to keep it together.
âsomething wrong baby?â you ask, tilting your head sweetly.
ânah,â he says, voice a little too deep. âjust⌠tryna eat.â
you smirk. âme too.â
âŚyou let that hang in the air because you are evil and you love it.
he shifts in his chair, clearing his throat, trying to play it cool. poor man canât even look at you without his jaw clenching.
you giggle and take another bite, proud of yourself. yep, mission âdrive my man absolutely insaneâ is going perfectly so far.
after you guys finish eating, you help him clean up a little before you both move to the sun beds. the evening breeze is warm, sky looking all pretty with that sunset glow perfect cuddling weather. so of course, you lay right on top of him like you payed for the chest.
onyâs arms wrap around you automatically, hands rubbing up and down your back while you trace shapes on his skin. he presses a kiss into your shoulder, deep sigh â heâs comfortable. maybe too comfortable.
which is exactly why you shift your hips just a little. innocent, right? thatâs what you tell yourself. onyâs breath stutters though, big hands tightening at your waist.
âwhat you doing, mama?â he mumbles into your skin, voice low and suspicious.
ânothing,â you say, fully lying. you play with the chain on his neck, nails lightly scraping his collarbone. âjust enjoying my view.â
he gives you that slow smirk, like he knows youâre plotting. âfeel like you up to no good.â
heâs right. because next thing he knows, youâre sitting up swinging a leg over to fully straddle him. no warning. no asking. menace behavior only.
âwoahâ baby,â he laughs, hands flying straight to your hips like muscle memory. you settle on him nicely, like a seat made just for you. âyou tryna kill me or what?â
âmaybeâŚâ you lean down, kissing his lips once⌠twice⌠then deeper. slow. hungry. and when you pull back, heâs already breathing different.
your fingers trail down his chest, stopping right at the waistband of those swim shorts again â your favorite button to push. you look him dead in the eyes, voice all soft and dangerous:
âi want you so bad, baby. so bad.â
ony curses under his breath, head falling back for a second like he needs strength.
âyou sure you wanna start something out here?â he asks, hands gripping your waist because he knows exactly where this is heading. âyou not gonâ let me finish that food digest?â
you giggle against his mouth, kissing him again slow, teasing, full of promise. he tries to chase your lips, already losing the battle.
poor man never stood a chance.
you kiss him slow, rolling your hips just to feel him twitch under you.
âmm,â you hum against his mouth when you feel him getting hard fast. âsomebody missed me.â
onyâs big hands slide straight to your ass, gripping two thick handfuls, squeezing like heâs checking if youâre real
you smirk, pull back just enough to kiss down his neck, tasting salt and sun on his skin. then lower over his chest, tongue flicking across his abs until youâre tugging those shorts down slow.
his dick springs out heavy and pretty, curved just right, tip already glossy.
you wrap your hand around him, stroking slow from base to tip, watching his stomach flex.
âyou like that, daddy?â you ask, voice all sweet and filthy.
he groans deep, head falling back against the lounger. âfuck yes, baby. donât stop.â
you lean down, spit on it real sloppy, then stroke faster, twisting your wrist just how he likes. but youâre too greedy tonight. you want all of him.
so you flip around reverse, ass toward his face, knees on either side of his thighs and line him up. the sunsetâs glowing off your skin, bikini bottoms pushed to the side, and you sink down slow.
âfuck, ony⌠you so big,â you moan, eyes already fluttering as he stretches you open. you stay there for a second, just stuffed full, letting your body adjust, pussy fluttering around him.
he slaps your ass hard, watching it jiggle. âmove, baby. ride that shit.â
you start bouncing slow at first, letting him feel every inch slide in and out, your cream already coating him. the sound of your ass hitting his thighs starts echoing over the quiet pool.
âjust like that,â he groans, both hands on your cheeks now, spreading you open so he can watch himself disappear inside you. âfuck, look at that pretty pussy swallowing me.
you speed up, throwing it back harder, head falling forward as your eyes roll.
âdaddyâfeels so goodââ you whine, voice shaking with every bounce.
âyeah? this dick feel good, baby?â he slaps your ass again, harder, making you yelp.
the skyâs turning purple now, sun almost gone, the way your skinâs glistening with sweat. youâre riding him reckless, ass bouncing crazy, wetness making everything sloppy and loud.
âshitâonyââ your legs start trembling.
âuh-uh, donât slow down,â he growls, thrusting up to meet you, making you take it deeper. âride that dick till you cum all over it. wanna feel that pussy squeeze me.â
you lose it.
your whole body locks up, eyes rolling all the way back, moaning loud enough somebody might hear if they walked by. you cum hard, creaming and dripping down his dick, thighs shaking like youâre breaking.
âouu shitâdaddyââ you cry, still bouncing through it, pussy fluttering like crazy.
onyâs head finally drops back, eyes rolling, groaning deep. âfuck, here it comeâtake it, babyââ
he slams up one last time and fills you up, hot and thick, hips jerking while you milk him dry.
you collapse forward, hands on his thighs, trying to catch your breath while the last bit of sunset fades behind you. he rubs slow circles on your ass, both of yâall panting.
you ease off him slow, thighs shaking, pussy still fluttering around nothing. ony sits up behind you like a damn predator, chest heaving, dick glistening with all your cream in the last bits of sunset.
âturn around for me, baby,â he says, voice low and calm, like heâs not about to wreck your whole soul. âass up. right now.â
you donât even argue. you drop to your hands and knees on the sun bed, back arched pretty, bikini bottoms still shoved to the side.
the pool lights are on now, glowing blue under yâall, making your skin shine.
he grabs your hips, lines up, and slides home in one smooth stroke no warning, just thick heat splitting you open again.
âouu yes daddyââ it rips out of you the second he bottoms out.
he pulls your hips back hard, setting a brutal pace right off the rip. skin clapping loud over the quiet pool, wet and nasty, your ass bouncing crazy against his thighs.
âfuck, look at that shit,â he groans, watching himself disappear inside you over and over. âpussy still grippinâ me after all that? greedy ass girl.â
your arms give out almost immediately, face pressed into the cushion, moaning into it like a slut. your eyes roll back, toes curling.
he reaches forward, big hand wrapping around your throat from behind, pulling you up so your backâs against his chest. he turns your head and kisses you sloppyâtongue deep, messy, swallowing every cry.
âyou like the way iâm fuckinâ you?â he mutters against your lips, hips never slowing.
âyes daddyâfuck yesââ
he slams in harder, making your whole body jolt, pussy fluttering like crazy.
âlouder,â he growls, tightening his grip on your throat just enough. âtell me who this pussy belongs to.â
âitâs yoursâdaddy itâs yoursââ youâre babbling, barely able to think, drooling a little.
he lets your hips go suddenly, still buried deep. âthen fuck back on it. show me itâs mine.â
you donât even hesitate. you throw it back hardâslamming your ass against him,whining and moaning like youâre possessed. the lounger creaks under yâall, wet sounds echoing everywhere.
âjust like thatâfuckââ he groans, head tilting back for a second before his eyes lock on the way youâre working him. âlook at you go. nasty ass girl. cream all down my dick and still tryna take more.â
your legs are burning, pussy clenching tighter and tighter. âdaddyâiâm bout to cumâpleaseââ
âcum on your dick, baby,â he says, voice dark and sweet, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a print. âsoak this shit. i wanna feel it.â
you shatter.
whole body locks up, screaming his name into the night, squirting so hard it splashes his thighs and the lounger. your pussy spasms around him crazy, cream dripping everywhere.
he grabs your hips again, fucks you through every pulse, growling deep in his chest. âthatâs itâmilk this dickâfuck you look so good when you lose itââ
two more brutal thrusts and he pulls out, jerking himself fast. hot ropes paint your ass and lower back, thick and messy, while he groans your name like it hurts.
âgoddamn, babyâŚâ he pants, slapping his dick against your ass one last time, watching the cum drip. âlook at this pretty mess you made me make.â
he collapses beside you, pulling you into his sweaty chest, kissing your shoulder, your neck, your cheek.
âyou good, mama?â he murmurs, voice soft now, rubbing slow circles on your back while yâall catch your breath under the stars and pool lights.
you can only nod, still twitching.
after all that you guys end up taking a shower, the shower is slow and warm youâre giggling like you didnât just get what you wanted five minutes ago. he keeps trying to look serious but heâs smiling the whole time because you will not stop touching him under the warm water⌠like girl, wasnât that enough for you?
once youâre both all clean, you do your skincare together like always youâre on your tiptoes rubbing moisturizer into his cheeks while he holds your waist, shaking his head because you look way too proud of yourself.
âgot what you wanted, huh?â he mutters.
âmhmm,â you hum, kissing his nose, âand i might want more later.â
âfinish sleeping first,â he laughs.
you both crash into bed, legs tangled, your head on his chest. his fingers trace lazy circles on your back, making you melt even more. you can feel sleep creeping in but youâre still wearing that smug little smile.
âbiggest flirt in the world,â he whispers against your forehead.
âand you love it,â you mumble, already drifting off.
ony kisses your temple, pulling the blanket around you.
âyeah⌠i do.â
you fall asleep right there, wrapped up in him tonight was a win for you, and he knows it.
guess whoâs pregnant. you. like⌠of course. after you and eren got married it literally did not take long for that man to get you pregnant. are we surprised? this is eren weâre talking about. he blinks too hard and suddenly youâre expecting.
anyways, you guys just celebrated your one-year anniversary and boom â baby on the way. honestly, the pregnancy has been smooth and youâre so grateful. healthy baby, healthy you, happy husband⌠life is good.
tonight is date night and youâve been saving this one dress for weeks. today is finally the day.
you slip into the closet, sliding the fabric over your body. it fits it really does but the second you turn toward the mirror, your heart sinks. this isnât how you pictured yourself looking. not tonight. not in this dress.
you run your hands over the fabric gently, eyes tracing every new curve, every change pregnancy brought. instead of feeling cute, your stomach twists. you thought youâd feel confident⌠but all you feel is uncomfortable. heavy. not like you.
it looks different on you now. you look different now.
the excitement you had just minutes ago drains right out of you, leaving that sad, sour feeling sitting in your chest. the idea of going out suddenly feels exhausting. you donât even want to open the closet door anymore. you just stand there, staring at your reflection, wishing you saw something you liked back.
something pulls you out of your thoughts â your husband going, âshit, you look good.â
of course he thinks you look good, even though you feel horrible. he wraps his arms around you from behind, lips brushing your ear.
âyou tryna get yourself pregnant again?â he whispers, kissing your temple.
thatâs when your eyes meet his in the mirror. he finally notices the way yours look glassy, the way youâre barely smiling. concern immediately covers his features.
âwhatâs wrong? what happened?â
you sigh, eyes dropping.
âyou donât think i look different?â
and the way eren reacts to that question itâs almost like you offended him.
âbaby, what?â eren looks at you like you just cursed him out.
âi mean⌠like, i gained weight, so the clothes fit a little different. i just donât like how it looks.â
âbaby.â
oh yeah⌠you definitely pissed him off now.
âyou look beautiful. youâre literally carrying my baby and youâre saying you look bad? this? beautiful.â
his tone softens as his hands slide from your waist to your belly.
âi canât invalidate your feelings⌠but baby, you look amazing. youâre carrying our baby.â
âbabyâŚâ he cups your face gently, thumbs brushing the corners of your eyes like heâs wiping away every bad thought you ever had about yourself. âdonât ever say that again.â
his voice is soft but thereâs that little edge â the how dare you talk about my wife like that edge.
âyouâre literally creating life,â he says, shaking his head like he canât believe you donât see it, âour baby. our kid. you think anything about that could ever make you look ugly?â
you try to look away but he wonât let you, turning your face back to meet his eyes in the mirror.
âi donât care if your body changes. itâs supposed to. that just means our baby is growing. that just means weâre doing this together.â
he leans down, kissing your cheek, your jaw, the spot just below your ear.
âyouâre beautiful,â he whispers, like itâs a fact written in the sky. âyouâve always been beautiful. youâll always be beautiful. i donât care what dress you wear, what size you are, what changes happen⌠youâre mine. and i love every single part of you.â
your throat tightens, tears threatening to fall again, but this time itâs for a different reason.
eren notices, smiling softly as he kisses the tip of your nose, âdonât look at yourself like an enemy. thatâs my wife in the mirror. the love of my life. the mother of my child.â
âsheâs perfect.â
you sniff, trying not to cry, but he just wraps you up in his arms anyway, holding you close like heâs scared youâll disappear.
âso whatever that voice in your head is telling you?â he mutters into your hair, âtell it to shut the hell up.â
and god⌠you canât help but giggle at that.
he kisseskiss slow at first, then deeper, like heâs trying to shut up every single bad thought you ever had about yourself. his hand is still on your waist, thumb rubbing over the curve you were just overthinking about like itâs his favorite part of you.
âyou really think iâm letting you talk about yourself like that?â he murmurs against your lips. âbaby, youâre literally making life. you think that could ever make you look ugly? youâre⌠perfect.â
you roll your eyes a little, because heâs being so intense, but he cups your face like he can see exactly what youâre trying to hide. âno more of that,â he says, forehead pressed to yours. âi love this body. every single change. every single day.â
another kiss. and another. ew, you might actually cry again.
you breathe out, âeren⌠weâre gonna be late.â
he pulls back just enough to look at you, brows raised like you just told the funniest joke in the world. âlate to what?â
âour reservation, idiot.â
eren smirks, hands sliding down to hold your hips gently not letting you move an inch. âyeah⌠i donât really care about that anymore.â
your heart does a stupid flip.
âright now,â he says, kissing the tip of your nose, âi have something way more important to show you.â
but he kisses you again anyway, and you swear this man has no respect for date night plans.
he kisses you slow, like heâs got all the time in the world, guiding you back onto the bed until your head sinks into the pillows. his big hands slide down your sides, over the little swell of your belly, and he pulls back just enough to look at you.
the dress slips off your shoulders and he stops breathing.
black lace, hugging every new curve, stretched just right over your pregnant belly and your fuller breasts. you instinctively move to cover yourself, cheeks hot, but eren catches your wrists gently and shakes his head.
ânuh-uh. let me look at you.â
leans down, kisses your collarbone, your chest, right between the lace cups. âyou put this on for me? walked around knowing i was gonna see you like this?â
you nod, biting your lip.
he groans, dragging his mouth lower, kissing over the soft curve of your stomach. âyouâre so fucking pretty. you know that? every new inch of you⌠still the most beautiful girl iâve ever seen.â
his hands are everywhere gentle, reverent, tracing the lace edges, palming your thighs, squeezing your ass through the panties until youâre arching up into him.
âerenââ
âshh. lemme look at my wife,â he murmurs, pushing the lace to the side slow, eyes dropping to where youâre already glistening for him. âfuck, look at you. so wet for me. so perfect.â
he slides two fingers through your folds, teasing, barely touching your clit until youâre whining into his mouth.
âso sensitive,â he whispers, kissing you deep while he circles your clit slow. âlove how easy you open up for me. love how you sound.â
then he slips those two fingers inside slow, deliberate, curling them just right. your eyes flutter shut, back bowing off the bed.
his two fingers are buried deep, curled just right, moving slow and filthy while his thumb draws lazy, perfect circles on your clit. every time you try to chase it, hips rolling up, he presses down on your lower belly with his free hand and makes you take it at his pace.
you whine, high and needy, fingers tangled in his hair. âerenââ
he starts pumping steady now, slow strokes that make your cream drip down his knuckles, the wet sound so loud itâs embarrassing. but he loves it, groans every time he hears it.
âlisten to that,â he whispers, kissing along your jaw. âthatâs all you, baby. getting my fingers so messy. you feel how soaked you are? this pretty pussy missed me bad.â
youâre moaning into his mouth, kissing him sloppy between words, thighs shaking harder with every curl of his fingers. he switches it up, scissoring them, stretching you just enough to make your eyes roll, then back to that perfect hook that has you seeing stars.
âerenâpleaseââ youâre begging now, hips trying to grind faster, but he just smiles and keeps that torturous rhythm.
ânot yet, baby,â he says, soft but firm, kissing your forehead like heâs not destroying you. âwanna watch you get there nice and slow. wanna see every second of my pretty girl cumming undone.â
he adds more pressure to your clit, rubbing tight little circles while his fingers stroke deep and steady. your whole body starts tightening, breath hitching, toes curling into the sheets.
âthatâs it,â he praises, voice thick with pride. âthere she is⌠feel it building? youâre doing so fucking good for me. so beautiful like this.â
your hands are clawing at his shoulders now, moans turning into those broken little cries he loves. he kisses you deep, swallowing every sound, fingers never letting up.
âcome on, baby,â he whispers against your lips. âlet me have it. wanna feel you soak my hand. wanna watch the prettiest girl in the world fall apart just for me.â
thatâs what does it.
you break, hard, clenching so tight around his fingers your whole body shakes. cream drips down his wrist, thighs trembling, eyes rolling back while you moan his name like a prayer. he keeps moving, slow and gentle, drawing it out until youâre twitching and gasping for air.
only then does he ease his fingers out, kissing you soft and lazy while you come down.
âfuck,â he mutters, voice wrecked, licking his fingers clean like he canât help himself. âyouâre perfect. so fucking perfect.â
he pulls back slow, eyes never leaving you, and peels his shirt off like itâs in his way. every inch of skin he shows makes your mouth water (broad chest, abs flexing, that v-line you wanna lick). he shoves his pants and boxers down in one go and his dick springs out heavy, flushed, tip already wet.
âlook at this pretty pussy,â he mutters, voice rough, wrapping a hand around himself and slapping it against your clit once, twice. the sound is nasty. you jump, moan high. âstill dripping from my fingers. greedy little thing.â
he drags the fat tip through your folds, up and down, teasing your entrance, coating himself in all that cream. every time he bumps your clit you twitch.
âerenââ
âi know, baby,â he says, soft and filthy, grabbing your thighs and pushing them up, folding you in half. he hooks your legs over his shoulders slow, kissing the inside of one ankle like itâs delicate. âlemme take care of you.â
then he pushes in.
one long, deep stroke that steals your breath. your back arches off the bed, mouth open on a silent scream because heâs so thick and the angle is insane.
âfuck,â he groans, eyes locked on where heâs disappearing inside you. âlook at that⌠taking me so pretty. still so tight even after i stretched you open with my fingers.â
he pulls back slow, almost all the way out, then slides back in deeper, bottoming out with a nasty grind that makes your eyes roll.
âerenâoh my godââ
âyeah?â he leans forward, folding you even more, kissing your calf, your ankle, biting soft. âyou feel how deep i am, mama? feel me right here?â he presses a hand low on your belly and thrusts again, making you feel him under your skin.
your legs are shaking over his shoulders already, toes curling. he starts moving slow at first, long deep strokes that drag against every spot inside you, watching your face like itâs his favorite movie.
âso fucking beautiful,â he mutters, kissing your ankle again, then your wrist when he brings your hand up to his mouth. he picks up the pace, hips snapping harder, skin clapping loud. every thrust punches a moan out of you.âlisten to that shit,â he groans, voice wrecked. âhear how wet you are? thatâs all me, baby.
your eyes keep rolling, tears pricking at the corners because itâs too good. he feels it, smirks, leans down to kiss you sloppy while he drills you.
âdonât run from it,â he whispers against your lips when you try to squirm. âstay right there and take it. wanna watch you fall apart on this dick.â
he hits that spot over and over, relentless, kissing your knuckles, your ankle, your calf.
âcome on, pretty girl,â he breathes, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. âsquirt for me. wanna feel you soak this dick. wanna see how gorgeous you look when you lose it.â
thatâs it.
you break so hard your whole body locks up, back bowing off the bed, moaning his name while you squirt messy, uncontrollable creaming all down his dick and the sheets. your legs shake violently over his shoulders, toes curled so tight they cramp.
âfuckâthere it is,â he groans, hips stuttering, watching you fall apart. âso fucking pretty when you squirt for me. my perfect girl. my pretty wife.â
he keeps stroking through it, drawing it out until youâre sobbing and twitching, then slams deep one last time and comes with you hot and thick inside you, groaning your name like it hurts.
he stays buried, kissing your ankle again, your shaking thigh, your tear-streaked cheek.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he whispers, voice hoarse. âso fucking perfect. donât ever forget it.â
he pulls out and youâre still trying to remember how to breathe. eren just laughs under his breath like he didnât just ruin your whole night and your legs. rude.
he runs you a bath, making sure the water is perfect, steam already filling the bathroom. then heâs ordering food because you definitely need to refuel after that. he sits at the edge of the tub giving you a foot rub cause all that toe curling made ya feet hurt.
youâre laid back watching the movie he put on, but every once in a while you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror across the room and⌠wow.
were you really sitting here earlier saying you felt ugly? you mustâve been DELUSIONAL. clearly the dick restored your vision.
eren notices the way youâre staring at your reflection and smirks, leaning over to kiss your cheek.
âsee how pretty you are?â
you melt and nod immediately because yeah, he was right and you were just talking nonsense before.
later, youâre in bed, wrapped up in him like a burrito.
âyou owe me our reservation though,â you mumble into his chest.
âokay okay,â he chuckles, rubbing your back. âiâll take you, aight? fancy dinner and everything.â
you kiss his chest with a little satisfied smile.
pregnant, married, loved, fed, and freshly humbled by that man?
your brain? wandering. his? already undressing you.
â black!f reader | smut | library date au |
you donât even know why youâre in the library again.
oh right. because your boyfriend decided it would be a âgood ideaâ to get a head start on studying for end of term.
âŚdid you mention end of term is a whole month away?
like. who even studies that early. be serious.
youâre trying to focus, truly, but itâs so hard. so incredibly hard. your nails keep catching your eye.
damn⌠i need to get these done.
âbaby,â armin calls softly.
âhm?â you mumble, still admiring the glitter on your index finger.
âare you studying?â
âi am, i am,â you lie confidently as you turn back to your laptop.
now what were you doing?
oh right scrolling through new clothes you want.
you add three things to your cart. then remember something and grab your phone.
did i confirm my hair appointment for tomorrow?
you check
yes. yes you did.
you do a tiny excited wiggle in your chair.
oh iâm about to look SO good.
you glance to your side⌠and armin is staring at your screen like heâs watching a toddler run with scissors.
âreally?â he says, deadpan.
âyouâre shopping.â
you groan dramatically. âbut babeeeee this is boring. i wanna shop and stuff. why canât i just study like⌠a week before?â
âno,â he says firmly.
oh.
oh not that tone.
he better relax before you give these people a reason to kick you out the library.
âyou need to study now so itâs easier later,â he says, all calm and logical and annoying.
you roll your eyes so hard you almost see your brain.
armin doesnât react. he just looks at you and says
ââŚif you study, iâll give you some later.â
you freeze.
you perk up like a puppy hearing a treat bag.
now heâs speaking your language.
âokay!!â you squeal, slamming your tabs shut like they offended you.
you actually⌠start working.
highlighting, writing notes, nodding like a scholar.
armin just chuckles under his breath, shaking his head.
âunbelievable,â he whispers.
but heâs smiling.
because he knows exactly what motivates you.
so youâve actually been studying for a while now, and⌠okay. fine. maybe it wasnât as boring as you made it seem.
maybe you were being a tiny bit dramatic.
plus, letâs be real youâre getting dick after.
you canât even be mad.
you glance over and see armin finishing up his last page. both of you start packing your things, and youâre trying so hard to act normal⌠but armin can see the excitement in the way youâre shoving pens into your bag like youâre speed-running.
he just laughs under his breath, shaking his head.
âsomeoneâs eager,â he murmurs.
you pretend you donât hear him because youâre embarrassed and excited at the same time.
you both walk to the car, and the second those doors close?
yeah. your brain loses all self-control.
armin starts the engine.
you sit there for 0.2 seconds of silence before bursting out:
full volume. diaphragm support. american idol audition.
armin chokes on his own breath.
heâs gripping the steering wheel, dying of laughter, trying to merge into traffic while youâre next to him screaming like you just won a grammy.
âbaby,â he wheezes, wiping tears, âpleaseââ
âWE GETTING FUCKED TONIIIIIIIIââ
he puts a hand over your mouth, still laughing so hard his shoulders shake.
âstop before someone hears you,â he scolds gently, cheeks pink.
the drive back is actually so calm compared to the chaos you caused earlier. arminâs got one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh not doing anything, just sitting there⌠which somehow makes you even more excited.
youâre trying to act normal.
youâre failing.
your foot keeps tapping.
your nails keep drumming on your knee.
your whole body is practically vibrating like someone put you on fast-forward.
armin glances at you and just smiles to himself like:
âyup. i created this monster.â
finally, you pull into the driveway.
the second the car stops?
youâre GONE.
you practically sprint inside, dropping your bag somewhere (you donât even know where it landed), heading straight for the bedroom like youâre running the olympic 100m.
arminâs behind you, laughing because heâs never seen you move that fast unless thereâs food involved.
âbaby, slow downââ he calls, but youâre already turning the doorknob.
you fling the door open, step inside, and before he even fully closes it behind himâ
youâre on him.
you grab his shirt, pull him down, and kiss him like youâve been waiting all day (because you have).
armin barely has time to breathe out a laugh before kissing you back, hands finding your waist, voice low and amused against your lips:
âyou really studied just for this, huh?â
you donât answer.
you just keep kissing him, backing him up toward the bed, every step screaming:
âyes. absolutely yes.â
you shove him down on the bed giggling like you won something. armin just smiles up at you, calm, eyes soft but darkâlike he already knows how this ends.
âcute,â he murmurs, hands sliding up your thighs, squeezing once. âcome take what you want, baby.â
you lean down and kiss him slow, deep, messy.
tongues and soft moans, the kind of kiss that already has you grinding on his lap without thinking. he lets you set the pace for exactly ten seconds before his hands lock on your hips and he pulls you down hard, making you feel how hard he already is.
âclothes off,â he says against your mouth, voice low and sweet. ânow.â
you peel his shirt off, kissing every inch of skin you uncover his neck, his collarbones, that soft spot under his jaw that makes him exhale all shaky. he watches you the whole time, lips parted, letting you think youâre in control.
then you tug his sweats and boxers down in one go. his dick slaps against his stomach, pretty and thick and already wet at the tip. you wrap your hand around it and he hums, calm as ever.
âthatâs yours,â he says softly, thumb brushing your cheek. âtake it.â
you push your panties to the side and line him up, rubbing the head through your folds slow just to tease. he doesnât rush you. just watches with that little half-smile, like heâs enjoying the show.
âstop playing,â he finally says, voice gentle but firm. âsit on it.â
you sink down slow, biting your lip at the stretch. when heâs all the way in, you both just breathe for a secondâyour hands on his chest, his hands on your ass.
âthere we go,â he whispers, eyes locked on yours. âlook at you⌠taking me so pretty. always do.â
you start movingâslow circles at first, grinding your clit down on him. he groans soft, head tilting back for a second before he looks at you again.
âthatâs it. ride your dick, baby. show me how much you missed it.â
you pick up the pace, bouncing now, and he lets youâuntil it gets too good and your thighs start shaking and you try to slow down, lift up a little.
his hands tighten immediately, pulling you right back down.
âuh-uh. why you running?â he asks, soft but teasing, one hand coming up to cup your face. âyou can take it. you always take it so good for me.â
âarminââ you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders.
âshh. look at me.â he waits till your eyes meet his. âthere she is. my pretty baby creaming all over me already. you see how easy you make this look? so effortless.â
he guides your hips nowâslow, deep rolls that make you see stars every time he bottoms out.
âjust like that,â he praises, voice warm and filthy. âkeep going. make that pussy feel good on me.â
youâre moaning into his mouth, kissing him sloppy between bounces, and he kisses back like heâs starving but still in controlâhand tangled in your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wants.
âfuck, listen to you,â he breathes, smiling against your lips when you let out another broken sound. âso wet for me. you love riding this dick, donât you?â
you nod dumbly, too gone to speak.
âgood girl,â he whispers, kissing your neck soft. âkeep going. wanna watch you fall apart just like this.â
when you finally cum shaking, gushing, crying his nameâhe doesnât let you stop. just holds your hips and keeps you moving slow through it, talking you through every aftershock.
âthere it is⌠let it all out, baby. look how pretty you look when you cum for me. did so good.â
heâs still inside you, kissing you lazy, letting you come down from that last round. your thighs are jelly, chest heaving against his, and you think okay, maybe heâs finally done being a demon.
then you feel his hands slide down to the backs of your thighs.
âhold on tight, baby,â he whispers, lips brushing yours.
you donât even get the full question out before heâs moving. armin straightens up on his knees first, then stands clean off the bed, lifting you with him like itâs nothing. your legs automatically wrap around his waist, but heâs already shiftingâbig hands gripping under your thighs, pushing them up, up, up until theyâre hooked over his shoulders and your ankles are dangling by his neck.
you squeal, high and panicked, arms flying around his neck. âarmin, what the fuckâdonât drop me!â
he laughs, soft and warm against your cheek. ânever. i got you, promise.â
he adjusts his holdâone arm banded across your lower back, the other under your ass and suddenly youâre folded completely in half, chest pressed to his, face to face, suspended in the air with nothing but his strength and that dick keeping you up.
the angle change is immediate. he slides deeper than heâs ever been and your eyes roll so hard you see the ceiling spin.
âoh my godââ it comes out broken, breath punched out of you.
âthere we go,â he murmurs, voice calm, almost proud. he doesnât move yetâjust holds you there, letting you feel every inch, letting the stretch burn so good. âbreathe for me, baby. feel how deep i am?â
you canât even nod. just cling to him, nails in his shoulders, mouth open on his neck.
he starts slowâlittle rocks of his hips at first, barely pulling out, just stirring himself inside you. every tiny movement makes your clit drag against his lower stomach and youâre already whimpering.
âarminââ
âshh, i know,â he kisses your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. âyouâre okay. youâre taking me so well already.â
then he pulls back a few inches and thrusts upâslow, deliberate, controlled. your whole body jolts.
âfuckââ you choke.
he does it again. and again. building a rhythm thatâs deep and filthy and so, so good. the wet sound of you taking him echoes loud in the quiet room.
âlisten to that,â he breathes, smiling against your lips. âhear how much this pussy loves me? sheâs creaming already, baby.â
your thighs start shaking over his shoulders on their own. you try to hide your face in his neck but he tilts your chin up with one finger.
ânuh-uh. let me see you,â he says softly. âwanna watch every face you make when iâm all the way in your stomach.â
he picks up the pace just a little still controlled, still gentle in his voice, but the way heâs bouncing you now has your titties jiggling against his chest and your moans turning into cries.
âarminâbabyâtoo deepââ
âtoo deep?â he echoes, teasing, kissing your jaw. âyou sure?â
you glance down and immediately regret it. the sight of you dripping all over him, thighs trembling, folded up like thisâitâs obscene.
he sees you looking and smirks. âyeah. thatâs all you, pretty girl.â
your legs are burning, shaking harder now, and you try to squirm just a little, give yourself a second. he feels it instantly and tightens his grip.
âhey,â he says, soft but firm, slowing his thrusts to deep, lazy grinds. âwhere you tryna go? you can take it. you always take it so good for me.â
âi canâtââ you whine, voice cracking.
âyes you can,â he whispers, kissing you slow, swallowing every sound you make. âjust hold on to me and let me love you, okay?â
he starts moving again stronger now, faster, but still so controlled itâs maddening. every thrust hits that spot dead-on and your eyes keep rolling.
âthatâs it,â he praises against your ear. âright there, huh? love when i hit that spot. makes you shake so pretty.â
youâre babbling nowâhis name, please, fuck, i canâtâeverything running together. he just smiles and keeps going, talking you through it like itâs his favorite hobby.
âlove how you look like this,â he murmurs, kissing the tears at the corners of your eyes. the coil in your stomach snaps without warning. you come hardâbody locking up, moaning into his shoulder, gushing so much he feels it drip down his thighs.
âthere she is,â he groans, voice finally cracking a little. âfuck, just like thatâmilk me, baby, give me everything.â
he fucks you through it, gentle but relentless, drawing it out until youâre twitching and oversensitive. then he slams in deep one last time and comes with youâhot, thick, pulsing inside you while he holds you close and shakes a little himself.
for a long moment he just stands there, breathing hard against your neck, still holding you up like youâre weightless. your legs are trembling uncontrollably over his shoulders, toes curled.
âyou okay, sweetheart?â he finally whispers, kissing your sweaty forehead, your cheeks, your lipsâsoft and slow.
you can only nod, boneless.
he smiles, proud and fond, and walks the two steps back to the bed super slow, still inside you, laying you down like youâre something precious. your thighs slide off his shoulders and fall open, still shaking.
he stays on top of you, kissing every tremor away.
âdid so fucking good for me,â he murmurs, brushing your hair back. âlove you so much.â
you manage a weak little âlove you tooâ before your legs give another aftershock twitch and he laughs, soft and happy, kissing your knee.
yeah. youâre not walking tomorrow.
he finally pulls out, pressing soft kisses along your thighs, and you canât help the giggle that slips out. your whole bodyâs still sensitive, still warm, still kinda jelly-like. armin stands up, grabbing a towel like the sweetest, calmest little angel while youâre just lying there like:
âwow. i got fucked good.â
he cleans you up with so much gentleness it almost makes you shy. then he helps you into fresh clothes because your legs? absolutely not clocked in for work today.
and all you can think is:
damn⌠if this is the study reward, i need to start revising chapters i havenât even learned yet.
you flop back on the bed, dazed, whispering,
âso happy i got my dick. i needed that.â
armin snorts, actually laughs out loud.
âanytime,â he says.
âi know thatâs right,â you mumble, still recovering.
you both crawl under the covers, and he pulls you into his chest like youâre his emotional support plushie. he orders food while you lie there, blinking like a sleepy cat, still processing your life choices.
by the time the food arrives, youâve decided you deserve a reward for the original reward. so you two settle in, plates in hand, netflix open to stranger things, and you curl up right into him â head on his shoulder, thigh thrown over him, fully domesticated.
after a couple bites, armin glances down at you, voice soft but teasing:
âso⌠will you study now?â
you donât even hesitate.
âif it means the reward is dick? hell yeah.â
armin chuckles, shaking his head, kissing your forehead like he knew you were going to say that.
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youâre just trying to mind your business. on vacation, sun on your skin, looking at souvenirs like a normal person. is that a crime? youâre browsing bracelets and beaded tops, being cute and peaceful. but your fiancĂŠ? no, because your fiancĂŠ is staring at you like heâs two seconds from dragging you behind the damn stand and having his way with you.
you pick up a little crop top from the rack and hold it up with a smile.
âthis cute?â you ask sweetly.
eren doesnât answer right awayâhis eyes scan the shirt, then drop to your waist, your hips, your thighs. back to your face. he licks his lips.
âyeah,â he says low. âyou like it? iâll get it for you.â
like okay. why does he have to look at you like that.
you nod and try to focus on the jewelry spread in front of you, but the second you do, you feel his hands slide around your waist. his chest brushes your back, lips right against your ear as he murmurs,
âletâs get matching ones.â
you shiver. this man wants to turn you into a problem.
and itâs not even noon yet.
you close your eyes and sigh. you love your man. butâwhy is he trying to have you creaming in your panties this early in the day? can you live? can you shop in peace? can you not be ogled like a dessert tray?
because eren be looking at you like youâre the last fucking meal on earth. and the worst part? you like it.
you both keep walking, arms linked, buying little trinkets and snacks and whatever else catches your eye. cute, wholesome, soft. but the beach? yeah, deciding to head to the beach mightâve been your worst decision yet.
why? because your man is a menace.
and right now, he looks like heâs two seconds from fucking you in the sand.
youâre trying to relax. trying to bask in the morning sun, sip your juice, and mind your peaceful-ass business. but eren? eren has his own agenda. heâs behind you on the towel, kissing your neck, his hands everywhereâgripping your thighs, smoothing over your waist, palming your ass.
âeren,â you giggle, breathless, ârelax⌠weâre outside.â
he kisses right below your ear. âso?â
then bites your sweet spot. slow. deliberate.
your breath hitches. your eyes almost roll back.
god. you swear he wants you ruined.
maybe sex on the beach wouldnât be that bad.
would you get arrested? maybe.
but damnâheâs making it so hard to behave.
you shake your head. girl, calm down. youâre in public. heâs trying to slide into your bikini bottoms like youâre in a damn hotel suite, not in front of people and the entire shoreline.
you try to focus. but your body is betraying you.
youâre probably soaked through these bikini bottoms already.
maybeâmaybe if you go into the water, itâll hide the fact that your man got you this damn horny at 10:43 a.m.
you wade into the water, hoping the ocean will cool you down. not just from the heat, but from the throbbing mess between your legs that your fiancĂŠ caused.
maybe if you swim far enough, youâll get lucky and a little current will drag you away from the problem.
the problem? eren.
your fine, menacing, canât-keep-his-hands-off-you fiancĂŠ.
but when you glance over your shoulder⌠oh god.
heâs coming toward you.
water glistening on his chest. jaw clenched. lip between his teeth.
why is he looking at you like that?
like heâs starving. like youâre the meal.
âhey,â you say, voice going a little high. nervous.
âhey,â he murmurs back, eyes dropping to your boobs in that bikini.
he bites his lip again.
you nearly moan.
no. nope. stay strong. stay focused. youâre in public.
but then he gets to you. grabs your waist underwater.
pulls you in slow, smooth, like heâs done it a hundred times.
and he kisses you.
not just a kiss. one of those kisses. the ones that make your knees weak.
and then his mouth is on your neck.
why is he kissing your neck?! he knows thatâs your weakness.
âeren,â you breathe, pulling back, desperate. âoh, look! fish.â
your finger shoots out, pointing to absolutely nothing.
girl⌠not you lying. not you trying to escape your man like heâs not about to be your husband.
you canât let him fold you in the damn ocean!
âwhat fish, baby?â he says, playing along, but his voice is low and teasing.
he leans into your neck again. his breath sends goosebumps across your skin.
his hand squeezes your ass underwater like it belongs to him (because it does).
you bite your lip. your heartâs racing. your thighs clench.
âyouâre doing too much,â you mumble, avoiding his eyes.
he smirks, tilts your chin up. âiâm not even doing enough.â
oh.
oh, youâre done for.
you want to fold so bad. give in. let him have his way.
but youâre still looking around, scanning the beach like the lifeguardâs gonna catch you getting publicly seduced.
this man really got you shy. flustered. wet in every way possible.
âyouâre doing too much,â you mumble again, pulling away as erenâs mouth brushes behind your ear, whispering something nasty about what heâs gonna do to you tonight.
you pretend you didnât hear it. your thighs, however? heard every syllable.
âletâs go get food,â you say quickly, trying to shake the heat off you like a wet dog.
he grins. âyou tryna run from me?â
âno, iâm tryna not get fucked on the beach.â
he lets you goâfor now.
you make it to the beachside restaurant. cute setup, ocean view, cold drinks. thereâs music playing. you should be relaxed.
but youâre not, because this man across the table from you wonât stop looking at you.
âis your food good?â you ask, stabbing your fork into your food even though you can feel your appetite slowly crumbling under the weight of his fuck-me eyes.
âyeah.â
he doesnât look at his plate.
heâs looking at you.
your voice is shaky. âyou enjoying yourself?â
he chews, shrugs. âmm-hmm. but you look better than anything on this menu.â
you glare at him. âeren.â
he raises an eyebrow. doesnât say anything. just stares.
his thumb slowly rubs along his glass like heâs imagining doing the same thing to you.
youâre spiraling. looking at the sea like please, god, if you love me, let a mermaid rise up and kidnap me.
is this how itâs gonna be when we get married? is this your forever fateâbeing devoured by your husband with his eyes at every damn meal?
after lunch, you spot a little stand selling popsicles and point to it like itâs salvation.
âi need something cold,â you say.
he smirks. âyou sure do.â
you ignore him.
you both get popsicles yours is strawberry, his is mango.
youâre focused on yours, finally thinking, okay, peace at last.
but then you look up.
and heâs watching you.
not even doing anything extraâjust licking slowly, biting into the top of his popsicle, watching your mouth wrap around yours.
and the eye contact? criminal.
you pull it away from your mouth, eyes wide.
ââŚis yours not nice?â you ask, confused.
he shrugs. âmineâs fine.â
but heâs looking at you like heâs about to drop to his knees in public.
and the way you have to suck on it just to keep it from dripping??
you do it once, absently, and his eyes darken. he shifts his hips like heâs adjusting himself.
you blink. âeren.â
he licks his popsicle, slow as hell. âwhat, baby?â
âcan you not?â
ânot what?â
ânot look at me like that.â
he grins like the menace he is.
âsorry. canât help it. you look too good with something in your mouth.â
your soul LEAVES your body.
you stare at him in betrayal. âi came here to relax.â
âi came here to ruin your life.â
so right now youâre taking your sweet ass time walking back to the hotel room. why, you may ask? because you know your fate. youâre about to get fucked out of your fucking mind and you donât know if youâre ready for that. you might not have a spine after this. so youâre stalling. pointing at random ass shit like, âlook⌠a crab.â and heâs just staring at you like. be serious.
âyou better get to that room,â he mutters.
girl he donât care about that crab. youâre literally pointing at a shell and calling it a rare sea creature. youâre walking slow like the hotel is a haunted house and heâs just walking next to you, hands in his pockets, unbothered. not speaking. he knows whatâs about to happen. heâs waiting on it. youâre delaying the inevitable.
you finally get to the room and heâs unlocking the door, but now you wanna stop outside and look at the view. âi just wanna take it in for a second,â you lie. girl. be real.
âokay,â he says, dry. heâs so patient itâs scary.
âokay⌠iâm coming in now.â
you walk in like nothingâs gonna happen. like he hasnât been eye-fucking you all day. he hasnât touched you once and youâre starting to think maybe he forgot? maybe youâre safe? like wow. maybe he just loves you and you were projecting. you sit down like normal. take off your shoes. start making yourself comfortable again like he isnât standing behind you like a fucking NPC waiting to trigger the next level.
you turn your head. heâs just standing there.
ââŚhello?â you ask, weak.
he doesnât blink. âhi.â
âyou good?â you smile nervously.
âiâm good.â
ââŚwhy are you staring at me like that?â
he shrugs. âyou know why.â
you donât even respond. you just stare, cheeks warm, because yeah. you do. and when he kisses youâoh. itâs over. you feel it in your toes. the way his mouth is on yours like heâs been starving all day and this is what heâs been craving.
your brain is short circuiting. like wait. itâs actually happening. you start panicking and getting excited at the same time like girl heâs not even fucking you yet and youâre already so wet. like it might go through the bed. you havenât even touched the sheets. youâre just standing there. heart racing. pussy throbbing. like oh wow. youâre in danger.
you donât even get a warning.
heâs pulling your bikini bottoms down like heâs been waiting his whole life to get them off you. no patience. no teasing. just hunger. like, damnâokay. theyâre tossed to the side without care, and you slip your top off too, trying to match the mood, but heâs already laying back, licking his lips like youâre a fucking treat.
âsit on my face.â
you blink. âhuh?â
he grabs your thigh, his eyes heavy, dark. âi said sit. on my face.â
and itâs the way he says itâslow, deep, like a promiseâthat makes your body move before your brain catches up. you straddle his chest, easing up closer, still hovering a little because youâre shy and cute and trying to keep your dignityâplease. he pulls you down like he paid for it.
and then⌠he starts.
no easing into it. just full-on, filthy head. tongue all up in it, lips wrapped tight around your clit like itâs his. and it is. the first suck alone knocks the breath out of you. he moans into it, like he missed this. like heâs been starving and youâre the only thing on the menu. itâs wet, itâs messy, itâs obscene.
heâs slurping.
loud. sloppy. disrespectful. your thighs are already trembling and itâs been, whatâtwo minutes? you try to lift off a little, overwhelmed, and he grips your ass to pull you right back down. like no, weâre not done here.
youâre holding onto the headboard, the sheets, nothing. your moans are borderline cries at this point. every flick of his tongue, every suck of that sensitive spotâyour body jerks like electricityâs running through it. heâs locked in. like he wants you to suffocate him.
and heâs not just eating it. heâs feasting.
his face is coated. your thighs are soaked. and every time you grind, his tongue meets you halfway like itâs tryna follow you inside your own damn body. and the way he keeps going, like he enjoys watching you fall apart like this, itâs almost too much. almost.
âfuckâbabyâwhy are you eating her like thatâŚâ you whimper.
he spanks your ass, firm and fast. âshut up.â
your whole spine shivers.
you canât even hold it in anymoreâyouâre creaming all over his face, moaning like itâs the only language you know. your hips start moving on their own. and he loves that. groaning into your pussy, eating you through every twitch and gasp like itâs his lifeâs purpose. he licks up the middle one more time and sucks that clit like itâs something sweet, and babyâyou break.
your head falls back, body jerking, voice high and shaking. he holds you there. lets you ride it out. doesnât stop until your body gives up and your legs collapse over his shoulders. and even then, he kisses it soft like a thank-you.
and when you look down at himâglossy, breathless, soaked from the nose down?
he smiles.
and you know heâs not even close to done.
you donât even know how you ended up on all fours. one second you were laying pretty, catching your breath, and now? youâre ass-up, face-down, pillow gripped.
and heâs behind youâcalm, slow, smug. rubbing his tip right between your folds like heâs got all the time in the world. not putting it in. just there. tracing the same path over and over, watching you twitch, watching you wait.
âpleaseâŚâ you whisper.
he leans down and licks up your spine. slow. nasty. from your lower back to your shoulder. his voice is low, right in your ear. âwhat was that?â
you bury your face in the sheets. âput it in.â
he drags it along your slit one more timeâjust to be a menace.
âsay it properly.â
your whole bodyâs burning. you can feel him, hard and ready and right there, but he wonât move until you say it. and you do. because youâre desperate now. âplease fuck me.â
and thatâs all it takes.
he grips your hips. spits on it once. then pushes in with one deep, slow strokeâso deep your mouth falls open. you donât even moan at first. just air. heat. stretch. full.
then the moan comes.
and once he bottoms out? itâs over.
the pace starts slowâteasing, smooth, a little too gentle for the way youâre clenching. but that doesnât last. he grabs your hips tighter, adjusts his stance, and starts fucking you.
loud. deep. steady. clap. clap. clap.
youâre losing it. youâre moaning, whining, trying to move your hips faster but heâs controlling the rhythm. one strong hand on your waist, the other smacking your ass with no warning. your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and you swear you almost come just from the sound of it.
your body starts pushing back, chasing the feeling. you arch more, throw it harderâbut he grabs your arm and twists it behind your back like nah, baby. iâm driving.
âstay still,â he pants. âtake this dick.â
you whimper into the sheets. âiâm tryingâŚâ
he laughs, low and breathless. âyouâre not. but you will.â
and he goes deeper.
hips snapping, abs flexed, dragging that dick all the way out and then slamming it back in, so hard it knocks the breath out of you. your whole body jolts with every thrust. heâs got your arm pinned behind you, your back arched, your ass bouncing against his thighs, and all you can do is take it.
your moans are high now. desperate. fucked-out. that pressureâs building fast, and he knows it.
âdonât run,â he grits. âstay right here.â
youâre not even runningâyouâre breaking.
your legs shake, your pussy clenches, and then youâre cumming, loud and messy, gasping like the air got stolen from your lungs. your whole body spasms, walls gripping him tight, and he groans loud behind you.
âfuckâjust like thatâŚâ
and then heâs cumming too. deep inside. hips pressed against you. spilling all that heat while he stays buried in it. he pants against your back, still holding your arm behind you.
and when he finally pulls out?
you collapse. absolutely ruined.
he smacks your ass one more time, proud. âgood girl.â
he gets up like nothing just happened. like he didnât just fold you like a damn beach chair.
he goes to the bathroom, turns on the light, and comes back with your shower cap. your shower cap. and he puts it on your head so gently you almost cry, even though youâre still literally twitching on the bed like your soul hasnât fully returned yet.
âcome on, baby,â he murmurs, checking the water with his hand. âitâs warm.â
sir. YOU did this. why are you acting like a caregiver now.
when the temperatureâs right, he picks you up like you weigh nothing and carries you into the shower. you cling to him because your legs? absolutely not functioning.
you both shower together, steam everywhere, and heâs washing you so soft, following your routine perfectly like heâs rehearsed it. your favorite body washâhe knows the order by heart.
meanwhile your mind is just screaming:
he fucked me.
he actually folded me.
is this how heâs gonna be when weâre married??
youâre excited but also lowkey terrified. like are you gonna survive matrimony or nah.
he turns you around, washing the front of your body now, slow and careful, before he wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.
you giggle into his mouth because why is he being sweet NOW. five minutes ago he was trying to put you through the mattress.
he keeps washing you, taking his time, and when you try to help wash him he literally smacks your hand away.
âi got it,â he says, like he didnât just assault you with affection AND destruction.
rude.
eventually youâre both done. you dry off, lotion up, get dressedâwhile he sits there watching you the entire time like youâre a movie he paid premium to see. the man does not blink.
when youâre finished, you both go outside to the hammock overlooking the beach. the skyâs all soft and golden, waves quiet, breeze perfect. finally peaceful.
eren grabs your hand, running his thumb over your ring before kissing it.
âcanât wait to marry you,â he says, voice low.
your heart does a stupid flip. âme too.â
he smirks. you already know something insane is about to leave his mouth.
âyou ready to have your back blown every day?â
âEREN.â you whip your head toward him like heâs lost his damn mind.
âwhat?â he shrugs. âiâm not lying.â
you glare at him but your face is hot.
then he looks at you softer, thumb brushing your knuckles.
âi love you,â he says.
you melt instantly. âi love you.â
he leans in, gives you a tiny kiss, then pulls you into his chest. the two of you sway gently in the hammock, warm, calm, just breathing together while the ocean hums in the background.
three months, one tiny apartment, and a crush you canât hide
â black!f reader | romance / tension | roommates-to-lovers au
is it bad to be in love with your roommate?
you donât know but honestly, you canât help it.
heâs too fine for his own good. the way he talks, the way he walks, the deep-ass voice he uses when heâs half-asleep, the fits he puts on just to go to the corner store⌠everything about him has you in a chokehold.
whenever you see him you get butterflies which is so stupid, because you see him every day.
and somehow it never stops.
you donât even try to hide it anymore. well⌠you try, youâre just terrible at it.
like when you âaccidentallyâ cook too much food.
and by accidentally you mean: you made enough for exactly two plates and then pretended to be shocked.
âohâony, you hungry? i made extra.â
you say it all casual, like your heart isnât tap-dancing in your chest.
and he always looks at you with that little smirk, like he knows exactly what youâre doing but heâs gonna let you do it anyway.
âyeah, aight. bring it here.â
or when you knock on his door to âborrow a lighterâ even though you know damn well he keeps one in the kitchen drawer.
you donât need his lighter you just need him.
and he always opens the door shirtless. always.
like he knows youâre on the other side losing your entire mind.
sometimes you ask if he wants to smoke with you, even if you werenât planning to smoke at all.
âyou tryna match?â
âyou smoke every day now,â he teases, raising a brow.
âno i donât,â you lie, already grabbing your hoodie.
âyou do when iâm around.â
and honestly? heâs right.
you find any excuse to be near him.
sit on the couch if heâs sitting there.
make tea if heâs in the kitchen.
pretend youâre bored just so you can hang around him while he rolls up, acting like youâre not watching his hands the whole time.
and the worst part?
he lets you.
ony acts unbothered, but he always shifts so you can sit closer.
always opens his door a little wider when he hears your knock.
always pretends he wasnât waiting for you to show up, even though sometimes heâs already sitting on your favorite end of the couch with a blanket and a show queued up.
and you swear he does things on purpose.
like walking around with his chain on and nothing else.
like calling you âbabyâ when he wants something.
like standing too close when he talks close enough that you smell his cologne, close enough that you forget how to breathe.
youâre in love with him.
painfully, embarrassingly in love.
and he knows.
thatâs the worst part â
he knows, and he wonât say a damn thing.
but the thing is⌠you get jealous.
like, stupid jealous.
you try to play it cool you always do but every time some girl is in onyâs face, laughing too hard, touching him like he belongs to everybody?
it pisses you the fuck off.
and you hate that it does, because heâs not your man.
you keep reminding yourself of that, repeating it like itâs supposed to calm you down.
it doesnât.
especially not when he comes home late, smelling like perfume you donât own.
or when he drops his phone face-down on the table because heâs grinning at whatever girl texted him.
and donât even get you started on the nights you hear him.
through the wall.
clear as day.
youâll be in your room, minding your business, and suddenly you hear some girl trying to muffle her moans while ony sounds calm like heâs not in there ruining somebodyâs life.
you throw your pillow over your head every time, and every time it fucking fails.
and the worst part?
the shit youâve heard about him.
girls talking like they had a spiritual awakening after one night with him.
âony this, ony that, heâs so goodââ
shut the fuck up, you want to scream.
because maybe⌠maybe you want to know.
what the hype is about.
if itâs really like that.
if heâd sound the same with you or worse, if heâd sound better.
and you shouldnât be thinking about that.
you know you shouldnât.
but you do.
the funny thing is⌠ony knows.
heâs known.
he sees the way you look at him those soft, hungry eyes you swear you hide.
you donât.
he notices all the little things you do, too.
the way you perk up when he walks into a room.
the way you always find something to do near him.
the way you act like youâre just âpassing byâ when youâre really hovering.
thatâs why he teases.
thatâs why he touches you the way he does.
like when he walks past you in the kitchen and he holds your waist a little too long, fingers pressing into your hip like heâs claiming something he wonât name.
or when youâre talking, and he stands close enough that you feel his chest at your back, close enough to know heâs doing that shit on purpose.
or when yâall smoke together and he leans in to light your blunt, staring dead at your lips instead of the flame.
and donât even act like he doesnât spoil you because he does.
ony be giving you pre-rolls âjust because,â dropping them in your hand like itâs nothing, even though he doesnât do that for anybody else.
and donât get him wrong he thinks youâre gorgeous.
bad as hell, actually.
he checks you out all the fucking time.
every time you walk away, heâs looking.
every time you stretch, heâs looking.
every time you bend down to grab something, heâs looking like heâs trying not to groan.
you always look so damn good.
smell good, too sweet, warm, like something he wants to taste but pretends he doesnât.
he wonât admit it out loud, but he scrolls through your instagram at night.
your tiktok too.
just to look at you.
heâll open a picture, stare at it for a second, then exit like heâs mad at himself.
then open it again thirty seconds later because heâs worse than you.
he wants you bad.
bad enough that it annoys him.
bad enough that heâs had moments where he almost cracked and said it first.
but he doesnât.
because onyâs stubborn, and he wants you to say it.
he wants to hear it come out your mouth.
he wants you to admit youâre in love with him before he gives in.
call him crazy⌠but he does.
you and ony are outside at your usual spot the little concrete step by the side of the building, the one yâall always end up on when the apartment gets too loud or too small or too⌠full of feelings you donât want to talk about.
itâs late. warm. quiet.
he lights the blunt for you, cupping his hand around the flame, eyes half-lidded as he brings it to your lips first.
âhit that,â he murmurs, voice low as hell.
you do, and the second the smoke settles in your chest, youâre already smiling that stupid smile you can never hide around him.
you pass it back, fingers brushing his, and it sends a little spark through your whole body.
he doesnât look away when he takes it.
he never does.
the blunt goes back and forth, slow, easy, like yâall got nowhere else to be.
the high settles in your limbs, warm and soft, and everything feels a little too close, a little too real.
onyâs eyes are red, low, heavy but focused.
on you.
every time you pass him the blunt, he looks at your face first.
every time, it makes your heart jump into your throat.
you swear the air changes when your fingers touch.
gets thicker. hotter. louder, even though neither of you are saying shit.
you hold eye contact way too long.
longer than you ever have.
long enough for you to feel it in your stomach.
he looks at your lips, then your eyes again, slow.
like heâs waiting.
like heâs daring you to do something.
your heartbeat is stupid loud.
you break the stare, looking down at your shoes so fast itâs embarrassing.
your cheeks are warm as hell.
you pretend itâs the weed.
itâs not.
ony watches you, slow and lazy, smoke leaving his lips in a thin stream.
âwhy you get quiet?â he asks, voice low.
âIâm not quiet,â you mumble.
âyou are,â he says, leaning forward a little. âwhatâs on your mind?â
you swallow, hard.
you donât know if itâs the high, the blunt, the way the night feels too soft, or the way heâs looking at you like he can hear your heartbeatâŚ
but your mouth moves before your brain catches up.
âI like you.â
the second it leaves your lips, you swear your soul jumps out your body.
you blink, wide-eyed, feeling like you should slap the fuck out of yourself for saying that out loud.
ony freezes.
you freeze.
the world freezes.
he tilts his head, eyes narrowing just a little not angry, not shocked, more like he needs to make sure he heard you right.
what you just say?â he asks, voice way too soft.
you panic, eyes wide. âiâi didnâtââ
ânah,â he interrupts, head tilting as he stares you down. âsay it again.â
his knee bumps yours.
your heart jumps.
youâre high, nervous, and way too close to him.
âonyâŚâ you whisper.
he licks his lips, eyes dropping to yours.
âdonât play with me,â he says quietly.
âsay it.â
your stomach flips so hard you feel dizzy.
you take a breath, voice barely steady.
âi⌠like you.â
Ony sits back for a second, like he needs to swallow the shock or the smile threatening to take over his face.
the tension is so thick you could bite into it.
he looks at you again, eyes darker than before.
âgood,â he says, low enough to make your skin heat up.
ââcause I been waitinâ for you to say that shit.â
you blink at him, still trying to process the fact that you just confessed out loud, in real life, on planet earth.
but then he says it â
soft, quick, like he didnât even mean for it to slip:
âi like you too.â
your brain stops working.
completely.
like someone yanked the plug out the wall.
you just stare at him.
did heâŚ
did he actuallyâŚ
did he just say he likes you too??
you feel like youâre dreaming.
or dead.
or both.
your heart is doing backflips, your stomach is in your shoes, and your brain is somewhere on the floor twitching.
âwhat,â you whisper, blinking at him like an idiot.
he laughs under his breath, shaking his head like youâre the one being dramatic.
âwhy you lookinâ at me like that?â
âyou you saidââ you stammer, pointing at him like he committed a crime. âyou said you like me too.â
âyeah,â he shrugs, watching your reaction way too closely. âand?â
âand??â you repeat, voice cracking. âony, what do you mean âandâ?? you justââ
you throw your hands up, half laughing, half panicking.
âyou LIKE me?â
he raises a brow. âgirl, i been liked you.â
that shuts you up real fast.
your mouth literally drops open.
he continues, calm as hell:
âyou think i do all that shit for anybody? you think i let just anybody be close to me? man, stop.â
he scoots a little closer, knee touching yours.
âi liked you since forever. you was just slow.â
your breath catches.
you canât even look at him for a second youâre too busy trying to decide if you should scream, laugh, cry, or jump off the balcony.
your chest feels too full.
your face is hot.
your hands are shaking.
you feel everything at once and nothing at all.
âonyâŚâ you whisper, voice small.
he leans in, eyes dropping to your lips for just a second before meeting your eyes again.
âcome here,â he murmurs.
your heart implodes.
you donât even think you just move.
your noses brush for half a second, his hand coming up to cup your jaw gently, thumb stroking your cheek like heâs making sure youâre real.
and then he kisses you.
slow.
soft.
warm.
like heâs been holding it in for months and finally let himself breathe.
itâs not rushed, not messy just deep enough to make your whole body go warm.
you kiss him back without hesitation, hands curling in his hoodie as the world goes quiet around you.
when he finally pulls back, barely an inch, he rests his forehead against yours.
âtold you,â he whispers, breath ghosting your lips.
âbeen wantinâ you.â
he scoops you up like youâre weightless, one arm under your thighs, the other locked around your back. you squeal, legs kicking, but heâs already striding through the door, kicking it shut with his heel.
the click of the lock is sharp in the quiet. he doesnât even glance at the living roomâjust marches straight to the bedroom, shoulders flexing under your palms, dreads brushing your cheek.
he lowers you to the bed slow, eyes never leaving yours, then climbs on top, knees bracketing your hips. his mouth finds yours hungry, tongue sliding deep, tasting you like heâs been starving.
you kiss him back just as hard, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. his hands roam, palms gliding over your waist, your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits.
âfuck, you look so good,â he rasps against your lips, voice thick.
he kisses down your neck, teeth grazing, then lowerâover the swell of your breasts, tongue flicking your nipple through the fabric before he yanks your top up and off. he keeps going, mouth hot and wet, trailing fire down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your leggings.
he pauses, looking up, eyes dark and questioning.
you nod fast, breath hitchingâand he grins, hooking his fingers in the fabric, peeling leggings and panties down in one slow drag. the cool air hits your skin, but then his hands are on your thighs, spreading you wide, knees pushed up to your chest. âdamn,â he mutters, staring at your pussy glistening, swollen, already dripping. âlook at this pretty shit.â
he doesnât wait. leans in and seals his mouth over your clitâsucking hard, tongue flicking fast. âonyâfuckââ you moan, back arching, hands flying to his dreads, tugging hard. he groans into you, the vibration making your hips jerk.
âpussy taste so good,â he growls, pulling back just to spit on it, watching it mix with your cream before diving back in slurping loud, messy, tongue lapping every drop.
youâre creaming already thick, white, coating his tongue, dripping down his chin. he adds two fingers thick, curling deep, pumping slow while his mouth stays locked on your clit, sucking, swirling. âshiiitâonyââ you gasp, thighs trembling, grinding into his face. he laughs low, filthyâcurling his fingers harder, hitting that spot.
âyeah, cream on these fingers, baby gimme that shit,â he grunts, sucking harder. your pussy clenches, cream gushing out, and then you break squirting hard, wetness spraying his mouth, his chin, soaking the sheets. âfuuuckâyesââ he groans, lapping it up, fingers still pumping through your shakes.
youâre panting, twitching, but he doesnât stop until youâre whimpering, pushing weakly at his head. he finally pulls back, lips glossy, chin dripping, sucking his fingers cleanâslow, eyes locked on yours.
ony spreads your legs again, slow and deliberate, palms sliding up your thighs, pushing them wide until youâre open, glistening, still trembling from his tongue. he shoves his sweats down with one hand no boxers, dick springing free, thick and heavy, tip already leaking.
he grips himself, dragging the fat head through your folds, slow, teasing, rubbing it against your clit in tight circles. âonyâpleaseââ you whine, hips bucking, desperate.
âshh, i got you,â he mutters, voice low, eyes locked on your pussy as he lines upâthen slides in. one long, deep push that stretches you wide, makes your back arch, toes curling instantly.
âfuuuck,â he hisses, watching himself disappear inside you, your pussy creaming around him, white and thick, coating his shaft. he pushes your legs up knees to your chest, thighs pressed to your sidesâand fucks you.
hard. deep. relentless.
every thrust slaps loud wet, filthy, your pussy squelching around him, cream gushing out with every stroke. âshit, babyâpussy milking me,â he groans, hand wrapping around your throat firm, not tight, just enough to tilt your chin up. âyou like this shit? love how my dick feel?â
âyesâfuckâyesââ you moan, voice breaking, eyes rolling back, brain gone. he thrusts deeper, tip kissing your cervix, making you sob, grip the sheets so hard your knuckles ache. he leans in close, mouth crashing into yours, swallowing your moans, tongue deep while his dick punishes you.
he breaks the kiss, breath hot against your lips, eyes locked on yours. âlook at me,â he growls, hand tightening on your throatânot choking, just holding, thumb stroking your pulse. âwatch me fuck this pussy.â your eyes flutter open, glassy, and he smirks, hips snapping harder, deeper, making your whole body jolt with every thrust.
your cream is everywhere thick, white, frothing at the base of his dick, dripping down his balls, soaking the sheets in a puddle. he pulls back slowso slow you feel every inch dragging out, every vein, every ridgethen slams back in, hard, making you whine. âonyâfuckââ you sob, voice cracking, tears streaking your cheeks.
he grunts, grabbing your hips, pulling you back onto him with every thrust. âtake this dickâtake it.â he shifts, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you wider, and drives in deeper, nastier, the angle making your pussy clench so tight he hisses.
holding your thighs wide, watching your pussy take himâswallow him, cream frothing at the base of his dick. âlook at youâfucked out, canât even think,â he growls, voice thick. he taps your cheek with two fingersâlight, but sharp. âbaby, you here with me?â
you blink, dazed, mouth open, drool at the cornerâthen whineâhigh, broken. he smirks, thumb brushing your bottom lip, smearing the spit.
ârelax,baby itâs just dick. sâposed to feel this good.â he thrusts again slow, deep, grinding then picks up, hips snapping, bed creaking, headboard knocking the wall. âyeah, take itâtake this dick like you begged for it.â
your pussy clenches, cream gushing out, and he laughsâlow, filthy. âthere she go creaming all over me. you nasty, baby.â he shifts, angling his hips, hitting that spot dead onâover and over, relentless. âgonna make this pussy squirt againâcâmon, soak me.â
âonyâiâmâfuckââ you sob, voice cracking, legs shaking so hard your thighs burn. he growls, hand sliding down to rub your clit fast, tight circles while he pounds you. âlet it out, squirt on this dick gimme that shitâ
you break pussy clenching hard, squirting messy, wetness gushing out around him, soaking his abs, his thighs, the sheets, spraying with every thrust. âfuuuckâyesââ he groans, thrusts turning sloppy, hips stuttering as he cums deep, hot, thick groaning into your neck, dick pulsing, filling you up till it overflows, leaking out around him, mixing with your cream.
he stays buried, panting, forehead pressed to yours, then pulls out slowâwet, filthy popâwatching his cum drip from your pussy, thick and white, sliding down your ass. he smacks your thigh light, grinning.
he sits up and gives you a small peck before slipping off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.
the second heâs gone, youâre just staring at the ceiling like damn.
no wonder those girls be walking out his room sounding like they seen space. you feel like you just had an out-of-body experience, legs still shaking a little like theyâre buffering.
he comes back with a warm towel, eyes soft, voice low. he cleans you up gentle, whispering little sweet nothings under his breath like heâs scared to break the moment. when heâs done, he pulls one of his shirts over your head, tugging it down with that smug little smirk.
âyou know i have my own clothes,â you mumble.
âyeah,â he says, brushing his hand over your thigh, âbut i want you in mine.â
he lifts you and puts you on the couch while he changes the sheets, and you watch him like an idiot, trying not to giggle at how serious he looks tucking everything in. when he finishes, he comes back and scoops you up again like itâs nothing, laying you down on the fresh bed and pulling the covers over you.
then he slides in next to you, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you right into his chest like you belong there.
âi wanna take you on a date,â he says quietly, lips brushing your forehead. âi wanna do this the right way⌠even though we definitely skipped some parts.â
you smack his chest but youâre smiling. âyeah, iâll go on a date with you.â
you try to keep your eyes open, but youâre already yawning.
âi made you tired, huh?â he teases.
you roll your eyes at him, but your bodyâs already melting into his. he kisses your temple, shifts closer, and within minutes, youâre both knocked out, wrapped up in each other like itâs the most natural thing in the world.