it lowkey would be tea if we had a fic where tyriq/ ledger/teddy etc., is in love island and they played a role similar to carl for the reader or oc. like WALK WITH ME, bc that kiss aniya and carl shared in this latest episode fed families (especially me 😋). It has me curious and also inspired.
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Summary: When spending tremendous amount of time together on you're baecation in Paris, France you and Tyriq record all the special moments you've shared together on you're digital camera including the one where you were breaking Tyriq off in the hotel room.
Warning:Sexual activities, Alcohol, Sex tape content, sexual tension in public and etc.
The ambiance and aura of the beaming strip club was in pure amusement as strippers we're dancing sensually on top of the stages as party-go byers throw a good amount of racks at the midnight ballerinas.
The booming bass of Yung Miami's Spend Dat vibrated throughout the club leaving you swaying you're hips to the beat.
Tyriq was vibing, recording you and hyping you up with how gorgeous you looked underneath the club lights.
You were wearing a purple bandage dress, with you're new louboutin heels Tyriq had bought you and your hair, nails and makeup was done to perfection.
You we're on cloud nine with how much liquor and weed you consumed and You're boyfriend could see it in your mischievous eyes and body language.
"Aye baby won't you come bring yo sexy pretty ass here and come be my vixen for the camera" Tyriq shouted historically over the loud music angling the camera down to you're ass.
You bite down on your stiletto french tip nail, as you started to move you're ass way more frequently while know being bent over with Tyriq pressing up against you cheesing real hard.
Tyriq took the remaining of the hundreds dollar bills and did a money spread on you're back while you was fucking it up on him. The camera catching the glimpse of you're ass shaking effortlessly.
"Damn mama you the baddest bitch in the club tonight, these strippers ain't fuckin' with my baby" Tyriq says cockily while he licks his lips giving you're ass a couple of slaps all while dry humping you.
You turned around and giggled removing yourself out of his grip on you're lower body as you started whining you're waist to the chorus of spend dat all while making eye contact with the camera but mostly with the handsome man who was recording you behind it.
Tyriq was having a hell of a good time with you, weather it was just the two of you going out together or with friends just know a time will be had.
2st video clip
On the way back to the hotel you and Tyriq we're in the backseat of the cadillac truck vibing and turning up to 21's savage "POP IT" ft Latto, you had the camera recording the fun energetic moment that you and Tyriq we're sharing.
You two we're dancing and moving in sync together at the music Tyriq gently nudges his arm at your shoulder telling you to look up at the galaxy star ceiling with him while you both started bopping you're heads.
Tyriq's eyes we're on you the hold time admiring you while you we're rapping latto's part in pop it, but you're boyfriend's actions had you in complete shock at what he did.
He took the camera gently away from you know holding it up in the air to frame you both as he started rapping effortlessly to shade his haters from social media.
"Ya broke clock it, yo nigga watch it, million dollar whips, million dollar watches, real bitches hussle, weak bitches gossip my crib seven figures I'll show ya how to pop it" Tyriq's Cartier watch on his risk shines ever so brightly as he flexes it on to the digi camera. Letting his jobless haters on twitter know that he's far from broke.
"I know that's right big daddy let them hatin' ass niggas know you far from broke!!" You cheerfully beamed at you're man kissing his cheek as the watch on you're wrist was glistening too.
Tyriq smirks at the camera while throwing up a middle finger to the frame while you we're fighting the wetness that was know forming in you're panties.
"He is so fucking sexy for this" You thought to you're self.
As of know you we're place on Tyriq's lap lip syncing the lyrics to Future's "Rich $ex" the Suv had stopped at the red light cascading you and Tyriq's exquisite face cards as you still continue to sing to you're favorite song slightly grinding on you're man.
"Fuck so good got both us dizzy-" You stopped singing mid sentence when you felt Tyriq's soft lips pressed against your neck, his harden dick made it's presence as he grinds back into you causing you to gasp.
"Tyriiq baby-" you squealed out the throbbing sensation from you're pussy getting much worse as you make eye contact with the horny needy boy underneath you in the backseat.
Tyriq didn't give a single fuck if the chauffeur driver could hear you or if y'all ended up fucking in the backseat with the camera still on he wanted you so badly and you wanted him.
You both continue to stare at each other with intensity and hunger as you turned you're digital camera completely off ending the video.
And just like that you and you're man we're indeed having rich sex in y'all's hotel room, Tyriq didn't waste no opportunity having you bent over outside the balcony as you had a beautiful view and glimpse of the eiffel tower ahead of you, you're moans and screams erupted throughout the night atmosphere.
3rd video clip
The beaming sunlight showcasing in the baby blue sky was shining ever so brightly as the busy streets of Paris was crowded with people and live music.
You and Tyriq walked into the humongous louis vuitton store, today he was going to take you on a shopping spree plus he made a promised to buy you the latest pink collection LV just recently released.
And speaking of louis vuitton, Tyriq also had an louis vuitton menswear event he had to attend too during the trip in paris so him taking you shopping here is pretty accurate.
You immediately fell in love with the scenery of the fashion store before you, fashionable purses, shoes, clothes and more accessories decorated the luxurious store.
"I'm robbing the store!" You blurted out with humor in you're voice, hoping that you're silly boyfriend catch onto the viral trap caleb meme reference.
"Sista! Why you robbing the store?!" Tyriq's voice was in a high pitched valley girl accent that caused you to brust out into laughter at his humor antics.
You were recording Tyriq paying for all of the items that you had picked out. That being the new recent pink louis vuitton collection that he was indeed paying for with his black amercian express card.
"You know everything pinkaaa~ You know everything twinkles~" You happily sang as the cashier puts all you're shopping items in the iconic luxurious orange LV bags. As you let out an excited squeal of happiness.
"Do y'all niggas take you on foreign trips and causally take you out shopping to the Louis vuitton store?! I don't think so but mines do ain't that right big daddy?!" You turned the camera around to catch Tyriq's sickening side profile.
The sunlight from the window dancing on Tyriq's diamond stud earrings causing them to shine ever so brightly, as he was smiling at the camera then back to the cashier to tell them thank you for they're convince.
He was getting so shy and flustered from you bragging about him giving you princess treatment and spoiling you down with his acts of services.
He was turning you so bad with how sexy he looked with his tan, his pierced ears and the chill outfit he was wearing.
"Baby what if I go broke and I don't got no more racks to spend on you like Drake said?" Tyriq said shyly while holding all of you're shopping bags in his hands as you still record him through the camera.
"I rebuke in the name of Jesus" You said sarcastically in a jolly manner causing you're boyfriend to throw his head back and laugh hard at you're enthusiasm.
4th video clip
"She's replying her lip combo because I done made that shit into a mess" Tyriq says while recording you on the camera, you we're too busy finishing up the touches to you're signature lip combo, applying the shiny gloss over you're full lips.
You and Tyriq we're on a romantic date at this fancy restaurant he made reservations for in downtown France and as of right know he was annoying the fuck out of you but you loved it and allowed it because Tyriq is you're baby boy.
"Give me the fuckin' camera Riq" you said in aggravation while you slightly snatched the camera from his hands. "You get on my nerves wit'cho annoying yellow ass"
Tyriq snorts and chuckles at you're roasting while licking his lips getting a little turned on by you're attitude. "Ouu baby I like that shit, you so sexy when you're aggravated that's why I like annoying you" Tyriq said giggling sticking his tongue out at you.
"Yeah whatever boy" you said while playfully rolling you're eyes. "Anyways I got a surprise for you baby you ready?" You set the camera down on the table with you and Tyriq both in the frame.
"A surprise? Is it gonna be you having a conversation with the pillow tonight while I fuck you into oblivion from behind?" Tyriq gives you a mischievous smirk while his eyes stays on you, his hand rubbing your thigh.
You immediately gotten flustered from him sexually flirting with you as you gasped his name out lowly trying to pull you're self together.
Tyriq knew what the fuck he was doing to you, he was being dominant as hell and it was sexy.
"N-no Tyriq it's something else~" you said seductively and low as you pull out two boxes in different sizes both of them being wrapped in decoration paper.
"Happy early birthday baby it's for you, open them I wanna see you're reaction" you know smiled at you're adorable boyfriend who was in complete awe at his gifts you gifted him.
"Awww you bought me gifts I knew you loved me" Tyriq pouted at you through the camera lenes causing you to playfully scoff and role you're eyes.
"Boy open you're gifts before I hurt you" you playfully threatened him while getting his full reaction on camera.
First he opens the large gift removing the blue decoration paper to reveal a cologne collection it was the new "bleu de chanel" cologne that recently been released Tyriq was in complete awe at the sight of his new cologne gift.
"Aww baby you didn't have to do this thank you so much i'mma be smelling fresh as fuck!" Tyriq cheered happily while having the cutest smile on his face.
The next gift we're a pear of Tiffany CO diamond studed earrings and Tyriq was smiling historically at his gifts looking like a kid with they're christmas presents the moment was so cute and whole some between you two.
5th video clip
You and Tyriq we're in a drop top mercades riding throughout the city of Paris France with you being his passenger princess you hugging on you're huge bouquet of roses Tyriq gifted you on you're date night with him.
"On the run" by Beyonce and Jay Z boomed throughout the speakers while you was angling the digital camera at you and Tyriq while having a huge smile on you're pretty face, you're pearly whites visible.
You started screaming of happiness at the top of you're lunges Tyriq beside you sitting in a man spread with tented shades on, grinning historically at the camera as you yelled the lyrics out to "on the run".
"I don't care if we're on the runnn!! Baby, long as I'm next to youuu!! Ouuuu wahhh!! And if loving you is a crime tell me why do I bring out the best in youuu!! Tell me whyyy Tyriiiqq!! Babyyyyyy!!!" You sang the chorus of the song effortlessly with you're off key vocals which had you're man cackling up a strom.
"You have a voice of a beautiful angel my sweet princess" Tyriq smiled widely at you as he joins in on you're obnoxiously loud singing the two of you hooting and hollering together.
"I hear sirens while we make love loud as hell but they don'ttttt!! Knowwww!!! Woah!!!! woah!!!! Ouuuu!!! They're nowhere near us I will hold you're heart and you're gun I don't care if they come nooooo!! woahhh!!!" You both shouted at the top of you're lungs while staring into each other eyes.
And as the last chorus takes over you didn't hesitate to pull Tyriq into a romantic passionate kiss as he reciprocated instantly the camera catching the beautiful moment effortlessly.
6th video clip:The sex tape
Tyriq had found out that his homeboys Keith, Charles, Josh and Miles where also in paris France for the Louis vuitton fashion show. So he decided to go out with them tonight to the club.
And best believe he left out of the hotel room looking unintentionally fine as hell down to the jewelry, his cologne scent and his outfit.
And due to that you've made a promise to him that you we're gonna break his sexy ass off once he made it back safely to the hotel.
All Tyriq could do was give you a light hearted chuckle before he left and said in a sultry tone "i'mma leave you to that mama" and know here you are giving him the most sloppiest head ever while on camera.
You had him right where you wanted in the bed moaning and whimpering so loud as his glowly tanned chest was heaving up and down, his brows furrowed as his hands gripped on the satin sheets for dear life.
"I'm letting my mouth explain how much I've been craving you daddy, you're such a good boy for taking it just how I want you too" you're seductive voice spoke out to you're boyfriend as you take up every inch of Tyriq's dick up into you're month leaving him a moaning mess.
Tyriq was usually the submissive one everytime the two of you had sex or had gotten intimate with one another, but this time things were different.
You we're the submissive one tonight and you were doing a hell of a good job too from the way Tyriq was sounding and the love faces he was making due to you pleasuring him so good.
"S-shitt Y/N! F-Fuckkk girl- I can't take this shit! I'm about too- ughh mama~" Tyriq was trying to form a sentence through his moans as his eyes rolled back at the feel of you're tongue and mouth slurping and sucking his wet and glistening dick coated in you're saliva.
You're boyfriend swore up and down that you weren't going turn him every which way lose and suck his dick until he dozed off to sleep but here you are know proving him wrong.
"You can take it handsome~ I know you can are you gonna cum for me my sweet boy?" You cooed while bopping you're head at a reasonable paste as you're man's hips jerked forward.
All Tyriq could do was throw his head back against the pillows as the vein in his neck was showcasing at how tensed he was with all that pleasure he was getting from you're mouth he moaned to you in response.
"Nope" you let out a loud pop releasing Tyriq's dick from you're mouth as you looked up at the helpless boy that is in need of climaxing.
"That's not the response I wanna hear from you dada use you're words" you said know rubbing him off with you're too hands which caused Tyriq to curse loudly.
"FUCK! yessss!! Yeaaah mama i want this nutt! Keep on doing this shit until I'm cumming and dozing off please don't stop mommy" Tyriq moaned out while he was thrusting into you're hands as you picked up the pace.
The camera was capturing every single intimacy that you and Tyriq were sharing together, you took his dick back into you're mouth as you suck him fast and rough.
Tyriq was loud and I mean so loud the neighbors can hear him. If you two get kicked out tonight just know it will be worth it.
"Y-Y/NNN~ ouuuu fuckkk mama I'm cumming shitttt!! Oh my godd baby stopp~ I can't-" Tyriq screamed and whimpered you're name out while he was reaching his high of climaxing his legs we're shaking historically as you finish sucking his juices clean off of his dick.
You release his dick from you're mouth as you grabbed the camera from off the bed and faced it to yourself licking you're lips at the sight of Tyriq's breathing heavily.
"You wanna taste yourself my nasty Lil boy?" You questioned you're boyfriend as he nods his head weakly at you.
You and Tyriq we're tongue kissing each other down forming into a french kiss at that Tyriq moaned deeply into the kiss when you exchanged you're saliva with him into his mouth.
You pulled away from him and smiled widely at the camera reminiscing at all of the amazing memories you and Tyriq had made together.
"Looks like we had an everlasting time in paris france huh baby? baby?" You looked down to see a know sleep Tyriq knocked out clean in between the sheets and pillows.
It was you're cue to turn the lights and camera off as you tucked right next to Tyriq in bed giving him a few wet kisses on his neck and lips which caused him to do a closed smile in his sleep.
And that was a wrap on you're steamy and romantic baecation you had with you're astounding boyfriend Tyriq Withers.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this storyy I had a bomb ahh time writing this!! I will forever wish that I was Tyriq's girl😪
Summary: When spending tremendous amount of time together on you're baecation in Paris, France you and Tyriq record all the special moments you've shared together on you're digital camera including the one where you were breaking Tyriq off in the hotel room.
Warning:Sexual activities, Alcohol, Sex tape content, sexual tension in public and etc.
The ambiance and aura of the beaming strip club was in pure amusement as strippers we're dancing sensually on top of the stages as party-go byers throw a good amount of racks at the midnight ballerinas.
The booming bass of Yung Miami's Spend Dat vibrated throughout the club leaving you swaying you're hips to the beat.
Tyriq was vibing, recording you and hyping you up with how gorgeous you looked underneath the club lights.
You were wearing a purple bandage dress, with you're new louboutin heels Tyriq had bought you and your hair, nails and makeup was done to perfection.
You we're on cloud nine with how much liquor and weed you consumed and You're boyfriend could see it in your mischievous eyes and body language.
"Aye baby won't you come bring yo sexy pretty ass here and come be my vixen for the camera" Tyriq shouted historically over the loud music angling the camera down to you're ass.
You bite down on your stiletto french tip nail, as you started to move you're ass way more frequently while know being bent over with Tyriq pressing up against you cheesing real hard.
Tyriq took the remaining of the hundreds dollar bills and did a money spread on you're back while you was fucking it up on him. The camera catching the glimpse of you're ass shaking effortlessly.
"Damn mama you the baddest bitch in the club tonight, these strippers ain't fuckin' with my baby" Tyriq says cockily while he licks his lips giving you're ass a couple of slaps all while dry humping you.
You turned around and giggled removing yourself out of his grip on you're lower body as you started whining you're waist to the chorus of spend dat all while making eye contact with the camera but mostly with the handsome man who was recording you behind it.
Tyriq was having a hell of a good time with you, weather it was just the two of you going out together or with friends just know a time will be had.
2st video clip
On the way back to the hotel you and Tyriq we're in the backseat of the cadillac truck vibing and turning up to 21's savage "POP IT" ft Latto, you had the camera recording the fun energetic moment that you and Tyriq we're sharing.
You two we're dancing and moving in sync together at the music Tyriq gently nudges his arm at your shoulder telling you to look up at the galaxy star ceiling with him while you both started bopping you're heads.
Tyriq's eyes we're on you the hold time admiring you while you we're rapping latto's part in pop it, but you're boyfriend's actions had you in complete shock at what he did.
He took the camera gently away from you know holding it up in the air to frame you both as he started rapping effortlessly to shade his haters from social media.
"Ya broke clock it, yo nigga watch it, million dollar whips, million dollar watches, real bitches hussle, weak bitches gossip my crib seven figures I'll show ya how to pop it" Tyriq's Cartier watch on his risk shines ever so brightly as he flexes it on to the digi camera. Letting his jobless haters on twitter know that he's far from broke.
"I know that's right big daddy let them hatin' ass niggas know you far from broke!!" You cheerfully beamed at you're man kissing his cheek as the watch on you're wrist was glistening too.
Tyriq smirks at the camera while throwing up a middle finger to the frame while you we're fighting the wetness that was know forming in you're panties.
"He is so fucking sexy for this" You thought to you're self.
As of know you we're place on Tyriq's lap lip syncing the lyrics to Future's "Rich $ex" the Suv had stopped at the red light cascading you and Tyriq's exquisite face cards as you still continue to sing to you're favorite song slightly grinding on you're man.
"Fuck so good got both us dizzy-" You stopped singing mid sentence when you felt Tyriq's soft lips pressed against your neck, his harden dick made it's presence as he grinds back into you causing you to gasp.
"Tyriiq baby-" you squealed out the throbbing sensation from you're pussy getting much worse as you make eye contact with the horny needy boy underneath you in the backseat.
Tyriq didn't give a single fuck if the chauffeur driver could hear you or if y'all ended up fucking in the backseat with the camera still on he wanted you so badly and you wanted him.
You both continue to stare at each other with intensity and hunger as you turned you're digital camera completely off ending the video.
And just like that you and you're man we're indeed having rich sex in y'all's hotel room, Tyriq didn't waste no opportunity having you bent over outside the balcony as you had a beautiful view and glimpse of the eiffel tower ahead of you, you're moans and screams erupted throughout the night atmosphere.
3rd video clip
The beaming sunlight showcasing in the baby blue sky was shining ever so brightly as the busy streets of Paris was crowded with people and live music.
You and Tyriq walked into the humongous louis vuitton store, today he was going to take you on a shopping spree plus he made a promised to buy you the latest pink collection LV just recently released.
And speaking of louis vuitton, Tyriq also had an louis vuitton menswear event he had to attend too during the trip in paris so him taking you shopping here is pretty accurate.
You immediately fell in love with the scenery of the fashion store before you, fashionable purses, shoes, clothes and more accessories decorated the luxurious store.
"I'm robbing the store!" You blurted out with humor in you're voice, hoping that you're silly boyfriend catch onto the viral trap caleb meme reference.
"Sista! Why you robbing the store?!" Tyriq's voice was in a high pitched valley girl accent that caused you to brust out into laughter at his humor antics.
You were recording Tyriq paying for all of the items that you had picked out. That being the new recent pink louis vuitton collection that he was indeed paying for with his black amercian express card.
"You know everything pinkaaa~ You know everything twinkles~" You happily sang as the cashier puts all you're shopping items in the iconic luxurious orange LV bags. As you let out an excited squeal of happiness.
"Do y'all niggas take you on foreign trips and causally take you out shopping to the Louis vuitton store?! I don't think so but mines do ain't that right big daddy?!" You turned the camera around to catch Tyriq's sickening side profile.
The sunlight from the window dancing on Tyriq's diamond stud earrings causing them to shine ever so brightly, as he was smiling at the camera then back to the cashier to tell them thank you for they're convince.
He was getting so shy and flustered from you bragging about him giving you princess treatment and spoiling you down with his acts of services.
He was turning you so bad with how sexy he looked with his tan, his pierced ears and the chill outfit he was wearing.
"Baby what if I go broke and I don't got no more racks to spend on you like Drake said?" Tyriq said shyly while holding all of you're shopping bags in his hands as you still record him through the camera.
"I rebuke in the name of Jesus" You said sarcastically in a jolly manner causing you're boyfriend to throw his head back and laugh hard at you're enthusiasm.
4th video clip
"She's replying her lip combo because I done made that shit into a mess" Tyriq says while recording you on the camera, you we're too busy finishing up the touches to you're signature lip combo, applying the shiny gloss over you're full lips.
You and Tyriq we're on a romantic date at this fancy restaurant he made reservations for in downtown France and as of right know he was annoying the fuck out of you but you loved it and allowed it because Tyriq is you're baby boy.
"Give me the fuckin' camera Riq" you said in aggravation while you slightly snatched the camera from his hands. "You get on my nerves wit'cho annoying yellow ass"
Tyriq snorts and chuckles at you're roasting while licking his lips getting a little turned on by you're attitude. "Ouu baby I like that shit, you so sexy when you're aggravated that's why I like annoying you" Tyriq said giggling sticking his tongue out at you.
"Yeah whatever boy" you said while playfully rolling you're eyes. "Anyways I got a surprise for you baby you ready?" You set the camera down on the table with you and Tyriq both in the frame.
"A surprise? Is it gonna be you having a conversation with the pillow tonight while I fuck you into oblivion from behind?" Tyriq gives you a mischievous smirk while his eyes stays on you, his hand rubbing your thigh.
You immediately gotten flustered from him sexually flirting with you as you gasped his name out lowly trying to pull you're self together.
Tyriq knew what the fuck he was doing to you, he was being dominant as hell and it was sexy.
"N-no Tyriq it's something else~" you said seductively and low as you pull out two boxes in different sizes both of them being wrapped in decoration paper.
"Happy early birthday baby it's for you, open them I wanna see you're reaction" you know smiled at you're adorable boyfriend who was in complete awe at his gifts you gifted him.
"Awww you bought me gifts I knew you loved me" Tyriq pouted at you through the camera lenes causing you to playfully scoff and role you're eyes.
"Boy open you're gifts before I hurt you" you playfully threatened him while getting his full reaction on camera.
First he opens the large gift removing the blue decoration paper to reveal a cologne collection it was the new "bleu de chanel" cologne that recently been released Tyriq was in complete awe at the sight of his new cologne gift.
"Aww baby you didn't have to do this thank you so much i'mma be smelling fresh as fuck!" Tyriq cheered happily while having the cutest smile on his face.
The next gift we're a pear of Tiffany CO diamond studed earrings and Tyriq was smiling historically at his gifts looking like a kid with they're christmas presents the moment was so cute and whole some between you two.
5th video clip
You and Tyriq we're in a drop top mercades riding throughout the city of Paris France with you being his passenger princess you hugging on you're huge bouquet of roses Tyriq gifted you on you're date night with him.
"On the run" by Beyonce and Jay Z boomed throughout the speakers while you was angling the digital camera at you and Tyriq while having a huge smile on you're pretty face, you're pearly whites visible.
You started screaming of happiness at the top of you're lunges Tyriq beside you sitting in a man spread with tented shades on, grinning historically at the camera as you yelled the lyrics out to "on the run".
"I don't care if we're on the runnn!! Baby, long as I'm next to youuu!! Ouuuu wahhh!! And if loving you is a crime tell me why do I bring out the best in youuu!! Tell me whyyy Tyriiiqq!! Babyyyyyy!!!" You sang the chorus of the song effortlessly with you're off key vocals which had you're man cackling up a strom.
"You have a voice of a beautiful angel my sweet princess" Tyriq smiled widely at you as he joins in on you're obnoxiously loud singing the two of you hooting and hollering together.
"I hear sirens while we make love loud as hell but they don'ttttt!! Knowwww!!! Woah!!!! woah!!!! Ouuuu!!! They're nowhere near us I will hold you're heart and you're gun I don't care if they come nooooo!! woahhh!!!" You both shouted at the top of you're lungs while staring into each other eyes.
And as the last chorus takes over you didn't hesitate to pull Tyriq into a romantic passionate kiss as he reciprocated instantly the camera catching the beautiful moment effortlessly.
6th video clip:The sex tape
Tyriq had found out that his homeboys Keith, Charles, Josh and Miles where also in paris France for the Louis vuitton fashion show. So he decided to go out with them tonight to the club.
And best believe he left out of the hotel room looking unintentionally fine as hell down to the jewelry, his cologne scent and his outfit.
And due to that you've made a promise to him that you we're gonna break his sexy ass off once he made it back safely to the hotel.
All Tyriq could do was give you a light hearted chuckle before he left and said in a sultry tone "i'mma leave you to that mama" and know here you are giving him the most sloppiest head ever while on camera.
You had him right where you wanted in the bed moaning and whimpering so loud as his glowly tanned chest was heaving up and down, his brows furrowed as his hands gripped on the satin sheets for dear life.
"I'm letting my mouth explain how much I've been craving you daddy, you're such a good boy for taking it just how I want you too" you're seductive voice spoke out to you're boyfriend as you take up every inch of Tyriq's dick up into you're month leaving him a moaning mess.
Tyriq was usually the submissive one everytime the two of you had sex or had gotten intimate with one another, but this time things were different.
You we're the submissive one tonight and you were doing a hell of a good job too from the way Tyriq was sounding and the love faces he was making due to you pleasuring him so good.
"S-shitt Y/N! F-Fuckkk girl- I can't take this shit! I'm about too- ughh mama~" Tyriq was trying to form a sentence through his moans as his eyes rolled back at the feel of you're tongue and mouth slurping and sucking his wet and glistening dick coated in you're saliva.
You're boyfriend swore up and down that you weren't going turn him every which way lose and suck his dick until he dozed off to sleep but here you are know proving him wrong.
"You can take it handsome~ I know you can are you gonna cum for me my sweet boy?" You cooed while bopping you're head at a reasonable paste as you're man's hips jerked forward.
All Tyriq could do was throw his head back against the pillows as the vein in his neck was showcasing at how tensed he was with all that pleasure he was getting from you're mouth he moaned to you in response.
"Nope" you let out a loud pop releasing Tyriq's dick from you're mouth as you looked up at the helpless boy that is in need of climaxing.
"That's not the response I wanna hear from you dada use you're words" you said know rubbing him off with you're too hands which caused Tyriq to curse loudly.
"FUCK! yessss!! Yeaaah mama i want this nutt! Keep on doing this shit until I'm cumming and dozing off please don't stop mommy" Tyriq moaned out while he was thrusting into you're hands as you picked up the pace.
The camera was capturing every single intimacy that you and Tyriq were sharing together, you took his dick back into you're mouth as you suck him fast and rough.
Tyriq was loud and I mean so loud the neighbors can hear him. If you two get kicked out tonight just know it will be worth it.
"Y-Y/NNN~ ouuuu fuckkk mama I'm cumming shitttt!! Oh my godd baby stopp~ I can't-" Tyriq screamed and whimpered you're name out while he was reaching his high of climaxing his legs we're shaking historically as you finish sucking his juices clean off of his dick.
You release his dick from you're mouth as you grabbed the camera from off the bed and faced it to yourself licking you're lips at the sight of Tyriq's breathing heavily.
"You wanna taste yourself my nasty Lil boy?" You questioned you're boyfriend as he nods his head weakly at you.
You and Tyriq we're tongue kissing each other down forming into a french kiss at that Tyriq moaned deeply into the kiss when you exchanged you're saliva with him into his mouth.
You pulled away from him and smiled widely at the camera reminiscing at all of the amazing memories you and Tyriq had made together.
"Looks like we had an everlasting time in paris france huh baby? baby?" You looked down to see a know sleep Tyriq knocked out clean in between the sheets and pillows.
It was you're cue to turn the lights and camera off as you tucked right next to Tyriq in bed giving him a few wet kisses on his neck and lips which caused him to do a closed smile in his sleep.
And that was a wrap on you're steamy and romantic baecation you had with you're astounding boyfriend Tyriq Withers.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this storyy I had a bomb ahh time writing this!! I will forever wish that I was Tyriq's girl😪
꣑ৎ oh nothing major! just a throat-training sesh that turns into getting fuccd prone bone style by bestfriend!cameron cade . . . god bless his dad’s genetics.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ 𝖎ntoxicated best-friend!cameron cade who kisses your forehead before gripping both shoulders and forcing you to your knees. with one hand, he cups beneath your chin and squeezes. the other rips his beaming cock free from the confines of his boxers and drags the seeping head over your puckered lips; coating pre from top to bottom . . . like lipgloss. one in a gazillion sticky-icky lipgloss.
if there weren’t a session to get through, he might’ve bust right here; glazing your curls, soaking your lashes and cute swollen cheeks in ropes of hot semen.
he repositions that big hand to the back of your head and pushes in, drawing that mouth forward. “c’mon,” he urges, tip slapping atop your nose, metal spheres tapping just between both furrowed eyebrows. “c’mon, girl- say aah- give’it a kiss.”
and when those sticky-glossed lips part, cameron slips right on in — the salty taste of penis floods your palate: “mmnh~” and he couldn’t have torn his eyes away even if he’d wanted to, stuck lazy-eyed and staring with a neeed that matched his low heaving breaths.
“shit -! yo, waittt- hnnh!” cameron catches one side of your head, trying to wring you away — treacly webs of gluey saliva track from his bushy happy trail to your lips. “chill the fuck out- no need to rush. ‘m not goin’ anywhere.” plus, being too eager too early fucks the experience up.
“start over. take it bit-by-bit.” because a good nut couldn’t be rushed. “‘t’s not a race . . .” so, you crane back back back and as instructed, focus solely on cameron’s fiery tip. you dip into his piss slit before closing your mouth around him. shit. “suck both cheeks’n,” to apply pressure there. “go’on. suck’em in hard.”
and you do just that. shlrp shlrp shlrrrp. seamlessly; hollowing your cheeks and slurping the bulbous head of him, “mmff~” cameron grumbled, “jus’like thhat.” tears were leaving his blood-shot eyes and catching within those light-brown lashes, “soo nice’nd’warm, my baby.” he’s giving that ‘gosh, i wanna marry you’ stare while you gag and choke . . . then, “w-watch the teeth, mama.” drool dribbles from both corners as you gurgle a soft apology, having just bumped into his pretty piercing.
he winces again and again ‘cause it keeps happening. accidentally, of course, you’d never do this purposely. you were learning! and just wanted to make him feel good. cameron has his fists balled in frustration . . . but they loosen. sympathetic. he couldn’t put himself in your shoes, but you weren’t the first girl to struggle around him. he was a big guy. being this big wasn’t easy on both parties.
“let me do it -“ cameron cradles the back of your neck, pads of his fingers digging into your sweaty skin, “i’ve got it, dovey. i’ve got’t . . .” the silky head of his beating cock drags down and out of your constricting throat; he’s forcibly shoving his dick as far as possible, pathetically using you as his own personal fleshlight. “mbghh~!” blood’s rushing through cameron’s entire body and he feels soooo refreshed. so charged.
“gimme your hand.” he guides you to the bump — the chunky bulge poking beneath the skin of your neck. “feel good, don’it? hnnnnm.” so good. “mmph~!” soooo good. so fucking good that you’re tearing. full on crying and making the nastiest noises around his marvellous cock.
chlorp chlorp klrtch! “thaaat’s it, mama -“ both hands locked at the back of your head, his panting breaks through wet, slobbery plaps. “suuch a perfect fit.” feet planted, thicck thighs strained, he drives his pelvis in and backs only when the tip of your nose jabs into his wet abdomen — stuffing you full with each mouth-watering inch. ghlk ghlk ghlk!
as wonderful as this felt, cameron couldn’t cum like this. well, he could. but he didn’t want to. so greedy, he is. and unapologetically so. his cock falls from your lips with a pop and swiftly, he whisks you from the floor and onto the bed; full of bear creatures and fuzzy cushions. “this’s the only way i wan’a, i’m sorry, mama,” cameron purrs, plucking your gooey panties to the side.
and he loves your pudgy pussy and how he has to spread your folds apart in order to tease that weepy slit, just begging to be filled.
cameron’s easing his way in — splitting a huge, gaping stretch with just his leaky tip alone. the cute ‘o-oh cam’ that spills from your filthy lips was beautiful music to his ears. a hand holds the small of your back, creating that yummy arch and smushing your face into purple blankets, and his left holds your forearm for leverage. slap - slaap - slapp!
his hips slam against the round globes of your ass, angry cock head hitting that gummy spot over, and over, and over, chilled piercing draggingggg and tugging at your walls. toes curling, gigantic waves of pleasure and lust travel through every part of your body.
“ok- cam, fffuc- o-okaay- shiiiit~!” you whine, palms fisting the sheets of the bed tightly, knuckles going frosty. “sl-slow down!” sounded like nothing but angel’s calls for more to your best friend. filled to the very hilt, cameron was just making sure your cunt was getting all of him. “‘m sorry, mama.”
he’s groaning, trying his hardest not to crush you with his weight. “i. feel. hnnh! i think- it’s gonna come out- cam~” tenderly, his hand wraps around your throat from the back, pinky pressing down. a cocky, pussy-drunk grin, “push’t all out- all over this fat dick.” cameron licks his tongue into your mouth, “do’t- mama.” hips still strong and working, battering up your squishy insides.
and when a glob of his bubbly spit falls splats onto your tongue, it’s completelyyyyy over — juice trickles and your thighs are quivering unrelentingly. cameron’s reached his peak too. he hurriedly pulls out with a wounded noise and quickly uses two fingers to part your pussy folds, pumping balmy white stripes over that used hole.
A/N: It’s officially summer y’all! (I’ll be over it as soon as the weather stays above 85 where I’m at tbh 💀) Anyway Cameron won just like I knew he would lol but it was a close call with Ledger—don’t worry Ledger girlies I’ll still do that piece at some point too. Hope this little thing brings you some joy.
WARNINGS: Bossy!Cam, guess you can say this is OC-ish since reader has a name—not much physical descriptions besides hair being mentioned, minor background + career cited, language, comedy/unserious-ness, & references.
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He’s with a fan.
It was only a matter of time and no shape or form was Souline Delaroche bothered by that.
Gave her more time to stall after Cameron decided to dump this news on her as they sat across from each other, bellies stuffed with the itis swimming in her eyes.
Her back is against the wall like Brenda Meeks when she ducks behind the stone structure.
Phone out, starting up another TikTok and ignoring the whole: YoU’RE ACcUMuLAtiNG tOo MANy DrAFTS message, she holds the lens of her camera out along the edge of the wall, zooming in on Cameron standing, hands folding underneath his arms as he nodded along, grinning at whatever the supporter was saying to him.
Then she begins another clip, running her fingers through her invisible micro link install that came right out of her scalp, thick Prada shades perched up on type of her head, before suddenly remembering not to have her arm out too far now, angling her phone lens upwards to start talking, leaving only her hairline and brows in view.
She whispers over the soft jazz music that plays at this outdoor restaurant, “Tell me why thee FUCK, this man is trying to get me to workout when we’re on vacation? In St. Barts at that!”
Souline sighs, lifting the camera downwards to show her face again but she’s peeking around her to make sure Cameron is still busy, “Like? I’m confused. We just got here—two days ago but still. We relaxed the first day because we got here late. Then the day after? Man has a whole itinerary—which is fine because we love a man that can make plans but also? Why are you trying to do laps in the pool at six in the morning? And then think we’re gonna go on a hike by eight? This is what it’s like dating an athlete—now I understand mom. You married one in the nineties! S.O.S. And that’s on Rihanna, I swear to God.”
The crystal water from the view breezes by smelling of salt and light like floral that eases the brief stress from Souline. She flips the view to the turquoise waters and pastel colored buildings in the distance off to the right.
Slowly panning over to the left towards the dining area was a mistake.
The yelp she lets out is enough for her to realize she’s been caught.
“You done talkin’ shit so we can put this work in or what?” Cameron Cade stands by the edge of the wall, shoulder pressing into the stone as his eyes are set on his dramatic journalist of a girlfriend.
She stops recording.
“…and if I say no?”
Cameron puffs out a humorless laugh, “Then you don’t get that Prada bag that you’ve been eyeing for weeks—which I put on hold here this morning at that boutique we drove by and that Dior bag might just turn up missin’. Your choice.”
Souline’s nose crinkles in irritation when she peeks down at the exact Dior bag that’s hanging onto her wrist. She takes a deep inhale, shoving her phone back into her bag. Then she lifts her head meeting his challenging indigo-eyed stare, “I will not apologize for having an excellent breakfast.”
Cameron frowns.
“It was balanced. Sufficient. There’s benefits to exercising after devouring food, believe me when I say that, big back. You’ll be thanking me later since you’re missing out on Pilates this week.”
Souline’s mouth drops while she picks up on the teasing in his tone. A faint dimple appears on the side of his cheek as she steps towards him, finger pointed in his direction, “Did you just call me a linebacker, Cameron Samuel Cade?”
“Nah. Didn’t say all that,” Cameron rolls his eyes at the middle name drop as he meets her toe to toe, “Far from a body shamer baby. Love all that you are…but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be on your ass, especially when you’re on my team.”
Souline hated how much she liked hearing that.
Which was unfortunate.
It was making a perfectly reasonable argument much harder to win.
She keeps her chin up though, moving to step around Cameron but he simply matches with her, tossing his arm over her shoulder, and tucking her into his side.
It was all, “Slight work, I promise,” as they ride in the red Moke back to the Villa.
Cameron Cade was the only one looking like a bombshell—as if the concept of fatigue was foreign to him. While Souline lay on the mat, bare knees up swaying from side to side, folded hands pressed against her damp forehead, she fought hard to catch her breath.
It had to be over an hour of exercising.
Cameron’s definition of light exercise was completely different from Souline’s.
This was actually relaxing to him.
How sick!
She was used to thirty minute Cardio on her own every now and then. She’s also only been to Pilates with her sister and her friends once or twice—but that was THEIR thing.
Souline just wanted to try it out.
She even gave into the propaganda.
Now the Pilates reformer that Cameron actually set up back at her place was collecting dust if her sister wasn’t over taking full advantage of it.
She should have known better messing around with a dedicated athlete.
“C’mon, Soul. Up. We hitting the chest raises next.” Cameron calls out, dropping down from the pull-up machine.
Souline peeks over as Cameron is making his way over to her. Her heartbeat is in her ears as she slowly shakes her head.
“…I’m cool.”
“What?”
“I said…I don’t wanna be a gym baddie no more.” Souline pushes up onto her elbows and even that feels like a crime but her eyes sit on the shirtless 6’5 man standing over her, “The more I do these sessions with you? The heller the nah.”
Cameron blinks at her, leaning forward to smack at her calf, “I let you have your five minute break. Hydrate some more. Then get those dumbbells. I’m not playin’ with you.”
He turns his back but that doesn’t stop him from feeling Souline’s glare.
She scoffs and drops back down, head lolling around like a bad ass kid throwing a tantrum in store. Soul thinks she’s muttering to herself just as Future’s voice fades into a Don Toliver track, “…got me feelin’ like Chante Moore: just leave me alone, nee-ga.”
Cameron whips his head around, “Oh you a real comedian huh? Watch this.”
Being dragged by the ankles and tossed up into the air like Souline was suddenly on the cheerleading squad again (that she hated so bad) was insane work, truly.
Hanging over his shoulder like this was NOT it.
Low-key Souline was starting to wonder if Cameron had intentions of trying to kill her.
She would never voice this out loud since that’s a sensitive topic to even joke about—with the whole cult scandal thing but we can all keep a secret.
Right?
His large hand smacks right at her backside, made her hiss and consider jamming her elbow into the back of his head but since she was a considerate girlfriend, who was mindful of his concussions, she decided against that.
“Knock it the fuck off, Joe Jackson.”
“Aye now, don’t you ever compare me to that bitch.”
“Then act like you have some sense, Cam.” Souline bites back while said man starts to lower her back onto her feet, “We’ve been at this for two hours.”
Cam sucks his teeth at her and looks at his watch, “It’s only been forty-five minutes.”
Only?
“Of hell!”
“You a quitter?”
“Yup.” Souline nods her head obnoxiously, “I sure am!”
Cam snorts, “Aight then go. And have fun writing about me in your journal like Moesha.”
A flat look is immediately sent his way when he attempts to wave her off.
It’s like he sees what she’s imagining in her head before she even does it. Almost as if the old scar on his scalp tingles like a left in too long relaxer just before she lunges at him.
He could have stepped to the side but the last thing he wanted was for Souline to ever get hurt.
So he meets the force with a grunt.
Her shoulder is digging into his torso, he curls around her like he’s about to yell, “hut,” with a devilish smirk.
“There she is.”
Cameron Cade holds strong around her tugging, amusement taking over his body.
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Three hours later…after some much needed rest that Souline was actually right about…
Cameron manages to persuade Souline into another outing in town during the late June afternoon.
She’s passenger side beside him in the apple red Moze, glossed lip combo wrapped around the thin black plastic straw, lightly sipping on the fresh pressed juice from the smoothie bar Cam suggested they taste test.
He told her to pick one for him since the menu was only in French and she so happened to be fluent in it, while his mom ended up calling at the moment they were deciding. So he stepped out of line after Souline called out her hello’s to the woman, before Cameron moved to the side to chat with his mom privately.
“How’s everything going, baby? You guys having fun and staying out of trouble?” His mother asks but he already knows what she’s hinting at.
Cam almost smirks to himself at the memory of pushing Soul’s buttons at the villa’s gym to cushioning the back of her head in the steaming shower before her damp body met the slippery tile.
“As much good trouble that’s allowed, ma.”
The woman that gave him life warns, “Cameron Cade.”
Cameron laughs, sliding past that, “Wanna hear the latest about the ring?”
“Yes, Father God!”
“You sure?” He instigates.
“As sure as I am that my president will always be black.”
He grins.
Cam sadly left his, “Take A Hike!” Right in the cup holder after three sips.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it. I thought it was fitting?” Souline geninuely questions.
With one hand on the wheel, Cam clears his throat, “These are juice cleanses. My stomach is talking and telling me I gotta take it slow. There’s definitely kale in that. I can tell.”
Souline’s mouth forms into a “o,” with a nod of her head until she breathes out a laugh.
It’s Cameron’s turn to send her a side eye.
“I know you’re not laughing.”
“I’m not. I swear.”
“Got you that bag and now you don’t know how to act.” Cameron sits up in the driver’s side then glances over at his girlfriend, “…Did you set me up?”
“What?!” Souline gasps, still laughing, “I would never, CC.”
Her fingers reach out to pinch his cheeks together, cooing.
Cameron stares over at her hard, for as long as he could until he turns back to the road, dodging his face from her hold, quietly wondering if he’s gonna make it.
His stomach was at an easy five but he wasn’t trying to discuss bowel movements right now.
“Do you want me to drive?” Souline offers.
“Did you poison my ass?”
“For an athlete, I thought you would be used to cleanses by now. You said you wanted a juice? So I picked just like you asked.”
“Couldn’t have selected one to boost my glow or help my muscles after back to back workouts?”
Souline knows exactly what other workout he was referring to.
She beams at him, “That’s what mine is.”
Cameron sucks his teeth as his stomach flips again when he fails to avoid a bump in the road, “Foul as hell. So we at war now?”
“No.” Souline rubs at his thigh in hopes of comforting him and making him see she wouldn’t be that petty after everything that went on today, “We’re on vacation.”
She sits back against the passenger chair, her thumb rubbing over Cameron’s knee cap as he caresses his own set jaw.
Her drink sits beside his, between them, a sigh leaving her as the wind whips all around them and inside the car.
“…appreciate the bag tho.”
He meets her stare, humor in her’s now as her hair floats all around her.
“You’re lucky we’re so locked in…otherwise we’d be beefing for the rest of our stay, that it might start some more rumors in the headlines.” Cameron tells her, she laughs moving to smack a glittery kiss against his cheek.
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authors note: hellooo! This is my first time posting fics on tumblr. Me and wattpad have a love hate relationship. Anyways, this fic is on a random black male oc based off of king Von sort of. hope you enjoy!
warnings: bestfriend!blackmaleoc x black!chubbyfemaleoc, masturbation, overstimulation, use of toys, maybeee pussy eating(idk), (fmoc!receiving), more smut, dirty talk, names (ma, baby, slut, bitch) and implied fucking but it doesn’t happen because fem oc acts up a bit.. yeah I think that sums it up! (I lowkey don’t like this fic)
Thank you for reading!
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Dahlia sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection. Sometimes she hated the way she looked. Rubbing at her acne-covered skin, she let out a sigh.
I need to find some new skin care products.
Considering her now awaken state, Dahlia yawned and stretched where she sat. She then got up to gather her robe and made her way to the bathroom. She began to strip out of her under clothes considering she never really wore much to sleep.
She simply stared at her body. Her chubby stomach, the cellulite on her lower back, even her boobs that were slightly saggy at the age of twenty-three. She felt sometimes that she needed to get a grip and start dolling her self up. Maybe then she’d feel prettier.
While getting in the shower, she heard her phone ring through her speakers.
“Alexa! Answer call.”
Her soft voice rang through the bathroom as the call connected. She heard a bit of shuffling as she began to wash her under arms.
“Lia, where yo’ face at?” This sentence caused the younger woman to roll her eyes.
So demanding.
“Hi Von. I’m in the shower so you can’t see me right now.” Dahlia yelled over the shower. She heard a lip smack and she could already imagine the mug forming.
“Lee you know damn well I don’t give a fuck about that shower, and why yo’ lil’ ass yelling? I can hear you. That Alexa shit is implanted everywhere.”
Dahlia chuckled as he rambled at this point. She was now going in with her body scrub, it smelled so good to her. “Okay Dayvon.” She yelled again. Just to irritate him a little.
“Nah but look though, I want you to spend the day wit’ me. Pack some clothes too pretty.” Von’s accented voice rang through the bathroom as Dahlia turned the water off.
“What if I don’t want to. I just got back I don’t want to keep leaving all the timeee.” The younger woman dragged out, talking about her recent trip to Florida, a slight whine in her tone. Dayvon could understand that so he nodded, his shiny smile appearing as she sat her phone up and turned her camera on. A soft white towel wrapped around her body.
To Dayvon it looked loose, ready to fall and reveal everything to his eyes. Not that he’d mind. “Quit allat’ whinin’. We don’t gotta leave then, we can have a day in the house.”
“Okay fine. What time you gonna be here?” Dahlia asked as she washed her face after brushing her teeth. She then grabbed her phone and walked toward her room across the hall. She heard Dayvon mumble something before speaking;
“I’ll be there in a hour. Be ready pretty.” She felt herself grinning at the nickname before responding with a soft ‘Okay’ and hanging up.
She got dressed and prepared to leave.
TIME SKIP
Dahlia felt her phone buzz in the pocket of her leggings, so she pulled it out.
| I’m here lee.
Dahlia felt her heartbeat pick up, which honestly should’ve been her first sign. She smiled small, dimples appearing on her face before she replied.
Okay, I’m coming. |
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Dayvon liked the message before putting his phone face-up on the middle console. When he saw her door open and her figure appear in the door frame with her gym bag, and a couple other things, he quickly got out to help her and get her settled in the car.
As he pulled off to a red light, Von looked over to scan her. Her hair was blow-dried into an Afro, gloss covered lips slightly parted as she did something on her phone. Her thicker thighs covered in grey leggings, a matching grey colored fitted tank top that had her cleavage way too noticeable, covering the top of her. She also wore her signature gold jewelry, the charm stuffed between her boobs. She was so fucking beautiful to him.
The light turned green and he stopped staring at her, it was all unbeknownst to Dahlia who was engrossed in her phone, probably playing block blast or something. “You’re so quiet, you okay?”
Dahlia’s voice sounded through his car over the low rap that played. That was another thing for him. Certain things she said along with her tone was enough to make him ache something terrible.
“Yeah ma, I’m okay. You wanna get some ice cream after we drop yo’ stuff off at the house?” Dayvon asked. “I thought you said we didn’t have to go anywhere we could just chill at the house.”
Dahlia frowned. She really did not feel like doing anything to do with outside today. Plus it was really hot anyways. Dayvon smirked, his grills glinting in the sun light. “Okay pretty, we can eat some popcorn or whateva’. It’s about you today.”
Dahlia just stared for a second as he looked forward. She felt herself throb. Did he ever feel the tension too? She wondered. He was so handsome she couldn’t help herself. She reached over to touched his hair massaging her hands through his dreads. “You needa’ retwist Von.”
He hummed in response, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as they pulled in front of his home. They exited the vehicle in silence and he helped her grab her things so they could get inside. Stepping in, Dahlia felt the cool air hit her chest and face. “Whew! That literally feels amazing. I was sooo hot.” She yelled, stretching her limbs. Von agreed. He stared at the stretch marks that covered her stomach. He felt himself throb.
I need some head or sum’
He ran a hand down his face. He honestly felt he couldn’t even get hard for another girl anymore. Or atleast another female couldn’t leave him beating his dick until the tip was red like Dahlia could.
“You hungry? I got left over Alfredo, or we can order something.” Von asked clearing his throat, as he laid back on the couch she was walking toward. “mmm I’ll eat the Alfredo. I’ve been craving some anyways. But I’ll eat it later.” Dahlia spoke.
Dahlia sat down, laying her legs on his lap. First mistake. They talked more about random things, different anime’s, music, books that Lia had read, all while Dayvon zoned out continuously, leaving an oblivious Dahlia concerned.
Meanwhile, Von was thinking of a way to get his erection to go away. He didn’t need her feeling it considering it would make everything awkward. Or would it? He soon got an idea. “Lee, let’s watch the new conjuring movie. Ima go shower first though.” He spoke grabbing her thighs and lifting them off of him, careful not to brush them against him.
Dahlia sat for maybe ten minutes after watching Von disappear into the hallway. She decided she’d shower as well. Not thinking of much else she made her way to the guest bathroom.
30 MINUTES LATER…
As Von made his way out of his room, he heard his name being yelled.
My baby always yellin’
“Von! I forgot my bag in the living room, I’m in the guest room can you bring it to me?! Please!” He responded with a yes, before heading to retrieve her bag. He walked down his hallway with a balanced pace before he went to open the door.
He wasn’t prepared to see her bent over, towel doing nothing to cover up her bare ass and lips that her thighs pushed together. She quickly shot up from her position after hearing the door open. Why did her towel have to be so damn short?
Von immediately grew in his sweats. It was now his second time having a boner today. Dayvon had always had a lot of strength and restraint when it came to Dahlia because he saw her for her before sexual feelings formed. it wasn’t always like this. Dayvon and Dahlia had been friends since their teenage years, he’d seen her in her bra and panties multiple times, nothing. But then again, she had filled out now, boobs more fuller, thighs a lot thicker, ass fat.
Von was probably too busy falling in love with her as a person to notice her body at the time though. He’d fell for her softness and her nerd-like tendencies. He’d fell for how she was there for him when hell came. He’d fell for how she showed him what a glimpse of heaven felt like. She was such a joyous person to be around. He really loved Dahlia. It was just eating him up alive, worrying that she didn’t feel the same way.
“F-Fuck. I’m sorry. You scared me.” Dahlia stuttered, trying to laugh the awkward feeling off. She hoped he hadn’t seen anything. But another part in her, a much darker and deeper part that she hid behind all her shy ways, wished he would just drop everything and bend her over himself this time.
Von stood there contemplating. Dahlia was a very smart girl. And he knew common sense was super common for her. If she knew she asked him to grab something for her, why would it have scared her that he walked in? Was she not expecting him? Unless—
Oh?
“When you gon’ stop playing with me Dahlia?” He asked, his voice now sounding a lot quieter and deeper.
Almost as if he knew he was crossing the line he knew they’d been bordering on.
“I—I’m not.” Was all the younger woman could manage out. Von had now dropped the gym bag on the floor. The shake in her voice told him everything she hadn’t been bold enough to say.
Even then, he wouldn’t give in so easily. She made him wait this long. So he stood right by the door. He shook his head with a smirk tugging the corner of his lips. “Nah mama. Don’t lie to me. You knew I was coming in here, you knew what me seeing you bent over like that would do to me.” He watched as she bit her lip, something she did when she was thinking.
He was so tired of giving her time to think when they both knew she wanted him. And he wanted her just as bad. “Come here.” Von demanded in that Chicago accent that never failed to leave her throbbing when he said certain shit. She took a swallow as she took the couple of steps. She was so nervous yet turned on by him calling her out. She soon almost reached him, but as soon as she was in arms reach, he grabbed her by her face, smooshing her cheeks together with his hold.
He then connected their lips, and at first Dahlia just froze. She soon allowed herself to melt into him and she started to kiss him back, tongues fighting for dominance but Von eventually winning. Although she didn’t mean to, she let out a moan that also sounded way too close to a whimper. She also felt her towel sliding down.
She went to grab it but Dayvon grabbed both of her wrists after detaching his hands from her face. “Mm, let me see you pretty girl.”
So she let it fall, the cold air blowing against her nipples that were prominent from arousal. Her boobs were so sensitive it drove her insane. Dayvon took a moment to take her in. He’d always been taller than her so she had to look up at him. Her pretty doe eyes were glossed over as if she was in a daze, lips swollen, brown areola’s that surrounded her lighter shaded nipples. Her stomach was pudgy but Von loved that, along with her thick thighs that were currently squeezed together.
“You know I love you and you’re so beautiful to me right mama?” This made Dahlia pause.
“Y-Yes? Why’d you ask..” Dayvon responded with a full blown smile.
“Because I’m about to fuck you so rough and good that you might think I hate yo’ ass. Get on the bed and spread them legs. Now.” He commanded. She watched as he walked out of the room.
A feeling of excitement rushed through her, she was now on the bed with her legs spread. He was taking so long though, and she was throbbing. So she dragged her hand down her body until she got to her sopping pussy, rubbing her clit in slow circular motions. She wanted to twist and tug on her nipples terribly but she knew she’d cum from both stimulations. But she also couldn’t help it anymore.
Von soon returned with cuffs and a couple other toys to see her sprawled out, her essence dripping down the crack of her ass and onto the bed. She hadn’t realized he walked in now since her eyes were closed.
“F-Fuck! Please, Please, Pleaseee.” She dragged out. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and had her left hand up that was massaging her breasts.
Just as she was about to insert a finger inside, he spoke up. “Slutty ass. You couldn’t wait for me Lia? Huh?” She quickly closed her legs and began to sit up. “I—You were taking so long I couldn’t help it baby I’m so sorry”
“Nah lay back down. Keep going.” But Dahlia had grown shy. She hesitated and only spread her legs. “spread yourself open. and I’m not gon’ tell you what to do again mama.”
Dahlia began circling her clit again as told. But as time passed her rubs got more desperate and faster and she took some of her arousal on her fingers that was seeping out of her hole with her other hand , and brought it up to her mouth where she began to suck and shove her fingers deeper.
Dayvon just watched. She was sooo in her element and he loved it. Not even caring about what she did anymore, just allowing herself pleasure. He walked closer to the bed and laid on his stomach so that he was face to face with her pussy.
Here’s the thing. Von by no means was small. But he definitely owned a couple of dildo’s that ranged from different sizes. He was just very kinky. He also owned vibrators as well.
He tapped the head of the dildo against her entrance letting out a hiss sound. “Pussy so wet and pretty. Keep rubbing this pussy for me and don’t stop unless I tell you to” With no warning, he pushed the tip inside of her, watching as she stretched around it. Her cream started to coat it as he pushed in and out, angling it a certain way.
Von was now on his knees against the bed sort of on top of dahlia but leaving enough room to where his hand could still move the toy in and out.
He grabbed her by her throat, Kissing her and humming into her mouth. “This what you be on huh? Acting all innocent and shit when entire time you wanted me.”
“This all you want me for? Too fucking easy to get you like this.”
Dahlia whimpered as she felt herself about to cum. “N-Noo, I swear I love you I just—Oh fuck!”
Liquid gushed out of her opening and all over the bed, the dildo, and Dayvon’s hand. Dahlia was literally shaking everywhere. But he didn’t stop.
Von continued stroking the toy in and out of her, this time faster. All Dahlia could do was take it. She squirmed and begged but he didn’t listen.
“Nah, this what you wanted right? Teasing me and shit all this time. You know how hard I get when I’m around you? You know how—Smack!—bad I’ve been needing you?” He landed a quick and hard slap to the side of her face.
That was literally all it took. Lia came again, gushing even more than last time. She tapped his arm repeatedly. And he finally let up.
He let her sit there for a second to calm down. Before kissing her all over her face. “I love yo’ pretty ass. Come on mama. Can you walk?”
Dahlia shook her head no, too tired to speak. She’d never squirted that much so it took a lot out of her.
And with that, he carried her into the bathroom, and cleaned her up..
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soooooooo uhhh I didn’t read this over there MIGHT be misspelled words but I tried.
First fic, do yall like it??? Don’t forget to requests people. I write on anybody except for like the obvious absolutely not’s.
your boyfriend kento’s patience is something that can’t be easily overcome. even when you open your mouth to spew nonsense collected from your doomscrolling sessions.
really, he should be used to it by now — and part of him is — but he sometimes finds himself in a state of utter confusion when you… speak?
it’s always unexpected, too.
you both are standing in the kitchen, kento pestering you about drinking more water.
“honey, please, i don’t want you to be dehydrated” he mutters, pouring you a glass.
“son im crine.”
…
“excuse me?”
that’s a pretty tame example, though.
you both are walking down the stairs, and your darling boyfriend accidentally trips a little.
you sigh, “so much aura loss.”
he blankly stares at you, watching as you continue to walk down the stairs without a second thought.
“i nearly fell.”
“period, king.”
he’s trying to have a normal conversation with you.
“are you hungry, my love?”
“lowkenuienlly.”
he just sighs and says: “im not sure what that means.”
but what really threw him off is when you were texting.
it was innocent, at first, you missed kento while he was at work! so, you asked for a selfie of your pretty lover.
“can u send a pic i miss u so muchhhhh.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
instead of responding normally to his very cute picture, you say:
“GIVE ME THAT DICK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭IM FUCKING HORNYYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I MEAN HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭GET ME MY FUCKING PLATEEEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭”
you can only imagine the disturbed look on his face when he reads your text, how amusing it must be.
ten minutes pass before he finally responds:
“I regret texting you during a meeting.”
nonetheless, he tries to adapt to your strange lingo!
“you look cooked.” he says playfully, meaning to compliment you.
“excuse me? you think i look cooked?” you gasp, shaking your head in disbelief.
“what, isn’t that a good thing? you said earlier you "cooked" with your makeup—“ he tries to defend his case, genuinely confused.
“no, ken, you don’t say i LOOK cooked you could say—“
you sigh, shaking your head again at your seemingly defeated boyfriend.
“just forget it.”
you walk away, mumbling under your breath:
“unc.”
don’t worry, kento will get it eventually… hopefully…
your boyfriend kento’s patience is something that can’t be easily overcome. even when you open your mouth to spew nonsense collected from your doomscrolling sessions.
really, he should be used to it by now — and part of him is — but he sometimes finds himself in a state of utter confusion when you… speak?
it’s always unexpected, too.
you both are standing in the kitchen, kento pestering you about drinking more water.
“honey, please, i don’t want you to be dehydrated” he mutters, pouring you a glass.
“son im crine.”
…
“excuse me?”
that’s a pretty tame example, though.
you both are walking down the stairs, and your darling boyfriend accidentally trips a little.
you sigh, “so much aura loss.”
he blankly stares at you, watching as you continue to walk down the stairs without a second thought.
“i nearly fell.”
“period, king.”
he’s trying to have a normal conversation with you.
“are you hungry, my love?”
“lowkenuienlly.”
he just sighs and says: “im not sure what that means.”
but what really threw him off is when you were texting.
it was innocent, at first, you missed kento while he was at work! so, you asked for a selfie of your pretty lover.
“can u send a pic i miss u so muchhhhh.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
instead of responding normally to his very cute picture, you say:
“GIVE ME THAT DICK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭IM FUCKING HORNYYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I MEAN HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭GET ME MY FUCKING PLATEEEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭”
you can only imagine the disturbed look on his face when he reads your text, how amusing it must be.
ten minutes pass before he finally responds:
“I regret texting you during a meeting.”
nonetheless, he tries to adapt to your strange lingo!
“you look cooked.” he says playfully, meaning to compliment you.
“excuse me? you think i look cooked?” you gasp, shaking your head in disbelief.
“what, isn’t that a good thing? you said earlier you "cooked" with your makeup—“ he tries to defend his case, genuinely confused.
“no, ken, you don’t say i LOOK cooked you could say—“
you sigh, shaking your head again at your seemingly defeated boyfriend.
“just forget it.”
you walk away, mumbling under your breath:
“unc.”
don’t worry, kento will get it eventually… hopefully…
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Summary- Race is a confusing topic for most, conflicting even but Nanami? He took the time to understand you and your culture as best as he could, the same for your children. He moved you and your children to a nice suburban neighborhood after he fell head over heels in love with you, he wasted no time to take care of you all. He was the perfect father your children originally didn't have but his perfection was questioned when his twins came home from school asking if they were beautiful, questioning their hair and skin, questioning if he could really be their father.
Pairing: Husband! Nanami x Wife! Black fem reader
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A/n: @/dividersnook11 for school divider. Happy slightly belated Juneteenth y'all!!! Hope y'all like this one, it has some sensitive topics (lowkey my trauma) but is super fluffy. Me and my moots was in our group chat yapping so much about our husband, I just had to write for him. I actually didn't have a choice, y'all. Anyways enjoy!
CW- Emotional fluff, diabetic fluff, explicitly black reader(I mean it, if you're not black, you won't get it or relate), microaggressions & mentions, racial discrimination, lots of racial mentioning, Kento cries, pet names(e.g., baby, my love, etc), praising(non-sexual), kisses, etc.
Education on race is a powerful thing, but no matter how educated you are on a person's race— you'll never understand it.
Kento was a good man, there was no denying it. When he met you— a beautiful black woman who was struggling because you quit your job because of the unbearable and constant racial discrimination. Something about you, maybe empathy, maybe admiration, maybe just care but something made him determined to help you. He hired lawyers from the best law firms he could find and helped you sue your boss. After the success, you couldn't be more grateful for him, and also couldn't help but have a growing love for him.
It was something right out of a rom-com— a struggling single mom meets a handsome single man willing to help. It was your rom-com, your love for each other was undeniable and his love for your children was unmatched. He didn't just take care of them, no, he cherished them and claimed them as his own.
Just when you thought, there was nothing more to ask for he moved you into a new neighborhood, a nice and gated neighborhood. It was beautiful and surrounded by nature, full of children and activities, and it was safe. At least he thought so.
He should've assumed what would happen when that morning while he was dropping his kids off, he was questioned by a mom.
“Are you their nanny? Never seen a male nanny.” The woman said, her judging eyes following Kento as he said goodbye to his kids.
“They're mine, my children.” He simply replied, confused by the woman’s words.
“Adopted or step-children?” She led the conversation on, asking for more than she should've.
“They're mine, ma’am. As I said before, they are my children.” He stood his ground and ended the conversation before he had to get rude with the woman.
You taught him about microaggression and judgment, he should've been familiar but he wanted to give the neighborhood and its people a shot. So, he ignored the woman, leaving himself with “maybe she was just curious or concerned” and moved on with the day.
Kento pulled into the pick line at the school, looking around for his twins on the bench. The sounds of kids screaming and giggling were so loud you could hear them a mile away, it was a hot day which meant Kento was wearing a plain white short-sleeved shirt with his favorite jeans and his ‘cool dad’ glasses.
The twins spotted their dad and immediately ran towards the car but not in excitement, in a rush. Like they were hurrying to get to the car or running away from something. The normal joy in their face had diminished, their heads were dropped and their faces were full of dismay.
“Hey, kiddos, how was school?” He looked at his twins through the mirror, waiting for a smile or talking full of excitement, but instead he got,
“Can we just go home, Daddy?” Zion, his young boy spoke up. Zion was a cheerful kid, social and full of energy, the sudden shift in his behavior made Kento's brows furrow in confusion.
“You don't want ice cream, I promised I’d get you some.” He thought his words would gain some excitement but they didn't, the twins' heads were still down, their eyes were distant, it was like his babies were zoned out in a memory that was hurting them.
“Let's just go home, I wanna see mommy,” Zara told her father, they weren't requesting and wanted nothing more than to go home.
“Well, Teddy, Mama isn't gonna be home until the evening but Daddy is here.” He pulled forward and drove away from the school, eyes glancing behind the road and them sitting in the back seat.
Zara's head was against the window, her adorable face gloomy even as she drove past the things that would bring a smile to her face. Zion was lying on his sister's shoulder, face nuzzled into the crook of her neck.
His babies were always full of bliss and light, to see them gloomy made his heart ache.
He couldn't help but wonder—who hurt them?
—
“Alright, kiddos, let's see what you ate.” He grabbed their lunchboxes and attempted to pump them up with excitement, which was failing.
The kids sat at the counter, pouty faces and staring away from their father. He blinked in concern— the first day of school was never easy, it wasn't going to be, maybe things didn't go how they believed they would. That was okay—he’d make everything better, he was the best father after all.
“Zara, you ate all of your lunch?” Kento's head tilted—she never ate all of her lunch, she’d always say, “My tummy is too tiny for all that food.” It was out of character but so was their behavior, maybe something changed.
“No.” Zara vaguely replied.
“Who ate it?” He questioned further.
“The kids at school.” That was odd, why would she let them do that? She knew better.
“Teddy, you know, you're not supposed to give them your food.” He gently replied, going to open Zion’s lunch.
“I didn't let them have it, they took it.” Zara looked up at her father, who had paused in his actions and stared at the cabinet in confusion.
“Yeah, mine too. Said people like us don't deserve lunch.”
He didn’t want it to be that, it didn’t have to be that, why did it have to be that? He wanted to have hope in the new neighborhood and the people there—he couldn’t.
“People like you?” Kento repeated his son's words. Did he hear correctly? Maybe it was a slip-up and he said something else.
“Yeah, people who look like us.”
“People with our weird hair and ugly skin,” Zara added to her brother’s words. The teary-eyed twins stared at their father in despair, questioning in their precious eyes as if they no longer believed they were beautiful.
Kento made his way out of the kitchen and sat on the living room couch and the children followed suit.
“Who told you your hair was weird?” Kento began a conversation he knew would hurt.
“The kids put sticks and dirt in our hair then said it was a bird's nest.” Zara’s lip quivered and a small sniffle followed. If he could take all the pain inflicted on his babies that day he would but he couldn’t, so he did the only thing he knew how to do.
“And told you that your skin was ugly, they told you that?”
“Yeah, they called us names and told us we’re hideous.” Zion walked between his father's legs, squeezing his knee, desperate for his father’s comfort. Kento picked him up and sat his body on his leg, Zion’s afro full of dirt rubbed against his face and Kento's eyes shifted between his kids and slowly he realized— he had no power here.
He didn't know what it was like to be discrimination because of his hair or skin. He was acceptable in society, hell he was blond for God's sake.
Remembering the tears on his wife's face as she sobbed because of the racism in her workplace and now, his babies, sniffing with tears racing down their puffy cheeks because of racism in school— a place that was supposed to keep them safe.
He didn't understand it, he couldn't give advice or tell a meaningful story for this problem—he was helpless. His babies were hurting and he didn't know how to fix it.
That is what broke him.
“Listen to me when I say this, ‘kay? Your hair is beautiful and so is your skin. You see mommy’s beautiful hair and skin?”
They nodded.
“It's gorgeous and so is yours. Those kids are influenced by evil and jealousy, don't let them hurt you. Your skin, your hair, it's precious and tells a story of resilience that those kids don’t have. I never want you two doubting yourselves like that again.” The kids listened to their father's words and broke down, sobbed, and sniffled while they embraced the warmth of their father's presence and arms—his safety.
“Daddy?” Zion's voice perked up when everything began to calm.
“Yes, bud?”
“The kids also said, that you couldn't be our father because your skin doesn't look like ours.”
“Are you really our daddy?”
Doubt, all in their eyes. Doubtful if he was their father and if they were his children, if he wasn't already broken— he was now.
“What did I tell you, mh?”
The kids thought for a second before thinking about their father's words.
“Blood doesn't define family.” Zion smiled when he said the words, a sense of serenity washed over him.
“Exactly, we may not look like each other or share the same blood but I am your father and you are my children. There is no question about that.”
They smiled and wrapped their small arms tight around their father.
“We love you, daddy,” Zara whispered in his ear a small peck following behind it.
“I love you more.” He kissed both of their cheeks and embraced their affection.
“Alright, go get cleaned up. Remember what I said, okay?”
“Okay!” They exclaimed, running upstairs for showers before TV and playtime. A few words and they were smiling once more, it should've been reassuring.
But, he was still hurting.
—
“Baby?!” You called out for your husband, walking in the house with the takeout he requested.
Usually, the house was filled with Kento's and the kids' laughter. Kento would be roaring pretending to be a monster, the kids squealing and running away so they won't get tickled.
It was unusually quiet, just the sound of the TV in the kids ' playroom, the hum of the AC, and the soft breeze outside.
“Hi, my love.” You stepped into the kitchen and set the food on the counter, where you were met with Kento sitting at the counter, a drink in hand.
He didn't drink, he wasn't a drinker. The kids hated it because of all the things they heard about alcohol so he didn't do it.
Something was wrong.
“Baby, what's wrong?”
“The kids came home from school day and uhm…You remember how excited they were this morning?” He started, voice shaky and broken.
‘Yeah, but Kento, what’s wrong?”
“You also remember teaching me about micro-agressions, right?”
Was that what this was about? He should’ve been familiar with them after everything he knew. No, it had to be deeper than that, something else happened.
“Hell, they weren’t even micro-aggressions, it was blatant racism. They came home from school today, saying the kids told them their skin was ugly and hair was weird. Ate their lunches because people like them didn’t deserve it, called them names, and put dirt in their hair. They were broken, adorable faces full of doubt and pain. Then Zara asked if I am really their father and,” His voice was getting weaker by each word but he gave out at the last sentence sobs erupted while he broke down.
You rushed over to your husband, whose head was dropped down as he cried—it broke you. You gently grabbed hold of his face and brushed away his tears, fighting to hold back yours, witnessing your husband’s breakdown.
“I-I just realized I couldn’t help them,” His arms wrapped tight around you for closure and his sobs grew louder, “I don’t get it, what you go through everyday, what they’ll go through. I don’t understand it, I-I couldn’t help them.” His words made your heart twitch, every break and crack in his voice pained you further.
He wasn’t wrong. He would never understand it, he couldn’t relate, there was no possible way he ever would. He could try his best and give his encouragement but he couldn’t relate or understand it to it’s full capacity. Kento was set on being the perfect father, so set on it he forgot about that strong difference between him and his children—culture and race. He couldn’t help them with that because when he walks into a building, he’s respected and not a threat, for his wife and children it was the opposite. It pained him, it broke him to sit with it but he wasn’t helpful in that situation.
“It’s okay, my love. I’m sure you did your best but…This isn’t your situation to handle, m’kay?”
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Hi, mommy’s babies. Can we pause the TV for a moment?” The kids paused their show and put their toys down, walking towards you after.
“What happened mommy?” Zara asked, sitting down in front of you.
“Yeah, why was daddy crying?” Zion’s voice followed.
“I think daddy was crying because of mommy.”
“What’d you do?” They exclaimed in sync.
“Daddy tried to take on a responsibility that wasn’t his to take on and mommy should’ve took on this responsibility a long time ago. I’ve been so worried about your innocence that I forgot how painful this world is and how quick it’ll snatch your purity.” You didn’t want to. No parent does, the conversation was heavy and hurtful but unfortunately they were at the point where you couldn’t keep holding back.
Slowly, you started, “I know when you're little, you want to believe everyone is your friend and everyone is kind. They’re not.”
Their faces dimmed. It was like popping the biggest and prettiest bubble- kids' view on the world was beautiful. You had to love it, how they imagined everything and the beauty and happiness they saw in a world haunted with cruelty, if only you could keep the vision forever. But you’d be wrong to let them imagine the world to be something it’s not, you already had for far too long.
“Not everyone, especially the people who looked like the kids at your school like you. A lot of them are cursed with hatred and jealousy and will hurt you purposely,” the hard part, “because of your skin. It pains me to say it but our people-black people and other brown people face discrimination from people like them everyday.”
“All because of skin?” They both asked, eyes full of disappointment.
“All because of skin. Not all of them but a lot of them don’t like us, they hurt us all the time. When they see you,” you looked at Zion, ‘they see a danger, a threat, a theif, even though you would never hurt a fly. When they look at you,” you looked at Zara, “they see an angry, bitter, un-professional, distracting, black woman even though you’re the sweetest thing in the world. Those are what you stereotypes and unfortunately we will have to face them almost everyday.”
They sat in silence for a moment, just staring as they processed your words. You remembered you had to have this talk, it hurts because when you're little you want to believe in dreams and happiness but the reality for children of color was far from that and much darker. You held off telling them for so long because you wanted them to have the childhood you didn’t have but that was only hurting them further.
“Have you been hurt because of your skin mommy?” Zara asked.
You sighed, “Almost everyday, baby. I hate it, it’s wrong and I wish the world was sweeter but it’s just how it is here.”
“Even though other people don’t like my skin, I like it. Daddy said it’s beautiful and tells a story of resilience, that’s so freaking cool!” Zion exclaimed, he was a big ball of positivity.
“Yeah, daddy told us we’re beautiful.” Zara smiled. Hearing what Kento told your children made warmth flow through you, sometimes you asked yourself how’d you end up with someone so perfect. He tried his best and that was enough- enough to bring confidence and happiness back into your children, even after the conversation they still smiled brightly.
“I think if people don’t like other people because of their skin, they’re just mean. So, anybody like that is meanie who need to be nice to people.” Zara nodded proudly after her words.
“And speaking of your father, he’s not just your father because that’s the man I love or because he takes care of you. It’s because he claimed you two, you are his children and he has nothing but pride for you both. That’s what makes him your father.” They nodded happily and ran into your arms making you fall back onto the mat.
“I love you mommy and I love daddy even if he has white skin.” Zara said, squeezing you tightly.
“Yeah!” Zion squealed.
You simply giggled, pressing kisses all over their faces. Oh, how you loved your perfect and precious little family. It was chaotic, or painful, or full of bliss but you loved it and all of the phase you had to go through to grow as a family.
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Later that night, you had just climbed in bed and wrapped yourself in your smooth sheets and blanket when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
“I married an amazing woman,” you smiled, feeling his warm breath and soft lips brushing your ear lope, “ an amazing wife, mother, and most importantly an amazing person.”
Before you could cut in, he continued his praise.
“A strong, sweet, intelligent, stunning black woman and I couldn’t be more proud of…myself for having amazing taste in women.” You giggled and playfully hit his arm, gaining a chuckle from him.
“I married a flattering and incredible husband. Y’know the kids told me what you said, that you told them their hair and skin tells a story of resilience.”
“Mhm,” He murmured , expecting you to continue.
“You told them more than enough, Ken. That was a beautiful thing to say, stop doubting yourself.” You kissed his cheek and made a soft blush grow on his cheeks from your sweet words and actions.
“I guess I wanted to be the perfect father so bad, that wasn’t enough. Y’know I normally can give them a sweet story and example because usually I can relate but when they said that, I just broke and I didn’t know what to do.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose in your neck.
“You did more than enough Kento and I love you and all the effort you put in to take care of me and our children.”
“I love you.” You turned off the lamp, ready to go to bed when you felt his hands creep under your shirt then suddenly- “Kento, stop!” You exclaimed while your husband tickled, laughing as you tried to escape his grip.
The world is cruel and heartless, colored men and women go through countless things because of racism. It’s wrong and shouldn’t have to be this way but it is, you had to sit with it and grow bigger than it. You had to find your peace, your safe space, your beauty in the cruel world.
Happy Juneteenth to all of my beautiful Black Americans! I am so proud of us and how far we have come — this is what our ancestors died for, sacrificed, and fought for: to see future generations empowered and united, proud of our beauty and strength. May our ancestors be blessed in the afterlife and rest peacefully, watching down on us with a smile. Being Black will never be easy (cause we come from greatness, duh), but we make it inspiring and full of light! Bless all my Black writers, the pen game is elite, brothers and sisters. Bless all my Black people in music, theater, film, acting, etc. Our talent and beauty are unmatched. Never question yourself or your worth — Black is beauty. Once again, happy Juneteenth, everyone!