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YOU WERE THE EPITOME OF TROUBLE. Even in the worst scenarioâlike nowâthe scent of cigarettes wafting from inches away didnât bother you, your black pleasers swinging back and forth inches above the metal floor, cold and trailing with the history of footsteps before yours.
The booking cell was cold. The metal bench beneath you leeched warmth from your skin as you sat, shifting slightly in discomfortâthe cuffs around your wrists had left angry red marks, the metal biting in just a little too tight before they finally unlatched them. You flexed your fingers, blowing a curl out of your faceâyour full lips pursed in annoyance as you recalled the flash of the mugshot camera, the way theyâd made you hold up that stupid placard with your name and booking number like some kind of trophy. Â
Your tall, black heels dangled lazily, the sharp tips barely grazing the grimy floor. The leather straps hugging your calves felt tighter than usualâprobably from swelling after the scuffleâbut you werenât about to let discomfort show, your silver anklet shuffling as you continued swinging your legs. Â
Your outfit wasnât any better for the occasion. A tight black leather jacket clinging to every curve, barely containing the weight of your heavy titsâit was made for attention, not jail cells. The cropped cut showed off your curvy midriff, the dim lighting catching the faint sheen of sweat along your dark brown skin. Below, leather shorts hugged your wide hips and ass, riding up just enough to give a show to the wrong eyes.
Your full heart-shaped lips puffed out a frustrated breath, sending a few loose midnight curls fluttering away from your face as you slumped forward on the hard metal bench. The dark brown freckles dusting your nose and cheeks stood out even in the harsh fluorescent lights, making you look softer than you felt. Â
Another sigh slipped past your lips. Â
Annoyed. Bored.Â
This wasnât your first time in bookingsâprobably wouldnât be your lastâbut damn if it wasnât inconvenient.Â
The cell was suffocating. No clock on the wall, no windows, just the relentless hum of fluorescent lights bleaching everything into a dull, static gray. Your patience was thinning faster than the last shred of goodwill you had left tonight. Â
You pushed off the bench, hips swaying as you sauntered toward the bars, your back arching naturallyâhabitual, effortless. The cop stationed near the door barely glanced your way, his bored expression barely flickering as you tilted your head, letting your dark curls cascade over one shoulder. Â
"âGot a cigarette?"Â
The cop didnât even look up from his clipboard.Â
ââNot with the way you acted tonight."
Your lips twitched. Â
A flash of memoryâyour own fists, sharp acrylics catching skin, the way youâd moved like something feral when that bitch had tried to grab your hair. You werenât proud. But you werenât sorry either. Â
ââŠI learned my lesson,â you hummed smoothly, your tone syrup thick with innocence. Â
Silence. Â
The cop kept writing. Â
Your brow arched, nails tapping against the cold metal bar.
âHello?"Â
Nothing. Â
A muscle in your jaw ticked.Â
âDonât worry about it then, motherfucâ"Â
The door at the end of the hall swung open, cutting you off. Another cop stepped in, keys jangling.Â
âYouâre being released."
You blinkedâand thatâs when the smallest grin spread, already knowing who it was before you even peeked your head out. Â
And there they were. Â
Toji.Â
Midnight black hair styled within a wolf cut, towering frame blocking half the hallway light, tattoos crawling up his neck like shadows. His deep gray eyes pinned you in placeâcold, unreadable, pissed. That scar across his lips only made his expression sharper. He didnât move. Didnât speak. Just looked at you like he was debating whether to drag you out or leave you here to rot. Â
And then, Suguru.Â
Long, dark hair tied half-up, eyebrow piercing glinting under the harsh lights. His hazel eyes flickered over youâchecking for bruises, probably. His broad chest rose with a heavy sigh, arms crossed over his shirt. Exasperated? Sure. But probably more relieved to see you than the man standing next to him.
âGuess itâs my lucky day, huh?âÂ
The cop didnât dignify that with wordsâjust a hardened glare, jaw clenched tight. You blew him a kiss anyway, the brown gloss on your lips glinting under the harsh station lights. Â
Thenâinstinct. You knew better than to approach Toji first. Â
You launched yourself at Suguru with a playful squeak, legs wrapping around his waist as he caught you effortlesslyâone hand gripping your ass through the tight leather shorts, the other securing the small of your back. His deep chuckle vibrated against your chest as you buried your face in his neck, inhaling the scent of leather and cigarettes. Â
âTroublemaker," he murmured, voice thick as he squeezed your thighââWhat are you doinâ here, huh?"Â
You pulled back just enough to flash him those wide, doe eyesâall innocence, no guilt. Â
âJust had a little fun."Â
His hazel gaze darkened, lips hovering so close to yours you could taste the mint on his breathâbut then, you felt it. Â
That heat.Â
Your lashes fluttered toward Toji who hadnât moved an inchâjust stood there like a storm barely contained, veins in his forearms popping with every breath. So you did what you did best. Â
Slender eyes rounding, lips parting in that perfect smileâthe one that always made him cave. Â
âHi, Daddy.â  Â
His scar twitched. Â
ââThey hurt you?"Â
The question was low, lethalâlike he was already calculating which of these cops heâd break first. You shook your head fast.Â
Toji didnât wait for another word. Just turned on his heel, the heavy clack of his boots echoing as he stalked toward the exit. Â
âLetâs go."Â
Of course this is how it always wentâSuguru with his soft hands and easy forgiveness, Toji with his ironclad discipline and zero tolerance for your antics. And right now, pressed into the buttery leather backseat of Tojiâs sleek black Corvette, you knew exactly where to seek refuge. Â
Suguru slid into the passenger seat, long dark hair spilling over the headrest as he tipped his head back, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. The sharp scent of tobacco mixed with his cologne made him effortlessly attractive, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he took another drag, tattoos peeking from beneath his rolled-up sleeves. Meanwhile, Toji gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to snap it in half, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he peeled out of the parking lot with a growl of the engine. Â
Silence. Â
Thenâ Â
âOmae wa itsumo anta ni amaeru kara, sonna koto shiteru no sa."Â
You let her be cute with you. Thatâs why she thinks this shit is funny.Â
You didnât need a translator to know he was talking about you. Â
Suguru flicked ash out the window, unfazed. Â
âFutari de okotte mo shikata nai darou? Dame na ko da."Â
Both of us beinâ mad at her isnât gonnaâ fix anything.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Â
âYou know I canât understand what youâre saying."Â
Tojiâs grey eyes flashed in the rearview mirrorâdark, dangerous. Â
âI donât wanna hear all that whininâ right now," he snapped, voice dropping to a rough timbre that curled your toesââIâm close to reachinâ in that backseat and tearinâ your ass up."Â
You rolled your eyes dramatically, turning to stare out the windowâbut not fast enough to miss the way his brow arched in the reflection, that unspoken try me written all over his face. Â
Suguru just chuckled, taking another drag. Â
The tension in the car was thick enough to choke on, the only sound being the low hum of the engine and Suguru exhaling smoke out the cracked window. You couldnât take it anymoreâyour stomach growled loudly, betraying you before you could even open your mouth. Â
âIâm hungry."Â
Tojiâs grip on the steering wheel tightened.Â
ââYou thought about that when you were makinâ dumbass decisions?"
Your lips twisted in defianceââI didnât even get to say what happened!"Â
His jaw clenched, ââHad to talk a cop outtaâ pressinâ charges after you swung on him. You think Iâm a fuckinâ idiot?"Â
You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to caveâinstead, you leaned forward, pressing yourself against the passenger seat, your chest pressing into Suguruâs shoulder as you peered up at him through your lashes. Â
ââGuruâŠâ Your voice dripped in a needy way, wanting his rescue.Â
Suguru released a breath. He tilted his head just enough to meet your gaze, hazel eyes softening despite himself. Â
ââ'We get you somethinâ, and you tell us what happenedâyeah?"Â
You nodded quickly, already victorious. Â
Toji muttered something under his breath, but the car slowed, pulling into the neon-lit parking lot of a 24-hour diner. Â
âMove fast," he cut the engine, âBefore I change my goddamn mind."
The second your Pleasers hit the pavement outside the diner, a little giggle escaped youârelief flooding your veins as you tugged on Suguruâs arm while he was only halfway out of the car. You caught the tail end of whatever he muttered to Toji in Japanese, his deep voice laced with something between exasperation and amusement before he shut the door and let you pull him toward the dinerâs flickering neon sign. Â
Even softened for you, Suguru was intimidating.Â
Standing beside him in line, you couldnât help but sneak glances at his profileâthe sharp line of his jaw, the eyebrow piercing glinting under the fluorescent lights. His build was pure powerâbroad shoulders stretching the fabric of his black long sleeve, thick arms corded with muscle, tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves. His natural scowl had the couple in front of you shifting uncomfortably, but you just leaned into his side, playing with the hem of his shirt. Â
Thenâ Â
He leaned down, catching your lips in a rough kiss that stole your breath, his free hand gripping your waist possessively. You giggled against his mouth, squirming when he murmured, âBehave,â against your lips before pulling away. Â
Your curls tumbled over your shoulders as you leaned against the counter, your ass poking out deliberately while you ordered in that sweet, innocent voice you reserved for moments like this. The cashierâs eyes flickered downâlingering a second too long on the swell of your heavy tits beneath the tight leather jacketâbefore Suguruâs hand suddenly hooked into the waistband of your shorts and yanked you back against him. Â
You barely had time to pout before he was tossing a wad of cash onto the counter, his gaze locked onto the cashier with a silent sneer that had the man scrambling to hand back his change with shaky hands.Â
The greasy paper bag crinkled in your lap as you tore into your burger like a starving little creature, cheeks puffing out adorably with each oversized bite. Suguru watched you, shaking his head slightly as he passed his cigarette to Tojiâwho sat with one boot propped outside the open car door, smoke curling from his lips as he stared straight ahead, silent as a tomb.  Â
Usually, Tojiâs anger was loudâsharp Japanese curses spat, deep voice raised just enough to make you squirm. But tonight? Nothing. Just the occasional drag of his cigarette, grey eyes cold and distant even as you swallowed your food with a tiny sigh and finally launched into your explanation. Â
âOkayâso," you started, wiping a bit of ketchup from the corner of your lip, âIt wasnât even my faultâsome drunk bitch kept stepping on my damn shoes, and when I told her to watch it, she tried to swing on me."Â
Tojiâs eyebrow twitched in the rearview.
You kept going, waving a fry for emphasis.Â
âAnd then her dude tried to jump inâso I grabbed a bottle. Thatâs when the cop tried to grab me like I started itâso yeah, I mightâve... yâknow. Elbowed him.âÂ
Suguru snorted, rubbing his temples like he was fighting off a headache.Â
âGoddamn, baby."
Toji took a slow drag from the cigarette, his grey eyes cutting through the rearview like a blade. Â
"Lie again." Â
You huffed, tossing your half-eaten burger back into the bagâ"Okay, fineâI hit him. But only because he tried to grab me first!"Â Â
ââYou think that was smart?"Â
You folded your arms across your chest.Â
âIt wasnât my intention to be smart, Fushiguro. Otherwise I wouldnât have gotten arrested."Â
A muscle in Tojiâs temple jumped. Â
âWatch your fuckinâ tone.âÂ
âI wasnât trying to get in trouble," you then muttered, dropping your gaze. Â
Suguru sighed, running a hand through his dark hairââWhy didnât you call me, huh? Or Fushiguro?"Â
You shot him a look.
ââAnd have him mad at me because he had to fight someone at the bar?"Â
Thatâs when Tojiâs voice snapped like a whipâ Â
â'You think I wouldnât protect you?"Â
The air in the car went still, his eyes burning into yours through the mirror. Â
âIâd kill for you. Donât fuckinâ play like I wouldnât."Â
You curled your fingers into your palms, suddenly feeling small. Â
"...I know."Â
Tojiâs nostrils flared. Then, without another word, he flicked his cigarette out the window and started the car. Â
And just like thatâthe conversation was over.Â
You couldnât help but imagine Toji standing in that precinct, stone-faced and seething, having to negotiateâapologizeâfor your reckless hands. He wasnât the type to bow his head for anything. Not for money, not for pride, and definitely not for some cop who probably pissed him off just by breathing wrong. Â
But he did it for you.Â
Suguruâs patience was softer, easierâeven he wasnât letting you off the hook. The way his thumb brushed your knuckles wasnât just comfortâit was a silent, you fucked up.Â
The car rolled to a stop outside their sleek, modern condoâall sharp black architecture, floor-to-ceiling windows, and dark furniture accented with deep reds that reminded you of blood and wine. Toji stepped out first, boots heavy against the pavement as he stalked toward the entrance without looking back. Â
"I need a shower," he muttered, voice gruffâmore to himself than anyone else. Â
You scrambled out after him, almost tripping over your own feet in your hurry. Â
âLet me come clean you," you offered, half-teasing, half-desperate for the forgiveness you knew wasnât coming easy. Â
âNah."Â
Your lips nearly formed a pout before you caught yourself. Â
And just like that, the night's consequences finally settled in.
The shower steam curled around you and Suguru in thick, fragrant cloudsâvanilla and sandalwood from his body wash mixing with the citrus of yours. Your giggles were honey sweet, bouncing off the marble tiles as he cupped water in his large hands to rinse the suds from your shoulders. His touch was methodical as he worked the soap into your skin, his fingers tracing the dip of your waist, the curve of your hips. Â
Your lashes fluttered when you caught his reflection in the fogged up glassâhis torso a canvas of ink, muscles flexing as he reached for the shampoo. His dark hair was slicked back, water sluicing down the sharp planes of his face, that eyebrow piercing glinting even in the low light. Handsome. So fucking pretty it made your chest ache. Â
You toweled off together, tugging on one of Tojiâs oversized black long sleevesâthe fabric swallowing you whole but still clinging to the swell of your hips, the shadow of your bare thighs peeking beneath. Your curls were a wild, damp halo around your face, freckles darker against your freshly scrubbed skin. Â
Now, kneeling on the massive silk bedâblack as midnight, cool against your kneesâyou watched Suguru lean against the headboard, shirtless, smoke curling from his lips. His hair was pulled into a loose bun, a few damp strands escaping to frame his face. The TV flickered silently, some late-night infomercial playing as he mindlessly flipped channels. Â
"You hate me too?" you whispered, voice too small for your own liking. Â
Suguruâs eyes didnât leave the screen. Â
âYou know goddamn well I donât hate you," he said, exhaling smokeââDonât start all that dramatic shit."Â
The words shouldâve comforted you. Instead, they made you curl inward, arms wrapping around yourself. Â
âWhereâs Toji?"Â
âProbably in the office or library part of the house," he muttered, his free hand idly tracing circles on your bare thigh where the shirt rode upââTrynaâ get his mind right."Â
You frowned, worrying your lip between your teeth as your fingers fidgeted.
ââŠHeâs never this mad at me," you admitted softly, a little crease forming between your brows. Â
Suguruâs thumb paused its lazy pattern on your skin, and you felt the shift in his energyâthe way his chest rose with a deeper inhale before he spoke again.
âHe should be. Anythinâ couldâve happened to you gettinâ arrested by yourself.â
His voice was low, a rough edge to it that sent a shiver down your spineââYou know heâd fuck up an entire city behind you."Â
A little giggle bubbled up in your chest at the imageâToji, massive frame clad in black, storming through the streets like some avenging godâand before you could stop yourself, you were pressing smushing kisses into the column of Suguruâs throat, your lips warm against his tattooed skin. Â
He grunted but didnât push you awayâjust let you nuzzle there, your curls tickling his jaw as you inhaled the familiar scent of himâcigarettes, expensive cologne, and something inherently Suguru.Â
âYou smell good," you mumbled against his pulse, your earlier guilt momentarily forgotten in the comfort of his presence. Â
âYeah, yeah," he drawled, but you could hear the affection beneath the gruffnessââQuitâ trynaâ seduce me, woman.â
Your fingertips glide along the intricate ink of the serpent coiled around Suguruâs abdomen, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. You hesitate for just a second before your fingers hook into the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging gentlyâyour voice soft, laced with soft remorse. Â
âJust wanna show how sorry I am," you murmur, eyes flickering up to meet Suguruâs dark gazeâââŠI know youâre mad at me too."
Thenâ Â
A presence at the doorway. Â
You freeze, your gaze snapping toward the shadowed figure leaning against the frame. Toji stands there, massive shoulders filling the entrance, grey eyes locked onto you like a predator tracking prey. Shirtless, tattoos sprawling across every inch of his sculpted torso, his sweatpants hanging low on his hipsâheâs a vision of raw, barely contained power. Â
Your lip finds its way between your teeth as you slowly crawl toward the edge of the bed, hips swaying just slightly with each shift of your knees. Â
"âMissed you,â you breathe, voice barely above a whisper. Â
âIâm knowinâ," he rumbles, deep voice vibrating through the room. Then, after a beatâ Â
âWhatâd you say earlier? âBout how you wanted to show how sorry you were?"Â
Your eyes search his face for any sign of softeningâbut Tojiâs expression remains steel. Â
You reach for him, fingers trembling as they brush the fabric of his sweatsâbut before you can get any further, his hand snaps up, gripping your chin with bruising force.Â
âSo go show him how fuckinâ sorry you are," he growls, âI didnât say nothinâ âbout you touchinâ me."Â
His grip loosens just enough to shove you back toward Suguruâwho watches the exchange with dark eyes, cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers.Â
The sting of rejection burns hot behind your ribs, your bottom lip trembling before you can stop itâfat, glistening tears welling in your lashes as you drag your gaze back to Suguru. Â
He sees it. Of course he does. Â
Those hazel eyes of hisâsharp, knowingâtrace the wobble of your pout, the way your fingers hesitate before curling into the fabric of his sweatpants again. But Suguruâs never been one to bend for tearsânot when he knows theyâre your weapon of choice, not when heâs spent years learning the difference between your real cries and the ones you wield like a blade. Â
âNuh-uh," he tsks, grasping at your jawââYou know I donât do all that poutinâ. Swallow my shit like you fuckinâ mean it."Â Â
Your breath hitchesâbut you donât argue. Â
Instead, your fingers hook into his waistband, tugging impatiently until his cock springs freeâthick, already swollen at the tip, a bead of pre-cum glistening against flushed skin. Â
You whimper but you donât hesitate, dragging your tongue over the head, lapping up the bitter salt of him before sinking down, down, downâÂ
His groan is sharp above you, fingers tangling in your curls as your throat flutters around him, greedy and desperate. Itâs a struggleâhis size stretching your lips, your jaw achingâbut you take it, tears spilling over as you hollow your cheeks, swallowing around him like youâre starving. Â
âThere you fuckinâ go," he rasps out.
Your mouth works over Suguruâs cock with a needy desperation, lips stretched obscenely around his girth as saliva drips down your chin in messy, glistening strands. His deep pink lips curl into a sneer above you, that silver eyebrow piercing catching the dim light as he watches you through half-lidded eyesâhazel darkening with every filthy, wet sound your mouth makes around him. Â
Your whimpers spill out unbidden, high and muffled around the thick weight on your tongue, your hips rocking involuntarily against the air, the fabric of Tojiâs stolen shirt riding up to expose the plush, pink folds of your cuntâalready slick, already aching. Â
Thenâ Â
A stinging spank against your ass sends your entire body jolting forward, a choked mewl leaving you as your hands instinctively fly to grip Suguruâs thighs for balance. Â
But Suguru tsks again, fingers tightening in your hair as he yanks you back just enough to glare down at you. Â
âDid I say you could use your hands?â His voice is a dark, mocking purrââPut âem back.âÂ
Before you can even think to obey, Tojiâs rough palms are already catching your wrists, wrenching them behind your back with effortless strength.Â
âItâs never a fuckinâ option,â he growlsââNever a choice. Thatâs your problem now, donât fuckinâ listen.âÂ
The angle is awkward, your knees weak and head spinning with the lack of air, and you can barely focus on anything but the way your jaw achesâyour tongue running frantically over the side of Suguruâs length like an apology. Without the use of your hands, you can't properly steady yourselfâSuguru's thick cock fully slips from your lips with an obscene wet sound as you frantically drag your tongue along the veined underside, desperate to keep contact. A bead of pre-cum smears across your cheek as you struggle, drawing a low, arrogant chuckle from Suguru's lips. Â
âMmm, âyou ain't too fuckin' sorry," he rumbles, voice dripping with amusement as his fingers tighten in your hair. Â
Behind you, Toji's breath ghosts over the arch of your backâdark, mocking. Â
ââShe never was."Â
Your head twists toward him, lips parted around a breathy mewlââI am," you whimper, voice breaking. Â
âWhy's my cock so fuckin' hard then?" Suguru challenges, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lipââShould've milked me by now."
ââŠâS too big, baby," you tremble, lashes flutteringâbut Suguru sees right through it. Â
And that's when Toji growls, "There she goes. All that fuckin' whinin'. âGo âhead, give her a reason to keep that shit up."Â
Suguru's grip shifts, his other hand coming down to palm roughly at your clit through the soaked fabric of Toji's shirt still clinging to your hips. Â
ââCome sink down on my shit," he orders, voice dropping to something lethalââHurry the fuck up."
Your limbs tremble as you drag yourself onto Suguruâs lap, every movement shaky and uncoordinatedâthe tears arenât an act anymore, fat and hot as they spill down your cheeks. Â
ââWant Toji,â you whimper, voice thick with pouty desperation, your fingers clutching at Suguruâs shoulders like youâre torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, âSuguru...please.â
âSink down on it,â he growls, voice rough with restraintââShut all that shit up.âÂ
And thenâ Â
His tip drags against your folds, blunt and unrelenting, spreading you open in one brutal glide until youâre forced to take him, your body yielding with a wet, filthy sound as he bottoms out inside you. Your pussy pffts around the stretch, the obscene noise drowned out by your own guttural whimperâhalf-pain, half-reliefâas your walls flutter violently around him, gushing slick that drips down his thighs. Â
You already know the drill, unfortunately. Â
Your feet plant against the bed, thighs trembling as you bounce yourself on his cock, each desperate little grind forcing another broken noise from your lips. Your pout deepens, your mouth hanging open as your eyes roll backâhelpless, overwhelmed, ruinedâwhile Suguru watches you with dark amusement, his hands resting heavy on your hips, letting you do all the work. Â
âLook at that,â Toji growls, âAll that cryinâ, and sheâs still fuckinâ drippinâ for it.âÂ
Suguru grunts in agreement, his thumb swiping through the mess between your legs before bringing it to your lipsââTaste that shit,â he orders, smearing your own slick across your tongue, âThatâs how sorry you really are.âÂ
And youâ Â
You canât do anything but take it.Â
"Sheâs creaminâ already," he then growls, voice rough with amusementâ"Canât even fuckinâ handle me."Â
Behind you, Tojiâs hand cracks down on your ass againâstingingâhis fingers tangling in the nape of your neck to keep your head bowed, preventing you from twisting to look at him. Â
âEyes forward," he orders, his voice a rough rumble against your spineâââAinât no lookinâ back at me."Â
Your pussy spurts around Suguruâs cock with every desperate bounceâobscene, wetâand the sensation wrings a broken squeak from your lipsââFuuuckkkk, âm sorry, babyâ"
Suguru arches a brow beneath you, hips stilling completely.Â
âWhoâre you apologizinâ to?"
You whimper, bouncing harderâfrantic nowâas you sob out, âYâyou!"Â
A slow, knowing grin curls Suguruâs lips as he finallyâfinallyâthrusts up, grinding his cock deep inside you in a brutal, deliberate roll. Â
âMe, huh?â
Youâre trembling, eyes rolling back as another gush of cream spills out around himâhis grunt of approval vibrating through your core before you choke out a silent, breathless squeakâ Â
ââŠYâyou, baby."Â
The sound of your own ass clapping against Suguruâs thighs echoes in your earsâloud, obscene, embarrassingâas you struggle to keep rhythm, thighs burning from exertion. Your pout deepens, lips swollen and parted around pathetic little whimpers, your eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and desperation. Suguru watches you with dark amusement, his grip bruising on your hips as he lets you fuck yourself stupid. Â
âYou doinâ all this for me?" he murmurs, voice dripping with mocking sweetnessââBouncinâ stupid on my cock âcause youâre sorry?âÂ
You whine, nodding frantically, your words dissolving into a stuttering mess, âYeâye-yâyesâ"Â
Suguru clicks his tongue, tilting his head as he watches you struggle. Â
âNah," he decides, voice dropping lowerââYou ainât worried âbout me. Youâre puttinâ on a show for him.âÂ
Behind you, Toji exhales a slow, rough breathâhot against your shoulder as he rasps, âShe ainât gettinâ me. âMight as well finish you off."Â
Your tears return in an instantâthick, hot, realâspilling down your cheeks as you silently bounce on Suguruâs cock, your movements losing coordination as the weight of your punishment sinks in. His grip shifts suddenlyâone hand sliding up to cradle your throat, his thumb brushing gently over your trembling lipsâsoothing you even as his hips snap up, fucking into you with brutal precision.Â
âLove you so much, âGuruâŠâ
It slips out, weak and trembling, muffled against his skinâand just like always, Suguru softens. Â
His grip on your hips gentles just slightly, his rhythm losing some of its brutality as he curses under his breath and tugs you down into a searing kiss. Your whimpers melt into his mouth, your tongue lapping against his in desperate, sweet little strokesâlike youâre trying to apologize with every flick, every needy press of your lips. Â
ââSheâs always gettinâ her way with you,â Toji growlsââCome suck me off âfore I change my mind.â
Your body tremblesâfrom exhaustion, from overstimulationâbut the moment Suguru releases you, youâre scrambling toward Toji, your hands shaking as you reach for him. Â
You missed him. Â
Missed the sharp cut of his glare, the way his jaw ticks when heâs pissed, the way his dominance settles over you like a heavy blanketâunshakable, inescapable. Â
You tug his sweats down with clumsy fingers, your breath catching as his cock springs freeâlarge, long, dangerousâthick and heavy in your palms. Â
Toji watches you through hooded eyes, âââBetter do a good fuckinâ job, too. Iâm watchinâ.âÂ
And you try.Â
God, you try. Â
Where you were needy with Suguru, youâre desperate with Tojiâyour lips stretching obscenely around his girth, your hands working in tandem to stroke what you canât take. Youâre messyâsaliva dripping down your chin, your nose pressing into his pelvis as you choke around himâbut you donât stop.Â
âThatâs all you got?â he raspsâââThought you was sorry, huh?âÂ
His hand cracks against your cheekâstingingâdrawing a deep, shuddering whimper from your throat as your eyes water. Â
Tojiâs gaze flicks over your head to Suguru, his voice dropping to a growlâ Â
ââCome eat her. Need her loose enough to sink every fuckinâ inch of me in so I can pound her shit out.âÂ
Suguruâs broad palms spread your thighs wider from behind, his tongue dragging a slow, torturous stripe over your swollen clit. The pleasure is blinding, your back arching, your moan vibrating around Tojiâs cockâand suddenly, your attempts to suck him off grow even messier, your rhythm faltering as Suguruâs mouth works you open with ruthless precision. Â
âFocus,â Toji orders, gripping your hair tighterâââAinât done with you yet.âÂ
His jaw tightens when you force yourself deeper, taking him down your throat until your nose presses flush against his pelvis, until your vision blurs with tears, until your gag reflex burnsâbefore you drag yourself off with a wet, gasping choke. Â
ââAss up,â he roughly ordersâââThatâs how you wanna feel me?â Â
You nodâpouty, eagerâturning away from him, pressing your face into the sheets as you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. Your thighs tremble, your cunt dripping, already clenching around nothing as you hear the soft click of Suguru leaning back against the bedframe, his hand lazily stroking himself as he watches. Â
And thenâ Â
Toji enters you. Â
The stretch is brutalâsplitting you open in a way that borders on too much, his cock carving into your tight heat with punishing precision. Your breath catches, your fingers twisting into the sheets as you mewlâhigh and brokenâarching your back even further as you try to sink down onto him.Â
ââYou want the whole thing already, huh?â His voice is a dark raspâââFuck me.âÂ
You throw yourself back onto him, but your strength is gone, your thighs shaking too violently to do more than bounce weakly against only the tip of him. Your lip catches between your teeth, a strangled whimper slipping free as you feel itâthe stretch, the ache, the way your body struggles to accommodate him. Â
Suguruâs voice is low in front of you as his fingers trail up your spine, ââNeedinâ help, baby?âÂ
Your cheek presses deeper into the sheets as you nod, curls spilling wildly around your faceâSuguruâs palm lands heavy between your shoulder blades, fingers splaying possessively before he pushes, forcing you down onto Tojiâs cock in one merciless thrust. The stretch punches a low, throaty moan from you, guttural and filthy, as your walls flutter violently around him. Â
âFuhhhhckâ!â
The sound rips from you, ragged and broken, as Toji lets out a growl.Â
âYou feel that?â His voice is a rough purr, thumbs circling the dip of your waistââIâm in your shit, huh?â
You whimper, nodding desperately, your voice climbing into a squealâ Â
âSo fâfucking deep, DaddyâŠâ
Tojiâs glare turns lethal.Â
âSay âIâm sorry, Daddy.ââÂ
You donât hesitateâyour voice spills out dumb, loud and stupidly obedientâ Â
ââM sorrryyyâ!â
The moment the word leaves your lips, he movesâsnapping his hips up in brutal, unforgiving strokes, driving into you with a rhythm that steals your breath. His voice stays level, controlledââSorry for what?â
âMakinâ sâstuff harder for youâŠ!â You hiccup, twisting the sheets in your fistsââDâDonât be mad at meâŠ!âÂ
Your entire body shudders beneath Tojiâs relentless paceâhis cock pistoning into you with such raw, possessive fury that your thighs tremble, your back arching deeper into the sheets as you sob uncontrollably. Suguru watches from the bedframe, his fist working harsh, deliberate strokes over his own length, his dark eyes glinting with something between amusement and hunger. Â
âLilâ problem,â he huffs, voice thick with desireââEven now.âÂ
Toji leans over you, his thrusts grow heavier, each snap of his hips punctuated by a deep, guttural grunt. His voice drops to a rough, almost broken raspâ Â
âYou know what I wouldâve done if somethinâ happened to you, huh?âÂ
You whimper, your cries muffled against the mattress, your fingers clutching uselessly at the sheets. Â
He doesnât wait for an answer. Â
âIâd fuckinâ kill for you.âÂ
Suguruâs chuckle is dark, his grip tightening around his cock as he echoesâ Â
âWeâd fuckinâ kill for you.âÂ
Youâre gone.
A trembling, tearful mess beneath Tojiâtears streaming down your cheeks, your pussy clenching around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses as if begging for moreâyet your tears say otherwise.Â
âStop cryinâ, babyââ he murmurs, âJust open mâ pussy up for me. Keep feedinâ my dick.âÂ
Your back arches impossibly further, letting him take everything he wants. Your cries soften into breathless, shuddering moans as you melt around him, your body yielding completelyâ Â
ââŠMâ gâgonna cum!âÂ
Toji doesnât pause. Â
With a rough grunt, his hands lock around your waist, tugging you back and forth onto his cock with effortless strengthâtreating you like nothing more than a toy, something to be used, something that weighs nothing to him. Â
"âBetter do more than that," he rasps, âGive me a fuckinâ show âfore I fuck you âtil you break."Â
Your orgasm hits you like a truck. Â
A high pitched squeak tears from your throat as you squirt violently around himâso hard you actually push him out, gushing slick all over his thighs and the sheets beneath you. Your face presses embarrassingly into the mattress, shoulders trembling as Suguruâs fingers dig into your curls possessively, his groan rough with approval. Â
âThatâs my fuckinâ girl.âÂ
Suguruâs thumb rubs slow circles into your skin, murmuringââGood fuckinâ job, baby."
All you can do is whimperânow exhausted, fucked-out, ruined. Exactly how they wanted you.
Tojiâs rough fingers grip your chin, tilting your face toward him as he murmurs in low, husky Japaneseâ Â
âAnata ni awa sete kudasai.â
Let me see you.
He studies your faceâyour freckled cheeks flushed deep, your wide, glossy eyes blinking up at him, lips parted in tired satisfaction. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, pressing down slightly before he shoves your face away with a gruff grunt.Â
âYeah, sheâs fuckinâ sorry.âÂ
You whimper, collapsing onto your elbows as you watch them bothâand god, theyâre breathtaking. Â
Suguruâs tattooed frame gleams under the dim light as he lazily lights a cigarette between his lips before passing it to Toji. Their skin is still slick with sweat, their powerful bodies marked with ink and scarsâyours, in every way that matters. Â
You shift onto your knees, your aching thighs trembling as your gaze flicks between them.Â
Your voice was soft, ââŠDid I do good?âÂ
Suguru exhales a slow stream of smoke, his dark eyes raking over you before he murmursâ Â
âAmazinâ, baby.âÂ
Toji clicks his tongue, muttering in Japaneseâ Â
âMata hajimatta yo, kanojo o chĆshi ni nora seru yĆna koto o itte.â
There you go again, hypinâ her head up.
You donât understand the wordsâbut you know his tone. It makes your eyes well up all over again, tears spilling as you sniffle and wipe at them patheticallyâ Â
âââM really sorry, FushiguroâŠâ
Toji watches youâhis expression unreadable for a long moment before something softens in his gaze, despite the frustration still lingering there. Â
He gruntsâ Â
âCâmere.â
You crawl toward him on shaky limbs, your tear streaked face pressing into the hard plane of his chest as you quickly swipe at your damp cheeks with the back of your hand. Your sniffles quiet, but your breathing is still unevenâlittle hiccups of emotion trapped in your throat. Â
âStop cryinâ.â
ââŠ.Youâve never been mad at me like this before,â you whisper, voice trembling, âAnd I donât know how to fix it.âÂ
Suguruâs touch ghosts over your thigh from where he lounges beside you, his fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles into your skinâgentle, reassuring. Â
âI love you so goddamn much. You know that?âÂ
You blink rapidly, fresh tears clinging to your lashes as you nod frantically, your breath hitching. Â
But Toji shakes his head, lips twisting into a scowlâ Â
âNah, gotta hear you say it.âÂ
Your lower lip quivers, âYou⊠you love meâŠâÂ
And thenâ Â
He kisses you.Â
Not soft. Not sweet. Â
But hard, possessiveâsmushing rough, impatient kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, the corner of your mouthâeverywhere but your lips, as if punishing you just a little longer.Â
A faint giggle bubbles up from your chest, escaping through your snifflesâ Â
And thatâs when you see it. Â
The faintest twitch at the corner of Tojiâs lips. Â
His rough palms cradle your face as his dark eyes lock onto yours, âDonât put me in a situation like that again."
His thumbs swipe under your lashes, wiping away lingering tears.Â
âIâd lose my goddamn mind if anythinâ happened to you.âÂ
You knew how much you meant to him, and you couldnât argue with that. Â
âI love you, Toji.âÂ
And thenâ Â
He kisses you again. Â
Really kisses you.  Â
His lips move over yours like heâs memorizing the shape of them, like he needs to taste your promise. His hands slide into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, pouring every ounce of frustration, fear and love into it until your toes curl against the sheets. Â
When he pulls back, you giggle once moreâsoft, breathless, so full of love.Â
âSoâŠâcan we be a big happy family again?"
Toji doesnât even look at Suguru, grunting as he flips the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.Â
âShut the fuck up. Weâre all goinâ to bed."
You donât hesitateâcurling instantly into Tojiâs side, your leg hooking over his hip, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck like youâve done a thousand times before. His arm locks around your waist, dragging you tighter against him with a possessive grunt. Â
The room settles into silenceâwarm, safe, finally feeling like home. Until Suguru sighs dramatically, flipping onto his side toward you bothâ Â
âNo goodnight kiss for me?"
A pause.Â
âGoddamn, Iâm really the third wheel."
And in perfect unisonâmuffled, half-asleep, you both mutterâ
âHush, Suguru."
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na na. eren.
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ăĄăąăâhi. this is super random of me, i know. but i feel like iâve been a little m.i.a + wanted to try something different. hope you like it. not sure why but the instrumentals of na na by trey songz kept replaying in my mind? hope you enjoy. bye.
a little audio, teehee.
DOPAMINE. A FEEL GOOD CHEMICAL WITHIN YOUR BODY WHERE HORMONES RELEASED DURING ENJOYABLE ACTIVITIES, OR EVEN BY SOMEONE YOU LOVED. Maybe in some wayâhe was your happy chemistry, and thatâs what had you waking up this morning.Â
Sunlight spills through curtains like liquid gold, casting a warm glow over tangled sheets and bare skin still humming from shared warmth. The air is thick with the scent of sleep and last nightâs passionâsalt, vanilla, and something uniquely him.Â
You pretend to keep your eyes closed. Curls fan out across the pillow like a crown of midnight silk, crushed beneath the weight of his arm until he grunts awakeâa deep, sleepy sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. He slides from under you with practiced easeâmuscle shifting beneath skin kissed by freckles, moles following like a map constellation only you knew how to trace. The mattress dips as he sits up at the edge of the bed, broad back flexing as he exhales slowly into cupped palms. His hairâdark brown strands that flirt with sable in this dim lightâfalls loose from its usual bun, messy and touchable between fingers as he drags them through.
This quiet ritual belonged to him onlyâshoulders hunched forward in contemplation while dawn paints stripes across tattooed ink snaking up his neck. Lips smack once before parting around a yawn; full mouth stretching wide enough for you to catch a flash of white teeth before it snaps shut again.Â
You love this part mostâthe way morning owns him first before anyone else can claim even half that privilegeâhow heavy lidded eyes blink slowly at nothing in particular, calloused thumbs press circles into kneaded muscle along thighs thick from deadlifts.
Through all that? He still hadnât caught your eyes.
The bed creaks as he rises, body unfolding like something carved from shadows and early light. His dick hangs heavy below pelvis, swaying slightly as he pads across the floorâbathroom door clicking shut behind him with deliberate softness, like heâs memorized the exact pressure needed to keep you wrapped in sleep. Â
Then music bleeds throughâCollide With The Sky, Pierce The Veilâs album filling up space between tiles and steam curling under door cracks. You recognize it immediately because of course this is what he chose todayâguitars slicing through morning air while drumbeats match your pulse slowing against silk clad pillows.
The towel clings low on his hips when the door re-opens, water still beading along the ridges of his absâ hair drips down the nape of his neck, dark strands plastered to ink and skin alike. That mouth of hisâfull, pink, impossible to ignoreâtwitches at some thought he doesnât voice while gathering up sweatpants and a compression top for later. Â
Then he stops. Â
Because there you areâsprawled naked across tangled sheets like some Renaissance painting come aliveâspine arched under morning light filtering through curtains left half open; ass lifted slightly even in sleep because your body knows how much he loves gripping it awake; lips parted against silk where quiet breaths escape between them.
Calloused palms sink into soft flesh without warningâkneading slow circles into each cheek until you whimper into fabric. His voice rumbles out rougher than intended, chuckling mixes of southern drawl thick enough to taste.
âYou know itâs too early for you to be makinâ noises like that.â
Fingers dig deeper, just because they can.Â
âNew Orleans âdon't sleep for nobody.â
Sunlight drips over your caramel skin like honey, catching the coiled silk of curls, dark as bourbon spilled on mahogany. A sleepy whine tumbles from those pouty lips, âCome lay with me for a little longerâŠâ
Eren pauses mid reach for his socks, one thick brow arching toward his hairline.
âDidnât you swear up and down you were cominâ to lift with me today?â
All amusement had drained from his face, âYou know I donât do late workouts. âLike my shit done early.â
Your lashes flutter against freckled cheeksâplaying innocent even as hips shift under tangled sheets just to watch his jaw tighten, âMaybe Iâm just missinâ you in bed, âren.â
He moves almost like a cat circling preyâall coiled muscle and focus as he leans down, bracing both arms around your body. That mouth of his hovers just out of reach of your lipsâclose enough to feel the slight huff of breath as he murmurs, âYou know Iâm not gettinâ back in bed to sleep. That ain't how most of our morninâs go.âÂ
Eren then grinsâwide and wolfish, as he suddenly mimics the whine that spilled from your mouth last nightâmaking your face flame with embarrassment as you cry out, âDonât be mean, Eren!â
He presses his forehead to yours, the warmth of him seeping into your skin as he lets out a low chuckleâdeep, rough at the edges like gravel under tires. His thumbs swipe over your cheeks, calloused palms cradling your face like something precious as he murmursâ Â
âStop gettinâ off track then. Come shower and get dressed."
But when he moves to pull away, your fingers catch gently along the hard line of his jawâjust a soft tug. Barely there. Not enough to stop him if he really wanted to leaveâbut enough. He exhales through his nose at you before leaning back down, a knowing sound rumbling in his chest. Â
Then? His mouth is on yours, before trailing featherlight over the bridge of your noseâyour favorite.Â
âYou hearinâ me?"
ââŠGet dressed,â you parrot back between half parted lips still tingling from contact; watching as that massive frame then disappears toward your shared closet.Â
The moment your bedroom door clicks shut? You blow out an uneven breath before flopping backward onto mussed sheets dramaticallyâpalms pressed against flushed cheeks, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable hell that was working out alongside him.Â
The day unfolds in the rhythm only he sets.
 Pierce The Veilâs album still thrums through the house, guitar riffs bleeding into the aggressive whir as he mans his protein shake station like itâs a military operation. His massive frameâswathed in black compression sleeves that cling to every ridge of muscle and sweatpants riding low on tapered hipsâmoves with that signature masculine urgency, shoulders rolling under fabric as he nods along to the music, head bumping in the most unbothered manner.Â
That bun sits at his napeâdark strands escaping near his ears where stubborn flyaways curl defiantly against his jawline. But then thereâre those pink socksâsoft Nike checks peeking out from under cuffed sweatpants, because you had batted those lashes at him while some employees swore they were "Arch support kings."Â
And what does Eren do?Â
Grunts, tosses them in the cart like they aren't blush colored against all his gloom aesthetic just because you asked.Â
You appear after a whileâmaterializing halfway down the staircase like some modern Aphrodite draped head to toe in your own pink. A fitted long sleeve stretched taut over full tits where perked nipples press eagerly against fabric; leggings scrunched to accentuate an ass so round it could cause theological debates; curls bouncing beneath a matching headband with edges laid flawlessly around your forehead like a halo made mortal.Â
âThe fuck you wearinâ, Bunny?â
Your freckled nose scrunches, eyes narrowing into slits as you huffââWhy can't you just say I look pretty?"Â
Eren doesnât dignify that with wordsâjust shakes his head, sliding your pastel pink shaker cup across the counter with a thud. You eye it suspiciously while he downs his own shake like it's nothing but waterâthroat working with each gulp, Adam's apple bobbing beneath tattooed skin. Â
Arms loop around his waist from behind as you press yourself against him, batting those thick lashes up as if this was gonna achieve what you wanted.
ââŠDid you put ice cream in it this time?"
His palm smacks against one plush cheek of your assâkneading hard enough to make your breath hitch before giving it a rough shake, âTryna' be cute âainât gonna change how protein powder tastes," he murmurs, âAnd no."
You exhale sharply through flared nostrils before popping the lid off and sniffing cautiouslyânose immediately wrinkling at the artificial sweetness, chalky afterthoughts mixing with whatever unseasoned bullshit supplement he swears by daily now. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you tilt your head, already halfway checked out of this conversation. Â
âWhatâs the point of me drinking these anyway?âÂ
His gaze snaps down and locks with yours, all intensity and focus. He doesn't waver.
He never wavers.Â
âIt helps build muscle.âÂ
Erenâs voice slices through your daydreaming like a blade through silkâgrating, deepâbut layered with that familiar patience reserved only for you. Â
âYou barely eat meals unless I put âem directly in front of you.âÂ
"I do eat," you argue, I just donâtâobsess over protein and macros andâIâm not like you, okay? Now you're making me feel unhealthy."
His sigh is heavyânot annoyed, but frustrated with himself for ever letting you think that way. Calloused fingertips press into your waist as he tilts his chin down to meet your gaze head on.
âYou know thatâs not what Iâm trynaâ say, baby.âÂ
A beat passes, âYou told me you were serious about this body recomp shit. âSaid it yourself.â
His thumb brushes along the curve where your hip meets thighâgentler now, because despite all his gruffness? He means every word deep down in places he doesn't show often enough.Â
ââThink youâre th'prettiest thing alive, Bunny. I just want my girlâ happy.âÂ
He was right. You were always so quick to critique yourself, spiraling into insecurities even when he looked at you like you were the only thing worth seeing. His admissionârough around the edges but tender where it countsâmakes your chest tighten with quiet gratitude.
Your arms loop around his neck as you press close, burying your face against his collarbone for just a second before murmuring, ââM sorry⊠Iâm beinâ pouty.âÂ
âYou are.âÂ
But then? When lips brush against the underside of his jaw and whisper âLove you, âRen,â something shifts in him instantlyâhis mouth crashes onto yours before either of you can breathe again. This kiss isn't sweet or gentle; it's claiming, all teeth and dominance like he needed you to feel at this very moment.
In one swift motion, Erenâs hands are under your thighsâtugging you up against him with zero warning. Your legs lock around his waist as he lands two sharp spanks against your assâeach cheek stinging deliciously under his rough palms. Â
âGotta keep this shit heavy for me," he grunts,Â
your squeal into the crook of his neck shy and feminine, laughter bubbling up as he carries you toward the door like you weigh nothing at allâyou sing against his ear in finality, âGym timeee!"
The words drip with playful mischief as Eren grunts out a half hearted âPain in my goddamn ass," but even he canât fight the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth before kicking the door shut behind you. No matter how gruff, cocky or insufferable he acted? Â
This man was absolutely wrapped around your finger.
The gym hums with energyâpolished black floors, chrome equipment glinting under bright lights, and the low thump of bass heavy music vibrating through the air. This isnât just any gym; itâs luxury, where every dumbbell is racked perfectly and the punching bags are pristineâ your boyfriend didnât care how much he paid, no interruptions when he wanted his peace of mind.Â
First stop? The boxing area. Â
Type Shit by Future blasts through the speakersâbass rattling your chest as Eren explodes into motion. Every punch is brutal precisionâshoulders rolling like pistons, abs flexing taut beneath his sweat damp shirt as his fists connect with deafening thuds. His eyes stay narrowedâlashes casting shadows over that sharp glare locked onto an invisible target only he sees. Muscles ripple under olive skin each time he pivots; biceps straining against fabric when he digs in deep for another flurry of hooks, chains rattling violently above him. You perch at the end of a bench across, giggling with playful claps.Â
âGood job, baby!âÂ
Erenâs nostrils flare as he catches his breathâstriding over with that predatorâs gait until heâs towering above where you sit. He lowers his face to yours in a sudden snarl, lips brushing your ear as he smirks, âYeah? You like that?âÂ
The deep rumble of his voice sends a shiver down your spine and makes you dissolve into another fit of gigglesâhalf arousal, half sheer amusement at how ridiculous this man is. Â
But boxing was just his warm up. Now it was your turn to sufferâoops, train.Â
Eren moves like an architect constructing something sacredâloading the barbell with deliberate care before stepping back to watch you attempt squats under his gaze. His voice is always stern, but patient when correcting your form,âFeet wider.â Â
A large palm presses against your lower body for support as you descend again, âHips back first, baby.âÂ
His fingers trace along your thigh lightlyâjust enough to make sure tension stays where it should, murmuring approval against your temple when you finally nail it right on rep fiveââThere you fuckinâ go.â
Now? Lat pull downs.Â
Your palms grip the bar too wide at first; Eren doesnât say anything immediately though. Instead, he steps close behind until there's no space left betweenâone hand tugging gently on your curls while guiding motion downward, ââNot jerkinâ. Control.â
And then comes encouragement low enough only skin could hear, ââDoinâ good as fuck, Bunny. Take what youâ want from it.â
Touch is Erenâs languageâhis way of pushing you, praising you, possessing you right there in the middle of a crowded gym. Every time you finish a set? That large palm smacks against your ass with a sharp thwap, sending heat blooming under your skin before heâs already nudging another weight into place for the next rep. When you swap plates on the barbell, his mouth finds that damp curve of your neckâtongue dragging slowly just to hear that little mewl mixed giggle slip past your lips.Â
And his praises? Gruff. Filthy. Wrapped in growls that rumble against your ear when he leans over mid setââThatâs my fuckinâ girl right there. âAin't nobody else workinâ this hard for me.â
But letâs be realâyou're no saint either.
His shirt rides up when he wipes sweat from his forehead, and suddenly? Your fingers are sliding beneath the hemânails scraping lightly over washboard abs just to feel him flex between reps. Deadlifts turn dirtier when your lips press against his bicep while he grinds through the last few repsâthatâs when Eren fully turns his head, kissing with slurps and teethâuntil a growl rips out chest, barbell dropping harder than necessary.
Itâs now the final set. The entire gym fades into background noise as Eren channels every ounce of his focus into those heavy deadlifts. His muscles strain, veins popping along his forearms as he lifts with controlled power, a deep grunt tearing from his chest each time he slams the weight down. Â
You sit there, transfixedâlips slightly parted, eyes darkened with something between admiration and pure lust as you watch him dominate that iron like it owes him something. Sweat rolls down the sculpted planes of his back; every tendon in his neck standing out in stark relief before he finally straightens up with a masculine huff.
Your voice comes out softer than intendedâalmost breathless, ââŠReady to go?â
Erenâs gaze cuts toward you instantlyâsharpened to a predatory edge at that look in your eye. He doesn't answer right away; just stares for a long moment before saying, âMhm.âÂ
But here's the truth.
The gym? That was only part one. Because the way Eren fucked you as soon as you got homeâit was a workout no less than the one youâd just got finished with. Eren's dominance wasn't loud, noâitâs lethal in its quiet control. Â
Those same dilated eyes from the gym now flicker up at him from belowâlips stretched tight around his cock, saliva slicking your chin as he tugs you forward by a fistful of curls, only to yank you back with a wet pop. His grip is unforgivingâknuckles brushing your cheekbone as he guides your mouth along his tip with rough precision, grunting when your eyes roll from unrelenting pleasure you get just from sucking him off.Â
âQuit clenchin'.âÂ
The command rumbles low and dark above you, forcing yourself to relax even as tears well up in those pretty browns looking up at him helplessly. Â
ââShitâs only gonnaâ make me go deeper.â
He reaches up to re-tie that loose bun of hisâdark strands slipping between his fingers as he gathers them back with rough precision. The motion stretches the cords of his neck, tattoos flexing as he tilts his head slightlyâexposing that sharp jawline you love to trace with your tongue.
And speaking of tonguesâ Â
Yours swirls around the flushed head of his cock before you drag messy, slurping kisses along the veins while jerking him off slowly. Drool drips from your chin but you donât careânot when heâs looking down at you like this, all heavy-lidded and possessive. Â
âYouâre so pretty, âRen.â Â
Eren doesnât hesitate. He leans down abruptly, grip tightening in your hair just enough to make your scalp tingle as he spits directly onto your waiting tongueâsaliva stringing between his mouth and yours before growling, ââAin't no one prettier than my fuckin' Bunny.â
And if thatâs what he said? He meant every syllable, every word.
Another thingâthe way Eren eats your pussy? Itâs like a religionâslow, methodical, and devout.Â
He starts by pressing hot, open mouthed kisses against the delicate skin of your inner thighsâeach one leaving behind a brand of heat that makes you squirm. His teeth graze just barely, teasing as he drags his lips higher⊠and higher⊠until youâre burying your face in the crook of your elbow, hips twitching when his breath ghosts over where you need him most. Â
And then? His tongue drags up your folds in one long, filthy stroke. Â
Your pointed toes curl into silk sheets, muffling the cutest whimper behind the back of your hand. But Eren? He just buries his face deeper between trembling thighsâtongue dipping inside with purposeful precision before pulling away just to slurp at swollen folds shamelessly. Â
Youâre never loud when pleasure hits, noâyou donât have to be.
Eren reads you like an open book. Each flutter of your lashes, each shaky breath drawn between parted lips telling him everything he needs to know. Your face is flushed, tears glistening at the corners of your eyes as you watch him through hooded lidsâthat little pout making his cock twitch where it strains back against his sweatpants. Â
His tongue continuously swirls slow and deep, savoring the way your hips jerk helplessly when he sinks two thick fingers inside, curling them just right before sealing his mouth over your clit with filthy suction. You tense up, thighs trembling around his headâbut Eren never letâs up. Â
âC'mere,â he growls against slick heat before lifting slightlyâjust enough to catch your gaze as he guides one of your hands into his hair.
âHold me there.âÂ
And when smaller fingers twist into dark strands? He buries himself between trembling thighs again like a man starvedâtongue lapping at swollen folds while practically making out with your pussy like it's the only thing keeping him alive. Your lower body shudders violently; muffled whines slipping past bitten lips because if there's one thing your boyfriend knows how to do? It's ruin you silently.
But nothing was more erotically devastating than this.Â
Erenâs favorite position wasn't chosen by accidentâIt was always strategic. One foot planted firmly on the ground, the other braced against the edge of the bed, his towering frame caging you beneath him completely. Your legs hooked over his shoulders left you open, exposedâtrapped under all that raw, coiled strength with nowhere to go. Â
And worst of all? He could see everything. Every bitten whimper trapped behind trembling lips as he pressed his forehead against yours at a harsh angleâhis breath hot and ragged while that dangerously thick cock nudged between slick folds, so teasingly slow just to watch your pout deepen.
Then he sinks in.Â
Your little frown twists into something prettier when pleasured pain crashes through you in waves too intense to hide. Hands scramble for purchase on sweat slick skin, but Eren doesnât let up everâjust grips your thighs tighter and grinds deeper, murmuring filthy praise against parted lips like itâll make taking him any easier.
âCâmon, Bunny⊠sâjust me.âÂ
Youâre always the silent typeâuntil you break.  Â
Thatâs when the sounds spill from your lips like a confession, raw and unfiltered. Eren fucks you with deep, measured strokesâeach one deliberate and punishing as he watches the pleasured pain twist across your features. Your pussy clenches around him, wet noises growing louder with every drag of his cock stretching you to the limit. Â
Your eyes stay locked onto hisâwide and glassy under furrowed brows as if begging without wordsâThen comes that first soft whimper, ââLâLove youâŠâ Â
But it doesnât stop there. The words spill againâand againâyour voice fracturing under the weight of overwhelming pleasure until tears streak down flushed cheeks in glistening trails between ragged breaths, ââRen⊠love you⊠love youââ
Your body surrenders completely when you cum; a sob ripping from your throat as cream coats his length chaotically. Each brutal thrust still rocks into slick heat despite how sensitive you are now, sniffling through overstimulation like some weepy little mess trying to regain control of yourself beneath him. And he just soothes you assertively, like he always did.Â
âIâm knowinâ, baby. I know.âÂ
From that moment forward, your voice is hisâstolen, fractured, completely under his control. Â
Eren flips you onto all fours without warning, the sharp crack of his palm against your ass echoing as you throw yourself back onto his cock with desperate little oohâs. Each smack leaves behind a blooming stingâhe watches the skin redden with possessive satisfaction before growling, "Atta fuckin' girl," when your pussy creams around him shamelessly once more. Â
But then? His grip yanks you up by the hairâcommanding without words for you to take control now. You have a way of turning into something sweetly submissive under his order; climbing over him like a minx with doe eyes and parted lips before swallowing his cock down again, tears prickling at your lashes from how deep he forces himself past that pretty mouth.Â
The contrast is sinfulâtiny hands gripping the base of him while slurping messily on balls too heavy for such a delicate throatâErenâs groan rumbles through both of you when he gathers curls into one fist, just to mutter gruff praise between clenched teeth.Â
âThatâs good as fuck, Bunny⊠jusâ like that.âÂ
Then? Itâs your turn to ruin him. Youâre sinking down slowly at first, to then taking every inch in pornographic bounces â tits swaying while pleasure flickers across Eren's usually stoic face.Â
He tries, triesâbut then? He canât stay quiet anymore.
The moment your ass claps against his pelvis, something primal snaps in him. His grip locks onto your hips like iron, fingers pressing bruises into soft skin as he slams you down harderâforcing himself deeper with every roll of your waist. A rough groan tears from his throat when you tighten around him instinctively, his head knocking back against the pillows as pleasure cracks through that usually controlled composure. Â
âFuck.âÂ
His voice is ragged, a broken growl slipping between clenched teeth each time you ride him just rightâthe kind of pace that has his abs flexing beneath you violently. Â
And then? He stutters. Just onceâjust enough for that deep timbre to fracture into something desperate; "That's so fuckin' good, baby. DâDon't stop.âÂ
The command is a half threat, half plea; hips lifting off the bed to meet every filthy bounce of yours like he canât help it anymoreâbecause if there's one thing Eren can't control? Itâs how easily you unravel him, too.
Your hands grip your own tits, squeezing them shamelessly as you bounce even harderâpitiful little mewls spilling from your lips between breathless pants of, âDâdonât stop?â
Eren tenses beneath you like a bowstring pulled too tight, his jaw clenched so hard it trembles. His grip on your hips loosensânot because he wants to let go, but because the sight of you is ruining him. He canât control anything right nowânot the way his abs flex with every snap of your waist, not the way his cock throbs inside you like it's seconds away from snapping. Â
And then? The sounds start slipping even more.Â
His mouth falls open in a silent gaspâsimmering into a plummet of ragged moansâlow and rough at first, then climbing higher as pleasure shreds through him completely. Â
âKeepâKeep goin', Bunny."
Itâs almost a whimper when he says itâhis voice wrecked beyond recognition as his fingers dig into your thighs just to feel something solid before they slide up helplessly again. He canât even keep his hands still anymore; shifting between gripping sheets and dragging blunt nails down the dip of your spine like he doesn't know what else to do with himself while watching you fuck him so perfectly.
Your stoic, serious boyfriend was now completely reduced to a shuddering, whimpering mess beneath you. Â
His hips stutter up desperately as he bounces you down onto his cock, his usual dominance shattered into breathless submission. Your lips hover just inches apartâhot panting mingling between ragged moans as your foreheads press together. The sound of skin slapping grows louder, more franticâevery clap of your ass against his pelvis drawing another broken noise from his throat. Â
"Oh fuckâf-fuck," he whimpers like itâs being punched out of him, fingers gripping your waist weakly now instead of controlling it. His eyes are glassy with pleasure and something almost like disbelief at how good youâre making him feel. Â
You nod frantically in responseâpouting just as pitifully as him now while whimpering back in agreement between each rough bounce, âMhm! Mhm.â
âFâFuck, bâbabyâI can't tâtake this shit," Eren whinesâvoice cracking in the most uncharacteristically desperate way as his hips buck up helplessly beneath you. His usual rough dominance is completely unraveled, stripped down to nothing but shuddering breaths and shaky hands gripping your waist like a lifeline. Â
But you? Youâre feeling dangerous now. Â
Fingers trail down from his collarbone before wrapping around his throat in one smooth motionâsqueezing just enough to make his breath hitch as you slam yourself down on him again, grinning at the way his eyes roll back instantly when pleasure and pressure collide.Â
Choking was always his thing, wasnât it?Â
And right now? He looks so pretty submitting to itâlips parted around ragged moans, muscles tensing under your touch like he doesn't know whether to lean into it or pull away. Â
And then comes your own broken pleaâwhimpered against sweat slick skin between messy bounces of your hips, âGâGive it t' me, baby⊠please.â
The switch is dizzying; from predator to prey in seconds flat because even though he could flip you over and wreck you ten different ways right now? Heâd rather lay there with tears prickling at sharp lash lines, nodding frantically through gritted teeth for whatever sick little mercy you decide on next instead of stopping any time soon.
Beneath you, Eren is a vision. Always.Â
His tattooed chest heaves, ink rippling over taut muscle as his breath comes in ragged bursts. Freckles and moles scatter across his flushed skin like constellations youâve already traced earlier. His dark hairâusually so meticulously tied backânow spills loose from its band, messy strands clinging to his damp forehead while those piercing green eyes dilate with every whimper that slips past his bitten lips. Â
âKâKeep goinâ⊠donât stop,â he rasps, fingers trembling as they slide down the curve of your spine possessively. Â
And then? He cumsâhard enough for veins in his neck to stand out starkly under strain when release crashes through him violently... but you don't let up even then; grinding down slow and filthy just to watch pleasure turn into near pain on that handsome face of his.
His face contorts in overwhelming pleasureâmouth pouty and kiss swollen, lips parted around rough breaths as he tugs you back down into a messily final kiss. He whines into your mouth like you're ruining him, his tongue sliding against yours desperately while hands roam desperately for purchase.Â
"CâC'mere," he mumbles helplessly when you pull back, his voice a shattered messâalmost like he's begging for your mouth again, because he suddenly feels too dizzy and submissive to care about how pathetic he looks right now.
Your kiss melts from feverish to slowâdeep and lingering, tongues brushing in tender sweeps as the adrenaline ebbs into something warmer. Erenâs grip shifts from desperate to deliberate, calloused fingers cupping your chin as he pulls back just enough to growl against your lipsââYou love me? Huh?âÂ
Your answering mewl is immediate, arms wrapping around his neck as you nuzzle closerâbody still thrumming with aftershocks. His palm slides up your spine in slow circles then, touch firm but soothing now; all that earlier intensity gentled into something protective.Â
A quiet hush settles between you two, the only sound being the steady rhythm of your breaths mixing together. Eren's massive hands smooth up and down your trembling back, his touch both grounding and possessive once again.Â
ââŠEren?âÂ
You call his name softlyâfingers lifting to cradle his jaw as you pull him into full view beneath you. He looks huge like thisâall corded muscle and sharp angles under scattered freckles; head tilting up with that signature intensity locked onto you like nothing else exists in the room but this moment.Â
Then comes your question. Smaller than intended, almost lost between shaky inhales.Â
ââŠWould you ever tell me if you were unhappy with how I look?" Â
Eren's entire expression tightens instantly.
He smacks his lips once before scoffing outrightââThe fuck are you on? You think Iâd ever be unhappy with you?âÂ
His grip on your waist flexes unconsciously, pulling tighter as if offended by even the suggestion. But then he sees itâthe flicker of insecurity behind those pretty browns despite how hard you try hiding it behind pouted lips.
And just like that? His voice drops lower; gruff but careful nowââBunny⊠you see me in the gym âcause that shit keeps my head straight.âÂ
A pause. He then nudges your chin up firmly, making sure thereâs no avoiding eye contact when he growls outââBut you? Ain't a single day where I don't wake up wantin' every part of what's mine.â
You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers threading through the loose strands of his dark hair as you murmur against his lipsâ Â
"You're my everything, you know that?âÂ
And for once? Eren actually smiles. A rare, unfiltered grin that crinkles the corners of those sharp green eyes before he's tugging you into just one more kissâthis one slow and sweet until you suck his tongue into your mouth, just to hear him grunt. Â
But then? He retaliates by throwing his head back with a loud, exaggerated howlâlike some overgrown wolf suddenly unleashed. The ridiculousness of it makes you burst into giggles instantly; squirming when he flips you both beneath the covers in one swift motion while muttering something about, âAlways gettinâ yourself into trouble.â Â
The last thing seen before darkness swallows the room is Erenâs tattooed arm yanking blankets over tangled limbsâand despite all that gruff exterior? His grip stays tender where it rests possessively against your body, as it always did. Just for you.
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ăĄăąăâ this is my first dystopian society fic, and i genuinely had so much fun writing itâso i thought iâd re-share it with all you pretty babies. not too much to say, love you guys.
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FUCK.
 THATâS ALL SHE COULD THINK AS HER FINGERS CLASPED THE GRIP OF HER PISTOL, continuously tapping at the magazine in hopes that itâd work again. Digging her boot deeper into the ground, she flicks her index on the trigger three more timesânothing.
âFuck,â she actually sneers out loud.
Tossing the weapon against the ground, sheâs now entirely frustrated after standing there for almost thirty minutes. She didnât have time to be in one placeâshe had to move.Â
Traveling through wastelands within the French Quarter almost felt like a reward. Sheâd been on foot for ten daysâtwo hundred and sixty hours to be exactâbut she never expected it to be that simple walking back into her home town of New Orleans. Her arms ached from continuously pulling herself over fences, legs throbbed from squatting down from the sight of othersâwhether that was guards of the Embassy, other Rogue, or even worseâHollows.Â
Empty, a missing soul, no pulse. The mutilation of their skin appeared a dull grey. Every snarl of their jaw was terrifying, every bite of their teeth even worse. Their limbs dragged through the city, groaning as they searched for their next victimâshe just hoped it would never be her.Â
But there was something she mightâve had in common with themâher fingers were sticky, able to get her palms on anything she neededâdesiredâfood, money, weapons, whether it belonged to her or not.Â
But this time around, she mightâve made the wrong decision.Â
Her eyes glanced up to the sky, seeing the mixture of pink and orange hues clinging to one another as a sign of the sun being tugged away by the moon.Â
Close to nightfall.Â
Adjusting the tactical slung across her shoulder and hip, the material swayed with each step of her curved frame. The city was practically mutilatedâshredded flags whisking in the wind from discolored buildings, even molded beads sunken under the murky waters along the ground.Â
Maybe she was just lucky. Maybe she wasnât. Her eyes narrow as she peers over a gated houseâno, a castle of sorts
A once majestic Southern mansion, now a fortress. Wrought chained fences surround the perimeter, punctuated by razor wires atop the high stone walls and a sturdy wooden gate being the only entry point. A faint glow emerges from the cracked windows to show a sense of humanityâyet an ominous silence permeates the area.
Sheâs quick to move. Her fingers sting as she climbs along the metal, grunting as she makes it to the curve of the barbed wireâshe feels a light sting on her thigh, dropping down with the hold of her backpack still within her clutched palm. The light sheâd taken attention to earlier shines from a window towards the back of the home, wood covering atop of it to block entryway. Of course, this looked like green signs pointing to come in for her.Â
Sheâs quieter than before, taking soft steps towards the windowâher eyes fixated through the dirtied glass to get any signs of lifeformâbut itâs only a singular candle flickering against the wall.Â
Pulling her head back, she digs her fingers down and slowly pulls up to crack the windowâit opens without much struggle. Using the ledge of the window to hoist herself in, she drops herself down to the wooden ground a few feet below. It was nicer than sheâd presumeâa golden mirror from across the bed, more candles planted across the vintage dresser, but thatâs when her eyes halted. Snacks, jewelry, weapons everywhereâshe was like a kid in a candy store.Â
The clicking of her flashlight echoes throughout the room as she rummages through the drawers, throwing aside useless items in search for something moreâsatisfying. She throws her hand into the drawer, pulling out a gold watch that shined along the candles flame. Holding it up to the light, she admires the piece of jewelry in the mirrorâa small smirk appears on her face.Â
But that succession didnât last long.
The smile on her face was quickly wiped off. Not literally, but the weight of metal connecting to her skull mightâve had her entire body freeze.
âI suggest you move when I say moveâ unless you want this bullet in the back of yoâ skull.â
It was the baritone voice of a man; low, stern. His finger pressed tightly on the trigger.
âTurn.âÂ
She doesnât move at first. After the metal pushes further into her curls, she slowly turns on her left side, keeping her arms at her sidesâthatâs when she meets his face.
His form was big, broad-shouldered and muscular to the extent his bicep flexed with the tension of the weapon, dirt smeared muscle tee hugging his sculpted abdomen. He was intimidatingâthe furrow of his thick eyebrows narrowed down like his eyesâ brown skin glowing beneath the candles within the room, cornrows tight and neat despite the jagged energy he carried. Tattoos cascade his body, never stopping until they reach his cheekâa cross beneath his right eye.
She didnât have time to be gawking.Â
So, she swipes the weapon out of his palm as she reaches for her pistol, the other hand gripping his arm as she attempts to twist it behind his backâof course, that didnât work in her favor.
His palm latches around her neck and forces her body to the ground. He uses one hand to keep her in place, using the other to rip the handgun away from her grip. Fingers dig into the crevasses of her throat.Â
âLet go of me!ââÂ
He tightens his grip, âOr what? You finnaâ call yoâ people?âÂ
Click on the side of her temple.
âYou gonâ give me a reason why I shouldnât pull this shit?âÂ
His strength irritated her. So she does what she canâshe spits in his face.Â
âFuck you.â
âYoâ, OnyâWhatâs going on?ââ
Footsteps come trampling down the hallwayâThatâs when they all see the scene in front of them. More guns now point in her directionâbut a pair of feminine eyes outside of the three men within the room question, âOnyankopon, what the hell are you doing?!âÂ
âThis oneâs Rogue.â
The woman that spoke before takes softer steps into the room, her grip loosening on her handgun. Her hair was braided similarly in cornrows, brown skin and full lips glowing under the lightsâa baby strapped to her chest.
âOnyankopon, get off of her.â
The woman comes closer, âAre you alright?â
âFuck off,â she spits in return, eyes narrowing as the manâs strength doesnât let up.
The woman takes another step closer, other two men following closelyâa dark-skinned man with an unbuttoned shirt, followed by a lighter skinned man with glasses and a white tee.Â
The lighter man spoke, âOnyankopon, broâget off of her, sheâs not a threatââ
âYou finnaâ act stupid?â his deep voice cuts off, âYounâ see whatâs in her hand?â
His free hand grips her wrist, forcing the girl to open up her clenched fistâthe watch.Â
They all stare.Â
Thatâs when the dark skinned man speaks up, âNigga, câmonââÂ
âShe couldaâ been bit.â
âYou gonâ give her the opportunity to tell us that?â the lighter skin man counters.
A slight frown rests on the womanâs face, âOnyankoponâjust let her explain herself, please?âÂ
A couple of seconds passâOnyankopon slowly releases her throat from his palm. She immediately yanks at the gun in his other hand, pointing it at all four people staring at her. Her fingers tremble a bit, but she doesnât loosen her hold nonetheless.
âWeâre not trynaâ hurt you, aight?â the darker man speaks up, âYou gonâ tell us why you broke in?âÂ
She doesnât answer, just letting her eyes shift to the womanâs againâshe was the most calm, even with a gun pointed at her.Â
âYouâre bleeding.â
The girl's eyes fall to her own bodyâthatâs when she sees the gash at the top of her thigh, the olive green of her shorts oxidizing a dark hue from the blood. Her head flicks back up, adjusting her fingers along the weapon as the woman questions, âWere you bit?âÂ
She waits for a second.
âNo,â she attempts for her voice to carry, ââCut myself climbing over the fence.âÂ
The dark skinned man takes another step forwardâher fingers tighten, âStay backââ
âShe was a nurse,â he raises his hands in defense, âShe just wants to help you.âÂ
âPut the gun down,â the light skinned man orders, his voice deep and calm. He holds his hand out, waiting for it.
âWhat group are you with?â The man, Onyankopon, questions. His entire body was still tense.Â
âI donât have one,â she answers back, voice pensive.
The baby coos within the womanâs hands. She frowns, âYouâre actually Rogue?âÂ
They all stared at one another.Â
âHow long âyou been alone?âÂ
Onyankoponâs questions are aggravated. Thereâs another beat of silence within the roomâher fingers twitch on the piece of metal as the woman speaks again.Â
âWe can help youââÂ
âI donât need help.âÂ
âSo what are you gonnaâ do? Bleed out?âÂ
Those words lay heavy on her chest.
Thatâs when Onyankoponâs low voice questions, âWhat yâall trynaâ talk her into? We needaâ be takinâ her to the Embassy.â Â
âIâm not going to the Embassy.âÂ
The woman frowns, âEven if we wanted to do that, we canât. The suns going down.â
âAnd?â
âHollows are everywhere, Onyankopon.âÂ
âAnd,â the dark skinned man interrupts, âWe have no idea where the Embassy even is. Sheâll be more useful here thanââÂ
âUseful? For all you know she couldaâ been bit!ââ
âI already told you I wasnât,â she snaps. Her eyes flick to everyone in the roomâthe silence speaks louder than her words.Â
Thatâs when the woman continues, âAre you hungry?âÂ
Sheâs hesitant to answer. She is hungry, but she wasnât going to tell a group of strangers that.Â
Her finger falls from the trigger of the weapon slightly, her shoulders beginning to slump as the woman questions again, âCan you justâplease let me treat you? I canât imagine itâs been easy on your ownâbeing Rogue.âÂ
âShe beenâ alone this entire time. Sheâll be fine.âÂ
âOnyankoponâthatâs enough,â the man with glasses calls, his eyes narrowing on him.Â
He turns back to the girl with an assuring voice, âSheâs right. Itâd be better for you here.â
Still, she doesnât reply.Â
âPlease,â the woman repeats, âIf you need somewhere to sleep, justâstay for the night, alright? And when the sun rises, you can go. Okay?âÂ
They waited in anticipation.
Thatâs when she takes a deep breath, dropping the gun from her hands, kicking it in the direction of the man that attacked her.
Onyankoponâs face remained stone-like. She could feel his glare burning at her, but she was too invested in the woman moving closer with a soft, faint smile.Â
She turns to the dark skinned man, âElijah, go get me the first-aid kit,â her eyes flicker to the man next to him, âTheoâgrab some towels from the upstairs bathroom.â
They both nod, turning to leave the room.
She takes another step, âIâm Namiâyour name is?â
She looks unsure about answering.
âSahfeya.â
Nami grins, âYeah? Thatâs pretty.âÂ
She lowers herself to meet Sahfeyaâs body, unstrapping the baby off the front of herâNami questions, âHeyâOny? You mind taking Aaila to the living room?â
Onyankoponâs broad stature towered her as he slowly bent over to take the young infant into his arms, the same hand that once held a gun to Sahfeyaâs head now securing Aailaâs body.Â
He leaves the room silentlyâbut not before giving one more look to her.Â
âAlright,â Nami exhales, âLet me take a look, yeah?âÂ
Sahfeya nods, her body tenseâat this very moment she feels the pinch of her injuryâShe sucks in a breath, mindlessly clutching the hand of Nami.Â
She mutters, âSorry.âÂ
âDonât worry. Iâve seen worse reactions in my time.âÂ
The alcohol from the wipes sting the cut on her thighâa harsh huff comes from Sahfeyaâs mouth.
âSo,â Nami distracts her, âHow long have you been traveling?âÂ
Sahfeya breathes deeply, âTwo months now.â
Nami is quick, already working on the cut along her thigh as she murmurs, âYouâre braveâIâd be too scared to take New Orleans on my own.âÂ
Thatâs when Elijah peeks his head back in, âYou good? Need anything else from me?â
ââWound isnât as bad as I thought itâd be. Thank you, baby,â she mumbles, not looking up from the work sheâs doing.Â
Sahfeya stares at him for a momentâhe warmly grins, making his way out of the room.Â
âThe other guyâOnyankoponâheâs not yourâŠumâŠâ
âBoyfriend?âÂ
Nami shakes her head.
âAbsolutely not,â she releases a small chuckle, âHeâs my older brother, actually. Elijahâs my husband. Theo is Onyankoponâs best friend.âÂ
She wraps the bandage around Sahfeyaâs thigh, the girl letting her eyes follow the work of her hands.Â
Nami pauses, âYouâre also bleeding on the side of your neckâdid my brother do that?â
Sahfeyaâs fingers slowly go over her neck, feeling the light cut on her flesh. She shrugs, âIâm not sure. I uhâspit on him, so it wouldnât surprise me if it was.â
Nami smiles.
âYouâre a ballsy one, huh?â
Sahfeyaâs mouth twitches. Her face falls quickly as the alcohol wipes along her neck, the smaller wound stinging more than the bigger one.Â
She softly questions, âHow old is your baby?â
âSheâs six months,â Nami hums, using the gauze in her palm to dab the blood away.Â
Another faint laugh releases, âSheâs a big baby, though. I blame Onyankoponâhe makes sure to hunt the ends of the earth for baby food.â
Sahfeya hums dryly, âHe seems nice.âÂ
âHe can be an assâbut heâs just protective,â she mutters quietly, âI know that can be hard to believe since you literally just got a gun pulled out on you, butâhe means well.âÂ
Nami then sighs, âYouâre all patched up,â she gives a pat to her thigh, âAnything else you need me to look at?â
âNo.âÂ
âOkay,â she doesnât press it; itâs clear Sahfeya needs a moment to breathe, âYou can rest awhile, if you need it. We have a guest bed near the living roomâI donât suggest sleeping in hereâthis is my brother's room,â she lightly jokes, standing from the floor as she dusts herself off.
When she makes it towards the door, Sahfeya slowly stands up as she calls, âNami?â
âYeah?â
âUmâthank you,â she whispers, âYour kindnessâit means a lot.â
Nami gives her a soft smile.
âYou're welcome.âÂ
When she exits the room, it leaves Sahfeya filled with only silence. Her fingers trace along the cuts on her neck, her mind filled with the overwhelming thought ofâWhat now?
She didnât realize sheâd fallen asleep. When her eyes peered open, her body laid against a twin sized mattress within the guest bedroom. Sahfeya slowly rose up, glancing around the darkened wallsâher eyes frantically searching for her belongingsâbut when she looked to the dresser, she saw a bar of soap, two towels, and a change of clothes seated next to her backpack. She sighed.Â
The feel of hot water along her skin felt like heaven, her fingers dousing the vanilla scented soap everywhereâher large curls, her freckled cheeks, her curvy silhouette.Â
Nami was unfortunately a little smaller than her, so the pale pink tee she gave fits like a baby tee, her midriff showing above the sweatpants that didnât even have much room for her assâSahfeya exhales, the full tresses of her curls already drying back up into full waves passing her lower back as she adjusts the tight clothing. She had to dismiss the embarrassment as bunny slippersâalso lended by Namiâsqueak down the hallway with each stepâwhen her body turns into the kitchen, the familiar three bodies sit at the table.
 Namiâs lips part to greet her, âOh good! Youâre awake, and the slippers fit youâare you still hungry?â
Sahfeya just stands in her spot, shifting the shirt down her waist as she shrugs, âA little.âÂ
âAaila was a little fussy, so Onyankopon made dinnerâis meatloaf okay? We have some other vegetables, too,â she takes a moment to breathe, âWe donât have much variety since supply runs get harder soâhopefully you donât have any allergies.â
Sahfeya glances at Onyankoponâhis wife beater is now clean, the back of his muscles flexing as he stands over the stove. She can feel the irritation coming off his body.Â
Her voice is soft, âIâll manageâum, thank you.â
âYou were out cold,â Theo mentions, standing from the table as he asks, âDo you wannaâ sit down?âÂ
When Onyankopon makes his way over, he nearly tosses the plate in her direction. Sahfeya places her palms on the sides of it, glancing back at Nami who gives an apologetic nod. So instead of taking that plate upside his head, she sits down to eat.
She tries her best not to dive into the food, but she canât help itâshe swallows instead of bites, keeping her head down as everyone Nami, Elijah and Theo talk amongst themselves. She also canât help her eyes stealing glances at Onyankopon on the end of the table, eyes peering away each time he notices her staring.
She figures she could beâpolite.Â
âYâall from here?âÂ
âOriginally,â Elijah replies, âWe moved to New York when we got marriedâNami picked up on livinâ innaâ north, thatâs why she donâtâ have an accent.â
She pouts at her husband, âI do, too! Itâs just not as strong.â
Elijah just chuckles, kissing her temple, ââCame back to visit Onyankopon and Theo while introducinâ them to Aailaâthatâs when the world went to shit.âÂ
âWhat was left of it, anyways,â Theo hums, leaning back into the chair as he flicks his gaze toward Onyankopon, who was looking between everyone at the table, âBut itâs livable here, I guess. What you doinâ here?âÂ
âTheo,â Nami scolds, âYou canât just ask the girl questions like thatââ
âItâs fine.â
Sahfeya lowers her fork, wondering exactly how to answer this questionâshe couldnât lieâher throat felt a little tight already.Â
âI lived out in Mississippi with my best friend before everything happened. The Embassy ordered groups, so we justâstuck with some people weâd grown up with. But then she wasâumâbit by a Hollow, and when we learned that there was a cure we planned to travel in hopes of finding the Embassyâthe group we were in didnât think it was safe, and just figured it was easier to kill her. Soââ
Her throat feels closed.Â
âSorryââ she politely stands from her chair, feeling her body beginning to shudder, âWould youâexcuse meââ
Sahfeyaâs already making her way back into the guest roomâshe didnât realize that hearing herself say this out loud was harder than watching it happen. She refused to cry in front of a bunch of strangers. The room was perfectly dark as she raised her eyes to the ceiling, holding her fingers over her face as she took a deep breath, feeling her body trembling as she fought the tears attempting to release.Â
Her body then jolts, hearing the sound of the door creaking openâwhen she looks over to the frame, she sees that familiar tatted figure standing in between. Onyankopon holds out a pair of sweatpants.
âI know Namiâs clothes a lilâ uncomfortable soâhere.âÂ
Her eyes flick down to the pants, going back up to his eyes.Â
âTheyâre yours?âÂ
He stands still in the doorway, his fingers clutching the material a bit tighter, âMhm.âÂ
His deep voice is softer than before, but his shoulders are still tense, eyes watching her face in silence.
Sahfeya steps forward as she slowly takes the pair from him. Her voice is equally soft as she replies, âThanks.âÂ
He nods at the reply, glancing away as he shoves his palm back into his pocketâhis shoulders square back, eyebrows pushing together as he stands a bit taller.
âWhat was yoâ friendâs name?â
She blinks at the question.Â
Her throat returns back to that tightness as she replies, âSamira.â
âSamira,â he repeats slowly, his eyebrows loosening just a bit.Â
The silence between them is deafening, and he doesnât realize she has to look up in order to actually see himâher features were soft, eyes big and vulnerable.Â
âIâm sorry about yoâ friend, Sahfeya.âÂ
She stares and stares, her brain trying to process the words coming out of his mouth.Â
âI know what itâs like to lose someone close to you, soâI see why youâ soâyou.âÂ
Sahfeyaâs eyebrows raise, âSo me?âÂ
âIndependent.âÂ
Sheâs never been unsure of herself, but maybe it was the face that belonged to this man. It was intimidating. She could see the way he eyed her bodyâlike he was trying to read her.Â
Thatâs when she replies, âIâm a little surprised you sayinâ all that after I spit in your face.â
His face twitches, like heâs fighting off anything close to amusement.Â
âYou gonâ apologize?â
Her eyebrow raises, âIs that what youâre looking for?â
âI mean, I did bring you a lilâ peace offerinâ. Even witâ them sticky ass fingers you got.âÂ
She holds the pants up, âOhâthis equates to putting a gun to my head?âÂ
âI ainât put no gun to yoâ head,â he corrects, âJust aimed it at you.â
âSame difference.â
She then takes a breath, realizing she mightâve been in the wrong.Â
Sahfeya sighs, âLookâIâm sorry for spitting on you, okay?âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
âAnd, what?âÂ
âAnd you trynaâ steal from me?âÂ
âI ainât know it was your room, Onyankopon. Are you gonna accept my apology or not?âÂ
His eyes graze over her entire body.Â
âItâs aight,â he leaves it at that, âYou gonâ come eat the rest of yoâ food?âÂ
It seemed like they were two sides of the same coin, unable to be entirely vulnerable with each other. So if this was a stepâit was better than nothing.Â
âI need to change out of these uncomfortable ass pantsâbut yeahâIâll be there.âÂ
Silenceâhis eyes watch as she turns around, wrapping her fingers beneath the waistband of her pants.Â
Sahfeyaâs notices him, eyes narrowing, âYou just gonâ stand there?â
Her fingers are still hooked under the pants as she turns back aroundâ heâs gone.Â
The sun had risen quicker than she expected it to the next morning. Her body had sunken into the bed, it being a while since sheâd known the comforts of an actual duvet. She could hear the faint sound of crying within the kitchen, assuming Aaila was fussing as Nami attempted to feed her.Â
But what she didnât expect was to be woken up as abruptly as she was. Her body jolts when she feels something drop down on herâ eyes flying open, she looks down to see her clothes from the day before.
When she looks up, the first thing she sees is Onyankoponâbare, a towel wrapped around his lower body as his deep voice greets, âWe donât sleep through the morninâ âround here.âÂ
Sahfeyaâs eyes narrow, âAnd what time is it now?âÂ
ââBoutââeight,â he tells her, âI washed yoâ clothes.âÂ
With the natural light coming into the window, sheâs able to see himâhis features were sharper against the morning, the wetness from the shower leaving his skin glistening. His toned shoulders were wide, the tattoos along his body darker than yesterday.Â
Her eyes flicker over him as heâs turned awayâher voice soft, distractedâshe mindlessly murmurs, âThank you.âÂ
âYou cominâ in shortened our food supply, so we gonâ have to huntâWhen weâ outside of the house, you gonâ have to listen to everythinâ I say, aight?
Her eyes are still wandering over his body. Her brain is a bit muddled, âMhm.âÂ
He pauses, glancing behind himself to realize she had zoned out. His face remains unfazed, but thereâs a flicker of amusement in his eyes.Â
âMhm? Thatâs all you got?âÂ
Sahfeya blinks.Â
 âYeahâheard you.â
âDonât take too long, then,â he orders, tattooed back flexing, âWeâ goinâ in thirty.â
Her eyes mightâve followed him on the way out.Â
Sahfeya walks into the kitchen twenty minutes later, seeing Nami whoâs feeding Aaila, Theo and Elijah sitting at the table reloading their weapons.Â
âMorninâ,â both men greet her.Â
She gives them a soft nod, turning towards Nami whoâsâ smiling?Â
Sahfeya hesitantly greets, âUhâGood morning?âÂ
âGood morning,â Nami gives her a small wink, âHowâd you sleep?â
âDecentââÂ
Namiâs still smiling.Â
Sahfeya raises an eyebrow, âWhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
Namiâs voice is giddy, âI heard you and my brother talked last night.â
âWe did.â
âAnd?âÂ
âWeââÂ
Sahfeya sighed, âWe mightâve found some common ground.â
That causes the others at the table to snicker, both Elijah and Theo eyeing one another with the same smirk on their face.Â
âCommon ground?â Nami questions with a hum, âWhat kind of ground would that be, exactly?â
She shrugs, âI donât knowâweâre bothâprideful, I guess.âÂ
Her words make them all chuckle again.Â
âDonât worry about him,â Nami attempts to reassure, âHeâs actually a big softie.âÂ
âMajor,â Elijah adds.
âExpeditiously,â Theo finalizes.
In that moment, Onyankopon turns into the kitchenâhe adjusts the chain he wears, muscle tee hugging his abs he tugs it over his body, camouflage printed cargo pants held by his tactical, hefty boots weighing his feet.
âWe talkinâ âbout me?âÂ
Heâs making his way to the window, eyes narrowing through the blinds.
Nami shakes her head, âJust talking about how we hope you find something good out there.âÂ
Onyankopon lets out a hum before moving, adjusting the pistol at the back of his pants. Itâs quiet, the only audible noises being Aailaâs slight coos. He goes over to his sister, pressing a kiss to her forehead and her baby girls, âYou good?âÂ
Nami nods, âAlways. Youâll be careful, right? Iâm making beef stew for lunch, so please donât take too long.â
âIâm already knowinâ.âÂ
Sahfeya props her finger in front of Namiâs six month old, her dark curls sprawling all the way down to her wide hipsâthe olive green shorts she wears clings to the fat of her ass, black long sleeve doing no better as it hugs her upper body, showing her midriffâher nipples mightâve been poking through, too. Her paratrooper boots come up, tying all the way to her knees. Maybe this was the first time Onyankopon caught himself looking at this girl in the sunlight.Â
However, he dismisses his own thoughts, âYou gonâ sit around with the baby all day, or you gonâ come help a nigga hunt?â
Sahfeyaâs eyes were round, attempting to be masked by her naturally long lashes, dark pink lips flushed as her freckled face glanced over to him, âYeahâWhere are we going?â
She notices his face. He was glaring.Â
His voice is low, âWe gonâ hit the forest nearby. Here,â he goes into the corner, the loud click of his shotgun shifting in his palm as he reaches it out to her.
She wraps her fingers around the weapon, âUhâWhat am I supposed to do this? I have a pistol.â
He raises a thick eyebrow, âItâs a shotgun. âCanât kill no Hollows with that lilâ ass pistol you got.â
âIt ainât little,â her nose scrunches, âJust ainât no shotgun.âÂ
âYou done?â He grunts, âIâm trynaâ be back before the sun goes down.âÂ
âAre you done?â
âIâm not finnaâ keep arguinâ with you, girlâLetâs go.âÂ
And with that, the door shuts.Â
âLawdâthey gonâ kill each other out there.â
Birds soar above the trees, cawing loudly through the clouds as the sky attempts to clear up above. Sahfeyaâs body bends as Onyankopon holds a broken part of the gate open, crouching into a walkway that leads towards the forest.Â
Her eyes squint as the sun comes out, âYou sure thereâs no Hollows back here? What do we need the guns for if thereâs no threat?âÂ
Onyankoponâs steps are long, one stride overlapping her three. His head cranes behind him, âThatâs why itâs called a hunt.â
Heâs a few steps ahead of her as the foliage becomes thicker, his tone more serious.Â
âYou got ammo on that shotgun?â
Sheâs dragging the weapon as it feels heavy in her fingers. Sahfeya glances down, slowing her steps as heâs still walking, âUhâmaybe?âÂ
âYours is a pump action,â he calls back, âPut the end of the shotgun against your shoulder.âÂ
He continues through the thicket of trees, his voice a hiss, âLoad and rack it.â
Thatâs when Sahfeya fully stops. Her expression is a frown, âYouâ must be speakinâ creole or somethinâ.â
Onyankopon stopsâhis head turns back to look at her. He slowly walks, moving to stand just a foot ahead as he snatches the weapon from her hands.Â
âHow youâ been on yoâ own and canât even use shit like a shotgun?âÂ
He begins to load the weapon. His movements are swift, showing that heâs done this an effortless amount of times.Â
âLookââ he leans closer, âYou pull this lilâ tab here right before you shoot. If you donât do it right, youâll know âcause the shit gonâ kick right back and break yoâ faceââ
âI thought you said we were hunting for food, we huntinâ Hollows or something?â She cuts him off, curls draping over her shoulder, head tilting in confusion.
She has no time to react before heâs lifting the shotgunâhe fires, her body flinching at the boom as he takes a shot a couple feet away from her.Â
âYou ainât payinâ attention.âÂ
âI am!â her face almost goes into a pout, âWhy canât I just have your pistol?â
âHollows ainât a joke,â he narrows his eyes, âYoâ lilâ gun like a damn peashooter. You trynaâ die?â
âYou ainât gonâ protect me while weâ out here? Whatâs all these muscles for? Cuddling?âÂ
She reaches for the pistol in the back of his pants, shrieking when she feels her knife suddenly tugged from her shorts, pointed directly at her throat.
âWhat you gonâ do when another Rogue comes at you trynaâ snatch yoâ ass for everythinâ you got?âÂ
She huffs, âWhy are you playing that scenario now?â
âIt ainât playing,â he places it back in her tactical, âYou just ainât ready.âÂ
The shotgun was unfortunately back in her hand. Sheâs still dragging it, âDonât you think weâre far enough?â
âYou think far enough gonâ feed us?âÂ
The sun shines fully, eyes squinting as he looks back to her, âYou want me to catch youâwhat, a rabbit?âÂ
Itâs more of a mossy pond they come uponâand as if on cue, a bunny goes flying past their feet, taking off further into the trees.
Sahfeya shakes her head, âI would hope notâwhere did Nami get beef from if yâall hunt animals too?â
âWe gonâ keep walkinâ.â
His boots thud against the soft ground, âPeople gotâ meat,â they come upon a lakeâa group of deer slowly drinking from the water, âWe trade with âem sometimes.â
âWe canât go to trade today?â
He raises the shotgun at her, âJust for thatâyou get the first shot.âÂ
âI just told you I donât know how to shoot with that, Onyankopon.â
âYou gonâ learn.âÂ
Thatâs all he responds withâhe steps closer, taking her small body into his bigger, broader one. He pulls the shotgun over her shoulder, his chest now against her back, âHold it.â
âOnyââÂ
"Hold it.âÂ
He places her finger underneath the trigger with his grip firm. His warm breath hits the side of her ear, his voice a deep grunt.
"You gon' have to get comfortable wit' it. This yoâ safety,â his body somehow moves closer, her back pressed firmly into his torso as he points to where heâs referring, âThis tab here gonâ eject the bullet when I push it in.âÂ
She releases a breath, âPush it in?â
"In,â he repeats, slow and deliberate, watching the way she almost flinches at his voice in her ear.
âItâs gonâ release it from the chamber,â he rasps, âMeans you still got two more bullets in here.âÂ
Onyankoponâs thick bicep moves to grip underneath her own, aiming the gun towards a deer. His other arm wraps around her waist to steady the rifle, âYou hearinâ me?âÂ
He slowly shifts his hand around the trigger, moving the tab just like he saidâa bullet ejects, causing the deers to scatter at the sound.Â
Sahfeya stiffens.Â
âRelax,â he grunts.
She lets out another breath, âOkay.âÂ
âYou see the one Iâm pointinâ at?âÂ
One of the deer had a large pair of antlers, standing taller than the others. Sahfeya lets out a soft, âMhm.âÂ
âWhen you actually shootâthe gun gonâ kick back. Iâm holdinâ it tight, so it ainât gonâ hurt you.âÂ
She can feel his grip tighten around her, âAll you gotta do is hollonâ to me, aight?âÂ
Sahfeya just nods, not trusting her voice.
âShoot.âÂ
The shotgun goes off, the deer dropping to the ground with a loud bangâOnyankoponâs grip on her body is the only thing that keeps her from falling backwards.Â
Sahfeyaâs ear rings as she shrieks, but nothing hurts more than the warmth she feels on her back from him. His face is close to her own, the smell of cedar from his neck filling her nose.
âSorry.âÂ
Onyankoponâs grip remains firm. The swell of her ass pressed tightly to his hips, and she was scared that if she moved, sheâd feel more than his tactical.Â
She smells like vanilla, like everything that was sweetâ pretty.Â
âMy fault,â he murmurs, âYou good?â
A rush of adrenaline pours through her bodyâshe leans deeper into his, a breathless giggle falling from her lips, ââThink Iâd still prefer my pistol.â
Itâs like hell had frozen overâOnyankopon chuckles, the sound deepâsexy, âYouâ cute.âÂ
He allows her to step out of his grasp, her body somewhat missing the warmth as soon as she does. He adjusts in between his cargos with a large palm, âLemmeâ grab the deer. Weâll head back.â
Their eyes seem to linger over each other for a momentâSahfeyaâs face flushes a bit, keeping her eyes focused on the weapon still held within her palm. She smiles.Â
But that only lasted for a millisecond.
A groan ceases through the trees. The birds from above begin flying awayâSahfeya frowns, her eyes glancing around the area, her entire body tensing as the deers take off in different directions.Â
âOnyankopon?âÂ
The sound brings a sudden stillnessâOnyankoponâs jaw ticks, his movements silent as he looks towards the woods on the other sideâHe takes a step towards Sahfeya, arm entrapping her behind him.Â
They listen.Â
Just then, another moan echoes.
âHollows.âÂ
And thenâthey see them.
She counts two. One is a man, his stomach rippedâintestines dangling from his open wounds. His face is scarred, his head a matted mess.Â
Itâs the sound of his heavy breaths that cause them to tenseâbut he isnât alone. Before they can even think, heâs flying towards themâthe speed of his body nearly breaking the sound barrier.Â
âMove!âÂ
Onyankoponâs hand grips her shorts, tugging her in the direction back towards the mansion. He yanks his pistol from the back of his pants, already aimingâfiring, the sound loud as it bounces off the trees.
Sahfeya takes off, crunching branches beneath her boots as she flurries through the woodsâher heart drops the moment another groan surfaces in the direction sheâs runningâshe halts, raising the shotgun towards the feet sloppily trampling towards herâshe fires.
The kickback from the shotgun thumps her jawâit aches, but she doesnât have time to accept the painâthe Hollow slumps to the ground, dead.Â
âSahfeya!ââÂ
She hears Onyankopon call, but a force steps into her path, making her flinchâa Hollow reaches, mouth snapping towards her, only being held back by her arms blocking his bite. Itâs strong.
She strugglesâthe force pushes her onto the ground, snapping teeth just a mere second from her face. She beats at its chest, âShit!âÂ
Onyankopon is fast, his hand raising as a bullet flies from the weapon, shooting the Hollow in the headâthereâs a moment where it cries, dropping directly next to Sahfeyaâs legs.Â
The moment she throws her body up, her shoulders nearly jolt as sheâs snatched behind a treeâher scream stifles under Onyankoponâs palm, body against the front of his chest as he clasps her mouth shut.Â
His large palm is so big compared to her face, completely covering her mouth with a strength that doesnât take much to keep her in place. Their breathing is harsh, her heart racingâOnyankoponâs muscles on her back arenât helping to bring her pulse down either.Â
Another moan echoes.
Sahfeyaâs body stiffens, watching Hollows surfacing from the trees. This was the first time sheâd ever been this close to one. Not sinceâ
âOnyankopon,â her voice mewls through his fingers, the warmth of her tears on his skinâsheâs reaching back to tug at his shirt. Theyâre everywhere.
âIâm here.â
His voice is just as low when he finally releases his palm, âI donât gotâ the clips to kill all of them. GoââÂ
âI canât leave you hereââ
âYeah the hell you can,â his voice grows a bit louder, his body hardening against her own, âImmaâ be behind you, girl. I promise.âÂ
He didnât lieâhe couldnât lie. Heâs tugging her arm as he begins to move, his strides wide. Onyankopon shoves the pistol in his pocket, now pushing his arm in front of her smaller frame as he hastily clears his way forwardâshe didnât seem to think of herself as weak and scared, but for the moment, he was using the lightness of her body, pulling her as fast as he could.Â
They make it back towards the broken part of the fence, the sound of bullets zipping past her earsâOnyankoponâs firing off every shot from his pistol, heavier footsteps pounding behind them, spits and groans loud.Â
He tugs the bottom of the gate open, still firing off shots with one hand as Sahfeya crawls her way throughâwhen she turns, heâs still on the other sideâshooting, shooting.
âOnyâOnyankopon!â Sahfeya calls, fingers brushing the tattoo on the side of his arm, reaching for his body.
Her fingers fumble from the adrenaline coursing through her bodyâsheâs trying to lift the fence, the metal too heavy.Â
Sheâs yelling, âOnyankopon, câmon!â Â
âI canât let them get pastâGo!âÂ
He takes his palmâslamming the gate shut where he stands.Â
Her voice trembles the entire ground as she cries, âNo!âÂ
Onyankoponâs back is pressed to the gate as the grunts of the Hollows become louderâhis gun empties, the clips dropping to the ground second after second. Heâs breathing hard as his eyes dart, his fingers reaching into his other pocket.Â
But the only thing he has is a knife.Â
His eyes narrow at the sight of more Hollows emerging, his palm slamming into the chest of the first one who gets within his spaceâthe blade pierces through its throat with a squelch.
But nothing is scarier than his body beginning to be piled by three of themâand thatâs when it happensâa loud groan comes from Onyankopon himself, gnashing teeth digging into the flesh of his arm, sinking deeper by the second.Â
Sahfeya didnât know where sheâd found this strength, but she yanks the gate up, tugging the knife from his palm as sheâs stabbing forcefully, blood splattering all over her body in return. Sheâs fighting.
One bulletâit surfaces from the end of the shotgun, sending the final Hollow running back into the forest. Sahfeya groans as she drags his body under the gate, clasping it shut into the grass as much as she canâshe holds him up, âHey, HeyâOny? Are youâhey, look at me!âÂ
His brown eyes widen, a groan leaving his lips as he stares at the sky, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He tries to push up, but his arm feels like itâs on fire.Â
Blood drips down his elbow, pooling on the ground near her fingers, âIâm good,â he pants, âIâm good, Sahfeya.â
âFuck,â she quiversâher voice rushes, âYouâre bit, Onyankopon.â
The adrenaline that fueled his body is beginning to dwindle as she brings him back into the mansion, heâs staggering with every step. Heâs trembling as they reach the back door, Sahfeya shoving it open and yanking him inside.Â
Sheâs crying, tears leaving a trail on her cheeks as she begs, âNami!âNami!â
Nami runs as soon as she sees them, her body freezing at the sight, Theo and Elijah right behind her.Â
âMy god,â she gasps, eyes widening as his arm dangles helplessly, âOny?âwhat happened?âÂ
âThem fuckinâ Hollows,â his voice is hard, as if he was running out of oxygen to even talk, his eyes rolling as he pantsâ heâs fighting the urge to pass out.Â
âHe was bitââ Sahfeya expresses, her words scrambled, âHe shot all the ones he couldâI couldnâtâI couldnât push the gate upââ
âHey,â Theo is firm, âItâs gonâ be okayââ
âGet the fuck outtaâ here,â Onyankoponâs voice is loud, eyes wide, âPut me outside. Iâm not finnaâ let myself hurt yâall.â
âWhat?âÂ
Theoâs eyes go wide, âWhat âyou mean outside? You sayinâ you gonâ just let this happen?âÂ
Elijah gives Theo a look, "He's gonâ turnâitâs in his body.âÂ
Nami shakes her head, tears in her eyes, âYou canât do that, Iâm not watching you die!â
âYou donât gotâ a choice!â
He knocks his head down to Sahfeya as he still holds on, âLet me go.âÂ
âOnyankopon, please!ââ
Onyankopon tries to take another step, but his knees buckle, his hand gripping into the wall beside themâthe floor feels closeâcomfortable.Â
Heâs falling.Â
The fear that grips everyoneâs body vibrates the wallsâit feels nauseous, a soft sob spilling from Namiâs lips as she watches her brother try to push away from all of them. Her sibling. Elijahâs brother in law. Theoâs
best friend. Sahfeyaâsâ
He collapses.Â
Nothing.
He was nothing.
                                            移èĄ
FOR IT TO BE NO ELECTRICITY WITHIN THE HOUSE, THE CANDLES ALMOST SEEM LUMINESCENT.
 Heavy eyelids catch the blur of flames, going from narrowed, to open.Â
They try to find some type of focusâthe sable duvet of blankets, back to the flames flickering softlyâor, the feminine silhouette, darkened curls framing the round face that doesnât come into full vision yet. However, the faint scent of vanilla comes to fruition.Â
âHey.âÂ
Was it a dream?
Things become more clearâand seeing those round brown eyes, freckles, soft featuresâmaybe it wasnât a dream.Â
His body joltsâa warm, small palm coming above his, âItâs just me.âÂ
âDonât touch me. I donât wanna hurt you.âÂ
His voice grunts as an effort to raise himself from the bed, âIs everyone aight?âÂ
âOnyankopon.â
The events of the day begin to flood his memory; he struggles to sit up, but his arms feel weakâhe growls, âDonât lemmeâ repeat myself.â
Sahfeya eyes him for a moment.
 She then sighs, ââEven almost dying, youâre still stubborn.âÂ
Her voice is softer, âEveryoneâs fine. Theyâre all restingâAailaâs been real fussy for the past couple of daysâshe just misses her uncle.â
At the mention of Aaila, his expression softens. But he canât lie, heâs confused.Â
âA couple days? Thatâs how long I beenâ out?â
Sahfeya shakes her head, âAlmost a week now,â she corrects, âYouâre probably experiencing a bit of soreness.â
His eyes glance down to his armâthe bitten one, his fingers running along the now bandaged skin. At the sight, his eyes narrow.
âI didn't change,â he mutters.
Sahfeya eyes him once more. And then, a tilt of her head.Â
âNever got the opportunity to use that cure I always kept in my bagââfigured Iâd do some good, put it to better use than using it on myself.â
âThe cure?â he frowns, âYou had it?â
Thatâs when she raises her hand, âSticky fingers, remember? Who knows, I may just be on the run from the Embassy.âÂ
Something in him wants to be amused. But he canât help but say, âYou ainât have to do thatâthat shit couldâve happened to you, Sahfeya.â
Sahfeya shrugs, âIt could have. But it didnât.â
Her fingers brush along his palm, âI gave it to someone who deserved itâJust as much as Samira did.âÂ
The words she speaks sinks into him.Â
"You saved a nigga life.âÂ
Sahfeya gives a gentle smile, âCall it an actual apology for trying to rob you in the first place.â
Onyankopon just stares at her for a momentâhis eyes roaming over her figure with an unreadable expression.
Her shoulders hike up a bit, more tense than she shouldâve been as she notices, âAre you feeling okay? Oh godâare you having a stroke or something? Do you need waterââÂ
Onyankoponâs rough palm cradles the smooth flesh at the back of her neck, pulling her mouth against his, kissing her.
Itâs slowâhis lips soft, gentle, a contrast to everything else about him. Heâs warm, fingers wrapping to the back of her neck, taking in every part of herâher eyes flutter shut as she exhales against his mouth, hands trembling a bit as she leans herself against his bicepsâshe tenses as she feels her fingers along his gauze, pulling back as her face flushed a red, âUmââÂ
She presses her fingers to her mouth, âYou should shower.âÂ
"You sayinâ I stink?"Â
âNo,â her giggle feels awkward, âI justâyouâve been laying in bed for daysâit might clear your head a bitââ
âWhat youâ sayinâ? That I kissed you âcause my brain muddled?â
She blinks softly, âMaybe.âÂ
And to her surprise, he listens. His body mightâve felt a slight soreness, but the hot water against his muscles definitely helped his mind clear, the past couple of days replaying all in a multitude of imagery within his mind. Everything meant something to him.Â
Onyankopon steps out of the shower, towel hanging low along his hips, only being held by the clutch of his palm. His durag is tied atop of his head, full lips flushed from the warmth of the shower, the steam hazing into the bedroom as he steps out, catching sight of a silhouetteâthe bare dip of Sahfeyaâs back curves inwards, her ass heavy as she pulls the oversized tee to cover her bodyâshe hears him, pulling the material down as her soft voice questions, âYou mind if I sleep in this?â
His eyes lingered, drinking in his fill of her soft body before looking up to meet her gazeâsheâs flustered, body flushed from head to toe as she stood at the edge of the bed.Â
His voice is low, âGonâ head.â
She tugs a curl of her hair, pulling a bit as some type of distractionâher eyes look at him, but she doesnât make it entirely obvious as she questions, âThe shower made you feel any better?âÂ
His body moves towards the dresser, tattooed chest glistening in the dim lightâhe leans forward as he pulls out a drawer filled with his clothing, but he doesnât move to retrieve anything yet.
Onyankopon leans further, âThe hot water felt good,â he husks, âMade it easier to thinkâmy mind was all over the place when I first woke up.âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
âAndâionâ remember much now,â he takes a step towards her, Sahfeyaâs round eyes blinking in return.Â
âYou donât?â
Onyankopon shakes his head, eyes moving over her own, âNahâEverything before me gettinâ in that shower is kinda blurry.âÂ
His tone lowers, âButâionâ know, I mightâve remembered a lilâ kiss or sumâ.â
Sahfeyaâs face drops, her palm swatting his arm as she whines, âDonât play like that,â stepping back as he dips his face to meet hersâheâs grunting as he reaches for her waist, âPlay like what, huh?â
âOny.âÂ
He chuckles, his palms gripping her soft hips, pulling her forward as she attempts to move, âYou already forgettinâ me?â
âNo,â her arms hesitantly found his shoulders, âI justâwanna make sure it wasnât a pity kissâyou know, âcause I helped you.â
âThat shitâ crazy,â he grumbles, âI kissed you âcause I canât get my mind off you, girl.âÂ
His nose brushes hersâSahfeyaâs body tenses a bit, her nod soft as she glides her teeth along the plush of her bottom lip, âOkay.âÂ
Through all of that shell sheâd protected herself with being here, he feels it being broken down the moment her fingers trail the silk of his durag, her breath hitching as his lips brush against hers.Â
âYou gonâ let a nigga have you?â
The question makes her body taut in his arms. Her teeth dip lower into her bottom lip, Sahfeya tensing to ground herself, âOnyââ
His voice is gruffer than before as he narrows his eyes down, his lips brushing her own in torturous repetitions, âRelax yoâ hand.â
Her eyebrows furrow a bit, a throb coming from her clit in a way that it shouldnât have. She takes another breath, her palm slowly releasing from the nervous hold she had, whimpering the moment his mouth sucks at her lips.
"Youâ a good ass girl. Don't tense," he gruntsâSahfeya squeaks softly the moment he grabs her by the thick flesh of her thighs, tossing her down the bedâhis shoulders loom the arch of her body.Â
Onyankoponâs head then dips, his lips pressing to hers with more force, âYou know what you doinâ to me?â
His fingers slip into the intertwine of hers, holding her palms against the bed. It causes her lower body to sway a bit in return, her forehead knocking into his as her face flushes, eyes fluttering shut.Â
"Don't do allatâ," he rasps, âYou a nigga riled up," his fingers trail up her arms, grazing the tips of her knuckles with his thumb. He grips onto her fingers, "Gon' let me see you, girl.â
The kiss he gives her is hardâhis mind blank as he comes down onto her plump lips, âEyes.âÂ
Her lashes flick up, palms trembling under hisâat the same time, his tongue slides deep into her mouth, Onyankopon lowering down to begin sucking up the flesh of her throat. Her eyes clasp shut again.Â
âNah,â he growls âhis fingers grip onto her jaw with one hand, pulling her gaze up, breath hot against her lips, âKeep themâ eyes up here.âÂ
Itâs as if he commands her attention.
âYou gonâ have to relaxâmy shit ainât nothinâ nice.âÂ
If his lower region wasnât nice, his mouth certainly wasnât any better.Â
Heâs tugging off her panties, dragging her to meet his mouthâa slurp resounds against the room as his lips suck at her clit, the facial hair along his face becoming coated with the arousal that glistens on her pussyâSahfeya hitches a breath, clawing for his shoulder. Her thighs tremble, âOnyâsâshitâŠâÂ
âYou wet as fuck.âÂ
Onyankoponâs giving her a mean showing of pleasure, his tongue lapping between her folds with every shiver of her bodyâHer thighs trap his head, back arching from every rapture that courses through her stomach. It seems like the words he speaks are laced with fire and truth, a soft shudder making her mind feel fuzzyâhis shoulders rise, tongue sweeping across the top of her mouth, âKeep them legs up.âÂ
Even as heâs telling her that, heâs moving them on his own merit as he pins her ankles above her headâSahfeyaâs eyes are low, fighting to keep them from closing at the sight of him. The brown of his eyes and skin, his jaw clenched as he watches her, handsome features hard.
Onyankoponâs forehead connects with hers the moment his towel drops, Sahfeya jolting at the feel of his dick smacking her folds, tip rubbing her clitâhe was right about something though, his dick was nothing nice. Veiny, girthy, long.Â
But the moment he sinks into her, her mouth parts open at the truth of his wordsâher fingers clutch, hips unable to move as he holds her down. He grunts when she gives a whimper, her body tugging beneath hisâshe feels full, a pleasured discomfort warping around her sensations.Â
âI know,â he rumbles, tightening the hold he had on her hands, âYou full, baby. My shit curvinâ in you.â
Her legs tremble beneath his body, and when his tip lugs deeper, Sahfeyaâs face hides within her shoulder, tears brimming her eyes as another deep, fiery pinch of pleasure rushes through her bodyâher voice is soft, âOâOohâŠâ
His lips sear into her own, âYou gonâ take me?â
She shakes, her nose finding hisâsheâs mewling, âItâs big, Ony.âÂ
Onyankoponâs grip tightens on her wrists. Heâs grizzled at the plea of a voice, âYou wanna see how you takinâ it?â
He releases her hands, cradling both of his palms at the back of her head as he strokes so slowlyâhe pulls her face up, allowing her eyes to find the connection of their bodies below. Sheâs watching.Â
And just from the sightâher legs slowly spread open in a way that her folds stretch to take more of him in, her forehead pressing further against his as her arms wrap around his backâshe whimpers, âOh my godâŠâÂ
He doesnât stop pounding, the grip on her head possessive, her mouth parted open, yet, nothing comes out.Â
âJust keep watchinâ my shit go inâitâs gonâ go deeper every time.â
Heâs grunting this to her.Â
âOohmygodOny.âÂ
âYou betâ not fuckinâ move. Keep it up.â
The connection of his palm to her face has Sahfeya moan, Onyankopon groaning to her in repetitions, âKeep it up. Keep it up.âÂ
Her walls are softening the more his dick encases her folds, it makes her feen for more. Sahfeya takes her ankles, wrapping her palms around the soles of her feet as she spreads her legs completely openânow, theyâre to the sides of her headâthis angle, her eyes rollâsheâs groaning.
The splatter and schluck overwhelm her ears, her cream coating his dick to a discoloration. He has her pressed into the mattress, her face screwing upâsheâs loud.
âOnâOnyan,â she breathes, a small, soft sob coming from her lips, âMy stomachâŠâÂ
âYeah?â The grip he finds on her jaw goes tight, âIâm in there?âÂ
âYouâre in there, baby,â she harshly exhales, âFuck.âÂ
âI know. You gettinâ loud, all in a nigga ear.âÂ
Sheâs still holding her own legs up, her lower lip bruised as her teeth sink into it. Sheâs repeating with every move, âOooh, Oooh, Oooh,â her mouth going.Â
âGood girl,â he coos, his hand gripping her chin so her eyes are back on his, ââCan a nigga spit in yoâ mouth?â
Sahfeya faintly nodsâall of a sudden, sheâs shy.Â
âUse themâ big girl words, ionâ want that shy shit.âÂ
Her breathing is hard, panting when she attempts to speak, âYeah, baby. Lemmeâ have it.âÂ
Onyankopon snarls at her plea, the tip of his fingers sliding along her chin as he re-grips her jawâhis fingers curl, his spit landing on her tongue, jaw flexing at the sight of herâSahfeya squeezes her eyes, mouth parting to catch his saliva.
âMy shit feel that good?âÂ
âUh-huhhh,â her eyes rolled back in return.Â
She whimpers in such a bimbo way, ââLike the way you fuck me, baby.âÂ
âGood ass girlâyou gone,â his lips are close, breath hot against her own, brown eyes gleaming over her faceâSahfeya sticks her tongue out once more, twisting it around with hisâshe moans, flicking it up and down, just tasting him.
âOoh,â he groans, âJust like that, girlâJust. Like. That.âÂ
Onyankoponâs kiss is aggressive, his palms gripping her jaw as his hand slides up her faceâhis tongue strokes hers, his grip rough as it finds the flesh of her throat.Â
âThis shit good,â his hips deeply thrust down into her pussyâholding at her cervixâSahfeya gasps intensely as he tugs back out.Â
Onyankopon growlsâthe grip on her throat tightens.Â
âDo that shit again.â
âOny.âÂ
On the second stroke, Sahfeyaâs voice is high, her back arching from the bedâher body shakes against his.
His palm slaps her cheek once more, "Gimmeâ that noise again."
âOooh,â she moans, fingers still holding her ankles in place, âOnnny.â
She raises her nails up to his abdomen, dragging them along the flesh. She whimpers, âComeâ closer.âÂ
His groan is gruff, his arms wrapping around her waist as he yanks her closeâHer arms latch around his neck in return, holding him tight as she smashes her mouth to his. He feels her.Â
This kiss is slow, a contrast to the hard grinding Onyankopon does.Â
âYeah, yeah,â heâs coaxing, his hands sliding up the smooth flesh of her back, âKeep them sounds cominâ.âÂ
Theyâre nearly seated up at this point, Onyankopon holding her by the flesh of her thighsâSahfeyaâs clinging on, clawing along his back while her other hand rests at the nape of his neck. His groan is low, his hand gripping the back of her curls as he yanks their mouths together, still stroking, âGot a nigga fuckinâ you crazy.â
âAâAgh,â she mewls, knocking her cheek into his jaw, eyes shut as she moans within his ear.Â
âOâOny,â sheâs whining, "Oh my god, baby.â
He thrusts deeper, her body shaking in his hands, âYou sound so pretty, baby.âÂ
âYou feel good as hell,â he continuously rasps, âYou feel so good.âÂ
Onyankopon is hissing, his lips sucking at the side of her neckâSahfeyaâs whining out, her grip on him tight, fingers holding. Â
âThere, baby.âÂ
His dick curves to the angle Sahfeya wants as he slams into herâshe cries outâ clutching onto him, a rapture of pleasure wafting her entire body. But he wanted more.Â
He then flips her onto her stomach, eyes facing the mirror directly across from the bed. His hand is already clutching her throat, Sahfeyaâs eyes rolling as shoves back in, her ass clapping to the gush of his dick returning insideâShe drops her face into the sheets, mewling for the thousandth time.Â
âNahâlook,â His hand forces her face to look up, âSee how I got you?â
His palm slaps the flesh of her ass, a loud echo coming within the room mixturing with the rhythm of her ass bouncing on his abdomenâOnyankoponâs palm grips her asscheek, his eyes narrowing at the reflection in the mirror, âLook at that.âÂ
He lays his body atop of hers, face burying into the crook of her neck as his lips rests at the shell of her earâher face is flushed, cheeks rosy and lips bruised as her low eyes look within his.
But sheâs no better than himâsheâs taking her lower body, grinding it back. Her head turns to face him, keeping her ear against his mouth as she hears him groan into it.Â
She giggles through her whimper, âLemmeâ bounce back on it, baby. Wanna hear you.âÂ
Onyankoponâs voice is a huff, his teeth sinking into the flesh of Sahfeyaâs neck, the hand on her chin yanking her head to the side, âYou donât gottaâ beg.â
His body sits up, fingers spreading her pussy from behind, âGet close,â he grunts. Sheâs obedient, grinding her body back against his, whimpering, âOh myâOohâ,â her hips shaking against his, Onyankoponâs head rolling back.
Sheâs whiny, voice hiccuping as she justâtakes him.
âYou got it,â heâs biting his own lip as his curved palm pulls her into each thrust, eyes narrow as they travel from their reflection back to herâhe swats her ass, âYou a muhfuckinâ pro. You takinâ this fat ass dick.âÂ
âSlow down, babyâŠâÂ
From the mirror, she watches his palm slide to the right side of her faceâhe slaps at it, âYou gonâ take me like you want it. Donât be cryinâ now.âÂ
âOooh!â sheâs groaning, âFuck, Ony.â
Her lips are parted, a soft gasp coming from her mouth as he keeps. Going.Â
 âYou gonâ give me all of you?â
He smacks her ass again.Â
âTell a nigga.â
Her pussy rocks back onto his dickâOnyankopon finds her throat from behind as she responds, her voice quiet, âIâm yours, Ony.â
âYou gonâ be mine forever, huh?â
Heâs sloppily tugging herâhis breaths quickening as his palm goes to the back of her neck.Â
âUh-huh,â sheâs nodding, âIâmâso close.âÂ
Sahfeyaâs eyes flutter when he lowers himself back into a kiss from behindâa low groan coming from his lips, âLook at me,â heâs coaxingâsheâs quick to obey, âThatâs it, baby,â his lips sucking at her own, âMy fuckinâ girl.â
Itâs a rush of emotions between the twoâ she frowns between her soft sob of, âIâm cumming.â Â
She keeps repeating it, holding onto him like sheâd never touched him beforeâlike she did when she thought heâd held his last breath.Â
Thereâs a sudden groan from his chest as he slowsâa flash of emotion comes across his featuresâhe moans with her, the final smack of their lips louder than before as he feels her folds drenching his tip feverishly, as he fills her up without another thought. It doesnât stopâit doesnât stop, theyâre moving, rocking togetherâhot, messy, passionate.
Then, theyâre silent.Â
A moment of peace, of reassuranceâSahfeya is the first one to break the tension, her voice soft, âIâm sorry.âÂ
He remains in her, his breathing soft as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, âFor what?âÂ
ââThink I scratched your arm where you were bitten.â
Onyankopon furrows his eyebrows.Â
His lips tug into a small smirk, âYou too good.â
âYoâ! Namiâs finally makinâ that beef stewââ
The door swings open, Theo adjusting his glasses as he continues, âShe needed to know ifâoh shit!âÂ
Sahfeyaâs body is instantly shielded, her lips squeaking at the sudden movement.
 âNigga, you forgot how to fuckinâ knock?â
Theoâs head dips, âMy bad, bro,â heâs saying quickly, âUhâhey, Sahfeyaââ
Sahfeya covers her face beneath Onyankopon, âHi, Theo.â
Onyankoponâs frown deepens, his eyes glaring as Theo takes the hint, âRightâI was gonâ ask if yâall need somethinâ to eat, but it seems like you already ateââ
âTheo, Immaâ knock yoâ ass out. Why youâ still standinâ here?â
âI canât come check on my bestie? You almost died!âÂ
Onyankoponâs head shakes as an exhale comes from his lips, âIâm alive,â he rasps, âLeave.â
âI get it, man,â Theoâs smiling, his hands held up in mock defeat, âPussy prollyâ great after allatâââ
âTheo.â
âYou hungry, beautiful?â He directs his question towards the body hiding.
Sahfeya giggles, âIâm fine, Theo. Thank you.â
âWhatâs happening? Are they gonna come eat? Can Onyankopon come to feed Aaila? I need to cook!âÂ
Namiâs voice is heard all the way from downstairs.Â
Onyankopon grunts out, âWhere yoâ damn husband, Nami?â
âIâm helpinâ cook!â Elijah shouts.
Theo leans against the door, a smirk on his lips, âSoâhowâd this happen?â
Onyankoponâs eyes narrow, âImmaâ be worse than a Hollow if I gottaâ get up, Theo. Swear taâ god.âÂ
âIâm actually a lilâ hungry,â Sahfeyaâs voice is soft, her hands over her nipples, âAnd youâre heavy.âÂ
âYou heard the womanâwe cominâ. Now getchoâ ass gone.â
Theo smiles, âAightâYoâ, theyâ in here hunchinâ!âÂ
âWhat?!â Both Nami and Elijah bleat in return.Â
The door slams shut.Â
And once more, Sahfeyaâs amused in a time where Onyankopon thought nothing was funny.Â
âWe gonâ have to deal with that every time?â she questions.
âUnfortunately. You ready for allatâ?â
Sahfeya sighs, âI donât knowâmaybe I should just take my things and leaveââ she goes to turn on the bed, a mixture of a shriek and laugh pouring from her lips as he tugs her back.Â
âLike hell.âÂ
He groans when her lips latch onto his, the kiss slow yet warm. Sahfeyaâs fingers trace the side of his face, eyes closed as she breathes, âIs this too fast?âÂ
âNah,â heâs low, âNah.âÂ
âMaybe we should skip dinner then,â Sahfeya sucks at his lips, âYeah?âÂ
âWe gonâ eatâ just lemmeâ get a lilâ appetizer in.â
Thatâs when he tugs the covers over their bodiesâand of course, Sahfeya giggles.
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ăĄăąăâ a lilâ late night post, will apologize for that. but hey, itâs me. had to post mine + apparently yâallâs favorite toji fic first, teehee. and bc i didnât do it last time, will preface by saying the main characters name is asael, pronounced ahâsighâyell, bc i think some of yâall were confused. anyways, hereâs cinnamon remasteredâ cute, hot, sexy times combined into one fic ! love you, hope you enjoy.
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DOODLES OF SPIDER-MAN WERE DRAWN ON THE RIGHT CORNER OF HIS PAPER, THE HANDWRITING EASILY RECOGNIZABLE TO HER SLENDER EYES. A small grin rises on her full lips, vision flickering up to search for her favorite studentâthere he was, bashful unintentionally, darkened hair and flushed cheeks hiding within his journal as usual.Â
Some children were like him, while some werenât. She adored her career within education, a Pre-K teacher always being the walk of life sheâd wanted for herselfâitâs was their genuine giggles, their doe eyes curious with every question, their excitement of learning something new each and every dayâif anything, it made her feel like the same superhero drawn upon the paper she currently graded. Speaking of that drawing, it belonged to a particular student of hers. Megumi.Â
She wasnât supposed to have favorites, but he was hers.Â
Onyx hair that sprawled around his head, round deep blue irises that beamed when something caught his interest, to the shy giggle he gave when he found something entertaining. She never had any problems with Megumiâwell, all but one.
Anti-social was an understatement. He would stay inside and draw rather than be outside during recess, and his refusal to participate in group activities didnât make it any better. She respected her students and their personal space, but after a year of the same pattern? It was starting to become concerning.Â
They were all currently assigned to work stations, finding him in the Art corner of the room, of course. Doing a brief check of each station, she tip-toes over to a yellow table, the painted oak glowing an amber hue from the years of it being used.
âHey, Meg. You okay?â
When she doesnât receive an answer, she gives a warm smile to her other student at the table. Layla. Tawny brown skin beautifully complimented with her light brown pigtails, humming softly as she scribbles her own drawings on construction paper.
So she tries again, âDid you see what Layla drew?â
Megumi peers up at his teacher, face hidden underneath the veil of his messy bangs. As usual, his cheeks gain that familiar crimson color, and he nods. He didnât mean to ignore her, he just had his focus on somethingâin this case, another Spider-Man drawing. At his teacher mentioning Laylaâhe leans over towards her paper with wide eyes. The drawing was of a family, a mom, dad, and their baby all sitting on a picnic blanket. Â
The only thing she receives is the smallest mumble of, âPretty,â as he quickly goes back to his own craft.Â
She blows out a soft exhale.
âIt is.â
At another attempt, she leans in closerâher fingers point to the little girlâs drawing, âHey, Lala. Thatâs a pretty picture. Did you see Megumiâs drawing?âÂ
Layla lifts her head and immediately smiles. The five year old loved to talk, which was the opposite of Megumi, a bundle of sunshine ready to explode next to the starry night that was her classmate.
âMhm!â
 Layla leans forward to get a better look, brown curls bouncing with her gasp, âThatâs so cool!âÂ
Megumi visibly preens at the compliment, eyes widening like a puppy would as they receive a treat. Being a more timid child, he wasnât one to receive the attention of others too often, so when it happened? It was all the more special.
His round face beams, turning a darker shade of pink as he nods his head rapidly, ââŠI did it all by myself.â
âHow about you show Layla the Spider-Girl you drew? Better yet, you can make her one to take home, yeah?âÂ
âI love Spider-Girl!â Â Layla gasps, âCan III get one, Megumi?â
Megumiâs eyes light up like twinkling stars. The shy boy nods his head eagerly, happy to have someone interested in something he enjoyed, a slight smile now spreading across his small face.Â
âMhmâŠâ
He nods his head, going into his desk as he then says, âI can make you another Spider-girl one, this oneâs for my dad, okay?âÂ
A giggle escapes Layla, a nod in return as she bounces up and down in her chair, pigtails bobbing along with every move. Megumi starts to quickly draw another version of the super hero he so admired, but through this adorable interaction, he mentions something that does distract his teacherâhis father.
Like Candyman or Bloody Mary, these were examples of ominous things that possibly existed, including her students' father. Sheâd attempted to contact him since the year started, Megumiâs nanny being the only person that dropped him off from the first day up until now. When she asked the nanny if there was any particular reason why he never showed up, it was always vague.Â
âHeâs a busy man,â sheâd say.Â
It wasnât a teacher's business to pry, but sheâd concluded somethingâ The reason why Megumi clung to her so much? It was only because this attention was lacking at home. She proclaimed that whenever his father decided to make his grand entrance, sheâd give him a piece of her mind.Â
She just didnât know that day would be today.
âHey, Ms. Honey.âÂ
The familiar voice catches her attentionâbrown eyes flicker to the doorway of her classroom, seeing lavender overalls coated in colored handprintsâMrs. Emery, a teacher from across the hall that taught first grade.Â
ââAfternoon, Mrs. Em.â
âI love your classroomâyour kids are like the ultimate palate cleanser,â Mrs. Em grins, âReady to get out of here?â
âReady as Iâll ever be,â Ms. Honey sighs, âWhatâs with the painted overalls? I hope you arenât exploring a new sense of fashion.â
âGirl, no. My first graders got a little carried away during art timeâYouâd think they were Picasso.â
âYou look like youâve been vandalized.â
âI was.â
The first grade teacher scans over the room, taking notice of an unfamiliar sight; Megumi leans into his classmate, showing her the drawing he was in the process of completing for her.Â
Mrs. Emâs eyes go slightly wide as she whispers, âIs that Megumiâmaking friends?âÂ
 Ms. Honey giggles softly, âTrying to. I asked him to show Layla his drawing, I thought he was gonna faint.â
Mrs. Em grinned at her words, hands landing on her hips with a slight laugh, âHeâs so shy, what a cutie.â
âI just wish he wouldnât be so afraid to make friends, you know? Everyone in class always wants to talk to himâAnd his drawings? Itâs nothing Iâve ever seen from a five year old. Theyâre phenomenal,â she crosses her arms, âYouâd think heâd want the company since heâs an only child. I know how lonely that can be.â
âSpeaking of home, any updates on Mysterious Daddy?â she raises a brow, âI still need the details on that.â
âGirl, if only there were details to giveâI have to go through an interview just to have the nanny tell me he canât talkâIâve never spoken to the man directly. To make matters worse, sheâs terrified of him.âÂ
âNo email?â
âNot even a letter from a bird,â Ms. Honey counters, âThe nanny also said she only speaks with him when itâs close to Megumiâs bed timeâShe doesnât know what he does for work, nor does she feel the need to ask.â
Mrs. Em leans her elbow on a bookshelf, raising a brow at the information she was given, âSounds like a mob boss, if you ask me.âÂ
Ms. Honey shoots her a look, shaking her head before saying, âIf you ask me, heâs a lazy parent or doesnât even want to be one. What man canât talk to his childâs teacher about his own kid?â
Both womenâs gaze fell towards Megumi once more, the little boy now showing the finished drawing to another classmate that peered over his shoulder with curiosity.Â
âAt least he has you, Ms. Honey. Youâre practically a Mommy.âÂ
Ms. Honey sighs, a small smile at the notion, âIâm tryingâBut itâs not enough. I can tell he craves that one on one attention from a parent, and thatâs not something I can fully give as his teacher.â
âAre you gonna give his father a piece of your mind if he ever comes up here?â
âA piece of it? No. My entire cranium? Absolutely.â
Mrs. Em grins widely at that, letting out a chuckle as she concludes, âNow that Iâd pay to see.âÂ
The two women continued their gossip for another minute or soâbut this introduction needed no words to gain attention.Â
Cologne wafts at their nostrils, pulling their eyes in the direction of the classroomâs door frame.Â
 A scar. Jagging across full, deep pink lips told Ms. Honey everything she needed to know. The scent of him was sharp and spicyâan epitome of masculinity, heavy boots made for the ground to quake with every step he tookâeyes grey, but dark enough to appear almost black, like a raging storm in an unforgiving ocean beneath his equally onyx eyebrows and hair. His broad shoulders were camouflaged by a sable shirt, tight along his hard torso that almost pulled inwardsâthatâs just how built he was.
The two women went silent in their conversation, eyes widening at the presence that stood in the classroomâs doorwayâHe stood tall, so tall that both of the teachers had to look up from where they stood, their eyes scanning his body with clear intrigue. Tattoos, tattoos, tattoos. They cover his body like art, all the way up to where his neck ended and his jaw beganâbut the star of show was a skull seeping within the flesh of his throat on the left side, radiating an intimidation Ms. Honey never thought sheâd engage with. He dropped the motorbike helmet and leather jacket he held within a vein covered palm, furrowed brows searching for somethingâor someone within the room.
"Who's that?âÂ
Ms. Honey murmurs, ââŠI donât know.â
The moment his stormy eyes lock onto hers, itâs like lightning striking twiceâShe could feel the crackle of tension in the air as his gaze rakes her frame. A rose blooms against the side of her neck, the wine red ink contrasting with her honey brown freckles and caramel complexion. His vision drags lowerâtaking in the curve of her waist, hips that sway even when she stands still, legs barely hidden beneath the flowing burgundy fabric of her skirt. The deep ginger of her curls are snatched into a ponytail to show the pure beauty of her face, edges curled along her forehead, spiraling down to her lower back.
Giving a comforting touch to Mrs. Emâs arm, she then makes her way over towards the doorâa polite smile reaches her lips, âGood afternoon, umâI donât think you have the right classroom, what teacher are you looking for?â
The manâs eyes never wavered from her form. He noticed a nervous habit as she tugged on her ponytail, anxious as she waited for a response. Her scent then wafts his noseâCinnamon.
âNah.â
His voice had a rasp, a deep baritone that crawled through her entire spine.
âIâm in the right place. âYou Ms. Honey?âÂ
Her eyebrows raise up.Â
She replies, âUm, I am. I justâIâm sorry, I donât recognize you to be one of my students' parents,â she places her hands behind her back, his eyes dropping down to her physique, eyebrow twitching.
âIâm Megumiâs father, Toji Fushiguro.â
His words hit her like a ton of bricks. All that shit talking had gone out of the window, never expecting this to be the moment of their long awaited confrontation.Â
âOh,â she murmurs out loud, turning back into the classroomâs direction, âMrs. Emery, would you mind getting the kids started with dismissal?â
Her first grade colleague nods, âAlrightâletâs gather all our things and get ready to leave for the day!â
Ms. Honeyâs smile fades as she turns back in his directionâshe exhales, âSo, youâre Megumiâs father?â
âYeah,â he grunts, âThatâs what I just said.â
She blinks at that.Â
Reaching a hand out anyway, she smiles, âItâs finally nice to meet you! Youâre the person Iâve been wanting to speak to, actually.âÂ
A hand never comes out in return.Â
âYouâre the one with concerns âbout how Iâm raisinâ my kid.âÂ
Okay, so he wasnât the type to be passive aggressive. Just aggressive aggressive.Â
Ms. Honey places her tongue within her cheekâshe laughs awkwardly in response, âWell, I just more so wanted a conversation to happen between us. Youâre a very difficult man to get in contact with,â she attempts to joke, âWould you have time to talk?â
He crossed his arms over his chest, biceps bulging through the fabric of his shirtâToji glared down at her with those unreadable, steely eyes.Â
âIâm listeninâ.â
Her chin lifts slightly at the challenge in his tone. Sweet as honey she may be, that sunny disposition began to dissipate.Â
âWell, Megumiâs a brilliant childâbut he's struggling socially,â She keeps her voice low, âHe avoids group activities, has an issue making friends, and the only thing that keeps his interest is his school work and drawing.â
âYouâre upset âcause the kid ainât a social butterfly?âÂ
Her eyes squint at him.Â
She pensively disagrees, âNo. When I asked him who heâs drawing for, he said his father. He seems to be seeking your approval, Mr. Fushiguro. Itâs not my place to give tips on your parental guidance, but Iâd give the notion that if you were more of a figure in your childâs life, his participant skills would bloom just like a social butterfly.âÂ
A muscle ticks in his jaw.
âYouâ got kids?âÂ
The question makes an etch of emotion flicker across her face.
 It fades, her voice flat as she responds, âNo, sir. I donât.âÂ
âThen who the fuck are you to tell me âbout raisinâ mine?â
There it is. Her nostrils flare, irritation now rising at his response.Â
âWhat I am is somebody tellinâ you to watch your mouth around my students. Quickly,â her voice goes lower to repeat, âWhat I am is someone who knows with enough love and attention to your son, we wouldnât be having this conversation in the first place, Mr. Fushiguro.â
âYou think you know me?â His voice was equally low, dangerousâeach syllable dripping with warning, âYou donât know shit.âÂ
Ms. Honey doesnât flinchâher back straightens and she holds her ground, eyes blazing right back up at him despite the obvious difference in height and intimidation factor.
âI never said I knew you,â she counters, âBut I do know your sonâand he deserves to feel like he matters to somebody.â
âYou donât think he matters to me?âÂ
His voice carries, âWho do you think puts the clothes on his back, the food in his mouth, tucks him in bed at night? I donât need some gentle parentinâ bullshit âbout how to raise my own son. âKnow Iâm not one of those other parents youâre used toâIâm your worst goddamn nightmare.âÂ
She knocks her face back, raising an eyebrow. Was this motherfucker trying to scare her? Who in the goddamn hell was he talking to?
All of her professionalism went out the window.Â
She sneered, âCome find me in my sleep, then. Iâd appreciate the effort of at least faking as if youâre committed to having a child, rather than clockinâ in and out when you donât feel like being a father.â
âMaybe I ainât one of those fathers that bakes sugar cookies with my kid and reads him a bedtime story, Ms. Honey, but Iâm present. I donât need your fuckinâ advice.â
âThen double it and pass it to the next person, Mr. Fushiguro. I literally donât give a fuck!ââ
âMs. Honey, can I take this book home with me from your shelf?â
A sweet voice calls from below, the teacher's attention being pulled away by a pair of doe eyes. Green, round and curious as they lift The Hungry Caterpillar in her direction.Â
The mindless eyes of her student Rhylin brings her to reality. She takes a step back, pressing her fingers softly into the four year oldâs cheekââOf course, baby boy. Make sure to bring it back tomorrow, okay?â
Rhylin nods profusely, scurrying off into the flurry of other children with no awareness of the tension between the two adults.Â
Her warm voice, her gentle touch, her calmnessâhow easily his son could have been on the receiving end of such a gentle, motherly natured woman didnât go unnoticedâToji shoved his hands deep within his pockets, the veins along them protruding as large fingers curled tightly into the black material.
When she faced this man again, it also made her realize that sheâd made a fool of herself. She allowed him to rile her up in a way that sheâd never interacted with a parent.Â
Taking a deep breath, she leaves him with, âIâll go get Megumi.â
She makes her way over to the art stationâsquatting down, her fingers rake back the tousled hair sprawled along the five year oldâs cheeks, âHey, handsome. Look whoâs here for you.âÂ
Megumiâs head snaps up at her words, his dark blue eyes lighting up like tiny fireworks when they land on his father. In an instant, the shy little boy transformsâhis small legs carry him across the classroom in a flurry of excitement, nearly tripping over his own feet as he bounds toward Toji.
Similar to his son, Tojiâs entire demeanor shiftsâthe moment those tiny arms wrap around his leg, all that gruff hostility melts away. His large hands scoop Megumi up effortlessly, settling him against his chest with a tenderness that stuns Ms. Honey where she stands. The way he cradles the back of Megumiâs head with one palm while pressing a firm kiss to those messy black bangs, it doesn't match the man who was just snarling at her seconds ago.
His native tongue naturally flows through the scar of his full lips, voice deep, âDaijĆbudesuka? KyĆ wa dĆdeshita ka?âÂ
No response escapes Megumi at first, his round face buried into his fatherâs chest as his tiny arms tighten around the manâs broad neck. Toji doesnât seem the least bit bothered by the lack of words, stroking a callous palm down the back of his sonâs head. Pressing his tiny face into his fatherâs neck, he then murmurs back in Japaneseâquiet words that only his father could hear. The man hums in response, rubbing circles along the boyâs back with rough fingers that somehow handle him so carefully. Â
The contrast is jarring. Â
Ms. Honey can only stand there frozen, still squatted by the art station as a realization settles over herâShe mightâve been wrong.
âYou wanna take home your morning snacks, Meg?â
She tries to sound normal, but her embarrassment of the previous interaction has her awkwardly smoothing out her skirt as a distraction.
Megumi peeks at her from over Tojiâs shoulderâhis cheeks still pressed against his father's neck, but he nods shyly, âYes.âÂ
She manages a smile despite the tension in the air, moving to gather up his little paper bag of snacks. She somehow avoids her gaze along Toji when she drops the bag in his hand, taking a breath as she clasps her palms together, âI didnât hear the clean up song while Mrs. Emery instructed dismissal time!âÂ
The entire class began reciting the tune, collecting up their last bit of things into their backpacks. If only sheâd noticed the way a pair of eyes dropped down to her ass, watching the flesh jiggling with every step she took around the classroom.
âBye, Megumiââ
A shriek interrupts her sentence as he swiftly drops from his father, tightly wrapping his arms around her lower half.
Ms. Honey canât help her small giggle, hugging him back as she speaks softly, âIâll see you tomorrow, handsome. âPromise Iâm not gonna run away.â
Megumi squeezes her middle even tighter, tiny fingers bunching up the fabric of her skirt as he buries his face against her hip. For someone so quiet, he sure knew how to make his affection loudâthe sheer force of his hug nearly knocks the breath out of her.
She smooths a hand over his unruly black hair one last time before offering him that warm smile again, âI promise.âÂ
With a final shy wave from Megumi, small fingers grasp onto Toji's much larger hand. His father gives their intertwined hands a gentle swing as they begin walking awayâbut not before those dark stormy eyes flicker back towards hers.
The weight of their gaze feels like lightning crackling between themâheavy and charged with something neither can name yet. Toji doesn't say another word though; just holds her in that silent stare for one heartbeat longer before turning on his heel, guiding Megumi out into the hallway.
When she turns back towards her classroom, her brown eyes go wide as saucers as she locks in with Mrs. Emery, who stands there with a hand pressed over her mouth to stifle laughter.Â
âHow bad was that?â
Mrs. Em gives her an innocent shrug, hiding the slight grin on her lips with her hand.Â
âI definitely got my moneyâs worth.â
Yeah, it was bad.Â
Being left alone within the classroom gave her time to think as it was an hour after dismissal, wishing that conversation hadnât gone so left. Crashing out on a parent couldâve gotten her fired.Â
She simmered on this thought as she sat at her desk going through her students homework, the buzz of a FaceTime call tugging her eyes in the direction of her phone.
Ezra.Â
She sighs, connecting the call in preparation to hear the rambles of her best friend.Â
âYes, Ezra?â
Ezra groans dramatically as his face appears on her screen, brown skin and emerald green waves appearing through the camera. He draws out her first name, âAsael, Iâm boooooreeeed.âÂ
âDonât you have that car show to go to later?â Asael looks over the camera, âOr have a little sneaky link to link with?â
Ezra rolls his eyes, âThat last nigga was a lilâ hookup. Besides, you know I have a new booâCameron,â he dreamily sighs, âSpeaking of, thatâs actually what I called you for. The car show is tomorrow nightâand youâre coming with me.â
âSays who?â
Ezra glares at her through the screen, a scowl falling across his flawless features.
âSays me. I need you there for moral supportâwhat if all themâ country bama, Confederate flag loving niggas is out? Iâm only going âcause my Cameron wants to show off his car. Or maybe, all the fine niggas will be out! You could find a sexy biker to swipe your little celibacy card,â he teases, ignoring the glare she sends back through the camera.
âItâs abstinence, smart ass.â
âA year of no dick is insane either way. You have a strong sense of mind and body,â Ezra hums.
âAnyways, Iâm good. Not in the mood to watch a bunch of guys do donuts on the street for hours.âÂ
Ezra pouts, his plump lips turning into a frown as he whines.
âCome on, itâs not gonnaâ be just guys doing donuts. Thereâs going to be live music, foodâhot guys, oh, and hot guys again! You know the fine niggas be on Bourbon Street.âÂ
Asael thinks it over, tilting her head to the side.Â
âHot guys, food, and hot guys with their cool cars? âGuess that doesnât sound too bad.â
She finalizes, âIâll come. I need a drink after the shitty day Iâve had.â
This piques Ezraâs interest.
âDo tell. Who pissed you off?â
âItâs notââÂ
She sighs, âDo you remember my student, Megumi?â
âThe adorable little quiet one that draws all those Spiderman pictures? Of course I doâWait,â Ezra gasps, pressing closer to the screen dramatically, âDid he get into a fight with another kid? Throw crayons at someone? Bite âem?!âÂ
âWorse, I finally met his father. Ghostface ripped my ass to shreds. âTold me it wasnât my business how he raised his son, that I needed to mind my own, and that I didnât know what the fuck I was talking about.âÂ
Ezraâs brows shoot up so high they almost disappear into his hair.Â
âBitch, youâre lying.â
âDid I mention the bastard is the hottest fucker youâve ever seen?â She adds on, seeing Ezraâs jaw drop down to the core of the earth.Â
Asael nods at his reaction, âThe nigga could put a nun out of commission.â
âAnd he ate you up that bad?â
ââChewed me up and spit me out. I was ready to swing on his ass, but Iâm starting to feel like that entire argument wasnât my business to begin with. He seemedâcomforted in Megumiâs presence.âÂ
Asael then sighs, âBut you know how I feel about his son, Ezra. Iâm just afraid that the lack of attention will cause him to change.â
Ezra hums in thought, propping his chin on his palm.
âSo let me get this straightâfine as hell, bad attitude, but then is all gentle with his kid?â he tilts his head, ââSounds like someone caught feelings after realizing heâs a good man.âÂ
Asael scowls at him, âWhat? No. I justââ
âAht,â Ezra cuts off , wagging a finger, âWhen men show softness like that? Thatâs how you know they got layers.â
âWhatever,â she huffs, âAll I said was the nigga wasnât wrong about me stepping out of line, Iâm not trynaâ give him a bouquet of flowers. Now he hates me.âÂ
"Donât say that. You were just worried âbout baby boy, and that man knew it deep down."
Asael tugs at her pony tail once moreâshe parts a sigh from her lips once more, âI feel bad. I want to apologizeâeven if he was a dick.â
She leans back into her chair, rubbing a hand over her face as she groans, half covering her mouth as she quietly admits, âHe had a fuckinâ neck tat, Ezra! I wanted to lick him.â
Ezra snickers, ââCanât believe you didnât snap a picture with your eyes and mind transfer it to me,â he smacks his lips, âBut seriously. If he comes to pick him up tomorrow, just take off your prideful panties and apologize! Thatâs all.â
âYou think heâll accept it?â
âYouâre not apologizing for him to accept it.â
Asael grumbles, âRight. Youâre annoying.â
âAnd also morally correct.âÂ
She softly laughs, rolling her eyes as she finalizes, âI gotta finish these papersâmeet me at my place by the time Iâm off work tomorrow?â
âNoted. One more thing?â
âYeah?â
âIf you donât want him, can I have Ghostface? I promise immaâ answer the phone.â
âEzra, get the fuck off my phone.â
âMuah! Bye!â
When the next day comes, Asael becomes antsy; glad for it to be Friday, but not glad that she admittedly had some apologizing to do. She hoped that sheâd receive an apology in return, but she wasnât holding her breath on that oneâespecially when the person who picked up Megumi was the nanny and not Toji.
âAre you almost ready? Cameron said weâre gonna be late!â
Asael stands in front of her full length mirror, still lost in thought. Her burnt orange curls cascade wildly down her back and shoulders, framing that flawless caramel face with delicate freckles dusted across it. She smooths her hands down the black baby tee that hugs her chestâthe outline of her nipples visible beneath the fabric, matching mini skirt barely covering the poke of her ass, riding high on thick thighs that taper down into toned calves.Â
The early 2000s vixen heels add an extra three inches to her already blessed heightâbut not even their fluffy fur trim could distract from the way she chews at her bottom lip.
âYeah,â she murmurs, âIâm ready.â
The Bourbon Street Car Show had the usual energy of nightlife, a melting pot of people filling up the area as they admired all the custom vehicles. The air was thick with the smell of southern food, the sound of music and chatter, and the occasional squealing of tires. It was the perfect Friday night.Â
But Ezra was right about one thing. This would be a good nightâsheâd forced to be even if it killed her.Â
âDaddy!âÂ
Ezra squeals as a tall, broad figure comes up behind him, wrapping thick arms around his waist from behind. The stranger spins him playfully before setting Ezra back down with a chuckle.Â
Cameron was dark-skinned and devastatingly handsome, sporting deep brown waves that glisten under the neon lightsâstrong jawline dusted with neatly trimmed stubble, lips curled into an easy smirk as he looked down at Ezra like he hung the stars.
"Damn," Cameron rumbles, pressing a kiss to Ezraâs temple while eyeing Asael appreciatively, "âThis your girl?"Â
"Yep!" Ezra beams proudly, âThis is Asael. Asael, this is Cameronâdonât let that pretty face fool you though, this nigga built like one of them Titans underneath all this!" He tugs teasingly at Cameronâs loose brown sweatshirt, hiding his massive shoulders.
Cameron grins sheepishly as he reaches out for her handâhis grip warm and calloused, âHeâs trynaâ make me blush. But itâs nice t'meet you, Asael.â
Asael takes his hand with a warm smile, âNice to meet you too. Ezra wonât shut up about you, so I feel like I already know half your life story.â Â
Cameron chuckles as Ezra dramatically slaps her armâonly for Cameron to reel him back in by the waist. The little moment between them makes Asael smile, happy her best friend had found someone who adored him this much. Â
âI hear Ezra had to drag you here. Not a big fan of car shows, huh?âÂ
âCorrect. âThe thought of motorbikes and extremely loud cars is annoying, but theyâre cool to look at. Iâm just here for the rideâNo pun intended.â
Cam grins, âBy all means, you can always just chill by my car. Itâs the â79 Dodge Charger.âÂ
The vehicle sits low and menacingâjet black with red pinstriping that gleams under the streetlights. The chrome detailing makes it glint like a blade, its thick tires hugging the pavement as if built to tear through asphalt. The whole thing exudes raw power, an unspoken promise of speed lurking beneath its glossy hood.Â
Ezra bounces excitedly on his toes before dragging her towards itâAsael raises her brows, âThis is amazing, Cam. How much did you spend on all the work?â
Cameron flashes a proud smile, running his fingers across the glossy black hood as if caressing the very heart that beats beneath.
âIt was fashoâ a splurge, but worth every penny. She purrs like a kitten when she's revved up."
Ezra leans onto the vehicle, âIt purrs better than me?âÂ
His boyfriend smirks, pulling Ezra flush against him with a possessive grip on his waistâhe murmurs, âNothinâ sounds better than you.â
Asael barely catches the way Ezra mewls before Cameronâs lips are on his, swallowing whatever flustered comeback he was about to throw out. Â
She rolls her eyes fondly, third wheeling as if it were a profession.
âIâm gonnaâ go find a drink.âÂ
Slipping away unnoticed, she weaves through the crowd towards the nearest drink stand. The scent of fried food and spiced rum hangs heavy in the air as she orders herself something strong enough to erase the past couple of days.Â
Two tequila shots and a margarita later? She starts to feel alive again. Music thumps from nearby speakers, bass rattling her ribs pleasantly as people dance between parked cars glowing under neon lights. Â
Asael strides down the street, hips swaying with an almost feline-like grace as she struts between the rows of gleaming cars, men pausing to look her way. A few of them even try to catch her attention with low wolf-whistles, only to be met with a roll from her eyes. Women carry a mixture of envy and suspicion, pulling their partners close with each step she takes.Â
She slows down her stride as she saunters past a slick red Porsche with a glossy hoodâa brown skinned man leans into the engine, grease staining his strong, tattooed forearms as he works.
Maybe she was feeling a little overzealous.
Asael leans against the hood of a nearby car, stirring her drink idly as she watches the stranger adjust something beneath his Porscheâs open hood. The muscles in his back ripple through his thin white tank topâthe sight enough to make her sip just a bit slower.Â
âSo,â he drawls, âYou gonâ tell me why you starinâ, or I gotta guess?â
She takes another sip from her straw. Her curls sway as she tilts her head, âJust admiring your car.â
âYeah, aight.âÂ
His lips twitch upward slightly as he reaches for an open beer beside him, taking a swiping gulp before meeting her gaze againâsmirk still intact.
"âMy rideâ too nice for you to look away, or you really lookinâ at me?âÂ
"âCould be both.â
"Mmm,â He licks beer foam off his bottom lip lazily, eyeing her over once more.Â
âMaybe I need a lilâ passenger princess.â
âMaybe you do.â
The sound of rowdy voices and engine roars has her attention pulled briefly in a different direction of the night, where a group of people have seemed to gather around one particularly loud and obnoxious street bike.Â
It wasn't hard to missâno, he wasnât hard to miss.
Standing tall amongst his entourage of groupies and admirers alike, his skull neck tattoo gleams beneath the neon glow. Itâs as if the hairs on her body stand up; Asael instantly recognizes that aura from a mile away.
It was him.Â
The lights reflecting off chrome and polished paint do nothing to hide that familiar stanceâshoulders wide, spine straight like he was carved from stone. The flicker of his lighter catches her eye first, illuminating the sharp angle of his jaw as he brings a cigarette between those scarred lips. He takes a slow drag before exhaling smoke into the thick airâhis deep-set eyes scanning lazily over the crowd like some bored king observing peasants at his feet.
Then she sees itâthe quick exchange between him and another man; money slipping into pockets with practiced ease before something small gets tucked away discreetly through their clasped palms.Â
Asaelâs stomach twists. Once again, she couldâve minded her business. Should have. But she could blame this instance on the alcoholâher heels click sharply against pavement as she marches straight in that direction without hesitation, ready to blow up this entire car meet.Â
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â
It was her.Â
His gaze drifts from her face to the outfit that accentuates the natural curve of her figure, a mused twitch tugging at his scarred lips. His shoulders are more relaxed, voice calm and collected to her surprise.
"Eveninâ, pretty girl.â
She bristles at the pet name; dark eyes narrowing slightly, a scowl marring the features of that pretty face. He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke away from her direction before flicking the butt to the ground.
âYou look good as fuck,â he rasps, âWho you showinâ out for?â
That statement makes her mind go blank. She realizes once again that sheâs outside of her job atmosphere, pulling at the mini mini skirt. The last person she expected to see was one of her students' parents, especially the one sheâd just previously had beef with. To make matters worse? He was looking at her in a way she hadnât felt before. She wanted to punch him. Or make out with himâno, she wanted to punch him.Â
âAre you serious, Toji?â
âSay that shit again. My name.âÂ
Asael blinks.Â
âBastard. What the hell are you doing here? What the fuck are you even doing?â
He actually does smirkâand itâs sexyâlike her anger entertains him. Â
"Answer my shit first," Toji rumbles.
 His voice drops lower, rough like gravel under tires as he murmurs, âWho got you lookinâ like that tonight?â
âMe. WaitâNo, thatâs not what weâre talking about! Answer my question!â
âIâm just showinâ off my bike like everybody else.âÂ
âAnd the handoff I just saw? That part of the show too?â Â
A muscle twitches in his jawâhis casual amusement dims slightly, forcing her to crane her neck even more to hold his gaze.
Thatâs when the corner of his scarred mouth ticks upâToji exhales sharply through his nose, grinning like a wolf as he tilts his head down at her.Â
âDonatinâ to charity.â
The irritation runs so deep, her own native language spoutsââDonating to charity. You tryna be funny, nigga? Ou soti isit la ap fĂš kaka estipid lĂš ou ta dwe enkyete sou pitit ou aââÂ
She halts, taking a deep breath. Another breath to calm herself, she then asks, âWhereâs your child, Toji?â
Toji raises an eyebrow at her sudden change in language, seeing how riled up he could easily have her. But overhearing her question brings him a sense of reality.
âYou think Iâd have my son around this kinda environment? Donât fuckinâ play with me.â
The sneer in his voice has her cross her arms, needing more information than that.
 He then confirms, âIâm not a dumbass, woman. Heâs with the nannyâher kid comes over durinâ the weekends to hang with Megumi. âGot some other shit you wanna scream âbout?â
âYou act like Iâm screaming for no reason. Actually, I can give you five more things I wanna scream about!ââ
âI got your beer, Fushiguro.âÂ
Before Asael can finish her sentence, a blonde in a crop top and ripped jeans appearsâher freshly manicured fingers curl around the neck of an ice-cold beer as she hands it to Toji with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Â
Her eyes flick towards Asaelâpale blue irises narrowing ever so slightly before she looks back at Toji, âWhoâs this?âÂ
He cracks the beer open with his teeth.Â
âMegumiâs teacher, Ms. Honey. âAinât nowhere near sweet, though.âÂ
âFunny,â she sarcastically drawls, âItâs just Asael.âÂ
The blonde giggles at Asaelâs toneâhigh pitched and gratingâbefore looking her up and down again.Â
"I wouldn't have guessed,â she leans closer to Toji's side like she's trying to stake some kind of claim, âTeachers don't usually dress like that.âÂ
Was that shade?Â
Yup, had to be. Asael feels every muscle in her body tighten at once.Â
âSorry I wasnât able to please you,â she dryly counters, âWould a cardigan satisfy?â
The girl rolls her eyes, flicking a blonde curl from her face before wrapping a slender arm around Toji's bicep. He doesn't make an attempt to pull away, and she seems to take it as some sort of winâher fingers toying with the sleeve of his shirt with a smirk. Â
âNo. But maybe a whole outfit that doesnât beg for attention.â
The girl's insults are corny, not enough to actually entertain. Asael dismissively turns Tojiâher tone a bit more serious as she exhales, âWe need to talk.âÂ
âNow?â
âDo you think I give a fuck about your play time with Barbie?â she narrows her eyes, âI donât. Yes, now.â
The blonde snaps like a live wire, stepping forward with a scoff.
âExcuse me? Who are you calling Barbie?âÂ
Asael blinks slowly at herâcompletely unfazed as she deadpans, âWould you rather play-thing?âÂ
âIâm not a play-thing, bitch.â
Asael raises a brow, âWho are you calling a bitch, bitch?âÂ
She steps forward, allowing the alcohol within her system to take control of her patience. She wasnât exactly thinking, either.Â
The blonde scoffs, âWhatâs your problem?âÂ
âNow you wanna ask what my problem is? You just called me out my name, now Iâm on whatever typeâ of time you on!â
Toji wasnât the type of man to get into women's business. But this particular interaction has him irritatedly standing to prevent an escalationâhis large frame steps between them in one fluid motion, a palm landing on Asaelâs waist to firmly nudge her back before she could get any closer. His grip is ironclad, making sure she stays put despite the fire in her eyes.
"Chill,â he murmurs lowly.Â
The blonde huffs behind him, crossing her arms with a glare aimed at Asael.Â
âNo oneâs worried about her,â the girl sneers, "She's just acting like a typical New Orleans hoodrat.âÂ
âHoodrat?âÂ
Asael lunges forwardâshe doesnât even get a chance to swing before Toji locks an arm around her waist, hauling her back against his chest. The sudden press of his hard body against hers nearly knocks the wind out of her, but sheâs too busy spitting fire to care.Â
"Say that shit again!" Asael snarls, âI dare you!âÂ
The blonde actually flinches this timeâtaking a full step back under the weight of Asael's fury. Toji tightens his grip around her waist like steel bandsâhis chin brushing against the top of her head as he mutters low into her ear.
âKnock it the fuck off.âÂ
His breath is warm on the shell of her ear; it sends an involuntary shiver down her spine despite how pissed she wasâbut it doesn't stop Asael from twisting in hold just enough to glare up at him.Â
"Let me go, Fushiguro.âÂ
"âCan't do that."
She jerks in his hold, âYou like bitches who throw slurs?! âFuck off me, bro. Iâm not playing.â
He doesn't even blink at her struggling form, his scarred mouth twitching at that accusation.Â
"Calm your ass down. Iâm not worried âbout nothinâ else but you right now.âÂ
Asael frowns below his glare, âDonât tell me to calm down! Tell yoâ hoes to watch theyâ fuckinâ mouth! Talking âbout some hoodratâyou donât even know me!âÂ
She attempts to lunge once more, the girl flinching back again. Toji grips Asael even harder, now pissed off rather than being irritated.Â
"You ainât listeninâ. You're not gettinâ into a fight over this.â
He then turns towards the girl as he simply commands, âGo.â
âWhat?â She frowns, âGo?âÂ
âYou heard me. Fuck off.âÂ
The girl looks dumbstruck, her pale face turning a scarlet red at his harsh tone. She looks ready to argue, but a subtle stare shuts her up. With a huff, she murmurs, âWhatever,â her blonde locks flying all over the place as she weaves through the crowd.Â
The moment she leaves, Asael still feels herself still shakingâ she rips herself away from Toji as she sneers, âI didnât need your goddamn help.âÂ
He instantly tugs her back, âYeah? Then why was your little ass about to start a fight in the damn parking lot?"Â
âYou think I was gonna let some white girl call me a hoodrat? Have you lost your mind? Like Iâm just actinâ out for no reasonââ she yanks herself back, a game of tug-o-war at this point.
Toji was now fully pissed off.
His voice was low, âGet in the car.âÂ
She looks over to the nearest car being a Dodge Durango Hellcatâthe engine hums, wrapped a shiny black with blood red headlights shining across and below the vehicle.
âWhat? Iâm not getting in your fucking car.â
âWoman. Get in the goddamn car.â
Asael doesnât budge an inchâshe stands there, shoulders squared, chin tilted up at him in open defiance. The glow from the streetlights reflects off her burning glare, lips sneered as she holds her ground. Â
Toji spares her for a couple more seconds. He rolls his neck with a quiet crack, exhaling sharply through his nose. A humorless chuckle escapes himâBefore Asael can react, his calloused fingers curl around the back of her neckânot tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to make resistance futile, yanking her towards the car in one smooth motion. She squeaks at the sheer force behind it, having no time to scramble for balance as heâs manhandling her into the passenger seat with ease.Â
The leather creaks beneath Asael as she straightens up sharply, âThe fuck is wrong with you!ââÂ
Toji braces one massive forearm on the roof of the car, leaning in so close his breath fans across her lipsâhis voice is nothing but a rough growl, dark eyes flashing with something dangerous. Â
"Iâm seconds away from handlinâ your ass in this backseat. Put your damn legs inside.âÂ
The command leaves no room for argumentâhis patience hangs by a thread as she glares up at him through thick lashes. However, another chill runs through her spine. For once, Asael actually listens, tucking her legs into the car without another word. The second they clear the doorframe, he slams it shut with enough force to make the entire frame rattleâshe jolts at the vibration.Â
His shadow looms through tinted windows for another moment before stalking around toward the driverâs sideâhe falls into the seat, reclining back with a sighâhis body relaxed as he reaches into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes.Â
With a practiced ease, he plucks one to his lips before searching for a lighter, finding it tucked into the center console. He flicks the flame to life and brings it to the tip of the cigarette, inhaling deeply as he exhales through the window. Grey smoke curls out into the humid air, the smell of nicotine clinging to the interior. Â
He takes his time as he glances at Asael, dark eyes scanning over her tense form.
âYouâ good now?â
âIâm fine.â
"Like hell. You nearly got into a fight over some dumbass words,â he mutters, exhaling smoke from his nostrils.
She turns her head.Â
 âDo I need to repeat why I was initially upset? I donât give a fuck about that hoe. Iâm mad about what she said.âÂ
He flicks ash out the window, unfazed. Â
âAnd you thought scrappinâ was gonnaâ solve it? âFuck you think that wouldâve done?â Â
She bristles at that, looking away from him to stubbornly stare down at her heelsâher body is still rigid as she murmurs, âItâs just the principle of it all.â
Toji lowers his brows.
He then says, âYou gottaâ let stupid shit roll off the tongue, baby.âÂ
She glares at him, but she stays quiet.Â
He exhales another stream of smoke, leaning back in the seat as he watches her from the corner of his eye, âDonât give strangers the time of day. It ainât ever that deep.âÂ
He flicks his cig out the window as he continues, âYou give them that kind of attention, shits gonnaâ keep goinâ. Youâll be wastinâ all your energy on people who don't matter, âstead of focusing on the ones who do.â Â
âSo whatâ Iâm just supposed to let people say whatever they want to me? Just like you donât need my advice, I donât need yours. Fuck off.â
âYou always gettinâ this pissed off?â
âNo. Probably that damn Tequila I drank. I donât know,â she murmurs, the alcohol within her system feeling like two cups of coffee. Her knee immensely shakes as she feels more and more frustrated.
He watches her leg bounce up and down, feeling the entire seat vibrate with her. With an annoyed click of his tongue, Toji reaches outâhis large hand grips the flesh of her thigh firmly, holding it still with ease.Â
âQuit doinâ that. Youâre âbout to shake the goddamn car apart.â
The size difference is stark; his hand could circle her entire legâAsael tenses at the contact, immediately stopping. Â
To her horror, he starts to rub his thumb over her skin. Soft circles over and over, almost comfortingâalmost hypnotic.
Toji glances back at the crowd outside, leaving Asael fighting off several thoughts all at once. She could blame her flushed cheeks on the alcohol, too.Â
God, why was this touch rushing all the way to her clit?Â
She gives it a couple more seconds.Â
Asael then mutters, âMy bad.â
"That's all I get?â
âIâm not apologizing for nearly giving that bitch a hands on tonsil removal. But I didnât mean to make a scene,â she mutters, making that her version of an apology, âBut donât sit here and act like if some dickhead came up to you talkinâ shit, you wouldnât have had his heart placed within his prostate. Donât even lie.â
Toji actually chuckles at thatâit was deep and raspy, tightening his grip on her thigh.Â
âNah. I canât lie to you,â He admits, âDifference is, people donât run their fuckinâ mouths âround me unless theyâre lookinâ for a problem.âÂ
âSo people are scared of you,â she concludes, âDonât you think thatâs a little hypocritical?âÂ
His thumb stops rubbingâhe exhales sharply through his nose, pinning her with a heavy look. Â
"Fear ainât the same as respect. I donât want folks shakinâ when I walk pastâjust means they know better than to try me,â his voice drops lower, âBut you? You ain't scared of nothinâ."Â
Oh, how wrong he was. Asael didn't know it, but her heart was beating at a thousand miles a minuteâhis every touch had a way of setting her nerves on fire, the rough callouses of his hands creating a delicious friction against her heated skin. His palm practically dwarfs her in sizeâShe swallows, shifting in her seat as she murmurs, "Maybe I just don't always have a sense of self-preservation."
âMm.â
His thumb drags down a bit, coming within her inner thigh. Asael watches. She can feel her nipples tearing through the fabric of her shirt, hornier than sheâd ever been in a while. She imagines herself stroking her tongue against his, tugging his fingers further into herâ
âYou said you wanted to talk?âÂ
She hears his voice, but she canât look at him.Â
She tries to remember the question.Â
âI did,â she swallowed, âAbout what happened on Thursday.â
Toji hums, deep and slowâhis fingers graze higher up her inner thigh, dangerously close to the damp heat of her now soaked panties. Â
The thought of spreading them wider torments herâbegging him silently to drag those fingers across where she aches most.Â
"Thursday, huh?â
And then it happensâhis thumb hooks under the lace now, just barely dipping beneath it to skim over the coated flesh of her folds.
Hell, maybe she was scared of something.
Itâs as if that one moment sobered her upâshe jumps out of the seat as she bleats, âWe can talk another time!â, slamming the door as she flurries through the crowd of people to find that Dodge Charger.Â
When she does, she finds Ezra seated atop of Cameronâs vehicle, wrapped up under his lap as they cuddle like no oneâs watching. He catches sight of a flustered Asael, eyebrow raised instantly in worry.
âWhat the hell happened to you?!â
âSummaryâsaw Toji, almost punched him in his faceâalmost got into a fight with some hoe callinâ me a hoodrat, almost got my coochie touched by Toji!âÂ
Ezra stares with wide eyes, Cameron burying his face within his boyfriend's shoulder to mask his laugh.Â
âOh, friend.â
She couldâve cried on the spot.
Asael was unsuccessful in all of the promises to herselfâtalking to Toji about Megumi, or even getting that hot guy's number. All she wanted to do was ball up in a corner and disappear at this point. But instead, she sat atop of Cameronâs car, watching as people swerved around the street with their own vehicles.Â
An hour had passed as it was now time for the annual motorbike show, large custom bikes revving loudly as they began flying past parked automobiles. Asaelâs burnt orange curls fly back at the haste of windâBut of course, one roars louder than the others.Â
The thunder of an engine cuts through the cacophonyâa sleek, black motorcycle rolls up with an effortless glide, its chrome accents catching the lights like a blade. The rider towers over most of the bikes around him, muscular frame encased in that tight fitting black tee that strains against his shoulders, tattoos snaking down his thick arms.
She watches as the helmet tugs to release his onyx tressesâscarred lip twitching as he grunts, âGet on.âÂ
âIâm not getting on that.â
Ezraâs eyes couldâve popped out of his head.
 âThis is Toji?âÂ
âEzra.â
A boot sinks into the gravel of the concreteâToji winks in Ezraâs direction, âYour friendâs been avoidinâ me.â
The wink makes Ezraâs jaw dropâhe grins, âShame on you. Asael. Youâve been holding out on me.âÂ
"I haven't been doing anything!"
Ezra gasps dramatically, clutching invisible pearls as he turns to Toji with exaggerated sympathy in his eyesâlike they were suddenly co-conspirators.
"Poor guy," he teases shamelessly, "My friend here can be such a handful."Â
âReally? Iâm standing right here!â
Toji chuckles deeply at their anticsâhe brings his attention back towards her, âI ainât askinâ. Get on.â
Asael doesnât budgeâstanding there with her arms crossed, her refusal couldnât be clearer. Â
âYou need me to come get you?â
Asael sneers, âYou wouldnâtââ
He swings his leg off the bike in one fluid motion, boots hitting the pavement with a heavy thud. The second he takes another step forwardâAsael squeaks, scrambling towards the motorcycle before he can reach her.Â
Ezra and Cam cackle in the background as she awkwardly tries to climb onto the seat, nearly flashing half of the South when her skirt rides atop of her ass, showing off the black thong she wearsâToji reaches over without hesitation, yanking the material over the tremble of her ass.
"Damn near givinâ motherfuckerâs their moneyâs worth,â he grunts.Â
She shoots him an incredulous look over his shoulderâpointing at herself, âMe? Whatâ I do?âÂ
When he doesnât respond, a small pout comes to her face. Her eyes narrow as she questions, âDo I need a helmet? Itâs gonna ruin my hair.â
Toji just looks at herâdeadpan, expression flat as he swings a leg back over the bike, âThen pray we donât crash and your head explodes.âÂ
Asaelâs eyes go wide, âWhat? Toji!âÂ
"You gon' trust me or not?âÂ
âYouâre scaring me!â she whines, hiding her face within his back, âWhat am I gonna tell my students when I die?â
The way she hides into his back is sweet; he can practically feel the heat radiating off of her skin through his shirt. Her face burrows deeper in between his shoulder blades, hands gripping the front of his shirt as she clings on for dear life.
âPlease donât kill me.â
"Weâd both die if you wanna be technical.â
Asael closes her eyes at the thought, whimpering into his back.Â
Toji feels the way she trembles against himânot the playful, flustered kind from earlier. This is real fearâher fingers digging into his shirt like sheâs preparing for impact. His smirk falters, brow furrowing as he reaches down with one hand, covering both of hers where they grip him tightly.
"Hey.âÂ
His voice drops lowâgruff but unexpectedly gentle. Â
"Ain't nobody dyinâ tonight,â he murmurs over his shoulder, giving her hands a firm squeeze before letting go to adjust something on the handlebars, âRelax, baby. Youâre good.â
âYou promise?â
âDamned if Iâm not.â
A voice calls, âCâmon, Fushiguro! I ainât put five bands on this race for muhfuckaâs to play around!â
Asael peeks up from his back, eyes blown wide at the line of bikes waiting for the green light. The noise is almost deafening, dozens of engines revving to life along with themâher heart hammers against her sternum.
When she loosened her death grip, that was all he needed.Â
With a final rev of the engine that vibrates through both of them, Toji kicks offâthe bike lurches forward with enough force to make Asael screech, arms locking around his waist like steel bands as they shoot into the neon-lit night.
Tojiâs voice is heard over the noise, "You good back there?âÂ
She shakes her head. Her eyes are still tightly closed as she squeals, feeling as the bike increases in speed. It swerves through the streets, snapping past other bikes, gas within her nostrils as engines plummet and roar within her ears.
One eye cracks openâjust a sliverâand the sight steals her breath all over again. Lights blur past them, the wind whipping her curls wild as they carve through traffic like a blade. Toji leans into each turn with effortless control, his body moving with the machine beneath them as other bikes struggle to keep up behind. Â
Itâs soft, but noticeable. A giggle bubbles up in her chest when she feels that familiar lurch of weightlessnessâthe same feeling sheâd get at the peak of a rollercoaster dropâher stomach flipping as they zip down the street. Yam by Yeat plays through the speakers, a curse yelling out from a couple bikers beside them as they flurry past like lightning.
Toji feels her arms relax slightly, her body responding to the movement of every turn. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips when he actually hears her giggles.Â
"You gettinâ used to it?âÂ
She nods her head, softly replying within his ear, âIâm okay.âÂ
Tojiâs smirk turns wickedâhe reaches the front of the pack as the street opens upâthe moment he gives the throttle a twist, the front tire suddenly lifts off the pavement with a sharp jerk, balancing on just the back wheel as they continue speeding down the street. Â
Asael squeals, arms tightening around him againâbut this time, thereâs laughter mixed in with her panic. Â
Other bikers holler from beside them, their own front tires lifting into the air in responseâwomen clinging onto their men with equal parts terror and exhilaration echoing through their voices. The entire pack of bikes becomes a moving spectacle of chrome and noise under flickering streetlights.
âStill scared?âÂ
She doesn't give him an immediate answer, her voice swallowed by the rush of wind. When he feels her head shake against his back, Tojiâs smirk spreads into a complete smile.
He can't shake the way her laughter vibrates against himâhow her arms cling, the warmth of her pressed along his back, firm and soft all at once. The racing adrenaline shifts into something else entirely, something thick and heady curling low in his gut. Animalistic, almost.Â
The finish line is a blur of flashing lights and cheering people. Tires screech as they reach the end with a final snake, skidding around the corner before Toji hits the brakesâThe moment they cross it first, he throws his head back with a deep howl, one hand letting go of the handlebars just long enough to grip Asaelâs thigh possessively.
"Thatâs five grand on me, bitch!âÂ
Cheers erupt around them as bikes screech to a stop behind them in varying placementsâriders cursing or laughing while their passengers catch their breath.
Asael peeks up from where she was plastered against him earlier, cheeks flushed pink from windburn and exhilaration alike. Her ginger curls messily fly around her caramel skin, freckles bright under the moonlight.Â
She pants, âI look okay?â
She looked more than okay. Toji can't help the way his gaze lingers over her flushed skin, her lips, the freckles across her nose, the messy curls sticking to her neck. Her face is glowingâshe looked good all dolled up, but she looked just as good like this, too.Â
He takes in a slow, measured breathâthen grins, flashing his signature set of straight teeth, âNever better, baby. Damn good, actually.â
Her body still shakes, an excited jitter as her round eyes return to a slenderâthey graze his entire body as she lifts her arms, âYou gonnaâ help me off?â
"NahââÂ
Tojiâs palms grip under the backs of her still-shaking thighs, hauling her off the bike in one effortless motionâOne arm hooks under her ass, hoisting her up higherâa squeak of surprise leaving her as she grabs onto his shoulders on instinct. Asael giggles, wrapping both legs around his hips instinctively, arms looping over his broad shoulders as they nearly collide face-to-face.
Their eyes lockâsomething hungry flashes in Tojiâs arrogant grin, lingering on the plush curve of her mouth before dragging back up.Â
 "Still shakinâ, huh?âÂ
Asael barely has time to respondâEzra bounds overâslapping a hand on Tojiâs shoulder with an exaggerated gasp. Â
âDamn. You really know how to show a girl a good time,â he teases, eyeing their position with raised brows before turning to Asael excitedly, âBitch! I had no idea you were into freaky shit like this. Did you have fun?âÂ
Asael giggles againâthe sound coming out more breathless, shaky and awkward. Not to mention, Tojiâs dark eyes hold something feral, something that makes her stomach swoop.Â
She squirms until he reluctantly lets goâher feet hit the pavement with a soft scuff, his fingers trailing down the back of her legs just a little too slowly before he finally pulls away.
"I had fun," she admits, âIt was cool, âcanât even lie.âÂ
Ezra waggles his eyebrows suggestivelyâbut thankfully doesnât press further, Cam coming up behind him with car keys jingling in hand. Â
âBabeâwe gotta roll,â Cam murmurs lazily, ââA nigga ready to hit the bed.âÂ
Ezra pouts but relents, âYou ready to go?âÂ
Asael exhales, smoothing her wrinkled skirtâshe smiles up at Ezra before shaking her head, âI still gotta talk to him about something. You go ahead.â Â
âOh? Talk about what?âÂ
âEz,â Cam deadpans, wrapping a heavy arm around Ezraâs waist from behindâhe gives a respectful nod at Toji, "Let them be.âÂ
Ezra huffs, dramatically draping himself over Cam as he glares, âFine. But I better get a text when you get home,â he says pointedly at Asael, shifting that same look onto Tojiâhis tone drops into actual seriousness for once, âAnd you? Keep her safe or I'll hunt your ass down myself.âÂ
Toji doesn't even flinchâjust gives him a lazy smirk in response as he pulls another cigarette out from seemingly nowhere, âAin't nowhere safer than when she's with me.â
âGo be with your pretty little boyfriend, hm?â Asael pinches Ezraâs cheeks, âYou love me?â
âOf course I do! And he ain't little.âÂ
"Câmon. You can show me off another nightâlet the adults talk,â Cam chuckles, âBe safe, aight?âÂ
"I hate you," Ezra whines, sticking his tongue out before letting Cam tug on his arm towards the car, "Bye, babe. Stay safe, please."
"Love you too, drama queen."Â
She watches as they disappear into the crowdâonly then does she turn back to Toji, suddenly hyper aware of how alone they are now in the midst of all this chaos. Â
âWe really need to talk about Megumi.â Â
Toji exhales smoke through his noseâconsidering her for a long moment before stubbing the cigarette out under his boot. He nods towards the bike without another word, holding a hand out for her. Â
âI know. Câmon, I wanna show you somethinâ anyway.â
She raises a brow, âI have pepper spray, gorilla.âÂ
That earns her a raspy chuckleâhis calloused fingers twitch in silent demand until she finally takes it, âWouldnât expect nothinâ less from you."Â Â Â
This ride on his bike was particularly more calmâthe engine growls beneath them as they weave back through crowded streetsâthis time slower, steadier with no races to win. Soon enough, Toji pulls up to what looks like an old mechanic's garageâa rusty sign barely hanging on by its hinges above a chipped red door.Â
Asael frowned.Â
âIâm serious, Fushiguro. I do have pepper sprayâwhere are you taking me?âÂ
He chuckles, tossing one long leg over the side and grabbing her waistâeffortlessly lifting her off the bike once more, âKeep tellinâ you to trust me, woman.â
Toji punches in a codeâthe garage door rattles as it lifts, revealing what definitely isnât a mechanicâs shop. Â
Inside is more like an artist's loft. One half of the space is a sprawling studio with canvases stacked against walls, jars of brushes on tables, sketches pinned haphazardly over every available surface.Â
The other side? A lived-in bedroomâlow-lit with a projector casting black-and-white movie scenes against the far wall. Â
But nothing made Asael go more stiff when she continued walking forwardâa wall, every single drawing Megumi had ever brought home from her class. Even Thursday's artwork is thereâcarefully preserved among all the others.
She takes one trembling step forward, fingertips ghosting over them. Drawings of Megumi and his father, drawings of his Ms. Honey.
Toji leans along the wall beneath the vent to smoke the rest of his cigarette, his expression unreadable under dim lightingâyet, his shoulders are tense.Â
"Kid talks 'bout you nonstop.âÂ
Asael swallows hardâsuddenly feeling ten times worse for jumping to conclusions; Megumi hadn't been neglected at all.Â
âYou weren't supposed to make me feel bad about this."
"Wasn't tryin' to. Just wanted you to see.âÂ
He pushes off the wall, taking slow steps toward herâeach one deliberate and measuredâuntil heâs close enough for her to catch that familiar scent of smoke and leather mingling with something distinctly him. The calloused pad of his thumb brushes nearly against the side of her neckâright where Megumiâs latest drawing hangsâ a family with crayon-scrawled letters at the bottom: MS. HONEY AND ME.
ââKid donât draw me shit unless it matters,â he murmurs, âYou matter to him.â Â
Her heart aches.Â
âI feel really bad about the first conversation we had,â she admits.
"You mean the one where you called me a bad father?â
Asaelâs arms drop, eyes narrowing as she says, âYou know thatâs not what I said, Fushiguro.â
Toji's expression remains stoic, his eyes fixed on hers. He leans onto the wall nearest of him, âPotentially bad father," he corrects, his voice heavy with derision.
She blows out a breathâher arms throw themselves up as she huffs a seat onto the edge of the bed, âWhat was I supposed to think, Toji? I meanâIâd never met you. You ignored my emails, my phone calls, my
notes home? What was I supposed to think?â
âSo the first thing to assume is that heâs neglected? That I donât want to spend time with my own damn kid?âÂ
He sees the guilt on her face. Toji exhales sharply through his noseâhis jaw clenches visibly, eyes narrowing as he also considers her words.
âYou think I want to miss shit?â His voice is low, roughâlike gravel dragged over pavement, âEvery time you sent something home, every fuckinâ noteââ
For a man who looks so unbreakable standing there like thisâmuscles taut under ink and scarsâthereâs something unexpectedly raw in his gaze when it meets hers again.
âI ainât built like other people,â he admits, âMy shit has always been on survival mode.âÂ
His throat worksâhis voice drops to almost nothing, rough and hollow. Â
"I grew up in Tokyo before I came down here," he explains, fingers flexing around nothing at his sideâlike they're still fighting ghosts from years ago, âAin't exactly had my folks holdin' my hand through life. Megumiâs mom? She's gone. And the shit I do for workâthe way I gotta move?" His dark eyes lock onto Asael's with brutal honesty, "âAin't safe. My kid canât be anywhere near that."Â Â
Thatâs all he offersâbut itâs enough to paint a pictureâA man raised by wolves, who learned too young that love was conditional if it existed at all. A father trying like hell not to repeat cycles he barely escaped from himself.
Asael winces, looking awayâshe feels the weight of his stare bearing into her when she admits,âI get it. I do, okay? I understand how badly I messed up. And I'm sorry, Toji. I justââÂ
She pauses, swallowing around a lump in her throat. She wasnât trying to be vulnerable, she just didnât know how else to express why she made the choices she did. Her fingers twist into the hem of her skirtâknuckles white with tension. The words come out in a whisper, like ripping off a bandage sheâd kept pressed over an old wound. Â
âI canât have kids of my own.â Â
The confession hangs between themâraw and aching. She forces herself to meet his gaze, her brown eyes glistening with something fragile. Â
âSo when I see those babies every day? Itâs not just teaching for me,â she continues hoarsely, âTheyâre all I get.âÂ
Toji doesnât react at first. His face stays unreadable, but something flickers in his dark eyes. He takes a step closerâthen anotherâuntil he's standing over her where she sits on the edge of the bed. Â
"Then stop feelin' guilty for givin' a fuck."Â Â
The words are gruff, but not unkind.Â
"You did what you thought was right," he murmurs lowly, "Ain't no shame in that."
His words hit her more than she expected them to. She can feel her eyes desperately wanting to water, but she refuses to cry. She exhales heavily as she gives a soft smile, âSay something that doesnât make me wanna cry, please.â
âShit, uhââ
Toji gruntsâdragging a calloused palm down his face before scratching at the back of his neck. Â
"âKid's got way too many socks," he mutters, âTheyâre all ugly as hell, too.âÂ
It worksâa surprised laugh bubbles out of her immediately, shoulders shaking as she wipes hastily at her eyes. Â
"I knew he was the one picking them out,â She giggles, "The dinosaur ones with the googly eyes he always comes to class with? Terrify me.â
He smirks, ââSaid they're good luck. I ain't got the heart to tell him theyâre a fashion crime.âÂ
Asael smiles, rubbing her palms across her face to brush the last of her developing tears away.Â
Her heart is thudding again, but from something else this time. Toji stands so close to her nowâstill and imposing like a pillar of muscle and scarsâclose enough she can smell him.Â
âYou know, Iâm still waiting for my apology.âÂ
"For?âÂ
"Um? The way you spoke to me at the school," she says simply, "You were an asshole."Â
Toji huffsâthe closest thing to laughter he seems capable of. He then admits, âHeard that too many times.â
She rolls her eyes, âCanât even kiss my feet, act like youâre sorry?âÂ
Tojiâs expression darkens.
 âA kiss, huh?âÂ
His eyes graze over the flushed skin of her face and down her throat, the curve of her shoulders, even to her legs. Her miniskirt rides up as she sits, revealing the silk of her thong, just barely covering the puffy pink of her folds. Taking another step forward, his hands come up to slide between her knees, fingers gripping the underside of her thighs as he forces them apartâher back hits the mattress with a soft gaspâhe begins to unlace her heels, sucking his lips against the arch of her foot when they find contact with his mouth.Â
âLike that, huh?âÂ
She giggles breathlessly, âMhm.âÂ
He raises an eyebrow.Â
His gruff voice calls, âYeah?âÂ
The giggling she does comes from still being slightly tipsy, nodding her head as she musingly stutters, âTâthatâs a start.â
âNow I got youâ stutterinâ.â
Toji removes the other heel, connecting his mouth back to her fleshâHe sucks at the skin of her ankles, now giving both legs attentionâfrom gentle pecks to harsher kisses, he latches the skin into his mouth with a popping sound. Her giggling subsides with each release of his full lips, as this causes her hips to raise a bit.Â
Within all this, sheâs even more nervous. She clears her throat as she dumbly asks, âUmâdid that hurt?âÂ
She refers to the tattoo along his neck.
She feels him grin against her ankleâhis tongue swipes lazily over his bottom lip before he answers, voice thick and rough. Â
âNah. âAinât hurt too bad.â
âMineâs hurt.â
She distractedly refers to her own, pointing at the rose as if he couldnât see it. But to be truthful, she was really trying to keep up the conversation as she felt herself tremblingâwhy was she trembling? Has it really been this long?
"âTell me where else you gotâ ink.â
He keeps her talking to hear the shake in her voice, looming his muscular frame above hers, slowly placing both ankles upon each of his shoulders.
âSâSomething on my hipâŠlittle drunk ideas at the time,â she slurs, her mouth barely able to find the words.Â
Yup, he definitely was a bastard. The moment her eyes lock within his, the tips of his fingers gently graze upon her inner thighâ it halts right over the thin material of her panties, Asaelâs mouth slightly parting as he places his forehead along hers.Â
In an instant, she rests her hands along his shouldersâAsael grips his shirt to stop her hands from shaking. He leans forward more, allowing their lips to just barely touch.
His index and middle finger press at the cloth, dragging against the fabric down to her openingâhe hears just how wet she is, dropping his eyes down as he grunts, âOoh, fuck.âÂ
Toji's low, raspy growl vibrates against her mouthâthe sound sends another electric pulse straight between her legs. He doesn't hesitateâhis fingers hook into the silk, peeling it aside to expose her glistening heat. The sight of her was etherealâalready wet, gummy and pink.Â
"Fuckin' pretty.â
She frowns along his mouth, spreading her thighs in the way she wanted to hours beforeâher voice is low as she begs, âWant emâ in me.â Â
He grunts, âSlow?â
âSlow, please.âÂ
He can hear the wreckage in her voice. He sinks them in slowly, sucking her mouth within a kiss to swallow her whimperâher thighs tremble with every knuckle that buries into her, pumping out with a squelch of her pussy.Â
âFuccck, baby.âÂ
Her moan drags the words, âThat felt so good.âÂ
âYouâre so wet,â he groans in return, stroking his tongue against her own, swirling her mouth into a filthy kiss.
He spreads his fingers widerâfilling her up with every push of his hand. She gasps, chest rising and falling against him at the overwhelming stretch. She moans helplessly into a kiss, pulling him lower to drag her tongue against his own. Toji sucks her bottom lip between his teeth, growling through their make out. Â
Her voice is broken, pouty on his lips, âIâm gonna cum already. SâStop, Fushiguro.âÂ
âPussy keep pullinâ my fingers in, babyââTight as hell, âhow long since you been fucked?âÂ
âDonât ask that,â she whimpers, pressing her forehead against his, âPlease.âÂ
ââM sorry,â he rumbles, âSâall you, baby,â he groans in her ear, sucking that soft lobe in between rough, hot kisses, âYou need this shit. Open up fâme.â
Her body hadnât felt this much pleasure in so long, it nearly aches. As his fingers pound into her, a gasp tugs from her mouth once moreâshe drenches his palm, Asael's body shuddering and shaking, releasing all her pent up frustration in hot, messy streams.Â
âThatâs it, good fuckinâ girl.âÂ
His voice is low, gruff against her ear, deep breaths against her neck, âDrenchinâ all over my fingers, babyâs got so much built up.âÂ
Her chest rises and falls, whimpering as she kisses him again. Sheâs tugging her hands on his shirt, âI want you so bad.â
âIâm right here.âÂ
He drags her to the end of the bed, tongue already dropping on her clitâheâs widening her legs, shaking his head side to side as he spreads her opening with his jaw. His tongue laps at her wet folds hungrily, teasing her clit with strokes of his tongueâher thighs quiver, raking her fingers through his hair, already too sensitive at this point.Â
âYou taste good as fuck,â he moans against herâshe squirms again, whiningâthe grip in his hair tightens more as he sucks her clit between his lips in return.Â
Asaelâs panting, whimpering. Every single sound is just adding fuel to the fire, pulling her tighter against his tongue as he begins to lick up and down her folds like a meal.Â
ââNeed you to make a mess like this on my dick.âÂ
She nods her head, begging with her eyes nonetheless, but unsure if she even trusted her own body to hold out.Â
ââKnow you will,â he grunts, ââShitâs gonnaâ look so fuckinâ good.â
His palm slides down to clutch a hold of her hip, using it for leverage as he starts to rock her hips forwardâheâs driving his tongue in and out with relentless drag, face and nose drenched within her.Â
Sheâs just moaning, and itâs like music to his ears.Â
ââGonna cum, baby.â
âNahâ, next time you cum itâll be causeâ Iâm fuckinâ you stupid,â he corrects her, âBetter wait for me.â
Heâs lifting her within the air as if she weighs nothingâher legs are thrown over his shoulders, her arms locking around his neckâshe exhales, trying to catch her breath as she locks their lips together with another moan.Â
Itâs all chaotic, but in the best way. His large palms hold the skin of her ass with long fingers, spanking the flesh as itâs hot under his skinâHis tip is full, fatâit smushes along her folds as if to tease her body more.Â
âCâmon, Toji.â
âIâm cominâ.âÂ
But maybe she wasnât as ready as she thought. Her mouth goes from parting lightly to dropping open, feeling as he slowly sinks her onto the heaviness of his dickâa sense of discomfort ruptures through her spine as itâd been so longâbut it overrides by a pleasure that nearly causes her to black out.Â
Tojiâs silent, except for the low groan against her mouth. He just wants to hear her reaction, wants to listen.Â
Asaelâs eyes roll backâand then, her thighs tremble as she shockingly squirts along his abdomen, body shuddering as she groans from the unexpected orgasm.
Heâs relentless, his palm connecting with her cheek, âLook at youâcumminâ from me just putting my shit in.âÂ
His hands squeeze at the back of her legs, spreading her open even wider. There was no warning as he began tugging her onto his dick, sliding in and out of her at a pace that was slow, but harsh.
Tears begin to fill her vision, gasping mercilessly against him. Her body hasnât subsided from her orgasm as he bounces her down, skin clapping togetherâAsael can only sob, âOh my god, fuck.âÂ
"Tearinâ your shit up so good, baby. You feel that?âÂ
Heâs as sinister as he looks, continuously dropping her up and down on his length, gradually increasing the intensity of their movements, battering her walls while maintaining eye contact with her tear-streaked face.Â
Asaelâs nails scratch his back, leaving half-moon indents on her track upward as they reach his shouldersâ he grabs her by the roots of her curls, forcing her to look him in the eye again.
âYou hearinâ me?â This is what you wanted, huh?âÂ
His tongue trails against her earlobe, sucking along the reddened flesh.Â
âAll youâ been thinkinâ about.â
Asael just nods her head, her eyes falling down to watch the way his dick nearly splits her in half.Â
She nods, âUh huh.âÂ
The way he moves her body was almost effortlessâthe spank he gives her ass makes her mewl softly, an almost irritation along her face from how good it all felt.Â
âFuck, baby. Fuck.âÂ
âThatâs all you got now?âÂ
She drags her palm against her lips to cover her mouth, unable to stop herself from the broken moan she releasesâshe shudders, âFuckkk, my god. Stop it.â
Heâs snapping his hip up to meet hers, taking her mouth all in one rough, deep motion. Sheâs so small in his hands, practically a toy almost. He continues to slam her down, over and over.Â
âYou takinâ it so good.â
She canât control the way her legs tighten around himâher hands clenching onto his shoulders for dear life, nails dragging along his skin again.Â
âIâm gonnaâ cum again.âÂ
âThought you wanted me to stop, huh?âÂ
His mouth sucks against hersâshe whimpers as he starts to bounce her up and down even harsher on his tip, âYou lyinâ now?âÂ
Her eyes roll as she moans against his mouth, clutching her fingers within the nape of his hair once moreâshe mewls, ââDidnât mean it.âÂ
He grunts in return, ââKnow you didnât.âÂ
Each time he slams her down onto his dick, her pussy grips tightly around him, releasing harsh waves of pleasure that seem to radiate throughout both their bodies. Itâs like an unrelenting ocean.Â
âPussyâs talkinâ to me baby.âÂ
âUghâmhmmmm.âÂ
She holds the side of his face, giving another nod of her headâshe begs, âDonât stop.âÂ
âDonât stop?â
His fingers sink into the flesh of her ass, grinding her onto his abdomen, arousal dripping down his pelvis each time their bodies connect.
âDonât, Toji.âÂ
Sheâs starting to feel like heâs punishing her for the mouth she had before they ended up here. Now here she wasâbroken and needing him, attitude nowhere in sight.
âReckless ass fuckinâ mouth. Now look at you.â
âUghn, baby. Please.â
ââKeep callinâ me,â he growls, âDonât even know what for.â
The back of her thighs clap against his hips, coating her arousal along his length in white cream. It has her breathlessly whimpering, âSorry.â
âIâm knowinâ.âÂ
A peevish whine leaves her lips, dragging her tongue along his jaw until it reaches his lips as she weakly repeats, âNeed you so bad.â
A gruff chuckle vibrates against her forehead, Tojiâs hands slide down to cup her ass, spanking her cheek again and againâhis tongue licks along her neck again, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path as he repeats, âI know.âÂ
The room is lewd, filled with the sounds of their bodies connecting, the sounds of pleasure theyâre both making.Â
"âNever heard pussy talk the way yours talkinâ to me. You want this shit bad.âÂ
She nearly whines like a brat when he pulls out of her, carrying her over to the bed as he lays himself against the sheets. Heâs tugging Asael by her fiery curls, gripping his tip within his other hand, slapping it along her tongue.
And Asael just moans, opening her mouth wider, sticking out her tongue in return.
His free palm rakes into her curls, bobbing her mouth up and down that it creates a schluck, schluck, soundâ her eyes roll back, clit throbbing at the sound of his low voice echoing within her ears. Sheâd never expect herself to be this indulged or submissive in a manâs wordsâbut it made her even hornier.Â
âIâm so wet.âÂ
She admits this as she draws her mouth away from his tip, rotating her palm against the base of his dick, coating it with her saliva.
âYeah?â
Heâs growling, âShow me that shit.â
Asael crawls up his body, straddling his waistâher hands grab palms, guiding his fingers to the damp heat between her legs. A feral groan echoes in her ear as his hands grab both cheeks of her ass, spreading the messy folds as his thumb rolls against her clit, âSo fuckinâ nasty.âÂ
She leans her head against his shoulder, mewling, "See.âÂ
Heâs guiding her over the fat of his tip once moreâsheâs sinking down onto it, her walls hugging his length as Toji growls against her mouth, âKeep goinâ. Take my shit all the way.â
Itâs slow, inch after inchâfilling every empty space she trembles, âOoh,â all while he grumbles in return, ââShe missed me.âÂ
Heâs propping her up to have her feet along the bed, placing her in an almost squatting positionâ his muscular arms go beneath her thighs, tugging her by the thick flesh of her ass to slam her down. Cream coats through the separation of their skin, Asael gasping deeply at the sound it makes, painting his dick like her own canvas.
âSpread your pussy. Gonnaâ go deeper.âÂ
He guides her hands, pulling her folds apart from one another even more. Asael mewls defeatedly, feeling her eyes brimming with tears once moreâpleasure is all she feels.Â
âNuh-Uh. Donât be cryinâ now.âÂ
"Fuuuuuck, baby.â
âKeep goinâ with all that whininâ shit you were doinâ earlier,â he grunts to her, a shockwave being sent along her body as heâs back to spanking her with both palms.
Asael spreads herself even more from behindâshe whines lowly against his lips, âYouâre so fucking deep, baby.â
âIn your stomach?â
She just nods.
"Pussy tugginâ my dick,â he groans breathlessly, âLike you were made for me," he prods, his voice rough with each word, âJust needed to be fucked.âÂ
âToji.âÂ
âJust needed to cum, huh?âÂ
âYeahhh.âÂ
âYeah?â He arrogantly grunts, thrusting his hips up into her.Â
âUhhhhâugh, fuck. Yeah.âÂ
The sounds are wet again, Tojiâs balls slapping against her clit.Â
âThatâs itâyou whininâ for me?â Â
She just nods once more, desperate and exhaustedâshe can hardly moan anymore, whining each time his tip disappears.Â
âIâm gonnaâ cuâuhhhh.âÂ
His voice lowered, deeper, darker, âYou got it, baby. Need you to make a fuckinâ mess.âÂ
Maybe this was all to break her. Asaelâs mind flickers with that thought as he swiftly throws her within another position, her stomach pressed against the sheets, hips arched up within the air.Â
She hopesâprays he tires himself out. One palm wraps around her throat from behind, the other holding the flesh of her hip as he grinds down, tip sliding across her folds eagerly.Â
His lips began sucking at her throat, âPretty ass tattoo, looks like the shit hurt.âÂ
Her eyes clasp shut as heâs making out with her flesh, squirming beneath him as he grunts into her skin, âLemmeâ kiss that shit.âÂ
Heâs sopping it down with a growl, dragging his tongue along the flushed ink. His mouth is like molten lava, a slow burn spreading up her body to warm every pore with anticipation.Â
âDidnât hurt as bad as youâd think,â she whispers; her voice is soft and shaky, feeling him tease her entrance from behind, âButâfuck.âÂ
Thenâheâs dipping his tip at her opening, quickly tugging it back out. He doesnât stop. He just keeps doing that. It has her hips trying to catch him, whimpering softly as she canât.
âGonna cum. Sâso close, put it back in.â
âYouâ need it?â
âNeed it.âÂ
Her body trembles and shakes, only receiving the drag of his hips in return.
âPlease.âÂ
âPussy trynaâ have me fall in love,â he grunts, spreading her apart with his own hand, seeing her opening throbbing, gummy pink walls pulling themselves inward as they need his connection.
âYou wanna cum?â
âMhmm.â
âSay that shit, then. Mean it.âÂ
âWanna cum all over your dick, baby. Canât wait.â
Toji rumbles a deep chuckle against her body, pulling her hair into his fist as he twists the tresses into a ponytail, other hand spreading her opening farther as he shoves his dick back insideâheâs yanking her hips back, an angle to hit directly to her g-spot.Â
Asael feels elated, a high-pitched giggle leaving her lips as she whines, eyes rolled to the back of her headâsheâs squirting again, nearly pushing his tip out by the strength of pleasure, face shoved into the pillow as she releases wildly, moaning in chaotic shouts.Â
He jerks her head up as he grunts, still keeping his hips plummeting into her, âNah. Fuck all that. Cum. Shit feels good, doesnât it?â
She canât even speak in words anymore, crying out, âUhhhhâoh my god, Toji. Iâm cumming. Iâm cumming,â she whimpers in high pitched repetitions, turning her face towards him as she begs, âKiss me.â
Heâs releasing his grip over her hair, leaning down to kiss her messily, more teeth than anything. Her body was shaking almost as if in a fever, feeling him begin to pound her again, squeezing his mouth roughly against hers. Heâs growling like an animal, the pleasure now consuming his body too.Â
She pulls her mouth back from his just centimeters apartâher voice is wrecked as she softly begs, âCum, baby. âWant you to cum with me.âÂ
That voice of hers is all he needs. His face is buried alongside her neck, groaning as his hands grip her hips rougher, a fire building within the pit of his stomach, spreading throughout his core as he buries his tip in her deep.Â
The chaos of the moment drives him to a brink of insanity. To hear the suction of air spouting from her opening, Asael defeatedly gasping, head turning as her mascara ridden face tiredly moans, its euphoria.
His hips tremble as he pulls out with a moanâAsael turns her body, lowering herself to allow the warmth of his cum to spread across her face. Her hands wrapped around the base of his length as she sticks her tongue out, catching the rest within her mouth.Â
Toji glares.Â
âShit,â he grunts, ââMustâve been wrong as hell. You are sweet.â
She giggles.Â
Asael runs her tongue along her lips, ââCould just be one of my better moods.â
âBetter? Youâre not in the fuckinâ heavens after I just tore your ass up?â
She shrugs, âMaybe. Maybe not.â
As she continues to giggle, Toji locks in on her. She mustâve forgotten who he was just that quickly.Â
But sheâs about to be reminded, a gasp falling from her lips as he twists her hair into his fingers, tugging her eyes up to meet him so she can hear every word.
âNah, fuck that. Turn over.âÂ

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ASKING YOUR HUSBAND FOR ANOTHER BABY WASNâT ON THE AGENDA TODAY. It happened in the exact way it had the first timeâyour body trembling and writhing, brainless as you released those three words to him. However, you couldnât lie to yourself. This was kinda your fault.
It wasnât the worst thing in the world, either. Being fucked so good your mind went blank sounded like a treat, but it wasnât all in the matter of how you got there, but more so why.Â
Youâd been with Onyankopon for about three years now, still reeling from the excitement of newlywed bliss each time you stared down at your ring. You had also welcomed your baby boy into the world, Asaan, motherhood bringing you a sense of peace and patience youâd never had your entire life.Â
It was perfect, really. You had a modern farmhouse in Arabi, Louisiana. Wrapped in crisp white siding with black trim, surrounded by sprawling land where the sunsets painted the sky in hues of gold and lavender every evening. Close enough to New Orleans for convenience, but far enough to feel like you had your own private paradise. The open concept living space always smelled like vanilla and clean linen from the candles you burned while cleaningâfloors so shiny you could see your reflection as you chased after little five month old Asaan crawling around. Â
And Onyankopon? God. Even after a long day at his auto shop in the cityâgrease under his nails, muscles aching from lifting engines all dayâhe never failed to make sure you felt cherished. Heâd walk through that door, drop his bag by the stairs, and immediately scoop up Asaan with one arm while pulling you into his chest with the other.Â
His deep voice rumbled against your ear, âMissed y'all like hell.âÂ
No matter how tired he was, heâd sit at that kitchen island just to watch you move around cooking dinnerâhis heavy lidded eyes traced every sway of your hips as if he hadnât memorized them already. Â
Even when work drained him dryâNever cold. Never dismissive. Just a kiss pressed to your temple before bed, or calloused fingers grazing over yours when he thought you needed reassurance more than he needed restâbecause loving yâall came easy for him, even when life didn't always match up that way.
But today.Â
Today had been a littleâdifferent.
You had been feeling it all morning. That deep, primal pullâhormones surging, body thrumming with an urgency you couldnât shake.Â
Youâd woken up wrapped around Onyankopon like a second skin, breathing in his scentâmotor oil and cedar from his cologne still clinging to him despite the shower he took before bed. Â
But today? Today wasnât about you.
Your husband had spent the whole week at the shopâlate nights replacing transmissions, arguing with picky customers who didnât understand why their "quick fix" wasn't actually quick. Then last night? He gave y'all everything he couldâdinner downtown where he let you steal bites off his plate while he sipped bourbon as slow as molasses; holding Asaan until the baby boy fell asleep drooling on his shoulder. Â
And now? All your man wanted was some peace. His PlayStation controller in hand, headset half-cocked over one ear as Kev from down the way screamed about some nonsense through the speakers. But instead of letting him breathe? You were pouting. Hip cocked against the doorframe of his man cave, you watched him like a stalker.Â
âYou ainât hear me calling you?âÂ
You asked this sweetlyâalmost too sweetlyâfingers tapping along your pendant like a metronome counting down to attitude.
Onyankopon barely glanced up from headshotting some zombie midgame.Â
âNah, baby. âYou good?â
Even if he asked that, his tone was flat. Finality lacing those couple of words because heâd told you already. Yet here you were, lip poked out thicker than a punished child because ovulation had your brain scrambled and patience nonexistent.
âIâm okay,â you murmur softly, ââWas gonnaâ lay out a little blanket for me and Asanâhave breakfast on the lawn since it isnât too hot.âÂ
You continuously rub your fingers against your pendant, âDid you wanna join?â
His shoulders were hunched forward, thick arms flexed and tense as he gripped that controller like a vice. He didnât look up as he spokeâjust responded with a soft grunt, âIâm cool, Mama. Gonâ head and enjoy breakfast without me.âÂ
Why were you upset? You knew damn well he wouldnât be leaving the man cave until he finished this round. Then the next round. And the one after that. Because the game? It was his peace. One you hated interrupting.
Onyankopon looked dangerous like this thoughâshirtless, durag tied over his cornrows, tattoos winding over every inch of his skin. The bold ink along the side of his temple only made him seem more intimidating to anyone who didnât know himâbut you? You knew the truth. That beneath all that muscle and ink was a man who melted when Asaan giggled, who kissed your forehead when he thought you were asleep. Â
Your gaze flickered downward for half a secondâjust long enough to catch that thick outline pressing against those grey sweats before snapping back up just as fast. Â
And then there was Asaanâyour little caramel drop with chubby cheeks and Onyankopon's deep set eyes, crawling straight toward the man cave like he could sense Daddy was in there avoiding responsibility today. You scooped him up quickly before he got too close to any wires or controllers, balancing him on your hip as you stepped inside fully this time.
"Daddy ain't tryna be bothered right now,â you cooed lowly at Asaan, looking back at Onyankopon with those doe eyes that always worked on him in moments like these.Â
You then murmur, âBut maybe if we ask real nice, he'll take ten minutes and eat with usâyeah?âÂ
You saw it before it happened. His jaw tensed just slightly, fingers tightening around that controller again as frustration simmered under his skin because damn, hadnât he earned some uninterrupted time?Â
But Asaan then let out one of those drooly baby laughs and stretched his tiny hands toward himâand just like that, he paused mid game without hesitationâdespite Kev yelling through the headset about zombies closing in.
He took Asaan from you effortlesslyâthe baby immediately gripping onto one of fatherâs face tats because infants had no concept of pain toleranceâbut instead of stepping out behind y'all after kissing his sonâs curls? He handed him right back.
âGonâ eat, I ainât starvinâ.âÂ
His brown eyes locked onto yours while muscles flexed under tension; not angry, just pleading politely for what should've already been given freely.Â
Space.
You allow Asaan to become easily distracted by your necklace, tugging at the golden jewelry under the blares of the TVâs lighting.
ââYou on the phone with Kev?â
Onyankopon let out a slow breath through his noseâthe kind that came when he was trying not to let irritation seep into his tone. Â
âYeah,â he clipped, adjusting the headset slightly as Kevâs cackling about some grenade mishap crackled through the speakers. His thumb hovered over the unpause button, but you were still standing there like a lingering shadowâAsaan now gnawing on your necklace like it was a teething ring. Â
He finally unpaused the game just to stop Kev from yelling louder and spoke without looking up this time.
âBaby.âÂ
One word, thick with finality.
You slammed the door behind you with a little more force than intendedâAsaan giggling in your arms like getting tossed around was some kind of new game. Â
In the kitchen, you juggled Asaan on your hip while yanking open the fridgeâthe cool air hit your flushed skin as you grabbed raspberries and pomegranates, knife chopping fruit a little harder than necessary before you dumped it into a bowl with some honey drizzled over top. Â
Outside, morning sunlight draped over your shoulders as you spread out that quilted picnic blanketâthe one Onyankoponâs grandma made you as a wedding gift. You plopped down in the grass, robe slipping dangerously high on caramel thighs while Asaan latched onto your nipple greedily, previously covered by the loose pink silk of your robe. It barely held anything in place after pregnancy did wonders on your body.Â
And through all this? That damn window stared right back at youâman cave curtains cracked just enough for Onyankopon to glance outside if he wanted toâbut he didnât.
Until this.Â
âAfternoon Mrsâwhoa.âÂ
Mailman Claude nearly dropped his satchel when he hopped out of the truck, rummaging through his bag as he made his way towards your porchâhis eyes snagged where silk gapped around milk heavy titsâbefore snapping up quick like god himself might strike him down for looking too long at something so sacredly tempting.Â
You smiled sweetly though; shifting Asaan higher to cover the brown of your nipple.Â
âMorninâ, Claude.â
Your voice came out syrup thick without realizing itâSouthern hospitality mixed with no awareness made every word drip like molasses off your tongue, dark curls bouncing wild around freckled cheeks.Â
Your voice is smooth, entrancing.
âĂske ou oke jodi a? They have you out here pretty early.â
Dear god, was your accent a weapon.Â
Those soft, honeyed words had a way of making a man fall hard and fast. Claude shifted under your gaze, the heat in his cheeks having little to do with the humidity already sticking to his skin. He could've sworn he'd heard a voice like that come from heaven; sweet as Tupelo honey, as smooth as the best whiskey.Â
âIâuhââ His voice cracked like a teenager, eyes darting everywhere, âYeah, itâsâit's early, but IâI donât mind it.â Â
You reached upâstill obliviousâto push a stray curl behind your ear, giving that warm Southern smile.
âHopefully the weather stays nice. You want some breakfast to take with you? I have some fruitsâmilk, fresh to go.â
Claude practically choked on air when you leaned forward slightly to wipe Asaanâs mouth with the edge of your fingerâyour breasts just barely covered as they swayed freely under thin silk, before you tugged the fabric back into place like an afterthought.
âNo ma'am! I meanââ He swallowed hard, shaking his head fast enough for his hat to nearly slide off, âAppreciate it but uhâgottaâ finish my route in due time.â
Your brow furrowed slightlyâjust a hint of confusion playing at the edges of that pretty smile as you tilted your head, robe slipping just a tad lower off one shoulder when you shifted. Â
âItâs really no worry," you teased with a little giggleâsweet and light as morning dewâ "Don't be shy. Ain't no harm in takin' some fruit or somethin' cold for the roadââ Â
But then, a voice like the devil had risen. Onyankoponâs deep timbre cut through like thunder rolling across quiet skies.Â
âClaude.âÂ
One word. One warning.
The man nearly tripped backward over his own boots, scrambling away fast enough to leave skid marks in the grassââYâYes sir! I was just leavinâ. Right now.âÂ
His mail bag slapped against his hip as he practically sprinted back to his truck without another glance your way.
You blinked after him, turning toward your husband standing there bare chested in those loose sweats, watching you with an expression carved from pure steel.Â
"Bring yoâ ass inside.âÂ
You scooped up Asaan with one arm, grabbing your bowl of fruit with the other before heading insideâstill completely clueless as to why Onyankopon was suddenly looming over you like a storm cloud. Â
"What's wrong?"Â
You asked this innocently, adjusting the baby on your hip while stepping into the coolness of the house. Â
âWhatâs wrong? âYou outside in that lilâ ass robe with yoâ fuckin' titties out like it ain't nothinâ."Â Â
Your eyes narrowed, âWhat? I was just feeding âSan, you know that.â
He looked down at that innocent face cradled against your shoulder, that irritation still simmering as he ran a hand over his durag.Â
âI know baby, I know. But you ain't even realize just how youâ was lookinââ Like you was trynaâ get the nigga attention.âÂ
You raise a brow, âYouâre mad cause the mailman thinks Iâm attractive?â
Onyankoponâs jaw locked tight, nostrils flaring as he exhaled through his nose like a bull about to charge.Â
ââSan sleep yet?â He asked instead, ignoring your question completely. Â
You hesitated before shaking your head noâbecause what kind of stupid ass question was that? The baby was wide awake, slapping fat hands against your collarbone like a drum while drool dripped down his chin. Â
Onyankopon moved fast thenâone tattooed arm snatching Asaan right out of your grip before striding toward the nursery without another word; leaving you standing there holding nothing but attitude and a half-eaten bowl of fruit.
But no, he wasnât getting off that easy.
Your bare feet slapped against the hardwood as you stormed after him, that silk robe flaring against you like a warning flag. Â
âOh, now you wanna play daddy of the year?âÂ
Your voice came out sharper than intendedâlaced with enough venom to make Onyankopon pause mid step at Asaanâs nursery door.Â
âYou was real quick to ignore me all morninââbut soon as a nigga look my way, youâre mad?âÂ
The words tasted childish even as they left your mouthâpetty, bratty and deliberately meant to dig under his skin like a splinter. But did you care? Absolutely not. Maybe if he hadnât been glued to that game for hours, leaving you starved for attention, none of this wouldâve happened in the first place.Â
Onyankopon turned slowâbrown eyes flickering over your face like he could see straight through the act; he could smell the frustration rolling off your skin in waves alongside vanilla perfume and breastmilk.
âAinât got time for this back and forth shit,â he muttered, âEither tell me whatâs really botherinâ you or drop it.â Â
Your lips pressed into a thin lineâbecause no, you werenât about to admit that your hormones had you climbing the walls, craving him so bad it made you act foolish. Instead, you scooped Asaan right back up and marched out without another word, leaving Onyankopon standing there like a statue carved out of pure irritation. Â
An hour passed.Â
The house was quiet except for the faint hum of male voices rumbling from the man caveâKev and whoever else laughing at something dumb through the headset while Onyankopon gave low chuckles in return.Â
Asaan was finally asleep in his nursery after fighting naps all morningâleaving you alone with your thoughts, and guilt that felt stupid now that the heat of pettiness had faded. Â
So barefoot and silent, you slipped back into the man cave without announcing yourself. Arms looped over his shoulders, face nuzzling into warm brown skin between ink stained neck tattoos as if nothing had even happened between you two earlier in the day.Â
And despite himself? He exhaled, leaning himself into your smaller frame.
Your face still hides within the middle of his backâyou ask softly, âYou winning?â
His broad shoulders rose with a deep, rumbling sighâall that annoyance from before fading with each second he felt your body pressed against him. Instead of responding to the question, his only answer was an arm stretching back to grab your free handâlong fingers gently lacing between yours before pulling you farther into him like he couldn't get enough. Â
You buried your face within his throat opposite of the microphone, softly murmuring, ââTried giving Asaan a bottle. He wasnât too pleased.â
He chuckled at thatâlow and warmâfeeling your lips against his neck, soft as butterfly wings.Â
âLilâ man ain't got a sweet tooth for that plastic shit yet. You know he wantâ the real thing.â
You pressed a kiss to the microphone before speaking sweetly into itâvoice dripping like honey through its southern lilt, âY'all better not be feedinâ my man bad ideas while I'm not looking.âÂ
Kevâs exaggerated cackling crackled through the headsetââOh shit, we got company. This nigga Onyankopon in trouble!âÂ
Then you slid right onto his lap, hips rolling slowly against him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Onyankopon groaned immediately, thick fingers gripping your waist to steady you while still trying to focus on the screen. Â
âShawty, câmonâa nigga canât see nothinâ like this.âÂ
His voice was already rough with warning as your lips brushed teasingly against his onceâŠtwiceâŠbefore he deliberately turned his face away with a grunt, âBaby.âÂ
But when that tongue darted out? Tracing along the seam of his lips before slipping inside? He kissed you back for a short moment, pulling his mouth away as he murmured, âChill.âÂ
With a dramatic little huff, you slid off his lapâbut not before nipping at his earlobe just to hear him suck his teeth. Plopping down beside him instead, your hands immediately found their way to the rigid tension in his shoulders. Â
âMwen te manke ou anpil jodi a, renmen. Poukisa mwen pa ka manyen ou?â
You murmured that into the curve of his neck, words soft, taunting.Â
Kevâs voice crackled through the headset againâthis time louder and laced with amusement, "Damn, nigga! âWhat she sayinâ?âÂ
Onyankopon didnât answer immediately; just tilted his head back slightly against your touchâeyes drifting shut for half a second while he muttered under his breath, âNothinâ, nigga. She talkinâ shit."
Your freckled cheeks flushed pink as your fingers curled around the waistband of his sweatsâgiving a slow, testing tug while staring up at him with those big brown eyes that knew exactly what they were doing. Â
Onyankoponâs grip on the controller tightenedâhis glare sharp enough to slice through steel as he gave you a warning look.
But even thenâyou dipped your fingers below the material, tugging the thick tip of him between your fingers. Your eyes awe at the sight, feeling the weight of him in your small palm as he was hard.Â
You whimper softly, so low you know the microphone canât hearââLemmeâ suck it, baby.â
You didnât miss the hissing breath through Onyankopon's teeth at thatâlow and throaty as he shifted slightly in his seat. His voice came out strained under his breath, "Mama.â
"Y'all good over there or what?âÂ
"âWe good," Onyankopon bit outâthe tone sharp enough to cut off any other questions from his friend. His eyes were dark as he stared down at you, jaw clenching.
âQuit playinâ, girl.â
But you werenât. And to show you werenât? You drop your tongue out as you flatten it, stroking along his tip.
The second your tongue flicked outâwarm, wet pressure sliding just right along the swollen head of himâhis entire body tensed. A deep, growling âFuck,â rumbled in his chest before he could stop it. Â
And his friends? They were immediately back in the chat, voices full of amusement and suspicion.Â
âBruhââfuck was that noise?"Â Â
Onyankoponâs fingers tangled roughly in your curls, grip tightening as he tried to keep his breathing steady while glaring down at you.
"Ain't shit.â
He found a way to lower his face just inches away from yours, heat behind his stare as he grunted, âSlurp my shit up since you want a nigga so bad. Make that bitch nasty as fuck.âÂ
And of course, you obliged as if you hadnât touched your own husband in centuries.Â
You begin by rotating your tongue in gentle circles around his tip, before the swell of your lips suck the thick head within your mouth, tongue grazing his slit each time he slides back in the hallowed confines of your cheeks. Then, youâre opening your throat, shoving him past the back of your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gagâyou whimper at the vibration rumbling through your entire body, jaw working up and down as you find a rhythm.
He looked like he hated you in the way he stared. His brown eyes locked onto yours like a starving manâwatching the flush of your face intensify as you took him deeper. Those pretty lips, they began to swell and slick from drool.Â
"Yo, bruhâyouâ still there?âÂ
Onyankopon had to clear his throat before answeringâvoice thick with strain, âIâm hearinâ you, nigga. Yâall ready for another round?â
His fingers tightened in your hairânot enough to hurt, but enough to control the rhythm as you bobbed your head over his dickâwhich was beginning to disappear between your lips, schluck, schluck, scluck.Â
"Look at you,â he growled low, thumb swiping at a string of spit connecting your mouth to his tip before pushing it back between your lips, âFuckinâ nasty ass bitch. Why youâdoinâ allatâ,â he groans, hearing a soft giggle that shudders through his entire body, your little whine thrumming as you begin slamming his tip against the back of your throat.Â
You were nasty in factâyou tug him from your mouth as you arch your ass within the air, lapping your tongue against his balls, sucking the veins of his tip between your mouth like a filthy routine.Â
Youâre lazily rotating your fingers against the heavy length of his dick, a schlack, schlack from the saliva between your palm. Youâre stroking your tongue on his balls again, wagging your hips as you whimper, ââDick so fuckinâ fat, baby. âTasteâs so good.â
Your husband's breathing had gone ragged, his grip on the controller so tight the plastic groaned in protest.
"Goddamn.âÂ
His voice was a gravel-rough growl, barely above a whisper as he watched you worship himâthose plush lips swollen, shiny and wet, drool smeared across your chin and clinging to your collarbones. The way you moaned around him sent vibrations straight up his spine, forcing another curse lowly through his lips, making his dick grow within your mouth.Â
"Why yoâ ass just standing there getting shot? MOVE, NIGGA!âÂ
Onyankopon didn't even blink, too busy staring down at you with half-lidded eyes darkened by pure lust. His free hand tangled possessively in your curls againâforcing eye contact as he dragged you back onto him with a rough grunt, ââMuhfuckinâ jaw prollyâ hurt, knowinâ my shit too big for you to swallow down. But gonâ do it for me, huh?âÂ
The wet pop of your lips separating from his tip echoed as you noddedâyouâre pouting, but it didnât stop you from trying either wayâyou took him deep enough to make tears well in those pretty brown eyes, hollowing your cheeks like a woman starved. You whimper as you feel his palm release from your curls, thumbing the controller to look at if he was doing something.Â
All while? His other hand grazes at the fullness of your thighs as you arch into his lapâyour body shudders as you feel his palm thwack the flesh of your ass. His fingers tug back the frilly lace at the edges of your robe, eyes rushing across the round globes of your ass cheeks. Onyankopon swipes his entire hand against your foldsâand he groansâbecause he knew you were nearly dripping onto the couch from how wet you were.
The contact has you quiveringâyou take him deeper into your mouth, the ridges of his tip jerking in and out between your lipsâbut you can barely focus, as heâs just smacking, smacking your ass with repeated grunts.Â
ââPussy wet as fuck just from puttinâ a nigga in yoâ mouth,â he sneers, âYou ainât give a fuck how you had this dick. Jusâ wanted it.â
And you did. You wanted it bad.
Your cheeks bulge as your nose brushes at his abdomenâyour eyes roll as you gag loudly this time, your mouth quickly tugging him between your flushed lips as you pant. Your doe eyes flicker up to him as you whimper, ââWant your nut all over my face, Papa.â
The game was forgotten. The controller hit the couch with a thud as Onyankopon's grip in your hair tightened when he found it once more, his other hand sliding down to cup your chinâforcing you to look up at him with those teary, submissive eyes. Â
"Yeah?" His voice was a growl, âYou want this nut on yoâ pretty ass face?âÂ
You whimpered around himânodding as best you could with his dick lodged halfway down your throat for proof of your desires, spit slick lips stretched tight.Â
He yanks himself free and drags the swollen head against your cheekâpainting streaks of precum across freckled flesh while staring down like he owned every inch of you.Â
ââKeep yoâ mouth open.âÂ
And when you didâtongue out like some desperate little thing? He pumped himself slowly over your face just to watch the way arousal flickered in equal measure behind those brown irises, letting loose thick ropes of white right onto your waiting tongue.
You didnât realize how much worse you were making things for yourself. Because then, your husband watched you lick his nut clean off sticky fingers like dessert after dinner. You giggled, rubbing your palms along his stomach affectionatelyâyour mouth was innocent, âDid so good, baby.â
Maybe you werenât paying enough attention, though.Â
Otherwise, you wouldâve realized how his dick hardened seconds after he nutted. You were still giggling, the soft kiss you laid against his chin sweet as a doll.
âAightâ, niggaâImmaâ call yâall back.â Â
He stands to shut the door fullyâseconds later, his monstrous frame looms over you. Â
âBabyââ
 âNah, baby nothinâ. Assume that muhfuckinâ position.âÂ
You knew exactly what he meantâknees sinking onto the plush carpet as you turned around slow; robe slipping off caramel shoulders while hands braced against the floor within an arch so perfect, so familiar, that he groaned just looking at it.
âGoddamn, girl.âÂ
Cheek pressed against the fluffy rug, you just feel your pussy keeningâthe gummy folds shine beneath the dim lighting of the loading screen from his game, your thighs nearly quiver as you feel himâheavy, girthyâit smacks on your pussy from behind, making your hips tense, a low whimper passing your swollen lips.Â
"Gonâ learn why playin' with me gets yo' ass fucked up.âÂ
Thankfully, he was nice enough to slide his tongue across your clit for a while. Your eyes flicker over your shoulder as you watch him, able to hear his mouth sucking and lapping at your pussy.Â
You, âOâOoh,â a tremble between the wet noises, sitting yourself up halfwayâyou wag your folds on his face, a small whine of pleasure releasing as Onyankoponâs head rotates in a circle, dragging his lips all across the entirety of you.
The sound of his tongue on your pussy is filthy. Wet, rhythmic schlick, schlick noises fill the room as his head knocks up and down, lapping from your clit all the way down to your dripping entrance before swirling back up.Â
Your quivering thighs squeeze together instinctively, the pleasure too intenseâbut he doesnât stop, just groans against you, vibrations making you attempt to lift upâ
"Lay yo' ass back down," he grunts, âI ainât tell you to move.âÂ
Your arms tremble as you try to lower yourself onto the rug again, hips still raised so you can peer back at him from beneath fluttering lashes. You pant softlyâhand reaching behind blindly in a weak attempt to slow his mouth.Â
âYou ainât listeninâ. Now you gottaâ tuck them hands where they belong.â
He doesnât ask things twice.Â
Your toes curl at the loud slurrrp of his mouth, "Try movinâ me again and see what happens.âÂ
And god help you if that dominance doesnât make the heat coil tighter in your stomachâleaving nothing but shaky whimpers and slick thighs pressed together helplessly. But you oblige, tucking your hands between your slightly parted thighs, allowing him to bury his face within your pussy.Â
"You feel my tongue workinâ yoâ shit, huh?â
You nod frantically, breath hitching as his mouthÂ
takes youâbut the second your response comes out too quiet, his palm cracks down on your ass hard enough to make you whimper again. Â
ââHear me talkinâ to you," he growls, dragging his tongue back up in one long, slow stroke that has your thighs shaking. Â
ââŠYâyeah, feelsgood, baby.âÂ
You manage to mewl that out, voice shuddering under the weight of pleasure already coiling in your stomachâyour legs tremble where theyâre pinned beneath, tears gently beginning to well at the corners of your eyes. You were already overstimulated.Â
âOny, âM sorryââ The apology spills between whimpersâbut he doesn't even let you finish, âAin't tryna hear all that shit right now. Just keep puttinâ that pussy on my tongue.âÂ
 You drop your clit across his mouth, sliding and soaking his lips with itâOnyankoponâs tongue strokes until your apologies dissolve into nothing. Theyâve dissipated into breathless cries against rug fibers beneath your cheek pressed flush to the floor.
"OnyâOny, waitâ"Â Â
You gasp his name between shuddering breaths, hips instinctively trying to pull away as the pressure builds too fast, thighs clamping around as if thatâll stop him. But he knows. Â
He knows. Â
âNuh Uh, Câmon.âÂ
Your body betrays youâshaking violently, thighs twitching as you clamp your fingers together beneath your own weight, trying to hold back.Â
âGive it all to me,â his deep voice echoes in your ears, âDonât be doinâ allat. âFuck you holdinâ back for? Gimmeâ that shit.âÂ
That's all it takes. The dam breaksâyour entire body seizes up before collapsing into violent vibrations, a desperate cry tearing from your throat as warmth gushes uncontrollably over his waiting tongue, squirting all over his goatee. Itâs all so loud and wet, you tuck your face within the rug, cheeks hot as you shy away from your own orgasm.
Onyankopon doesn't let you hide, of course.Â
His strong palms hold your body with satisfied grunts, keeping you locked in place as he laps up every last dropâhis mouth works slow, like he's savoring the taste of your weakness.Â
"âGon head anâ take this dick now.â
His voice is low, "Don't act like it's too much when yo' ass was begginâ for it earlier."Â Â
He was right and wrong all at onceâbecause yeah, maybe you did start this mess by teasing him first. But now? That thick tip was already pressing blunt against your swollen folds, still throbbing from being tongue-fucked rawâit feels impossible to take.Â
Onyankopon leans forward, wrapping his palm against your throat from behind, tugging you backwards to capture soft cries between rough kissesâall the while, heâs sinking himself inside inch by punishing inch. His tip is only in, and you gasp on his mouth, eyes rolling backâyou whimper, âUghOny, fâfuck.âÂ
He doesnât moveâjust holds you there, his thick girth stretching your walls to the point where you can feel every ridge, every vein pressed against your fluttering insides. Your moans are swallowed by his mouth as he kisses you deep, messyâtongue tangling with yours while your body jerks and twitches around him like a live wire. Â
"Shut that shit up,â he growls against your lips when another pathetic whimper slips out, "âS what yoâ lil ass wanted, ainât no need for all themâ tears now.âÂ
Then suddenly? You're being manhandled back into that perfect archâass up, face down on the rug. One hard smack lands on each cheek before he finally starts movingââGonâ take it slow,â He lies, because within seconds those slow rolls of his hips turn ruthlessâeach snap forward making you gasp louder than before.
Each thrust makes slickness gush out your folds like some kind of floodgate broke open inside of you. To make matters worse, you were loud.
And oh, you were losing it. Â
"OnyâOny. Mmmphfuck, baby.âÂ
Words dissolved into nonsense slurs against the rugâyour entire body jerked with each brutal snap of his hips, all while that thick dick of his pistons inside you ruthlessly. You could feel your own cream coating him messily, your pussy clenching around him in desperate pulses as he forced orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body. Â
The sound? Disgustingâwet schlicks, flesh slapping against flesh with every deep stroke, mixed with the obscene squelch of your arousal dripping down his balls and onto your thighs. Â
âPussy talkinâ so much shit, huh?âÂ
He taunts you in a breathless grunt, delivering another sharp smack to your ass cheekââThe bitch singinâ to me.âÂ
Each spank only made you cream harderâgushing around him like a broken faucet while nonsensical whimpers spilled past swollen lipsââFuckkk, Papa. Oh my god.âÂ
When the pleasure turns too much, your voice cracks into something sweetâtiny, desperate whimpers slipping between shaky breaths.Â
"M'sorry, Ony. I love you so much, Papa. UghnâŠâÂ
You mewl it, your body arching prettilyâbut Onyankopon wasnât taking any of that softness right now. Not when he knows just how nasty you really are under all those tears. Â
"Bounce this big ass back on me,â he growls, âHands stay where I put âem."Â
And despite the ache in your thighs? You obey. Your hips roll back against him with slow, deliberate grinds at firstâuntil the pleasure makes you lose control and suddenly? You're fucking yourself desperately onto his dick, bouncing, choked out moans as if heâs splitting you in half every time he bottoms out. Tears well in those round eyes again as another orgasm rips through your coreâgushing around him like some broken faucet while drool slips past swollen lips.
Your walls flutter, gushing around him in slick pulses while long, shuddering moans spill from puffy lips. He watches you unravel like it's entertainment for himânot moving an inch except to lazily spank your ass when your rhythm falters.Â
âThis my muhfuckinâ pussy,â a rough palm smacking down, âAinât no nigga alive gonâ touch what belongs to me.â Â
The threat is casual, but lethal in its delivery before he clutches the flesh of your ass in his palm, tugging you back on his dick like you weighed nothingâââFuck âround and find out how serious I am.â
Your moans tremble out in long, warbling notesâsounding like some broken melody as your body quivers around him. Onyankoponâs gaze burns into where your pussy stretches obscenely around his girth, watching slick drip down his shaft with every sloppy thrust. Â
âYou hear that?âÂ
His voice is echoing, taunting as he slows his hips just to make the lewd squelch even louderâyour own cream makes a filthy mess between your thighs, âThat's yoâ shit talkinâ to me.âÂ
You squeeze him, as thatâs all you can do.Â
âRelax, Mama. Damn.âÂ
His command is harsh but laced with something darker, possessive, âStop fightin' my dick.âÂ
And when you finally do? When those tight walls flutter weakly before relaxing, letting him sink balls deep in one brutal stroke? His head tips back with a ragged groanâlistening intently as you sob beneath him, taking every inch like it was made for you.
âI love you, OnyâŠâ
Itâs muffled between the press of your cheek against the rugâso soft it almost gets lost under the wet slap of skin on skin. Onyankopon doesnât pause his slow, deep strokesâjust tilts his head down to watch where your body takes him so well before grunting out a roughââI love yoâ ass too, girl.â
And thenâjust to ruin you further, ââAlways got me, even when you feel like you donât.âÂ
The confession hits harder than sex ever could. Tears spill instantly; fat and hot down flushed cheeks as you push your hips back against him desperately, taking him even deeper with a choked sob, bouncing messily against him.
âCum in me.âÂ
You whimper this, nails digging into the rug beneath you like itâll ground you from floating away from pleasure alone, ââWant another babyâwant you.âÂ
âGonâ give you a baby,â he grunts, âAinât no fuckin' way I'm pullin' out now."Â
The words rumble against sweat slicked skin before he buries himself one last timeâholding himself inside, unloading deep until warmth spills between trembling thighs and onto shivering stomachs pressed together messily, heâs moaning with you.Â
As he was still buried inside you, he suddenly yanks you into a rough kissâyour lips part instinctively as his tongue swipes against yours, swallowing every last one of your breathy apologies like they were sweet nothings. Â
You twist in his arms, straddling him with trembling thighsâyour hands immediately cup his bearded face as you press desperate kisses to the corners of his mouth between whispered confessions. Â
"âLove you so much," your voice is hoarse from crying out earlierâbut it doesnât stop the way those words tumble past your lips as you meant them.
âYou know I love yoâ ass too.â Â
Then? The baby monitor crackles to lifeâtiny coos and giggles echo through the speaker.
The both of you burst into exhausted laughter; foreheads pressed together as breathless chuckles fill the air around tangled limbs and messy bodies.
ââGonna try giving him another bottle,â you murmur, stroking your tongue along his mouth, âMight put a lilâ milk on his pacifier.â
Onyankopon's rough chuckle vibrates against your lips, ââCanât be kissinâ on me like that when weâ supposed to be done.â
Your giggle is soft against his lips as you nudge him playfully, âI need to shower and clean up first before feeding him.â Â
âWe can shower together,â he murmurs, âThen Iâll handle Asaan âfore you come in. Papa might get him to take the bottle, you gonâ see.â
The shared shower is warmâsteamy air clinging to your skin as playful kisses are stolen between soapy touches and hushed laughter. But when he steps out first to tend to the baby, you take your time under the water, letting it rinse away the lingering heat of hours before, finally wrapping yourself in an oversized tee before padding toward the nursery. Â
When you peek inside? Thereâs Onyankoponâbig hands cradling tiny Asaan with surprising gentleness as he finally gets him to latch onto the bottle after some fussing. The sight nearly makes your heart burst. His broad frame hunched slightly over your son while murmuring low assurances like, âThere go my lilâ man. Drink up.â
You lean against the doorframe with an endeared smile, watching them until Onyankopon glances up.
âWhatchu smilinâ at?âÂ
His tone is all faux grumpiness, but his eyes soften when they meet yours across a dimly lit room; sweet, love filling the air.
"Didnât mean to interrupt," you reply softly, âJust watchinâ my two boys."Â Â
âAinât never a bother, Mama.â
For a moment, silence settlesâjust the soft suckling of Asaan drinking at his bottle.
Then, hesitantlyâ
âYou sure about wanting another baby?"Â
You press, âI know in the moment we sayâŠthings. But with your schedule andâand how much you value your space sometimesâŠI donât wanna assumeââ
"Baby. Look at me."Â
When your eyes finally meet his? There's nothing but certainty staring back at you, âIf I didn't want our second baby, a nigga wouldâve said sumâ.â
His thumb brushes over Asaanâs cheek absently as he continuesââAin't no assumin' when I'm tellin' yo' ass straight up what I want.â Â
The reassurance is bluntâso very him. But when his free hand reaches out to tug you closer by the end of your shirt, strong arms wrapping around both your son and youâThat says enough on its own, too.
You press soft kisses against his chinâa shy, âOkay,â passing against his skin in return. You press your finger against Asaanâs cheek, smiling at the little gurgle he does as heâs finished off his bottle.Â
"You think Papaâs gonna join us outside for lunch this time, hm?âÂ
âI can't trust yoâ ass outside without me no more. Don't even know why you askin'."
You flick his temple, âThatâs not my fault Claude acted like heâs never seen breasts before!â You pout, âTheyâre just a little bigger.â
Onyankopon scowls instantly at the mention of Claude.
 âYoâ ass better stop sayinâ that nigga name if you want him to keep breathinâ.âÂ
The growl in his voice is only half serious, before it melts into something teasingâeyes trailing down your chest with a smirk. Â
"Can't blame âem though. You know what they lookin' like,â he grunts, "'Specially since youâ been wearin' them thin ass robes all week.âÂ
Asaan babbles suddenlyâtiny hands reaching out toward you as if sensing the shift in conversation between his parents. Onyankopon immediately turns competitive againââNah, say Papa, lilâ man.â Â
You lean in closerââNooo, say Momma!ââbouncing on your toes to coax those first syllables from him, Onyankopon making exaggerated clicking noises near the baby's ear just to distract him from choosing you instead. And just like that, you were a family again.Â
It's ridiculous.
But itâs perfect.
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ăĄăąăâ listen, i wasnât supposed to even be writing a new fic, so idk how we got here? LMAO. but that doesnât matter, we got it! + i actually really like this one. itâs cute, hot, funny, sexy. i had fun writing it. i hope yâall enjoy it too, teehee. love yâall, glad to be back.
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DOMINANT NOTES OF BLACK CHERRY SLIDE ACROSS YOUR TONGUE, STELLA ROSE ALWAYS BEING A FAVORITE WITHIN YOUR WINERY COLLECTION.Â
It was your favorite day of the weekâFriday to be exact, the weekend right around the corner as you looked forward to girlâs night. Always hosted at your apartment, taking place on the porch if it wasnât too hot. But it wasnâtâthe weather was perfect tonight.Â
âIâm tellinâ you girl, Stella Rose: Red, is good too!â
âIâm not really into plum notes. What about the Moscato version?âÂ
The porch was adorned with an abundance of foliageâlarge spider plants, devilâs ivy, pothosâthe leaves all different shades of green. There were also white lights hanging across the bars, the soft glow basking your group in a warm, yellow glow.Â
As each of your friends guzzle down the sweet liquid, the sound of their laughter floats through the air. Your wine glasses clink together as the bottles rest on the table. Charcuterie is set outâdried fruits, crackers, cheeseâeverything was set up for a good night.
Pen scurrying across your journal, your glasses tip at your nose as you flick your round eyes briefly towards your closed textbook. You werenât supposed to be thinking about homework, but you couldnât help but ponder over the last question youâd gotten wrong on your previous assignment.
âLawdâThere she goâ with her nose in that textbook.âÂ
Your lashes peer upward.Â
âSorry. Did you try the Peach one?âÂ
Three girls are sitting on the porch with you. Theyâre all different from one anotherâwith two wearing oversized sweaters and a pair of leggings, while your one friend, Ruya, wears a form fitting dress, black strappy sandals on her feet.Â
Ruya, who is a nurse, sighs at you.
âItâs girlâs night, girl. Not study night.â
âI know, I know,â you mutter back, âItâs justâwhy canât you help me study again? Didnât you have Anatomy in nursing school?âÂ
The other two girls shake their headsâLola, whoâs an attorney and Kimora, who runs a local restaurant, both of their gazes flicker between you and Ruya.Â
âThat was freshman year,â Ruya reminds, âBesidesâI barely passed with a B.âÂ
âB?â Lola quirked an eyebrow at her friend, âYou got a C. You called us sayinâ you were gonna beat up your professor, remember? The nigga nearly flunked you out of school.âÂ
âSo nobody wants to help is what Iâm hearing,â you murmur, dropping your pen.Â
âWe can tell you whether or not blue cheese is a good palette cleanser with your favorite wine,â Kimora hums, âWe should be having girl talk right now!â
You sigh, realizing she was right.Â
Closing your textbook with an exhale, your french tips reach for your wine glassâyou take a gentle sip as you tilt your head, âSo, how âbout you tell us how you and the hubby are doing? Youâve been so hard to reach since he moved yâall up in that big house in the Garden District.âÂ
Kimora chuckles, arms crossing over her chest. Her gold bangles clink when she moves, fingers grasping her glass with slender fingers decorated with rings.Â
âItâs been great. Just as great as we thought itâd be, you know?â Her lashes flutter, a soft smile pulling at her plump lips, âHeâs so busy with work sometimes, the lack of sex can make me a bit fussyâbut he makes up for it with every Birkin bag.â
âGod, donât even bring up the word sex. Me and my fiancĂš havenât slept together in likeâthree days!â Lola groans, âI think Iâm losing hearing in my left ear.â
Everyone laughs at Lolaâs expense, her pout growing.Â
âIâm being serious!â She declares.Â
âAt least you donât have a doctor like Kimora,â Ruya shakes her head, âI donât think I could handle the schedule. Me and my man have agreed that he cut down hours at the car shop, so he can spend time with me and the baby, yâknow? Sheâs only three months old, but I donât want her to feel unattached from her father. What if babies can feel abandoned?âÂ
âLike dogs?â Kimora questions.
âBabies arenât dogs, Kim. Geez. Iâm just saying.âÂ
You chuckle, âDogs, really?â you question Kimora, who shrugs.Â
âI read somewhere that dogs are actually very intelligent.âÂ
âI agree,â you hum, fingers toying with the stem of your wine glass, âGodâI want a dog so bad, but my scheduleâs too tight.âÂ
âOh hell. Please donât get a dog,â Ruya interjects, âYou barely have enough time for yourself as it is. Iâm honestly shocked you can make space for girlâs night every Fridayâspeaking of sex, when do you even have time to rub on your own clit?â
âJesus, Ruya!â
You shake your head, âIâm fine, okay? Iâm justâhaving a little self journey involving preservation. I havenât looked at my own vagina unless Iâm showering or getting it waxed.â
âHere we go,â Lola shakes her head.
Ruya rolls her eyes, but laughs, âNo, but seriouslyâYou donât even have time to cook, yet you think youâll have time to take care of a pet?âÂ
You pout.Â
âIâd name it Oreo.âÂ
âOreo would lick his own balls for self preservation, so whatâs wrong with a little DJâing downstairs?âÂ
Her words make everyone scoffâLola and Kimora burst out laughing.Â
âPlease never refer to masturbation as DJâing again!â Lola begs, head shaking.
Ruya holds up her hands, âAll Iâm saying is you need a little fun in your life instead of studying all the timeâA.K.A? You need some dick, girl.âÂ
âGod,â Kimora sighs, âYouâre filthy, Ruya.â
You groan, shaking your headâthis has been a discussion between you and your friends for forever.Â
âSorry that Iâm not trynaâ flash my pussy to all of the Westbank. Maybe my education is more important, Mrs. Wife and Kid.âÂ
Ruya glares at you, pointing a finger in your direction, âDonât bring my baby into this, girl.âÂ
Her warning makes you roll your eyes.
âSorry, sorryâmy bad. Iâm just saying. Itâs not that simple for me, okay? You know how difficult my parents are? The last thing I need is a man.âÂ
âNot all men are going to try and control you, girl,â Lola counters, âNot everyone is like your helicopter parents.â
âThatâs what this is about?â Ruya questions, âThatâs why you wouldnât go out with my fiancĂšâs friend?â
Your eyes flicker to Ruya, your back straight as your fingers fidget with your necklace.Â
âI didnât even see what he looked like, Ruya,â you retorted, âThereâs no way in hell Iâm going out with some random dude I donât even knowâlook, I appreciate the gesture, okay? I appreciate everyoneâs take on my sad, single life. Iâm content, alright? Can we stop? Please?âÂ
The girls all share looks, each of them wearing a sympathetic frown.Â
They mean wellâtruly, they doâthey care. Theyâre just worried about you. Especially since youâre almost thirty, and youâre more focused on work than a love life.Â
âIâm sorry, boo.âÂ
Ruyaâs the first to apologize, âWeâre not here to tear you down about being single. Itâs justâwe have this love and family for ourselves, we wanna see you have that, with an amazing careerâ you know? Youâre sexy and big brained, any man would be lucky to have you.âÂ
âYou just deserve a good time,â Kimora adds.Â
âWeâre not tryna be mean. We just love you, okay?â
You sigh, feeling the guilt weigh you downâyou love these women like sisters, they only wanted what was best for you.Â
âI know youâre not trying to be mean,â you nod, ââSorry for getting defensive.âÂ
Everyone smiles reassuringly at you in unison, âItâs okay, girl.âÂ
Kimora then exhalesâshe takes an unopened bottle of Stella Rose: Blueberry, âLetâs pop open this bad boy, huh? Iâm not feelinâ wine drunk yet!âÂ
âHell yeah!âÂ
âThisâll be my last glass,â Lola comments, reaching for the unopened bottle, plucking the top off with a corkscrew, âI gotta work in the morning.âÂ
âGodâyouâre such an adult,â Ruya deadpans.Â
âShut up.âÂ
You smile, as they always made you do.
The warm glow of the string lights dances across flushed cheeks as the girls giggle, now pleasantly tipsyâglasses half empty, voices a little louder, limbs loose with laughter. Kimora sways slightly in her seat as she dramatically recounts her latest restaurant drama, while Lola rolls her eyes but canât hide her smirk. Ruya leans back in her chair, fanning herself with one hand and swirling her wine with the other. Â
Then, a bark interrupts the silent night.Â
A deep canine sound cuts through their chatter like a gunshot. All four heads swivel toward the street below your terrace, railing like synchronized puppets. Â
And there it isâa man.Â
Broad shoulders stretch against his black tee, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, all the way to his neck where a small cross rests just under his left eye like some kind of divine warning label. His Cane Corso trots beside him on a heavily chained leashâa beast just as intimidating as its ownerâtongue lolling between sharp teeth as it pants eagerly at something unseen down the block.  Â
Kimoraâs wine glass freezes halfway to her lips.
âOh?âÂ
Lola blinks like sheâs trying to reboot reality itself, and Ruya? Her mouth drops. Her jaw literally unhinges so hard you hear it creak, she whisperâs, âWho the hell is that?â
His skin glows under the streetlamp, deep brown and smooth like aged whiskey, stretched taut over thick muscle that flexes as he adjusts his grip on the leash. The cross tattooed just beneath his left eye winks when he turns his head slightlyâdark eyes scanning lazily ahead while those full lips press into a hard line. The rest of him is a canvasâblack ink crawling up corded forearms, disappearing under rolled-up sleeves, only to resurface along the column of his neck where veins sit prominent against artful chaos. Â
And then thereâs his hairâtight cornrows braided straight back from a sharp widowâs peak, each plait gleaming like polished onyx before disappearing at his crown; neat enough for church, but dangerous enough to make you wonder what those hands could do if they werenât occupied with pounds of pure canine muscle beside him.
Intimidating? Undoubtedly.Â
Your throat goes dry.Â
Ruya peeks over the balcony, âDamn. Thatâs the type of nigga your husband would get mad at you for just lookinâ at.â
âThatâs the type of nigga you have an affair with,â Kimora blinks, leaning towards her friend as she also watches him.
âYâall shut up,â Lola whispers, âGirlâdo you know him?â
"GirlâŠ.thatâs the neighbor I told y'all about," you murmur, voice lower like he might somehow hear, âHe moved in a month ago. I see him walking that monster of a dog sometimes when I'm leaving for work." Â
Ruya's eyebrows shoot up so fast they nearly disappear into her hairline. Â
"Waitâthis is the new neighbor thatâs kinda cute?!â Her whisper is practically a screech at this point, hands flying to grip the balcony rail like she might vault over it if given enough incentive, âOh my god. You lied!âÂ
Kimora chokes on her wine mid sip, coughing into her hand before wheezing outââHollonââYou never said he looked like that!âÂ
âI didnât think it mattered!â you hiss back defensively, still keeping your voice low.Â
Lola just shakes her head slowly, disappointed but not surprised by this critical omission of detail. The four of you crouch like naughty children as you and your friends peer over the edge of the balconyâstaring.Â
He mumbles something low to the dog, voice seemingly deep even from afar. But thatâs when it happensâhe pauses when the animal suddenly sits and lets out a low warning bark, ears pulled back as its eyes narrowâits gaze fixed on the unit you lived in.Â
The man follows the dog's gaze. And then? They lock right with yours.
Ruya, Kimora, and Lola immediately drop to their hands and knees, flattening against the ground as they hide like their lives depend on it. Your eyes go wide as you look down at them, âDonât be weirdâget up!â
âNo, now you have to go say something! He caught us!â
âMe?!â you whisper yell, âI wasnât the one stalking!â
Ruya grabs your ankle and yanksâsuddenly you're on your knees beside them, wine glass clutched like a lifeline as all four of you huddle like spies behind the railing.Â
Kimora peeks through the gaps, her whisper franticââOh my fuckinâ hell, heâs still looking.âÂ
And oh god, he is. One thick eyebrow arches slowly over those hooded eyes, the dog letting out another chuff, tail thumping against pavement while its ownerâs lips twitch.Â
Ruya pinches your thigh under the table, âGo!âÂ
Lola shoves you inside the house, âYouâre the one that lives here!â
âI donât even have clothes on!ââ
Sometimes? You hated your friends. Now, you were scurrying down to the ground level of your apartment, the squeak of your bunny slippers patting along the concreteâyou can already feel your nerves getting the best of you as you get closer to that broad frame of his, the dog immediately turning to recognize your presence first.Â
âExcuse me?â
Those dark, hooded eyes drag from the sidewalk up your frame. And God, standing this close? You realize just how huge he isâtowering over you with shoulders that block out the streetlights behind him, tattoos peeking from beneath his rolled sleeves as thick fingers flex around the dogâs leash. Â
The animal sniffs toward your bunny slippers first, wet nose bumping against fuzzy pink fabric, then letting out a low huff of approval. Â
But unlike the dog? His gaze doesnât stop at your feet. Â
It lingers on your hips barely hidden beneath those sweatpants, traveling up past the curve of your waist where caramel skin disappears under a long sleeve white tee. The outline of full breasts were impossible to ignore as his eyes flicker there for half a second too longâfreckled cheeks dusted in brown tones and lips painted deep pink by nature alone; glasses catching moonlight when you nervously adjust them atop flushed cheekbones, dotted with brown constellations across smooth skin.
His nostrils flare subtly at bergamot laced vanilla curling off heated flesh. Finally, he meets your almond-shaped eyes blinking back at him through round frames, onyx curls draping all around your face and body as you tilt your head.Â
Looking at him closer, your brain short circuits.
So you sayâ
âDoes your dog bite?â
The corner of his mouth twitches, just barely.Â
That one little movement makes your stomach flip. The way that small shift in expression cuts through all that heavy stoicism makes you realize heâs got a dimple on one side. Â
A single, deadly dimple.
The dog huffs again, licking its jowls as it sits obediently at his sideâstill eyeing your slippers with vague interest. Â
His voice comes out deep; gravel scraping velvet, âDepends.âÂ
One thick brow arches higher as he lets the word hang between you two, âYou planninâ on pissinâ him off?â
Your mouth parts a bit. Then, movement catches above you. Three heads pop up from behind porch rails only to dip back down immediately when noticed againâyour friends are literally spectating this train wreck instead of helping steer this conversation away from disaster.Â
Traitors, all of them.
âNo! Iâum,â you try to think of words to say, but you could only think about the way this man could probably see your nipples through the fabric of your top. You then manage to get out, âI justâI thought your dog was pretty, âwanted to know what breed it was. I have a dogâI mean, no I dontâI want a dog.â
That dimple deepensâjust for a split secondâbefore his face smooths back into that unreadable mask. The dog, sensing your nerves, lets out a soft whine and nudges your hand with its massive head. Â
His eyes flicker to the porch where your friends are now failing spectacularly at pretending theyâre not eavesdroppingâKimoraâs shoe is visibly sticking out from behind the railingâThen back to you. Â
âCane Corso,â he says finally, voice low like itâs some kind of secret just for you, âItalian mastiff.â
âOh,â you nod, âRight. Heâs umâheâs a cutie,â you smile a bit, âCan I pet him?â
âGonâ head, been trynaâ teach him to be more polite around strangers.â
Your fingers smooth over the tip of his head, rubbing both palms against the side of the animal's faceâyou lean in, âPeople are scared of you, hm? But youâre a sweetie bean.âÂ
Why was it easier talking to a dog than a man?
You realize this as you scratch under its chinâyou clear your throat to ask, âWhatâs his name?â
"Bully."Â Â
That one word rumbles out of him like thunder cracking over the bayouâlow, inevitable, and somehow amused beneath all that stoicism. Bully immediately flops onto its back at your feetâexposing a belly speckled with pink scars and thick muscle, it kicks its legs in the air like some overgrown puppy begging for rubs. Â
You blink down at the beast currently acting like a glorified teddy bear before slowly dragging your gaze back up to his ownerâs faceâhis goatee wafts a fruity scent, seemingly oil, you assume.Â
âWhyâd you name him Bully?â
ââNigga got an attitude most of the time.â
The seriousness in his voice somehow makes you a bit amusedâit garners a real giggle from your lips, your fingers splaying over Bullyâs stomach to pat rubs onto itâyou then murmur, âWell, Iâd hope your owners name isnât as scary as yours, hm?â
His chest shakes with a silent chuckle. A deep, barely-there vibration that makes your fingertips tingle where they're buried in Bully's fur. Â
"Onyankopon.â
Your nose scrunches before you can stop it, âThatâs long."Â
The corner of his mouth twitches againâdimple warning, âCall me Ony, then."Â Â
Bully chooses that exact moment to roll onto his side and nearly crush your bunny slippers under pure muscle, tail thumping against the pavement as if approving this entire interaction.
You catch his eyes as you stand, the invitation of his name somehow making you more nervous. You tug a curl of your hair, adjusting your glasses reflexively as your cheeks flushâyou nod, âItâs nice to meet you. You umâlive here?âÂ
Girl.
âI meanâyou live in this unit? Did you just move here? Oh god, I sound like a stalkerâI just meant, do you like it?â
That dimple breaks free again, before his face smooths back into something unreadable. Â
âMoved in âbout a month ago,â he confirms. His thumb flicks toward the unit across from yours, âQuiet over there. 'Cept for Fridays.â Â
His eyes cut pointedly up to your balcony, three pairs of hands clearly gripping the railing as they eavesdrop. Kimoraâs wine glass nearly tips overâice clinking violently as she jerks back out of sight again with an audible âShit!âÂ
Onyankopon doesnât even blink, âYâall do this every week?âÂ
You bury your face in your hands, caught in your entire plan. Your freckles practically go pink as you nod, âYeah, we do.âÂ
Bully whines sympathetically, licking your ankle through one bunny slipper.
Onyankopon hums like heâs filing that information away somewhere. Something about him scares you. Heâs quiet, observant.
You sigh, âIâm sorry. My friends are the most annoying people on the planet, we werenât trying to seem creepy. TheyâŠthought I should introduce myself,â you briefly explain, âI really thought your dog was cute though, I donât have enough time to get one of my own.â
He studies you for a long moment. Those hooded eyes trace the nervous way your fingers twist together before landing back on your face. Â
âYou work nights,â he says suddenlyânot a question, an observation.Â
Your brows knit together, âHow did youââ
âI be hearinâ yoâ lilâ ass sneakinâ through the gate âround three in the morninâ.â Â
That single sentence lands between you two with all the subtlety of a grenade, his voice casual while your mouth drops open slightly. It takes everything in you not to whip around and glare up at your friends who are definitely losing their minds listening to this right now.
âI, umâYeah,â you admit, voice dropping an octave like youâre sharing classified intel, âI work at the funeral home on ChartresââEmbalming right now, but finishing up my Mortician license soon.â Â
You brace for that familiar flicker of discomfort in peopleâs eyes when they hear about your job. Or worseâinvasive questions about corpses like youâre some walking encyclopedia on decomposition. Â
But Onyankopon? He just nods.Â
He glances down to his dog before muttering, âMortician, huh? Thatâs why I ainât never smell no food cookinâ when I walk by?â
That gets another small smile from you.Â
You pull a curl behind your ear, âIâm not the best cook,â you admit, âDefinitely not the first thing I tell on a date. But umâsince you see me coming in from work, Iâve seen you leave for work a couple of timesâeither youâre a secret agent, or youâre the first person Iâve met to also be an Embalmer.âÂ
His chest rumbles with a quiet laughâjust once, sharp and deep. Â
âFirefighter,â he corrects, jerking his chin toward the faded emblem on his left pec where NOLA FD sits half-hidden beneath taut fabric, âStation 7.â Â
Bully huffs like even heâs judging your terrible cooking confession, flopping onto his side again to expose more belly as if trying to derail this entire conversation back into petting him instead. Â
Onyankopon watches you chew your bottom lip. He then asks, âSo what you be sayinâ on dates, then? âSides the fact that you canât cook.â
Another dumb giggle bubbles upâpartly from the wine, partly from the way his eyes havenât left your face since you walked up. You adjust your glasses again, a nervous habit. Â
âWell,â you sigh, âI donât lead with how I spend my days elbow deep in formaldehyde.â Â
That gets another rumble of laughter out of himâricher this time, vibrating through his chest like distant thunder. Bullyâs tail thumps approvingly against the pavement between you two. Â
âWhat? That ainât romantic enough for âem?â
You muse, âIâve literally had men ask if my hands smell like embalming fluid on a regular basis. You can say it scares people off.âÂ
âAinât never met nobody who could scare off weak niggas just by tellinâ âem what they do for a living,â that dimple flickers againâbrief but deadly, âShit sounds efficient.â
It takes everything in you not to visibly swoon at the compliment. The combination of his voice doing that gravelly rumble thing and his unapologetic honesty? It's intoxicating in a way you can't explain. Of course, now that youâre over the shock of him not completely recoiling in horror over your profession, you really start to notice how ridiculously attractive he is.  Â
Those tattoos on his arms, that sharp jaw and those perfect teeth behind his plush lipsâ
âIâI mean yeah! Yeah, it umââ a nervous laugh slips out as you straighten up too fast, nearly tripping over Bullyâs sprawled legs, âDefinitely filters out the losers.âÂ
Somewhere above you comes Kimoraâs muffled âOh my god!â, followed by Ruya violently shushing her.Â
Onyankoponâs gaze flickers down to where your fingers play with your hair, lingering on the curve of your bottom lip for a second too long. Â
âMight wanna tell yoâ friends they ainât slick.â
You glance back up, before looking back to him.Â
âI might need the fire department after Iâm done with all three of them.â
He snortsâa quiet, barely there sound that makes you realize you've actually managed to catch him off guard. But then, he does that thing again where his expression goes back to carefully blank. It's somehow even more dangerous because of the intensity of his eyesâdark and focused as they watch you fidget like a cornered animal.Â
âWell, Iâm gonna go. Yeah, I umâneed toâdo something.â
Onyankopon doesnât move. He doesnât even blink, just lets you drown in your own flustered words while Bully whines pitifully at your feet, like even the dog knows this escape attempt is pathetic. Â
âDo somethinâ,â he repeats slowly, voice dropping to that rough timbre again.Â
A beat passes. Two. Thenâ Â
âAight.â Â
That single word shouldnât feel like a challenge, but it does. Especially when paired with the way he steps back just enough to let you fleeâknowing full well youâre gonna have to walk past all six-foot-whatever of him to get away while your friends silently cheer from the balcony above.
You give Bully one last scratch behind his earsââBye, Bully,â you coo, voice an octave higher than normal. Then, turning to Onyankopon with what you hope is a casual smileâbut probably looks more like a grimaceââNice meeting you.â Â
âNice meetinâ you too.â
You pivot on your heelâimmediately tripping over absolutely nothing, catching yourself before face-planting into the pavement. You donât dare look back to see if Onyankoponâs dimple made another appearance at your expense.
You just scurry forward, locking your eyes back towards your terrace as your friends freak out, in which you yell from below, âOh my god, that was horrible. Immaâ kill yâall!â
And that dimple? Did in fact reappear.Â
The next week of your life hadnât changed by much. If anything, it was a little more interesting. Ever since youâd had that conversation with Onyankopon, you were finding yourself running into him, seeing him, stumbling over your words each time you talked to him. It wasnât your friends to blame now, you were justâshy.
That first time you passed him was in the hallway on your way to work, his uniform stretched taut over those broad shoulders, NOLA FD emblem gleaming under the fluorescent lights as he adjusted his duffel bag. Heâd paused when he saw you, dark eyes dragging from your freckled face down to the textbook clutched against your chest like armor. Youâd offered a shy little waveâall fingers wiggling awkwardly before tucking a curl behind your ear. Â
And Onyankopon? Smirked. That dimple carved into his cheek for half a second before he nodded back and kept walkingâleaving you standing there feeling like youâd just been branded by that look alone.
Then came the gym incident.
You hadn't meant to spy, but when you glanced out your kitchen window while washing dishes one evening, there he was across the courtyard; shirtless and glisteningÂ
as he worked through reps with weights that should've been illegal in size. Every muscle in his back flexed with movementâtattoos rippled over sweat slick skin, cornrows perfectly intact despite exertion.
You'd dropped an entire plate into soapy water loud enough for him to freeze, head tilting slightly toward where the sound came fromâ
Your curtains snapped shut so fast they nearly tore off their rod.
But worst of all? The patio debacle.Â
 After another grueling embalming session where formaldehyde clung stubbornly beneath fingernails, you stepped onto the balcony hoping fresh air would clear that lingering chemical scentâyou froze when you saw him.
There he was, framed within his own apartment window tugging a black tee over an ink-streaked torso, defined abs leading down to a deep v-line, hips disappearing into low-slung sweatpants hanging dangerously loose. And from the thin material? Itâs big, girthy, long.
Was this man orchestrating your downfall?Â
It didnât help that friends won't shut up about him eitherâ Just give Big Daddy your number already!Â
Giving him your number mightâve solved all the issues of your short circuiting each time you saw him, but you just didnât want to make a fool of yourself if he wasnât interested. So, you played it cool.Â
Well, not cool enough.
The universe was absolutely conspiring against you. Â
Three days after your last humiliating encounter with Onyankopon, youâd decidedâagainst all better judgmentâto attempt cooking real food for once. No more microwave meals, no more takeout. You were going to make jambalaya like a proper New Orleans girl if it killed you. Â
Which apparently, it nearly did. Â
You had your laptop propped up on the counter, an instructional video playing at full volumeââNow add the holy trinityâbell peppers, onions, celeryââ while your Mortuary Science textbook sat open beside it, chapter on arterial embalming glaring up at you in stark black and white. Between frantically stirring what was slowly becoming charcoal in your pot and trying to memorize which vessels required the most pressure during fluid injection? Disaster was inevitable.
One second youâre squinting at a diagram of the brachial arteryâ
The next? Flames.Â
Not just a little kitchen mishap either; orange tongues licked hungrily up toward your cabinets as oil spattered violently from an overheating pan of sausage links. In true dramatic fashion, your brain short circuited into full-blown panic mode.Â
"FIRE! FIRE! OH MY GOD. I'M GONNA DIE LIKE THIS?â Â
Between sobbing into your hands and desperately fanning smoke toward open windows with anatomy flashcards, the fire went out, leaving behind mildly charred cabinets. But ohâthe blaring smoke detector overhead now screeched like a banshee straight from hell itself, warning the entire complex about the crime youâd just committed.
Peeking through the blinds, your stomach drops like a stone. The entire apartment complex is outsideâneighbors in robes, pajamas, even one lady clutching her cat carrier like sheâs prepared for Armageddon. The flashing red lights of the fire truck paint everyoneâs faces in alternating pulses of panic as your manager scurries around with a clipboard, visibly doing headcounts. Â
Then you see him.Â
Onyankopon steps out of the truckâfully geared up in his NOLA FD uniform; thick suspenders strapped over broad shoulders as he speaks into his radio. His partnerâa shorter but equally serious-looking guy with salt and pepper hairânods toward your building just as the apartment manager throws her hands up mid-count.
You duck away from blinds so fast they rattleâbut that knock comes exactly three minutes later, firm enough to shake the doorframe.
You consider pretending death for half a second.Â
And there they standâSalt and Pepper looks mildly concerned, while Onyankopon wears an expression of sheer disbelief once he gets a full view of the disaster zone behind you. Smoke curls the ceiling lazily around that still screaming detector; charred remained jambalaya clinging to the pot pathetically, your textbook splayed graphic images of embalming diagrams right beside your laptop currently blaringâ âAnd thatâs how you make the perfect Roux!âÂ
âMaâam,â Salt and Pepper starts gently, âWe had reports of smoke coming from this unitââ
ââManager says you were the only tenant unaccounted for,â Onyankopon cuts smoothly, âWhat happened in here?â
You're standing there in oversized sweats with a headful of messy curls, soot smudged cheeks and an expression like a puppy that's gotten into troubleâhell, you're pretty sure your nose is even twitching from holding back tears. But instead of cackling like the universe seemed intent on making you endure? Onyankopon's face remains perfectly impassiveâjust quietly studying the mess around you like he's trying to make sense of the situation.
You nearly sob then and there.
"I was justâI was cooking! I was trying to cook and study andâIâI didn't mean toâ"
To your surprise, Onyankopon's voice softens.Â
 "Hey, Mama. Breathe. You know you can talk to me, stop allatâ.â
âYou know her?â Salt and Pepper questions.
Onyankopon doesnât even glance at his partner, eyes locked on you as he steps forwardâjust enough to block the full view of your disaster kitchen from Salt and Pepperâs prying gaze.Â
His voice drops lower, rough but steady like heâs talking someone off a ledgeâwhich, given the way your bottom lip is trembling? Might actually be necessary. Â
âAinât nobody hurt,â he mutters, âBuilding still standinâ. You put it out yoâself?â Â
You nod frantically, wiping at your face with the back of your hand only to realize itâs covered in flour and something suspiciously sticky, âI used baking soda, learned that in one of my classes.â
For one second, Onyankopon's expression does something complicatedâlike he's fighting six different reactions at once.
âGood.âÂ
That single word shouldn't feel like absolutionâbut it does. Especially when paired with the way his thumb brushes over your wrist when he hands you his handkerchief, âCâmon, let us do our job so we can clear this alarm.â
Still trembling a little, you clutch the handkerchief in your hands and look up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Â
"Did I actually almost burn down the building?" you ask weakly, your voice barely above a whisper, âBecause it really felt like I did."Â Â
Onyankopon exhales through his noseâalmost like he's holding back a laugh but doesn't want to set you off again. He tilts his head just slightly, and that damn dimple makes an appearance as he murmurs, âNah. But if it'd been worse? âCoulda carried you out over my shoulder,â a beat, âDramatically.â
The unexpected humor catches you so off guard that a giggle bubbles up before you can stop itâwhich only makes him smirk harder.
Salt and Pepper looks between the two of you like heâs witnessing some kind of code red workplace violation. He clears his throat pointedly, motioning towards the smoke detector still wailing overhead, âWe should probablyââ
âRight,â Onyankopon cuts smoothly without breaking eye contact with you, âBut next time? Maybe stick to orderinâ takeout.â
You press the handkerchief to your face in mortified defeat as they finally step insideâleaving Salt and Pepper to handle technicalities while Onyankopon lingers just close enoughâ and, for his low chuckle to ghost over your ear when he addsâ
âOr call me.â
The next few days were painful.Â
After your apartment manager gave you a strongly worded lecture about fire safetyâcomplete with pamphlets and an emergency evacuation plan shoved into your handsâyou went full hermit mode. Only leaving for work and coming straight home, avoiding eye contact with every neighbor who may or may not have witnessed the Great Jambalaya Incident. Â
You had an exam coming up, so burying yourself in embalming fluid ratios and cranial sutures was a decent enough distractionâexcept when your mind would inevitably wander back to him.Â
Today was also Sunday. Saints game day, football being your one true love outside of mortuary science. Your two-piece set clung in all the right places, gold and black Saints logo stamped across shorts that barely covered the curve of your ass, long sleeved top hugging every dip of your waist before plunging just low enough to tease your full cleavage. Your curls were pulled back by a headband while still cascading past your hips; lashes thick from extensions, catching sunlight as your freckles glowed against caramel skin.Â
You're bent over checking the mail when his shadow falls across yoursâ
âHeadinâ out?âÂ
You jump, mail scattering as you spin around to find Onyankopon standing there. He also wears a long sleeveâfootball logo large on the materialâmolding around his muscular frame like it was painted on him, durag and cargo pants making him attractively relaxed.Â
âUhââ You scramble for words while gathering fallen envelopes, âI was. But Ruya has food poisoning, Lola got caught up with her husband, and Kimora just ghosted. SoâIâm just gonnaâ watch upstairs, do some studying too.âÂ
His gaze flicks pointedly towards your textbook sat atop of the mailboxes, Embalming & Restorative Techniques Vol 2.
Onyankopon tilts his head, dark eyes scanning over your figure with a slowâalmost lazyâappreciation that makes you feel seen in a way that's unfamiliar.Â
"âSaintsâ colors look good on you," before his gaze drifts pointedly to your shorts, "Even got allatâ ass pokin' out.â
Your breath catches, cheeks flooding with heat as you straighten upâtoo fast, nearly dropping the mail again. His smirk deepens at your fluster, that damn dimple making another appearance. Â
âYou umâwatching the game too?â You blurt out, desperate to deflect from how his words just made your brain go blank.Â
Onyankopon hums in affirmation.
 He then questions, âYou gotâ a headache?âÂ
You blink up at him like a deer in headlights. You then remember you had been rubbing your temples before he walked over, âOhâYeah, probably from studying too much. Iâm always squinting, even with my glasses on.â
"Nah," he murmurs, "âHeadache probably came from suckin' allatâ smoke in."Â
You swallow as his gaze lingers on you for a beat longer. Then, he nods towards the stairs, "You said you finnaâ watch the game?â
Onyankopon doesnât wait for your answerâjust adjusts the strap of his durag with one hand, while the other gestures toward the stairwell like this is a foregone conclusion. Â
âYou can study at mine,â he says simply, ââTV loud enough that you can watch from the couch while I cook.â Â
The offer hangs between you twoâheavy and loaded despite how casual he makes it sound. His eyes flick down to where your teeth worry at your bottom lip, voice rough around the edges, âAinât gotta worry âbout burninâ my place down either.â
âFunny, butâI couldnât ask you to do that.â
Onyankopon doesnât budgeâjust arches a brow, stepping closer until his shadow swallows yours whole. Â
"You ain't askin'," he corrects smoothly, plucking your book right out of your grip, âI'm tellin'."
His apartment was immaculateâmodern, open, almost minimalist. The kind of space you'd find in an interior decorating magazine, but with a distinctly masculine feel. Dark wood, black and brown furnishings. Art pieces and family photos adorn the walls. The only spots of color come from the vibrant pillows and blankets strewn across the sectional, Saints jersey hung in a frame next to a mini bar that looks stocked to the gills with top shelf liquor. The TV plays the pregame, volume low.Â
You're too busy staring around the place to notice Bully bounding up until he all but knocks you overâyou giggle as you nearly stumble back.
Onyankopon scolds the dog with an amused shake of his head, "Bully, goddamn,â as he reaches down to scratch behind the dog's ears, âYou can't just jump on a woman like that, boy. You gon' hurt her."
âItâs okay,â your murmur softly. You place your other textbook on the table, tugging him down to lay on his stomachââYou missed me, sweetie bean? I missed you too.â
Bully rolls onto his back like he's never seen better days, tail thumping against the floor in ecstasy. He whines, tongue lolling like he's smiling. His tail thwacks the floor.Â
âDonât be givinâ that nigga too much attention, he already spoiled.â
ââThat right? Papa spoils you, hm?â You coo, âThatâs okay. You deserve all the love and kisses.â
Onyankopon stands there watching you, eyes darkly amused as he murmurs, "I'm startin' to think you only came over for the dog."
âDonât listen to him,â you murmur, âHeâs just jealous.âÂ
You grin up at him without thinking, sunshine-bright and unguarded, before realizing how close he is. How domestic this all feels. Your smile falters slightly as heat creeps up your neck.
Onyankopon notices immediately. That smirk returns full force as he pushes off the door, âSit down âfore you start petting him like yâall married or some shit.â Â
Bully whimpers when you stop scratching him, trotting after you like a shadow while Onyankopon moves to the fridge. Â
ââYou drink?âÂ
âDid you forget Iâm trynaâ study? I canât be giggling over my textbook.â
You take a second to think though, âUnless you have Stella Rose in there.â
His chuckle is low as he pulls out a chilled bottle of Stella Rose: Black, âYouâ in luck,â he murmurs, pouring with practiced ease, coming over to hand you the glass from where you sit. The deep red liquid swirls as he taps his glass against yours, ââTo not burninâ shit down this time.âÂ
âFunny.â Â
You canât fight the smile tugging at your lips, Bully immediately plopping his heavy head onto your lap like he owns you now. Â
âGame starts inâ ten,â Onyankopon gestures towards your textbook, âBetter hurry up with allatâ studyinâ. Saints donât wait for nobody.â
He settles into the sectional beside youâall casual, spread legs, one arm stretched across the back of the couch, body angled toward yours like he's got all the time in the world. Even Bully gives up his spot on your lap to circle around you and collapse on top of his owner's feet, huffing contentedly when his big hand starts scratching under the dog's chin without looking away from you.Â
You sigh, âItâd speed up the process if you were a geniusâyou know anything about Pathology?â you slide your textbook along your lap, tucking your legs on the left side of your body.
âDepends,â he rumbles, âYou talkinâ forensic pathology or just general shit?â Â
Your eyebrows shoot up, âSmart man.â
âFirefighter EMT certification had us studyinâ some wild shit,â Then, quieter, âPlus, my lilâ sister aâ pre-med.â Â
âSeems like the whole family wants to save the world. Youâre like Superman,â you hum, âWhat part of New Orleans are yâall from?â
He chuckles at thatâlow and deep, â9th Ward,â He nods, watching your eyes go slightly wide.Â
He adds, âWhat, you thought a nigga was gonâ say Uptown?âÂ
âNo, I justââÂ
He cuts you off with a shake of his headânot mad, âRelax,â he mutters, leaning back slightly, âAinât shit wrong with being from Uptown if thatâs where you at,â His thumb brushes against the fabric of the couch near your shoulder, like he's resisting touching you outright. Â
âWe moved out when I was âbout sixteen after Katrina fucked up everythinâ,â The way he says it is has no pity expectedâbefore shifting gears smoothly, âBut yoâ turn now. Whereâ you from before this apartment tried killin' you?"
You shake your head, swirling the deep red in your glass before taking a sip, âBorn and raised Uptownâwhole familyâs still here.â Â
âExplains why you walk around like you own everythinâ but canât boil water.â Â
âRude!âÂ
âJust sayinâ.â
You both look at Bully who's now flopped between both of your legs, paws up like roadkill, âHe agrees with me."Â
The dog yawns. Traitorous animal.
Before either of y'all can retort thoughâthe game starts blaring from TV speakers loud enough to make you jump, the crowds roar filling the apartment as the Saints run onto the field.
You try hard to focus on your notes, highlighting key terms, murmuring definitions under your breathâbut it's impossible not to peek up every time Onyankopon leans forward, cussing at the TV like the players can actually hear him. Â
"Man, what kinda bullshit call was that? Thatâs a flag! Throw it, blind ass nigga!âÂ
Bully barks in agreement like he understands every word, pacing before plopping down dramatically when a play resumes. Â
Somehow though? The chaos is weirdly comforting. You find yourself smiling into your textbook whenever he gets particularly animated; his deep voice growling obscenities one second, then booming with celebration next as Saints score their first couple of touchdowns.
Halfway through the second quarterâand three glasses of Stella laterâyou've given up pretending to study entirely, leaning back against cushions while watching the game from over Onyankoponâs broad shoulder.
ââThought this nigga âboutta graduate,â he mutters without turning around, âNow she watchinâ the game instead.â
âThis class is kicking my ass,â you stressfully admit, âImmaâ just stay an Embalmer at this point.âÂ
âAight.â
 He reaches for the remote, lowering the volume slightly before twisting fully toward where your legs tuck; he notions, âTell me what ain't stickin'.â
You hesitate for half a second before sighing, flipping open your notebook to the most confusing section, âOkay, soâputrefaction. The stages keep tripping me up.â Â
âAight. Think of it like thisââ His finger taps against your notes as Bully rests his head on your thigh again for moral support, âStage one? Thatâs when shit first start lookinâ wrong but ain't smellin' yet. Themâ gases build up, and the body gonâ look like a microwaved balloon.âÂ
You giggle a bit, âSounds extremely gross when you put it that way.â
âStage two? Now we get stank,â He gestures loosely with his free hand, "Skin slippage, blisteringâlike when you leave chicken out too long and it turns green. Except this chicken used to be yoâ uncle."Â Â
âOnyankopon!âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
His grin is unrepentant, âIâm teachinâ, ain't I?â
âYou are, Professor. Continue.â
âBy stage three? Everything meltinâ. Liquefaction got fluids leakin' everywhereââÂ
âOkay! I got it now,â you giggle once more, âThank you.â
âThank me in yoâ valedictorian speech,â he stands from the sofa, âYou hungry now?â
âAfter you compared spoiled chicken to a decomposing body? Sure,â you muse, âWhat are you making, chef? Since Iâm apparently the worst cook on the planet.â
He shrugs off the playful insult like it's nothing, already stalking toward the kitchen with Bully following behind, âNot just a chef. Culinary King, baby.â Â
He then says, âGumbo. Real gumbo,â he tosses over his shoulder, "Ain't gonâ need no YouTube video for this either."Â
You watch from the couch as he moves around the kitchen, graceful for a man his size. His tatted arms flex as he chops vegetables with quick precision, sleeves rolled up to reveal more ink along his forearms; bold black lines weaving stories you can only guess at. Â
One tattoo in particular catches your eyeâa small, intricate design near his temple.Â
âThatâ one mean something?âÂ
His hand pauses briefly on the pot.Â
âYeah.â Â
A beat passes where the only sound is sizzling roux. Finally, âGot jumped in at fourteen,â he murmurs, âTook my face tatâ the same night.â Â
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean toââ
âItâs good, shawty. You jusâ wanna know.â
He then continues, âLost my lilâ brother not too long after,â The words come out rough-edged, âWrong place, wrong time type shit. Made me realize ain't no glory in that street shit either way.â
The confession hangs heavy between the both of you.Â
ââMoved Uptown right after," His voice gentles, âI finished school, got into the fire academy straight out. âWanted do somethin' that mattered more than colors onnaâ block."
You exhale, absorbing the weight of his answer.Â
A few beats pass before you venture, âI think you matter. Firefighter sounds much more cool than some nigga innaâ gang anyway.â Â
He huffs out a soft chuckle at that, âYou think I donât know Iâm cool?âÂ
You roll your eyes, a grin tugging at your lips, âNo, mister humble. You really donât know just how cool you are.â
You expect a retortâmaybe that cocky smirk you've come to find weirdly endearingâbut he surprises you with a genuine expression instead. It's softer, less guarded than his usual demeanor; the kind that makes you realize he isn't used to taking compliments. Â
Something about that makes your heart skip a beat, but he recovers quick enoughâthat smirk is back in full force as he murmurs, âYou know what is more important than allatâ? Food. This gumbo âboutta be straight fire, too.â
âLawd, here he goâ. Iâm judging like Gordon Ramsay.âÂ
âThatâs cool. We gonâ see.â
The fourth glass of Stella has definitely done its jobâloosening your limbs, flushing your skin, making every thought move slower. Â
Your textbook lays forgotten on the coffee table as you lounge against Bully like a makeshift pillow, fingers lazily stroking his fur while your gaze lingers on Onyankopon with newfound boldness.
Onyankopon checks on you as youâre silentâhe turns to see your low eyes, thick lashes locking onto him from across the kitchen island.Â
âYoâ headache gone?â
You swallow hard around sudden dryness in your throat, managing a weak nod followed by mumbled agreement, âMhm.âÂ
You donât realize, but youâre smiling a bit.
"Uh huh," he rumbles, âYou definitely feelin' that wine."
He wipes his hands on a towel before rounding the island toward youâeach step deliberate, unhurriedâuntil heâs towering over where youâre slumped against Bully. Â
"You good?" his thumb brushes your chin to tilt your face up toward him, "Or I need to cut you off?"
"I'm fine," You murmurâa little too breathless for someone who's supposed to be studying, âI thought you were feedinâ me?â you mindlessly pout in his palm, not realizing how you look beneath him.
He tuts softly, thumb tracing just under your chin, "Now whyâ you lookinâ at me like that?"Â
"Like what?"
Onyankopon exhales through his noseâhalf amusement, half something far more dangerous as he leans in, âYou gone, shawty. Immaâ get you some water.âÂ
Thereâs a sharp, unwelcome pang in your chest when he pulls awayâone that sobers you up faster than any water ever could. You straighten yourself out quietly, adjusting your top and clearing your throat as if that could erase the way his touch lingered.Â
Bully whines when Onyankopon snaps his fingers twice toward the hallââGo on,â The dog obeys instantly, throwing you one last glance before trotting off toward his play room.Â
He returns with two steaming bowls of gumbo, perfectly dark roux, plump shrimp glistening on top. His large frame settles beside you with far more distance than before. Now you really felt rejected.
You take a few bites of that gumbo and have to resist a reaction. It's perfectionâthick, rich, brimming with spices as it slides down your tongue. You can't help but hum in utter satisfaction, eyes nearly drifting shut as you murmur, "Hate to say how good this actually is.âÂ
Onyankopon chuckles softly at the sight, a low rumble that resonates through the space between you two.
âTold you it was gon' be fire."
You roll your eyes, taking another bite. Your head's spinning from the alcohol, but it's nothing compared to the dizzying rush you feel under his gaze whenever you look over at him. You swallow thickly.
"Listen, I'm sorry if Iâm a little too tipsy," You apologize, âItâs been a while since I drank without eating.â
He shakes his head, watching you with that same quiet intensity as he leans back against the couch. Â
"You ain't gotta apologize for nothinâ," he says simply, voice low, âI wasnât trynaâ make you feel bad. âLong as youâ good? Thatâs all that matters to me.âÂ
His words settle over you like a blanketâwarm, reassuring.Â
After a beat of comfortable silence between bites and faint commentary from the game still playing, Onyankopon tilts his head toward your abandoned textbook on the coffee table, âSo why embalmin'?"Â
He asks this casuallyâlike it's normal dinner conversation, âAinât many people wake up one day thinkinâ they wanna drain bodies for a livinâ.âÂ
The question catches you off guard enough that laughter bubbles out. You compose yourself again, âIt sounds bad when you put like that,â You admit with a slight shake of your head.
Your fingers trace the rim of the bowl while gathering your thoughts. You then sigh, âIâve always been fascinated by death. Not in a morbid way, butââ you search for the right wordsââMore about how we treat it? Honor it? My grandmother used to tell me stories growing up about how theyâd wash the dead themselves before burial, and sit with them the whole night so the spirits weren't alone.â
Then quieter, you almost become shy about the subject matter.Â
âI wanted to do work that meant something even if nobody ever thanked me for it.â
You pause mid rambling, a shy giggle releasing your lips. Onyankopon encourages your words with a quiet, âKeep goinâ.âÂ
He is so goddamn attractive like thisâfocused on you completely while his food goes ignored, âI'll listen all night."
The warmth of alcohol and his attention makes you soften. You lean your head against the couch, studying him with a lazy, appreciative smile. Â
"Sweet," you murmur, "Even though you look like you could break me in half."Â Â
Onyankopon's smirk is instantâsharp and knowing as he leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees again. But he doesnât deny it; just lets that statement linger between you like a challenge.Â
"When was the last time somebody had all this?" Your fingers gesture vaguely at his whole existence, "Don't lie either."
He blinks, expression unchanging for a beat before shruggingâalmost too nonchalant, âCouple months."Â
You raise a skeptical brow, "Couple months,â you echo mockingly, "Thatâs all?"Â
"Why?" He returns, "You got a nigga or sumâ?"
Your expression deadpans, âDonât be funny, nigga. Why would I be here if I did?â
"Ain't trynaâ be funny. Just askin'."
When he speaks again, his voice is much rougher than before.Â
"When was the last time you beenâ with somebody, then?"
You exhale slowly, swirling the last of your wine before finishing it off. The admission feels heavier now that itâs out in the openâfloating between you two like something tangible. Â
"A year," you admit with a slight shrug, "Not for any big reason. Just felt like breakinâ the streak wasnât worth it.âÂ
Your fingers trace the rim of your empty glass absently before adding quieter, "Especially not when I got school and this career to focus on."Â Â
His gaze remains steady on yours; a silent, almost dangerous intensity as he murmurs, "Ainât nobody had you innaâ year?â
You swallow hard, thighs clenching involuntarily as you force yourself to keep your composure. But as you go to part your lipsâthe game roars within the room, catching your attention and cutting the tension youâd felt before.
You giggle a little awkwardly, suddenly needing to do somethingâanything to shake off the lingering heat between you two. Washing dishes sounded pretty excusable.Â
âI got these.â
Onyankopon watches you for a beat as you make your way to the kitchen, only a beat. He then pushes off the couch with a quiet chuckle, following you into the kitchen anyway. You feel him before you see himâhis broad frame crowds behind you, reaching around to rinse his own bowl under the sink water.Â
âThought I was doinâ those?â You question halfheartedlyâeyes flicking over your shoulder to eye him, âI told you I had it.â
He doesnât answer right awayâjust turns off the faucet and places his dishes aside without breaking contact with your body once. It happens so subtlyâstrong arms snake around waist from behind, pulling you gently against him in one slow motion until there is no space left between.
 His chin rests atop of your shoulder that it makes you giggle, the sound breathless as you let your head tilt back against him. He rests atop your curls while the both of you sway gentlyâlike there's some slow song playing only the two of you can hear. Â
"âThought you were supposed to be watching the game, Ony.âÂ
"Game borinâ.âÂ
Then?Â
"Been tryna' be good all night,â He admits gruffly into your skinâhis fingers tighten their grip ever so slightly at your hips when he feels the way they tremble, "Ain't workinâ.â
Your breath hitches when his lips press against your neckâwarm, soft, teasing. You canât help but hum nervously, squirming slightly in his hold.Â
âOny.âÂ
You giggle playfully, but it comes out more like a whine when he drags another slow kiss just below your ear.
His hands rub soothing circles against your waist like heâs trying to calm you down, even as he continues trailing those maddeningly light kisses along the column of your throat. Â
"Stop actin' scared,â He murmurs, âAinât gottaâ run from me.â
You lean back fully against him, tilting your head up just enough for your nose to brush against his. Another giggle, met with a low chuckle both filled with heat. Onyankoponâs breath fans over your lipsâwarmâbefore you close that tiny distance yourself, pulling him down into a slow, deep kiss. Â
His grip tightens on your waist as soon as your lips meet, the sound of soft sucking filling the kitchen between shaky exhales. You can feel his tongue slide against yours in lazy strokesâno rush, just pure indulgenceâeach press of his mouth making the heat coil tighter in your stomach until youâre panting between kisses. Â
Your heads tilt opposite ways naturally every time he pulls back slightly before diving back in; noses bumping playfully, locking together again even deeper than before. Thatâs when you stick your tongue out, fully stroking it with his.Â
Onyankopon breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur, "Goddamn,â before he grabs your face and yanks you back up against him with a hungry gruntâtongue licking into your mouth immediately. Â
Heâs sucking your bottom lip, tugging it between teeth before slipping between your open mouth again; thatâs when you feel a smack on your assâyou squeak breathlessly, giggling as you tug your mouth awayââBullyâs barking, Ony.âÂ
Onyankopon doesnât even flinch at the sound of Bullyâs distant barking. He just slides one hand up to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your face back toward his with a low, throaty growl. Â
âFuckinâ hell, Bully.âÂ
His mouth crashes into yours againâhotter this time, hungrier, tongue sweeping past your lips before you can even process the curse. You finally manage to think, pulling away long enough to murmur, âYou gottaââ you swallow hard when the words come out in a hoarse exhale, ââGotta feed him.âÂ
It takes a beat for his breathing to even outâa rough exhale as he leans forward, chasing your mouth for a second kiss that you manage to evade with a breathless laugh. He exhales roughly, âYouâ trynaâ kill a nigga.â
âYou can show me to your room first,â you hum, âCarry me?â
Onyankopon doesn't hesitateâhis hands slide under your thighs in one smooth motion, hoisting you up effortlessly as you wrap your legs around his waist. Â
"Greedy.â
Heâs stealing another kiss, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours as he walks backward through the apartment without looking away from you once. Â
His bedroom is exactly what youâd expectâdimly lit sunset LED strips running along the ceiling, casting shadows over sleek black furniture. The walls are adorned with bold, striking paintings; splashes of color against dark canvases that look like they cost a fortune. A massive king-sized bed dominates the space, neatly made black satin sheets practically gleaming under the glow of those lights.
Onyankopon carries you straight to it without breaking strideâbarely managing to kick his door shut behind him before dumping you unceremoniously onto that sea of silk. You bounce once before heâs crawling over you with slow precision; one hand already tugging at your waistband while his mouth finds yours again in a kiss so filthy it should be illegal. Heâs dropping his tongue in your mouth, snarling against your lips like heâs hungry for you.Â
âThis whatchuâ wanted?âÂ
You stifle kisses through giggles, fingers tracing along his sharp jawline. He groans into your mouthâlow and guttural, before you break the kiss to teasingly murmur, "Go feed Bully," against swollen, reddened, lips.Â
Onyankopon exhales heavily, "You canât keep playinâ witâ me.âÂ
Your tongue runs across his mouth, âIâll be here,â sucking on his lips, making that your promise.
Another groan, this time even darker than the previous one. He reluctantly pushes himself off the bed, eyes flashing dangerous when he looks down at you.  Â
"Behave, girl.âÂ
You hear him murmuring to Bully in the other roomâlow, affectionate growls of âYeah, yeahâeat,â The sound of kibble hitting a bowl follows as you glance around his space again, eyes catching on the small tray tucked neatly on his nightstand. A half-rolled blunt rests atop it alongside a lighter and some rolling papers. Â
Before you can investigate further, the door creaks open againâOnyankopon leans against the frame with eyes only on you.
âNosy.âÂ
Youâre like something out of his fantasy. Your freckles dance beneath the lights of the room, curls draping around your curvy frame at the position you sit along the bed. You sit along your knees as you lean forward, ââMissed me?â
Heâs tongue in cheekâbig hands already working at the buckle of his belt, expressing pure hunger as he locks onto where youâre sprawled across his sheets.Â
"I did. Iâm done playin' nice with yoâ ass too.â
Your lips curl into a slow, teasing smile as your eyes rake over himâtatted arms flexing as he undoes that belt, that hungry glare in his gaze fixated.Â
âSoâŠFirefighter Onyankopon,â you purr, âThey donât drug test you?â Â
His smirk deepens as he stalks closer, knees pressing into the mattress where you lounge. One hand grips your ankle to drag you firmly towards him, âNah,â then, âYou tryna smoke?â Â
You bite down on your lower lip, âMhm.âÂ
Onyankopon stands at the edge of the bed, blunt already rolled and sealed between his lips as he flicks the lighter. The flame hisses to life, illuminating the sharp planes of his face for just a secondâcheeks hollowing as he takes that first deep pull. Smoke swirls around him when he exhales slowly, eyes locked onto you like prey through low lids. He holds it out between two fingersâtaunting as he curls his fingers towards himself.
âCome get it,â His voice is rough with smoke and something darker; command laced beneath amusement.
And at his words? You crawl.
Knees pressed into satin sheets, your hips sway with each deliberate movement until youâre close enough to smell that rich, earthy sweetness clinging to him. His free hand grips your chin at the last secondâholding you back from taking it, leaning down so his next exhale coats your parted lips in hazy warmth.
ââThought I told yoâ ass not to tease no more,â he grunts, letting go, âOpen.âÂ
You lean back just enough to take a deep pull from the blunt, holding the smoke in your lungs before exhaling slowlyâright into his face with a wicked grin on your full lips.
Onyankopon doesnât flinch. Just watching, those dark eyes tracking every shift of your mouthâevery taunting breath out. He finds a grip on your throat, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver.
"Told you,â he murmurs lowly, voice roughened by smoke, âPlay too fuckinâ much.âÂ
You slide your palm beneath his shirt, rubbing the sculpt of his tatted abdomen.Â
He grunts, ââGon' learn today.âÂ
Your teeth dip into the plush of your lip, tugging your hands along the hem of his pantsâyour lashes flutter, âLemmeâ put it in my mouth, Ony.â
His grip on your neck tightens. Onyankoponâs head tilts slightly, eyes going dark enough to match the room, those muscles jumping against your skin in anticipation. Â
âGonâ head.â
The moment you tug his tip from beneath his briefs? It nearly smacks you in the face, bigger than you imagined it to be. Itâs veiny under your tiny palm, and the size of it makes you horny. You drag your tongue against the entire length of him, wrapping your lips along the tip as you immediately begin sucking.
âFuck,â he groansâlow and roughâyouâre so crossfaded that youâre already stroking him up and down with your hand and tongue together before pulling upâsloppy as saliva drools from your lips, dragging until he falls free. You look up at him through your own reddened eyes, pupils blown wide, just a moment before he grabs onto your hair, guiding you back down. Â
 âLook at me witâ them muhfuckinâ eyes.âÂ
You do, mouth open and tongue out. He grunts, smoke spilling from between his own lips.
The sight of your mouth wrapped so perfectly around him was like a dream, poking through your cheek from his size. Even the taste of him is dark and rich, mixed with the sweet burn of the bluntâthat scent and smoke swirling in the air as he takes another pull.
You move faster to make him moan, sucking him deep. He drops the blunt somewhere to grab your head with his free handâthick fingers digging into your curls in ways that make you whine as he guides you against him. Youâre taking him as deep as you canâthroating him, your mouth tugging back as you whimper, ââDick so pretty, baby.â
The air fills with the sounds of your moans and his deep grunts, the scent of weed and smoke still lingering. Heâs using your mouth like it was made for him, like your mouth was made to take him, âMouth so fuckinâ soft, Mama. You suckinâ this dick.âÂ
You try to respond between wet, rough sucksâ all you can manage are slurred whimpers that somehow make him fuller in your mouth. You pull back once more, âSpit on it.â
He obliges, of course.
Onyankopon lowered his mouth, dropping spit on his own dick. Itâs dirty, sloppy. But seeing you like this? Mindless, pliantâ was like no other. You grip the base in your fist and drool onto him, coating those veined ridges with your own mess before swallowing him again.  Â
You donât stopâyou stick your pink, slippery tongue out, drooling down the length of himâslicking it up good. He makes a sound in his chest thatâs almost animal, thick fingers holding you still while he strokes it against your tongueâyou just moaned.Â
 Itâs rough and delicious as you slurp and drool, taking him down while sliding your hands up and down over what you canât reachâyour eyes nearly flutter shut as you slur out, "Taste sogood, baby.âÂ
Heâs all you can taste.
Your pretty eyes are a haze, curls draping through his fingers like sable oceans. Youâre lazily stroking him now as you pull your mouth backâyou run your tongue along your lips as you whimper, âSo big, Ony. Not gonnaâ fit in me.â
His smirk is cocky as you salivate on him, eyes half-lidded but laser-focused on the way your mouth moves along his shaft. Heâs too big to take, and he knows it.
âNah, ainât gonâ fit you,â he agrees, voice gruff, âGonâ make you fit me.â  Â
You give him that dazed look again, eyes muddledâdrunk off his smell, his tasteâ your hands grip him again and start stroking him back and forth. His hand cups the back of your neck once moreâfirm but careful, holding you still as he strokes himself into your mouth over, over and over again.Â
Maybe pleasuring him was distracting your own thoughts of having to take himâbut it seems youâve been caught, as Onyankopon yanks you by your curls, tugging you back in a way to lock your lips with his own. Youâre both greedy as you push your head deeper when you kiss one another, tongue sliding against his like youâd never kiss him again.
Itâs as if you didnât just have him bulging within your mouth. The moment his fingers slide down your stomach, dipping beneath your shorts as your legs spread open beneath himâyour body tenses, dragging your fingers along the back of his neck as you kiss him shyly.
The sight of your pussy was mesmerizingâalready soaked, flushed pink and twitching beneath your shorts.Â
âYoâ shit prettier than a muhfuckaâ," Onyankopon murmursâhalf to himself, half a rough compliment aimed at the way you shudder when his thumb drags through your slick folds. You tremble, hips jerking up off the mattress with a small gaspâyour grip on his neck tightens all at once, all while those thick fingers begin working slow circles over your clit.
Itâs no words, just a high pitched whimper escaping your swollen lips.
You pout along his mouth, spreading your legs just a bit moreâyour voice is so soft, begging as you mewl, âPut emâ in me.âÂ
He grunts, âImmaâ slide them in slow.â
You nod, shuddering. Thatâs exactly how you want it.Â
Onyankoponâs thumb stills at your clitâthe roughness of his fingers drags down, sinking inside so slowâhe presses forward, burying nearly to the knuckle with a single push. Â
You donât expect the reaction you giveâbut a year of no sexual activity in fact leaves you tight, two fingers nearly being the death of you in this moment. It feels so good, youâre creaming on his fingers, tears glistening within your eyes as you sob in pleasure, âOh my god, Ony.â
âWhyâ this shit so fuckinâ wet already?â He grumbles through his own parted mouthâhis palm grinds over your clit, dropping his fingers in, listening to your folds squelch in return. It doesnât help that Onyankoponâs grunting into your mouth every time his fingers sink in.Â
You tug your mouth inches from hisâyou mindlessly pant, âI needed that so bad,â itâs soft, breathy as he adds another finger in even slower.Â
âKeep talkinâ to me.â
âTheyâre so big,â you softly whimper, âStretchinâ me.âÂ
When his fingers curl, you gaspâyour mouth pulls back from his, palm reaching for his fingers to tug them outâyou feel his other hand grip you by the throat, yanking your mouth back onto his.Â
âIonâ do that runninâ shit,â he grunts, âYou gonâ take me.â
His fingers slide right back in, spreading you wide as he sinks down to the knuckle once more. Itâs hard to catch your balance when heâs rocking you onto his fingers like thisâyour hands find his wide shoulders to grip onto, head spinning at this point.Â
Youâre shakingâtrembling beneath him as he growls into your kiss, those big hands clenching harder against your neck before sliding down. He licks your lips, âGoodbaby. Watch my fingers just goinâ in.âÂ
And you do. In and out, theyâre just going.Â
Maybe he was just good with his handsâin seconds, your shorts are removed, back fully hitting the soft comforterâyour clit is being stroked by his tongue, all while his fingers still plummet in and out of you.
Heâs so roughâhungry as his mouth feasts on you, eating you out like a man starved of oxygen. Your moans get lost in the sheets, every sensation sending you into a spiral as youâre trapped beneath him, fingers still stretching you out just right. And the noises, theyâre getting wetter and messier each minute.Â
Youâre panting, âFuck, baby.âÂ
âThis bitch drippinâ,â he murmured against your clit, another lick as you mewled helplessly, hands clenching the sheets beneath your fingers, writhing against his mouth that was eating you messily. Your legs are shaking, thighs attempting to close around his head.
âHold âem back.âÂ
Heâs reaching for your thighs in that warning voice. His tongue flattens over your clit, sucking.Â
Thatâs when your vision starts to fade, head spinning as you desperately try to stay present with him. You nod your compliance though, pouting as you hold your thighs open by the tips of your nails, spreading your pussy open.Â
You mewl to him, âWannaâ watch your tongue go in me, baby.â
His tongue plunges in with a grunt of, âThatâs a gooood fuckinâ girl.âÂ
Your back arches off the bed, head tilting all the way back. Itâs just too much, being filled like thisâevery nerve lighting hot and sensitive with so much of him all at once.Â
âYouâ so wet.âÂ
He sounds lostâvoice disappearing between strokes of his tongue, âYou. So. Fuckinâ. Wet,â sinking insideâhis fingers take over again, pumping thick and slow, âYou taste good everywhere, girl. Goddamn.â Â
Heâs eating you faster, moaning as his mouth works at your clit againâhis tongue slips in between your spread folds, lapping like a canine. Youâre shaking beneath him, head in the clouds with nothing but gasps to give.Â
Your hand reaches down to grip the back of his headâand he doesnât resist, just allows you to guide his mouth right where you need him most. Your legs shake on either side of his head as he buries his face into your clit, âIâm goinâ all in, baby. Keep droppinâ yoâ shit on my tongue.âÂ
You were gonna blackout if you let him keep going. You pull him up by the coil of his goatee, sliding your tongue into his mouth with a moan. Hands grip your waist under your shirt as you both share another messy, nasty kiss. You feel his hands pushing your top up, freeing your huge, heavy titsâand then, his mouth is on them.Â
Something about your nipples being sucked always made you infinitely more hornyâyou breathily giggle as you whimper, âOoh, baby. I love that.â
His mouth was insistentâtaking turns with your stiff nipples in his mouth, suckling and licking as they hardened more. He was rough as he grunted, âPretty ass fuckinâ titties,â tongue circling them in the best way, teeth tugging just right.Â
You ramble, âImmaâ take your dick so good, Daddy.âÂ
Onyankopom grunts at the name. Your grip on his durag tightens when he slides two fingers back through your foldsâjust to test youâjust to make you whimper.Â
You donât run.
Your legs are spread open wide for him as he holds you, âYou gonâ let me fuck you?â
âPromise, baby.â
âYeah? Gonâ let me take this pussy how I wanna take it?â
Youâre nodding, begging, essentiallyâbut that mightâve been stupid on your part. Because when he lays the both of you on your side, yet somehow trapping your legs over his shoulders in a missionary position? Youâd never been put like this before.Â
One arm rests over your knees, the other sliding along the back of your neck in a way that traps you. Your body tenses the moment you feel his tip slapping amongst your soaked folds, your doe eyes peering through his low ones, needy, vulnerable.
As he sinks in, your folds spread apart slowly. Even with how wet you are, the uncomfortable stretch of pleasure burns your stomach like fire, every inch sinking deeper by the second.Â
âYou look so small like this, like you breakinâ.âÂ
You try to respondâanything to sound like you have any semblance of controlâbut your mouth only parts open, eyes rolling at the whiplash of pleasure and discomfort.
âYou know you ainât runninâ, huh?âÂ
You nod, eyes glazed over as he sinks further inside, âUghn, shit.â
Heâs not even halfway in by the time your legs are shaking around his head, hands fisting sheets in a white knuckle grip as he stretches you out, spreading you wide. Youâre moaning so helplessly as he slides in another inch. Your hands reach for hisâfinding his thick, rough ones so you could squeeze them for dear life.Â
His voice is a low groan in your ear, âYou takinâ it so good.âÂ
Heâs smacking your ass, spanking again at how good you feel.Â
Youâd never been filled like this beforeânot this deep or this girthy. Youâre trembling in his arms, eyes glassy as he leans forward, forcing your legs wider by the backs of your thighs, âI told youâ keep themâ eyes onnaâ nigga.âÂ
You tuck your face within the pillow as you feel the first strokeâheâs still not even fully in, your face pouting as the first expression you give him.
The second stroke, your whole body clenches, fingers fisting the sheets so hard, eyes rolling at one slow roll of his hips. Â
âOoooohh, my god.â Â
Another stroke, deepââUghh, fuuuck.âÂ
âYou sound too pretty, girl.âÂ
Youâre whining as he strokes a slow, deep rhythm inside of you, your head tossing between the pillow and his face. Your arms throw around his shoulders, fingernails digging into the back of his neck with a vice grip like youâre trying to keep yourself groundedâanything to make sense of the intensity of it all, curls spreading all across your cheek and pillow.Â
Heâs still pressing you down onto his lap, holding you in place as he just keeps rolling his hips with a grunt, âOoh, fuck.âÂ
You nod so fast, whimpering at that feeling of him in so deep, stroking you open. Heâs holding your bottom left thigh up in the air, spreading you in a way that made you ache at how much he was giving you, âYou hearinâ us?â This shit sloppy as fuck.â
The air was a chorus of mixed breaths, grunts, your guttural moans and sloppy wet sounds from his strokes splitting you apart. Onaynkoponâs hips move slower than heâd ever thought possibleâyou were just too tight for anything too hard.Â
Squish. Squish.Squish. Heâs slow strokingâwhich means heâs pounding into youâhis balls are slapping at the cheeks of your ass, his tip bouncing at your cervix in the meanest way. You lock your mouth around his arm, groaning deeply as your eyes roll back.Â
âUghh⊠Ughhh⊠Oh, my god⊠Ugh.â
It happensâyou drench his tip as you squirt on him, the groan sinking into a squeal as your thighs tremble dangerously. You tuck your mouth back onto his arm to calm yourself, moaning helplessly through his flesh.
âThatâs so good, Mama. Good lilâ bitch, squirt all on me,â Onyankoponâs voice is an octave deeper when he growls onto your lips, âMake a mess on my fuckinâ dick.âÂ
He snaps his hips forward roughly, almost punishing that spot heâd found for this reaction. Your gasp is prolonged, a broken cry grunting from your lipsâyouâre singing, âOhhhh my god!âÂ
Your whining was delicious as it spilled onto his arm, his mouth hot on your ear that he began mumbling nasty things into. You feel one hand slide up to grip a fistful of hair at the back of your head, moaning into his chest. Your whole spine was shaking because of that roughness, your legs were shakingâhis hips still bouncing brutally between your legs. But his last sentence left you pulverized.
âYou think Iâm done with you?â
In fact, he wasnât.Â
Your sanity was being held by your fingers weakly pressing against the headboard for leverageâyouâre now ass up, face down into the comforter as Onyankoponâs palms grip you by both arms, tugging you onto his dick. Your eyes are rolled back, moaning to him chaotically.
Youâd never looked this prettyâthis fucked.
You canât even see the expression on his face behind you, not when your eyes keep watering, or rolling back. All you could feel was the brutal snaps of his hips, that grip he has holding you spread so wide for him. Your ass docks on his skin with every thck, thck, thck of his strokes. Your face is smothered between the sheets as you moan into the space, too lost to even speak, let alone think of anything else.
âFuck me back,â he grunts, âLemmeâ see this bitch bounce.âÂ
Your body responds by instinct, fingers fisting the sheets in a white knuckle grip as your ass bounces to that pace heâd set. You can feel the wetness between your cheeks as he slides in over, over, overâŠ
You managed to pull yourself partially up the bed, hands gripping the pillow as your voice cried toward him.Â
You clench when you hear him groan behind youâhis hands spread your folds to keep you open for him, so far forward that youâre on your elbows as heâs pounding against your spot. Your breath hitches when he groans, âOoooh, girl. Fuck.âÂ
Your ass jiggled against his hips, those wet sounds echoing between your legs as he stretched you open with every stroke. The sound of your ass clapping against him was downright pornographic. Heâs gripping you by your lower waist to make your pussy grind against him even more, taking you roughly.Â
âBounce on this big dick.âÂ
You turn to find his eyes, reaching your hand up against his lower abdomenâyouâre dropping your ass down to his abdomen, your eyes rolling as you mewl, ââBalls hitting my pussy, baby. Go slow,â you whimper, âJust pound me.â
His grip was practically bruising against your hips, guiding you into that bouncing pace heâd set. Your body was trembling with itâthose slow, punishing strokes leaving your head spinning. Your face was smeared down against the sheets again.Â
Youâre catatonic at this point.Â
His hips were still goingâthicker strokes that left you shouting every time he pushed back in. His face was still expressionless, the darkness in his eyes still so intense like the first time youâd met him. Youâre barely even coherent at this point, just a mess of moans and words that didnât make sense.
âYou finnaâ tap out, huh?â
You can only grunt, too busy trying to hold yourself together as your face pushes further into the mattress.
You were too goneâtoo gone to even form words right now. You barely had enough control over your body either, your thighs and knees were trembling with every stroke he gave. You felt him in your stomach, your spine, every nerveâhe was all you thought about as you moaned into the sheets. He was turning your brain into white noiseâyour vision was almost blurry.Â
Thatâs when you give a whineâitâs loud, so loud that it drags, squirting all on him once moreâyouâre messily rubbing your clit, bouncing yourself back through your overstimulating pleasure. Youâre a whimpering mess to him, âI love this dick, baby. Fuck me, just fuck meâŠâ Â
His eyes darkened as your back arched, spine curling forward as that dazed expression danced across that pretty face. Youâd squirted all over him againâhis hands pulled away as he sat back, looking down at the way your body was squirming, hips still bouncing against the mattress.Â
Youâre looking back at him from under your heavy eyes, mouth moving to try and speak but all that came out was another whine,, âUghh⊠uh, uh.â Â
âYouâre so fucked out, huh?â He murmured, hand spanking your ass harder than heâd done before, smoothing it over as he heard you sniffle.Â
âLemmeâ give you themâ slow strokes.âÂ
He gently places you on your back, dragging you under his looming frame to place your legs back along his shoulders. The moment he slides back in, Onyankopon presses his nose to yours, nuzzling it as you did to him earlier in the night. The feeling makes you emotional in a way you hadnât expectedâtears glisten in your eyes, your arms wrapping around his neck as you just take him.Â
His head buried itself in the crook of your neck as he murmured, âYouâre so beautiful,â sliding out, back in, all the way out, âYou good, baby? I ainât hurt you, huh?â
Your hands slide up to his hair, tugging at his durag as you finally manage to breathe, âNeed you, Ony.âÂ
His face is the closest itâs been to smiling in the night. His hand slides down to grip your knee, holding your thigh in place against him.Â
âNeed you too, girl.âÂ
Youâre giving him small, broken cries. His face is within your neck as your mouth is by his ear, whining softly as your body trembles like youâd been tased. His mouth kept pressing against the top of your head between his rough murmurs, the words too quiet and jumbled for you to really understand.Â
âIâm cumming, OnyâŠâ
âI know, baby.âÂ
His voice was hushed against your neck, hands pressing your hips down into his to keep you still. Your nails dug into his back, teeth biting down on a shoulder to try and muffle your moans.Â
âUghhâŠOh. Oh my god. Fuugghhh. Fuck.âÂ
Your arms were wrapped around his neck in a death grip, holding him to you as you moaned and mewled through your orgasm. You shiver, sniffling as you nuzzle his nose once moreâyou hear a low chuckle, a soft kiss being snatched against your lips.
You were crazy, but it was in the moment.
âCum in me, baby. Fill me up,â you tremble, âPlease.âÂ
And thatâs when you hear itâa real moan from Onyankopon.
You didnât even realize how quiet heâd been in contrast to your moans and pants. But the moment he moaned against your neck, itâs all you could focus on. You hold him tighter as you feel the warmth within your folds, Onyankopon grinding into you, moaning into your ear.Â
You felt his face in your neck again when he finally collapsed against youâstill connected to you, his full weight falling flat against your chest as his arms locked around your waist. You stroked his hair, his durag ending up somewhere away from the bedâhis forehead pressed into your neck as he inhaled deep.Â
Almost ten minutes of silence went by.Â
âYouâre heavy.â
You had murmured this, your fingers running down the ridges on his back, feeling the curve of his mouth pull into a grin. His hands roamed your sides, squeezing at the flesh just under your ribs as he murmured back, ââFeel good, Mama. Iâm sorry.â
Now it was your turn to blush, the words being a sweet surpriseâyour hands slid up to his cheeks, fingers stroking that dark beard as you giggled once more.Â
âYou donât gotta be sorry, Onyankopon.âÂ
You ran the pad of your thumb over the ridge of his mouth, tracing over the roughness of his lips, âYouâre good.âÂ
You gave a small grin, âYou were good.â
âDamn right I was.âÂ
You huffed a laugh that was more like another giggle, hands sliding up once more to run through his hair. His arms wound back around your waist, his mouth sliding up to suckle a new hickey onto your neck. You shivered as he continued, âYou got a cute lilâ laugh, you know that?â
âAnd somehow you have a boner,â you flick his nose, âUnhand me!â
âNot my fault youâ fine as hell.âÂ
But he did release you, rolling off of you with some effort.Â
Onyankapon watched you closely, able to see the wince on your face from the soreness you began to feel.
âYou okay, Mama?â
Thatâs when you shake your headâyou throw yourself back onto his body, wanting his warmth and comfort, âNo. âThink you scraped my insides worse than a Pap smear,â you murmur, âCuddle me.â
âJust say youâ clingy, girl.â
He chuckled, arms wrapping back around your waistâthis time, pulling you on top of him. Your head rested on his chest, your body splayed out in a tangle of limbs.Â
You find yourself reaching up for his earlobe, rubbing comfortingly at the flesh. You then ask, âIs clingy bad for you?â
âNah.âÂ
His voice held an honesty that you werenât sure you were expecting. His hands smoothed over your back, fingers spreading across that soft expanse of skin.
He then confirmed, âI like clingy.â
âEven if Iâm a bad cook? Youâll still like me?â
âEspecially if youâ a bad cook.âÂ
You felt the roughness of his beard graze against the crown of your head, âYou gonâ be a mess in my kitchen.âÂ
His voice held a gruffness, but there was an underlying affection underneath it that you hadnât quite heard from him much tonightâbut you liked it, and so did he.
The both of you begin to doze off, his fingers captured in a coil of your curls, your fingers tucked within his chest. But thatâs when you hear itâa phone buzzing, loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to ignore.
A second call. This one makes him exhale sharply through his nose, and by the third, heâs growling under his breath as he reaches blindly for the nightstand. Â
âYeahâŠYeahâŠNow?âÂ
A pause.Â
Then a grunt, âAight. Gimmeâ twenty.â Â
He hangs up without another word and sits up abruptly, scrubbing a hand over his faceâ turning back towards you, an apologetic frown was already forming on his lips.Â
"I gotta go, shawty. Niggas got me on a distress call.âÂ
Thatâs all he says at firstâbut you must have made some kind of face, because heâs suddenly hovering above you, one hand planted next to your head while the other cups your chin firmly.
"Ain't kickin' you out," he murmurs, pressing a hard kiss onto your forehead like a punctuation mark between sentences, "Get yo' ass under them covers."
You heard him, but you were sensitiveâhe obviously didnât know that. You tug the covers close to your chest as your eyes watch him go back and forth, a small pout along your face regardless of his words.
He could see the way you curled in on yourselfâprotecting yourself, evenâand it left a strange emotion burning in his chest. Thatâs when he sighed heavily, running a hand over his face once more as he padded toward the bed, sitting himself on the edge.
"C'mere, baby."
You feel dramatic.
âI didnât mean toââ
"Nuh-Uh,â he cuts you off, grabbing your wrist to tug you into his lap in one swift movement, legs on either side of his hips. He pulls the blankets tight around the two of youâyour head buried into his chest as he keeps you tucked against him.Â
"Look at me, pretty girl.âÂ
You were pouting still, eyes averted from his gaze as you stubbornly kept your lips pursed. That is, until he forced your stubborn eyes to meet his once more.
"I ain't tryin' to kick you out, aight? I just gotta go take care of business.âÂ
Youâre still frowning.Â
He leans down to press a firm kiss against your forehead, arms tightening their hold on your waist to keep you against him.Â
"C'mon, don't be mad at me now."
Onyankopon's voice drops to that deep, rumbling registerâthe one he uses to get your attentionâyouâve picked up on that.Â
"You really gonâ sit here poutinâ while I gotta go handle this?" His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, tugging it down playfully, âAin't even said you gonâ miss me."Â Â
Thenâbefore you can protestâhis mouth crashes onto yours in a kiss thatâs all tongue, teeth, and promise. Itâs messy enough to make your toes curl, his hand sliding from your chin to the back of your neck to keep you locked in place. Itâs to let you know that he wanted you, and everything that came with that.
"Stay right here. Keep my shit warm,â a pause, âOr I could bend yo' ass over this mattress one more time
 âfore I leaveâyour choice."
That finally got you to squirm and grumble in his lapâyour fingers dig into the meat of his back in a futile attempt to escape him.Â
"I was playin',â he grunted, nipping your bottom lip as if to prove a point, "Goddamn, girl. I was playin'.âÂ
âBye, Onyankopon.â
âWhat kinda âbyeâ, huh? Like you gonâ sneak off once I leave?â
You sigh, rolling your eyes. But of courseâyou smile.Â
âCall Bully in here so I can cuddle with my actual man.â
"Forreal?" Onyankopon repeats, looking down at you with one brow raised in disbelief.Â
You can tell he's trying to hold back the grin that's threatening to lift at his lipsâthose dark eyes of his narrowing with mock-offense, "That's what you call yoâ forrealâ nigga? That raggedy ass mutt?"Â
You giggled, âGo, Superman. Save the world.â
He gives you one last look, a boyish grin you could find yourself getting used to.
âImmaâ be back, shawty.â
You smiled once more, âIâll be here.â
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now iâm thinkingâŠ.maybe this is the good luck post
warm bodies. onyankopon.
đœđș warnings đœđș 10.5K word count. post apocalyptic au! zombie au! original!blackcharacter, southern!onyankopon, dominant!onyankopon, gruff! onyankopon, sweet!onyankopon, size kink, black woman, vaginal penetration, lil bit of sweet talkinâ, aggressive talk, creaming, oral [f], choking, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, sensual sex, condomless sex, missionary, sensual doggy style, kissing, spanking, violence between two characters, violence in general, gore, minors arenât welcome!
ââ đđ€đđđđđđđđđđź đ©đđ€đđđđ©đ .á idk? i just wanted to do something different. i think i liked it? i also kept humming sucker for pain for some reason. letâs hope yâall do too. oh! for reference, pronunciation of name in this fic is sahâfayeâyah. aight, teehee. bye.
visual. visual. visual.
FUCK. THATâS ALL SHE COULD THINK AS HER FINGERS CLASPED THE GRIP OF HER PISTOL, continuously tapping at the magazine in hoping that itâd work again. She digs her boot deeper into the dirt of the ground, flicking her index on the trigger three more timesânothing.
âFuck,â she actually sneers out loud, tossing the weapon against the ground, entirely frustrated after standing there for almost thirty minutes. She didnât have time to be in one placeâshe had to move.Â
Traveling through the wastelands of the French Quarter almost felt like a reward at this moment. Sheâd been moving for ten daysâtwo-hundred and sixty hours to be exactâbut she never expected it to be that simple walking on foot back into her home of New Orleans. Her arms ached from continuously pulling herself over fences, her legs throbbed from squatting down from the sight of othersâwhether that was guards of the Embassy, other Rouges, or even worseâHollows.Â
Empty, a missing soul, no pulse. The mutilation of their skin appeared a dull grey, deepening with every step, every snarl of their jaw, every bite of their teeth. Their limbs dragged through the city, groaning as they searched for their next victimâshe just hoped it would never be her.Â
But there was something she mightâve had in common with themâher fingers were sticky, able to get her palms on anything she neededâdesiredâfood, money, weaponsâit nearly made her smile at the sight of confused expressions when their items went missing, and she was already onto her next part of the city.Â
But this time aroundâshe mightâve made the wrong decision.Â
Her eyes glanced up to the sky, seeing the mixture of pink and orange hues clinging to one another as a sign of the sun being tugged away by the moon.Â
Close to nightfall.Â
She adjusts the tactical slung across her shoulder and hip, the material swaying with each step of her curved frameâshredded flags hung from discolored buildings, molded beads sunken under the murky waters along the ground. The sight is nearly a leeway to a neighborhoodâshe stops.
Maybe she was just lucky. Maybe she wasnât. Her eyes peer over a gated houseâno, a castle of sorts.Â
A once majestic Southern mansion, now a fortress. A wrought chained fence surrounds the perimeter, punctuated by razor wires atop the high stone walls and a sturdy wooden gate being the only entry point. A faint glow emerges from the cracked windows to show a sense of humanityâyet an ominous silence permeates the area.
Sheâs quick to move. Her fingers sting as she climbs along the metal, grunting as makes it to the curve of the barbed wireâshe feels a light sting on her thigh, dropping down with the hold of her backpack still within her clutched palm. The light sheâd taken attention to earlier shines from a window towards the back of the home, wood covering atop of it to block entryway. Of course, this looked like green signs pointing to come in for her.Â
Sheâs quieter than before, taking soft steps towards the windowâher eyes fixated through the dirtied glass to get any signs of lifeformâbut itâs only a singular candle flickering against the wall.Â
She pulls her head back, digging her fingers down and slowly pulling up to crack the windowâit opens without much struggle. Using the ledge of the window to hoist herself in, she drops herself down to the wooden ground a few feet below. It was nicer than sheâd presumeâa golden mirror from across the bed, more candles planted across the vintage dresser, but thatâs when her eyes halted. Snacks, jewelry, weapons everywhereâshe was like a kid in a candy store.Â
The clicking of her flashlight echoes throughout the room as she rummages through the drawers, throwing aside useless items in search for something moreâsatisfying. She throws her hand into the drawer, pulling out a gold watch that shined along the candles flame. She holds it up to the light, admiring the piece of jewelry in the mirrorâa small smirk appears on her face.Â
But that succession didnât last long.
The smile on her face mightâve been wiped off. Not literally, but the weight of metal connecting to her skull mightâve had her entire body freeze.
âI suggest you move when I say moveâ unless you want this bullet in the back of yoâ skull.â
It was the baritone voice of a man; it was low, stern. His finger pressed tightly on the trigger.
âTurn.âÂ
She doesnât move. After the metal pushes further into her curls, she slowly turns on her left side, keeping her arms at her sidesâthatâs when she meets his face.
His form was big, broad-shouldered and muscular, to the extent his bicep flexed with the tension of the weapon, dirt smeared muscle tee hugging his sculpted abdomen. He was intimidatingâthe furrow of his thick eyebrows narrowed down like his eyesâhis brown skin glows beneath the candles within the room, cornrows tight and neat despite the jagged energy he carried. Tattoos cascade his body, never stopping until they reach his cheekâa cross beneath his right eye.
She didnât have time to be gawking.Â
So, she swipes the weapon out of his palm as she reaches for her pistol, the other hand gripping his arm as she attempts to twist it behind his backâof course, that didnât work in her favor.
His palm latches around her neck and forces her body to the ground. He uses one hand to keep her throat in place, using the other to rip the handgun away from her grip. Fingers dig into the crevasses of her throat.Â
She grunts, âLet go of me!ââÂ
He tightens his grip, âOr what? You finnaâ call yoâ people?âÂ
Click on the side of her temple.
âYou gonâ give me a reason why I shouldnât pull this shit?âÂ
His strength irritated her. So she does what she canâshe spits in his face.Â
âFuck you.â
âYoâ, OnyâWhatâs going on?ââ
Footsteps come trampling down the hallwayâThatâs when they all see the scene in front of them. More guns now point in her directionâbut a pair of feminine eyes outside of the three men within the room question, âOnyankopon, what the hell are you doing?!âÂ
âThis oneâs Rouge.â
She was pretty. The woman that spoke before takes softer steps into the room, her grip loosening on her handgun. Her hair was braided similarly in cornrows, brown skin and full lips glowing under the lightsâa baby was strapped to her chest.
âOnyankopon, get off of her.â
The woman comes closer, âAre you alright?â
âFuck off,â she spits in return, eyes narrowing as the manâs strength doesnât let up.
The woman takes another step closer, the other two men following closelyâa dark-skinned man with an unbuttoned shirt, followed by a lighter skinned man with glasses and a buttoned-up tee.Â
The lighter man spoke, âOnyankopon, broâget off of her, sheâs not a threatââ
âYou finnaâ act stupid?â his deep voice cuts off, âYounâ see whatâs in her hand?â
His free hand grips her wrist, forcing the girl to open up her clenched fistâthe watch.Â
They all stare.Â
Thatâs when the dark skinned man speaks up, âNigga, câmonââÂ
âShe couldaâ been bit.â
âYou gonâ give her the opportunity to tell us that?â the lighter skin man counters.
A slight frown rests on the womanâs face, âOnyankoponâjust let her explain herself, please?âÂ
A couple of seconds passâOnyankopon slowly releases her throat from his palm. She immediately yanks at the gun in his other hand, pointing it at all four people staring at her. Her fingers tremble a bit, but she doesnât loosen her hold nonetheless.
âWeâ not trynaâ hurt you, aight?â the darker man speaks up, âYou gonâ tell us why you broke in?âÂ
She doesnât answer, just letting her eyes shift to the womanâs againâshe was the most calm, even with a gun pointed at her.Â
âYouâre bleeding.â
The girl's eyes fall to her own bodyâthatâs when she sees the gash at the top of her thigh, the olive green of her shorts oxidizing a dark hue from the blood. Her head flicks back up, adjusting her fingers along the weapon as the woman questions, âWere you bit?âÂ
She waits for a second.
âNo,â she attempts for her voice to carry, âCut myself climbing over the fence.âÂ
The dark skinned man takes another step forwardâher fingers tighten, âStay backââ
âShe was a nurse,â he raises his hands in defense, âShe just wants to help you.âÂ
âPut the gun down,â the light skinned man orders, his voice deep and calm. He holds his hand out, waiting for it.
âWhat group are you with?â The man, Onyankopon, questions. His entire body is still tense.Â
âI donât have one,â she answers, voice pensive.
The baby coos within the womanâs handsâshe frowns, âYouâre actually Rouge?âÂ
They stared at one another.Â
âHow long âyou been alone?âÂ
Onyankoponâs questions are aggravated. Thereâs a silence in the roomâher fingers twitch on the piece of metal as the woman speaks again.Â
âWe can help youââÂ
âI donât need help.âÂ
âSo what are you gonnaâ do? Bleed out?âÂ
Those words lay heavy on her chest.
Thatâs when Onyankoponâs low voice questions, âWhat yâall trynaâ talk her into? We needaâ be takinâ her to the Embassy.â Â
âIâm not going to the Embassy.âÂ
The woman frowns, âEven if we wanted to do that, we canât. The suns going down.â
âAnd?â
âHollows are everywhere, Onyankopon.âÂ
âAnd,â the dark skinned man interrupts, âWe have no idea where the Embassy even is. Sheâll be more useful here thanââÂ
âUseful? For all you know she couldaâ been bit!ââ
âI already told you I wasnât,â she snaps. Her eyes flick to everyone in the roomâthe silence speaks louder than her words.Â
Thatâs when the woman continues, âAre you hungry?âÂ
Sheâs hesitant to answer. She is hungry, but she wasnât going to tell a group of strangers that.Â
Her finger falls from the trigger of the weapon slightly, her shoulders beginning to slump as the woman questions again, âCan you justâplease let me treat you? I canât imagine itâs been easy on your ownâbeing Rouge.âÂ
âShe beenâ alone this entire time. Sheâll be fine.âÂ
âOnyankoponâthatâs enough,â the man with glasses calls, his eyes narrowing on him.Â
He turns back to the girl with an assuring voice, âSheâs right. Itâd be better for you here.â
Still, she doesnât reply.Â
âPlease,â the woman repeats, âIf you need somewhere to sleep, justâstay for the night, alright? And when the sun rises, you can goâokay?âÂ
The room was quiet. They waited in anticipationâthatâs when she takes in a deep breath, a slow nod in response, and she drops the gun from her hands, kicking it in the direction of the man that attacked her.
His face remained stone like. She could feel his glare burning at her, but she was too invested in the woman moving closer with a soft, faint smile.Â
She turns to the dark skinned man, âElijah, go get me the first-aid kit,â her eyes flicker to the man next to him, âTheoâgrab some towels from the upstairs bathroom.â
They both nod, turning to leave the room.
She takes another step, âIâm Emeryâyour name is?â
She looks unsure about answering.
âSahfeya.â
Emery grins, âYeah? Thatâs pretty.âÂ
She lowers herself to meet Sahfeyaâs body, unstrapping the baby off the front of herâEmery questions, âHeyâOny? You mind taking Aaila to the living room?â
Onyankoponâs broad stature towered her as he slowly bent over to take the young infant into his arms, the same hand that once held a gun to Sahfeyaâs head now securing Aailaâs body.Â
He leaves the room silentlyâbut not before giving one more look to her.Â
âAlright,â Emery exhales, âLet me take a look, yeah?âÂ
Sahfeya nods, her body tenseâat this very moment she feels the pinch of her injuryâShe sucks in a breath, mindlessly clutching the hand Emery.Â
She mutters, âSorry.âÂ
âDonât worry. Iâve seen worse reactions in my time.âÂ
The alcohol from the wipes sting the cut on her thighâa harsh huff comes from Sahfeyaâs mouth.
âSo,â Emery distracts her, âHow long have you been traveling?âÂ
Sahfeya breathes deeply, âTwo months now.â
Emery is quick, already working on the cut along her thigh as she murmurs, âYouâre braveâIâd be too scared to take New Orleans on my own.âÂ
Thatâs when Elijah peeks his head back in, âYou good? Need anything else from me?â
âWound isnât as bad as I thought itâd be. Thank you, baby,â she mumbles, not looking up from the work sheâs doing.Â
Sahfeya stares at him for a momentâhe warmly grins, making his way out of the room.Â
âThe other guyâOnyankoponâheâs not yourâŠumâŠâ
âBoyfriend?âÂ
Emery shakes her head.
âAbsolutely not,â she releases a small chuckle, âHeâs my older brother, actually. Elijahâs my husband. Theo is Onyankoponâs best friend.âÂ
She wraps the bandage around Sahfeyaâs thigh, the girl letting her eyes follow the work of her hands.Â
Emery pauses, âYouâre also bleeding on the side of your neckâdid my brother do that?â
Sahfeyaâs fingers slowly go over her neck, feeling the light cut on her flesh. She shrugs, âIâm not sure. I uhâspit on him, so it wouldnât surprise me if it was.â
She smiles.
âYouâre a ballsy one, huh?â
Sahfeyaâs faintly smiles. Her face falls quickly as the alcohol wipes along her neck, the smaller wound stinging more than the bigger one.Â
She softly questions, âHow old is your baby?â
âSheâs six months,â Emery hums, using the gauze in her palm to dab the blood away.Â
Another faint laugh releases, âSheâs a big baby, though. I blame Onyankoponâhe makes sure to hunt the ends of the earth for baby food.â
Sahfeya hums dryly, âHe seems nice.âÂ
âHe can be an assâbut heâs just protective,â she mutters quietly, smiling, âI know that can be hard to believe since you literally just got a gun pulled out on you, butâhe means well.âÂ
Emery then sighs, âYouâre all patched up,â she gives a pat to her thigh, âAnything else you need me to look at?â
âNo.âÂ
âOkay,â she doesnât press it; itâs clear Sahfeya needs a moment to breathe, âYou can rest awhile, if you need it. We have a guest bed near the living roomâI donât suggest sleeping in hereâthis is my brother's room,â she lightly jokes, standing from the floor as she dusts herself off.
When she makes it towards the door, Sahfeya slowly stands up as she calls, âEmery?â
âYeah?â
âUmâthank you,â she whispers, âYour kindnessâit means a lot.â
Emery gives her a soft smile, âYou're welcome.âÂ
She exits the room, leaving Sahfeya filled with only silence. Her fingers trace along the cuts on her neck, her mind filled with the overwhelming thought ofâWhat now?
She didnât realize sheâd fallen asleep. When her eyes peered open, her body laid against a twin sized mattress within the guest bedroom. Sahfeya slowly rose up, glancing around the darkened wallsâher eyes frantically searchingâbut when she looked to the dresser, she saw a bar of soap, two towels, and a change of clothes seated next to her backpack. She sighed.Â
The feel of hot water along her skin felt like heaven, her fingers dousing the vanilla scented soap everywhereâher large curls, her freckled cheeks, her curvy frame.Â
Emery was unfortunately a little smaller than her, so the pale pink tee she gave her fit like a baby tee, her midriff showing above the sweatpants that didnât even have much room for her assâshe exhales, the full tresses of her curls already drying back up into full waves passing her lower back. She had to dismiss the embarrassment as bunny slippersâalso lended by Emeryâsqueak down the hallway with each stepâwhen her body turns into the kitchen, the familiar three bodies sit at the table.
 Emeryâs lips part to greet her, âOh good! Youâre awake, and the slippers fit youâare you still hungry?â
Sahfeyah just stands in her spot, shifting the shirt down her waist as she shrugs, âA little.âÂ
âAaila was a little fussy, so Onyankopon made dinnerâis meatloaf okay? We have some other vegetables, too,â she takes a moment to breathe, âWe donât have much variety since supply runs get harder soâhopefully you donât have any allergies.â
Sahfeya glances at Onyankoponâhis wife beater is now clean, the back of his muscles flexing as he stands over the stove. She can feel the irritation coming off his body.Â
Her voice is soft, âIâll manageâum, thank you.â
âYou were out cold,â Theo mentions, standing from the table as he asks, âDo you wannaâ sit down?âÂ
When Onyankopon makes his way over, he nearly tosses the plate in her direction. Sahfeya places her palms on the sides of it, glancing back to Emery who gives an apologetic nod. So instead of taking that plate upside his head, she sits down to eat.
She tries her best not to dive into the food, but she canât help itâshe swallows instead of bites, keeping her head down as everyone Emery, Elijah and Theo talk amongst themselves. She also canât help her eyes stealing glances at Onyankopon on the end of the table, eyes peering away each time he notices her staring.
She figures she could beâpolite.Â
âYâall from here?âÂ
âYeah,â Elijah replies, âWe moved to New York when we got marriedâEmery picked up on living up north, thatâs why she doesnât have an accent.â
She pouts at her husband, âI do, too! Itâs just not as strong.â
Elijah just chuckles, kissing her temple, âCame back to visit Onyankopon and Theo to introduce them to Aailaâthatâs when the world went to shit.âÂ
âWhat was left of it, anyways,â Theo hums, leaning back into the chair as he flicks his gaze toward Onyankopon, who was looking between everyone at the table, âBut itâs livable here, I guess. What are you doing here?âÂ
âTheo,â Emery scolds, âYou canât just ask the girl questions like thatââ
âItâs fine.â
Sahfeya lowers her fork, wondering exactly how to answer this questionâshe couldnât lieâher throat felt a little tight already.Â
âI lived out in Mississippi with my best friend before everything happened. The Embassy ordered groups, so we justâstuck with some people weâd grown up with. But then she wasâumâbit by a Hollow, and when we learned that there was a cure we planned to travel in hopes of finding the Embassyâthe group we were in didnât think it was safe, and just figured it was easier to kill her. Soââ
Her throat feels closed.Â
âSorryââ she politely stands from her chair, feeling her body beginning to shudder, âWould youâexcuse meââ
Sahfeyaâs already making her way back into the guest roomâshe didnât realize that hearing herself say this out loud was harder than watching it happen. She refused to cry in front of a bunch of strangers. The room was perfectly dark as she raised her eyes to the ceiling, holding her fingers over her face as she took a deep breath, feeling her body trembling as she fought the tears attempting to release.Â
Her body then jolts, hearing the sound of the door creaking openâwhen she looks over to the frame, she sees that familiar tatted figure standing in between. He holds out a pair of sweatpants.
âI know Emeryâs clothes a lilâ uncomfortable soâhere.âÂ
Her eyes flick down to the pants, going back up to his eyes.Â
She asks, âTheyâre yours?âÂ
He stands still in the doorway, his fingers clutching the material a bit tighter, âMhm.âÂ
His deep voice is softer than before, but his shoulders are still tense, eyes watching her face in silence.
Sahfeya steps forward as she slowly takes the pair from him. Her voice is equally soft as she replies, âThanks.âÂ
He nods at the reply, glancing away as he shoves his palm back into his pocketâhis shoulders square back, eyebrows pushing together as he stands a bit taller.
âWhat was yoâ friendâs name?â
She blinks at the question.Â
Her throat returns back to that tightness as she replies, âSamira.â
âSamira,â he repeats slowly, his eyebrows loosening just a bit.Â
The silence between them is deafening, and he doesnât realize she has to look up in order to actually see himâher features were soft, eyes big and vulnerable.Â
âIâm sorry about yoâ friend, Sahfeya.âÂ
She stares and stares, her brain trying to process the words coming out of his mouth.Â
âI know what itâs like to lose someone close to you, soâI see why youâ soâyou.âÂ
Sahfeyaâs eyebrows raise, âSo me?âÂ
âIndependent.âÂ
Sheâs never been unsure of herself, but maybe it was the face that belonged to this man. It was intimidating. She could see the way he eyed her body and faceâlike he was trying to read her.Â
Thatâs when she replies, âIâm a little surprised you sayinâ all that after I spit in your face.â
A ghost of a smile appears on his lips.
âYou gonâ apologize?â
Her eyebrow raises, âIs that what youâre looking for?â
âI mean, I did bring you a lilâ peace offering, even witâ them sticky ass fingers you got.âÂ
She holds the pants up, âOhâthis equates to putting a gun to my head?âÂ
âI ainât put no gun to yoâ head,â he corrects, âJust aimed it at you.â
âSame difference.â
She then takes a breath, realizing she mightâve been in the wrong.Â
She sighs, âLookâIâm sorry for spitting on you, okay?âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
âAnd, what?âÂ
âAnd you trynaâ steal from me?âÂ
âI ainât know it was your room, Onyankopon. Are you gonna accept my apology or not?âÂ
His eyes graze over her entire body.Â
âItâs aight,â he leaves it at that, âYou gonâ come eat the rest of yoâ food?âÂ
It seemed like they were two sides of the same coin, unable to be entirely vulnerable with each other. So if this was a stepâit was better than nothing.Â
âI need to change out of these uncomfortable ass pantsâbut yeahâIâll be there.âÂ
Silenceâhis eyes watch as she turns around, wrapping her fingers beneath the waistband of her pants.Â
Sahfeyaâs notices him, eyes narrowing, âYou just gonâ stand there?â
Her fingers are still hooked under the pants as she turns back aroundâ heâs gone.Â
The sun had risen quicker than she expected it to the next morning. Her body had sunken into the bed, it being a while since sheâd known the comforts of an actual duvet. She could hear the faint sound of crying within the kitchen, assuming Aaila was fussing as Emery attempted to feed her.Â
But what she didnât expect was to be woken up as abruptly as she was. Her body jolts when she feels something drop down on herâher eyes fly open, looking down to see her clothes from the day before.
When she looks up, the first thing she sees is Onyankoponâbare, a towel wrapped around his lower body as his deep voice greets, âWe donât sleep through the morninâ âround here.âÂ
Sahfeyaâs eyes narrow, âAnd what time is it now?âÂ
âBoutââeight in the morning,â he tells her, âI washed yoâ clothes.âÂ
With the natural light coming into the window, sheâs able to see himâhis features were sharper against the morning, the wetness from the shower leaving his skin glistening. His toned shoulders were wide, the tattoos along his body darker than yesterday.Â
Her eyes flicker over him as heâs turned awayâher voice soft, distractedâshe mindlessly murmurs, âThank you.âÂ
âYou cominâ shortened our food supply, so we gonâ have to huntâWhen weâ outside of the house, you gonâ have to listen to everything I say, aight?
Her eyes are still wandering over his body. Her brain is a bit muddled, âMhm.âÂ
He pauses, glancing behind himself to realize she had zoned out. His face remains unfazed, but thereâs a flicker of amusement in his eyes.Â
âMhm? Thatâs all you got?âÂ
Sahfeya blinks.Â
 âYeahâheard you.â
âDonât take too long, then,â he orders, tattooed back flexing, âWeâ goinâ in thirty.â
Her eyes mightâve followed him on the way out.Â
Sahfeya walks into the kitchen twenty minutes later, seeing Emery whoâs feeding Aaila, Theo and Elijah sitting at the table reloading their weapons.Â
âMorninâ,â both men greet her.Â
She gives them a soft nod, turning towards Emery whoâsâ smiling?Â
Sahfeya hesitantly greets, âUhâGood morning?âÂ
âGood morning,â Emery gives her a small wink, âHowâd you sleep?â
âDecentââÂ
Emeryâs still smiling.Â
Sahfeya raises an eyebrow, âWhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
Emeryâs voice is giddy, âI heard you and my brother talked last night.â
âWe did.â
âAnd?âÂ
âWeââÂ
Sahfeya sighed, âWe mightâve found some common ground.â
That causes the others at the table to snicker, both Elijah and Theo eyeing one another with the same smirk on their face.Â
âCommon ground?â Emery questions with a hum, âWhat kind of ground would that be, exactly?â
She shrugs, âI donât knowâweâre bothâprideful, I guess.âÂ
Her words make them all chuckle again.Â
âDonât worry about him,â Emery attempts to reassure, âHeâs actually a big softie.âÂ
âMajor,â Elijah adds.
âExpeditiously,â Theo finalizes.
In that moment, Onyankopon turns into the kitchenâhe adjusts the chain he wears, muscle tee hugging his abs he tugs it over his body, camouflage printed cargo pants held by his tactical, hefty boots weighing his feet.
He pauses, eyebrows furrowing.Â
âWe talkinâ âbout me?âÂ
Heâs making his way to the window, eyes narrowing through the blinds.
Emery shakes her head, âJust talking about how we hope you find something good out there.âÂ
Onyankopon lets out a hum before moving, adjusting the pistol at the back of his pants. Itâs quiet, the only audible noises being Aailaâs slight coos. He goes over to his sister, pressing a kiss to her forehead and her baby girls, âYou good?âÂ
Emery nods, âAlways. Youâll be careful, right? Iâm making beef stew for lunch, so please donât take too long.â
âYou already know.â
Sahfeyaâs distracted as she props her finger in front of Emeryâs six month old, her dark curls sprawling all the way down to her wide hipsâthe olive green shorts she wears clings to the fat of her ass, the black long sleeve doing no better as it hugs her upper body, showing her midriffâher nipples mightâve been poking through, too. Her paratrooper boots come up, tying all the way to her knees. Maybe this was the first time Onyankopon caught himself looking at this girl in the sunlight.Â
However, he dismisses his own thoughts, âYou gonâ sit around with the baby all day, or you gonâ come help a nigga hunt?â
Sahfeyaâs eyes were round, attempting to be masked by her naturally long lashes, dark pink lips flushed as her freckled face glanced over to him, âYeahâWhere are we going?â
She notices his face. He was glaring.Â
His voice is low, âWe gonâ hit the forest nearby. Here,â he goes into the corner, the loud click of his shotgun shifting in his palm as he reaches it out to her.
She wraps her fingers around the weapon, âUhâWhat am I supposed to do this? I have a pistol.â
He raises a thick eyebrow, âItâs a shotgun. âCanât kill no Hollows with that lilâ ass pistol you got.â
âIt ainât little,â her nose scrunches, âJust ainât no shotgun.âÂ
âYou done?â He grunts, âIâm trynaâ be back before the sun goes down.âÂ
âAre you done?â
âIâm not finnaâ keep arguing with you, girlâLetâs go.âÂ
And with that, the door shuts.Â
âLawdâthey gonâ kill each other out there.â
Birds soar above the trees, cawing loudly through the clouds as the sky attempts to clear up above. Sahfeyaâs body bends as Onyankopon holds a broken part of the gate open, crouching into a walkway that leads towards the forest.Â
Her eyes squint as the sun comes out, âYou sure thereâs no Hollows back here?â
Onyankoponâs steps are long, he takes one stride to her three. His head cranes behind him, âThatâs why itâs called a hunt.â
Heâs a few steps ahead of her as the foliage becomes thicker, his tone more serious.Â
âYou got ammo on that shotgun?â
Sheâs dragging the weapon as it feels heavy in her fingers. Sahfeya glances down, slowing her steps as heâs still walking, âUhâmaybe?âÂ
âYours is a pump action,â he calls back, âPut the end of the shotgun against your shoulder.âÂ
He continues through the thicket of trees, his voice a hiss, âLoad and rack it.â
Thatâs when Sahfeya fully stops. Her expression is a frown, âYouâ must be speakinâ creole or something.â
Onyankopon stopsâhis head turns back to look at her. He slowly walks, moving to stand just a foot ahead as he snatches the weapon from her hands.Â
âHow youâ been on yoâ own and canât even use shit like a shotgun?âÂ
He begins to load the weapon. His movements are swift, showing that heâs done this an effortless amount of times.Â
âLookââ he leans closer, âYou pull this lilâ tab here right before you shoot. If you donât do it right, youâll know âcause the shit gonâ kick right back and break yoâ faceââ
âI thought you said we were hunting for food, we huntinâ Hollows or something?â She cuts him off, curls draping over her shoulder, head tilting in confusion.
She has no time to react before heâs lifting the shotgunâhe fires, her body flinching at the boom as he takes a shot a couple feet away from her.Â
âYou ainât payinâ attention.âÂ
âI am!â her face almost goes into a pout, âWhy canât I just have your pistol?â
âHollows ainât a joke,â he narrows his eyes, âYoâ lilâ gun like a damn peashooter. You trynaâ die?â
âYou ainât gonâ protect me while weâ out here? Whatâs all these muscles for? Cuddling?âÂ
She reaches for the pistol in the back of his pants, shrieking when she feels her knife suddenly tugged from her shorts, pointed directly at her throat.
âWhat you gonâ do when another Rouge comes at you trynaâ snatch yoâ ass for everything you got?âÂ
She huffs, âWhy are you playing that scenario now?â
âIt ainât playing,â he places it back in her tactical, âYou just ainât ready.âÂ
The shotgun was unfortunately back in her hand. Sheâs still dragging it, âDonât you think weâre far enough?â
âYou think far enough gonâ feed us?âÂ
The sun shines fully, eyes squinting as he looks back to her, âYou want me to catch youâwhat, a rabbit?âÂ
Itâs more of a mossy pond they come uponâand as if on cue, a bunny goes flying past their feet, taking off further into the trees.
Sahfeyaâs shakes her head, âI would hope notâwhere did Emery get beef from if yâall hunt animals too?â
âWe gonâ keep walkinâ.â
His boots thud against the soft ground, âPeople gotâ meat,â they come upon a lakeâa group of deer slowly drinking from the water, âWe trade with âem sometimes.â
Sahfeya watches the animals, a soft sigh coming from her lips, âWe canât go trade today?â
He raises the shotgun at her, âJust for thatâyou get the first shot.âÂ
âI just told you I donât know how to shoot with that, Onyankopon.â
âYou gonâ learn.âÂ
Thatâs all he responds withâhe steps closer, taking her small body into his bigger, broader one. He pulls the shotgun over her shoulder, his chest now against her back, âHold it.â
âOnyââÂ
"Hold it.âÂ
He places her finger underneath the trigger with his grip firm. His warm breath hits the side of her ear, his voice a deep grunt.
"You gon' have to get comfortable wit' it. This âyour safety,â his body somehow moves closer, her back pressed firmly into his torso as he points to where heâs referring, âThis tab here gonâ eject the bullet when I push it in.âÂ
She releases a breath, âPush it in?â
"In,â he repeats, slow and deliberate, watching the way she almost flinches at his voice in her ear.
âItâs gonâ release it from the chamber,â he rasps, âMeans you still got two more bullets in here.âÂ
Onyankoponâs thick bicep moves to grip underneath her own, aiming the gun towards a deer. His other arm wraps around her waist to steady the rifle, âYou hearinâ me?âÂ
He slowly shifts his hand around the trigger, moving the tab just like he saidâa bullet ejects, causing the deers to scatter at the sound.Â
Sahfeya stiffens.Â
âRelax,â he grunts.
She lets out another breath, âOkay.âÂ
âYou see the one Iâm pointinâ at?âÂ
One of the deer had a large pair of antlers, standing taller than the others. Sahfeya lets out a soft, âMhm.âÂ
âWhen you actually shootâthe gun gonâ kick back. Iâm holdinâ it tight, so it ainât gonâ hurt you.âÂ
She can feel his grip tighten around her, âAll you gotta do is hollonâ to me, aight?âÂ
Sahfeya just nods, not trusting her voice.
âShoot.âÂ
The shotgun goes off, the deer dropping to the ground with a loud bangâOnyankoponâs grip on her body is the only thing that keeps her from falling backwards.Â
Sahfeyaâs ear rings as she shrieks, but nothing hurts more than the warmth she feels on her back from him. His face is close to her own, the smell of cedar from his neck filling her nose.
âSorry.âÂ
Onyankoponâs grip remains firm. The swell of her ass pressed tightly to his hips, and she was scared that if she moved, sheâd feel more than his tactical.Â
She smells like vanilla, like everything that was sweetâ pretty.Â
âMy fault,â he murmurs, âYou good?â
A rush of adrenaline pours through her bodyâshe leans deeper into his, a breathless giggle falling from her lips, âThink Iâd still prefer my pistol.â
Itâs like hell had frozen overâOnyankopon chuckles, the sound deepâsexy, âYouâ cute.âÂ
He allows her to step out of his grasp, her body somewhat missing the warmth as soon as she does. He adjusts his cargos with his large palm, âLemmeâ grab the deer. Weâll head back.â
Their eyes seem to linger over each other for a momentâSahfeyaâs face flushes a bit, keeping her eyes focused on the weapon still held within her palm. She smiles.Â
But that only lasted for a millisecond.
A groan ceases through the trees. The birds from above begin flying awayâSahfeya frowns, her eyes glancing around the area, her entire body tensing as the deers take off in different directions.Â
âOnyankopon?âÂ
The sound brings a sudden stillnessâOnyankoponâs jaw ticks, his movements silent as he looks towards the woods on the other sideâHe takes a step towards Sahfeya, arm entrapping her behind him.Â
They listen.Â
Just then, another moan echoes.
âHollows.âÂ
And thenâthey see them.
She counts two. One is a man, his stomach rippedâintestines dangling from his open wounds. His face is scarred, his head a matted mess.Â
Itâs the sound of his heavy breaths that cause them to tenseâbut he isnât alone. Before they can even think, heâs flying towards themâthe speed of his body nearly breaking the sound barrier.Â
âMove!âÂ
Onyankoponâs hand grips her shorts, tugging her in the direction back towards the mansion. He yanks his pistol from the back of his pants, already aimingâfiring, the sound loud as it bounces off the trees.
Sahfeya takes off, crunching branches beneath her boots as she flurries through the woodsâher heart drops the moment another groan surfaces in the direction sheâs runningâshe halts, raising the shotgun towards the feet sloppily trampling towards herâshe fires.
The kickback from the shotgun thumps her jawâit aches, but she doesnât have time to accept the painâThe Hollow slumps to the ground, dead.Â
âSahfeya!ââÂ
She hears Onyankopon call, but a force steps into her path, making her flinchâa Hollow reaches, mouth snapping towards her, only being held back by her arms blocking his bite. Itâs strong.
She strugglesâthe force pushes her onto the ground, snapping teeth just a mere second from her face. She beats at its chest, âShit!âÂ
Onyankopon is fast, his hand raising as a bullet flies from the weapon, shooting the Hollow in the headâthereâs a moment where it cries, dropping directly next to Sahfeyaâs legs.Â
The moment she throws her body up, her shoulders nearly jolt as her body is snatched behind a treeâher scream stifles under Onyankoponâs palm, body against the front of his chest as he clasps her mouth shut.Â
His large palm is so big compared to her face, completely covering her mouth with a strength that doesnât take much to keep her in place. Their breathing is harsh, her heart racingâOnyankoponâs muscles on her back arenât helping to bring her pulse down either.Â
Another moan echoes.
Sahfeyaâs body stiffens, watching Hollows surfacing from the trees. This was the first time sheâd ever been this close to one. Not sinceâ
âOnyankopon,â her voice mewls through his fingers, the warmth of her tears on his skinâsheâs reaching back to tug at his shirt. Theyâre everywhere.
âIâm here.â
His voice is just as low when he finally releases his palm, âI donât gotâ the clips to kill all of them. GoââÂ
âI canât leave you hereââ
âYes the hell you can,â his voice grows a bit louder, his body hardening against her own, âImmaâ be behind you, girl. I promise.âÂ
He didnât lieâhe couldnât lie. Heâs tugging her arm as he begins to move, his strides wide. Onyankopon shoves the pistol in his pocket, now pushing his arm in front of her smaller frame as he hastily clears his way forwardâshe didnât seem to think of herself as weak and scared, but for the moment, he was using the lightness of her body, pulling her as fast as he could.Â
They make it back towards the broken part of the fence, the sound of bullets zipping past her earsâOnyankoponâs firing off every shot from his pistol, heavier footsteps pounding behind them, spits and groans loud.Â
He tugs the bottom of the gate open, still firing off shots with one hand as Sahfeya crawls her way throughâwhen she turns, heâs still on the other sideâshooting, shooting.
âOnyâOnyankopon!â Sahfeya calls, fingers brushing the tattoo on the side of his arm, reaching for his body.
Her fingers fumble from the adrenaline coursing through her bodyâsheâs trying to lift the fence, the metal too heavy.Â
Sheâs yelling, âOnyankopon, câmon!â Â
âI canât let them get pastâGo!âÂ
He takes his palmâslamming the gate shut where he stands. Her voice trembles the entire ground as she cries, âNo!âÂ
Onyankoponâs back is pressed to the gate as the grunts of the Hollows become louderâhis gun empties, the clips dropping to the ground second after second. Heâs breathing hard as his eyes dart, his fingers reaching into his other pocket.Â
But the only thing he has is a knife.Â
His eyes narrow at the sight of more Hollows emerging, his palm slamming into the chest of the first one who gets within his spaceâthe blade pierces through its throat with a squelch.
But nothing is scarier than his body beginning to be piled by three of themâand thatâs when it happensâa loud groan comes from Onyankopon himself, gnashing teeth digging into the flesh of his arm, sinking deeper by the second.Â
Sahfeya didnât know where sheâd found this strength, but she yanks the gate up, tugging the knife from his palm as sheâs stabbing forcefully, blood splattering all over her body in return. Sheâs fighting.
One bulletâit surfaces from the end of the shotgun, sending the final Hollow running back into the forest. Sahfeya groans as she drags his body under the gate, clasping it shut into the grass as much as she canâshe holds him up, âHey, HeyâOny? Are youâhey, look at me!âÂ
His brown eyes widen, a groan leaving his lips as he stares at the sky, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He tries to push up, but his arm feels like itâs on fire.Â
Blood drips down his elbow, pooling on the ground near her fingers, âIâm good,â he pants, âIâm good, Sahfeya.â
âFuck,â she quiversâher voice rushes, âYouâre bit, Onyankopon.â
The adrenaline that fueled his body is beginning to dwindle as she brings him back into the mansion, heâs staggering with every step. Heâs trembling as they reach the back door, Sahfeya shoving it open and yanking him inside.Â
Sheâs crying, tears leaving a trail on her cheeks as she begs, âEmery!âEmery!â
Emery runs as soon as she sees them, her body freezing at the sight, Theo and Elijah right behind her.Â
âMy god,â she gasps, eyes widening as his arm dangles helplessly, âOny?âwhat happened?âÂ
âThem fuckinâ Hollows,â his voice is hard, as if he was running out of oxygen to even talk, his eyes rolling as he pantsâ heâs fighting the urge to pass out.Â
âHe was bitââ Sahfeya expresses, her words scrambled, âHe shot all the ones he couldâI couldnâtâI couldnât push the gate upââ
âHey,â Theo is firm, âItâs gonâ be okayââ
âGet the fuck outtaâ here,â Onyankoponâs voice is loud, eyes wide, âPut me outside. Iâm not finnaâ let myself hurt yâall.â
âWhat?âÂ
Theoâs eyes go wide, âWhat âyou mean outside? You sayinâ you gonâ just let this happen?âÂ
Elijah gives Theo a look, "He's gonâ turnâitâs in his body.âÂ
Emery shakes her head, tears in her eyes, âYou canât do that, Iâm not watching you die!â
âYou donât gotâ a choice!â
He knocks his head down to Sahfeya as he still holds on, âLet me go.âÂ
âOnyankopon, please!ââ
Onyankopon tries to take another step, but his knees buckle, his hand gripping into the wall beside themâthe floor feels closeâcomfortable.Â
Heâs falling.Â
The fear that grips everyoneâs body vibrates the wallsâit feels nauseous, a soft sob spilling from Emeryâs lips as she watches her brother try to push away from all of them. Her sibling. Elijahâs brother in law. Theoâs
best friend. Sahfeyaâsâ
He collapses.Â
Nothing.
He was nothing.
FOR IT TO BE NO ELECTRICITY WITHIN THE HOUSE, THE CANDLES ALMOST SEEM LUMINESCENT. Heavy eyelids catch the blur of flames, going from narrowed, to open.Â
They try to find some type of focusâthe sable duvet of blankets, back to the flames flickering softlyâor, the feminine silhouette, darkened curls framing the round face that doesnât come into full vision yet. However, the faint scent of vanilla comes to fruition.Â
âHey.âÂ
Was it a dream?
Things become more clearâand seeing those round brown eyes, freckles, soft featuresâmaybe it wasnât a dream.Â
His body joltsâa warm, small palm coming above his, âItâs just me.âÂ
âDonât touch me.â
His voice grunts as an effort to raise himself from the bed, âIs everyone okay?âÂ
âOnyankopon.â
The events of the day begin to flood his memory; he struggles to sit up, but his arms feel weakâhe growls, âDonât lemmeâ repeat myself.â
Sahfeya eyes him for a moment. She sighs, âEven almost dying, youâre still stubborn.âÂ
Her voice is softer, âEveryoneâs fine. Theyâre all restingâAailaâs been real fussy for the past couple of daysâshe just misses her uncle,â she lightly pokes.
At the mention of Aaila, his expression softens. But he canât lie, heâs confused.Â
âA couple days? Thatâs how long I beenâ out?â
Sahfeya shakes her head, âAlmost a week now,â she corrects, âYouâre probably experiencing a bit of soreness.â
His eyes glance down to his armâthe bitten one, his fingers running along the now bandaged skin. At the sight, his eyes narrow.
âI didn't change,â he mutters.
Sahfeya eyes him.Â
âNever got the opportunity to use that cureâI figured Iâd do some good, put it to better use than using it on myself.â
âThe cure?â he frowns, âYou had it?â
Thatâs when she raises her hand, âSticky fingers, remember? Who knows, I may be on the run from the Embassy.âÂ
Something in him wants to be amused. But he canât help but to say, âYou ainât have to do thatâthat shit couldâve happened to you, Sahfeya.â
Sahfeya shrugs, âIt could have. But it didnât.â
Her fingers brush along his palm, âI gave it to someone who deserved itâJust as much as Samira did.âÂ
The words she speaks sinks into him.Â
"You saved a nigga life.âÂ
Sahfeya gives a gentle smile, âCall it an actual apology for trying to rob you in the first place.â
Onyankopon just stares at her for a momentâhis eyes roaming over her figure with an unreadable expression.
Her shoulders hike up a bit, more tense than she shouldâve been as she notices, âAre you feeling okay? Oh godâare you having a stroke or something? Do you need waterââÂ
No, he just needed her.Â
Onyankoponâs rough palm cradles the smooth flesh at the back of her neck, pulling her mouth against his, kissing her.
Itâs slowâhis lips soft, gentle, a contrast to everything else about him. Heâs warm, fingers wrapping to the back of her neck, taking in every part of herâher eyes flutter shut as she exhales against his mouth, hands trembling a bit as she leans herself against his bicepsâshe tenses as she feels her fingers along his gauze, pulling back as her face flushed a red, âUmââÂ
She presses her fingers to her mouth, âYou should shower.âÂ
"You sayinâ I stink?"Â
âNo,â her giggle feels awkward, âI justâyouâve been laying in bed for daysâit might clear your head a bitââ
âWhat youâ sayinâ? That I kissed you âcause my brain muddled?â
She blinks softly, âMaybe.âÂ
And to her surprise, he listens. His body mightâve felt a slight soreness, but the hot water against his muscles definitely helped his mind clear, the past couple of days replaying all in a multitude of imagery within his mind. Everything meant something to him.Â
Onyankopon steps out of the shower, towel hanging low along his hips, only being held by the clutch of his palm. His durag is tied atop of his head, full lips flushed from the warmth of the shower, the steam hazing into the bedroom as he steps out, catching sight of a silhouetteâthe bare dip of Sahfeyaâs back curves inwards, her ass heavy as she pulls the oversized tee to cover her bodyâshe hears him, pulling the material down as her soft voice questions, âYou mind if I sleep in this?â
His eyes had lingered, drinking in his fill of her soft body before looking up to meet her gazeâsheâs flustered, body flushed from head to toe as she stood at the edge of the bed.Â
His voice is low, âGonâ head.â
She tugs a curl of her hair, pulling a bit as some type of distractionâher eyes look at him, but she doesnât make it entirely obvious as she questions, âThe shower made you feel any better?âÂ
His body moves towards the dresser, tattooed chest glistening in the dim lightâhe leans forward as he pulls out a drawer filled with his clothing, but he doesnât move to retrieve anything yet.
Onyankopon leans further, âThe hot water felt good,â he husks, âMade it easier to thinkâmy mind was all over the place when I first woke up.âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
âAndâionâ remember much now,â he takes a step towards her, Sahfeyaâs round eyes blinking in return.Â
âYou donât?â
Onyankopon shakes his head, eyes moving over her own, âNahâEverything before me gettinâ in that shower is kinda blurry.âÂ
His tone lowers, âButâionâ know, I mightâve remembered a lilâ kiss or sumâ.â
Sahfeyaâs face drops, her palm swatting his arm as she whines, âDonât play like that,â stepping back as he dips his face to meet hersâheâs grunting as he reaches for her waist, âPlay like what, huh?â
âOny.âÂ
He chuckles, his palms gripping her soft hips, pulling her forward as she attempts to move, âYou already forgettinâ me?â
âNo,â her arms hesitantly found his shoulders, âI justâwanna make sure it wasnât a pity kissâyou know, âcause I helped you.â
âThat shitâ crazy,â he grumbles, âI kissed you âcause I canât get my mind off you, girl.âÂ
His nose brushes hersâSahfeyaâs body tenses a bit, her nod soft as she glides her teeth along the plush of her bottom lip, âOkay.âÂ
Through all of that shell sheâd protected herself with being here, he feels it being broken down the moment her fingers trail the silk of his durag, her breath hitching as his lips brush against hers.Â
âYou gonâ let a nigga have you?â
The question makes her body taut in his arms. Her teeth dip lower into her bottom lip, Sahfeya tensing to ground herself, âOnyââ
His voice is gruffer than before as he narrows his eyes down, his lips brushing her own in torturous repetitions, âRelax yoâ hand.â
Her eyebrows furrow a bit, a throb coming from her clit in a way that it shouldnât have. She takes another breath, her palm slowly releasing from the nervous hold she had, whimpering the moment his mouth sucks at her lips.
"Youâ a good ass girl. Don't tense," he gruntsâSahfeya squeaks softly the moment he grabs her by the thick flesh of her thighs, tossing her down the bedâhis shoulders loom the arch of her body.Â
Onyankoponâs head then dips, his lips pressing to hers with more force, âYou know what you doinâ to me?â
His fingers slip into the intertwine of hers, holding her palms against the bed. It causes her lower body to sway a bit in return, her forehead knocking into his as her face flushes, eyes fluttering shut.Â
"Don't do allatâ," he rasps, âYou a nigga riled up," his fingers trail up her arms, grazing the tips of her knuckles with his thumb. He grips onto her fingers, "Gon' let me see you, girl.â
The kiss he gives her is hardâhis mind blank as he comes down onto her plump lips, âEyes.âÂ
Her lashes flick up, palms trembling under hisâat the same time, his tongue slides deep into her mouth, Onyankopon lowering down to begin sucking up the flesh of her throat. Her eyes clasp shut.Â
âNah,â he growls âhis fingers grip onto her jaw with one hand, pulling her gaze up, breath hot against her lips, âKeep themâ eyes up here.âÂ
Itâs as if he commands her attention.
âYou gonâ have to relaxâmy shit ainât nothinâ nice.âÂ
If his lower region wasnât nice, his mouth certainly wasnât any better.Â
Heâs tugging off her panties, dragging her to meet his mouthâa slurp resounds against the room as his lips suck at her clit, the facial hair along his face becoming coated with the arousal that glistens on her pussyâSahfeya hitches a breath, clawing for his shoulder. Her thighs tremble, âOnyâsâshitâŠâÂ
âYou wet as fuck.âÂ
Heâs giving her a mean showing of pleasure, his tongue lapping between her folds with every shiver of her bodyâHer thighs trap his head, back arching from every rapture that courses through her stomach. It seems like the words he speaks are laced with fire and truth, a soft shudder making her mind feel fuzzyâhis shoulders rise, tongue sweeping across the top of her lips, âKeep them legs up.âÂ
Heâs telling her that, but heâs moving them on his own as latches her ankles above her headâSahfeyaâs eyes are low, fighting to keep them from closing at the sight of him. The brown of his eyes and skin, his jaw clenched as he watches her, handsome features hard.
Onyankoponâs forehead connects with hers the moment his towel drops, Sahfeya jolting at the feel of his dick smacking her folds, tip rubbing her clitâhe was right about something though, his dick was nothing nice. Veiny, girthy, long. But the moment he sinks into her, her mouth parts open at the truth of his wordsâher fingers clutch, hips unable to move as he holds her down. He grunts when she gives a whimper, her body tugging beneath hisâshe feels full, a pleasured discomfort.Â
âI know,â he rumbles, tightening the hold he had on her hands, âYou full, baby. My shit curvinâ in you.â
Her legs tremble beneath his body, and when his tip lugs deeper, Sahfeyahâs face hides within her shoulder, tears brimming her eyes as another deep, fiery pinch of pleasure rushes through her bodyâher voice is soft, âOâOohâŠâ
His lips sear into her own, âYou gonâ take me?â
She shakes, her nose finding hisâsheâs mewling, âItâs big, Ony.âÂ
Onyankoponâs grip tightens on her wrists. Heâs grizzled at the plea of a voice, âYou wanna see how you takinâ it?â
He releases her hands, cradling both of his palms at the back of her head as he strokes so slowlyâhe pulls her face up, allowing her eyes to find the connection of their bodies below. Sheâs watching.Â
And just from the sightâher legs slowly spread open in a way that her folds stretch to take more of him in, her forehead pressing further against his as her arms wrap around his backâshe whimpers, âOh my godâŠâÂ
He doesnât stop pounding, the grip on her head possessive, her mouth parted open, yet, nothing comes out.Â
âJust keep watchinâ my shit go inâitâs gonâ go deeper every time.â
Heâs grunting this to her.Â
âOohmygodOny.âÂ
âYou betâ not fuckinâ move. Keep it up.â
The connection of his palm to her face has Sahfeya moan, Onyankopon groaning to her in repetitions, âKeep it up. Keep it up.âÂ
Her walls are softening the more his dick encases her folds, it makes her feen for more. Sahfeya takes her ankles, wrapping her palms around the soles of her feet as she spreads her legs completely openânow, theyâre to the sides of her headâthis angle, her eyes rollâsheâs groaning.
The splatter and schluck overwhelm her ears, her cream coating his dick to a discoloration. He has her pressed into the mattress, her face screwing upâsheâs loud.
âOnâOnyan,â she breathes, a small, soft sob coming from her lips, âMy stomachâŠâÂ
âYeah?â The grip he finds on her jaw goes tight, âIâm in there?âÂ
âYouâre in there, baby,â she harshly exhales, âFuck.âÂ
âI know. You gettinâ loud, all in a nigga ear.âÂ
Sheâs still holding her own legs up, her lower lip bruised as her teeth sink into it. Sheâs repeating with every move, âOooh, Oooh, Oooh,â her mouth going.Â
âGood girl,â he coos, his hand gripping her chin so her eyes are back on his, âCan a nigga spit in your mouth?â
Sahfeya faintly nodsâall of a sudden, sheâs shy.Â
âUse themâ big girl words, ionâ want that shy shit.âÂ
Her breathing is hard, panting when she attempts to speak, âYeah, baby. Lemmeâ have it.âÂ
Onyankopon snarls at her plea, the tip of his fingers sliding along her chin as he re-grips her jawâhis fingers curl, his spit landing on her tongue, jaw flexing at the sight of herâSahfeya squeezes her eyes, mouth parting to catch his saliva.
âMy shit feel that good?âÂ
âUh-huhhh,â her eyes rolled back in return.Â
She whimpers in such a bimbo way, âLike the way you fuck me, Ony.âÂ
âGood ass girlâyou gone,â his lips are close, breath hot against her own, brown eyes gleaming over her faceâSahfeya sticks her tongue out once more, twisting it around with hisâshe moans, flicking it up and down against his, just tasting him.
âOoh,â he groans, âJust like that, girlâJust. Like. That.âÂ
Onyankoponâs kiss is aggressive, his palms gripping her jaw as his hand slides up her faceâhis tongue strokes hers, his grip rough as it finds the flesh of her throat.Â
His breathing turns sharp, grunting in a way thatâs loud, his hips snapping.
âThis shit good,â his hips deeply thrust down into her pussyâholding at her cervixâSahfeya gasps intensely as he tugs back out.Â
Onyankopon growlsâthe grip on her throat tightens.Â
âI heard that. Do that shit again.â
âOny.âÂ
On the second strokeâSahfeyaâs voice is high, her back arching from the bedâher body shakes against his.
His palm slaps her cheek, "Gimmeâ that noise again."
âOooh,â she moans, fingers still holding her ankles in place, âOnnny.â
She raises her nails up to his abdomen, dragging them along the flesh. She whimpers, âComeâ closer.âÂ
His groan is gruff, his arms wrapping around her waist as he yanks her closeâHer arms latch around his neck in return, holding him tight as she smashes her mouth to his. He feels her.Â
This kiss is slow, a contrast to the hard grinding Onyankopon does.Â
âYeah, yeah,â heâs coaxing, his hands sliding up the smooth flesh of her back, âKeep them sounds cominâ.âÂ
Theyâre nearly seated up at this point, Onyankopon holding her by the flesh of her thighsâSahfeyaâs clinging on, clawing along his back while her other hand rests at the nape of his neck. His groan is low, his hand gripping the back of her curls as he yanks their mouths together, still stroking, âGot a nigga fuckinâ you crazy.â
âAâAgh,â she mewls, knocking her cheek into his jaw, eyes shut as she moans within his ear.Â
âOâOny,â sheâs whining, "Oh my god, baby.â
He thrusts deeper, her body shaking in his hands, âYou sound so pretty, baby.âÂ
âYou feel good as hell,â he continuously rasps, âYou feel so good.âÂ
Onyankopon is hissing, his lips sucking at the side of her neckâSahfeyaâs whining out, her grip on him tight, fingers holding. Â
âThere, baby.âÂ
His dick curves to the angle Sahfeya wants as he slams into herâshe cries outâ clutching onto him, a rapture of pleasure wafting her entire body. But he wanted more. He then flips her onto her stomach, eyes facing the mirror directly across from the bed. His hand is already clutching her throat, Sahfeyaâs eyes rolling as shoves back in, her ass clapping to the gush of his dick returning inside herâShe drops her face into the sheets, mewling for the thousandth time.Â
âNahâlook,â His hand forces her face to look up, âSee how I got you?â
His palm slaps the flesh of her ass, a loud echo coming within the room mixturing with the rhythm of her ass bouncing on his abdomenâOnyankoponâs palm grips her asscheek, his eyes narrowing at the reflection in the mirror, âLook at that.âÂ
He lays his body atop of hers, face burying into the crook of her neck as his lips rests at the shell of her earâher face is flushed, cheeks rosy and lips bruised as her low eyes look within his.
But sheâs no better than himâsheâs taking her lower body, grinding it back. Her head turns to face him, keeping her ear against his mouth as she hears him groan into it.Â
She giggles through her whimper, âLemmeâ bounce back on it, baby. Wanna hear you.âÂ
Onyankoponâs voice is a huff, his teeth sinking into the flesh of Sahfeyaâs neck, the hand on her chin yanking her head to the side, âYou donât gottaâ beg.â
His body sits up, fingers spreading her pussy from behind, âGet close,â he grunts. Sheâs obedient, grinding her body back against his, whimpering, âOh myâOohâ,â her body shaking against him, Onyankoponâs head rolling back.
Sheâs whiny, voice hiccuping as she justâtakes him.
âYou got it,â heâs biting his own lip as his curved palm pulls her into each thrust, his eyes narrow as they travel from their reflection back to herâhe swats her ass, âYou a muhfuckinâ pro. You takinâ this fat ass dick.âÂ
âSlow down, babyâŠâÂ
From the mirror, she watches his palm slide to the right side of her faceâhe slaps at it, âYou gonâ take me like you want it. Donât be cryinâ now.âÂ
âOooh!â sheâs groaning, âFuck, Ony.â
Her lips are parted, a soft gasp coming from her mouth as he keeps. Going.Â
 âYou gonâ give me all of you?â
He smacks her ass again.Â
âTell a nigga.â
Her pussy rocks back onto his dickâOnyankopon finds her throat from behind as she responds, her voice quiet, âIâm yours, Ony.â
âYou gonâ be mine forever, huh?â
Heâs sloppily tugging herâhis breaths quickening as his palm goes to the back of her neck.Â
âUh-huh,â sheâs nodding, âIâmâso close.âÂ
Sahfeyaâs eyes flutter when he lowers himself back into a kiss from behindâa low groan coming from his lips, âLook at me,â heâs coaxingâsheâs quick to obey, âThatâs it, baby,â his lips sucking at her own, âMy fuckinâ girl.â
Itâs a rush of emotions between the twoâ she frowns between her soft sob of, âIâm cumming.â Â
She keeps repeating it, holding onto him like sheâd never touched him beforeâlike she did when she thought heâd held his last breath.Â
Thereâs a sudden snarl from his chest as he slowsâa flash of emotion comes across his featuresâhe moans with her, the final smack of their lips louder than before as he feels her folds drenching his tip feverishly. It doesnât stopâit doesnât stop, theyâre moving, rocking togetherâhot, messy, passionate.
Then, theyâre silent.Â
A moment of peace, of reassuranceâSahfeya is the first one to break the tension, her voice soft, âIâm sorry.âÂ
He remains in her, his breathing soft as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, âFor what?âÂ
ââThink I scratched your arm where you were bitten.â
Onyankopon furrows his eyebrows. His lips tug into a small smirk, âYou too good.â
âYoâ! Emeryâs finally makinâ that beef stewââ
The door swings open, Theo adjusting his glasses as he continues, âShe needed to know ifâoh shit!âÂ
Sahfeyahâs body is instantly shielded, her lips squeaking at the sudden movement.
 âNigga, you forgot how to fuckinâ knock?â
Theoâs head dips, âMy bad, bro,â heâs saying quickly, âUhâhey, Sahfeyaââ
Sahfeya covers her face beneath Onyankopon, âHi, Theo.â
Onyankoponâs frown deepens, his eyes glaring as Theo takes the hint, âRightâI was gonâ ask if yâall need somethinâ to eat, but it seems like you already ateââ
âTheo, Immaâ knock yoâ ass out. Why youâ still standinâ here?â
âI canât come check on my bestie? You almost died!âÂ
Onyankoponâs head shakes as an exhale comes from his lips, âIâm alive,â he rasps, âLeave.â
âI get it, man,â Theoâs smiling, his hands held up in mock defeat, âPussy prollyâ great after allatâââ
âTheo.â
âYou hungry, beautiful?â He directs his question towards the body hiding.
Sahfeyahâs giggles, âIâm fine, Theo. Thank you.â
âWhatâs happening? Are they gonna come eat? Can Onyankopon come feed Aaila, I need to cook!âÂ
Emeryâs voice is heard all the way from downstairs.Â
Onyankopon grunts out, âWhere yoâ damn husband, Emery?â
âIâm helpinâ cook!â Elijah shouts.
Theo leans against the door, a smirk on his lips, âSoâhowâd this happen?â
Onyankoponâs eyes narrow, âImmaâ be worse than a Hollow if I gottaâ get up, Theo. Swear taâ god.âÂ
âIâm actually a bit lilâ hungry,â Sahfeyaâs voice is soft, her hands over her nipples, âAnd youâre heavy.âÂ
âYou heard the womanâwe cominâ. Now getchoâ ass gone.â
Theo smiles, âAightâYoâ, Emâ, theyâ in here hunchinâ!âÂ
âWhat?!â Both Emery and Elijah bleat in return.Â
The door slams shut.Â
And once more, Sahfeyaâs amused in a time where Onyankopon thought nothing was funny.Â
âWe gonâ have to deal with that every time?â she questions.
âUnfortunately. You ready for allatâ?â
Sahfeya sighs, âI donât knowâmaybe I should just take my things and leaveââ she goes to turn on the bed, a mixture of a shriek and laugh pouring from her lips as he tugs her back.Â
âLike hell.âÂ
He groans when her lips latch onto his, the kiss slow yet warm. Sahfeyaâs fingers trace the side of his face, eyes closed as she breathes, âIs this too fast?âÂ
âNah,â heâs low, âNah.âÂ
âMaybe we should skip dinner then,â Sahfeya sucks at his lips, âYeah?âÂ
âWe gonâ eatâ just lemmeâ get a lilâ appetizer in.â
Thatâs when he tugs the covers over their bodiesâand of course, Sahfeya giggles.
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đàŸàœČó ó ó ó ó ó ó àšà§ Ë àŁȘ . . . 6.3k. black fem!reader â librarian!armin â lowercase intended â rainstorm / trapped in , protection use â size difference â praise â oral ê° f + m. ê± â humping the air â prone bone â hair pulling â spanks & choking â arminâs cocky in this ngl â brief throat fucking â fingering â pet names ê° cutie , baby , bunny ê± . minors arenât welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3 đàŸàœČ
ê° đđđâđâđ đđđĄđ ê± . . . still questioning whether i like the way i wrote this + armin in general. but, this is my first fic coming back from hiatus so im def a lil rusty lolz. this was written purely off a trip to the library and spotting a blonde boy ân a kitty. <3 smut linkies > > ( â€ïž. â€ïž. )
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rain falls in heavy sheets for hours. trees rock with brutal winds as clouds descend into darkness. a gust of cold wind blows at the heavy doors to the library, aggressively slamming shut behind you along with the chime of a vintage shopkeeper bell. the old man, mister arlert, who usually runs the shop is nowhere to be found. it shouldn't be of surprise given the sudden change of weather; rushing here to return a few books that passed their deadline before your departure back home.Â
you had a flight to catch early in the afternoon to spend time with your family for fall break. located in the blistering heat of the countryside. having already packed the night before given your dire need of hefty attire, cosmetics, and toiletries â there hadnât been much to do these past two days. youâve been cooped up into your apartment off campus after finals ended, cleaning your home, tending to self care, and binging long awaited tv shows.Â
today the weather was brutal. rain literally beating down on your windows for hours now. thereâs been crackles of thunder, but nothing much to worry of. although, your phone did buzz a few good times in reminder of flash flooding and possible tornadoes. it never was anything to be too concerned over given you lived in the east coast. at most, thereâd be small floods, nothing exceeding two inches. since itâs currently fall, the weathers migrating to windy and chilly temperatures. tis the season for sweaters and leg warmers.Â
since you had nothing better to do, you remembered you had to run a quick errand to return a few books youâd borrowed from the local library. thereâs a sweet old man who owned the shop; mister arlert. each time he saw you heâd always give the warmest greetings. usually helping you with finding exactly what you needed or even giving suggestions of novels heâs enjoyed during his younger days. most of which he read to his wife.Â
stepping deeper into the library, itâs completely silent. your clothes are slightly dampened, having to run towards the door to not get entirely soaked. with the books clutched close to your chest, you quietly make yourself known in the presence of whomever was here. youâd made the worst decision of wearing shorts, your thighs wet from the rain, droplets sliding down to your bethan doc martens. luckily, your wore an oversized toffee sweater that reached the backs of your thighs.Â
âhello?! mister arlert?âÂ
silence.Â
so, you continue your exploration. maybe mister arlert was in the back dusting off classics. suddenly, you hear a meow coming from the libraryâs famous cat; fluffles. the chunky orange persian feline with streaks of white on its fluffy coat â hence the name. you smile, clicking your tongue to get his attention as you coed and stumbled closer.Â
âhii pretty baby. how are you today? i know, the weatherâs scary, huh?â cutely, you gasp when his tiny head knocks into your palm delicately for comfort, purring softly.Â
heâs feeding into your attention to him for two minutes before heâs made the decision to walk away. you follow him blindly, trying to see if anyone will pop up around the large, brown shelves of collections. to your luck, you do find someone.Â
thereâs a man youâve never seen before, especially here at least. he has his back to you and doesn't seem to notice you, lost in his own world. you watch him for a moment, appreciating his focus and attention to detail as he carefully arranges the books.Â
first, your eyes fall straight onto his hair, gawking with bloomed irises of pure enchantment. itâs blonde and bright, like the sun almost. ringlets of curls and really fluffy. it surrounded his features like a paper stick of cotton candy. really airy to touch, youâre sure of it. heâs tall, even though heâs standing on a latter organizing novels. heâs got earphones plugged in, blasting incredibly loud because even you could hear the muffled tunes of jazz he hummed along with.Â
âexcuse me?â you manage to announce yourself, lifting your hand to wave in his direction so heâd spot you.Â
the man blinks slowly, eyes on yours in the prettiest shade of icy blue. it was too dreamy, he looked like a daydream. you could even smell him, too. his cologne like clean linen. laundry on a soft sunday. his lips are full and pink. his body is adorned in chocolate brown cargo pants and a white t-shirt, a plain black button-up draped over, halfway rolled up his forearms.Â
âoh, sorry. didnât hear you come in. iâm about to close, actually.â
you didnât expect him to sound the way he did. his voice has a certain dialect to it, kind of valley-like. the baritone of it is quiet, yet has undertones of raspiness. itâs gentle, he looks the same.Â
âh-hi, um â is mister arlert here? i know i came pretty late, but i promised him i'd have these books back by today."
ânah, he's not here today. won't be back for a while," he replies calmly. âiâm his grandson. names armin.â
âsorry, iâm ê° â€ïž ê±. um, is he okay?"
armin takes note of your worry, expression softening slightly. "yeah, well â he's gettin' up there and wasn't feelin' too good. i'm coming from uni for fall break, so i've just been looking over the shop for him."
the news upsets you. "oh, no. i'm sorry to hear that."
armin shrugs nonchalantly. "it's alright. he's a tough old boy, he'll be back soon."Â
knocking his head fully up, he glances out the window at the pouring rain and lets out a heavy sigh. youâre eyeing the silver chain around his neck and wrist. "man, it's bad out there. did you bike or somethin'? howâd you even make it here?"
"i didn't expect it to get this bad, honestly. i was really adamant on returning this since i'll be home for fall break. but, i drove."
an eyebrow arches. "in this weather? that's reckless."
pursing your lips, you shrug. âkinda. if you say so. weather like this doesnât scare me.âÂ
âhm.âÂ
you notice the way he . . looks at you. itâs like heâs trying to find what to say to you while also keeping his composure. eyes running up and down your curvy figure. youâve got this cute crocheted set on that looks handmade. shorts that sit on your hips perfectly and a thin strapped top that barely covers your torso, a teddy bear stitched into the bosom. your knit sweater keeping you warm along with leg warmers. your hair is to your shoulders, half of it pulled back into a pony with a black bow. youâre pretty.Â
breaking the awkward silence, thereâs a crackle of thunder that startles the both of you, booming so loud it causes car alarms to go off. soon after, the lights began to flicker inside the shop, panic settling into you as you run to go check on your car, only to find there had been an inconvenient accident. a tree stump was cracked in half causing it to crash onto a few cars ahead of yours while also blocking the main road to head home, meaning youâd have no way of leaving here tonight until the storm passed.
âfuck,â you slam your hand to your mouth in agony. âugh, no!"Â
arminâs not far from behind you as he checks to see the collision. his face scrunches up in irritation, knowing heâd also have no way of leaving here tonight. the floods are picking up, the rain is beating down heavier, and it wouldnât be safe for either of you to depart right now. thankfully, his car was parked in the back.Â
âthatâs just fuckinâ great,â armin sucks his teeth, placing his palm on the window and dropping his head. âwell, thatâs not good. looks like weâre both stuck here for the night.âÂ
your distress is fairly evident, forehead in your palm as you groan and ponder, trying your best not to crash out. âi literally canât. i have a flight in the morning. this is really bad.âÂ
arminâs got a look of sympathy for you. âit's really coming down out there. and that tree looks like it could have damaged the road below it. there's really no way you're getting out of here anytime soon."
that didnât make you feel any better. though, he tries his best to offer comfort.
âhey, itâs gâna be alright. i understand your worries about your flight, but safety is more important right now. itâs not worth risking your life trying to bypass this issue.âÂ
with a deep sigh to collect your emotions, you nod. you could agree on that. youâre sure your family would prefer if you visited with your body intact. âyouâre right. i have to contact my parents. i donât know, maybe the flights will be delayed?âÂ
âmost likely. i doubt theyâll risk it. iâm hoping itâll clear up in a few hours,â armin shakes his wrist to eye the watch on his wrist. âitâs a little after ten now. guys might come âround five.âÂ
âgod, what a mess. i'm not usually stranded in a library with a stranger." you meet his gaze, feeling a bit self-conscious. âno offense."
armin chuckles and shakes his head. "yeah, i get it. this isn't exactly a normal situation. but, iâm not too bad company, right?"
"you're eerily calm about this. it kinda frustrates me.
armin smirks, "panic won't change the situation. it's best not to overthink it. plus, the old boy has plenty of natural disaster knick knacks in the back."
"hm.â
armin can see that you're still concerned. he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "sorry if i seem so cavalier about this. iâm just trying not stress you out even more.âÂ
maybe you were being a bit standoffish. it seems like heâs trying his best to make you comfortable. taking a deep breath, you sigh. âitâs okay, iâm sorry. i have a bad habit of being cold when iâm overstimulated.âÂ
when he smiles again, you notice a faint dimple sinking into the crevice of his top cheekbone. heâs super fucking cute. thatâs another factor to your stress. youâre trying not to freak out over the fact that youâre stranded here with a man youâve found yourself newly attracted to. anything could happen in this scenario. itâs straight out of a porno. question is, would you let it get that far?Â
âitâs cool, i get it,â armin strokes the pad of his thumb across his lower lip, watching you. âcâmon, lemme show you the attic.âÂ
âokay.âÂ
following behind him, you canât stop your eyes from wandering over his backside. heâs very slim but well built in the right areas, specifically his back, arms, and thighs. you study his walk as he digs one hand in his pocket and safely guides you up a spiral staircase leading to a secret room behind an almost ancient wooden door.Â
itâs a cute little nook above the library that nearly resembled a loft apartment. thereâs rustic brick walls, polished wooden floors, a kitchen, and futon in a living area. boxes upon boxes stocked in different sections filled with precious material.
"wow, this is pretty neat."Â
armin grins. "yeah, it's a pretty cool little hideaway. the old man's had this place for so long that he's got pretty much everything he needs. even when the power goes out, this place stays cozy."
and for some reason, a few moments after he uttered those words, the power went out. the room is plunged into darkness as the power fails, leaving you and armin in the dim light that filters in through the windows due to the lightning. armin looks a bit surprised, but quickly composes himself.
âwell, i guess that was perfect timing," he jokes. "looks like we're gonna test out that old man's preparedness."
hugging yourself tight, you swallow as you hear him pull out a drawer, revealing a few candles.
"help me light these, huh?"
you nod and rush over to help, and as the warm, flickering light from the candles illuminates the room, you can't help but feel a bit more at ease. the cozy atmosphere created by the candlelight gives the space a certain charm. as you finish setting up the candles, placing them in areas of the space that needed it, you notice that armin is already rummaging through the cabinets, looking for something specific. a radio he finds gets cut on to listen in on the news.Â
"there's a few roads blocked, it seems. hopefully it won't get too bad to where'd people have to evacuate."Â
solemnly, you nod. "yeah, i hope it doesn't come to that. itâs bad enough that we're stuck here already."
"hey, it's not . . too bad. don't get discouraged. we can make the time past. i've got some blankets and a futon for you. i can give you your space if you're feeling uncomfortable or anything."
"no, i uh . . actually wouldn't mind your company. it'd take my mind off the situation."
arminâs a bit relieved. "alright, that works for me. uh, you can sleep on the futon and i can just crash on the armchair over there."Â
he walks over to a closet and pulls out a stack of blankets, handing them to you. "here, take these. it can get pretty cold up here, especially at night."
"thank you. i really appreciate it.â
âof course. anything else you need? ima go lock up the shop, feed the cat, then iâll be back up.âÂ
âyou got some food? if i knew this'd happen i wouldn't have left spaghetti on the stove,â you roll your lips inward after giggling.Â
he finds you incredibly cute. chuckles and nods. "lucky for you, heâs got a stockpile of food in here. let me do some grocery shopping for lunch breaks. i can make some ramen. you like that?" he suggests.
your stomach growls at the thought, both of you hearing it and sharing a wholehearted laugh. "yeah, that'd be awesome actually."
"cool. iâll be right back.âÂ
you get accustomed to the area youâre in, taking a seat on the sofa and wrapping yourself up into the blankets for warmth. you checked your phone to see if you had any service and possibly contact your parents, but there was no luck. even though the texts sent through green, it was better to send it just in case youâd gain connection once the power cut back on. it didnât take long for armin to come back up, giving you a sweet smile while he heads towards the fridge to grab some ingredients. thankfully, he had a gas stove to work with.
"talk to me, cutie. i don't want you to be nervous around me."
you pause, a bit taken aback by the pet name. ignoring the way your face just heated up. âokay. what do you wâna talk about?"
"you said you have a flight tomorrow. where to?"
"uh, my parents live across country,â picking at the blanket with your nails, you study his movements. how quickly his wrist moves when cutting vegetables. god. âwe're supposed to meet up for a family get together. horse riding, fishing, cook outs . . the usual."
armin listens intently, interested in getting to know you. "you can ride a horse?"
"yeah, i mean . . i don't do it as often anymore, but i'm decent at it. i'm actually more excited about the fishing. i haven't done that in a while."
"what's the biggest thing you've caught?"
"hmm, that's a tough one. there was this pretty big bass i caught when i was sixteen. i remember it took like thirty minutes to reel it in. me and my uncle cooked it up real good with some grits,â you reply, recalling the memory with a smile. "what about you? fan of fishing?"
"not really my hobby. i'll probably sound like a old man myself, but i'm into chess and shit. pottery is a thing of mine as well."
"ooo, pottery. i've always wanted to do something new like that. iâll push it up in my list of hobbies."
"i could teach you. it's not hard. not really," he smirks, "i'm always looking for another person to play with. tease a lil', make 'em think they're doing good."Â
this is flirting. has to be. so of course, you play along. "hm, masochist. am i your next victim?"Â
armin chuckles and cocks an eyebrow at your question. "are you implying something?" he teases, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk.
"not implying, just prying."
ânext topic,â he winks causing you to roll your eyes.Â
trying to figure out what else to say, you twiddle your manicured fingers in thought. "it's sweet of you to look over the library while mister arlert's gone. most people would let it rot and go about their lives."
âhonestly, heâs done a lot for me so it was never gâna be a hesitation when i found out the news. iâve always kept to myself, even as a kid. i find comfort in books and silence, and i guess thatâs why i enjoy spending time here. i get to shut off my brain.âÂ
âyou sound pretty reserved. i admire that. it's cute."Â
the sound of the storm outside provides a soothing background noise along with the warmth from the candles. arminâs finished cooking the ramen. using store bought packs of shin and adding miso paste, kewpie mayo, eggs, scallions, and even some rotisserie chicken. the ramen tastes delicious and makes you feel warm. the conversations you have flows effortlessly and makes time pass as the two of you trade stories and laugh at each other's jokes.
by now, the attraction is mutual. unexpected deep topics were spoken of and the two of you found each other sitting body to body, sharing warmth. arminâs got his arm thrown behind the back of the futon where you sit, thighs spread apart while you sit cutely beside him bundled under the blankets. legs crossed, eyes and scent encompassing his.Â
as the conversation begins to lull, armin glances towards the window and notices that the storm seems to be dying down. "hey, looks like the rainâs starting to let up," he observes.Â
you glance over your shoulder, seeing that itâs lighter outside, meaning itâs dawn now and youâve been chatting for hours. âoh . . yeah, i think i hear the recovery workers.âÂ
the thought of leaving armin in possibility that you wonât see each other for a while feels like a knife to your gut. youâre drawn to him in a way that surprises you. the night is coming to an end, so you find yourself reluctant to say goodbye. you want something more, something passionate.
without realizing it, your gaze drifts to arminâs lips. they look soft and inviting, and the desire to feel them against yours is almost overwhelming. the air between you two suddenly feels charged with eroticism. itâs as if you're both feeling the same pull, the same desperate need to touch more than you were.Â
"you can't kiss me."Â
his words.
it seems to break the spell that had enveloped the room. your eyes widen in surprise, expression shifting from desire to confusion.
"what?" you werenât sure if you heard him correctly.
"it's just . . if you kiss me, it'll turn into something else."
your expression softens, and a small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. "is that a bad thing?" Â
he makes you anxious, his fingertips tracing the exposed skin of your hips, your body shivering. the room suddenly feels unbearably hot, and your heart is pounding in your chest. arminâs found himself torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to press you against him.Â
âno, but i'll get addicted and want you more,â he murmurs, tone low and sensual. âdonât think this is the right setting right now. you deserve more.âÂ
âand what's so wrong with wanting more?" youâre moving even closer to him, chest pressing up on his side.Â
his fingers continue to trace small circles against your skin, arminâs eyes going gray at your words. the proximity makes it difficult for him to think straight, and his desire for you is growing stronger by the second. but, heâs also aware of the danger of giving in to this passion. he could feel his resolve weakening, but he tries to steady himself.Â
the more you think about it, maybe this wasnât the appropriate setting nor time. youâve just met this man and only known him for a couple of hours. a few good conversations were had, he cooked you some top quality ramen even under the circumstances, heâs beautiful . . but, you didnât want to regret it if something did happen now. so itâd be best to wait.Â
"you know what, maybe . . this isn't a good idea. youâre right," you manage to stammer out. but your protest is weakening as armin closes what little distance is left between you, breath warm on your neck where his lips go to kiss.Â
ânah, iâm wrong. fuck it,â he rasps by your ear, opening his mouth fully to latch onto the sensitive area of your neck. his tongue follows in a sloppy kiss, hand coming up to grab you by the neck.Â
a gasp falters when you feel how hot his hand was on your skin, clutching your neck entirely in his grasp, squeezing your thighs tight and scrunching your face up from pleasure. his kisses are audible, making it known how bad he wants you. your sweater begins to slip off your shoulders as he maneuvers his way down to your chest, groping and inching both of his hands inside of your top to smooth them down towards your sides and reaching your hips briefly. hotly gripping at your flesh.Â
âarmin,â a weak whimper. âwe shouldnât.âÂ
armin catches your wrist the moment you go to stand abruptly, yanking you back towards his chest and towering over you in the process, his gaze darkening as he glares down at you.Â
"i want your taste on my lips. câmon, bunny.âÂ
his soft plea sends a jolt through you, fingers entwining with your own before heâs guiding that arm behind your back and resting it on your ass he uses as leverage to press you up against the bulge in his jeans, body bending backwards slightly to give yourself some air to breathe. and when he does this thing, like wind his waist to rub his clothed dick against you with a snarky âmhmâ blown out with frustrated air â it sends you into a state of blurriness. his scent envelops your senses, growing weaker in his hold as you stare up at him with need. Â
âi ââ you canât understand why you're protesting. you knew you wanted him, and itâs clearly mutual. he just scares you, in a really good way. you fear that if you have sex with this man, it wouldnât be the end of it. and possibly could progress to more.Â
âsay yes so i know you want it, then sit back down.âÂ
itâs clear you both didnât care about the situation you were in anymore. you just needed it, bad. done playing cat and mouse. swallowing from his switch of demeanor, you slowly nod.Â
âyes.â
so, you sit. lowering your body while training your eyes to stay on his. youâve removed your sweater completely, tits exposed to the cool air of the attic as the straps cling to your arms. he thinks you look fucking yummy. he damn near could salivate.Â
taking his seat back beside you, arminâs stretching his hands to pull your top down to your stomach, grazing your skin passionately but with notions of aggression. he wants to be sweet to you, heâll try. heâs got his back to the couch again, spreading his thighs to give relief of the blood rushing to his dick. brushing a hand through his hair, you watch in fascination as the follicles bounce back in front of his eyes, his hand coming to unbutton his jeans as he rubs your thighs and catches your soft lips back onto his.Â
itâs more aggressive this time, swallowing your lips and grazing tongues, noses smushed. you suck on his tongue, grinding in your spot and trailing your hands towards his jeans, helping him tug them down to sit at his thighs. unlatching your mouths, armin grips your chin, thick fingers indenting into your cheeks before giving you another rough kiss, his pupils blown.Â
âcome spit on it,â he rasps.
moaning from the way he spoke, heâs guiding your face down with the hold on your jaw, brows furrowed and pink, plush lips going agape as your dainty hands pulls his cock out of his briefs. when you see it, it makes all the more sense why he acts and talks the way he does.Â
âmmph,â you moan in awe almost, fitting both of your hands around it as it throbs in your possession. âsâso pretty, âmin.â
âyeah? . . is it too much for you?âÂ
that makes you grin. âmm-mm,â you deny. âi like it.âÂ
whatever overcomes you the moment he shifts his hips in silent plead and grips at your ponytail tight could only be adored from his view. with both of your palms wrapped around his dick; fat, curved towards his stomach with a tinted pink tip. one hefty vein protruding the underside that you know will feel so good when he slips it in. and cutely, a beauty mark or two. his pubes are neatly trimmed, as blonde as his pretty hair. youâre drooling at this point. and you use that to salivate over his dick, armin practically dragging your head towards his dick and moaning when you do as you were told and coat it with spit.Â
âyeahh â unh, good girl,â armin hisses, groaning and adjusting himself in his seat as you stroke your hand at the base, leading your way up and over the flushed head.Â
he doesnât expect you to do it, you really didnât have to, but heâs not adamant on stopping you either. the minute you hike yourself up so youâre arching over him, arminâs smoothing his hand over your ass now raised up and whimpering when your mouth engulfs half of his dick with a greedy moan.Â
âooh, thatâs good baby. yes,â it twitches on your tongue thatâs planted at the base as you suckle and drag your lips over either side.Â
swaying your hips, armin sucks on his bottom lip before landing a hit to your ass, taking a handful of the fat of it after. your throats sinking further, tasting all of him while heâs raising his hips to gently fuck into your mouth. his head gets thrown back, lips parting and releasing gasps when you go to clutch his throat, pushing his head further back so it touches the wall behind, and slurping at his dick sloppily.Â
âoh my god, gimme that,â armin canât help the way his eyes roll back into his skull, unable to properly breathe. every time he tries to silence a moan, itâd come out higher pitched than the other, alternating between rough groans and whimpers.Â
the gags coming from your throat along with the paced bobs of your head makes him clutch your neck to pull you up, smashing his lips on yours and roaming his hands down your thighs. he couldnât wait any longer. if you feel that good through your mouth, he could only dream of how your pussy felt.Â
catching your breath, heâs swiping a thumb over your lips to clean you up, your body mindlessly gravitating towards him.Â
âtake these off ,â he whispers, biting his lip as he tugs on your shorts. âgotta taste you. i know itâs fuckinâ wet.âÂ
the quicker you tugged them off, the faster your heart pounded. armin situates himself by laying back on the sofa, politely taking your hand and carefully leading you up to sit on his face. his dick is heavy on his stomach, your thighs hovered over his head and crouching your pussy just enough for him to inhale your essence. itâs glistening in shiny slick, precious bud hiding underneath puffy pillows from his direct view.Â
âevery part of you is gorgeous as fuck,â armin groans, lifting one of his legs to plant on the sofa while he levels his head at just the right spot to catch your clit before you could even utter a word.
heâs kneading the flesh of your ass in his veiny hands, pushing and rocking you on his fat tongue as you listen to the incredulous sound of him slurping. you canât speak, whimpering while locking your lips beneath your teeth, threading your fingers through his fluffy hair to yank on. heâs sucking you up, all of your flavors, puffy lips enclosing around your achy clit, tasting heavenly on his palate.Â
"she's such a loud girl.â thwack! itâs a hard hit he lands on your ass while grunting, your stomach rolling inward from the heat that illuminates your entire body. legs shaking and moans breathless. âlet me slip my fingers in, huh? make me fit.âÂ
âuh huh, please.âÂ
gyrating your pussy into his mouth, youâre leaning further down till his nose is mushed to your clit, armin giving an audible, nasty open mouthed kiss before rubbing two fingers against his tongue, parting your folds and slowly sinking them in, armin landing a smack on your ass again to feel you pulsate and clench. in the moment, heâs unable to keep his waist from grinding upwards, dick twitching, practically humping the air as he drowns his face in your cunt.
âfuck, your fingers make me feel sâfull,â you cry out, scooting so he could dip them deeper. the tingles are rushing to the pit of your stomach, lifting and dropping your ass back onto his fingers. âcan i fuck them?âÂ
shit, you really got him spent. âyes, baby. âfuckin course you can. such a good baby for asking.âÂ
the way he speaks to you is crucial for your arousal. your moans flow out almost thankfully for that. itâs like he knows exactly what to say to you. you wish you could see his face squished under you, you know in your soul he looked messy, and you fear seeing him like that would make you squirt on the spot. a proper, sweet talking, respectful man completely losing himself in your pussy. itâs hot.
âgood girl, biiig stretch.â theyâre moving in sync; the speed of his fingers and the pressure of his mouth sucking and swallowing at you. heâs loud when he does it, too. like, whimpering along with you, loud.Â
âf-fuck, my tummy,â whining, you never stop your hips from swaying. voice breaking and trying your best to keep your mouth from drooling. everything felt so, so good. âanh, armin! âm gâna cum.âÂ
âall in my mouth, alright?âÂ
the grip of your pussy around his fingers is maddening. shoving them in and out at a steady pace and purposely thrumming against that spongy spot. youâre grinding on his face while maintaining your clasp on his scalp and the couch. when you cum, armin makes sure he keeps at his rhythm while thrashing his tongue heavily on your bud, holding his breath with you and letting you groan intensely while he follows pursuit.Â
âfuckk, good bunny. câmere,â chin doused with your juices, he slams a palm on your ass again and trails his hands to lay you flat on your tummy.Â
too out of it to think of what he was doing next, you clutch onto the sofa with your cheek flat to the furniture, catching your breath and trying to fix the blur of your sight. you listen to him shuffling to find something in the room, smiling into your arm when you feel his touch on you again, smoothing his big and surprisingly baby soft palms up the back of your thighs leading to your ass.Â
armin hovers over you, patting the shape of your butt with his dick a few times before you hear him rip a condom with his teeth. heâs bending to kiss at your back, shuddering from the new sensation when it gets sloppier. tongue lolling out to drag up your spine following suite with passionate kisses. his hair is disheveled, tickling at your forehead when he goes to kiss your temple, then your nose, then your lips.
rolling the condom onto his dick, he slaps it at your pussy, biting his lip as he listens to the lewd sound of wetness. then, while taking his time does he begin to slide in, the tip alone making you gasp and grip at the sofa. mouth agape, you unabashedly rock your ass back, impatience settling in.Â
âm-mmgh,â the rumble in your throat is stammered, his weight on you making it impossible to escape. trapped in, no running, free use for him.Â
âkeep your thighs pressed together,â armin whispers.Â
the feeling of his skin on yours sets you ablaze. heâs removed all of his garments because he couldnât bare not having your skin against his. the hairs on his muscular thighs and legs scraping on yours as he works his way deeper in your pussy made your eyes shift to white. the path of his toned abdomen on your backside, the plush of his lips on your temple, and then the hot hand he clutches your throat in as his elbow rests on the sofa makes you fucking dizzy.Â
breath mingling with yours, sharing moans when his dick is fully in, armin hisses in your ear, sunshine hair drifting upon your sight, nudging just where you begged for him to be. the possession of your throat in his lock gets tighter, carefully subduing your airway while making sure you could still breathe enough. this kind of intimacy wasnât what you expected from him. not at all.Â
it starts off slow. handling you with respect for a sum of minutes until heâs stuffing you full, forcing you to take it all. gummy walls suffocating his cock. tendrils stick to your face, hair falling from its perfect bow causing your hair to swarm around your features flawlessly in layers. as if you couldnât get prettier.Â
âhuâuh,â arminâs brokenly moaning, sharp hips slamming down onto your plump ass, recoiling from every hit. it starts steady, but every pound transcends rougher, harder.Â
âoooo, s-shit,â you stammer out, face screwing up before you release a quiet scream. âk-keep your dick right there, baby. youâre on my spot.âÂ
âfuuck, yess. that's where i want it,â heâs grunting in your face, brows furrowed as he gets buried in the pleasure of you, cunt sloppy and squelching from each draw back and dip of his dick.Â
skin clapping, breaths inordinate, heâs fucking you. itâs almost embarrassing how loud you were, moaning in syllables after every pound and wanting to scramble away from the unutterable pleasure of him, his tone, and body heat. he smells like the cleanest linen with hints of jasmine. a fucking trip.
armin can say the same for you. everything about you overtakes his mind. he loves the way you talk, mannered and sweet. loves the way you smell, like wild strawberries. the fullness of your lips when his are immersed. the twinkle in your feline eyes when you admire him. youâre smart, beautiful, and taste real good. thatâs an issue.Â
âprettiest fuckin' bunny ever,â now heâs licking at the shell of your ear, tracing from there to the underside of your jaw. itâs got you so heated.Â
thereâs that pet name again. it came from a joke he had made during your conversations earlier. how you bounce in your spot when contemplating what to say or just anxious. but now youâre really moving like one. whining and pawing at the furniture while weighing your ass back each time he grinds forward.Â
âtake me, take me â fuck,â youâre full on crying now, skin sticking to each others, sockets full of tears and losing your mobility.Â
arminâs face is flushed, tinted red nearly. he takes your right arm and throws it over his neck, arminâs mouth finding the peaks of your nipples to eat at greedily, other hand pressing down on your arch for better balance before heâs inching halfway out and striking forcefully. he studies the fall of your jaw, tossing your head back and shuddering out your noises. heâs moaning in your chest, fucking you harder. the way you choke yourself and stare at him makes him lose his mind.Â
âmâc-cumminggg,â dragging out whines, you raise your knee up higher which his body is planted on, squealing as his balls collide with your clit now that thereâs room.Â
armin doesnât intentionally do it out of irritation or anything, but heâs quick to toss your arm off of him and take hold of your hips, deepening your arch, forearms popped out with veins bulging and fucking into you with crudeness. forgetting he cared about you momentarily just to cum. still staying where he needed to please you.Â
âme too, fuck. me too . . fuckk.âÂ
the warmth of him embracing you with strong arms burying your head and cumming first. itâs not long after when youâre frantically squeezing your thighs together and humming gravely, armin humping slow to ease your quivering. neither of you wanted to move. glued in the same position sharing intimate, slow, sloppy kisses. tracing each others skin delicately with the pads of your fingers, smiling like idiots and cracking small jokes.Â
youâd fallen asleep before him, waking up to a brightly lit attic and the smell of cigarettes, tucked under comfy blankets and rubbing your eyes to find armin sitting at the loveseat manspreading and smoking a quick cigarette â watching you. it was cute, until you began coughing and he immediately apologized. the roads were long cleaned up, debris in mass areas of the city. it was finally time to head home.Â
you got his number, rescheduled your flight for early next morning, and he promised heâd call you when youâve safely arrived, excited to hear your voice say his name again.Â
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this has me FEEEENING for more. it was so cutesy, soft , feminineâit felt very BROWN, very FALL. armin sounded so HOTTTT omg. LIKE A SEXY BLONDE BLUE EYED CLARK KENT LMAOOOOOOOOOOđ©đ©đ©đ©đ©đ©đ©đ©ugh, he was so sweet from the beginning, very patient and aint want her to get upset about missing her flightâat least it wasnât HER car, thatâs all immaâ say too! ms girl was #overstimulated and i get it. but he managed to distract her, make her a yummy meal, have cute lilâ conversationâAND THE NICKNAME CAUSE SHES BOUNCY?! BUNNY? OHHHHHHH MY GOD. THE SEX? THE VISUALS OF SUCKING HIS DICK? HOTTTT. TAKING ME INTO THE NIGHT FROM THE BACK? HOTTTTTT. THE WAY HE MOANS? HOTTTT? HOTTTTTTTTTT. ALL OF IT WAS HOT? THE ENDING OF HIM SITTING THERE SMOKING MANSPREAD? HOTTT. 10/10? HELLLOOO? NEED THAT TONIGHT, TMM, AGAIN, YESTERDAY? THREE YEARS FROM NOW! EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU MOCHA!!!

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There was no room for weakness in Nadine Nelsonâs life.
Not in her closet, where the hems of her Italian suits and Asian silks hung like armor. Not in her penthouse apartment in the heart of Manhattan, with its clean marble surfaces and city skyline views. And definitely not in the courtroom, where a well-timed objection could make or break a multimillion-dollar case.
Nadine was steel, wrapped in silk.
Her alarm rang at 5:45 AM, a single chime before she cut it off and sat up. Not a single grin or anything, just a long cat stretch before rolling over and letting her feet hit the floor. And already, her mind was racing.
Deposition at 10. Client call at 1. Lunch with the DAâs assistantâ, no Iâm skipping that. Trial prep at 4. Court by Thursday.
She moved like a machine all while thinking. First her perfectly manicured feet slipped into her slippers before she was up and tossing her arms into her deep blue silk robe. Then she was turning on the bathroom light, standing in front of the mirror before the sound of her electric toothbrush humming filled the space. Once she put into the sink, cold water hit her face, a nice cleaned scrub applied to her skin with some expensive soap before multiple serums and creams soothed her epidermis. Then she was down the hall and into the kitchen, her domain of silence.
She barely blinked as she moved around, effortlessly pulling together an authentic espresso. Double shot, four sugars, two creamers. She sipped out of the small cup that she placed on a saucer as she made her way to the living room, clinking on the large television with a simple tap to the panel near the light switch, as well as opening the curtains to the floor to ceiling windows of the space.
It was the news on low volume, something she played in the background as she sat on the couch and began the first part of her work day, which was checking notifications. Stock tickers scrolling. Loads of emails, and real mail. Even a text from her assistant.
Jane: Morning. Confirmed meeting with Sloane. Added an extra hour for court prep. I had to push your massage again. Sorry.
Nadine didnât even flinch. Self-care was for people with the luxury of losing. She had no such privilege. As she continued to check and sort through her things, she came across a letter, which was rare nowadays in their advanced society. But she didnât sit to read it for long once she saw it was some sort of survey with a government seal.
C.R.I.S.
(Cognitive Robotics & Intelligence Systems)
Confidential Prototype Program | Not for Public Disclosure
To Ms. Nadine Nelson,
Congratulations.
You are one of only twenty individuals selected to participate in the private beta phase of AURAâthe worldâs most advanced artificial intelli-
With a sigh, she tossed the paper into the rest of the junk mails sheâd gathered, not even giving it a second thought.
By 6:30AM, she was showered and dressed in navy Balmain with matching slacks, gold cufflinks fastened, and her Louboutin heels clicked against the floors like a metronome. Every detail was precise. Her eyeliner was sharp, her decently pixie bob cut was curled and bouncy, not a strand out of place.
That was the version of herself she showed the world.
The version no one saw was the one who stared at herself in any reflection for a moment too long, trying to spot any imperfections and critiquing the ones she had. The one who pressed the ends of her hand to her temple when things became too much, roughly rubbing against her skin to not panic. The one who felt the beginnings of a headache every morning before she even stepped outside.
But there was no time for that.
Today was a big day. So big that she nearly ran over one of her co-workers in the complexâs private parking lot. The woman leaned out of the window, looking at her co-worker, Simon, was entrapped within his phone, coffee in other hand.
âSimon.â She clipped as she exited the car, standing beside the driverâs side with her bag slung over her arm and her eyes narrowed like the barrel of a gun.
Her junior partner, Simon Gellar, flinched, nearly spilling his coffee. He was leaned against the concrete column next to his vehicle, relaxed as if he had no multi-million-dollar contracts waiting for him upstairs.
âNadine! Goodmorning.â He blurted, straightening up, phone still in hand. His thin wire glasses were crooked from how fast heâd jerked up.
She leveled a gaze at him. âYouâre in my line of motion. Next to my parking spot. Were you planning to get hit by my car?â She asked, and though she was being sarcastic, her stoic face didnât lean into that notion.
Simone scrambled back, laughing awkwardly. âSorry, sorry. I wasâuhâwatching something.â
âI gathered.â She pushed past him, heels echoing. Still, curiosity peeked through her otherwise impenetrable wall of ice. She pivoted at the elevator. âWhat was so important it made you forget spatial awareness?â
Simon followed her with a sheepish grin, lifting his phone to show a paused video. âThis new AI prototype. Itâs a for a government project. Theyâre calling it a fully integrated domestic interface. Basically a robot with a personality. Theyâre doing a limited civilian roll-out.â He explained.
Nadine gave a single, unimpressed glance at the screen. It was paused on a thumbnail imageâwhat looked like a man stepping out of a delivery crate, bare-chested, perfect skin, electric-blue eyes, and a jawline engineered with an questionable precision.
âThey sent you a stripper?â She deadpanned.
Simon choked. âWe-well, no! Th-this isnât mine, this is some guy online. A-and heâs, uh, heâs supposed to be adaptable. Learns your habits, routines, even preferences. The AI body is designed to assist with home tasks and companionship. Thereâs an application onlineââ
âCompanionship?â Nadine asked, one brow arching as they stepped into the elevator.
âNot like that. I meanâmaybe like that.â He said, squinting. âButâanyway, apparently they already started selecting people to house the prototypes.â He sipped his coffee, missing the twitch of Nadineâs jaw. âRandom civilian testing. Theyâre sending out offers from low to high-income environments.â He continued.
The elevator dinged. Nadine stepped out before the doors fully opened.
âMm, sounds like a weird distraction. Who has time for pet projects from a government that doesnât care about them. Let me know when they build one that can argue in court and bill clients.â She deadpanned before the elevator dinged and she stepped off, stuttering down the hall to her office.
âWill do.â Simon called after her, blushing as he pushed up his glasses and watched as the woman walked away from him.
âŠ
Nadineâs office sat at the top floor of the firmâan expansive corner with floor-to-ceiling windows, brushed gold fixtures, and enough clean lines to make any minimalist cry from joy. But it wasnât decoration that mattered, not to her at least. It was power. Clients walked in and knew exactly who was in charge and who was a leader.
She dumped her bag on the chair and was halfway through her espresso number two when the day officially launched.
By 7:15 AM, she was pacing through an emergency strategy meeting regarding an international corporate dispute. She cut through the legalese with surgical precision, offering airtight solutions and eviscerating anyone who hesitated.
By 9:00, she was on a three-way call with the CEO of a pharmaceutical giant and their scandal-scrambling PR team, coaching them through deposition answers while reading through a second case file on her desk.
By 10:00, she was downstairs in one of the firmâs conference rooms, dressed in a power stance that had the opposing counsel checking their notes twice before daring to even speak. She flipped through paper evidence like chapters of a book sheâd already read, correcting a junior associate mid-sentence with nothing but a hard stare.
Every moment, every move, every gesture, was precise. Intention was behind it all.
There were no lunch breaks for her, only a small snacks here and there, or of like the food version of a power nap. And even then, she canceled todayâs one-on-one with the DAâs assistant five minutes before she was supposed to show. Nadine opted to pace the rooftop patio instead, shoes clicking against stone as she answered emails, reviewed evidence, and toggled between two back-to-back client emergencies.
Her assistant, Jane, appeared like a ghost, silent as ever behind her at 2:35 PM. âYouâre behind by twenty minutes.â She said softly, placing a fresh folder on the edge of the table. âAnd you havenât eaten.â
âIâll eatâŠlater.â Nadine replied, flipping open the folder.
Jane hesitated. âShould I reschedule your chiropractor again?â
âDoes he do brain surgery now? If not, no.â
âŠ
The rest of the day continued in a blur of depositions, and back-door negotiations. She squeezed in a quick stop at the firmâs media floor to prepare for an interview with New York Legal Elite next weekâher sixth cover in two years.
By the time she returned to her office at 6:47 PM, her makeup was still flawless. But her shoulders had a weight she didnât let show and her temples ached with the pressure of having to always be better. A pressure she put on herself everyday.
She sat at her desk, the city lights beginning to glow outside her window, and pressed her fingers to her forehead.
Three seconds. Just three seconds of quiet.
But then her phone buzzed.
BiBi: On our way up. The twins are bringing âsurprises.â Brace yourself.
Nadine closed her eyes for one heartbeat before standing.
Her apartment was ten minutes away. She could beat them there, she thought. Maybe.
She did not beat them here. Inside, chaos was already blooming. Her penthouse was already lit up when she stepped inside at 7:15PM. She barely had time to set her bag down before she heard the commotion. Marley was dancing on the rug in her socks, while Micah had discovered the fridgeâs smart screen and was trying to play Mario Kart through it.
âNADIIIIINE!â The two high-pitched voices screamed in unison. The twins came barreling toward her, curly hair flailing behind them like capes. They launched into her legs with the force of tiny meteors.
âOof.â Nadine said, catching her balance. âAre you two ever not moving at Mach 10?â
âNope!â Markey grinned. âWe made cookies!â
âWith Aunt Biancaâs help.â Micah added with a proud nod.
Bianca appeared behind them, holding a wine bottle and looking way too comfortable. âAnd I brought provisions. You look like youâve had one of those weeks.â She said with a small pout on her lips.
Nadine raised a brow, looking over at the older woman. âI have those every week.â
âExactly my point.â
âI missed the Nelson Towers!â Micah said, throwing herself dramatically onto Nadineâs ivory couch.
Nadine gave her a small smile, sliding off her heels. âYour mom shouldâve brought you to court last week. You wouldâve seen me destroy a man three times my size.â
âDid you throw a chair at him?â Marley asked.
âNo, I used the law.â
âThatâs boring.â
âNo, my friends, thatâs winning.â She grinned. As she moved around her home, making her way into the kitchen. Bianca settled onto a stool at the kitchen island, watching her sister silently. After a beat, she asked, âWhat time did you go to bed last nightâ she questioned, the sudden ask causing Nadine to scrunch her face as she looked over at her. Before she could open her mouth to speak, Bianca spoke again. âWhen was the last time you slept through the night?â
Nadine simply sighed as she turned her back and opened the fridge. âI sleep.â
âThatâs not what I asked. I said through the night, not on your files. What time?â
Nadine pulled out a green juice and a yogurt, even though her stomach was already tight with stress. âB, I appreciate the visit. But I donât need a wellness check. Iâm at the top of my game, so I would say Iâm doing pretty fine.â Nadine said with a small smile.
This only caused Bianca to give her a look. âYouâre at the top of your ulcer.â
Nadineâs sarcastic grin dropped as her jaw flexed, nostril flaring as she glared at her sister.
Bianca continued, gently now. âNay, youâre doing amazing. But youâve been in trial mode for two straight years. You donât date. You barely see sunlight. You donât even blink unless itâs part of a strategy or some shit.â
Nadine stayed quiet, her spoon tapping the edge of the yogurt cup.
âYou donât have to prove anything anymore.â Bianca added.
And that struck something. Not that Nadine showed it.
âItâs not about proving.â She finally said. âItâs about maintaining. You fight your way up from nothing, and you learn fastâfalling isnât dramatic. Itâs silent and quick. Itâs one missed call, one lost case. One person thinking youâve lost your edge.â
Bianca didnât press further. Instead, she let out a sigh before she called out to her children. âAlright girls, thirty minutes, then weâre heading out.â
The twins groaned but obeyed, bouncing off to the guest room.
Bianca reached for Nadineâs tablet to put on a cartoon on the television, or something to entertain them while she packed snacks.
What she didnât notice was Micah and Marley sneaking back in and whispering behind the kitchen counter. They had a letter in their hands, a piece of paper they found tossed haphazardly in the living room. And once they read it, the twins were all on board.
âThere it is!â Marley whispered.
âI wonder why she didnât answer. Robots are so cool.â Micah questioned, rereading the page over and over again in excitement. âMaybe she didnât want one.â
âThatâs dumb.â Markey sighed before pulling out her purple glitter pen from her back pocket. âShould I do it?â She questioned, looking over at her twin. There was a moment of silence that passed between them, staring into the otherâs eyes before looking back down at the paper.
âDo it.â They said at the same time.
With sticky fingers and wild curiosity, they marked the âAccept Housing Unitâ checkbox on the government letter Nadine had flagged but never opened. Marley then folded it back up before move to place it into the mail slot next to the front door, hearing the suction sound as the letter was whisked away back to the owner.
A pop-up confirmed the delivery on the screen next Mail Drop, causing the to high-five before they scurried off. âOkay, now we have to fill this out.â Micah said, pulling the retractable delivery screen closer as the screen loaded a soft blue logo. AURA | Adaptive User Response Assistant. Marley was already typing on the screen like she worked at NASA. âWe so canât tell mom about this.â Micah mumbled nervously.
âNo oneâs telling Mom.â Marley muttered.
âOkay, well, if Auntie Nadine gets mad, Iâm blaming you,â Micah said, peering at the glowing tablet in his sisterâs lap. Marley let out a sigh, rolling her eyes at her brother. âSheâs not gonna get mad,â Markey tressed with a whisper. âSheâs gonna love it. You saw the commercialâthis thing can do laundry, make dinner, answer emails. Itâs like if Iron Man was a butler.â
âNo, itâs like if Pennyworth was a robot.â Micah added, eyeing the girl next to him. âThat was a really badâŠanalogy? Have you ever even read Ironman?â The boy judged.
âShut up.â Marley deadpanned. âWeâre making Auntie Nadineâs house ten times cooler. You think sheâs gonna notice another package with all the stuff she orders?â
âShe will if it walks and talks.âMicah said, grinning. âNow hurry. I think this is the setup survey and anyone can come checking up on his at any minute.â
The screen adjusted to a smooth, futuristic interface.
AURA Configuration Survey. Optional. But, if you want to make the experience unforgettableâŠ
âUnforgettable.â Marley repeated with a smirk. âLetâs go.â
Private Configuration Survey â AURA Unit #007
Answer honestly to ensure optimal user experience.(Note: Once submitted, preferences are locked in for bonding phase.)
1. What kind of support will the user benefit from most? (Select all that apply):
[ ] Physical assistance (lifting, running, protection). [ ] Task management (emails, errands, organization). [x] Emotional balance (stress de-escalation, energy reading). [x] Conversational engagement (company, reminders, reflection)
âDefinitely that one,â Marley said, pointing. âShe talks to herself too much.â
âI donât think she notices.â
2. What is the userâs current lifestyle?
[ ] Highly active, social, fast-pace. [x] Independent, professional, busy. [ ] Creative, exploratory, experimental. [ ] Relaxed, home-oriented
3. How should AURA respond under pressure?
[ ] Assertive and directive. [x] Calm and grounded. [ ] Humorous and light [ ] Silent until prompted
4. What kind of presence should AURA have in the home?
[ ] Subtle but attentive. [x] Always on-hand. [ ] In the background unless called. [ ] Commanding and structured
5. How emotionally intuitive should AURA be
[ ] Not at allâtask-focused only. [ ] Moderatelyâpick up on moods, offer support. [x] Highlyâunderstand shifts in tone, body language, even silences
âOkay, sheâs gonna love that.âMarley said with a grin. âRemember when she cried at the end of Paddington 2?â
âWell, so did IâŠ.â
6. The user prefers companions who areâŠ
[x] Thoughtful and calm. [ ] Straightforward and direct. [ ] Reserved and quiet. [ ] High energy and expressive
7. Ideal communication style?
[ ] Formal and efficient. [x] Warm and intuitive. [ ] Light and witty. [ ] Minimal
8. Would the user appreciate personal attention to detail? (e.g. remembering birthdays, moods, routines):
[x] Yes. [ ] No. [ ] Only when relevant
9. AURA should interact likeâŠ
[ ] A professional assistant. [x] A loyal companion. [ ] A discreet observer. [ ] A supportive coach
Micah tilted his head. âWhat does âloyal companionâ mean?â
Marley shrugged. âI think it just means cool sidekick energy. Like Watson or Chewbacca.â
âNice.â
10. Anything else we should know about the user? (Optional):
Marley hummed in thought for a moment before she began typing quickly. âShe drinks coffee every morning at 6:45, she falls asleep with documentaries on, animal or history, and she forgets to eat when sheâs on high emotions. Anger, stress, sadness. She likes it when people notice little things but gets weird when you say nice stuff too directly. Sheâs kind of secretly lonely but she wonât admit it. Oh, and she likes jazz but not the weird kind with screechy horns.â
Micah blinked. âWhoa. Thatâs kinda deep. You really know your stuff.â
âI pay attention.â The girl said. Marley then hit SUBMIT with a grin.
The screen flashed. Profile Logged. Preparing AURA for transport. Estimated arrival: 2-3 business days.
The twins then high-fived. âSheâs gonna freak out.â Micah whispered.
âIn a good way.âMarley added. âHopefully.â
âŠ
It was now the next day, and if you couldnât tell by now, Nadine Nelson was not one to wake up late.
That was the first rule of her universe. The first part to her routine. Her alarm chimed at precisely 5:45 AM, every morning without fail, a single soft note, like the chip of a bird, before she silenced it, sat up, and began the orchestration that was her life. Her body and mind moved like synchronized gears in a Swiss watchâsleek, efficient, and expensive.
So when a loud, jarring knock knock knock banged against her front door at 6:15 AM, it was not just an interruption.
It was an affront.
Her eyes snapped open, head jerking toward the illuminated time panel beside her bedroom light switch. 6:15? Her jaw clenched. She was already behind schedule.
Muttering under her breath, she shoved off her covers and grabbed her silk robe from the hook near her bed. Her movements were less precise this morning, more agitated than usual, and still a bit sleepy as her slippers scuffed across the hardwood as she stormed to the front door.
When she opened it, ready to deliver a verbal cease and desist, she paused.
There was a man at her door, next to a large package. But the man at her doorstep didnât look like the usual FedEx or UPS guy. He wore a crisp black-and-white suit with polished shoes, a slim earpiece tucked behind one ear. He stood beside a large, square wooden crate perched on a steel dolly, taller than he was and easily the size of a refrigerator.
âYes?â Nadine asked, her tone sharp as broken glass.
The man, unreadable behind dark glasses, tilted his head. âAre you Nadine Nelson?â
She didnât like the way he asked it. Like he already knew the answer.
âYes.â She replied flatly, arms crossed over her robe.
âGreat. This is for you.â He said, stepping forward and pushing the crate toward her. Nadine moved out of shock, and instinct with a crate that size barking towards her, inevitably letting the man in with the crate, but once she realized she was coming drier into her honey she stepped in, palms up. âUh, excuse me!â She said, stopping him. âI didnât order anything. And certainly not something that looks like it should be in a warehouse.â
The man didnât blink, but that the should tell through his glasses. âYou are Nadine Nelson, correct?â
She sighed, jaw tight. âYes. I already said that.â
âThen this is for you.â
Without another word, he wheeled the box into her foyer. Her eyes widened as the dolly clacked over her expensive floors, the crate casting a looming shadow across the pristine white walls of her home, from the sun shining through the large windows.
âWaitâhold on.â Nadine said, gripping the belt of her robe. âIâm serious. I did not order this. You need to take it back.â
The man was already turning for the door. âTake it up with customs, maâam.â
âWhat? Customs? What customs?â
He ignored her completely. As he stepped outside, Nadine caught him press two fingers to the earpiece tucked behind his ear. âItâs been delivered.â He said coolly, then walked down the hallway of her luxury building as her front door slid shut on its own.
Nadine stood there in stunned silence, her arms hanging at her sides as she stared at the box now squatting in the middle of her living room.
Then she screamed.
A long, guttural scream that echoed off the marble and glass of her carefully curated life. Something she tended to do to let out her overflowing emotions.
And after a minute or two of huffing out of breath and anger, she turned on her heel and stormed back to her bedroom. Her phone was still on the nightstand, glowing from a few missed notifications. She didnât even bother to text. She opened her voice message, hit record, and in her usual no-nonsense tone, she snapped.
âClear my schedule for today. All of it. Thereâs some bullshit I need to take care of.âShe pressed send to Jane, and then tossed the phone onto the bed without a second thought.
Back in the hallway, she opened the hall closet and pulled out a crowbar from the bottom shelf of her emergency tool kit. She hadnât touched it since she assembled her custom bookcases two years ago, but it felt oddly satisfying in her grip.
The walk back into the living room was almost cinematic if someone else was there to view itârobe flowing, face full of anger, slippers skimming the floor, crowbar in hand. The crate sat there like a taunt. Uninvited. Immovable.
She didnât hesitate to go to town, unleashing her irritation onto the box. Nadine wedged the crowbar into the gap between the wood slats and yanked. A nail groaned before it snapped loose, followed by another, and another. She was methodical but furious, stripping the crate open like a woman possessed with rage. Bits of sawdust and packing foam floated through the air, nails flying left and right, a bit dangerous but she didnât seem to care at the moment. All of it littering her previously immaculate living room.
Nadine kicked aside the last of the packing material, breath puffing from her lips in irritation. She was done. Done with the entire thing. She expected to find an overpriced espresso machine or something.
But instead, she opened the crate and was met with⊠another crate?
Her brows lifted, her irritation fading into a slow, confused frown.
It wasnât like the shipping box. This one was different. Striking. A dark wood, deep mahogany with an almost matte sheen. The surface gleamed with intricate carvings, elegant but oddly ancient, like something pulled from the archives of some old, forgotten dynasty from long ago. And in the center was a large gem. Oval-shaped, but a natural look to it, like it was just pulled from the earth and placed into the center. It was embedded like a heart, its color a deep blue, almost black in the shadows but gleaming cerulean where the light hit. It shimmered like water at midnight.
Nadine let out a breath she didnât realize she was holding. Her fingers hovered over the jewel, almost drawn to it, like it was calling to something beneath her skin. Something primal.
She reached forward.
The stone was cool. Smooth. Her fingertips just barely grazed the surface whenâ
FLASH.
The gem lit up instantly, glowing from within like a waking eye. Nadine gasped and jerked her hand back, stumbling slightly.
âWhat the hell?â She whispered.
But she couldnât look away, no matter how bright the light got
The light from the gemstone pulsed slowly, rhythmically, like it had a heartbeat. And then, as if in response to her shock, the carvings along the chest began to glow as wellâlines of a sliver blue creeping from the jewel into the grooves and patterns etched into the wood, filling every line until the whole thing shimmered in a way that made her chest tighten with unease andâŠawe.
Nadine blinked, and her heart thudded against her ribs.
Thisâthis was definitely not something you could order off Amazon.
And thatâs when she noticed it. Taped to the inner panel of the crate, partially obscured by packing straw, was an envelope. Thick. Heavy. Cream-colored paper with a glossy finish and silver wax seal.
She reached for it, peeling it free. The seal bore the emblem of the United States, but stylized. Sleek. Futuristic. Her name was printed across the front in smooth, robotic cursive.
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She frowned. A deep, suspicious furrow. This crate was for her?
Snatching the envelope, she tore it open and unfolded the single sheet inside. The words were printed, formal, precise. But they sent a jolt down her spine.
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There was a purple glitter check mark by the question. And she closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath, already knowing who to blame for this. Nadine stared at the letter, then at the crate, then back again.
She was going to kill her niece and nephew.
And thenâonce the twins were grounded for life and Bianca was chewed out for letting them touch her mailâshe was going to sue whoever thought it was cute to send her a six-foot robot without consent.
But for now, she placed the letter down slowly and stepped closer to the chest.
It hummed. Just once. A low vibration that rippled across the wood floor and into the soles of her feet. Then, the chest unfastened with a hiss.
The lid groaned.
A long, sinuous sound of pressure escaping, like the breath of something long dormant finally allowed to exhale. Mist pooled from the edges of the ornate coffin-like crate, curling along the floor like tendrils of fog. The dim morning light poured through the windows, catching the shimmer of the gemstone embedded in the chestâstill pulsing with a slow, deliberate rhythm, like a heartbeat.
Nadine stared, crowbar slack in her hand, chest rising and falling too fast for comfort.
Inside, the shape was obscured. Cloth. A velvet-like black material draped across something⊠someone.
Another hiss whispered from the crate. The latches disengaged with an audible thunk. And slowly, ever so slowly, the coffin-like chest began to openâhinges smooth and silent, assisted by unseen tech. The lid released fully and slid backward, revealing more of the figure beneath.
Nadine inched forward, each footstep muffled by the hush of mist and the pounding of her heart. Her instincts screamed at her to stop. To turn around. To call someone. Her sister. Jane. The FBI. The CIA. The Pope.
She stared at it, eyes narrowing. âWhat did you two do?â She muttered, already picturing her nieces, innocent smiles hiding devilish delight, whispering and giggling as they plotted this chaos.
But her curiosity was stronger. That damned glimmering jewel. That sleek envelope with her name etched like some sort of prophecy. That letter that claimed this⊠thing knew her already.
The cloth stirred and Nadine froze.
Then the fabric peeled itself awayâmechanically, preciselyârevealing skin.
Well, no, not skin. It couldnât be. It was just some beautiful mimicry of it. Smooth and matte. A manâs chest, carved with symmetrical precision and framed by sculpted shoulders. They were bare and powerful in the right compression shirt with the cut sleeves.
Nadineâs breath hitched.
And then he sat up. The fabric slipped off like water while Nadine stared, mouth slightly open.
It was slow and graceful, like someone waking from a century-long slumber. The manâbecause thatâs what he looked like, down to the subtle flex of his handsâwas breathtaking. Sculpted. Not just handsome, but deliberately so, he was made this way. Smooth dark skin, eyes like obsidian glass, and a face that didnât seem designed but born from every secret longing sheâd never dared voice. His eyes openedâtwo smoldering pools of warm obsidian, rimmed faintly with glints of silver. They found hers immediately.
Nadine staggered back a step.
He blinked once. Tilted his head. And thenâsmiled.
Not a robotic, lifeless twitch. But a curve of the mouth that felt⊠devastatingly real. It was warm and gentle. Intimate in a way.
Nadine almost forgot he was meant to be a robot and not some random man in a box.
âNadine.â He said.
Her name, from his lips, made something low in her belly twist. His voice was deep, perfectly modulated, with just enough grit to make her toes curl. It was soft but strong, like thunder rolling far away across the sea.
âYouâyou know my name?â She asked, trying not to sound like a complete idiot. But she did anyways with the uncharacteristic stutter that slipped through, totally unlike her. The crowbar was still in her hand, but it felt laughable now. She wasnât in danger. She was⊠almost enchanted in a way.
âYes.â He said, stepping forward with fluid, feline grace. He towered a good foot above her, dressed in a fitted black uniform that shimmered faintly in the light. âIâve always known your name, known it since you were assigned to the prototype queue.â He replied. âI was made for you. Iâve been learning you ever since.â
âLearning me?â She repeated, throat dry.
His eyes softened as he nodded. âIâve watched your presentations. Your interviews. Iâve studied your calendar. Your habits. Your moods. What calms you. What drives you. What keeps you up at night.â
Her brows furrowed. âAnd why would you do that?â
âSo I could be ready when you needed me.â
The words hit her like a wave. Sudden and unsettled something deep within her. It was undeniable.
âI didnât need anyone.â She snapped at him out of instinct.
The man tilted his head, his eyes glowing blue as he scanned her face. âDefensiveâ it flashed across his eyes. âNo.â He agreed. âBut you deserve someone.â
And then there was silence. A thick, emotional silence hung between them as Nadine stared up at him. His face was symmetrical, almost distractingly beautifulâlike something a sculptor would weep over. But it was his gaze that disarmed her. No flicker of code was viable besides the unnatural glow, and even that was a bit comforting. There was no empty mimicry. He just looked at her, his eyes never once leaving her face.
âWho⊠what are you?â She whispered.
He then extended a hand with a small smile. Palm up. As if offering her not just an answer, but himself.
âI am AURA-7.â He said. âMy designated name is Michael, but you can call me whatever feels right.â
Nadine didnât move at first, her brain screaming a thousand warnings at her as her eyes flicked between his face and hang. Her chest was tight, unsure.
But her hand reached out anyway.
And when their skin touchedâwhen her fingers slid against his palmâit wasnât cold. It wasnât metal. It was warm. Comforting and real. And this was the first time sheâs touched someone in such a non work manner in a long time.
He smiled again, this time slower, more intimate.
And Nadine Nelson, woman of routine, disciple of control, high priestess of solitude⊠felt her entire world shift beneath her feet.
more thirst tweets but OP characters are reading them
Imagine:
Elijah âSmokeâ Moore has been reincarnated and apprenticed to fight evil. A new age Vanhelsing.
Unfortunately, he has no memory of having a twin brother, Elias âStackâ Moore, who so happened to be the one creature he hunts.
A vampire.
(Iâm writing something with this similar plot but Iâd like to see this written! Very cool!!!)
binky. toji.
đœđș warnings đœđș 4.5K words. blackfempregnant!character, drabble, toji fushiguro, husband!toji, grumpy!toji, sweet!toji, dominant!toji, nasty sex, public sex, sweet sex, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough, lil bit of sweet talkinâ, creaming, oral [f], praising, LOTS of dirty talk, condomless sex, fingering, kissing, spanking, minors arenât welcome!
ââ đđ€đđđđđđđđđđź đ©đđ€đđđđ©đ .á i just missed my man. this is very juno by sabrina carpenter coded. nothing serious, just wanted to put something out before i get caught in the chaos of moving. i love yâall. bye.
YOUR PALMS DID A FINAL SWAP OF COCOA BUTTER AGAINST YOUR STRETCH MARKS AS YOU COULD HEAR HIS DRIVERS SIDE DOOR SLAM SHUT, a breath exhaling out of your lips as you planned to open your door before he could do so.
Your french tips rest upon your swollen belly as your eyes flick up to the sun peeking beneath the clouds, cool air distracting the dewy warmth of spring. You loved and hated this time of the year.Â
You already knew he was about to chastise you for not waiting until he got to your side. But you were impatient. He could beâslow. Â
âI got it, Fushiguro.âÂ
Your golden sandals step onto the concrete, lowering yourself from the Ford F-150 that murmured to silence as he cut the engine off. You could see his scowl the moment your face met his.
âCut out that stubborn shit, Amai. Youâ gotta be careful.âÂ
His voice is a grunt. Amai. He didnât often use that nickname, only when he needed to scold you.
You roll your eyes, âHow are you gonnaâ hold me and carry all the stuff? Iâm not bedridden, Fushiguro.â
âThatâs how you feel? You gonnaâ keep calling me by my last name?â
âYou gonnaâ call me Amai like Iâm a child?â You raise an eyebrow, going to reach in his pocket for the cigarettes you know are in there, wanting to put them back in the truck.Â
âWe just got out of the car, woman,â he narrows his eyes, âWhy are you already being difficult?âÂ
Your eyes flick over him. Midnight black hair, even darker eyebrows, scar twitching against his lip as he continues to scowl. His frame is being hugged by a long sleeve white tee, leather jacket along his upper half, boots thumping the ground as he was heavy footed.Â
You pout a bit, âCan you not be grumpy? I just wanted to make it easier for you. We have a bit of a walk,â you reach up for his hair, âYou love me?â
âThatâs not a question that needs to be asked. You know the answer.âÂ
To your comment on his grumpiness, his eyes narrowed even more. His eyebrows creased. It was almost cute.Â
He never had something that was his, and you were that. His soul was connected to yours, something that a woman made with a man like him was unheard of.
âYouâre still frowning,â your slender eyes became a bit round, doe-like as they stared up at him, âWanna feel my belly? You always like that.âÂ
You place his large palm against your stomach, âBaby girl doesnât like your energy.â
That made the scowl on his face change. You could see a flicker of softness in his dark eyes.
He sighs, âIâm sorry, baby.â
You smile a bit, âItâs okay, she forgives you. And so do I. Now, câmon,â you yank on the shoulder of his jacket, âYouâre gonna be hot in this. Itâs already warm outside.â
âWhat happened to you forgiving me, huh?â he brings his face closer, brushing his nose against your cheek, âWhere's your mouth at?â
âYou donât get a kiss until you take your jacket off.âÂ
With one more glance over you, he began tugging off his jacket with no more complaints.
You watch as he tosses the item of clothing back into the truck, glancing over the way his biceps flex with each movement. It starts a ripple along his shoulders, igniting the muscles all the way through his back. You dig your teeth into the plump of your lips at the sight.
He can always feel your eyes.
 âYou checkinâ me out now?âÂ
He steps towards you, his large palms cupping your face. Leaning down, he presses his lips against yours, giving you a couple of pecks in addition to his apology.
You pucker your lips out, head shaking as you disagree, âNo. Donât need your ego any bigger than it is,â you stand on your toes, âYou still didnât say you loved me.â
âI tell you that shit all the time. You want me to say it again?âÂ
His thumb trails over your cheek, âYou think Iâm lying?âÂ
The way his other hand cups around your jaw, his long fingers now pressing against the back of your neck makes it hard for you to focus. When heâs close to you like this, you get a bit dazed.
You sigh a bit, twisting your sandal into the ground. Itâs not that you werenât intimate within your pregnancy, but with you being so close to your due date, sex was the last thing on your mind. But the masculine energy your husband wafted was almost intoxicating at times. You wanted to breathe him in.Â
You say softly, âCâmon, Toji. I wanna find a nice spot to sit in.â
Your husband tuts in annoyance. However, when you call him by his name, it ignites a spark within his dark gaze. His hand slowly unwraps itself from cupping your face with a gentle motion.Â
âAre you alright to walk?â
Pressing a hand against his chest, your fingers trail over his pecs. Hard. His scent mixed with the aroma of his clothes made you drowsy at timesâ The way his warm fingers traveled to the small of your back, it always felt like home.Â
âYou gonnaâ carry me if Iâm not?â
âShit, you know I will.â
You giggle a bit as he pulls away from you, going over to the trunk to tug down the door of it, throwing the bag of essentials over his shoulder to bring on the hill. You reach for your journal as you begin to lead the way into the forestâYou never noticed the natural waddle your body had, swaying a bit with each step as you searched for the perfect spot.Â
âItâs so pretty here, baby,â you smile from behind, âWe shouldâve had our baby shower here!â
âYou really wanna get into that argument again?â
Tojiâs eyes glanced over the way your mini dress swayed, the soft pink pretty against your skin, off the shoulder material hugging the swell of your heavy breasts. The way your ass bounced with itâHe wasnât usually a fan of shorter dresses on you, but he had to admit you looked good. Your body was full and feminine. He craved you.
You slow down in your steps, turning towards him with a scrunched nose. You raise your hand for his own as you reply, âWhy youâ always think Iâm trying to argue? Youâre making my feet hurt.â
âI told you not to wear those damn sandals. You know they make your feet ache.âÂ
His hand grasps onto yours like second nature, your fingertips intertwiningâIntentional.
âBut they go nicely with my dress,â you frown, âDonât I look pretty?â
Youâre still waddling, despite putting your weight along hisâYou hate how tired you feel yourself becoming, huffing a bit with each step.
âYou are pretty. Youâre always pretty,â He mutters, leaning into you.Â
His grey eyes glance over the way your face had a flush to it. You were panting a bit, chest heaving with each breath. His hand reaches up, his palm brushing your dark curls behind your ear.
âYou good, baby? Wanna go back down the trail?â
You shake your head from side to side, huffing, âMmâMmâweâre almost there, I wanna sit at the top of the hill.âÂ
âKirei josei.â
You're familiar with the name, as heâd taught you a couple of phrasesâPretty girl.Â
âI donât need you going into labor before you make it up the hillâyouâre tired. Just say you want me to carry you.â
Another thing with your pregnancyâhow all over the place your emotions could be. You had the talent to cry on cue.
Like now.
Tojiâs constant questioning has your throat a little heavy, your watering eyes glancing to the side of you as you sharply remind, âIâm not helpless,â using your other hand to hold your belly, your legs aching as you begin following the incline towards the top.Â
When you begin to sniffle, he knows. He can't be as much of an ass as he normally isâthat's the effect you have on himâHe has to be patient, his hand tightening around yours.
"Baby, I'm just trying to be considerate. I know youâve got it, alright? Just a couple more steps.â
You nod your head, blinking away your tears as you follow him upward. When you finally make it to the top, youâre breathless, watching as he quickly places the blanket atop of the grass.Â
Youâre holding onto your belly as you exhale, âShe has to be over five pounds already.â
His deep tone releases a chuckle, hand gripping the curve of your back as he gently guides you towards the blanket, your body lowering itself with your hands clutching his bicep.
Tojiâs already tugging your journal out of your hand, setting it on the blanket, free palm giving a smack to your ass, âProbably more. Youâve been a fuckinâ soldier carrying her, baby.âÂ
Your hips shudder a bit at his palm, finally able to catch your breath as you stare over the horizon. Itâs more beautiful than the last time youâd comeâvibrant green grass, a field of miniature pink flowers spread across the top, running all the way back down to the bottom. The air feels cooler, your breathing going back to normal as you softly smile at the scenery.Â
âYou remember when you proposed to me? Here?â
"You didn't even let me,â A gruff chuckle releases from his lips, "Your little ass said yes as soon as I mentioned I had something important to give you. You knew exactly what was in that box."
You giggle, pulling him down next to you as you say, âMaybe I was a little overzealousâBut I was so happy.â
You reach towards your picnic basket, opening the top as you pull out the wrapped up food, âI made those pepper jack sandwiches you like. With the sourdough bread?â
"With romaine lettuce?â
âMhmm.â
His palm rests on your jaw, turning your face up towards him, lips pecking against yours,"You didn't have to do all this, Kirei josei. You're already givinâ me my baby girl."
âThereâs two of me now. More love to give, hm?â You kiss him back, âI know youâre hungry,â you hand him the sandwich, digging back towards the basket as you want your favorite fruitâstrawberries. As usual, your husband scarfed it down in seconds, munching like a predator that hadn't eaten in days. He would never change.
You always enjoyed each other's company, talkative or not. You laid along the soft fuzz of the blanket as you wrote within your journal, rolling your eyes as your husband stood a couple feet away to take a business call, unable to stop his habit of smoking. But you couldnât lieâwatching his eyes narrow, full lips holding the bud within his mouth, deep voice harshly pushing out his native languageâit was attractive. Something in your body throbbed, not in a way you were supposed to in public.Â
Another reminder of your stubbornnessâyou knew that spring time was the worst, the pollen within the area attacking your body like a swarm. You held your journal within your hand as you kept writing, every so often pressing the booklet to your face as you sneezed.
Toji makes his way back towards you, one of his hands resting along your thigh. Heâs close, his breath tickling along your neck as he questions, "You cold, baby?"
His voice is in your ear. Youâre not cold, but a chill comes through your spine at that. You then give him a sneeze in response, the sound soft as you lightly shriek through it.Â
You shake your head, nose becoming red as you huff, âJust allergies.â
"That's why you're supposed to take your pills," he mutters, his eyes glancing over the way your nose is scrunched. He thinks you're cute.Â
âWant me to go grab them from the truck?â
âIâm fine,â you reassure, leaning your head on his shoulder as you press your journal up towards his face, âLook, I wrote some more names. Wanna hear 'emâ?â
"Show me.âÂ
You could feel his chest vibrating, lips pressing a kiss on top of your head. Even sitting, he's large against your frame, and it doesn't seem to help your libido.Â
âOkay, I foundâUmeko, which means apricot, or plum. And you call me Amai, which means sweet, so she could our my lilâ Umeko!âyeah?â You lean your head up, pointing at the doodles around the name youâd drawn.
âSheâs gonna be sweet like her momma,â he gruffly chuckles, his thumb traveling over the curve of your thigh, âYou donât want any western names?â
You squint, âAnd have my black ass family give basic names? Yeah, no,â you ignore his grin, feeling his nose brush along your throat as he adjusts himself into your shoulder, âEvery time I tell them my name ideas, they say that theyâre weird. Iâm okay with more cultural names.â
"I like that one. Umeko,â He repeats, "You wanna use it?"
The way his breath is warm against your neck makes your throat go dry. The way his fingers trail over your thighâIt was difficult to even focus on the topic at hand. Your eyes flutter each time his palm cups your hip.
You adjust yourself a bit, keeping your eyes against the journal as you reply, âIâll put it at the top.â
As said before, he notices everything about you. His voice drops lower, his palm gripping your hip a little tighter as he feels the energy you emit.Â
âYou alright, momma? Youâ getting sleepy?â
Youâre drowsy again. You watch his palm slide down your leg, reaching for your bare foot, squeezing the tense muscle beneath his fingers. It feels good.Â
You shift yourself even more as you quietly admit, âNoâmy feet still are hurting a bit, though.â
âShouldâve told me earlier.âÂ
From the way heâs leaning down, his lips are pressing against your shoulder. One hand massages your foot, the other kneading the soft flesh of your thighs. That thick thumb, it continuously brushes over the inner sides. You sigh as he massages both feet, kneading to release the tension within your muscles. He moves to where you lean your back against his chest, lifting the point of your foot towards the sky. It makes you giggle a bit, rubbing at the swell of your belly.
âYou good?âÂ
His tone is huskier now. Tojiâs hot breath makes you flutter your lashes, head slightly falling to the side to expose the skin of your throatâAnd he latches onto it, sucking the flesh between his lips.
Your curls are soft against his shoulder as you lean your head back, eyes fluttering shut the moment his mouth attaches to your skin. You snake your hand upwards, reaching for his hair as you find a lock of it to tug on.
 You breathily sigh, âYâYeahâŠâ
The way heâs kissing your throat, his tongue glides before he sucks the flesh back between his teeth, itâs sultry, his fingers wrapping around your ankle, gently taking your leg to raise over his own.
He does it with the other in a matter of seconds, your legs spread open against the blanket, only hidden by the material of your dress. You tug a little more on his hair, your hand nervously clutching your belly, eyes rolling a bit as he continuously sucks on your throat.Â
âTâToji,â your voice is soft, âWeâre outside, babyâŠâ
âI know.â
His voice is deep, the heat of his breath makes you shudder. His hand travels up your thigh, slowly inching past your dress.Â
âJust give me ten minutes, baby. Let me have you.â
Your hand slides lower from his hair, holding the nape of his neck the moment your legs are being pulled wider. Your chest expands as you feel his fingers swiping in between your inner thighs, his middle and ring finger rubbing against the fabric of your panties, grinding at your clit. Your eyes blink shut against his throat, hiding your face within his shoulder as you whimper.Â
âShitâyouâre wet, baby. That fast?â
Tojiâs voice makes you hide your face more into the skin of his throat, a small gasp emitting from your lips as he dips his hand beneath your thong. Your pussy keens beneath his touch. Your hips tense as you raise them a bit, eyes closing as you whimper again, âJust rub it a littleâŠâÂ
He hears you, placing the pad of his fingers against your clit, massaging in the softest way. He can feel how warm you are, how much you want this.
The pressure makes your eyes screw shutâyou moan into his neck. You're quiet, but he can still hear you, feeling the way your breath hitches against his flesh.
He's not in a rush despite the need he has for you. He takes his time, watching your body react to his touch. The way your hips move, the way your chest slowly rises and falls, the way your nails dig into his skin. Youâre sensitive.
His free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek as he turns your face towards him. He glares at you. He wants to see your eyes, needing to see the pleasure written all over your face. Leaning in, Toji pressing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss.
Youâre panting against his mouth, lightly pulling back as you press your forehead against his. Your lips tremble into a pout, unable to stop the gasp your mouth pulls, your thighs spreading even widerâyour mind is spinning.Â
âPut them in me, baby.â
âThatâs how you ask me?â
âPut them iâin me,â you attempt at a softer tone, âPlease.â
Heâs already nudging his fingers in, curling them all while pushing them in between your folds, spreading your opening around his knuckles. Your mouth parts open against his, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling as you hide your whine in between his lips. Toji groans.
Itâs as if you forget where youâre atâthe moment he takes you to a place of wanting him, you canât repeat the things you do without blushing. You reach for his wrist, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to push him in deeper. You're breathless, your entire body trembling as you begin tugging his wrist up and down, your arousal sloshing each time his fingers go deeper.Â
You pout against his mouth, âUghn,â brushing your nose against his cheek.
âBaby, you gotta keep quiet,â he reminds at first, his breath hot against your earâ But he canât help himself, look at you.
 He then grunts to you, âYou sound so fuckinâ good. Say it again.âÂ
âUghn,â you breathe out in a filthy repetition, your voice a whisper, your head tilting backwards, eyes half-lidded as you stare up at the sky. Your cheeks are a light shade of pink, your mouth parted open.
âLook at that shit just going in.â
He refers to his fingers, curling into you each time they scathe at the flush of your walls, squeezing the intrusion of his palm.Â
Youâre grinding yourself against his lap, âTake it out, baby. Iâll be quiet.âÂ
He doesnât stop, and it feels as if he doesnât believe your words. You were loud, always had been.Â
But you were also stubborn.Â
You pull your legs from over his, managing to turn yourself around to straddle him this time around, pulling him by the back of his neck into a kiss. Your tongue swirls within his mouth as you push him back, Toji flat against the blanket as you pull your mouth from his, âWanna ride your face.â
Youâre already climbing forward, gently pressing your knees to the sides of his head, keeping your hips elevated to not suffocate him. His eyes are focused on the way your folds glisten under the sunlight. You giggle at the way he kisses the bottom of your stomach, the bump of your belly making him grunt.
You tug at your bottom lip again, shivering as you feel Tojiâs breath against your folds. You let out a soft whine when you feel his tongue, rotating in circles, swirling it against your clit, dragging it all around your folds.Â
You shudder, âAâAh, bâbabyâŠâ twisting your fingers in his hair, using your other hand to place his palms against your hips.Â
His hands latch onto your hips, helping guide you in the pace you want. He keeps his tongue moving, flicking against your clit, dragging it across your entrance, swirling it around your labia. He groans, loving the taste of you, your scent filling his nostrils like a perfume.Â
He canât stop himselfâheâs sucking at your clit, feeling as you move your hips to his rhythmâHeâs making your arousal worse.Â
ââNeed you, Daddy.â
There it is. That fucking name.Â
âFuck,â he grunts, âPut that shit in. Câmon.âÂ
You slide yourself down until youâre straddling his lap, reaching beneath yourself to pull his tip from beneath his jeans. His voice is husky as he questions, âYou comfortable, baby? Iâm hittinâ your stomach?â
You shake your head, pecking his lips, âIâm okay, baby. Canât wait anymore,â your voice is high, too drunk of a lustful intoxication.Â
Nudging your nose against his, youâre slapping his tip against your pussyâhe makes a face at you, which makes you lightly giggle in return. Placing your hands along his chest, your curls hang above his face as you sway your hips, sinking yourself down, splitting your folds open, engulfing your walls around the length of him. You can only hear the nature around the two of you. Itâs silentâboth of your mouths parting open as you look at each other. You try not to react to the pleasurable pinch you feel, but you canât help itâyour curls fly up a bit as you press your nose into his, breathlessly panting another giggle, quickly turning to a deep whimper.Â
Youâre trembling, your voice tiny as you quiver, âOâoh shitâŠâÂ
He feels the heat between your legs, itâs warmer than anything. It feels good against his skin, his shoulders flexing as he tries not to move. He can feel your breath panting into his mouth, the way your body shakes from the feeling of you sinking down onto him.Â
His palm is wrapped along the nape of your curls. You keep his mouth close as you raise your hips a bit, lowering them back down. Your voice is so soft as you quiver, âOh my godâŠâ
You begin to find a bit of a pace, still going slow, but moving as your fingers dig into his shoulder, whining.Â
His voice is husky, âKeep goinâ,â he urges.
You feel his forearm adding pressure to your lower back, helping you drop yourself down a little faster. The strength he has adds on by the second, and youâre lightly bouncingâit makes you frown, a pout coming to your lips as you whimper again, âUâughnâŠâÂ
He watches your face twist, eyes closing as you move against him, those pretty lips pouting out as a whimper goes from the back of your throat. He watches you bite the bottom of your lip, the way your breath is heavy.
âThat little pout,â he chuckles, âIt feels that good?â
He has you right where he needs youâyour brown cheeks flush as you lean onto his shoulder, pressing your toes into the ground for more leverageâyour eyes roll back heavily and you bounce on top of him, material of your dress swaying with each clap of your ass.
âYou love me?â He questions, watching your body, up and down, low eyes taking notice of the arousal that coats his tipâyouâre creaming.Â
You nod in response, teeth dug into your lip to mask the petulant babbles you want to release. But thatâs when Toji grunts, âSay you fuckinâ love me,â the word being met with his palm spanking you, gripping the flesh of your ass, plopping you down onto his dick even harder than before.
You whine, âI love you,â pressing your face within his jaw, âCanât wait to have your babyâŠâ
A low groan escapes him, âYouâre gonna be a pretty ass momma, baby,â his hands gripping onto your ass as he thrusts upwards, meeting your movements. You can feel the way his muscles flex, the way his breathing becomes heavier, the way his heart races. Those grey eyes bore into your brown ones.Â
âFuckinâ nastyâYou love it when I spank you, huh?â His voice is rough, eyes burning into your sockets. He smacks your ass again, watching the way your cheeks jiggle.
âFuck.â
Youâre moaning, throwing your head back, breasts bouncing as you continue to ride him. You're soaking him at this point, your arousal dripping down his shaft, trailing his balls.
ââŠTâToji!â you nearly startle yourself at your own voice, cupping your hands against his face, tears returning within your feline eyes as you warn, âGonna câcumâŠâ youâre covering your mouth, skin flushed, a sob faltering in between your fingers.
âDonât cover that shit.â
He intertwined his fingers with yours, leaning your weight onto him, gaze locked within your eyesâ heâs thrusting upwards, hitting directly at your g-spot. Youâre cumming.
âItâs okay, momma,â he promises, âRelax. Just cum.âÂ
And you doâYou throw your head back, gentle voice rippling a sob into the trees, his name, anything, tears streaming down your faceâYour walls are milking him, and he loves every second of it.
His large palm drags along the top of your mouth, still angling his hips into you while muffling your squeals, leaning up to press your forehead against his. It was rare for him to moan, but when he did, you whimpered in return, feeling the warmth of his cum filling your walls.Â
You repeat in a softer tone, âI love you, Fushiguro.â
âI love you.âÂ
His voice was a groan.Â
His jaw falls slack, teeth digging into the bottom flesh of his plush lips. That scarred mouth releases another grunt of pleasure, keeping you close as you catch your breath.Â
His hand then wraps around your own, his fingers trailing along your wedding band, placing both of your palms against your belly.
âYou okay?â
You nod your head, face flushed as you softly giggle, âPerfect.â
His hand leaves yours, tracing a pattern along the top of your skin. The feeling of him running his long fingers along your tummy made your skin buzz. As if on cue, the baby decides to kick.
You gasp, âBaby, sheâs kicking! Oh no. You interrupted her nap!â
He chuckles, leaning down to press his lips against the bump before speaking into your belly.
"Umeko, Daddyâs sorry.âÂ
Thereâs a couple of kicks in responseâShe didnât forgive him.
âAwe, you said the name I picked out.âÂ
Why were your eyes watering? You werenât sure. You giggle as youâre teary eyed, pulling him up as you press multiple kisses to his face, ignoring his grunt in response.Â
You give him a sigh, âIâm hungry. And I have to pee!âÂ
âYouâre making me wanna smoke again,â Toji pinched the bridge of his nose, âDo you wanna pee, or eat first?â
âIâll go pee, I guess.â
âCâmere. Let me help you up.â
âWanna roll me down the hill?â
âNo, woman.â
You roll your eyes, âYouâre no fun. Let's go!âÂ
scorpio. onyankopon.
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đđ€đđđđđđđđđđź đ©đđ€đđđđ©đ .á from baby phat, to juno, to nowâlove this lilâ couple, real bad. but besides that, just wanted to do a lil something before my bday, march 8th. happy birthday to all my pisces babies. this oneâs for you. also, imagine there goes my baby by usher on a loop. teehee.
đᄫᥠ; valentineâs day.
visual. visual. visual.
YOU WERENâT GONNA CRY IN PUBLIC. A weak smile presented through your cupidâs bow lips, passing back a soft greeting of âHappy Valentineâs Day,â as you exited the building, representations of love everywhere you went. You refused to show your vulnerable side somewhere no one cared to listenâyour job.
To be honest, you shouldâve gone home early. Your Mach and Mach satin bow heels echoed along the coffee shop as you waited for your strawberry refresher, a mixture of coconut milk making the drink your favorite color of pink. You started off having a good dayâuntil it wasnât.
Pulling into the garage of your high rise apartment, you pressed the button attached to your sun visor to activate the gate closing, parking your husbandâs blacked out G Wagon in his reserved spot. The minute you shut off the ignition, you press your forehead against the wheel, letting out a deep sigh.Â
You didnât want to sell yourself shortâbut being pregnant mightâve been easier than going back to work. While Onyankopon was enjoying the luxury of off-season, you took your opportunity to put the bug in his ear of working again. Even if he wanted another baby.Â
You had a masters degree in Marketing you desperately wanted to put to use, so when you finally got that interview, your pretty smile and charisma returned you with a position in managementâbut that unfortunately came with a price. Â
Business calls, meetings, lunches, sales pitches, meetings, sales pitches, business calls again. You were becoming piled with the same rotation of bullshit, and although you loved your job, you felt exhausted.Â
Through all of that, you still had a husband and now eleventh month old baby to go home to. Onyankopon supported your desires of going back to work, but with your schedule compiling more of work and less of your family, he was beginning to have something in common with his baby boy, Salemâhe missed you. And today of all days, you were coming home later than you were supposed to.
It seemed as if your feet ached the closer you became to removing your heels, swiftly unlocking the front door of your apartmentâ to your surprise, bouquets of roses are the first thing you see. Signature red to rosy pink, a selection of your favorite flowers sit along the marble island of your kitchen.Â
Onyankopon always had it set to one of your playlists, R&B strumming through the inputted speakers along the ceiling. The room had a shadow of mulberry, LED lights vibrating the instrumentals of each song playing, accompanied by the living room's lamp.Â
There was your husbandâlegs spread along the sofa as he leaned his large upper body on the arm rest, pressing a pouch into your babyâs mouth to feed him. Youâd just redone his cornrows, his lineup equally sharp as he cut his hair and goatee on a daily basis. He couldnât stand looking scruffy, even if you liked the look at times. Tattoos cover his arms, camouflaging his throat, stick and pokes littering upon his face. The black top he wears hugs his muscular build, grey sweatpants showing the print between his legs, unable to conceal his gifted genetics.
Your face softens at the roses, turning your attention back towards your husband and baby on the sofa. It makes your heart melt.Â
Your voice is gentle as you question, âYouâ got those for me?â
âYou thought you wasnât finnaâ get nothinâ?â
He glances up to your form through hooded lids. His voice was thick with his New Orleans accent, the timbre always making your heart swoon, just like when you met him in college.Â
âI was hopinâ youâd be home before themâ shits wilted.â
You pull your curls behind your ear, your face flushed at the sweet gesture. But your body also feels heavy, and youâre unsure if you should even acknowledge that.Â
You sigh, âI wasnât able to get you anything in timeâI told you I didnât want a gift. And I wasnât gone that long, Onyankopon.â
âStop allatâ,â he smacks his lips, âYou was gonâ work through the entire day, have yoâ nigga by himself on Valentineâs Day.â
âBoy, hush. Love on yoâ baby for Valentines,â you remind, leaning down as you begin slipping your heels off your pained feet, âIs he starting to like the carrot pouches?â
âHe ainât takinâ to it like he should,â he says, making eye contact with you, âCâmon.â
âCâmon, what?â
âTell me about work. I can see it all in yoâ face.â
Work.Â
That was the last thing you wanted to think about. You pad your feet over to the kitchen island, tossing your purse onto the marble as you reply, âLet me tell you. Remember how I was supposed to create this mock sales pitch and make my own bottle of wine?â
âYeah. You was actinâ like you wouldaâ had to sell that shit to the President.â
You roll your eyes as you come closer to him, âAnyways, I literally worked my ass offâmade an entire script, PowerPoint, even had someone in my team create a label for my bottle! You know what themâ niggas said?â
Him being messy, he plays around as he responds, âWhat theyâ said, girl?âÂ
âThat my idea was genericâthat it seemed rushed, facile, and derivative. My three hour presentation seemed plagiarized?â You frown, âDo I look like the type of bitch to be looking over at somebody elseâs work?â
âMama, you know how these corporate niggas be. They want you to come up with their billion dollar ideas in exchange for a penny.âÂ
He presses Salemâs pacifier into his mouth, closing the top on the babyâs food as he continues, âThatâ job is bullshit anyways.â
You frown a bit, âItâs not bullshit to me, Ony. Iâm really trying to show them I belong there. Itâs not easy being the only black woman in management.â
âIâm hearinâ you,â he responds, âI just think yoâ time is more important than trynaâ spend it impressing a bunch of white folks.â
Back to the point of not crying in publicânow, you werenât in public. You could appreciate your husband trying to give sound advice, but it wasnât what you wanted to hear. One thing since your pregnancyâit gave you the ability to cry at the drop of a hat.
Your sight becomes blurry as your face warms. You press your palms to your eyes, sniffling to stop the tears that roll from your vision.Â
âI feel so stupid.âÂ
His brows furrow at your reaction, his large palm stretching from the plush sofa, gently pulling your wrist in his hold to climb along his lap.Â
âDonât say that. Why you cryinâ?â
âI worked so hâhard,â you cry, âAnd they didnât even like it. I did all that for nothingâŠâ
âBaby, that donâtâ mean youâ stupid, aight?â
 He wraps his free arm around your form, other still holding Salem even closer.
âIt ainât for nothinâ. You still got that degree. Ionâ know how many times I said you can do this shit on your own.â
Youâre becoming more upset by the second as you rub your eyes that drop tears, nose and cheeks swelling as you softly weep, âWhat if I câcanât do it by myself, OnyâŠâ
âAnd whoâ you think I am? You think immaâ just let you fail? Nah, baby. Come onâŠâÂ
He rubs soothing circles on your side, pressing a hard kiss against your temple while holding you tight against his sturdy frame. The baby in his arms cooed as he could sense the change of atmosphereâeven he started crying.
âAh shit,â Onyankopon mutters, holding both of you to his chest, âBabyâYou can do anything you set yoâ mind to. You could send a nigga to the moon if you wanted.â
That makes you softly giggle, feeling his thumb swipe the tears against your reddened face. Your eyes flicker over to Salem who creates a deep pout within his full cheeks, tiny cries ejecting as he was seemingly empathetic of his motherâs emotions.
 You reach over Onyankoponâs lap, pulling his chubby frame into your arms as you coo, âDonât cry, baby. Mommyâs just a lilâ dramatic.â
âYou and Say-Say got the same theatrics, I swear.âÂ
âVery funnyâIâm so dramatic, but donât you want a lilâ girl? What would you do with two of me?â You scrunch your nose,âAnd thatâs why Iâm not getting pregnant again.â
His hand moves to the underside of your chin, forcing your gaze back towards his face as he gives you a smirk, âYou know you gonâ be pregnant again, quit bullshittinâ. I be giving you that Daddy diââ
âOnyankopon,â you warn, âLanguage in front of Salem. Besides that, thank you for my flowers,â you lean forward, pressing kisses to his jaw, âTheyâre so pretty. You like my lilâ work outfit?â
You always dressed to match the theme of the holiday. The off shoulder black long sleeve you wear tucks into a matching pinstripe miniskirt, sheer tights with pink bows to match the heels you previously wore. Your dark curls always sprawled around your face, Vera Wang thinly squared frames tipping at your freckles nose, complimenting your slender eyes.Â
You canât help but giggle as he grunts, dipping his finger under your skirt, tugging at the pink panties he knows you wear.
âYou know pinkâ my favorite color too.â
The way you relax under his hold reminds you of another factor with it being the middle of the monthâyou were ovulating, and every little touch, the flick of his eyes, the attraction in his smile. It makes your legs throb.Â
But yet, you pull yourself back as you sigh, âI gotta work on my new sales pitch.â
âYou been workinâ on that bullshit all week,â he says against your neck, the hot breath against your sensitive skin making your thighs clench, âWhy you denyinâ a nigga?â
You press your fingers to his mouth, âIâm not tryinâ to, Ony. They want me to present again tomorrow. Just give me some time, and then youâll have all my attention, okay?â You promise, âHave a lil more daddy time with your son.âÂ
âIâm trynaâ have some daddy time with you, girl,â he gruffs, âFuck that job. Iâll drop some bands on that ass right now, give you yoâ fuckinâ salary in oneâs.â
You stand from the sofa, dipping your lower body in his face, giving him a silhouette of your frame. Your curls hang to the side as you swirl your hips, âLike that, huh?â lifting up the material of your skirt, bouncing your ass playfully.Â
âThatâs what Iâm talkinâ about,â he groans, giving a harsh smack at your ass, âLook at that ass bounce, baby. I swear, you be playinâ.âÂ
You giggle as you pull your skirt back down, âI will be in our office, Onyankopon. Try giving Salem a spinach and apple pouch, and bathe him in the rice milk soap before you put him to bedâhis skin has been irritated with that other body wash.â
âYouâ a demon,â he groans, letting his eyes linger on your body, âAight, Aight. Heardâ you.âÂ
The next couple of hours are somewhat peaceful. But another con about going back to workâSalem nor Onyankopon were used to you being gone as often, so the minute you were home, they wanted to be in your skin. It wasnât a bad thing. It just made things a bit more difficult when you wanted your alone timeâlike now.Â
You used a bit of your babyâs body wash as you showered, loving gentle scented products, dabbing a bit of your vanilla body oil along your caramel skin when you stepped out. Your cotton white slip dress hugged your child bearing hips, dark curls damp as they reached your lower back. The moment you were doing your face care routine, you heard Salem wailing, and you had no choice but to go calm him down yourself. You also spent time with your two Dobermans, Zulu and Roux, bending down with a giggle as you fed the both of them.Â
Onyankoponâs eyes were on you. You were used to him staring, but maybe you didnât catch the way he looked at you today. Valentineâs Day wasnât relatively important for either of you, as Onyankopon treated every day full of loveâshowering you in gifts, loving you physically, mentally, emotionallyâbut tonight was different. Maybe he was starting to feel like everyone else but him was getting attention from his wife.Â
Youâre now in your home's office, wine in one hand as youâre comfortably seated on the cream colored sofa, small desk in front of you as you type away on your pink Macbook. An unknown amount of time passes by, before a knock sounds at the door.
When it opens, a shirtless Onyankopon enters. Itâs as if his tattoos create another top for him, arms swelling in muscles, abs sculpted to perfection. His durag covers his head, black silk allowing his silver nose ring and earrings to glow under the office lights. A weak smile comes to your face as you see him holding two plates, using his knee to shut the door as he comes in.
âHi,â you softly smile, âYou okay?â
He was so wrapped around your finger. His dark brown eyes drank in the sight of your body, the dress tight along your curves, your dark hair making your honey freckles appear lighter, glasses perched atop of your nose.Â
The dimple in his right cheek peeks through his grin, âLawd, canât a nigga come check up on his olâ lady without a reason?âÂ
He gives a gentle kiss on your cheek, leaning in close, âHow long âyou been cooped up in here, baby? And when youâ last ate?â
âAte during my break,â you quietly reply, âIâm not too hungry, love. I swear. Iâm almost done with this power point.â
Your eyes lock to what smells like Cajun pasta, the shrimp and sausages wafting in your nose. You were actually starving.
âNah, donât even do allat.â I know how you get when you be workinâ,â he smacks his lips, âYou need to eat.â
You sigh, glancing at the clock as you see itâs nearing midnight. You had to be back up at seven, and you had only done one part of this presentation.Â
You glance back to your husband, forcing a small smile as you repeat, âIâm good, baby. How are you?â You question, placing your hand around his arm, pulling him to sit next to you, âSalem give you a hard time going to sleep?â
âYeah, but heâ good now.âÂ
He sits next to you, setting your plate down as he glances back to your work. A frown plays on his face as he feels the tension within your body, noticing the exhaustion in your eyes. It was clear you were pushing yourself, and it bothered the hell out of Onyankopon.
You notice the scowl on his face, still typing as you sigh, âYou came in here to berate me?â
âI came in here to check up on yoâ hard-headed ass,â he gruffs, leaning against the back of the couch.Â
His gaze softens as it traces your features, the determination in your eyes as you try to finish your presentation, âBut Iâm tired of you runninâ yoâself into the ground. Youâ been in here for hours. Canât it wait tilâ the morning?â
âI have to be back up by seven, and my presentation is at eight. I justââ you take a deep breath, having the urge to cry again, âI just wanna get this finished before I knock out.â
Onyankopon gives a long sigh, hand wrapping around your waist as he pulls you against his bare chest, âDamn, aight. My fault, Mama.âÂ
He pressed a kiss at your forehead, resting his chin against your curls. His large body was warm, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin cotton of your dress.
âI got you sumâ.â
His voice catches your attention, leaning yourself up a bit as you say, âMe? UghâOny, no more gifts, baby,â you lightly pout, âYouâre the best present I could ask for today.â
âStop allatâ,â he teases, pressing a kiss against your pouting lips, âIt ainât nothinâ crazy.â
He leans behind the couch, pulling a dark brown bottle in between his fingers, âItâs some warming oil. You always beâ saying how yoâ feet hurt, I thought a lilâ massage would help that tension. Câmon.â
He stands from the sofa, reaching his hand out for you to take.Â
You raise an eyebrow, âWhere weâ going? Baby, you know I gotta finish this.â
âYou ainât about to finish shit tilâ you get yoâ ass up and let me do this for you. â
When he used that voice, you knew there was no argument. You pull off your glasses as you stand from the sofa, taking his hand and allowing him to guide you towards your shared bedroom. When the door opens, youâre presented with a massage table. The mattress atop of the mahogany wood holding it up looks soft, a fluffy neck pillow perched at the top. The room smells of mint and lemon, lights dim as your playlist returns to your ears.
Dammit. Your freckles shine as those tears youâd been holding back revive themselves, leaning your face into your fingers as you sniffle, âYou didnât have to do this for me. Iâve been such a bad wifeâŠâ
Despite being a little frustrated, he never felt that way. You were pushing yourself too hard, again, always trying to please everyone at your job. He just wanted to distract you.
âYou ainât no bad wife,â His thick hands swipe away your tears, the pads of his thumbs tracing the shape of your freckles, âYouâre doinâ what you love. Nothinâ wrong with that. Stop allatâ cryinâ, and come get comfortable on this table.â
He was rightâyou were stressing yourself more than you needed to. You nod your head, wiping your eyes as his taller frame cradles over your smaller one, pulling at the straps of your slip.Â
Your voice is soft as you say, âI love you, Ony,â lifting your feet to get out of the dress, turning your head back to meet his lips that dip down to find yours.
âI love you more.â
You lay along your stomach against the table, pressing your cheek to the soft pillow beneath your skin. Your body practically anticipates his touch.
He grabs the body oil heâs been keeping warm in the pot next to him, letting it drip along the balls of your feet. The minute his thumbs dug into your soles, your fingers scratch at the material of the table, holding back the groan you wanted to release. His grip is steady, knowing just how hard to apply pressure. The heel of his palm slowly massages the flesh along the back of your calves, working up higher.
You expected this to feel good, but it was too good. Your lower body begins to feel loose in tension as his palms knead into the back of your thighs, almost causing your legs to go lax. Itâs when his palms lightly graze the inner flesh of your thighs, that your body tenses just a bit. A different rush of pleasure comes from that action, that it has you subtly adjust your lower half.
His gaze is low, eyes peering down at the curves of your body. He can feel the way you tensed against his touch, your thighs subtly brushing togetherâit coaxed him further, returning his hands to your calves, starting the process over.
Your curls hang over the table as you hide your face within your left shoulder, eyes peering behind to watch him. When his palms slide above your thighs, gripping the flesh in his hold, your body shudders, a flushed giggle spilling from your lips, the spice of the oil wafting in your nose.Â
You fully giggle as you feel him lean down to catch the skin of your ass in his mouth, grunting as he messily kisses the flesh, âAll this shit mine,â swatting the skin with his fingers.Â
You breathily muse, âYouâre supposed to be massaging, Ony.â
He chuckles against you, tongue flicking out in return, âI am massaginâ. Just addinâ a lil extra.â
A sharp inhale drags from your lips as he runs his tongue against your spine, turning your head opposite of him as you relax against the pillow, arching your body up to meet his mouth.
He slowly works on your upper back, fingers tracing along your shoulder blades, hands sliding down your bare arms. There wasnât an inch of your body that wasnât being tended to, his lips pressing against your neck.
âTurn over for me, Mama. I ainât done witâ you yet.â
You turn yourself onto your back, hair sprawling around your face as you breathily exhale, watching him tower over you from this angle.
âThere you go,â he drawls, his hand rubbing along the side of your cheek. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving your face.Â
It was now a different sensation, having his touch along the fronts of your legs instead of your backside. Onyankopon was slow, taking his time, his hand slipping along the inner part of your thighs as his other palm worked along the outside.
The music seems to pool into your ears, and your entire body becomes warm without the oils assistance. The closer he comes, you raise your fingers as you slide them across his lower stomach, feeling the hard muscles of his abdomen with a slow flutter of your lashes.
His abs flex against your touch, the muscles rolling as your fingers traced the shape. Bible scriptures, your babyâs name, meaningful symbols inked along his skin like pen to paper.
âYou trynaâ start sumâ? Câmon now, Iâm tryna be good, Mama.â
âSo handsome, baby,â you lightly drag your teeth into the plush of your lips, âSorry.â
He grabs your bottom lip, pulling it free from your mouth, âYou ainât slick,â He grunts, âBut youâ cute for tryinâ.â
It had to have been the wine you drankâyour lower half throbbed at him daubing oil along your thighs. Your hips nearly grind at the touch of his hand, spreading your legs a bit wider.Â
You canât stop yourselfâthe last swipe of his fingers draws into the bare dip of your pelvic. You whimper, your hand along his abdomen tugging down to his sweatpants, rubbing against the fabric of his bulge. He could hear the way your thighs squeezed together.
Onyankopon leaned forward, catching your plump lips with his own. It was quick and rough, even a little needy.
His hands then caressed you from your jaw, back to your shoulders, all the way down to your hips. Your body swayed with each touch.Â
âOnyâŠâ you call softly, âI want you, babyâŠgo slowâŠâ
âI ainât no gentle nigga, Mama. You know that,â his head sinks into the crook of your neck, tongue lightly brushing your collarbone, âBut Iâm not gonâ rush this, shit is too muhfuckinâ good.âÂ
He takes your lips, your head knocking back as his mouth clouds all of your senses, making your head spin with every kiss he gives. Oil still splays along his fingers as he draws them down your body.
 When his mouth pulls from yours, heâs mushing his lips along your nipples, sucking the brown buds into his mouth, the feeling making your head fall farther back onto the table, gasping lightly in response.Â
His mouth trails from one of your nipples to the next, teasing in between gentle suctions. Once he left, theyâd already pucker back to their perk shapeâa mixture of saliva and oil along the brown of your skin. The warmth of the lubricant rushes against your chest as he pours more, squeezing the flesh within his palms, knocking your breasts together with a grunt.
âPretty ass fuckinâ titties.âÂ
Heâs back to kissing you. Your bottom lip became trapped between his teeth, tongue soothing the flesh with a sensual swipe against the softened texture. Your body was moving with his at one point, slowing when you felt his palm swaying up and down against your stomach, each time reaching lower.Â
The further he got, the more your body began to tense. Itâs up until he slides his palm all the way down, the tip of his fingers brushing the inside of your thigh, swiping over your clit. His mouth catches yours as you whimper again,
instantly catching his wrist in your hold.Â
Even with you holding him back, Onyankopon keeps up the slight, gentle stroke, dragging his middle finger down and back against the bud. The faint pressure makes your hips twitch. His lips just barely touch yours.Â
âI got you, Mama. Lemmeâ play witâ it.â
It makes you clutch onto him tighter, a breathy whine releasing as he slowly begins to rub at your clit again.Â
Onyankopon parted your mouth back open to invade you with his lips, capturing and soothing all of your little noises, his touchâit drowned around you.
You shudder out another breath as you slowly nod your head, spreading your legs a little more. You look down as you watch him pull back, dropping saliva from his mouth, letting it slide in between your folds, coating the oil slick between his fingers. It makes you shiver.Â
 Onyankopon lowered his brows as he used two of his fingers, sliding back up your folds, keeping them there. God, he knew he was getting to you. His fingers rubbing in a motion along your clit makes you pant against his mouth, the gush of your pussy beginning to register to your ears, your face now entirely hot.Â
Your thighs tremble as you have the urge to close them, keeping your fingers tight along his wrist. But as he continues, your hand weakens to hold him, too distracted by the wave of pleasure rushing against your lower body.Â
The pleasure goes from being good, too good, to all too much, Onyankoponâs fingers sinking into you, your mouth parting as you whimper deeply, watching the way they disappear beneath his palm. You hide your face within his chest as you whine, legs vibrating as if youâd been tased.Â
âWhy this shit so fuckinâ wet?â
You pull him back into a kiss, crying against his lips as he fucks you with his fingers. His eyes bore into yours as he grunts, âYou gonâ let go of my hand?â
You finally release his hand, spreading your legs even more as you allow his fingers to go deeper, nearly pulling your mouth away from his as you tremble, âWant your mouth, OnyâŠâ
âThatâs what you want, huh?âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âMy mouth?â
âOny,â you pout.Â
You could admitâyou hated when you got like this. When he made you so horny that you begged for his touch, his mouth, anything he could give you. Thatâs when you turned your body along the massage table, leaning against the soft flesh of your stomach, imbedding your nails into the back of your thighs as you spread your opening to him.Â
Bubblegum pink complimented your brown flesh as you whimpered, âCome eat me, baby.âÂ
His pupils darkened as you begged him. Your body jolts as you feel a harsh spank, your jaw dragging along the material of the table as you could feel his mouth hovering along your pussy, yet he wouldnât make contact.Â
âYou gonâ feed me?âÂ
Your hips dip lower, desperately trying to find his mouth as you pout, âPromise. Lemmeâ feed you, Ony.â
His nose brushes against your clit. The sensation causes you to lightly buck your hips, a deep chuckle rumbling against your thigh in return.Â
Thatâs when his mouth finally buries between your legsâOnyankoponâs tongue languidly swipes the entirety of your pussy in a slow drag, trailing upwards against your clit, making you shakily gasp in response. He laps against your pussy, almost as if he was licking a piece of candy instead of his wife, the warmth of his mouth surrounding your lower lips.
His tongue is thick, hot, and wide as he embeds himself between your folds, sucking and slurping, the wet sounds echoing in the room around you. He groaned against your pussy, tongue swirling around your opening as he teasingly thrusted inside, earning a soft whine from you.
âAinât finnaâ give you my mouth forreal,â he murmurs between your pussy, âYou need this dick, huh?âÂ
He sucked at your clit, his tongue lashing and circling the swollen bundle of nerves. He enjoyed you, his jaw nearly pressed against your pelvis as he feasted.
Your mouth parts lightly as you reach from behind, sliding your palm against the material of his durag. His mouth was always so wet, so loud against your pussy that he grunts, âAlways got me makinâ a fuckinâ mess on this bitch. You hear me, huh? Need you droppinâ on this dick like you know it belong to you. You listeninâ?âÂ
His words create more waves of pleasure, clenching your walls in need of something to fill you. You need him.
 You grind against his mouth, riding the air for that sensationâyou turn your head back to him, âPut it in, Ony,â youâre so horny, you beg as he shakes his head in your pussy, legs trembling so violently that your toes curl.
Turning back to see him pulling his dick from beneath his sweatpants made you want to put your mouth on the weight of his tip, but not nearly as bad as you wanted him inside of you. It was a dark pink, hefty as it slapped at the swollen lips of your walls, nearly bouncing off as he rubbed the shaft along your core.
Your folds begin to spread open, sucking in the girth that stretches you the minute he begins sinking you down on it. Your eyes flutter chaotically, rolling entirely back as that uncomfortable pinch returns, being overpowered by a wave of pleasureâyou feel full, so full that you whine, âMmmph,â dropping your hips down, your ass clapping along his abdomen echoing against the room.Â
Your eyes flicker to him from behind, curls falling around your face as you softly cry, âDick so big, baby...â
âThis yoâ big ass dick,â he promises, the wet noise of his tip entering your core, slowly dragging his length against your walls as you drop downâ the feeling was unmatched.
His palm finds a grip on your shoulder, your body so sensitive to the touch that youâre aroused to any movement. You donât know what comes over you, but youâre dragging yourself slowly off his dick, up until the tip kisses your entrance, rolling your hips back down, your pussy squelching as air pushes from your walls at that. Your lips part as you moan at your pussy being filled again.Â
He grunts, a slow burn making its way through your thighs as you reach back to take a firm hold of his sweats, dragging them down further to expose his balls. You sank down against his lap again, moaning at the pinch of your walls being stretched. You began to find a pace, a soft echo of skin clapping together as the head of his dick hits against your cervix, pressing and prodding at it, you whimpered, âMissed you so much, baby.âÂ
The table creaks, the noise of your slapping thighs becoming louder as you bounce on his lap. His dick shifts in and out of you, Onyankoponâs grasp sliding down to your hip as he glares, âShit, MamaâŠhollon.â
His dick throbbed within your walls, stretching you open as you took him inch by inch. Youâre still dropping, coming down as you keep your eyes on him, âFeels like forever since youâve been in me, baby,â youâre whining, âFuckinâ love you. Iâm sorry.â
âOh shit,â he cusses under his breath, âWhy you fuckinâ me like this?â
He spreads your cheeks, the weight of his thumb finding your hole. Your brain fogs as you register his voice, vibrations rumbling in your head. It made you gasp and shudder.Â
Onyankoponâs breath hitched, head knocking back as he looked down, seeing his length become more coated with your cream each time he pulled out.Â
 âNasty ass lilâ bitchâthis pussy mine, huh?â
You could barely respond, barely think for yourself as he held you against him. The only word you managed to pant out was, ââŠYours, Ony. Spank me,â youâre whimpering, âSpank me, baby.â
Onyankoponâs hand found the curve of your ass again, slapping it, the skin rippling against his touch. His grip was firm, slapping the same spot repeatedly, making you moan. His fingers find the wetness that trickled from your core, coating the fluid against your hole, pressing his thumb further into it.Â
He could smell that Italian bergamot in your hair, he could taste the sweet tang on his tongue from eating you before. He needed more. He needed to take more. He groans, picking up his pace as he slams his hips into yours, his dick buried to the hilt, the wet slap of his thighs against yours drowning out your cries.Â
"Look at that," he said, voice husky and rough, "Look at how fuckinâ good this shit looks. You mine, you ain't never fuckin' leaving me, who else gonâ fuck you like this?â
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth parting as it nearly drooled, âI love you so much,â you shudder, âOh my god,â placing your hand behind your back, wanting him to hold your arm in place.
Onyankoponâs fingers lace around your arm, slinging it around your back as he held it in place, slamming his hips against yours faster, fucking you harder. His dick throbbed within your walls, deliciously splitting you in half.
Nose buried into the crook of your neck, he caught himself inhaling the aroma of the products you used to wash yourself, always reminded that you were the mother of his child. He groaned against your ear, the wet heat of his breath giving you chills.
His fingers found the skin of your cheek, yanking your head to the side, taking your lips into a hard kiss. He sucked your lips into his mouth as he grunted, âYou gonâ cum on it?â
Itâs in that exact moment that your eyes flutter shut, trembling out a gasp against his mouthâ Onyankopon feels as you coat his pubic hairs, clear fluid rushing out your folds like a violent chill. You lean along his shoulder as you murmur, âIâm cumming,â legs vibrating as he slows his strokes, letting you feel all inches of him.
Through your rapture, itâs as if your system is liquored with caffeineâyou pull him onto the table, straddling his lap as you slide your tongue along his jaw, dragging it up his lips to pull him into a kiss. Your giggles are sultry, wanting more, needing more of him.
Onyankopon was a little caught off guard. Nonetheless he lowly chuckled, returning the kiss, sucking at your bottom lip. His hands explored your body, roaming across your back, down to your hips, squeezing at the curve of your ass.
 "That wine getting to yoâ assâYou ain't tired?" He murmured, voice low and deep, "You want more?"
You nod your head, running your mouth down his abdomen as you kiss the curve of his muscles, âJust need you to lay there, Daddy.â
Youâre going lower, up until your lips wrap along his balls, sucking them into your mouth indulgently.
Onyankopon eyes lowered ,"You ain't got enough stamina for all that," rubbing his fingers against your scalp, "And you know I love that shit,â he then groaned, watching you suck on his balls, tongue wrapping around them, massaging within your mouth. He felt his dick jump again, throbbing against his leg.
The sight of your husband made you even hornier. From his nose ring shining under the lights, to his tattoed face sultrily glaring at you. Youâre already sliding his tip on your tongue, wrapping your fingers at the base as you pull your mouth back, feline eyes locked in his as you drop spit along his length. You then wrap your lips along his dick as you suck him into your mouth, moaning as your eyes roll back.
You were so pretty to himâfrom your freckled cheeks glimmering like pure honey, to the dark curls framing your round face and slender eyes. His dick was a challenge to take in fully, though youâd try anyways. Onyankoponâs tip throbbed against your tongue, his eyes fluttering shut for a mere second as you sucked him in. He felt his tip meet the back of your throat, grunting in response, fingers delicately scratching at your scalp, pushing your head down as he growled, "God damn baby, God damn.â
The growl that rumbled in his throat was loud, enough to send shivers down your spine, eyes dilated as he stared down at you. His fingers pushed against your scalp, encouraging you to continue.
Youâre a sight to watch. Youâre whimpering each time his tip hits the back of your throat, slapping his dick against your tongue. You moan each time it connects with your mouth.
The way you moaned. How it sounded, how it looked on you. He hummed back, throbbing between your lips, "Pretty ass, keep suckinâ that shit like that."
Seeing his pleasure sent you a new wave of euphoria. Youâre sucking harder, faster, nearly whining at the pleasure that radiates through your own body.
Another wave of lust rushes over you. Onyankopon watched as you slid him out of your mouth, the slow trail of saliva was nearly too sexy, your fingers wrapping around his dick again, stroking him off.
âYou want my pussy, baby?â
His brows furrowed, a low, raspy groan followed by a chuckle, "You know want that shit. So fuckinâ bad,â He murmured, the head of his dick flaring at the word, "Come drop it on me.â
You climb forward, placing your feet along the soft material of the table. The curve of your silhouette is all Onyankopon can watch, tracing your frame with his eyes as you pull his tip between your folds, the gummy flesh engulfing him as you sink down. You breathily gasp as you lift yourself halfway up, back arching as you grind your hips back down.
His head kneeled back, the feeling of you nearly too much to handle. His tip kissing at your cervix made him bare his teeth, feeling the tightening of muscles, "Ride this muhfuckin' shit," he breathed, the sound rumbling in his chest.
âJust need you to relax, baby,â you softly repeat, slowly grinding yourself up, sinking yourself back down. You drag your teeth along your reddened lips, knocking your eyes down as you moan, âYouâre such a good husband, OnyâŠâÂ
Youâre rotating your hips, wining yourself against him, curls swaying around your face and shoulders. The way his eyes lowered is different from most timesâhe always had a dominance to him, but as his abdomen tightened, he was losing that restraint.
"You fine as fuckâ Naaaah," he murmured, a longing in his voice as his hips stuttered, âFuck, you canât be doing allatâ.â
A soft whine rolls off your tongue as you lock your palm against his thigh, using the leverage to drop yourself down onto him, the arousal splattering between your hot skin. You take his hand as you suck his fingers into your mouth, swirling your hips as you lowly giggle, âLemmeâ make you feel good,â your amusement thrumming into a whimper.
The hand that rested on your hip gripped tighter. His fingers pressed harder against your flesh, now rested on your collarbone, "Don't tease a nigga," eyes narrowed, lips slightly parted. You pull up your hips, slamming them back down, Onyankoponâs face twisting as he grunted, âOoh, shit.â
The weight of his words made your thighs quiver, legs trembling as you kept the rhythm, sliding yourself down his lap as he ground himself up into you. Youâre bouncing your hips against his lap, his tip jutting between the folds of your pussy each time you come up, teasing your clit that has Onyankopon growling.
âSo pretty, Daddy,â you compliment, âCum in me, I want another baby.â
His head tilted back, eyes rolling as you said that. A soft moan escapes him, hips twitching, "You talkinâ crazy," he muttered, a nervous chuckle in his voice, "CâChilloutâ.â
âSalem needs a sibling.â
You lean yourself down, face inches apart as you bounce your ass on top of him, whining within his ear. Itâs when he shoves his fingers into your hair to place your face within his neck, that you hear a whimper pass his lips. It makes you smile, like a seductive demon, turning your cheek to him as you whisper, âSound so pretty, Daddy.â
âSâshit, Mama.âÂ
Onyankoponâs moaning, your lips pressing against his jugular was almost suffocating. His mouth parted, breathlessly, his toes curling and his balls twitching, and that familiar rush came over him.
âCum in me,â you whimper above his parted lips, his eyes rolled back as grind your hips down, âFill me up, baby.â
The heat between your bodies grew, Onyankoponâs eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he moaned even louder, fingers scratching into the soft flesh of your thighs, hips, lower back, anywhere he could find. The rush of his release was too much, the slow build-up nearly unbearable as a warmth fills your walls.
Yet, he doesnât stop there. His fingers were hooked into your waist, pulling you up, forcing you to come down on his dick as he grunts, âTold you to stop teasinâ a nigga," plop, plop, plop, the wet squelch of your walls was his favorite sound as he fucked into youâaside from your sobs, your eyes well with tears as you hold onto him, feeling a violent course of pleasure running through your body as you tremble, âI love you.â
âStop cryinâ,â he grunts against your lips, âYou ainât gotta cry to let me know you love me, I know. I love yoâ ass too, so cum all on this dick.â
His name left your lips, a loud, desperate squeal, and he loved hearing it. His mouth captured yours in a deep kiss, his tongue delving into the warmth of your mouth as another orgasm hits you, swallowing your moans, burying himself as deep into you as he could, as he was able.
The only thing heard at this point is the continuous song on a loop. Youâre breathless above him, lazily trailing your mouth against his lips. The feeling is ticklishâso much that you give him a small giggle, cheeks warm at your own actions.Â
ââŠOny?âÂ
âYeah?â
He chuckles between his breaths, feeling your body grow lax against his. He could see the exhaustion within your eyes, the way they grew a little hazy.Â
âYou âbout to knock out.â
âMmâMm,â you shake your head, âIâm hungry.â
âYou hungry?â he raises an eyebrow, âYeahâ the way you was ridinâ my shit, you should be.â
âOnyankopon.âÂ
He laughs again, âWhy you callinâ me? Canât even get mad at that. You wasâ on my shit like it was a muhfuckinâ saddle.â
âOh god,â you place your hands over his face, âI was gonna get serious, and youâ playing. Can you stop?â
âAight, Iâm sorry. What youâ need, Mama?â
You sigh, pressing your lips together as you look at him. You then say, âThank youâŠfor all this. Going back to work after Salem has been really scary for me. I know I can do whatever I set my mind to, butâŠI miss being at home. I miss you, I miss Salem. I want another baby, Ony. Forreal this time.â
His brow quirks an inch, surprise flashing in his eyes.Â
âYou serious, right now? You not playinâ with me?âÂ
You canât help the smile that grows along your face, âI mean it.â
He cups your face, drawing you in for a deep kiss, âIâd love nothinâ more than another baby with you. Canât wait to see you waddling yoâ ass around the house again.â
You roll your eyes, returning the kiss with a couple of quick pecks. You then say, âI umâŠalso mightâve lied to you about something earlier.â
âAbout what?â
ââŠI mightâve bought you a Valentine's gift when I said that I didnât,â you admit, lashes fluttering against your cheeks.Â
He grins, âOh⊠oh, you actinâ bad. Real bad.â
âOh? Then you must not wanna hear about this Cartier watchââ you shrug, patting his face as you get off of the table, humming as you begin making your way towards the bathroom.
His mouth falls open.
âHollonââyou serious right now?! Forreal?!â
âI think I hear Salem crying,â you tilt your head, âDonât you?â
âYou think you finnaâ leave after buying me a gift like that? Girl, Iâm finna put two more babies in you!âÂ
âGet backâyou too freaked out!â
You take off into the bathroom, a full laugh choking from your lips as you feel arms tug around your hips, trapping you within his hold. And when the door slams, you giggle as he shows his infinite affection to youâas he always did.

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ââ đđ€đđđđđđđđđđź đ©đđ€đđđđ©đ .á reference to the title, this song did inspire this fic. teehee.
đᄫᥠ:: onyankopon pays you a visit when he touches down in the city.
visual. visual. visual.
SHINE Nâ JAM LATHERED YOUR FINGERS AS YOU TOOK A FINAL SWIPE TO YOUR CLIENTS HAIR. Bohemian box braids had been the style of choice, 613 the full color from her permanently dyed scalp. It wasnât a color you wouldâve chosen for yourself, but it looked beautiful along her chocolate brown skin. She pulled it off flawlessly.
âNiggas wouldnât know what to do with me if I could pull off being a blonde,â you sigh, giving a light smile as youâre on the final braid, your fingers moving effortlessly against the hair being pulled between your knuckles.
âThey barely know what to do with me as it is,â she playfully rolled her eyes, âHow much longer to go?âÂ
As she held her phone up, you took a peek in the mirror, able to tell she was on FaceTime. No doubt with her man again.
âIâm on my last braid, babe. Promise,â you reassure, knowing youâd said that before. You had a habit of creating more spaces along your clients scalp, unable to finish your work until you felt that the hair looked entirely full.
âYou sure?âÂ
She smirked at you through the side view mirror, her brown eyes twinkling, âThe last time you said that, I had to call off work.â
It had only been about six months since you began doing house calls, meaning you were more relaxed in the comfort of your condoâbut that didnât mean you had to drag with your appointments.
âIâm sorry, okay? I know I went over my time a bit. I just want you to feelâŠâ you turn her chair towards the illuminating mirror, mahogany brown wood wrapped along the outside of the LED lights, âPretty, hm? Tell me you like it since you wanna complain so much.â
âYou want to hear that I love it so desperately,â she smiled, standing up from the chair to inspect herself. She didnât bother with a cape anymore, her black tank showing off her collarbone and arms. The braids fell just behind her shoulders, âYou know I love it. Always do.â
She glances back as you begin sweeping strands off the floor, raising an eyebrow, âYouâ need help cleaning up for the night?â
âNo, noâyouâre fine,â you shake your head, âI got one more client coming. Asked me to squeeze him in,â you briefly explain.Â
You can feel her gaze against you, raising your eyes to a smirk as you say, âWhat, girl?â
âOne more client, huh?â she folded her arms over her chest, the smirk still there, âGirl, please. Itâs after ten,â she lightly laughed, âWho is it?â
You roll your eyes with a sigh. She was one of your regular clients, and you talked like sisters. You couldnât help but be honest.Â
âLook, donât go opening that big ass mouth. Itâs Onyankopon, okay? He still comes back down to get his hair braided by me.â
Everyone in New Orleans knew himâheâd actually been successful in making it out of the city, becoming a world renowned R&B artist. Youâd been braiding his hair up for years, keeping the relationship you had with him extremely private as he didnât want anyone ruining your privacy.
âOnyankopon?âYou lying right now,â she gawked, slapping a hand over her mouth, âNah, I got to take a pictureâI promise you I wonât tell nobody,â she bit her bottom lip, âI promise!â
You rolled your eyes, âGirl, no. He doesnât want people to know his location in the cityâhe hates that,â you take some Lysol, spraying down the chair.
âJust one picture, beloved, please? Iâll give youâIâll pay you,â she took her wallet out, shuffling through her cash, âI know the man is finer in person. You be trying to be so secretive with these Niggasââ
She pauses, âHollonââyâall got something going on? Thatâs why I canât get no picture?â
âGirl, what? No,â you scrunch your nose, âI just do the manâs hair,â you began pulling out the products you needed for the upcoming appointment, now hiding your face from your client.
You wouldnât say you had a thing with him. Your relationship started the moment he DMâd you. He said he remembered you from high school and asked you to be his braiderâhe also mentioned you were prettyâbut that wasnât relevant to the situation. With each appointment, you never treated him as if he was some celebrity. He was justâŠOnyankopon. He liked that about you.
âAht, aht,â she shook her head, âIf it isnât nothing with that man, lemmeâ get a peek then!â
You rolled your eyes, âNow you ainât getting shit. Iâll see you in five weeks,â you shooed her behind with your hands, pressing the elevator within your condo.
âWhatever, hoe.âÂ
She stepped on the elevator, looking back at you with a smirk, âYou can kiss that tip goodbye!âÂ
Then she was off, the doors closing behind her. You finally had a moment of peace. You allowed the instrumentals of Brent Faiyazâ Wasteland to thrum along your living room as you cleaned, suddenly feeling a sense of anxiety. You donât know why you feel yourself becoming so nervous due to the previous conversation you hadâbut you felt your stomach bubbling at the thought of the elevator doors opening with him on the other side. Youâd never felt like this before.
Then, your phone rings. Your eyes glance downâONYâit reads, and you have to swallow down the racehorse running within your mind as you mindlessly answer, âHello?â
âYou know Iâm coming, right?â
 A deep, monotone voice thatâs smooth like butter spoke through the phone.
You almost roll your eyes, âIâm aware, Onyankopon. Câmon, boy. Iâm getting sleepy.â
A deep chuckle fills your ear from through the phone, âI bet yoâ ass gonâ stay up for me though.â
You hear the elevator ding and a slow creak as the two metal doors begin to open, the phone and your hand slightly falling as you glance over to the tall figure entering your condo. Heâs dressed in a sable jersey with cargo pants, the oversized top still able to show the silhouette of his muscular frame. The tattoos that litter across his arms pop under the lights of your home, silver chains along his neck that match with the watch on his wrist. He smells like a mixture of musk and tonka beanâhis fro is sprawled around his head, jaw locked as mint gum is trapped in between his full dark pink lips.Â
You sigh in reply to his words as you hang up the phone, âImmaâ do what I need to do to make my money, you know that.â
He shut the elevator doors behind himself, âI know your ass finnaâ charge me extra for me being late,â he chuckled, walking towards the chair. He paused in his steps for a moment, eyes raking over your body, âWhatâs up, baby?â
Baby. It was a simple term of endearment he used, an accent prolific with that specific word. Your eyes run over himâthe ink on his face, the goatee and facial hair along his jaw and cheeks, even with his hair sprawled everywhereâ he still looked good.Â
âHey,â you give him a faint smile, âWas getting here okay? No paparazzi?â You tease.Â
âNah, not tonight, at least. They been on my ass though,â he huffed, âA nigga canât even go get a carton of milk without somebody following me.â
âTheyâre just excited, Ony,â you give a soft laugh, reaching into your drawer of supplies as you pull out a rat tail comb, âDid you wash your hair already?â
He nodded to show you he had, sitting down on the forest green chair. You never understood how someone like him could be so intimidating, his gaze being enough to make you crumble on the spot.
On the other hand, sometimes he wondered if you knew what you looked like. Strawberry red hair falling in layers down your back, no middle or side part within the styleâit just flowed wherever you went. Your army green baby tee and matching drawstring yoga pants that clung to your body, and you always scented bergamot with a milky vanilla. The cute way your black square glasses always tipped at your golden nose ring, it made you soâ pretty.Â
âWhy are you in town anyways? You gotâ a show or something?â You ask him, going over to your kitchen island, washing your hands of the previous grease and hair products used on your last client.
âDoing a lilâ sumâ at the Smoothie King center, nothing too crazy. Iâm surprised you ainât hear about that,â he glanced towards where youâd been, only able to see the back of your head along the mirror, âBut you stay under the rock. I ainât even gonâ hold you.â
You come up behind him as you shake your head, âIâm sorry. I ainât mean it like thatâ I just hadnât checked your socials since you texted me asking for an appointment,â you apologize, not trying to seem indifferent to his status, even if you knew he didnât care about that.
His head tilted, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you with a small smile, âYou always apologizing,â he muttered, reaching his hand into his pocket, âYou needaâ stop doinâ that. I know you got me when I come here. I ainât tripping on that.â
Your dark lashes flutter, your reflexes pushing your glasses closer up against your face as you feel your cheeks becoming warm. You instinctively dig your fingers into his scalp, pulling at the soft coils to assess his hair, âYouâ still tender headed?â
He smacked his teeth before giving a small wince at the sting, âYouâ donât see me about to cry?â He glared, âYou a pain,â he huffed, tilting his head to look back up at you, âWhy you always tryna hurt a nigga?â
You roll your eyes, âOny, please. Itâs only been two months since you last saw me,â you stare blankly through the mirror, mentally preparing for the fight he always gave before you actually started.
âI donât like you no more. You hate me. You tryna test me,â he began, going down a small list of your wrongdoings, âIâmmaâ find another braider. You want me to feel pain.âÂ
He saw the look in your eyes, his large hands already gripping the handles of his seat. Every appointment was like this, and you knew it. He got comfortable around youâmore than he shouldâveâmaybe it was because you grew up around each other in high school. He knew youâand you knew how to be patient with his ass.
You flip the rat tail comb in your fingers, âYou need the teddy bear I give my babies that canât handle getting their hair braided?â You raise an eyebrow, âYouâ getting on my nerves already, boy.â
âI ainât no damn boy,â He gave you a stern lookâbut it only got you to smirk. He grumbled under his breath, turning his head back towards the mirror, âDo yoâ thang.â
You begin parting his hair into six straight backs, PARTYNEXTDOOR 4 now playing each song throughout the album, humming quietly in the background. You were always efficient with your fingers, swapping product in between his scalp the millisecond after you parted. He was sensitive when it came to his head, but after about ten minutes, his jaw clenched as his eyes closed, relaxing under your touch. Sometimes heâd even fall asleep, and youâd just adjust to how he laid in that moment.Â
You ask him, âYouâ excited for the show?â
Though his eyes were closed, he nodded his answer, a low hum in his throat. You honestly loved when he got like thisâhis head would drop to the side, allowing you to braid easier. He trusted you.Â
âThey gonâ go crazy,â he mumbled, the corner of his lip lifting up in a smirk.
âIâm sure,â you muse, âThe women love your big headed ass.â
âThe niggas fuck with me too,â he smiled, opening an eye to look over at your reflection in the mirror, âYou donât like me?âÂ
You glance at his opened eyes through the mirror, still continuing to perfect the parting spaces in his head, envisioning the style as you softly reply, âI like you. You know that.â
He was always able to see the way you held back your smile, but his grin only widened as he looked at you.Â
âI know yoâ ass love me,â he began, âAll up in my hair, touchinâ me and shit.â
âNot too much,â you laugh, âI touch you cause you pay me to. Themâ girls outside would braid youâ up for free, I donât play like that,â you smack your lips, âYouâ seen your family since you been here?â
His grin faltered in the slightest, the question souring his mood. Youâd grown to learn it was a sensitive subjectâespecially for a young man who wanted the world, but only had a couple people in his corner. You could see the way his facial features turned stern, Onyankopon chewing on the gum in his mouth before he opened his eyes, looking in the mirror to answer.Â
âYeah,â he muttered, âSpent some time with momma before she had to go to work. I got to visit my grandma for a little bit too. She always askinâ about you.â
âBoutâ me?â You raise an eyebrow, âI thought you ainât tell nobody you came over here?âÂ
But that wasnât what you really wanted to say. It made your face a bit warm to know heâd mentioned you to his family. So you clear your throat, knocking the warmth of your face away as you correct, âI ainât know your mawmaw remembered me.â
ââCourse she remembered yoâ ass,â he grinned at the sight of you blushingâhe always did manage to make you do that.Â
âAlways said you was built like a grown woman, pretty in the face. Real smart, she knew youâ was gonâ be somebody.â
âSheâs sweet,â you giggle, âIâm sure she thought I was one of themâ fast tailed girls tryna get your attention.â
âShe knew better than that. When did you ever try to get my attention?â He challenged, staring you in the eye. It was a question heâd always had on his mind, but the fact that it finally came from his mouth made the words almost feel tangible.
You think about the question for a moment, beginning to work on the braid closest to the shell of his ear. You pull his head back a bit to start at the root, your scent wafting along his face as you hum, âMmm, I always thought you were cute. But you know youâre cute, you didnât need another girl in line to tell you that. I wasnât trynaâ be a groupie. But you always had a nice voice, and loved the spotlight. It was meant for you.â
He was a grown ass manânearly nearing thirty, which had passed the age of embarrassment. But you could see the slight tinge on his cheeks, his ears flushing red for a moment before his mouth curved into a grin.Â
âYou like me, huh?â He raised a brow, looking down into his lap to hide the smile on his face. Thatâs when he noticed the time on his phone, glancing up into the mirror, âDamn,â he huffed, âIâm boutâ to be here all night witâ you. You needaâ get faster.â
âIf I go faster itâs gonna hurt,â you remind him, looping the hair in your fingers just a tad bit tighter, watching as he grimaced in response.
"Ayo!" He flinched, reaching back to try and pry your fingers off his head. You were quick to let go in response, but it proved your point.Â
âYou donât gotâ to pull like thatâŠâ he groaned.
âYou gonâ let me do my job?â You raise an eyebrow, âYouâ being irritating. Iâm not the one who came over ten at night, Onyankopon. Youâ got somewhere to be?â
He smacked his lips again, âI was just sayinâ...âÂ
In truth, he wasn't trying to leave your place immediatelyâhe wanted to be around you. You always seemed to know exactly where to touch him. That, and your perfume always made his head spin.
"You gon' tell me who you dating, or you got a line of niggas?" He countered, his gaze meeting yours through the mirror.
âNobody at the moment. Iâve been too busy with work,â you reply shyly, finishing up his first braid with a tight end, moving on to the second patch of hair, âMy male clients usually have girlfriendsâwho want to be on the phone the entire time to watch me,â you chuckle.
âSo that means you ainât gonâ give me no love?â He grinned, reaching a hand behind him to press against your thigh, squeezing it gently. Your entire body shivered at his warm palm along your skin, the hand nearly wrapping against your entire leg.Â
"A nigga just want to talk to you, be on you. You beâ all shy and shit," he grumbled, "Maybe I will find another braider for real, yo' ass stay bein' mean to me."
You giggle at his touch, even if it makes you nervousâmaybe a little horny. You smacked his hand away, âSo you flirt with all the people that work for you? Thatâs what Iâm getting from this.âÂ
âNah. Just you,â he replied without missing a beat, a confident smile on his face. âCâmon, say somethinâ.â
You didnât even need to look into the mirror to know he was staring at youâthat alone made your insides twist.Â
A loud sigh left your lips as you shook your head, âYouâre gonna mess around and get yoâ feelings hurt. Iâm just doing your hair, Onyankopon. Youâll have thousands of girls to choose from at your show tomorrow.â
âWe ainât talking about them. We talkinâ about you.â
He wanted you to look at him. But he knew you wouldnât do such a thing until you finished his hair.Â
So he relented, pulling out his phone to check his messagesâthere wasnât much to see, though. A silence had become between the two of you, comforted by the music playing in the back. His fans had been bombarding his team for the past few days, ever since the news of his new album came out. And, sure, heâd be surrounded by girls tomorrow. But those girls werenât going to be you.
âYou gonâ be at my show since you know about it now, right?â
You were now on the fourth braid, pulling his head back a bit to look at his face. Your eyes narrow, almost having the urge to roll them as you say, âYou know I donât have a ticket, Ony. Iâll watch it after itâs posted.â
He looked up to see the scowl on your face, a laugh escaping his lips, âDonât even worry about all that. I donât want you watchinâ. I need you there.âÂ
When you reach out to knock the side of his head, he catches your wrist, bringing it to his lips to plant a sloppy kiss there. Your heart hammered beneath your chest, an unsteady thump resounding through your ribcage.
âYou smoked before you got here?â You question, âYouâ real touchyâfeely today.â
He grinned in reply, âNah I didnât, maybe youâ just real fine today. Every day.â
He was laying it on thick. The worst part? That it mightâve been working. Youâre now on the final braid, your body unfortunately hot, and a throb between your legs at the sight of him. He was murmuring the music to himself, his deep voice now ringing in your ears.
âYou want me to line you up after Iâm done braiding, or are you gonna do it yourself? I bought new clippers,â you ask softly, fingers swiftly pulling his hair into a neat bind.
He looked at your reflection, watching as your fingers moved swiftly through his hair. The feeling was pleasant, the sound of your voice even more so.Â
âYou always do it fine, so yeah,â he murmured.Â
The next time youâd reach for his hair, heâd stop youâhis hand cupping your wrist to bring it down to his chest.Â
âI appreciate you, you know that right?â His voice was low, but you could still hear the sincerity beneath his words. He was staring at you now, his eyes warm.
You blink a bit at his words, and the sincerity makes you smile innocently.Â
âI know that,â you nod, âIâm glad you trust me enough to keep coming back.â
His free hand came to cup the side of your cheek, feeling your soft skin beneath his tough palm, "You got some soft skin," he murmured as he stroked your cheek. His thumb lightly brushed your lips, "Pretty lips too, y'know that?"
Your heart is hammering in your chest at this point. Heâs fine, full lips moisturized, goatee and facial hair aligned perfectly along his face, jaw structure deadly for him to have his hair braided back. His brown skin was clearâfucking hell.Â
You give a nervous laugh as you try to pull yourself back, ââŠYouâ still got one more braid, Ony.â
"You sure you wanna keep going?" He questioned, "You lookin' like you want something else right now."
Your mouth parts a bit at his words, but quickly closes as you try to figure out your reply. You then say, âYeah, Iâm almost finished. I know youâre getting antsy in my chair,â you pull yourself back behind him, quickly maneuvering into finishing off his final braid.
He had to give it to youâyou were hard to crack. But that didnât mean you were good at hiding it. You watch his face become more serious than youâd ever seen, itâs a mixture of somethingâadmiration, lust, need.Â
"Yeah, aight. Line my shit up. We gonâ talk.â
You can feel your nerves bundling at the pit of your stomach as you finish offâa tension now palpable in the air. Clippers buzz along his hairline as you lean yourself close to his chest to get a good angle, your body feeling warm as youâre close to himâyou adjust yourself as you softly say, ââŠSorry.â
âNah, you good. Come closer,â is what he says instead, reaching a hand out to grasp your thigh. He grips you gently, but firmly, to get you closer to him. Youâre in between his legs now, which he spreads a bit further so you can settle in.
Your hands are trembling. You usually had no issues with this part of your service, but the tension was becoming heavier second by second. You exhale a bit, breathless in your nervous giggle as you confirm, âIâm gonna put some oil on once Iâm doneâloosen up your braids a bit, okay?â
âTake your time,â he murmurs, voice smooth and low.Â
Slowly but surely, he begins to rub his hand back and forth against your thigh. Eventually, it begins to move towards the inside of your thigh, rubbing at the flesh there. You bite your lip, trying to fight back the desire to whimper.Â
âYouâ quiet now, whatâs up with that?â
Heâs really getting to you. The simple touch makes your eyes want to roll back. You admit, âJust trynaâ focus while youâre being distracting.â
âI ainât done nothinâ but rub on you, youâ really that sensitive?â
His lips brush the side of your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. âHow I look, mama?â
You wanna pull back from him, but youâre unable to. You quickly snatch the clippers back as you sit them on the small table beside the chair, giving him a warning look as you caution, âOny.â
âWhy you sayinâ my name like that?â he grunts, fingers gripping the back of your thigh, holding you there.Â
âCâmereâLemmeâ taste you.â
You breath hitches at his words, and your mouth is only centimeters from his. Your hand finds its way to the fabric of his shirt, gripping the cotton fiber as your voice is weak, âCâmon, Ony. Stop playing.â
His eyes are hooded at this point, âWho playinâ?âÂ
His mouth captures your bottom lip, slowly dragging it between his teeth. You actually whimper at the feeling, your thighs squeezing together beneath your shorts. Pulling you fully onto his lap, he kisses you, not letting you pull away as he cups the back of your head to keep you there. His tongue is rough inside of your mouth, a satisfying hum heavy against your lips as he makes out with you.
Youâre shuddering against his mouth, a frown pulled at your eyebrows at how good his kiss is. It makes your entire body thrum, clutching the material of his shirt even tighter. Itâs like youâre having an orgasmâall heâd done was kiss you.Â
The heat of his skin, the smell of his cologne is all intoxicating. Heâs pulling your head back so that he can kiss your throat. His lips are smooth as heâs sucking the skinâyour body feels like jelly.Â
Your hand clutches the side of his neck, âWâWait OnyâŠmmph,â â you pant.Â
When his mouth comes back down to meet yours, he kisses you deeper, groaning into your mouth. You attempt to keep him in one place, but you know you don't have the strength to keep him from having his way with you.
You gasp softly as he tugs up your baby tee, brown nipples dropping straight into his mouth the moment he drags his tongue out to catch them. Your eyes lock down to the way his mouth movesâitâs effortless.Â
Youâre latching along his hair, trembling above him as you suck air down your throat, âTâTheyâre sâsensitiveâŠâ heâs lapping your breast into his mouth, your skin becoming hot on his taste buds.
âGot a nigga acting greedy as fuck.âÂ
Heâs almost mad at the sight, sucking harshly and letting your nipples drop out his mouth, milliseconds later catching your entire breast back in between his full lips. The skin is starting to bruise, your legs squeezing against his lap as a deep relaxation comes over you, a warming tingle in your spine.
You were writhing on top of him, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he sucked and nibbled on your nipplesâ youâre trembling, âOh god... oh fuck..." youâre panting as if youâd run a marathon, biting your lip as you felt yourself growing wetter and wetter between your legs, âDonâtâŠstopâŠâ
His mouth was almost aggressive at this point, a loud popping sound leaving his lips each time he pulled away. The music within the room is dousing your brain.Â
His voice was low and raspy, "You lookâ soooo muhfuckin' sexy right now. Take all this shit off. Need you naked as fuck.âÂ
He reaches down between the both of you, pressing his palm against the front of your shorts, the contact making you whimper as he groans, âOoh shit, pussy drenching them shortsâI know that shit glistening all pretty. Nasty ass bitch,â The heat continuously develops in between your legs, wetness creating more and more by the second.Â
He starts rubbing his hand against you, back and forth, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit. Itâs making your head spin, your hips move with his hand, whining softly as he starts kissing you again, lips soft against yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth.
Dark brown eyes stare into yours, his expression seriousâintense. You jump as he slams his palm down on your ass, grunting, âUp,â your body complying as you stand halfway above him to remove your shorts, allowing your top to quickly followâ youâre now completely naked on his lap.
Heâs nothing like you had before. With that, he dips his hands in between your legs to pull you back up in a standing position against the chair, palms locked against the back of your thighs as he scoots himself lower, tugging your body down so quickly that your entire pussy rubs against his jaw.Â
A mixture between a deep chuckle and groan comes from his mouth as heâs already running his tongue chaotically against your clit. Your lower lip drops open as you gasp, pressing yourself into his arm to not fall, riding his face within the air.
His mouth was a mess as he grinds you down on his tongue, so deep in between your folds that heâs tasting himself. His tongue was strong, heavy, eyes closed as if your body was a rarity. Onyankoponâs facial hair was coated, dripping against your thighs as he eats you out. He was being lazy with it, almost too comfortable within the chair, hands digging into the back of your thighs as he forced himself deeper, nose pushing against your mound. He was choking on your pussyâbut he was enjoying every single bit of it.
âOhâ my gâgod!â you pant out, gasping in between, âOnyâŠohshiâOny!âŠâ heâs bouncing you against his face, using his free hand to spank the skin of your ass, flesh shaking in his palm. Youâre losing nerves in your brain, dropping your face down as you whimper, âYouâ in my pussy, babyâŠfuckâŠâ
ââCould tell you ainât never had a nigga eat you like thisâshit a muhfuckinâ delicacy, Iâm just slurping this shit the fuck upâfuckinâ love this shit," he said, moaning it, slurping, slurping, his voice was almost like a murmur, "Fuckkk, immaâ have you squirting on this big ass dick."
Onyankopon was growling against your clit, a wet noise coming from his lips as he sucked on you, his mouth covered at this point. His hands were grabbing at your thighs, spreading them apart so he could see your juices rolling down the skin.
There was a rhythm to itâhis mouth moved like a metronome as if he were making a song, a steady beat as he eats you out.
He was almost high from the taste, his mouth watering as he lapped up everything you were giving him. His chin was daubed, tongue flicking up to catch a bit of the spit as he was using it to lubricate your pussy, trying to make it easier for his tongue to slide inside. Again, again.Â
His tongue is long, rolling around from the bottom of your entrance all the way up to your clit. He's eating you like he loves you, mouth open, tongue sloppy, just groaning, lickingâyouâre feeling faint.Â
He was making a mess of your pussy.Â
Your eyes are rolling at this point, a discomfort beginning to form in your legs from the way youâre hovered above him. But itâs all so goodâyouâre spinning. Shaking. Trembling. All of the above.Â
âOnyâŠ.I tâthink Iâm cumming,â you softly cry, beginning to rotate your hips in a circle along his face as you weakly whine, grasping a hold of his hair as you whimper, âIâIâm câcummingâŠâ Â
âI hear that gushy ass pussy, that bitch singing to me.âÂ
At that secondâyou hear yourself gush against his face, squeezing your thighs against his head, body shuddering like a harsh chill had taken a marathon against your spine. Youâre robbed of time to come down from the orgasm, Onyankopon pulling you back down to sit along his lap as he grunts, âCome pull this dick out.â
You whimper in response, dipping your fingers into his pants nonetheless. Your acrylics graze against the hefty weight of his tip you feel forâand itâs big.Â
Youâre pulling, pulling for more than two seconds, watching as it slaps a little over his belly button. Dark pink, a beautiful brown matching his complexion. Your eyes widen a bit, the gasp your throat that wanted to release now caught in his palm as heâs holding you by your neck.Â
He tugs you forward, âSpit in my fuckinâ mouth.â
Heâs nasty. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, letting your saliva run against the tip of your tongue, meeting with his mouth that makes him glare at you, âFreaky ass lilâ bitch, huh? Iâm finnaâ do you in witchoâ pretty ass. Come sit on this shit.âÂ
âToo big, OnyâŠâ you whimpered before you thought about your words, knowing he was already arrogant.Â
And you werenât wrong for thinking that. His mouth twists in amusement against the shell of your ear, hand rubbing along the curve of your ass before smacking it, âYou either gonâ bend over so I can watch my dick go in and out this pretty ass pussy, or sit that shit on me.â
Your eyes glance back downâhis dick was standing straight up, swollen at the tip, thick veins running across the shaft, and a toned belly for you to grip onto. But you knew he wasnât repeating himself.Â
He murmurs, âGo slow, baby. I got you,â easing your anxiety, moving his hand around to the back of your neck, pulling you into the softest kiss heâd given you this entire time.
You adjusted your hips as you rubbed his tip along your folds throughout the kiss, mouth falling open as you whimpered again, his throat humming, nodding gently for you to continue. Your folds stretch apart as you begin sinking down, keeping yourself kissing him to distract from the immediate discomfort you feel. You pull your mouth back slightly to press your forehead against his, also holding the back of his neck as your breathing becomes chaotic, chest heaving a bit as you whisper, ââŠOh myâŠâ you suck in a breath, âgodddâŠâ you drag your words so lowly, and he hears every syllable.
âYeah?â He grunts, âWhy youâ squeezingâ my shit like that?âÂ
Heâs cooing to you. His balls slap lightly against the weight of your ass, hearing the slick of your pussy as he pulls you back up. Onyankopon dips his fingers into your mouth, coating them before he lowers his hand to massage your bruised walls for a millisecond, making it easier to push his dick back in.
He helps ease you back down, fingers rubbing at the back of your hips as he drops you fully down his length. Your eyes clamped shut as you cried out, eyes rolling as you dragged out a whine, âOnyyyâŠâ all while he sucked on the spot between your neck and collarbone, moaning into it to keep you open.Â
You pull your face back to meet him, keeping your foreheads connected as he begins raising you halfway up, dragging you back down, dick disappearing between your thighs. Your arousal is splattering in between your skin stuck together, ripping apart each time youâre pulled back up, clapping as you come back down.
âThis all you needed, needed this pussy played with. Shit pretty as fuck. Makinâ art on my dick.âÂ
He was getting used to the rhythm, leaning his head back against the seat to look at you. His hands were planted on the back of your thighs, the muscles rippling as he helped pull you back up before slamming you back down, his mouth open, eyes half-lidded.
He was watching youâThe way you were crying out, the way you were cursing him out, the way you were begging for more, and the way you were fighting for breath.
He was watching it allâtaking it all in. You were perfect.Â
Each time you protested, âBabyyyy,â he tugged you down harder, the pressure rubbing against your pussy, the warmth of it making you shudder. Heâs talking, âI hear you, Mama. Fuck, you drenching my shit.âÂ
His hands were firm against your hips, helping to guide you up and down. He was almost wrestling you, a dominant nature he had coming out the longer he fucked you. Your ass is applauding against his thighs, breasts bouncing, your mouth releasing breathless sounds youâd never heard before. It makes you feel like those final nerves within your brain were no more, wrapping your arms around his neck as you let him take youâpouting as you talk to him, âThis your pussy babyâŠâ you whine, softly crying, mewling the words to him. Youâre making promises.
âThatâs how you feelinâ?â
He slides his palm against your asscheek, gripping the skin there as he moves his index finger over your hole, the feeling making you tense. You lean yourself forward a bit as heâs nudging the tip of it into you, using the rest of his fingers to keep you bouncing down. You whimper deeply, the pleasure and pain knocking you every which way as heâs filling you up in both placesâhe was trying to kill you.
Nonetheless, you keep yapping, âYour fuckinâ pussy, DaddyâŠgonna come to your showâŠâ
You drag your tongue along his neck, sucking there petulantly as you look down, seeing as you cream on his length, coating the shaft white. Youâre so horny, even if he was fucking you at this exact moment.
âNo you not. Finnaâ be sleep all day after this,â he grunts, âYou creaminâ on my shit. Pretty as fuck.â
His hand wraps around the back of your neck to pull you down for another heated kiss, sucking the taste of yourself off your tongue. His other hand held you by the hip, moving you faster, finger thrusting in your hole deeper.
Heâs strongâin lost time, he stands from the chair as he places your legs over his shoulders, taking a step forward to place you right along the mirror you used to show your clients their finished hairstyle. He was tugging at your neck, making sure you were locked in his arms as he began dropping you on his dick, making you squeal, a moan spilling from your lips as you whine, "Oh shittttt.âÂ
âLook at you, fuckinâ bad girl. Yeah, look at me, look at you, look at that shit gushing for me.â
He was pounding you from the bottom, his balls slapping between your folds, your arousal making the sound reverberate through the room. A feeling you never felt before surrounded your aura, a pleasure so good that you felt emotional, your eyes beginning to form tears as you suck in a breath, releasing as you sobbed, âUgnh, fuck.â
Heâs fucking you so hard that the mirror across began steaming up, showing only a faint outline of your body. You flick over to it, seeing the strawberry tresses of your hair sticking to your face, your expression ruined.Â
Your mouth was dangerous as you writhed, âOny,â a way that was close to a shout, talking through each thrust, âLove. This. Dick. BabyâŠâ
His mouth came to yours to stifle the sounds, hand clamped around the back of your neck. His teeth were scraping your lips, his tongue slipping inside to fight yours as heâs pounding you in place, the sensation making you shake.
"You gon' cum? Gonna squirt all over his dick? Pussy gettinâ tight as fuckâŠdamnâŠâ he groans, locking his eyes down to see himself go in and out, in and out, inâŠand out.
âGonna squirt all over you,â you sniffle in a small gasp, unaware of your own mouth at this moment, âHarderâpleaseâŠâÂ
His mouth was a mess, tongue thick and long, lapping against your neck and collarbone, sucking the skin there, his mouth wide open, slurping the taste of you up. He squeezed your hips so hard that you were crying out. He was slamming himself into you, a groan of pleasure spilling from his lips as he buried his face against your throat, sucking it up as he grunted, âFinnaâ have you at every fuckinâ show. Up in the private rooms, gonâ fuck you after every song.â
Youâre gone, becoming entirely silent as your eyes are filled with tears that wouldnât stop, nodding your head to every word as you hold onto him. The silence, listening to the sounds of your skin coming together in music, a sound rips from your throat before you could realizeâpure bliss, a scream projecting out as you squirt, the arousal spouting, pushing him far enough for his tip to now be halfway in. Your body feels exhausted, eyes back into staring inside your head as you cum.Â
And it broke him, he was moaning into your throatâmouth open, eyes closed, pulling himself out as his tip rubbed against your inner thigh, cumming against the warm skin. Your body was tired, exhausted, satisfied.Â
You struggled to keep yourself wrapped along his neck. As the both of you caught your breath, you brought your eyes up to him, using the last bit of strength you had to give him a soft peck against his lips. Onyankopon couldnât help himselfâYou looked so pretty at this moment, yet the innocent kiss makes him chuckle lowly, holding you up more as he questions, âYou aightâ?â
You press your face within his neck as you murmur, âMhm,â your eyes feeling heavy, âDonât think immaâ make your show, OnyâŠâ you pout sleepily.
He laughs at how cute you were beingâitâs a stark difference from your usual reserved demeanor.Â
âItâs straight, baby. Youâll be on my mind the moment I get thereâthatâs fasho.ââÂ
He pecks your forehead, âYou want me to stay tonight?â
Your eyes wonât open at this point. You could figure out the meaning of this moment later. You just wanted to be wrapped in that damn scent of hisâtonka bean.
âIf youâ actually plan on sleeping, you can stayâŠâÂ
âDamn, no late night nookie?âÂ
âOnyankopon.â
âMy fault. Night, shawty.â
