#attoye fluff

Attuma choked, hacking up a fit of coughs at the information. His girls laughed heartily as their father was on the verge of death. “Boyfriend?!” He said once his throat was clear. “Who is he?”

“Mmm. She told us to call him Mr. W’Kabi.”

“Who the f-“ The man caught his words as he realized where he was and who he was talking to. “What does he do while he’s there hm? Do mommy and him talk a lot?”

“No daddy. They kiss a lot and I don’t like him.”

“Yeah me neither. When are you coming back daddy?”

“Soon, baby. Real soon.”

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It took him about half an hour to finish eating with his kids and shove them off to his mom’s house while he took a trip to the house he once called his own.

A navy blue hellcat was parked pretty in the driveway.

“Mother fucker.” Attuma grumbled as he marched across the yard and pounded on the door. “Okoye!”

He didn’t let up on the wood, only growing rougher when she took longer to answer.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Where are my kids?!” Our kids, he thought. But her nagging was ignored as he looked into the house.

“Where is he?”

“You have no right to know who’s here.”

“You got that man around our children and in our house. It’s my right as much as yours.”

As he took a breath, he took in what she was wearing, or rather not wearing. Just a silk robe, wrapped around her frame and leaving nothing to imagination. It made his blood boil.

“Oh so you hand the kids over so you can fuck him huh.”

“Fuck you Attuma!”

“I wish you would.” He stepped forward, welcoming himself through the threshold.

“Back the hell up.”

“I don’t see you making a move.” Attuma shrugged as they stood with no space between their bodies. His was hot, she could feel the heat radiating off of him as she resisted the urge to touch him.

The tension was thick as Attuma towered over her and Okoye failed to keep herself composed. Damn him for having such an affect on her. “Put your clothes on, kick him out, let me in.”

“This is over Attuma.”

“Is it? Haven’t noticed.” His arm snaked around her waist as she shivered. “Come back to me. I’m sorry.”

“Attuma-“

The creaking of the steps caused the hair on her neck to stand and suddenly she was pushing him as far as her strength would allow.

Before Attuma could invade her space again, W’Kabi came down the stairs. He was similarly bare, just a pair of jeans over his hips.

“Who’s this?” He questioned, looking between Attuma and Okoye.

“This is my ex. Father of the twins. He was just letting me know how they’ve been.” She lied through her teeth and nudged Attuma to go along with it.

“You couldn’t have called?” W’Kabi crossed his arms, giving Attuma the dirtiest look he could muster.

Attuma laughed, doubling over as he did it. He laughed for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke.

“This jackass? Really baby. Come on. If you’re gonna try to replace me at least do it with someone who could actually compete.”

“Get out, Attuma.” Okoye pushed him through the door slamming it shut behind him.

Okoye had been very eager to sign up for a few artsy and combat workshops. The midnight angel was hopeful to learn some new ways to kick ass but also embrace this foreign culture. Throughout the entire cultural exchange, she had been very openminded about it all until she had crossed paths with Attuma in a sparring workshop where they played a rougher version of hot potato mixed with floor hockey using a weaker water bomb and wooden spears. 

Essentially, you had an unknown number of hits to get the ball in a goal.

If it explodes while you’re maneuvering it around, you’re out until your team scores a goal.

It was a fun game that really boosted everyone’s morale but seeing Attuma and Okoye go against each other while their teammates sat on the bench with bated breaths really got everyone invested.

The man had used every chance he had to be near her, trying his hardest to start a conversation as he maneuvered around her. Through mean mugs and stank eyes, Attuma refused to leave her side. Even causing his team to lose a couple of rounds until she made it clear that she only wished to kick his ass.

Attuma understood that as, ‘I will only respect you if you defeat me or lose to me after giving your all.’

Okoye left the workshop sore, wet, and tattered while Attuma watched her retreat with a bruised grin and blood-filled rebreather.

He had managed to win a few rounds, but he played nastier than she ever wished to discuss or think about after today.

It wasn’t even nasty in a dishonorable cheating manner.

He just played without mercy or restraint or any sense of personal space. This resulted in Okoye having to literally fight for her life or peel him off of her.

There were moments where the wind had been knocked out of her and other moments where Attuma had sent her flipping across the field. He’d always be there to break her falls though, unintentionally groping her during inspections that often ended with gentle touches and the occasional Band-Aid.

Okoye never complained out loud though.

If he wanted to be rough, she could be just as rough.

She had been successful enough to knock him down a few times, but it always left her muscles screaming at how much strength it required to send the blue titan into the muddy earth. 

Once she claimed the final victory, earning cheers from her team, Okoye left. She could feel Attuma’s gaze on her back, but she refused to turn around.

She was a wounded cat, desperate to lick her wounds in private.

“Um...Okoye...why did Attuma pin you down like that-”

“-Because he is an idiot.”

“Well, you look like you had fun.” Aneka grinned.

“Do I look like I had fun?” Okoye turned to glare at her friend.

“Well, now you don’t.” She pouted. 

“I hope I never have another workshop with that man present.”

“Eh? Why?”

Okoye’s eyes burned into the midnight angel, forcing her to lift her hands in surrender.

“I’ll be quiet.”

“Good.”

Aneka remained quiet as they left the muddy field.

Okoye’s wish of not seeing Attuma had been granted by Bast temporarily.

She’d gone to weaving workshops, cooking workshops, and even carving workshops without seeing Attuma.

It was all going well until she went to the painting workshop that was being led by the king of Talokan.

She should have known Attuma had been praying to Chaac to see her when the sky opened and dropped an ocean’s load of rain.

The downpour was relentless as it soaked her clothes and pebbled her skin, scolding her until she moved faster.

Sandaled feet carried her towards the citadel and down a gilded hallway before she entered the workshop room that was at the beginning of a well-lit corridor.

Rain dripped from her eyelashes as her eyes scanned the room, eager to find a seat without disrupting the class.

Attuma was the only one sitting by himself in the back, while the king paced the front of the room, talking about a painting he had created.

Namor seemed fixated on the painting he had done while he talked, so now was the best time to go.

She gritted her teeth and mouthed a slew of curses as she took off her shoes and tip toed to the empty seat next to the warrior.

Dark brown eyes locked onto her as she quietly pulled out the chair and sat down, successfully making her way in without Namor noticing.

Attuma breathed out a single word. 

“In ba’ate’el.” (Warrior.)

But this time, it made her skin feel warm as it fell from his covered lips.

It had somehow gone from something he called her out of respect to perhaps a term of endearment. A nickname between foes to something Okoye refused to acknowledge.

Attuma accepted her glare as a warm welcome before sliding her a few pieces of paper.

“I.” He gently touched his chest. “Write.” He pointed at the papers.

She glanced at the papers apprehensively before taking them when she realized they contained details on the culture behind today’s workshop. Little fun facts and important moments of Talokanil history written neatly in English.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed by his act of kindness.

It was clear that whatever his king had written on the board had been duplicated neatly- just for her.

He stared at her, patiently waiting for an ounce of praise.

“Thanks.”

He allowed his lips to curl upward behind his rebreather before he refocused on the speaking king.

Her eyes moved forward too, watching the king pause to put down a piece of paper.

“Alright. Now that we’ve covered the history, let’s jump into today’s craft.” Namor smiled. “Today, you will be working in pairs to create a mural of each other. In Talokan, we keep our culture strong by spilling our history into our art. We tell stories, sing songs, weave tapestries, write music, carve statues, and paint grand murals to record the past. Then, each generation adds to it. This makes our art better and the culture richer.” He lifted up a large painting. “Here is a small example I whipped together for this class. Here we have Chaac leading our priest to the plant that helped our ancestors move to the sea.” 

He began to repeat himself, speaking in his mother tongue.

Her ears were able to pick up a handful of words to verify it, but she eventually tuned him out as she took in the large painting. 

Namor was talented.

Talented felt like a small word.

An insult almost.

His painting skills were known to be amongst the greatest between both nations, so it made sense that he was leading this workshop. However, seeing his craft in person truly left the group speechless.

The mural was detailed, swirling with various cool tones.

Somber ceruleans, rich viridians, and regal violets.

Sprinkles of sand and clay browns as painted hands reached for a plant that floated down from a watching deity.

Everything was outlined with obsidian and highlighted with white and lighter cool tones.

He pointed at each component of the painting before looking up at everyone. “The story is clear that this is how Talokan came to be.” He put the painting down. “I want you all to work together to make a story about the two of you and paint it. At the end of this workshop, you all will present it to the group.”

He repeated himself once more in Yucatec Mayan before he moved forward to start handing out materials. “If you have any questions for me, please do not hesitate to ask. We have three hours to work on this, so please pour out your creativity and make something beautiful and meaningful with your partner.”

Okoye recoiled at the word ‘partner’ as he began his final translation.

Attuma on the other hand was elated.

His eyes moved to the woman beside him, drinking in her soaked attire.

He was used to seeing her in uniform, but today she was wearing a cropped orange and yellow blouse that tied in the front with a floor length orange and red skirt that moved like lava whenever she walked. She was heavily accessorized with golden bangles, a gold idzila, and a few jade waist beads.

Before he could take in anymore of her beauty, she snapped her red polished fingers in front of his face, sporting a scowl she always wore around him.

He blinked and she sighed before moving forward to place a kimoyo bead in his ear.

The world sounded foreign until she tapped her bracelet and looked up at him curiously.

“Do you understand me?”

He blinked before nodding slowly. “Yes. Can you understand me?”

She nodded. “Yes. Technology.” She offered jokingly before leaning back. “So, we need to tell a story. Let’s make some draft sketches of the mural and then pick the best one.”

“Ok.” He nodded. “Do you want to work separately, or do you want to work together on these drafts?”

“Separately.”

“Ok.”

“Let’s regroup in twenty minutes.” She tapped her kimoyo beads to set a timer.

“Ok.”

He watched her grab a piece of scrap paper and begin to doodle before doing the same.

Every few minutes, he would glance at her, stare at her longingly, get scolded, and refocus on his work. 

By the time the twenty minutes was up, he had twenty drafts and she had four.

“I’m surprised you have so many.”

“I’d probably have more if you didn’t yell at me so much.”

“It is difficult to do my task with a creep staring holes into my head.”

“I’m not a creep. I was referencing your features. Your face has to be a part of the mural.”

She gave him a pointed look before she began to lay out her drafts. “Well, let’s see what we’ve got.”

He nodded before laying out his drafts.

He had drawn Okoye twenty times, each one slightly lewder than the first time.

Okoye on the other hand had drawn both of them, taking inspiration from Namor’s style as she drew out different tales from different battles, they’d fought each other in.

There was depth and details and a story.

Everything that was supposed to be there but was missing in Attuma’s work.

He could draw, but nothing he created told a story.

It didn’t capture anything more than the curve of her breasts and ass- amidst the vibrancy of her eyes and fierce scowl she always wore around him.

Very similar to the one she wears now.

“What do you think?” He smiled warmly at her.

“Attuma, you are talented...” She started. “...but you lack the ability to write a story. In fact, you drew me explicitly in every draft.”

“The way I have drawn you is not offensive to my people. Is it offensive to yours?”

“No, but I am more than my tits and ass.”

“Would it look better if I added myself?”

“Why-” She pinched the bridge of her nose to compose herself. “Quality over Quantity. Have you ever heard that phrase before?”

He thought it over. “Not exactly like that...”

“But you understand what I mean, yes?”

“Could you explain?”

“You have nothing more to offer to this idea besides explicit doodles of me. Although the doodles look nice, it’s the same thing... which means you’ve basically given only one idea.” She held up an index finger. “One idea that can’t be used or enjoyed by anyone because there’s no story or lore or creativity behind it.” 

“But you are beautiful.”

“Right, but that’s not the theme of this mural. People will get tired of seeing the same thing over and over again. If I showed someone the same doodle twenty times, under the façade that it was something new each time, they’d grow sick of me. Which is why I’m disappointed with your drafts… beyond the obvious explicitness.” She shot him a look as he listened attentively. “We have to be innovative and creative. Just because it has Attuma and Okoye in it, doesn’t mean it’s good. Especially if it’s just the same thing over and over and over again. Whatever we present has to be new and additive to the story we’re trying to tell and something we’re proud of. We have to present this at the end, you know. It should be something of good quality. Something I would want to hang up in my living room and read books under.”

“Then let’s look at your ideas.” He tilted his head. “Maybe I can help draw one of those in a rough draft before we work on the mural.” He offered a small smile. “Whatever we make, I want it to make you happy.”

Okoye nodded as she looked away shyly. “Ok.”

Her four drafts were amazing, each blending the cultures of Wakanda and Talokan to create an ornate mural.

The first one centered around Bast and Chaac blessing her and Attuma in combat as they fought on a bridge.

The second portrayed a midnight angel descending on a warrior adorned with the head of a hammerhead shark, pointing her spear with a vow of sending him off to his ancestors.

The third centered around her kicking Attuma off the sea leopard and into the sea.

The fourth centered around Attuma pointing down at Okoye while she stood underneath an aircraft, holding a child close.

She spent a few minutes explaining each doodle before waiting for Attuma to pick one to work on.

He stared at each doodle with great focus before picking up the third one. “This one.”

She looked at it. “Why?”

“In that moment, we truly became equals.”

“You looked down on me before I kicked you off that ship?”

“No, but the fire in your eyes burned the brightest that day.” He smiled fondly at the doodle. “It makes me wish we had never been enemies.” His smile dropped. “Perhaps you wouldn’t glare at me as much.”

Okoye stared at him as they sat in silence for a minute or two.

“I glare at everyone.” She huffed under her breath, ignoring how his eyes brightened as she looked away.

“I will keep that in mind and not be offended by your angry gaze.”

“Yeah.” She dismissed him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by her attempt at comforting him. “How long do you need to add your own style to it?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Ok.” She set another timer. “I’ll start making paint swatches, so we know what colors we want to use.”

“Ok.”

The pair worked quietly on their parts of the project before regrouping when the timer went off.

Okoye looked the doodle over, while Attuma waited patiently for her feedback.

“This looks good to me.” She looked over the patterns he included to add more dimension to the mural. He even cleaned up the design of her characters, being mindful to not erase the notes of her culture she had woven throughout the design.

There were a few creative differences incorporated, but it was definitely something she wouldn’t mind hanging on her living room wall if everything turned out great in the end.

“Can we start working on the sheet of canvas now?”

“I think so.” Okoye nodded. “You can draw the outline and then I’ll paint it.”

“Do a rough draft of what colors you want to use on the draft I just finished while I work.” He glanced up at her. “I don’t want to be in your way when you’re painting.”

“Ok.”

Attuma took a deep breath as he lifted the roll of canvas and rolled it out on the floor. Azure fingers began to spread out the dense material before he grabbed a piece of charcoal and got to work.

Nimble fingers skillfully mixed different colors of paint on a palette before pressing themselves into the wet paint.

She stamped her finger into the areas to denote where each color would go, occasionally going over colors with something different when it didn’t look how she wanted.

Once she was satisfied with her work, Okoye dried her fingers off on a rag and turned back to face Attuma with curious eyes.

At some point while she was working, he had pulled his hair up into a messy bun, failing to catch every single fly away.

His brows were furrowed in concentration while his hands moved with precision and accuracy across the canvas.

Upon closer inspection, it dawned on her that Attuma wasn’t dressed in his usual uniform.

He had on a long jade skirt that complimented his many piercings and a thick band of cream cloth that wrapped around his waist twice before trailing a line diagonally up and over his shoulder.

He didn’t even have his headdress on.

He instead wore a viridian and a cream feather tucked behind his ear with a few shark teeth charms attached to the handful of braids that had been neatly done throughout his hair.

At a quick glance, he looked like a sculpture of a deity who was heavily invested in something.

He was some sort of sea god or water god.

Enchanting her like a siren, luring a pirate out to his demise.

His gaze lifted to meet hers for a moment before he lifted his brow in curiosity.

“Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“You’re staring.”

“I just wanted to make sure I mixed the right shade of blue for your skin.”

“You can do swatches of paint on my back to test it out if you want.”

“No need.” She turned around, flustered, and ashamed that she had been caught.

Attuma chuckled softly as he refocused on his work.

Once he was done, he got up and leaned over her, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“It’s your turn, warrior.”

“Okoye.”

“Hm?”

“My name is Okoye.”

“My apologies. It is your turn, Okoye.”

She offered a small nod before getting up and retreating to the floor.

“Is this okay?” She held up her rough draft.

“It’s perfect.”

“Ok.”

Attuma sat at the table and watched her begin to paint, being extra careful to be neat with each stroke.

Time moved slowly as Okoye worked.

He watched her every move quietly, being mindful not to gawk or make her uncomfortable.

If he was a water god, then she was a goddess of fire.

Beautiful opposites that could destroy one another if not careful but be steamy if allowed to mix.

Okoye could feel him staring but decided not to acknowledge it.

Once she was done painting, Attuma sat back down to finish outlining and highlighting the mural before they signed the bottom right corner.

The pair stepped back to admire their work, covered in smudges of charcoal and a few flecks of paint.

“We’re done.” Okoye breathed out.

“Mhm.”

“We did it.”

“We did.”

“Alright.” Namor spoke up. “While some of you add the finishing touches to your mural, let’s start presenting so that we can clean up and go.” His eyes scanned the room. “Do I have any volunteers?”

Okoye kept her hand down, but Attuma raised his hand.

Her eyes burned into the warrior as Namor grinned.

“Great! Attuma and Okoye will be our first presenters.” He waved them forward. “Come to the front and discuss the lore of your mural.”

Okoye sighed as she helped Attuma lift their mural and carry it to the front of the room.

Gasps filled the air as everyone took in the painting.

The painting was mostly various hues of blue, teal, and gold.

An unmasked midnight angel, striking Attuma into the waves with fire in her eyes.

Instead of painting a ship or an actual sea leopard, a large black panther was painted fighting with a feathered sea serpent in the sea.

The people of Wakanda were denoted by small purple panther cubs clinging to the panther’s back and the people of Talokan were denoted by small jade serpents trying to move up K’uk’ulkan’s back.

Attuma explained it all in Yucatec Mayan first before Okoye spoke in Xhosa.

He removed the kimoyo bead in his ear to relish in the sound of her explaining things in her own mother tongue.

It was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

Her lips stopped moving as her dark brown eyes moved to meet his.

She looked him over as the sound of clapping and soft cheers filled the air.

It all became background noise the moment she smiled at Attuma.

His skin purpled as she parted her lips to say, “Dios bo’otik.” (Thank you.)

“In k’áatech.” (I love you.) He breathed out.

“Huh?”

“Mixba’al.” (You’re welcome.) He spoke up as his blush deepened.

“Ah.” Okoye laughed softly as she looked away.

“That was a brilliant presentation you two! Thank you for volunteering to share first.” Namor beamed at them.

“Thank Attuma.” She jutted a thumb at the General before taking the mural from him. “I just wanted some art for my home.”

Attuma watched her quietly, drinking in all the joy that crossed her face before looking at his king with wide eyes when he snapped his fingers.

He arched a brow before realizing he was gawking at Okoye again.

Namor only shook his head as Attuma retreated and chuckled. “Alright, who’s next?”

He didn’t think space between them was necessary. Therefore, he gave her none. His hand was always resting somewhere on her body, his fingers tracing her skin so lightly that it tickled.

“Attuma, I can’t focus with you right over my shoulder.” Okoye huffed as she turned the page of her book.

Attuma simply scoffed, nuzzling his face further into her neck as he leaned over the back of the couch. “You smell good.” He’d grumble as she pressed a hand to his cheek and forced him away.

“You can still smell me from Talokan. You and your advanced nostrils.” The woman smiled, blowing him a kiss as he rounded the couch to sit beside her.

His legs spread wide, a conscious attempt to feel her legs rub against his. “Attuma.”

“What? I haven’t done anything.” He says as his hand brushes her thigh.

“You are being a pest.”

“Say you don’t love it and I’ll stop. Hm?”

Her side eye was lethal as he smirked in her peripheral. “I will gut you.”

“I look forward to it, darling.” Attuma reached over, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her onto his lap. “What is your book about?”

He grabbed the piece of literature from her hands with skeptical eyes. Okoye chuckled, tangling her hands in his hair and tugging it back.

“I’m fucking freezing.” She grumbled at Nakia as she shivered in her faux fur, her heeled boots shuffling along the graveled sidewalk.

“You wanted to be out here all late.” Nakia lit a cigarette with a scoff. “Not my problem.”

“But it sure is your fault. Had you not smoked our money away I wouldn’t have be here! We live in California for fuck sake so when has it ever been this cold!”

Nakia sucked her teeth, letting the cig rest between her lips as she picked at her afro. “You know you’re really uptight lately, Ko. Chill the fuck out. You’re hot as fuck and if you got rid of that tired ass dress, you’d make twice the rent in 20 minutes.”

Okoye crossed her arms over her chest, scaling a look down her attire. “Fuck is wrong with my dress?”

“Nothing…if you a 1997 hooker.” Nakia chuckled, picking at the loose fabric of the mini dress; black, lacy, and barely covering anything past her ass. “How long you had this thing huh?”

“Go to hell.” Okoye rolled her eyes and turned back to the street, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she did.

It was so grimy on the boulevard. Okoye often found herself itching to get past the streets that made up her life. Whenever she tried, there seemed to be an inevitable force that pulled her back and pushed her flat on her ass.

“I mean-“ Okoye cringed at the drunk group of boys that whistled at her as they passed. “Don’t you want to get out of here one day?”

“Here we go..” Nakia took a hit and slumped against a traffic light pole. “Get out of where Okoye!? Where would we go worth anything?!”

The woman huffed as she opened her mouth to speak again but was abruptly cut off by a roaring engine coming to a stop, right where she was standing.

She peered down at the car, pitch black and windows tinted the darkest they could go. Way too expensive a car for the person to live around here.

Tentatively, she walked up to the window, tapping on the glass softly.

It rolled down only half way, revealing a man, looking quite distressed and disheveled. In need of some help she presumed.

“You lost, baby?” Okoye softened her voice as she took her estimate of the man. He wore a suit, his hair back into a ponytail and his cologne seeping out, invading her nostrils. Obviously, he knew how to spend a dime based on the car alone. He was a goldmine.

“Uh- yeah.” The lost one tried his best to keep eye contact with Okoye as her breasts nearly spilled from her bra. “How do I get to Beverly Hills?”

“Oh I can show you. Let the window down some more.” Her red lips parted revealing the smile that seduced and tempted many before him.

“I won’t be doing that. Just point me in the right direction? My phone is dead and this gps is sending me into circles.” He huffed.

Okoye shared a glance with Nakia, who watched the interaction with a smirk on her lips.

“Fine. I’ll show you for five bucks.” She offered.

“No-“

“Price just went up to ten.” Okoye sucked her teeth and the man scoffed.

She leaned her body quite comfortably on the car, running her hand across the roof in awe as she waited his answer.

With a groan and a roll of his eyes, “20 bucks.”

Nakia let out a snicker and Okoye ducked her head to the window again. “For 20, I’ll show you step by step.”

She tugged on the passenger handle and invited herself into the vehicle where her body was enveloped in heat and she let out a soft moan, barely noticeable to the man beside her.

“Here.” He pulled a 20 out of his pocket and Okoye made a show of stuffing it into her bra, adjusting her cleavage extensively.

“Turn right on this corner.”

Okoye reached to rest her hand on the nape of his neck but he flinched away rather harshly. Sensitive much, she thought.

“Look I really just need directions.”

“And I’m giving them to you. Besides, you haven’t paid me nearly enough to really get up to something. Make a left here.”

He was tan, strong features and a hint of stubble growing on his chin. The look of concentration on his face made her gush with arousal. Fuck rent, she’d let him hit for free.

The way he shifted in the chair, squaring his shoulders and adjusting his position at least every 30 seconds. His head grazed the ceiling of the vehicle, roughing up his ponytail just a bit.

“This isn’t your car.” Okoye chuckled at how uncomfortable he seemed in it. His brows furrowed as he glanced at her.

“No. It’s not. It’s a friend’s.”

“You still rich like him though?”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You really are all about the money huh?”

“You come from where I do and you gotta be.”

A moment of silence as he recognized the gap between them. Here he was, waltzing out of his own party, pissy about a breakup and she was fighting for her life on the streets, selling her body just to live.

“What’s your name?” He asked curiously, his thighs flexing when she grazed her nails over the one closest to her, teasing.

“What do you want it to be?” She smirked.

“Seriously?”

“Well if you’re not gonna fuck me, I could at least have some fun right?”

He approached a red light, taking the idle state of the car to give her a disbelieving look. Okoye sucked her teeth, removing her hand from his space again.

“Ko-ko.”

“No. Its not.” He squinted his eyes as the light changed.

“How you gonna tell me what my name is?” She grew rather irritated of his arrogance.

“What’s the name on your lease, your fucking taxes? What’s the name your parents called you growing up?”

“Bold of you to assume I have parents anymore.”

Another awkward wedge between them and a tense silence as she told him to turn again.

Okoye chewed on her lip as the neighborhood got nicer and the people walking the streets started to reduce. It never really occurred to her that rich people preferred the daytime. “Okoye. You?”

“Attuma.”

“Where the hell does that come from?”

“Don’t know. I don’t think it fits me anyway.”

The car squealed to a stop in front of the hotel he stayed. Shifting the gear in park with a soft sigh, he looked her over. Her legs were crossed as her foot tapped nervously against the floor.

“You’ll be okay?”

“Mhmm.” She spared him a small smile.

“Catch a taxi back to your place?”

“Well, back to the corner at least. You only gave me 20 bucks after all.” She opened her door, stepping out into the cool air again with a groan.

A bittersweet departure it would be and she would only get away with enough money to catch a ride back to the gutter. She almost felt pitiful.

Attuma stepped out of the car as well, a valet eagerly grabbing the keys from his hands.

“How much do you make a night? On average.” He prompted

“100 an hour..” Okoye shrugged, taking her phone out of her pocket.

Attuma couldn’t believe the wave of sympathy that came over him. God, just look at her. Skimpy thin material barely covering the expanse of her legs, her boots worn down and she was still shivering in her excuse for a coat.

“How much for you to stay the whole night…in the hotel?”

“With you? Yeah right. I think I’ll save myself the humiliation.” She scoffed, turning her attention back to her device. Maybe she could walk.

“We can go through the back?”

“Even worse.” Okoye scoffed, sending a quick text to Nakia and letting her know there will be updates. “400 dollars the whole night. You give me that coat to wear so the fact that I’m a whore won’t be obvious.”

With a nod, Attuma shrugged his coat off, draping it over her shoulders. She slid her arms through and tied it to her waist, snickering at how large it was compared to her.

“You are quite the man, Attuma.”

“You have no idea.”

———

His room, the penthouse, was unlike anything she had seen before. It was clean, there was room to breathe. Most of all it was huge and easily costed more than she could dream.

Attuma watched as she explored every inch of the room, laughing as she insisted on inspecting the corners for rat holes just so she could point out a flaw.

“Champagne?” He held up the bottle of bubbly liquid and a bowl of strawberries.

“Allergic to strawberries, don’t drink on the job.”

“You’re not on the job yet.” Attuma popped the bottle anyway, dumping the bowl of strawberries to the trash. He filled two glasses as she shedded her shoes and coat, just left in her dress hiking up her thighs as she sat on the bed, legs crossed.

“Here.” He handed her a glass. She took it cautiously, inspecting the liquid with a keen eye.

Attuma sipped at his glass and Okoye sat with hers.

“I appreciate this whole seduction thing you got going on but trust me, you put that money right between my tits and I’m a sure thing. What size condom you wear?”

Attuma couldn’t help but laugh as he set his glass down. He tugged at his ponytail, finally letting his hair free to fall where it felt. He loosened his tie and dropped his jacket, not breaking the eye contact with the Okoye.

“How about we talk a little bit more?” He popped the buttons to his sleeves, rolling them up to his forearms.

“When do I get my money?”

“Okoye-“

“Uh Uh. You can’t do that. It ain’t right!” Okoye shot up from the bed, resting her hands to her hips.

“I have to pay you to talk to me before you try to hop on my dick?”

“Yes. You paying for the whole night and trust me Mr. man I meant the whole night. Talking and sappy shit included.”

Okoye held her hand out to him as they stood chest to chest. He smelt so good she could just melt. Attuma scoffed, picking up his jacket and going for his wallet.

He pulled out four crisp hundreds, straight out the bank. Okoye beamed, crumpling the money and stuffing it into the side of her bra.

“What do you want to know?”

“Where are you from?” He leaned forward, taking in her faint vanilla scent.

“Oh for fuck sake.” She rolled her eyes, plopping her ass back onto the bed with a bounce.

“No don’t act like that. I paid you. Talk.”

“Brooklyn.”

“How long in California?”

“Long enough. What do you do to get this rich?” Okoye fired back.

“I’m asking the questions.”

“I have a feeling you do that a lot. Stay in control. You like being in control…daddy?”

“Stop.” Attuma crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles bulging as he flexed them sub consciously

“Why? Is it working?”

“Okoye-“

“Quit saying my name like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m in trouble or something. You say it right or you don’t say it at all!”

Attuma took a breath. Did he have to pick up such a difficult woman. “Alright. I’m sorry. I-I just don’t do this.”

“Take directions from prostitutes and take them back to your hotel for the night.”

“Exactly.”

“There’s a first for everything. Just like this is the first time I actually want to suck a customer off and he won’t let me.”

“You really want to?”

“So badly.”

Attuma made work on his belt and pants, dropping them to his ankles as his hard on peeked past his boxers.

“Well isn’t that just delicious.” She smiled and dropped to her knees, crawling up to him and gripping the length through his boxers.

“I think I hit the jackpot.” She giggled, tugging down on the elastic. “Now, don’t pull too hard on my hair.”

“Got it.”

She made quick work to cover him in her smeared lipstick and saliva as she kissed down his expanse. A moan left her lips as she captured his tip, sucking softly.

Okoye could feel his body tense when she took him deeper, nose nuzzling against his pelvis as she rested there. He hadn’t grabbed her yet, resorting to clenching his fists at his side for the moment.

“Shiiit.” He groaned as she swallowed around him, her hands resting on his thighs to ground herself.

Bobbing her head up and down, she hollowed her cheeks and stroked what she couldn’t reach. Spit dribbling down from her lips and makeup smearing his cock from tip to base.

Sloppy and wet sounds filled the hotel room as Okoye found joy in sucking him to climax

She moan softly around him sending a vibration through his bones and making his knees weak. Finally, Attuma reached for her head, forcing her down until she gagged and sputtered around him. His moan was loud and pornographic. Okoye squeezed her thighs together as another pool of arousal warmed her belly.

Never had she gotten the chance with someone so sexy let alone just as rich. It made her pussy throb with need because if his ability in bed matched his wallet, she was fucked.

“Fuuck…God where do you learn this stuff?” Attuma grunted, his grip on his head tightening with every soft whine that left her lips

Okoye focusing her attention on his tip, red and leaking with precum.

She sucked him hard as her hands covered the rest. His stomach caved in and he braced his hands on the table beside him.

“Holyyy fuuck! You gonna make me cum!” His eyes screwed shut as a vein popped from his neck.

She let him up with a pop and a smile. “Give it to me daddy..” Not a another word before he covered her face in the thick white substance. She stroked him lazily to the end, smearing his seed across her lips for a taste.

He slumped against the table as his chest heaved. Okoye giggled. “Come on, let’s get it up again.”

“No..do not touch me you demon.”

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already, Mr. man.” She rose to her feet and pulled her dress off.

“Look, It’s been a while.” Attuma opened his eyes to find spots in his vision.

“How long of a while?” Okoye wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her self against him. He grunted at the contact, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Years. Alright?”

“No one to do it with?”

“No I’ve been busy.”

The woman sighed, letting him go reluctantly. He tugged his pants back up as he relished in how light he felt.

“Hm.” Okoye pulled her dress back over her body and went to retrieve her shoes.

“You can still stay the night.” He offered, letting himself plop onto the bed.

“So you can leave me horny and empty. No thanks.” She shrugged her coat back on and adjusted her hair.

“Stay Okoye! Do not walk out that door.”

Okoye rolled her eyes. Her mind was telling her to go. Take the money and get the fuck out of here right now. But the bed..had she ever slept on something so comfortable and soft?

“Let me use your tub in the morning.”

The sun would peek through her bedroom curtains and Okoye would stretch awake to find Attuma already gone off to work. She'd take a moment to herself first, though it didn't last long as her oldest, eight, would be knocking on her door with his persistent need to know what was for breakfast.

Then, she would have to shower and ready for the day before her second child, six , was eternally glued to her side. Everywhere she turned, there the girl was to the point Okoye found herself hiding in the bathroom for sometime during the day.

Of course, that would be followed by her two year old and his insatiable need to destroy and disarray anything Okoye found precious and valuable. With a strength that resembled much of his father's , Okoye was often found speechless at some of the things, he'd managed to do in just a few seconds.

Finally, her newborn would awake and scream her throat hoarse until she was fed a bottle and wrapped securely to her mother's back.

The house was never quiet, with the pattering of little feet, the occasional scream, and the television playing what every children's entertainment Okoye deemed appropriate.

There were an overwhelming amount of phrases starting with, "Mommy! Mommy!" Okoye dreading hearing the name any time after three in the afternoon.

Not to mention, she had gained the remarkable ability to carry three of her offspring at once and break up quips between the children with a couple snap of her fingers and the pursing of her lips.

Cleaning would often be done once at least two of them were down for a nap after multiple tantrums and protests.

When Attuma came home, Okoye could breath out in relief as the children fought each other to get to him first. By the time, he made it to his tired wife, he was bound by giggling little bodies clinging to different parts of his body.

"How are you?" A small smile would tell all he needed to know and he would send the children off to their own endeavors, taking the baby out of her arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Go upstairs, relax. I'll take over for the night. Hm?"

"Thank you." She couldn't have disappeared up the stairs fast enough.

There were two additional hours of the night until she noticed all the noise stop, children promptly ushered to bed as a silence enveloped the house.

Slowly, she peeked out of the room to find that the only sound was from the kitchen where Attuma cleaned up. She took her time treading down the stairs and picking up any toys or evidence of their children left out of place.

"Hey." Okoye sighed.

"Hey, baby. Put those down, I'll get everything cleaned up." He gestured to the items she crowded against her chest.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Okoye. You have done more than enough for these kids today. Put that shit down." Attuma peeked around the area for any wandering underage ears.

"Shit.." She chuckled, starting to put the toys away despite his request. "Half of it is broken now. I should just toss whatever I don't like into the fucking trash."

"You'll break their hearts."

"Those little rugrats need to be humbled somehow."

Attuma chuckled as he made his way over to where she cleaned. "Hey, let me see you. You were up those stairs so fast, I didn't even get a kiss."

His placed his hands to the sides of her neck, massaging his fingers into the strained muscles gently. Okoye couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as relief replaced the pain in the area.

Attuma smirked, satisfied with his work as he dipped down to meet her lips, capturing them in a soft kiss. Surely, the tension in their bodies melted into a puddle of nothing as they drew closer to each other, her hands around his waist, pulling him impossibly close against her body.

"Mmm." Attuma hummed, as he pulled away, pressing their foreheads together instead. "I missed you."

"I missed you. Always gone before I wake, I never get to hold you in the mornings." Okoye rested her head against his chest, hearing the steady heartbeat over the rustling of his clothing

"I'm sorry, Okoye. Trust me, it is just as hard to leave you." He pressed another kiss to her head and secured his arms around her waist, lifting her to her toes unintentionally.

Okoye giggled at how small she felt in the moment before hopping up and wrapping her legs around his waist and adjusted her arms to move around his neck.

"It is time for bed."

Attuma scoffed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You sure? Cause I was thinking-"

"Oh trust me, I can feel what you're thinking." She pressed her hips to the stiff member straining his pants. "All I'm saying is we move it somewhere else."

"Fair enough." He took off up the stairs, carrying her all the way to the bedroom before plopping her down on the bed and stripping of his shirt. "Now this, we haven't done in a while."

In a swift motion, her shorts and panties were else where and her pussy was exposed to cool air, much to Attuma's obvious satisfaction.

"It has been too long, woman. How dare you deprive me of such a treasure?" He dropped to his knees, slicking a finger up with her arousal as she squirmed.

"Put Shakespeare on hold, Attuma!" Okoye gasped as he folding her legs forward against her chest, prompting her to hold them close as he dipped his tongue to glide against her wetness with a groan.

"Love tasting this pretty pussy. You know that? Hm?" He slapped her thigh lightly, returning to his favorite place in the world.

Planting wet, sloppy kisses to her clit, causing her hips and jerk and rut against his nose. Her gasps were tight and sharp as she chased a release she had managed to lose some time ago.

Her trembling hands had freed her legs, allowing them to fall to his shoulders where he happily took hold of them in a bruising grip.

Not once did his eyes stray from her face, twisted and contorted in a level of pleasure only he could bring. His fingers massaging that spot inside her that sent all her moral thoughts to the clouds so that all that filled her head was him.

"A-Attuma! Oh!" She moaned out, opting to tangle her fingers in his hair, keeping his tongue flat against her cunt as she dragged her pussy across his face, her juices dripping down his chin and glistening on his cheeks.

The pace of his fingers sped and his tongue licked her up with a certain determination. "Fuck..fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"Come on pretty girl. Gonna soak my face. I want to taste you for days on end."

If only she was able to break through the barrier of pleasure before a rapid knock on the door, cause Attuma to snap away from her.

Okoye wailed quietly at her lost ecstasy, a prize, snatched from her clutch at the last second.

"Mama? I can't sleep!" The voice of their two year old rang muffled through out the room, sending Okoye into a fit of rage.

Attuma stuttered to find words while Okoye seethed with anger, her glare burning into his head.

"Uh- Just- mama is sleeping! I'll be right there, okay?"

A sigh and then back to his room the boy went, leaving the couple quite speechless.

"I was right fucking there!" Okoye whisper yelled, launching a pillow into Attuma's body as he retreated to the bathroom to wipe his face.

"It's not my fault! I'll be back, promise!"

A/N: Me as soon as I heard the kid outside the door:

“Attuma.” She whispered, running her hands across his chest and abdomen. He just hummed and stirred in his sleep. “Wake up, baby. I got something for you.”

She stroked his hair back, pressing kisses to his jaw and neck.

“Mm. What’s going on, Ko?” Attuma woke, his brows furrowed and his voice gravely.

“Nothing. Just relax and be quiet so the kids don’t come running.”

“Damn. Horny much? We went all night.” He chuckled lowly, bringing a hand to rest on the back of her neck as she went on with her caressing.

“Can’t ever get enough of you.”

“Unless you’re telling me to fuck off.”

“Not now.” Okoye climbed to his lap, lifting her gown over her head and tossing it carelessly. Her nipples perked being exposed to the cold air in the bedroom.

Attuma growled at the sight, thrusting his hips up as she smiled.

“I love you.” She loomed over him, brushing loose strands from his eyes.

“I love you too.” He cradled her neck. “Now you wanna get on with it before the rugrats get here?”

“Don’t talk about my babies.” Okoye pouted, pushing the covers from in between them as she shuffled down to meet his pelvis.

A simple tug on the elastic of his shorts and a shift of his hips revealed what she craved most. She gripped the base with a hum and a sinister smile.

“I want more. More kids.” Attuma groaned as she nuzzled against him.

“When do you ever get what you want.” Okoye stuck her tongue out, licking a firm stripe up his length.

“Fuck you.”

“I have your dick in my hands right now. You really wanna do this right now?” She squeezed just enough to make him jolt and tense up.

His jaw ticked but no words fell from his mouth. Okoye smirked at her small victory as she continued to stroke him til he ached for some relief.

His reddened tip leaked precum as her touches lightened into barely anything. Of course she would do that. Her only goal was to make him beg for her.

“Come on Okoye!” Attuma grit his teeth at her antics but her teasing was far from over as she let a string of saliva drip from her lips and cover him down to his balls. “Don’t start this bullshit.”

“I do what I want.” Okoye latched her lips to his tip, hallowing her cheeks and sucking hard as her hand worked the rest of him.

His groan came deep from the pit of his stomach as his head met the cushion of the pillow. His hands cradling her neck.

Okoye hummed against his girth, taking more into her mouth as her cunt ached to be touched. Slowly, she bobbed her head, up to the tip and down to the base with a gag.

Attuma couldn’t resist thrusting his hips up in feverish need to feel her. With a roll of her eyes, she released him.

“Stop doing that! You know I hate that!”

“Doing what, huh?” He feigned innocence as he thrusted his hips again.

“Can’t do shit with you.” Okoye sucked her teeth, lifting herself from bed and going into the bathroom to shower.

“Aw come on Okoye! I was fucking around!”

“Yeah alright. Always fucking around, don’t know when to take shit seriously for once!” Her voice muffled her rage behind the door as she turned the shower on.

Attuma rolled his eyes as he tugged his shorts back up and climbed out of bed.

“Okoye!” He shouted as he passed the bathroom door.

“What?!” She shouted back.

“Working today?”

“So you can run off all my customers?!” Okoye scoffed at the thought. Last time, Attuma invited himself to her salon, it might as well have been a blood bath between him and one of her regulars.

“Just the men.” Attuma smirked, pulling one of his shirts from the hamper and giving it a sniff before pulling it over his head.

“No, I’m not. Shuri is taking over for the day.”

“Good. Let’s take the twins out.”

As if on cue, the patters of little feet bolting towards the bedroom door could be heard. Attuma smiled as it swung open and the oldest, Anathi, peeked her in.

“Morning pretty girls.” He beamed, squatting down to take both twins up in his arms.

They squealed as he peppered kisses all over their faces before setting them down.

“Daddy! Where’s mommy?!”

“Shower, don’t bother her til she comes out.” Attuma took their hands, leading them out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. “Want breakfast?”

“Mmm.” Anela, the younger of the pair, tugged on his hand. “Are you staying with us today?”

Attuma furrowed his brows and looked down at the girl, her round eyes peering up as she pouted her lip.

“I’m staying, Anele. Don’t you worry about that alright? Either of you. You don’t ever have to worry about me leaving. Understand?”

The girls nodded as he pulled them in close, leaning down to kiss their heads. “Now, breakfast.”

“I want waffles!” Anathi, rose her hand.

“No! Jelly toast and bacon!” Anele tugged Attuma’s arm again.

“Screw your jelly toast!” Anathi spit back before being gripped tighter by her father in warning.

“Aye! Watch that mouth of yours.”

Okoye scoffed as she passed them, “They get it from you.” She smiled down at her girls, pressing kisses to their cheeks as they giggled.

“Sure about that?” He sucked his teeth at the woman as she scowled at him. “Hey.”

He released Anathi’s hand to grip Okoye’s chin and tilt it up to him. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Ah I see you’ve gotten better at apologizing.” She allowed him to peck her lips before turning away.

Okoye made breakfast as Attuma went to get ready for the day. She compromised with both the girls and set their plates in front of them when she was finished.

“Where’s mine?” Attuma poked at her side as she leaned over the table, pouring apple juice into Anele’s cup.

“You have two working legs and perfectly good hands. I am not your housewife.” She grit low enough for her girls to be unsuspecting as they ate.

“So cruel, woman.”

The sentiment stayed with her as the days brought her guilt and the nights nearly killed her. If he loves her, he’ll come back for her.

———

Once back in New York, Attuma couldn’t believe how un productive he’d been since the day he let Okoye go.

He told himself that she needed the space, that maybe this was best for her to be apart from him after all.

“Okay. Who should I be sending the apology flowers to this time?”

“What?” Attuma looked up from the list of papers that needed his signature.

In front of him stood his assistant Shuri, who only smirked. “The guilt is obviously eating you alive as always. What’s her name and what should I send her?”

“Nothing. Don’t bother. She hates me.”

Shuri chuckled. “More reason to send them-“

“Shuri, I said don’t. Not everything can be fixed with something so simple.” Attuma grumbled, beginning to sign the stack.

Shuri was shocked. Usually, she already had a list of names and I’m sorry notes ready to be shipped off but this was definitely unlike him.

“Okay…so she meant something to you and that cold heart of yours?”

“Yes. She means everything. I just fucked it up as always. So don’t send anything, it won’t help.”

The woman’s jaw could drop at the words coming from his mouth right now. “Who are you and where is my boss?”

“Not now, Shuri. Seriously.” He grumbled, dismissing her completely as his heart cracked a bit more in his chest.

———

“No, don’t do this to yourself Ko-Ko. It’s not right.”

“I gotta do something with my life or I might just die in that bed.” Okoye shrugged Nakia off as she zipped up her boots and pulled another skimpy ensemble over her body.

“We got enough for at least another month. Just take some time and heal!”

“From what!” She snapped, whipping her head around to yell at her friend. “Tell me what the fuck I need healing from!”

“From him! You said so yourself, you love him. So get your ass in that bed and sulk for weeks if you have to! There’s nothing out there on those streets that’ll help you, trust me!”

“I’m going. Cause if I spend one more night in this shitty ass apartment crying over him, I might as well take a knife to the throat right now!”

“Okoye-“

“Don’t do this to me. I’ll be perfectly fine.”

With a slam of the splintered door behind her, Okoye was off. Tears burning her waterline and all.

She went to her usual spot as the night began to get lively. The girls around her were already hopping into convertibles and trucks ready to make what they needed. But even in the center of it all Okoye found herself shying away.

What was she thinking? She wasn’t made for this and after meeting Attuma, she could never go back to how it used to be. She’d go back home, she would apologize to Nakia, and she would figure out another way to make the ends meet.

She made a move to turn back down the street when a blaring honk shook her nerves.

Dead center of the road and blocking little traffic, there was a familiar black limo making the sound.

Her chest tightened as the sunroof peeled back and Attuma’s head popped out with a gleaming smile.

“Okoye!” He shouted, making everyone who knew her stop and stare, everyone who didn’t was left to wonder.

“What are you doing?” Okoye choked back a sob as he disappeared into the car again, opening the door and stepping out.

“You’re crazy if you thought I would last with out you.” In his hands were a bouquet of her favorite gladiolus.

“What happened to New York?”

“Stop asking fucking questions and get over here, woman.”

———

He was so warm and heavy against her. Her hand running through his hair as she listened to his soft snores.

This is what was missing. This sense of home. His arms wrapped tightly against her waist and his cheek resting on her chest.

They laid in the familiar bed of the hotel penthouse. After visiting her apartment with Nakia and fishing out some clothes, they were off to the only place they could think.

“I missed you.” She mumbled. “I love you, Attuma.”

The low snoring stopped as he shifted. “I love you, Okoye.”

She hoped he couldn’t hear how fast her heart beat sped up, too bad for her, he could feel it pounding in his ear.

“I did what I said I would.” He groaned, shifting his head to kiss the space he laid. “Got you a place in New York with me.”

“Attuma-“

“Let me finish…”

He was awake now, loosening his grip around her and lifting his weight as she took a deep breath.

“Never in my life have I met someone that left me so happy all the time.” His hands moved to her sides, going to remove her night gown.

Okoye gasped as he went to pull it up past her thighs, her hands quick to grab his and push them away. He hadn’t seen her yet. He couldn’t. The bruises would make him crazy.

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I just- Let’s just talk okay?” She gave him a smile, placing her hand to his cheek.

“What are you hiding? Did they hurt you out there?”

Her silence told him the answer and immediately, it was like she could see the steam from his ears.

“He hated that I started crying afterwards…”

“Okoye-“

“Don’t pity me like you do. The money wasn’t gonna last forever and Nakia snuck most of it away to feed her pimp.”

“That’s why I need to get you out of here. Come on, princess. Let me take care of you. All the bills will be paid, all expenses covered. You and I can be together with nothing in our way.”

“That’s a fairytale.”

“It can be real if you say yes. Say yes, Okoye.”

Attuma adjusted so he sat up on his knees, his figure towering over Okoye as she laid.

He fixed her legs to wrap his waist and drug her closer to him. He kept her eyes as his hands worked her panties to the side, pressing his thumb to her clit.

“Say yes, baby. You’ll let me love you, right?”

“Yes.” She gasped as waves of pleasure rolled down her spine. “Yes, Attuma. Take care of me.”

“That’s it, pretty girl. Relax for me. I’ll take care of you.”

“Daddy..” She clutched his wrist for dear life as he worked her open and his fingers dipped into her arousal.

He held the glistening digits up before taking them between his lips with a groan. “Missed you so much.”

“Missed you too.” She cupped his cheeks, bringing him down to meet her lips as he fingered her open.

She could feel him hardening against her as his tongue tangled with hers, his fingers picking up as she clenched around him tighter.

“Attuma..”

“I know.” He moved to her neck, sucking in a bruise. “You’re on me like a fucking vice.”

“Oh my- daddy!” She yelped, going to grab at his hands as her thighs tightened around his waist.

“Relax, princess. Relax. It’s okay.” He shushed her as her orgasm washed over her with a moan and a tear down her cheek. “Mm how’s that feel?”

“So..good..but-“

“But?” He raised a brow, his lips tugging up into a smirk. “Not enough?”

“No. I need you. Now. Inside.”

“Oh baby. Is that how you ask?”

Okoye squirmed as she rolled her hips against his poking erection. “I don’t wanna..” She whined.

“It’s quite simple actually. Just a little ‘daddy please’ will suffice.” Attuma chuckled, kneading her breast through her gown and toying with her nipples.

She whined again, debating taking him into her own hands so she wouldn’t have to sound so pathetic when she did ask.

“Daddy please? I need you inside..please.”

“That’s good, princess.” He smiled, working on maneuvering his bottoms down to free his aching length.

She salivated at the sight, wanting him to fill her up sooner than later.

“Condom. You got one?”

“For what?” Her brows furrowed.

“Ko, you went back-“

“And I’m clean. Head to toe, I swear. And hell, I don’t mind having your babies either.”

A growl pulled from his throat as he lined up at her entrance. “You don’t lie to me, understand?”

“Y-yes.” Her eyes blew open and her back arched deliciously as he fell into her at once.

His groan resounded in her ears as her vision blurred with tears. “Oh I missed you so fucking much…God you fucked me up, Ko.”

All she could do was moan as her body jolted with each thrust. It felt like home. He was made for her and vice versa. How they went so long without knowing each other, they don’t know.

What mattered now, is that this was home.

“D-daddy!” She gasped, pressing a hand to her belly as he watched her cunt swallow him with every runt of his hips. And when he pulled back out, he was glistening wet.

“Goddamn..” He muttered as he felt a tingling creep up on him. “Say my name, woman.”

“Shit Attuma!” She cried, her face screwing in ecstasy as her legs locked around him. “So fucking good…”

“Mmm Say it again and I’ll give you what you want. Fuck you full of my babies. That sound nice?”

“Yeah..ooh.” She clawed at his arms as her head rested back on the pillow and her mouth was held open as she let all sounds spill from her throat.

“Attuma..” She whimpered again.

“Good.” He leaned down to meet the column of her neck, peppering kisses everywhere he could. “So good.”

His eyes screwed shut as he narrowed in on her pussy squeezing him tight and pulling him in. If he focused hard enough, he could cum right there, no warning.

“Oh daddy! Fuck me!”

“The hell do you think I’m doing? Huh?” He dealt her a particularly hard thrust that sent her over the cliff she was dancing on.

She could feel her legs shake as she soaked his abdomen and his thrusts came to a halt as her juices spilled onto the sheets

“Holy shit..” He grinned as she looked on in shock.

“Did I just-“ Her legs quivered as her high died down.

“You did. And you’re gonna do it again.” He gripped her legs up, lifting them to rest on his shoulders as he began to pick up his pace.

Okoye yelped at her sensitivity, bringing a hand to his stomach in effort to make him let up. She was only given a slap to her wrist and a cruel chuckle.

“Move your hand. We’re gonna get this pussy nice and satisfied before our flight in the morning. Don’t mind if you squirt a few times, do you?”

“A few?!” She squeaked.

“Oh pretty baby..I’ve been without you for a week. I’ve got some work to do.”