The door barely clicks shut before Drew’s hands are all over you — one gripping the grocery bags, the other sliding around your waist, fingers pressing into your hip like he’s staking a claim.
"Mm... you thought you were bein' real cute back there, huh?" His voice drops, lazy and rough, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Bending over like that right in front of the fuckin’ bell peppers... Baby, I about lost it."
You huff a laugh, elbowing his ribs half-heartedly. "You're such an idiot."
"Nah," he grins, dropping the bags onto the kitchen island with a thud. "I'm a man barely hangin' on. You can't just wear that little dress out in public and expect me to act right."
You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away — you love this. Love the way he can’t help himself. Love the way he looks at you like you’re the hottest thing to ever exist.
"Look at you," he murmurs, gaze raking over you slow, heavy, hungry. "Goddamn. Walkin' around the store swingin’ those hips, reachin' up for the pasta like you didn’t know exactly what you were doin’. Torturin' me. You’re cruel, baby."
His hands slide lower, thumbs pressing into the dip of your lower back, fingertips teasing just under the hem of your dress — rough, warm, familiar.
"Drew..." you warn, breath catching when he presses you back against the counter, caging you in with his body.
"What?" His smirk is downright sinful. "Somethin' wrong?"
Your hands flatten against his chest, meaning to push him away, but they stay there — fingers curling into his t-shirt like muscle memory. "The frozen stuff... it’s gonna melt."
"Let it," he growls, mouth crashing into yours before you can protest. It’s messy — teeth knocking, tongues tangling, all heat and wanting and that stupid, giddy laugh you always make when he kisses you like this.
"Drew, seriously—"
"Nah. Not seriously. Not right now," he mutters against your lips, gripping under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter like you weigh nothing. "You sittin' here all pretty with those legs open? Way more important than some damn frozen peas."
"We bought ice cream," you try, but your voice goes shaky when he bites at your jaw, lips trailing heat down your neck. "It’s your favorite—"
"It’ll survive. You? Mm... not so sure, sweetheart," he hums, fingers sliding higher up your thighs, palms rough against soft skin. "Not when you look like that."
"You’re impossible." Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging when his mouth finds that stupid spot under your ear — the one that never fails to wreck you. "You’re actually disgusting."
"Mmhm. And you fuckin’ love it," he grins against your throat, biting, sucking until he knows he’s leaving a mark. "Love when I talk to you like this. Gets you all squirmy and sweet, pretendin' like it don’t make you wet when I tell you exactly what I wanna do to you."
"Drew." Your name on his lips sounds like sin. Like a prayer.
"What? Just bein' honest, baby." His fingers slide higher — teasing, barely there, driving you insane. "Could’ve fucked you right there in the produce aisle. Right between the zucchinis and the eggplants. Give those old ladies somethin' to really gossip about."
"You’re not real," you laugh, breathless, tugging him back to you, catching his mouth with yours — rough and sweet, like every kiss with him.
"Real as hell, baby," he grins, lips brushing yours. "And you’re stuck with me now. Me and my filthy fuckin’ mouth."
"So tragic," you hum, fingers sneaking under his shirt, dragging over the warm skin of his stomach. "Should’ve read the fine print."
"Yeah... shoulda. But you didn’t. And now this is your life." His grin turns softer, but somehow hungrier. "C'mon. Let’s throw this shit in the fridge real quick... then I’m bendin' you over the couch."
"Drew—"
"Or the kitchen counter. Hell, bedroom if you’re feelin' fancy." His hands trail back down your thighs, squeezing. "But that dress? Not makin' it past the next ten minutes. Fair warning, baby."
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Rooster was pretty sure that luck had abandoned him.
He had won poker night at Payback’s, even beating Hangman. But Toya was completely avoiding him and Rooster didn’t like that.
Maybe Toya had been embarrassed that they had met on Tinder and not through her brother. Rooster asked Payback point blank if his fellow Dagger squadron member would have a problem dating his sister. Payback had told him that he fully approved. “Maybe you’ll get Toya to relax.”
First there was Toya telling him that she had to focus on the grading finals, and turning in final grades. Then she went out of town with her sorority sisters for some kind of reunion. Rooster had called and texted but Toya had blown him off.
Normally, Rooster would have cut his losses. But ever since he saw Toya that night, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else. Mav had told him that his dad said he knew he wanted to marry his mom the day they met. Rooster was sure Toya was it for him, the same way.
Now, he was outside of Payback’s house. The aviator had a hot date of his own but he told Rooster that his sister would be home with no plans. Ringing the doorbell, Rooster stepped back to wait. The door opened quickly as Toya said, “This is the fastest pizza delivery I have ever had- oh hi.”
“But these are for you.”
Rooster watched Toya as he handed her the flowers. It was a simple bouquet with red chrysanthemum, white clover, and purple columbine. He had told the florist that he wanted to impress the woman he really liked and she said that if the receiver understood the language of flowers, she would be impressed. As Toya sniffed the flowers, the guarded expression on her face turned soft. Stepping to the side, she let Rooster in.
“Thank you, Bradley,” Toya said. The flowers were definitely amazing. Bradley was also wearing a red and white Hawaiian shirt and it looked amazing on him. It was a bit hokey but also endearing. “Let me guess, Reuben told you I was home.”
Toya sighed and Rooster grinned. Reuben was really being the annoying little brother with his matchmaking, in Toya’s opinion. It was as if her kid brother decided that she really needed to settle down when he needed to stop being a ho. “Come in,” Toya finally said.
Bradley walked into the house, toeing off his shoes at the door. Following Toya, Bradley psked when he saw what she was watching. “Love Island??”
“Judge my horrible reality shows, get out.”
Rooster raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
The doorbell rang and Toya said, “That must be my pizza this time.”
“I got it.”
Opening the door, Rooster gave the pizza guy sixty bucks for one large pizza. His eyes bulged as Rooster slammed the door shut.
“Smells good,” he commented as he brought the pizza into the living room.
“It better be. This is my gift to myself before the start of school.”
“It’s not even September yet.”
“I have to get in the mindset early, Bradley. It may still be early August but school starts here at the end of the month.” Toya helped herself to a piece of pepperoni pizza, her favorite.
Rooster took a slice and Toya side-eyed him. “Hey, I paid for it, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t ask you to though. You decided to do that yourself.”
Rooster laughed as he finished his slice. “I was raised to be a gentleman.”
Toya rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to finish that pizza anyway, and Reuben would have finished it in the morning before she could have got any. However, it felt a bit intimate to eat pizza with Bradley and watch trashy tv.
Toya was a good girl; she went to church every Sunday, she tithed, she tried to limit her cursing. Toya had pledged one of the most popular black sororities, she had tried to wait for marriage for sex (she made it to 30 before she decided to lose her virginity. Then she decided that she would have sex only in relationships.) Toya even took care of her parents and let Reuben focus on his career. What did that get her?
It got her to be forty one fucking years old, living with her little brother in his house, teaching across country. It was a leap of faith seven months ago, leaving mid school year but Toya was tired of Savannah, tired of the same old routine.
Now, there was something different than the same old same old but Toya was scared. As Rooster laughed at the stupidity of the contestants on the new episode of Love Island, Toya felt super cozy and content. Reaching into the box for another slice of pizza, her fingers brushed Rooster’s and Toya felt her cheeks get hot.
“Take it, it’s yours,” Rooster offered and Toya felt her whole body go hot. She wasn’t the most experienced woman out there but she could tell there was a double entendre there.
Rooster could have smacked himself after saying that. Toya was finally settling into being near him again and he could sense she was now feeling less comfortable. “You did order the pizza, sweetheart,” he finally added.
“I guess you are being a gentleman again.”
Toya smirked as Rooster blushed. Weighing his options, Rooster decided to just go for it. “I’m always a gentleman unless I’m asked not to be.”
“Pssh.”
Before Toya could say something snarky in response, the door opened and Payback walked into the room. “Reuben, you’re back early.”
Rooster and Payback made eye contact. Rooster wanted Toya, he wanted her badly, but he wasn’t going to pull a Hangman and make Payback change his mind about supporting a relationship between them.
Payback finally said, “It was a dud- no, don’t even go there, Toya.”
“I told you that taking Nadai out would be a bad idea but you didn’t want to listen to me,” Toya teased.
Rooster eased himself off of the sofa. “I had a great time, Toya,”
“It was fine, especially since you paid for my food,” Toya quipped.
Rooster weighed asking Toya out before deciding not to. It would be too fucking awkward with Payback here. Instead, he shook hands with Payback, “Night buddy. See you Monday.”
“Have a good one, Roos. Have fun with Mav this weekend.”
Payback watched as Rooster whispered something in his sister’s ear real quick. His usually unflappable big sister was very flustered at whatever Rooster said. But Rooster wasn’t an asshole so Payback wasn’t going to ask what he said. But when Rooster smirked at him before leaving, Payback smirked back.
Whatever was going on, he approved.
****
“Have you actually got anywhere?”
Rooster glared at Hangman, the fucking dick, before taking aim. His dart hit the inner ring but not the bullseye. “You don’t need to try to get me off game to fucking win, Bagman.”
“I’m just asking because I just saw Payback’s big sister come in with a guy not named Bradshaw,” Hangman taunted before hitting a perfect bullseye.
Rooster whipped around to see Toya at the bar, talking with Penny with some guy next to her. He wasn't in the navy, he was in civilian clothes. But Toya’s hand was on his arm and she was smiling at whatever he was saying. Rooster was ready to explode as Coyote snickered.
It had been about five weeks since pizza and TV. Unfortunately, Rooster hadn’t got another date with Toya yet. She wasn’t blowing him off the same way but she wasn’t letting him be alone with her either.
“I’d tell you to give up, Bradshaw, but you are way too stubborn. You’ll just wait and wait and wait til you find the perfect opportunity. And before that perfect opportunity happens, you’ll be in Europe and nothing will happen with you and that girl.”
Hangman gave Rooster a wicked smirk as Rooster gave him the finger. Throwing his next dart, Rooster made bullseye. “Fuck off.”
“You know I’m right.”
“Fuck off, Hangman, or I’ll tell Mav that you’re debauching his goddaughter.”
“Wow Bradshaw, you know a big word.”
Hangman glared at Rooster while Rooster and Coyote laughed. But Hangman, the dick, actually had a point. Today, they had both got their orders to support the Sixth Fleet in the European Theater with the war going on between Ukraine and Russia. They were currently on loan from VFA-151 to the Dagger Squadron. Rooster had just been reassigned to the Vigilantes but he was hoping to be assigned to VFA-27 or VFA-102 as soon as he could so he could get his Overseas Service medal. But first, he had this one hundred day Temporarily Assigned Duty (TAD) to get through.
However, as he watched Toya throw her head back in laughter, Rooster was ready to throw that guy out. Curious, Coyote asked, “Are you going to get your girl?”
“Maybe,” Rooster bit out as Hangman took out his phone. “Better that than dealing with Bagman.”
Throwing his last dart, Rooster cursed as he didn’t make another bullseye. But it didn’t matter as Hangman jeered, he was going to go talk to Toya now.
****
“Oh, you should have brought me out here before!”
Toya laughed as Kentrell openly ogled the Navy officers in their khaki uniforms. Kentrell added, “Especially since ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ doesn’t exist anymore. Ima get me a Navy boy tonight. Maybe that one who keeps glaring over here, the one next to him got some nice green eyes. Nah, they both look straight.”
Penny laughed as she heard Kentrell’s statement. “The one glaring over here is interested in Toya but she keeps brushing him off.”
Kentrell looked at Toya, his mouth hanging open. Toya shrugged. She didn’t even know why she was still saying no. Rooster was a lot though; he was so intense and determined and Toya felt like he could easily sweep her away. Yet, those puppy dog eyes wanted to make her melt.
As if he knew that she was thinking about him, Rooster strode towards the bar, looking amazing in his khaki uniform. When Rooster got close, Kentrell pushed Toya towards Rooster, making her stumble a bit. “Girl, you need to climb that so you can introduce me to one of his fellow officers.”
Toya’s eyes widened and her cheeks felt like they were on fire as Rooster chuckled. Rooster relaxed mentally; the guy Toya was with was definitely not a threat. But still, he asked, “Can I talk to you, Toya, privately?”
Toya nodded, giving Rooster her hand. Grasping it, Rooster maneuvered them through the growing crowd, ignoring the whistles from Hangman and Coyote. Going outside on the deck, Rooster maneuvered Toya into a shadowed area, to avoid being overheard. Pinning Toya to the wall, Rooster let out a sigh.
“When are you going to finally be my good girl, Toya, and stop throwing bullshit obstacles in our way?“
Toya felt her mind scrambling for words as Rooster pressed closer. Focused on the medals on Bradley’s chest, she finally said, “I’m forty-one years old, Bradley. You should find a younger woman who can give you children.”
A bright eyed little girl with two puffy ponytails popped into her mind and Toya internally groaned. Over the years, she dreamed of having two girls but it had never happened. Now, after meeting Bradley, the dreams were back again and more intense than ever. But it was just her mind playing her because there was this big pilot paying attention to her for now.
“Fuck that shit, Toya. You don’t even believe it with the way you said it. You make me so frustrated sometimes, with this stubbornness. But you’re arching into me and I’m not even touching you,” Bradley stated.
Toya looked down and her body was really arching towards him. Fucking traitorous body. Then Bradley pulled her closer and she squeaked. He was all hard planes and corded muscle, totally different from her softness.
Several moments went past before Bradley bent his head down to whisper in her ear. “All I ask is for one more date. You and me, Saturday, before I deploy.”
Minute she heard the d-word, Toya felt her heart plummet. Bradley was getting deployed. All her resistance melted away as she nodded.
“Use your words like a good girl.”
Looking up at Bradley through her lashes, Toya felt her breath taken away at the intense look in his eyes. She finally said, “Yes, I’ll go out with you.”
****
The first date, well really the second date, was dinner and a movie. The third date was bowling. Toya won each game, annoying Rooster but Toya had played on her college’s bowling team so Rooster had no chance. The fourth date was a plane ride in a little Cessna that had made Toya scream in joy.
Tonight was the fifth date, a fancy dinner where Toya wore a rather racy navy blue dress. Rooster wore a suit without a tie, looking absolutely scrumptious. And Toya had decided that she was going to let Rooster seduce her into his bed tonight.
Rooster was a flirt, a very sneaky flirt. Nothing super dirty or filthy but Rooster made sure Toya knew that he wanted her and wanted her badly. But Toya could also tell he was holding back, probably because of his respect for her brother. So, in like a total 180, Toya took matters into her own hands.
“Reuben says you’re flying out in two days,” Toya started as Rooster drove his Bronco, eyes on the road. Toya pulled her skirt up a bit, noticing Rooster’s gulp. “When were you going to tell me, Bradley?”
“Tonight, before I dropped you off.”
Rooster wanted to fuck Toya’s brains out. He wanted to rail her until all she could think was him and just him. Rooster wanted Toya to crave him, become his total fuck toy. Rooster needed to make Toya his but there was still his TAD. It wouldn’t be fair to make her his and go away for a little over three months. But dammit, he was so tempted.
Then his will evaporated as Toya said, “Rooster.”
Toya said his fucking call sign. Rooster blinked as he turned to his right to see a peek of a lacy blue bra and he gulped again. “Are you trying to seduce me, Toya?”
“Okay, so I did ignore you and blow you off for so long before we went out again. But you’re really hot, Bradley, and if you want, I’ll go home with you tonight,” Toya drawled. This was totally out of her usual good girl actions but Bradley looked so good that Toya was willing to say several extra rosaries to make up for the kind of sex she wanted tonight.
“And what would we be doing if I took you home tonight?”
Rooster pulled over, looking Toya up and down before licking his lips. She really did torture him so he wanted Toya to say what she wanted with her own mouth.
Toya playfully rolled her eyes before saying, “You’d be fucking me, if you want.”
“So, you’re going to take my cock tonight, Toya? You’re going to let me get a taste of that sweet pussy, kitten?”
“Kitten?”
“So sweet but with a couple of claws, that’s you, Toya. But you’re going to let me fuck you, kitten?”
Spreading her legs, Toya knew her lace thong was soaked. Her body felt flushed, she felt hot and so needy. And the only person who could fill this need was Bradley. “Take me home, Rooster.”
Rooster pulled off, tires squealing as he shifted directions to his apartment.
I weep for every girl who has had their innocence ruined unwilling by a man. It’s a pain that will follow you and drag alongside you. It will ping in your ear and spit dirty words.
Who taught boys to burn? Who taught boys the filth that spills from their lips? A man is a red wine stain soaked into cotton sheets, seeping it’s way through, deep into down feathers.
Call her whatever you like. Push her down as hard as you can but I can promise you she’ll get back up. She’ll make you yearn for more than you’re worth.
being a cute clumsy bby and tripping and falling and when you start to be all dramatic and cry for H’s attention he just says “no crying, puppy. You know how daddy treats fussy girls”
he straight up goes “what’re yeh cryin’ fo, sweet girl?” and when you tell him it’s just over tripping on your own two feet he gets a little more stern and goes “c’mere, pup. daddy’ll give yeh something to really cry fo’” And I just —
You admired the fabric of T’challa’s formal dashiki suit, the rich colors drawing the eye of everyone. The King looked regal, formal, his demeanor commanding respect and reverence. As your eyes met, you suppressed the thrill coursing through your blood.
Later that night, you glided along his thigh, your wetness staining the expensive fabric. Your cries echoed in the room, desperation laced in your voice as you were hurtling towards the edge.
“Does my filthy girl want to cum?”
“Yes, sir,” you gasped, the crass words sounding like the richest liquor as they tumbled off his tongue. His hand was on your face, his fingers now caressing your lips. Opening your mouth, you let them slip in, sucking on them as you felt your high coming closer and closer.
“Cum for me, then,” T’challa ordered, his other hand now holding your throat.
As he squeezed slightly, you felt yourself soar as you reached nirvana.
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Wordless moans, undulating bodies, and the scent of sex filled the room.
Your legs were around Steve’s waist, the rough whiskers of his beard giving you beard burn as he bit and licked your neck. Marking you, little marks that say you are his property. Reminders for later because you won’t know where he’ll be after this night.
Steve flexed his hips and you whimpered. He was deep inside of you, filling you up just the way he could. No one could ever fuck you the way that he did and Steve knew it.
“I can feel you, you’re so close,” Steve whispered in your ear before nipping it. You moaned, unable to find words. All you could think about was him; the delicious weight of his body on top of yours, his breath sending shivers down your spine, his cock fucking you hard and slow as his fingers rolled your clit.
Then you finally felt it. His hand, pressing on your throat, not hard enough to completely cut off air but enough to fully remind you of whose property you are. “That’s good, doll, your cunt just squeezed me tighter. You love it when I choke you?
All you could do was nod before his lips met yours, swallowing up your moans and sighs as you came for him.
I totally forgot about this. This is unbetaed, unedited. But I had fun creating it. @afriendlyblackhottie
CW: smut, smut, dirty talk, a bit of brat, a bit of daddy!kink, fun times
Word Count: 586. Issa drabble
“Where are you?”
You looked at your phone, already annoyed. Why the hell was Steve calling you? He knew your schedule. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you replied, “On my way to the store, why?”
“Come home.”
Now, you rolled your eyes as Steve used that Captain America voice on you. “Um, home? I don’t live with you.”
“You know what I meant.”
There was a thread of steel in his voice that you heard over the phone, that “Don’t Mess With Me” attitude. But, you had to poke the bear.
“Why? What’s so important?”
“I need you.”
Luckily, the light changed to a red light after Steve said that. You contemplated your answer. You could finish doing your errands and then stop by. Or you could stop by, find out what he wanted, and then go about your business. Looking up to the sky quickly, you made a left turn when the light turned green. “Fine, I’ll come by.”
You hung up after that with a slight smirk as you changed directions, going northwest instead of east. The drive itself didn’t take long and you parked, checking to see who else was out and about. Steve wasn’t a nomad anymore but you still kept a keen eye on your surroundings whenever you went to see him.
Before you could even knock on the door, the door opened and he quickly pulled you in. “The fuck-,” you started to say before your words were swallowed by his lips. Soft yet firm, his kiss turned your intended sass into surrender relatively quickly. Before you knew it, your arms were around his neck, your body pressing into his. You ended the kiss, panting as you felt Steve’s hands all over your ass. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as he picked you up effortlessly.
“I said I needed you,” he rasped, his hands making quick work of your leggings. “Been needing you all day.”
“But-”
Your question was quickly interrupted by a slap on your ass. “Are you going to be good and give me what I need,” Steve asked, arching a brow.
“Ummm…”
“You teased me all night, wet and needy, pressed against me in your sleep,” Steve murmured in your ear as his fingers cupped your tits. “You were even trying to ride my thigh while you slept, my name coming off your lips in your sleep. I wanted to fuck you so bad but I knew you actually had to work today. But your work was over forty-five minutes again and I need that pussy now.”
It was amazing, just amazing how just some words in that voice had you ready to spread your legs for him, on the wall just inside of his house. And he knew it as he pushed your panties to the side, his talented fingers playing with your clit just the way you liked it. “Are you going to be a good girl and give daddy what he needs?”
You bit your lip, rocking your cunt against his fingers. Then you nodded. “Fuck me,” you breathed as one finger fingered you slow, preparing you for his dick.
“Good girl,” was all Steve said, using his superstrength to pin you in place as he pushed his workout pants to the floor, freeing his dick. As he entered you slowly, you hissed as your pussy accommodated his dick. It felt so good, your last thoughts before you gave yourself over to the pleasure was how could you have thought of not coming over.
being a tease to h and he plays along to let you get comfortable then finally gets a good grip on ur neck and when u get all gaspy he says “ah ah ah. don’t you go getting fussy now, you little harlot. like making daddy’s pants tight? bad girl”
harlot is a cute name but I think h would call his girl something along the lines of “little minx” or “vixen” or my favorite ... “pet” 🥺
