â§Â I Can't Just Taste It?
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đđ Elijah "Smoke" Moore One Shots
â§Â Out of Bounds (18+)
smut, fluff, potential girlfriend reader
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â§Â Coming Soon
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âYâknow her uncle gonâ kill you, right?â Stack dragged the words out teasingly, but the warning was real. âYou betta keep yo hand out that cookie jar, bruh. Iâm f'real. That man donât play about that girl.â
At this, Smoke shot Stack a warning glare that said leave it be.
âAinât nobody thinkinâ âbout that âlil girl.â
âShe donât look so little to me.â
SYNOPSIS: Smoke meets his best friendâs niece and is deeply infatuated from jump. Problem isâ reader is strictly off limits.
CONTENT: fluff, FILTHY smut, 18+, unprotected sex, 12-year age gap (38 and 26), use of n-word, some praising degradation, light choking if you squint?, lots of descriptive dirty talk, descriptions of female anatomy, super sweet aftercare, it's just nasty y'all idk
Song Inspo: The Need To Know x Wale & SZA
Word Count: 8,597
Author's note: Disclaimer, reader is 26. She is a grown ass woman. This is my first papa Smoke fic, I hope y'all love it đ very lightly proof read sorry in advance for mistakes đŹ
Smoke had known about you for years. Every time your uncle, Malcolm, talked about you, he used that distinct overprotective tone he got whenever he was talking about business or something important to him.Â
âMy niece doinâ real good in school.â
âI gotta go check on my niece this weekend.â
Or, when he thought one of his homeboys was asking about you just a little too much.
âKeep playinâ with my niece nigga, Iâma put you in the ICU.âÂ
And shortly thereafter, the manâs questions came to a cold stop.
The way he talked about you always made Smoke think you were very young for some reason. Maybe early twenties at most, somebody still figuring life out. Your uncle was deeply protective over his family, and only people who he really trusted ever got to come around them.Â
When your uncle finally said, âCome by for dinner Sunday, I want you to meet her.â Smoke expected a kid. He was 38 himself, so anyone younger than 25 was a youngin to him. You can imagine his surprise when he actually met you.
That Sunday, you opened the door looking every bit of 26. You were grown and confident. Soft brown skin, a real pretty face, the kind of natural beauty that stood out in a room. You had a place of your own and a solid career with room for growth. Quickly, Smoke gathered that you were extremely intelligent. When youâd smiled at him and extended your hand to him without a trace of insecurity or shyness, something in Smokeâs chest did a two-step. And that was not something that happened often.
âSoâŚyouâre the famous niece I keep hearinâ about?â He asked, voice carefully neutral. He held on to your hand for a few seconds longer than necessary without noticing it. Then you laughed. It was soft and warm, completely unguarded.
âSo Iâve been told⌠hopefully all good things.âÂ
Your uncle always spoke about you highly. In fact, now that Smoke was thinking about itâ the man had never said anything negative about you at all. You were the apple of his eye. But he hadnât said anything that prepared him for the woman standing in front of him now.
All throughout dinner Smoke couldnât stop himself from staring. The way you talked real soft and annunciated every word. The way you listened intensely to understand before responding, all of it was so intriguing to him. He even found himself chucking at the sharp little comments you made when joning on your uncle. You were not a kid. You were a grown woman who happened to be the most important person in his best friendâs life. The realization sat wrong and heavy in Smokeâs gut for the rest of the night.
He left early.
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The next week, your uncle called Smoke on Saturday morning like he had nothing better to do.
âCome help me mount this t.v. real quick. Niece already over there waitinâ on us.âÂ
At being volun-told at 9 a.m., Smoke nearly told Marcus where he could go and hung up before he was reminded of that nagging feeling it had. It was the kind of feeling you get when youâre about to get to the good part of a book and youâre forced to put it down. That was the feeling Smoke had been having ever since he left Sunday dinner early. Instead of declining, Smoke heard himself saying he would be there in 40.
By the time Smoke pulled up, your front door was open, and your voice was pouring through it, loud and bossy. Nothing like the soft-spoken woman heâd met just a week ago.Â
âUh-uh, make sure you got that side good! I donât need my walls scraped up âcause you rushinâ.â
When Smoke stepped through the threshold, you were barefoot in the living room, hair pulled away from your face and wearing little gray shorts and a white tank top. Every time you took a step, your hips rolled sensually and your breasts bounced slightly, nipples poking through the thin fabric. You were gesturing and pointing around your living room like you were directing an orchestra.Â
âIf yâall put it on that side the glare from the sun gonâ mess up the picture. Iâm tellinâ you, itâs gotta go on this side.â Your uncle shook his head, half annoyed, half amused at his little niece bossing up.Â
âYou hear this? Just grown as she wanna be.â
Smoke set his keys down quietly and you turned at the sound. The smile you gave him was so easy and endearing that he found himself returning a small one and giving you a nod. And Smoke did not smile often, if at all.
âPerfect timing, Smoke. My uncle thinks he know better than the person that actually lives here.âÂ
âKnow enough to know you too bossy for your own good.â He grumbled, shifting the stand to your requested side of the living room. Your laugh filled the room, and you dropped down, legs crossed, to start taking apart the old stand. The little shorts you wore rode up high on your thighs and your skin looked warm and smooth under the morning light.Â
The next hour was quiet torture for Smoke.
Every time you bent forward to hand your uncle or Smoke a tool, the tank top pulled taught across your breasts and rose slightly, exposing the soft skin of your tummy. When you sat back and huffed in frustration while you tried to make sense of the instructions, Smoke watched the way you pushed stray pieces of your messy bun out of your face. And whenever you teased your uncleâ âIf itâs lopsided, Iâm givinâ you a bad review on your uncle skillsââ your voice remained light, teasing, never crossing any lines. Just comfortable and familiar.Â
She donât even know what she doinâ to me. Just sittinâ there laughinâ, talkinâ all soft, lookinâ innocent⌠and Iâm over here fightinâ for my life.
He barely spoke. Smoke kept his eyes on his work like that was the only thing keeping his mind from wandering. Still, his gaze kept drifting over to you. He watched the way your hips spread wide when you sat back on your heels and the way your small, manicured hands moved dramatically while you spoke. He tutted to himself quietly, so damn cute.
At one point you looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. The mischievous smile on your lips let him know you were about to get on him.
âYou donât talk much, huh?â
âSay what I need to. Just tryna make sure this thing donât fall on nobody.â He replied simply, eyes flicking up to yours and staying there for a moment before drifting down to the soft curve of your mouth. His thoughts betrayed him,
You a damn lie. You thinkinâ âbout how soft them thighs look. What theyâd look like wrapped around your head...Stop.
You hummed in acknowledgment, but you never looked away. The knowing look stayed in your eyes a second too long, and Smoke noticed.
When the stand was finally up and the tv was mounted, your uncle patted Smoke on the back and headed into the kitchen for water. You stayed in the living room, sitting on the floor with your legs stretched out while you scrolled on your phone.Â
The house started to feel too quiet with just the two of you, so Smoke grabbed his keys before he said anything stupid.Â
âIâma head outâ
You looked up from your phone with a small frown.Â
âAlready? We were just about to go out to get somethinâ to eat.â
Smoke wanted to stay. He really did. But he didnât trust himself. So, he politely declined and said goodbye to your uncle. He gave youâ and those pretty brown thighsâ one more glance before he headed out and closed the door behind him.Â
Later that night Smokeâs place was silent. Nothing but the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak or groan from the house settling. Smoke laid in the middle of his bed, staring at nothing in particular. He sighed in frustration and rubbed his hands down his face. He was replaying the dayâs events and desperately trying to scrub the image of you from his memory to no avail. This was evident in the dull, persistent throb between his legs that heâd been trying to ignore ever since he saw you in those little shorts.
Thatâs his niece. Closest thing he got to a daughter. You sittinâ over here hard over a girl you ainât even supposed to be lookinâ at. Get it the fuck together.
He sat like that for a long while before he willed himself to sleep.
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Some days later, your uncle was having a cookout. The guys were playing Spades, so he told Smoke to come by. The gathering was in full swing by the time Smoke got there. Smooth R&B wrapped around the yard and the smell of charcoal and grilled meat was thick in the air. He spotted you before anyone else. You were sitting on the edge of a picnic table wearing denim shorts and a strapless top, legs swinging and a drink in hand, talking to some of your girlfriends.Â
Smoke grabbed a drink and planted himself near the fence. Close enough to the traffic of the party to be polite, but far enough to keep to himself.Â
Maybe it was a habit from his time being enlisted in the army, or just a habit from growing up where he did, but Smoke noticed everything and everyone. And that was why he noticed the exact moment that you caught the attention of a guy from the neighborhood. He was early 40âs, nice enough looking, but way too comfortable. Smoke watched the manâs ego draw his shoulders back in confidence before he made his way over to you. First it was âlemme get you another drinkâ. Then it was him hovering awkwardly just behind your shoulder while you spoke to your friends.
Smoke watched, jaw tight and plastic cup starting to give under the force of his clenching fingers. He knew he had no right to feel possessive over a woman he barely knew, but he had no say in the matter. His eyes stayed glued, making sure the man didnât cross any overt boundaries. Your uncle saw it too.Â
At first, Uncle Malcolm didnât say anything. Just kept flipping meat, listening to the conversation around him. Every few moments, his looked over with a calm measuring look, one that surely meant he was letting a man dig his own hole. Smoke recognized the look quickly. It was the same look your uncle had given their friend who kept asking about you before he had threatened to put him in the ICU.
Then, you reflexively flinched and stepped away when the man got just a little too close from behind and his breath brushed your ear. Smoke was already moving before his brain caught up, but he was stopped by your uncle planting a firm hand on his chest.
âI got it Smoke, good lookinâ out.âÂ
Smoke forced himself to be still as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Your uncle made his way over to you in three quick steps. He didnât raise his voice or make a scene. He simply stepped between you and the man so smoothly that it almost looked friendly.Â
âYou gettinâ too close for my nieceâs liking.â
âOh, my bad man. I justââ
âYou was just keepinâ yo hands to yo self, right?â Then your uncle looked over at you with a look that silently said, âyou good?â. You nodded, already waving it off with a small smile. The man had no idea how lucky he had just gotten. Youâd called your uncle off and spared the man two missing teeth. He nodded once simply and walked back to the grill like nothing had happened. The man took the hint. Visibly shaken he wandered over to the cooler for a drink. Malcolm picked up the tongs and resumed grilling, unphased. Smoke saw all of it and realized quickly that could be him.
He saw the way your uncleâs expression had become flat and cold and how fast heâd delivered the message. No yelling or scene, just quiet authority and the willingness to cause serious harm. These were traits that he himself possessed, and it was one of the reasons he had taken such a liking to your uncle. After all, birds of a feather flocked together. Smoke understood with perfect clarity that if that energy ever turned on him, there would be no explaining or second chances.Â
Later, when you walked past him on the way to the cooler, your ass subtly brushed his groin. It was a brief touch and gone in a second. Smoke couldnât figure out if it was intentional or not, that was until you looked up at him and gave him a small smile. He kept his eyes on the fence for the rest of the afternoon and didnât look at you again. Didnât trust himself to.
You better stay the fuck away from that girl. For real this time.
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Later that evening, the fight was on the big screen in your uncleâs living room. The whole house smelled like wings and the blunt that was in rotation. Your uncle was in his usual spot, reclined back. Stack was in the kitchen making a plate, and Smoke sat on one end of the long couch, quiet like he always wasâ and far away from you. You and your girlfriend were spread out on the floor, chattering away about something that had nothing to do with the fight.
Somewhere around the third round, Smoke dropped his phone and it slid under the coffee table.
âIâll get it.â
You were already moving before anyone else could. You leaned forward, then dropped lower on your hands and knees to be able to reach it. The little shorts you had on pulled tight across your ass with the movement and the fabric rode up the backs of your thighs. Soft, brown skin caught the dim glow of the t.v. As you stretched further, the hem of your shorts crept higher until the lower curve of each cheek was exposed and the soft skin of your inner thighs spread a little. Smoke was frozen in place. The view hit him right between the legs with a low pulsing throb.
All he could see was that same positionâ except with you bent over for real. Shorts pushed to the side, back arched and thighs open. He imagined himself behind you with one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip as he sank into you slow and deep. He could almost hear the sound youâd make if he went just a little too deep too fast. He wondered if you would give him a soft, cracked moan or a high and shaky whine when he bottomed out and stayed there. His dick twitched hard in his jeans, and he shifted in his seat trying to ignore it. For a long second he couldnât tear his eyes away from the way your soft thighs looked spread open like that.
Stackâs voice cut straight through the fantasy, sharp like a blade and low and close to his ear.
âNigga.â
Smoke blinked hard and looked away quickly as heat spread across the back of his neck. You sat up just a second later, phone in hand. You held it out to him with a smile. He made sure not to touch you unnecessarily as he took it from you. He offered a gruff, âpreciate itâ before turning his attention right back to the fight.Â
But he was caught. Stack was still watching the scene play out, and he was totally amused. Somebody had finally tickled Smokeâs fancy. It wasnât often that someone piqued his interest to the point where he gawked like that. A wicked grin was already making its way across his brotherâs face. He waited until you had settled back into your spot and no one was watching before he spoke again.
âYou realll quiet tonight, cat got yo tongue?â
Smokeâs jaw tensed and he avoided his twin's eye contact, keeping his eyes trained on the television. He already knew from the tone in his voice, he was gonna start his shit.
âIâm always quiet, âLias.â
âNah,â Stack kept his voice low and nudged his brother with his elbow, still grinning. âThis different. This the type of quiet a man get when he lookinâ at somethinâ he ainât got no business tendinâ to.âÂ
Smoke didnât answer this time. He just took a slow sip of his beer. Stack chuckled quietly and shook his head.
âYâknow her uncle gonâ kill you, right?â He dragged the words out teasingly, but the warning was real. âYou betta keep yo hand out that cookie jar, bruh. Iâm f'real. That man donât play about that girl.â
At this, Smoke shot Stack a warning glare that said leave it be.
âAinât nobody thinkinâ âbout that âlil girl.â
âShe donât look so little to me.â Stack chuckled again but raised his hands in defense when Smokeâs head snapped toward him, hot defensiveness bubbling to the surface. âAight, Iâma leave it. Just donât come cryinâ to me when her uncle want yo head on a silver platter. I warned you.â
Smoke didnât answer. But for the rest of the night his brotherâs words sat heavy in his chestâ and so did the image of you bent over under that table.
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Once night settled and everyone left, you and your best friend were sitting in your car outside your place. She turned the music down and turned to you fully, lifting a leg and tucking it under herself like she always did when she got ready to gossip.Â
âGirl.â
You raised an eyebrow, ready to hear whatever off the wall thing she was gonna tell you.
âWhat?â
âYou donât see how your uncleâs friend been lookinâ at you?â Your eyebrows knitted in confusion; you had no idea what she was talking about.Â
âWho? Smoke or Stack?â
âSmoke girl, the real quiet one, quit playinâ!â You rolled your eyes immediately and laughed out loud.
âSmoke? Girl, that man is grown as hell. He ainât lookinâ at me. Have you seen some of the girls that work in his club? Itâs big booty central up in there.â Your friend was already shaking her head fervently.
âUh-uh.  No. He was watchinâ that ass switch the whole time you was bent over gettinâ his phone. I saw him. He was lookinâ at you like he wanted to bend you over his damn self.â
The laugh died in your throat and your joking demeanor faded when you realized she was serious.Â
âIâm fâreal, girl. That man wants you. Bad. And he lookinâ at you like he knows he ainât supposed to.â
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It was a regular Thursday and Smoke was just finishing up some business at the club when his phone rang. He answered without looking but the voice that came through the receiver stopped him cold in his tracks.Â
âHey⌠you busy?â You asked sheepishly.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, thinking it must be something serious for you to have called him.
âNothinâ serious. I just⌠the smoke detector has been beeping all day and itâs driving me nuts. Iâm trying to do something for work, and it keeps distracting me. I got the batteries, but I canât reach the damn thing.âÂ
Something about the tinge of frustration in your voice and the fact that you called himânot your uncle or one of your little friends, himâ tugged at his heart strings. It wasnât just attraction this time. Now, it was the quiet, unexpected weight of being needed by you. He couldnât put a name to it, but it sat warm and dangerous in his chest like a badge of honor.
Smoke drummed his fingers against his steering wheel, trying to talk himself out of going over to your place. When he couldnât think of a reason good enough to turn you down, he turned the engine and headed toward your place.Â
Twenty-five minutes later he was knocking on your door, ladder in hand and ready to rescue you. The door opened and there you were, wearing a little spaghetti-strap bodycon dress that hugged all your curves just right and fell gracefully around your ankles, toes perfectly manicured. Bare feet, hair pulled up messily, no makeup. So simple but it landed heavy on Smoke. His eyes dragged over exposed shoulders and down to your hips. The hungry look he gave you made your tummy flip as you stepped to the side to let him in. He couldnât help but think how pretty a chain with his name on it would look resting against your collar bones.
âHey,â You exhaled. âThanks so much for coming. I feel so dumb for calling, but itâs too high up for me. I cannot have this thing beeping incessantly in the back of my conference calls.âÂ
Smoke chuckled to himself quietly at your use of the word âincessantâ. You couldâve just said non-stop, but you always found a way to make the simplest thing sound extraordinary.Â
âItâs nothinâ. I got it.â He stepped inside and instantly felt comfortable as the smell of your apartment invaded his senses. It smelled like your usual candle and whatever dessert you must have been baking. Too intimate and a little too quiet.Â
You led him to your bedroom and pointed up at the fixture like it had personally offended you. Smoke opened his small ladder and climbed up. You left him alone and wandered into the kitchen. He had the batteries changed within 5 minutes, simple and easy. When he stepped down, he finally looked around. Your bed was half made like youâd pulled the sheets up in a hurry and you had a purple duvet on it.Â
Damn, thatâs a lot of pillows.
He thought to himself. On your dresser was a framed photo of you and your best friend, the girl heâd met on fight night. Smoke drifted closer when he noticed you had books lining your nightstand. Some of them were philosophical, titles he recognized. Others looked like dystopian novels that were half finished, indicated by random bookmarks.Â
He was turning to leave when his eyes landed on it. Strewn near one of your pillows was a rose toy. Smoke swallowed hard. It was clear that you hadnât noticed itâ and that it had recently been in use. Smoke stood frozen for a moment, his thoughts betraying him.Â
Instantly, a mirage appeared of you in the center of the bed, thighs spread wide and one hand between them. He pictured your pretty mouth falling open on broken moans as you arched your back and rolled your hips closer to your hand. A violent stir in Smokeâs pants snapped him out of his daydream. He shook his head as if he was trying to clear the filthy thoughts before folding his ladder and quickly exiting the room.
When he made his way back to the kitchen to tell you the job was done, you were standing near the counter scrolling on your phone. Sitting on the island in front of an empty stool was a thick slice of chocolate cake and a tall glass of ice water. You looked up and met his eyes when he entered the room. Your face lit up as you gestured to the plate.
âI just frosted it. Itâs still a little warm, try it and let me know how it is? Itâs a new recipe.â
Smoke couldnât bring himself to decline. One because you just looked so damn cute with that little pleased smile on your face, and two because heâd been smelling that cake since he walked through the door. He hesitated just long enough for you to take it as a yes. You rounded the counter and patted the stool.
Smoke sat his ladder down and slowly made his way over to you. He lifted his eyebrows in surprise when he looked down at the plate.
âThatâs a big ass slice of cake. You gonâ share it with me?â he asked, silently walking over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.
âOnly if you insist.â You said excitedly, pulling a second spoon from your kitchen drawer. Smoke sat down at the counter and watched with amusement as you pulled out the spoon and some napkins.Â
âSo, you always this quiet or just donât like talkinâ to me?â you asked as you settled across from him. Smokeâs fingers brushed yours as he took the spoon from you.
âIâm quiet with everybody.â He waited for you to take the first bite and found himself feeling warm and fuzzy when your eyes got wide and rolled back slightly. He followed suit and damn near had the same reaction. It was delicious.Â
âDamn girl. âSholl can bake.â He murmured, glancing up at you.
âMhm.â You tilted your head in satisfaction. âMy uncle talks about you like you some sort of legend. Said yâall have known each other since you were young. You always been the quiet one?â A ghost of a smile touched Smokeâs lips.
âYeah.â He said simply.
âThatâs crazyâ you leaned over and took another bite of cake. âI feel like Iâve heard so much about you but I really donât know you. You got brothers? Sisters? What you be doinâ when you not with my uncle or gettinâ drafted into smoke detector duty?â
Most people didnât ask him questions like this. Usually, they would take one look at the unsmiling, silentâ and subtly threateningâ way he carried himself, and decided that he wasnât the type you played 21 questions with. But you didnât seem to notice, or if you did, you didnât care. You kept going, small and fearless, like he was any regular man and not somebody half the city treaded easily around. Smoke found himself amused instead of annoyed by the tirade of questions. He never realized you talked so much.
âI got a brother. My twin, you met him.â
You hummed in agreement as you remembered.Â
âHeâs loud.â
That, Smoke couldnât deny. He nodded in agreement.
âYâall so different. He talks enough for the both of yâallâ
So do you Smoke thought to himself.
âYou got a girl? You be goinâ out or is the club just business? Whatâs your favorite food? Do you even like cake, or you one of them âI donât really do sweetsâ niggas?â
The last question pulled a real, low chuckle from him before he could stop it. The sound pleasantly surprised you and your eyes lit up with amusement.Â
âOhhhhâ you pointed with the spoon with a smirk. âSo, he does smile.â
Smoke looked away but the corner of his mouth was still tilted upward. The smile wasnât anything like Stackâs cocky, arrogant grin. It was quieter. Warmer. It made him look younger and softened the lines of his face in a way that made something flutter low in your stomach. He was sexy in a genuine and rare way.
He answered your questions in the order youâd asked themâ all except if he was currently seeing anyone. You were still in the middle of talking and making nosey, yet funny, observations about Smoke when a smear of frosting ended up just under your bottom lip. Smoke didnât think before he acted. He reached out and brushed his thumb under your lip, wiping the frosting away. The contact was light but intimate. You went totally still when he brought the thumb to his own lips and licked the sweetness off.Â
Your eyes dropped to lips, and his dropped to yours. Suddenly the air in the room felt thicker and you were much more aware of the scent of his cologne. And for one dangerous, dangerous second, he almost leaned in and closed the little bit of space between the two of you.
Then, the reality of his best friendâ your uncleâ slammed back into him like a door shutting. Smoke straightened up quickly and reached for his keys.Â
âI should go. Thank you for the cake, and the hospitality.â
Your voice was quieter than intended when it came out.
âYou donât have toââ
âI do.â He was already moving toward the door before you could protest again. âI got the batteries changed. You should be good to go now.â He didnât wait for you to walk him out. In fact, he left your place like something was chasing him.
For a full minute, Smoke sat in his truck with his hands tight on the wheel. He could still taste the frosting, and he could still see the way youâd looked at him.Â
Andâ he could still envision you in the center of your bed, head lolled back in ecstasy as you touched yourself.Â
Smoke pulled off so fast he nearly hit your trash can on his way out.
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The next time Smoke found himself at your place, it was because your uncle insisted on checking on you on their way back from handling some business at the club.Â
âSwing by my niece spot real quick. I ainât seen her in a couple days and I wanna check on her. Said she got plates ready for us too.â
Smokeâs hands tightened on the wheel but still, he gave a short nod and turned to make the familiar journey to your place. You opened the door, this time in little shorts and an oversized shirt that was falling off one of your shoulders. You smiled brightly at your uncle as you stepped aside to let him in. The one you gave Smoke was subtler, more private and holding the memory of your last encounter with him.
âI was just about to put on this new movie I rented, come on in.â
Your uncle kissed the top of your head as he walked past and started making himself at home. Smoke followed behind, slower. You made both their plates and made small talk as you served them. Of course, they tore it up in little time. After, it had turned into a movie night without anyone really deciding.Â
You took one end of the couch, and Smoke took the other, careful to leave a respectable amount between the two of you. The movie played and flickered soft shadows over the living room. Within twenty minutes of it starting, your uncle was out like a light.Â
Smoke kept trying not to look at you and failing. Every few minutes, his eyes drifted over to you. He watched the way you bit down on your bottom lip in anticipation before a jump scare came up. How your legs were crossed, accentuating the fullness of your hips. And every time he caught himself, he forced his gaze back to the t.v.Â
Your uncleâs phone ringing disturbed the quiet. He jerked awake and fumbled around for it before answering with a rough voice. Whatever he heard on the other end made him sit up straighter, voice dropping into a sultry register. Most likely one of his many girlfriends.
âAight, Iâm on the way.â He stood, still half asleep and looked over at Smoke. âCan I borrow your car right quick? I gotta go see about something. Iâll bring it back when Iâm done.â
Smokeâs stomach dropped. He should have said no or offered to just take your uncle himself. He should have made any excuse to keep him from being left alone with you for an indeterminate amount of time. But instead, he found himself handing over his keys. Your uncle clapped him on the shoulder and thanked him before heading out.Â
âPreciate it. Look out for my niece, Iâll be back.â
The door shut behind him and the lock clicked, and suddenly Smoke had a feeling that he may have just made a terribly risky decision.
The movie played for another twenty minutes, and he stayed on his side of the couch, eyes locked on the t.v. like it was the only safe thing to look at. After a while you shifted and stretched your legs, and the soft side of your foot brushed his calf. It was a light touch, but it still sent a tingle up his leg.
âYou good over there?â
âYeah⌠just tryna understand this movie, Iâm lost.â You smiled at him as if you heard more than heâd actually said.Â
When the credits started rolling, you both reached for the remote at the same time. Your hands brushed, and instead of pulling away, Smoke slowly turned his palm upward. Waiting. You trailed your fingertips over it and his gaze stayed on your face the whole time. When you finally locked eyes with him, you were the one who leaned in.
The kiss started off hungry without testing or careful exploration. Just your mouth on his, soft and real sure. It was the type of kiss you could tell youâd both been thinking about.
A low sound rumbled from Smokeâs chest and he kissed back harder, one hand already sliding up to the back of your neck. Before he knew it, you were climbing into his lap, backs of your thighs bracketing his like you were meant to be there. He could already feel the heat coming from you through your shorts. He broke the kiss first, chest heaving.
âYo uncle gonâ kill me and smile in the mugshot, girl. You know he donât want nobody sniffinâ âround you⌠especially not his best friend whoâs the same age as him.â
Your expression was unchanged, and you didnât get off him. You just stared at him, eyes dark with lust and lips already a little swollen. Smokeâs hands settled comfortably on your hips and his thumbs brushed the soft skin under the hem of your shirt.
âYou sure you want this? âCause once we start, ainât no takinâ it back. And once Iâm inside you⌠I ainât pullinâ out till itâs messy. You never been with a grown man like me before. Itâs gonâ feel different.â
You rolled your eyes fondly and climbed off him. Laying back against the couch cushions, you parted your thighs for him, just enough for him to be able to tell you werenât wearing panties.
And in that momentâ Smokeâs restraint gave in. He dropped to his knees and turned you by your hips so you were facing him. Easily, he dragged your panties and those little shorts down to your ankles. He gently parted your thighs so that you were fully exposed to him and just looked for a second. Arousal was already dripping from your slightly parted lips and Smoke cooed at the sight.
âEven prettier than I thought.â He murmured. When he put his mouth on you, it was unlike anything youâd experienced before. He licked you open with the flat of his tongue and sucked your clit between his lips with steady pressure. When a surprise gasp punched from your chest, he eased in his middle and ring fingers. Stretching you slow and savoring the soft sound your pussy made as it opened up for him. The wet sounds that commenced were immediate and nasty.
Continuously, he curled his fingers against that soft ridge inside you that made your stomach jump. Your back arched hard and a high, broken sound left your throat. He didnât ease the pressure when your thighs started trembling.
âLook so pretty spread open fâme like this.â
The vibrations from his voice involuntarily made your thighs close around his head. Soft shocked whimpers kept spilling from your lips while he ate you like he had all day and stroked his fingers deep. Spit and your cream mixed together until his lips and chin were shiny with it. He kept up that steady rhythm until your tummy clenched and a long, shaky cry tore form you. Your walls clamped down around his fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses and cream and slick trailed down his wrist. A warm rush flooded your core as the orgasm rolled through you in heavy waves. Smoke kept licking you slowly through every single one, only slowing when your thighs shook too hard and you tried to close your legs.
Only then did he kiss his way up your body, pushing up your shirt as he went. When he finally settled between your thighs, he latched his mouth to your areola. A surprised gasp escaped you and your hands flew to his shoulders. He suckled gently at your nipple while he rubbed the fat head of his dick through your folds, and the mess heâd just made of you. Your pussy clenched around nothing like it needed to be filled again from the sensation. He gave your other breast the same treatmentâ hot, wet, and slow, before returning to your lips.
âBreathe for meâ he watched your face as he started to push past your entrance. âPretty lil pussy âbout to get stuffed full. You gonâ take it for me?â His lips brushed yours before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. You nodded and stuttered out a soft yes as he slowly stretched you, inch by inch. It was deep and overwhelming in a way that made you both want to push him away and pull him closer. When your thighs tried to close on instinct, he caught the backs of your knees and pinned them open against the couch, keeping you spread while he sank deeper.
âUh-uh. Keep these pretty thighs open for me. Wanna feel every bit of this soft lil pussy takinâ me.â
He bottomed out with a low groan, hips flush to yours. The pressure sat heavy and deep in your stomach, and your mouth fell open on a quiet overwhelmed sound. Your walls kept fluttering around him helplessly and cream was already collecting around the base of his dick, dripping between your cheeks and down to the couch.
His strokes started off slow, letting you feel the ridge of his tip and every vein. Soft sounds kept leaving your throat every time he bottomed out, and your eyes went glassy while your fingers dug into his biceps.
He kept you pinned open for him like that and the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the quiet apartment. Your second orgasm built slower this time, and it was drawn out by him dragging the head of his dick over that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again.
âThere it is⌠look how pretty you look takinâ all this dick. Already cryin' for me and creamin' down my balls. You never had it this deep before, have you?â When the coil in your belly finally snapped, your back arched hard and a loud choked cry came from you. He fucked you through every wave until you were a trembling mess under him, still stuffed full and thighs shiny with the mess he made you make. You were still shaking when the words left your mouth.
âLemme get on my knees for you.â
Smoke went still and the image slammed into him without warning. The way you looked under the table that day reaching for his phone. Shorts lifting enough for him to make out the curve of your bare ass and soft brown thighs spread. He had pictured this exact position more times than he cared to admit. Quickly, he obliged.
He gently pulled out and turned you on your stomach before tugging your hips up. Your ass was high and your chest was flush to the couch. One hand spanned the small of your back to keep your arch deep while the other wrapped around the base of his dick. He gently nudged your clit with the thick head before pushing back in slowly.
âYou sure? 'S gonâ feel real full.âÂ
When you only pushed back toward him, he sank into you in one slow, heavy thrust and filled you to the hilt. A high, shaky sound left your lips and it was music to Smokeâs ears. Just like heâd imagined. He let out a low, satisfied moan as his hands settled on your hips. He started stroking into you deep, angling in a way that made your stomach jump. The depth started to overwhelm you and your hips twitched forward on instinct trying to ease away. A soft, panicked whimper slipped from you. Smoke felt it immediately.
âLook at you, baby. Makinâ a mess for me already. Look so fuckinâ pretty like thisâŚ.Stop runninâ from me. This what you wanted, right?â When you didnât answer fast enough, his hand came down in a light stinging spank across your right cheek. âAnswer me when I talk to you babyâ
A startled gasp left your throat and you pushed back to take him deeper.
âY-yes. I wanted it ju-Ah! Just like thisâ you whimpered out helplessly. His palm gently rubbed the cheek, massaging away the sting.
âGood girl⌠keep that arch fâme just like that and take this dick real deep.â His other hand came up and fisted gently in your hair just enough to pull you back onto his dick. He left another spank on your ass as he buried himself deep, grinding the thick head of his dick against that swollen spot deep inside you in slow deliberate circles. A thin string of saliva left his lips and landed right where he was stretching you open. The warm sensation forced a moan from you and you arched deeper for him.
âS-so good Smoke. Thank you for fucking me like this. I love it so m-much.â
Your fingers clenched the cushions under you as he kept stroking. Smokeâs eyebrows furrowed in surprise and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He never imagined youâd talk to him so filthy, and he loved it. He released the fist in your hair and wrapped both arms around your waist. He pulled you up and back until you were sitting fully on his thighs, spine flush against his broad sweaty chest.
The new position kept him buried deep inside you. You kept fluttering around his length as he bullied himself into your swollen, oversensitive walls. Your thighs were trembling on either side of his and the sweat made everything slippery and hot. Soft, shaky whimpers kept spilling out of you as he stayed deep.
One large hand splayed low on your belly, pressing gently and increasing the pressure in your tummy so you could feel every inch of him. The other hand came up and his fingers wrapped lightly, but possessively, around your throat. He didnât squeeze, just held you there. Owning. His thumb rested against your pulse, keeping your head tipped back against his shoulder while he rolled his hips in a deep, slow grind. Soft kisses pressed against the side of your face while he murmured in your ear.
âFinally stopped all that runninâ, now you takinâ this dick just like you wanted it.â He kissed you messy and open mouthed, claiming your lips and swallowing your little moans. When he pulled away, you let out a breathless little laugh that turned into another moan.
âThis⌠this the most you ever talked to me.â You managed, voice real shaky. âIâI like your voice.â
Smoke made a low, pleased sound against your ear. He took your wrist gently and guided your hand between your thighs, pressing your fingers against your clit. He moved them in slow steady circles, showing you the exact rhythm he wanted you to use. Then he left your hand there.Â
âKeep touchinâ this pretty lil pussy just like that, and Iâll keep talkinâ for you, baby.â
You obeyed, fingers moving in the same slow circles heâd just shown you. The dual sensation of your own touch combined with the thick length of him grinding deep made your body shake harder in his arms. Soft, dazed moans left you and your eyes fluttered as the mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum slicked your fingers. Smokeâs lips brushed the shell of your ear.
âI kept catchin' you lookinâ, yâknow.â his voice was soft but the words were filthy. âEvery time I was sittinâ with my legs spread wideâŚyouâd stare. Thought I didnât notice? I saw the way them pretty eyes kept droppinâ to my lap.â
He ground deeper and the hand on your throat tightened just enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, in a good way. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto your shoulder.
âThis what you was thinkin' 'boutâ?â he asked, voice gravelly. âMe holdinâ you real close like this⌠dick all the way inside this lil pussyâŚâ he nudged just a little deeper on the last word. âMakinâ you take it nice and slow while you shakinâ and creaminâ on me? That what you kept you starinâ at me for?â
When you whimpered in response, he nipped lightly at your earlobe.
âAnswer me, mama.â
âY-yesâ you managed. Smoke grunted before trailing the flat of his tongue slowly along the outer curve of your ear. The sensation made your eyes roll back hard and another helpless sound spilled out. A thin string of drool slipped from the corner of your lips.
âJust like thatâ he murmured. âKeep them lil fingers movinâ like I told you to. Pretty pussy stuffed so full and you just sittinâ here takinâ it and droolinâ. And here I thought you was so innocent.â
He rolled his hips again, slow and mean, keeping you locked against his chest as your fingers worked your clit, soft sounds kept leaving your throat. He drew the next orgasm out just as carefullyâvoice real low and filthy against your ear, until your whole body shook in his lap and a long, trembling cry left you.Â
âKeep cumminâ for me, just like that. Told you this grown man dick was different, baby.â
Your walls fluttered and pulsed around him in heavy waves. More cream spilled out around his dick again, making the wet sound even filthier. He held you through every second of it. Hand still possessive on your throat, the other firm on your belly, murmuring praise against your skin while you came. Sweat and spit and cream made everything between you slick and messy.Â
The second your body started to soften, Smokeâs rhythm broke. He kept you locked against his chest, head tipped back on his shoulder so you could see the side of his face. His hips stuttered, grinding deep one last time before he barely pulled out. Just enough that the thick, swollen head of his dick slipped free and rested heavy against your soft folds. His hand left your belly only long enough to wrap around himself, stroking fast and tight right against your pussy.
A sound tore out of him that youâd never heard before.
Low, rough, almost wounded, like it had been dragged up from somewhere deep in his chest. His head tipped back, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut for a second before they opened again and locked on yours. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out across your lower belly and the soft lips of your pussy in messy, heavy stripes. Each pulse made that same raw sound catch in his throat, quieter the second time, then again as another thick spurt landed on your skin.
He kept stroking himself through it, head of his dick dragging through the mess heâd just made on you and hips twitching every time another wave hit. His hand on your throat never loosened, keeping you exactly where he wanted you so you had no choice but to watch him fall apart against you.
When the last weak pulse left him, he stayed there breathing hard, forehead pressed to the side of your face, dick still resting against your messy pussy, and cum cooling on your belly. The only sound in the room for a long second was both of you trying to catch your breath.
ââŚFuckâ he finally muttered, voice wrecked in a way youâd never heard from him before.
When the last tremors finally faded, he laid your trembling frame on the couch. Still in between your legs, he leaned in and pressed soft, wet kisses to your swollen lips while your pussy clenched around nothing, missing him already.
Eventually, he pushed himself up off the couch, still breathing a little hard. He disappeared down the hallway and came back a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth. You were still stretched out where heâd left you, thighs parted slightly and chest rising and falling.
He sat on the edge of the cushion and started cleaning you softly like you were fragile. The cloth was hot and gentle against your skin as he ran it over the soft inside of your thighs. He wiped away the slick and the faint marks his hands had left. Then he moved between your legs, careful and thorough, making your stomach involuntarily jump. Lastly, he wiped the cloth across your tummy, erasing the thick stripes of his cum from your soft brown skin.
The whole time he barely said anything. He was back to his usual quiet self. His eyes kept drifting up to your face, taking in the soft, blissed-out look in your eyes, the way your lips stayed slightly parted, the gentle bounce of your breasts with every still-uneven breath as your body tried to calm down. Something quiet and tender rested in his expression while he worked.
When he finished, he set the cloth aside and finally met your eyes.
âSo what now?â you asked, voice soft and a little raw.
Smokeâs gaze flicked up to yours again and he shifted, settling his larger frame next to you on the couch and pulling you carefully into his chest. One heavy arm wrapped around the small of your back. The other found your hand and gently intertwined your fingers with his.
âIma get my black ass decent before yo uncle comes in hereâŚâ he murmured, thumb stroking slow over your knuckles. âAnd then...itâs up to you.â
You were quiet for a second. Your cheek rested against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart. When you spoke again it was almost a whisper.
âI like you. Wanna see you again.â
Smoke didnât answer right away. He just pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, lips warm against your skin as he let the words settle between you.
âWe gonâ figure it out,â he said finally, voice low and sure. âYou worth the trouble, baby.â
And that was enough for now.
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âYâknow her uncle gonâ kill you, right?â Stack dragged the words out teasingly, but the warning was real. âYou betta keep yo hand out that cookie jar, bruh. Iâm f'real. That man donât play about that girl.â
At this, Smoke shot Stack a warning glare that said leave it be.
âAinât nobody thinkinâ âbout that âlil girl.â
âShe donât look so little to me.â
SYNOPSIS: Smoke meets his best friendâs niece and is deeply infatuated from jump. Problem isâ reader is strictly off limits.
CONTENT: fluff, FILTHY smut, 18+, unprotected sex, 12-year age gap (38 and 26), use of n-word, some praising degradation, light choking if you squint?, lots of descriptive dirty talk, descriptions of female anatomy, super sweet aftercare, it's just nasty y'all idk
Song Inspo: The Need To Know x Wale & SZA
Word Count: 8,597
Author's note: Disclaimer, reader is 26. She is a grown ass woman. This is my first papa Smoke fic, I hope y'all love it đ very lightly proof read sorry in advance for mistakes đŹ
Smoke had known about you for years. Every time your uncle, Malcolm, talked about you, he used that distinct overprotective tone he got whenever he was talking about business or something important to him.Â
âMy niece doinâ real good in school.â
âI gotta go check on my niece this weekend.â
Or, when he thought one of his homeboys was asking about you just a little too much.
âKeep playinâ with my niece nigga, Iâma put you in the ICU.âÂ
And shortly thereafter, the manâs questions came to a cold stop.
The way he talked about you always made Smoke think you were very young for some reason. Maybe early twenties at most, somebody still figuring life out. Your uncle was deeply protective over his family, and only people who he really trusted ever got to come around them.Â
When your uncle finally said, âCome by for dinner Sunday, I want you to meet her.â Smoke expected a kid. He was 38 himself, so anyone younger than 25 was a youngin to him. You can imagine his surprise when he actually met you.
That Sunday, you opened the door looking every bit of 26. You were grown and confident. Soft brown skin, a real pretty face, the kind of natural beauty that stood out in a room. You had a place of your own and a solid career with room for growth. Quickly, Smoke gathered that you were extremely intelligent. When youâd smiled at him and extended your hand to him without a trace of insecurity or shyness, something in Smokeâs chest did a two-step. And that was not something that happened often.
âSoâŚyouâre the famous niece I keep hearinâ about?â He asked, voice carefully neutral. He held on to your hand for a few seconds longer than necessary without noticing it. Then you laughed. It was soft and warm, completely unguarded.
âSo Iâve been told⌠hopefully all good things.âÂ
Your uncle always spoke about you highly. In fact, now that Smoke was thinking about itâ the man had never said anything negative about you at all. You were the apple of his eye. But he hadnât said anything that prepared him for the woman standing in front of him now.
All throughout dinner Smoke couldnât stop himself from staring. The way you talked real soft and annunciated every word. The way you listened intensely to understand before responding, all of it was so intriguing to him. He even found himself chucking at the sharp little comments you made when joning on your uncle. You were not a kid. You were a grown woman who happened to be the most important person in his best friendâs life. The realization sat wrong and heavy in Smokeâs gut for the rest of the night.
He left early.
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The next week, your uncle called Smoke on Saturday morning like he had nothing better to do.
âCome help me mount this t.v. real quick. Niece already over there waitinâ on us.âÂ
At being volun-told at 9 a.m., Smoke nearly told Marcus where he could go and hung up before he was reminded of that nagging feeling it had. It was the kind of feeling you get when youâre about to get to the good part of a book and youâre forced to put it down. That was the feeling Smoke had been having ever since he left Sunday dinner early. Instead of declining, Smoke heard himself saying he would be there in 40.
By the time Smoke pulled up, your front door was open, and your voice was pouring through it, loud and bossy. Nothing like the soft-spoken woman heâd met just a week ago.Â
âUh-uh, make sure you got that side good! I donât need my walls scraped up âcause you rushinâ.â
When Smoke stepped through the threshold, you were barefoot in the living room, hair pulled away from your face and wearing little gray shorts and a white tank top. Every time you took a step, your hips rolled sensually and your breasts bounced slightly, nipples poking through the thin fabric. You were gesturing and pointing around your living room like you were directing an orchestra.Â
âIf yâall put it on that side the glare from the sun gonâ mess up the picture. Iâm tellinâ you, itâs gotta go on this side.â Your uncle shook his head, half annoyed, half amused at his little niece bossing up.Â
âYou hear this? Just grown as she wanna be.â
Smoke set his keys down quietly and you turned at the sound. The smile you gave him was so easy and endearing that he found himself returning a small one and giving you a nod. And Smoke did not smile often, if at all.
âPerfect timing, Smoke. My uncle thinks he know better than the person that actually lives here.âÂ
âKnow enough to know you too bossy for your own good.â He grumbled, shifting the stand to your requested side of the living room. Your laugh filled the room, and you dropped down, legs crossed, to start taking apart the old stand. The little shorts you wore rode up high on your thighs and your skin looked warm and smooth under the morning light.Â
The next hour was quiet torture for Smoke.
Every time you bent forward to hand your uncle or Smoke a tool, the tank top pulled taught across your breasts and rose slightly, exposing the soft skin of your tummy. When you sat back and huffed in frustration while you tried to make sense of the instructions, Smoke watched the way you pushed stray pieces of your messy bun out of your face. And whenever you teased your uncleâ âIf itâs lopsided, Iâm givinâ you a bad review on your uncle skillsââ your voice remained light, teasing, never crossing any lines. Just comfortable and familiar.Â
She donât even know what she doinâ to me. Just sittinâ there laughinâ, talkinâ all soft, lookinâ innocent⌠and Iâm over here fightinâ for my life.
He barely spoke. Smoke kept his eyes on his work like that was the only thing keeping his mind from wandering. Still, his gaze kept drifting over to you. He watched the way your hips spread wide when you sat back on your heels and the way your small, manicured hands moved dramatically while you spoke. He tutted to himself quietly, so damn cute.
At one point you looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. The mischievous smile on your lips let him know you were about to get on him.
âYou donât talk much, huh?â
âSay what I need to. Just tryna make sure this thing donât fall on nobody.â He replied simply, eyes flicking up to yours and staying there for a moment before drifting down to the soft curve of your mouth. His thoughts betrayed him,
You a damn lie. You thinkinâ âbout how soft them thighs look. What theyâd look like wrapped around your head...Stop.
You hummed in acknowledgment, but you never looked away. The knowing look stayed in your eyes a second too long, and Smoke noticed.
When the stand was finally up and the tv was mounted, your uncle patted Smoke on the back and headed into the kitchen for water. You stayed in the living room, sitting on the floor with your legs stretched out while you scrolled on your phone.Â
The house started to feel too quiet with just the two of you, so Smoke grabbed his keys before he said anything stupid.Â
âIâma head outâ
You looked up from your phone with a small frown.Â
âAlready? We were just about to go out to get somethinâ to eat.â
Smoke wanted to stay. He really did. But he didnât trust himself. So, he politely declined and said goodbye to your uncle. He gave youâ and those pretty brown thighsâ one more glance before he headed out and closed the door behind him.Â
Later that night Smokeâs place was silent. Nothing but the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak or groan from the house settling. Smoke laid in the middle of his bed, staring at nothing in particular. He sighed in frustration and rubbed his hands down his face. He was replaying the dayâs events and desperately trying to scrub the image of you from his memory to no avail. This was evident in the dull, persistent throb between his legs that heâd been trying to ignore ever since he saw you in those little shorts.
Thatâs his niece. Closest thing he got to a daughter. You sittinâ over here hard over a girl you ainât even supposed to be lookinâ at. Get it the fuck together.
He sat like that for a long while before he willed himself to sleep.
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Some days later, your uncle was having a cookout. The guys were playing Spades, so he told Smoke to come by. The gathering was in full swing by the time Smoke got there. Smooth R&B wrapped around the yard and the smell of charcoal and grilled meat was thick in the air. He spotted you before anyone else. You were sitting on the edge of a picnic table wearing denim shorts and a strapless top, legs swinging and a drink in hand, talking to some of your girlfriends.Â
Smoke grabbed a drink and planted himself near the fence. Close enough to the traffic of the party to be polite, but far enough to keep to himself.Â
Maybe it was a habit from his time being enlisted in the army, or just a habit from growing up where he did, but Smoke noticed everything and everyone. And that was why he noticed the exact moment that you caught the attention of a guy from the neighborhood. He was early 40âs, nice enough looking, but way too comfortable. Smoke watched the manâs ego draw his shoulders back in confidence before he made his way over to you. First it was âlemme get you another drinkâ. Then it was him hovering awkwardly just behind your shoulder while you spoke to your friends.
Smoke watched, jaw tight and plastic cup starting to give under the force of his clenching fingers. He knew he had no right to feel possessive over a woman he barely knew, but he had no say in the matter. His eyes stayed glued, making sure the man didnât cross any overt boundaries. Your uncle saw it too.Â
At first, Uncle Malcolm didnât say anything. Just kept flipping meat, listening to the conversation around him. Every few moments, his looked over with a calm measuring look, one that surely meant he was letting a man dig his own hole. Smoke recognized the look quickly. It was the same look your uncle had given their friend who kept asking about you before he had threatened to put him in the ICU.
Then, you reflexively flinched and stepped away when the man got just a little too close from behind and his breath brushed your ear. Smoke was already moving before his brain caught up, but he was stopped by your uncle planting a firm hand on his chest.
âI got it Smoke, good lookinâ out.âÂ
Smoke forced himself to be still as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Your uncle made his way over to you in three quick steps. He didnât raise his voice or make a scene. He simply stepped between you and the man so smoothly that it almost looked friendly.Â
âYou gettinâ too close for my nieceâs liking.â
âOh, my bad man. I justââ
âYou was just keepinâ yo hands to yo self, right?â Then your uncle looked over at you with a look that silently said, âyou good?â. You nodded, already waving it off with a small smile. The man had no idea how lucky he had just gotten. Youâd called your uncle off and spared the man two missing teeth. He nodded once simply and walked back to the grill like nothing had happened. The man took the hint. Visibly shaken he wandered over to the cooler for a drink. Malcolm picked up the tongs and resumed grilling, unphased. Smoke saw all of it and realized quickly that could be him.
He saw the way your uncleâs expression had become flat and cold and how fast heâd delivered the message. No yelling or scene, just quiet authority and the willingness to cause serious harm. These were traits that he himself possessed, and it was one of the reasons he had taken such a liking to your uncle. After all, birds of a feather flocked together. Smoke understood with perfect clarity that if that energy ever turned on him, there would be no explaining or second chances.Â
Later, when you walked past him on the way to the cooler, your ass subtly brushed his groin. It was a brief touch and gone in a second. Smoke couldnât figure out if it was intentional or not, that was until you looked up at him and gave him a small smile. He kept his eyes on the fence for the rest of the afternoon and didnât look at you again. Didnât trust himself to.
You better stay the fuck away from that girl. For real this time.
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Later that evening, the fight was on the big screen in your uncleâs living room. The whole house smelled like wings and the blunt that was in rotation. Your uncle was in his usual spot, reclined back. Stack was in the kitchen making a plate, and Smoke sat on one end of the long couch, quiet like he always wasâ and far away from you. You and your girlfriend were spread out on the floor, chattering away about something that had nothing to do with the fight.
Somewhere around the third round, Smoke dropped his phone and it slid under the coffee table.
âIâll get it.â
You were already moving before anyone else could. You leaned forward, then dropped lower on your hands and knees to be able to reach it. The little shorts you had on pulled tight across your ass with the movement and the fabric rode up the backs of your thighs. Soft, brown skin caught the dim glow of the t.v. As you stretched further, the hem of your shorts crept higher until the lower curve of each cheek was exposed and the soft skin of your inner thighs spread a little. Smoke was frozen in place. The view hit him right between the legs with a low pulsing throb.
All he could see was that same positionâ except with you bent over for real. Shorts pushed to the side, back arched and thighs open. He imagined himself behind you with one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip as he sank into you slow and deep. He could almost hear the sound youâd make if he went just a little too deep too fast. He wondered if you would give him a soft, cracked moan or a high and shaky whine when he bottomed out and stayed there. His dick twitched hard in his jeans, and he shifted in his seat trying to ignore it. For a long second he couldnât tear his eyes away from the way your soft thighs looked spread open like that.
Stackâs voice cut straight through the fantasy, sharp like a blade and low and close to his ear.
âNigga.â
Smoke blinked hard and looked away quickly as heat spread across the back of his neck. You sat up just a second later, phone in hand. You held it out to him with a smile. He made sure not to touch you unnecessarily as he took it from you. He offered a gruff, âpreciate itâ before turning his attention right back to the fight.Â
But he was caught. Stack was still watching the scene play out, and he was totally amused. Somebody had finally tickled Smokeâs fancy. It wasnât often that someone piqued his interest to the point where he gawked like that. A wicked grin was already making its way across his brotherâs face. He waited until you had settled back into your spot and no one was watching before he spoke again.
âYou realll quiet tonight, cat got yo tongue?â
Smokeâs jaw tensed and he avoided his twin's eye contact, keeping his eyes trained on the television. He already knew from the tone in his voice, he was gonna start his shit.
âIâm always quiet, âLias.â
âNah,â Stack kept his voice low and nudged his brother with his elbow, still grinning. âThis different. This the type of quiet a man get when he lookinâ at somethinâ he ainât got no business tendinâ to.âÂ
Smoke didnât answer this time. He just took a slow sip of his beer. Stack chuckled quietly and shook his head.
âYâknow her uncle gonâ kill you, right?â He dragged the words out teasingly, but the warning was real. âYou betta keep yo hand out that cookie jar, bruh. Iâm f'real. That man donât play about that girl.â
At this, Smoke shot Stack a warning glare that said leave it be.
âAinât nobody thinkinâ âbout that âlil girl.â
âShe donât look so little to me.â Stack chuckled again but raised his hands in defense when Smokeâs head snapped toward him, hot defensiveness bubbling to the surface. âAight, Iâma leave it. Just donât come cryinâ to me when her uncle want yo head on a silver platter. I warned you.â
Smoke didnât answer. But for the rest of the night his brotherâs words sat heavy in his chestâ and so did the image of you bent over under that table.
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Once night settled and everyone left, you and your best friend were sitting in your car outside your place. She turned the music down and turned to you fully, lifting a leg and tucking it under herself like she always did when she got ready to gossip.Â
âGirl.â
You raised an eyebrow, ready to hear whatever off the wall thing she was gonna tell you.
âWhat?â
âYou donât see how your uncleâs friend been lookinâ at you?â Your eyebrows knitted in confusion; you had no idea what she was talking about.Â
âWho? Smoke or Stack?â
âSmoke girl, the real quiet one, quit playinâ!â You rolled your eyes immediately and laughed out loud.
âSmoke? Girl, that man is grown as hell. He ainât lookinâ at me. Have you seen some of the girls that work in his club? Itâs big booty central up in there.â Your friend was already shaking her head fervently.
âUh-uh.  No. He was watchinâ that ass switch the whole time you was bent over gettinâ his phone. I saw him. He was lookinâ at you like he wanted to bend you over his damn self.â
The laugh died in your throat and your joking demeanor faded when you realized she was serious.Â
âIâm fâreal, girl. That man wants you. Bad. And he lookinâ at you like he knows he ainât supposed to.â
âââ ââ ââ â âââ
It was a regular Thursday and Smoke was just finishing up some business at the club when his phone rang. He answered without looking but the voice that came through the receiver stopped him cold in his tracks.Â
âHey⌠you busy?â You asked sheepishly.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, thinking it must be something serious for you to have called him.
âNothinâ serious. I just⌠the smoke detector has been beeping all day and itâs driving me nuts. Iâm trying to do something for work, and it keeps distracting me. I got the batteries, but I canât reach the damn thing.âÂ
Something about the tinge of frustration in your voice and the fact that you called himânot your uncle or one of your little friends, himâ tugged at his heart strings. It wasnât just attraction this time. Now, it was the quiet, unexpected weight of being needed by you. He couldnât put a name to it, but it sat warm and dangerous in his chest like a badge of honor.
Smoke drummed his fingers against his steering wheel, trying to talk himself out of going over to your place. When he couldnât think of a reason good enough to turn you down, he turned the engine and headed toward your place.Â
Twenty-five minutes later he was knocking on your door, ladder in hand and ready to rescue you. The door opened and there you were, wearing a little spaghetti-strap bodycon dress that hugged all your curves just right and fell gracefully around your ankles, toes perfectly manicured. Bare feet, hair pulled up messily, no makeup. So simple but it landed heavy on Smoke. His eyes dragged over exposed shoulders and down to your hips. The hungry look he gave you made your tummy flip as you stepped to the side to let him in. He couldnât help but think how pretty a chain with his name on it would look resting against your collar bones.
âHey,â You exhaled. âThanks so much for coming. I feel so dumb for calling, but itâs too high up for me. I cannot have this thing beeping incessantly in the back of my conference calls.âÂ
Smoke chuckled to himself quietly at your use of the word âincessantâ. You couldâve just said non-stop, but you always found a way to make the simplest thing sound extraordinary.Â
âItâs nothinâ. I got it.â He stepped inside and instantly felt comfortable as the smell of your apartment invaded his senses. It smelled like your usual candle and whatever dessert you must have been baking. Too intimate and a little too quiet.Â
You led him to your bedroom and pointed up at the fixture like it had personally offended you. Smoke opened his small ladder and climbed up. You left him alone and wandered into the kitchen. He had the batteries changed within 5 minutes, simple and easy. When he stepped down, he finally looked around. Your bed was half made like youâd pulled the sheets up in a hurry and you had a purple duvet on it.Â
Damn, thatâs a lot of pillows.
He thought to himself. On your dresser was a framed photo of you and your best friend, the girl heâd met on fight night. Smoke drifted closer when he noticed you had books lining your nightstand. Some of them were philosophical, titles he recognized. Others looked like dystopian novels that were half finished, indicated by random bookmarks.Â
He was turning to leave when his eyes landed on it. Strewn near one of your pillows was a rose toy. Smoke swallowed hard. It was clear that you hadnât noticed itâ and that it had recently been in use. Smoke stood frozen for a moment, his thoughts betraying him.Â
Instantly, a mirage appeared of you in the center of the bed, thighs spread wide and one hand between them. He pictured your pretty mouth falling open on broken moans as you arched your back and rolled your hips closer to your hand. A violent stir in Smokeâs pants snapped him out of his daydream. He shook his head as if he was trying to clear the filthy thoughts before folding his ladder and quickly exiting the room.
When he made his way back to the kitchen to tell you the job was done, you were standing near the counter scrolling on your phone. Sitting on the island in front of an empty stool was a thick slice of chocolate cake and a tall glass of ice water. You looked up and met his eyes when he entered the room. Your face lit up as you gestured to the plate.
âI just frosted it. Itâs still a little warm, try it and let me know how it is? Itâs a new recipe.â
Smoke couldnât bring himself to decline. One because you just looked so damn cute with that little pleased smile on your face, and two because heâd been smelling that cake since he walked through the door. He hesitated just long enough for you to take it as a yes. You rounded the counter and patted the stool.
Smoke sat his ladder down and slowly made his way over to you. He lifted his eyebrows in surprise when he looked down at the plate.
âThatâs a big ass slice of cake. You gonâ share it with me?â he asked, silently walking over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.
âOnly if you insist.â You said excitedly, pulling a second spoon from your kitchen drawer. Smoke sat down at the counter and watched with amusement as you pulled out the spoon and some napkins.Â
âSo, you always this quiet or just donât like talkinâ to me?â you asked as you settled across from him. Smokeâs fingers brushed yours as he took the spoon from you.
âIâm quiet with everybody.â He waited for you to take the first bite and found himself feeling warm and fuzzy when your eyes got wide and rolled back slightly. He followed suit and damn near had the same reaction. It was delicious.Â
âDamn girl. âSholl can bake.â He murmured, glancing up at you.
âMhm.â You tilted your head in satisfaction. âMy uncle talks about you like you some sort of legend. Said yâall have known each other since you were young. You always been the quiet one?â A ghost of a smile touched Smokeâs lips.
âYeah.â He said simply.
âThatâs crazyâ you leaned over and took another bite of cake. âI feel like Iâve heard so much about you but I really donât know you. You got brothers? Sisters? What you be doinâ when you not with my uncle or gettinâ drafted into smoke detector duty?â
Most people didnât ask him questions like this. Usually, they would take one look at the unsmiling, silentâ and subtly threateningâ way he carried himself, and decided that he wasnât the type you played 21 questions with. But you didnât seem to notice, or if you did, you didnât care. You kept going, small and fearless, like he was any regular man and not somebody half the city treaded easily around. Smoke found himself amused instead of annoyed by the tirade of questions. He never realized you talked so much.
âI got a brother. My twin, you met him.â
You hummed in agreement as you remembered.Â
âHeâs loud.â
That, Smoke couldnât deny. He nodded in agreement.
âYâall so different. He talks enough for the both of yâallâ
So do you Smoke thought to himself.
âYou got a girl? You be goinâ out or is the club just business? Whatâs your favorite food? Do you even like cake, or you one of them âI donât really do sweetsâ niggas?â
The last question pulled a real, low chuckle from him before he could stop it. The sound pleasantly surprised you and your eyes lit up with amusement.Â
âOhhhhâ you pointed with the spoon with a smirk. âSo, he does smile.â
Smoke looked away but the corner of his mouth was still tilted upward. The smile wasnât anything like Stackâs cocky, arrogant grin. It was quieter. Warmer. It made him look younger and softened the lines of his face in a way that made something flutter low in your stomach. He was sexy in a genuine and rare way.
He answered your questions in the order youâd asked themâ all except if he was currently seeing anyone. You were still in the middle of talking and making nosey, yet funny, observations about Smoke when a smear of frosting ended up just under your bottom lip. Smoke didnât think before he acted. He reached out and brushed his thumb under your lip, wiping the frosting away. The contact was light but intimate. You went totally still when he brought the thumb to his own lips and licked the sweetness off.Â
Your eyes dropped to lips, and his dropped to yours. Suddenly the air in the room felt thicker and you were much more aware of the scent of his cologne. And for one dangerous, dangerous second, he almost leaned in and closed the little bit of space between the two of you.
Then, the reality of his best friendâ your uncleâ slammed back into him like a door shutting. Smoke straightened up quickly and reached for his keys.Â
âI should go. Thank you for the cake, and the hospitality.â
Your voice was quieter than intended when it came out.
âYou donât have toââ
âI do.â He was already moving toward the door before you could protest again. âI got the batteries changed. You should be good to go now.â He didnât wait for you to walk him out. In fact, he left your place like something was chasing him.
For a full minute, Smoke sat in his truck with his hands tight on the wheel. He could still taste the frosting, and he could still see the way youâd looked at him.Â
Andâ he could still envision you in the center of your bed, head lolled back in ecstasy as you touched yourself.Â
Smoke pulled off so fast he nearly hit your trash can on his way out.
âââ ââ ââ â âââ
The next time Smoke found himself at your place, it was because your uncle insisted on checking on you on their way back from handling some business at the club.Â
âSwing by my niece spot real quick. I ainât seen her in a couple days and I wanna check on her. Said she got plates ready for us too.â
Smokeâs hands tightened on the wheel but still, he gave a short nod and turned to make the familiar journey to your place. You opened the door, this time in little shorts and an oversized shirt that was falling off one of your shoulders. You smiled brightly at your uncle as you stepped aside to let him in. The one you gave Smoke was subtler, more private and holding the memory of your last encounter with him.
âI was just about to put on this new movie I rented, come on in.â
Your uncle kissed the top of your head as he walked past and started making himself at home. Smoke followed behind, slower. You made both their plates and made small talk as you served them. Of course, they tore it up in little time. After, it had turned into a movie night without anyone really deciding.Â
You took one end of the couch, and Smoke took the other, careful to leave a respectable amount between the two of you. The movie played and flickered soft shadows over the living room. Within twenty minutes of it starting, your uncle was out like a light.Â
Smoke kept trying not to look at you and failing. Every few minutes, his eyes drifted over to you. He watched the way you bit down on your bottom lip in anticipation before a jump scare came up. How your legs were crossed, accentuating the fullness of your hips. And every time he caught himself, he forced his gaze back to the t.v.Â
Your uncleâs phone ringing disturbed the quiet. He jerked awake and fumbled around for it before answering with a rough voice. Whatever he heard on the other end made him sit up straighter, voice dropping into a sultry register. Most likely one of his many girlfriends.
âAight, Iâm on the way.â He stood, still half asleep and looked over at Smoke. âCan I borrow your car right quick? I gotta go see about something. Iâll bring it back when Iâm done.â
Smokeâs stomach dropped. He should have said no or offered to just take your uncle himself. He should have made any excuse to keep him from being left alone with you for an indeterminate amount of time. But instead, he found himself handing over his keys. Your uncle clapped him on the shoulder and thanked him before heading out.Â
âPreciate it. Look out for my niece, Iâll be back.â
The door shut behind him and the lock clicked, and suddenly Smoke had a feeling that he may have just made a terribly risky decision.
The movie played for another twenty minutes, and he stayed on his side of the couch, eyes locked on the t.v. like it was the only safe thing to look at. After a while you shifted and stretched your legs, and the soft side of your foot brushed his calf. It was a light touch, but it still sent a tingle up his leg.
âYou good over there?â
âYeah⌠just tryna understand this movie, Iâm lost.â You smiled at him as if you heard more than heâd actually said.Â
When the credits started rolling, you both reached for the remote at the same time. Your hands brushed, and instead of pulling away, Smoke slowly turned his palm upward. Waiting. You trailed your fingertips over it and his gaze stayed on your face the whole time. When you finally locked eyes with him, you were the one who leaned in.
The kiss started off hungry without testing or careful exploration. Just your mouth on his, soft and real sure. It was the type of kiss you could tell youâd both been thinking about.
A low sound rumbled from Smokeâs chest and he kissed back harder, one hand already sliding up to the back of your neck. Before he knew it, you were climbing into his lap, backs of your thighs bracketing his like you were meant to be there. He could already feel the heat coming from you through your shorts. He broke the kiss first, chest heaving.
âYo uncle gonâ kill me and smile in the mugshot, girl. You know he donât want nobody sniffinâ âround you⌠especially not his best friend whoâs the same age as him.â
Your expression was unchanged, and you didnât get off him. You just stared at him, eyes dark with lust and lips already a little swollen. Smokeâs hands settled comfortably on your hips and his thumbs brushed the soft skin under the hem of your shirt.
âYou sure you want this? âCause once we start, ainât no takinâ it back. And once Iâm inside you⌠I ainât pullinâ out till itâs messy. You never been with a grown man like me before. Itâs gonâ feel different.â
You rolled your eyes fondly and climbed off him. Laying back against the couch cushions, you parted your thighs for him, just enough for him to be able to tell you werenât wearing panties.
And in that momentâ Smokeâs restraint gave in. He dropped to his knees and turned you by your hips so you were facing him. Easily, he dragged your panties and those little shorts down to your ankles. He gently parted your thighs so that you were fully exposed to him and just looked for a second. Arousal was already dripping from your slightly parted lips and Smoke cooed at the sight.
âEven prettier than I thought.â He murmured. When he put his mouth on you, it was unlike anything youâd experienced before. He licked you open with the flat of his tongue and sucked your clit between his lips with steady pressure. When a surprise gasp punched from your chest, he eased in his middle and ring fingers. Stretching you slow and savoring the soft sound your pussy made as it opened up for him. The wet sounds that commenced were immediate and nasty.
Continuously, he curled his fingers against that soft ridge inside you that made your stomach jump. Your back arched hard and a high, broken sound left your throat. He didnât ease the pressure when your thighs started trembling.
âLook so pretty spread open fâme like this.â
The vibrations from his voice involuntarily made your thighs close around his head. Soft shocked whimpers kept spilling from your lips while he ate you like he had all day and stroked his fingers deep. Spit and your cream mixed together until his lips and chin were shiny with it. He kept up that steady rhythm until your tummy clenched and a long, shaky cry tore form you. Your walls clamped down around his fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses and cream and slick trailed down his wrist. A warm rush flooded your core as the orgasm rolled through you in heavy waves. Smoke kept licking you slowly through every single one, only slowing when your thighs shook too hard and you tried to close your legs.
Only then did he kiss his way up your body, pushing up your shirt as he went. When he finally settled between your thighs, he latched his mouth to your areola. A surprised gasp escaped you and your hands flew to his shoulders. He suckled gently at your nipple while he rubbed the fat head of his dick through your folds, and the mess heâd just made of you. Your pussy clenched around nothing like it needed to be filled again from the sensation. He gave your other breast the same treatmentâ hot, wet, and slow, before returning to your lips.
âBreathe for meâ he watched your face as he started to push past your entrance. âPretty lil pussy âbout to get stuffed full. You gonâ take it for me?â His lips brushed yours before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. You nodded and stuttered out a soft yes as he slowly stretched you, inch by inch. It was deep and overwhelming in a way that made you both want to push him away and pull him closer. When your thighs tried to close on instinct, he caught the backs of your knees and pinned them open against the couch, keeping you spread while he sank deeper.
âUh-uh. Keep these pretty thighs open for me. Wanna feel every bit of this soft lil pussy takinâ me.â
He bottomed out with a low groan, hips flush to yours. The pressure sat heavy and deep in your stomach, and your mouth fell open on a quiet overwhelmed sound. Your walls kept fluttering around him helplessly and cream was already collecting around the base of his dick, dripping between your cheeks and down to the couch.
His strokes started off slow, letting you feel the ridge of his tip and every vein. Soft sounds kept leaving your throat every time he bottomed out, and your eyes went glassy while your fingers dug into his biceps.
He kept you pinned open for him like that and the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the quiet apartment. Your second orgasm built slower this time, and it was drawn out by him dragging the head of his dick over that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again.
âThere it is⌠look how pretty you look takinâ all this dick. Already cryin' for me and creamin' down my balls. You never had it this deep before, have you?â When the coil in your belly finally snapped, your back arched hard and a loud choked cry came from you. He fucked you through every wave until you were a trembling mess under him, still stuffed full and thighs shiny with the mess he made you make. You were still shaking when the words left your mouth.
âLemme get on my knees for you.â
Smoke went still and the image slammed into him without warning. The way you looked under the table that day reaching for his phone. Shorts lifting enough for him to make out the curve of your bare ass and soft brown thighs spread. He had pictured this exact position more times than he cared to admit. Quickly, he obliged.
He gently pulled out and turned you on your stomach before tugging your hips up. Your ass was high and your chest was flush to the couch. One hand spanned the small of your back to keep your arch deep while the other wrapped around the base of his dick. He gently nudged your clit with the thick head before pushing back in slowly.
âYou sure? 'S gonâ feel real full.âÂ
When you only pushed back toward him, he sank into you in one slow, heavy thrust and filled you to the hilt. A high, shaky sound left your lips and it was music to Smokeâs ears. Just like heâd imagined. He let out a low, satisfied moan as his hands settled on your hips. He started stroking into you deep, angling in a way that made your stomach jump. The depth started to overwhelm you and your hips twitched forward on instinct trying to ease away. A soft, panicked whimper slipped from you. Smoke felt it immediately.
âLook at you, baby. Makinâ a mess for me already. Look so fuckinâ pretty like thisâŚ.Stop runninâ from me. This what you wanted, right?â When you didnât answer fast enough, his hand came down in a light stinging spank across your right cheek. âAnswer me when I talk to you babyâ
A startled gasp left your throat and you pushed back to take him deeper.
âY-yes. I wanted it ju-Ah! Just like thisâ you whimpered out helplessly. His palm gently rubbed the cheek, massaging away the sting.
âGood girl⌠keep that arch fâme just like that and take this dick real deep.â His other hand came up and fisted gently in your hair just enough to pull you back onto his dick. He left another spank on your ass as he buried himself deep, grinding the thick head of his dick against that swollen spot deep inside you in slow deliberate circles. A thin string of saliva left his lips and landed right where he was stretching you open. The warm sensation forced a moan from you and you arched deeper for him.
âS-so good Smoke. Thank you for fucking me like this. I love it so m-much.â
Your fingers clenched the cushions under you as he kept stroking. Smokeâs eyebrows furrowed in surprise and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He never imagined youâd talk to him so filthy, and he loved it. He released the fist in your hair and wrapped both arms around your waist. He pulled you up and back until you were sitting fully on his thighs, spine flush against his broad sweaty chest.
The new position kept him buried deep inside you. You kept fluttering around his length as he bullied himself into your swollen, oversensitive walls. Your thighs were trembling on either side of his and the sweat made everything slippery and hot. Soft, shaky whimpers kept spilling out of you as he stayed deep.
One large hand splayed low on your belly, pressing gently and increasing the pressure in your tummy so you could feel every inch of him. The other hand came up and his fingers wrapped lightly, but possessively, around your throat. He didnât squeeze, just held you there. Owning. His thumb rested against your pulse, keeping your head tipped back against his shoulder while he rolled his hips in a deep, slow grind. Soft kisses pressed against the side of your face while he murmured in your ear.
âFinally stopped all that runninâ, now you takinâ this dick just like you wanted it.â He kissed you messy and open mouthed, claiming your lips and swallowing your little moans. When he pulled away, you let out a breathless little laugh that turned into another moan.
âThis⌠this the most you ever talked to me.â You managed, voice real shaky. âIâI like your voice.â
Smoke made a low, pleased sound against your ear. He took your wrist gently and guided your hand between your thighs, pressing your fingers against your clit. He moved them in slow steady circles, showing you the exact rhythm he wanted you to use. Then he left your hand there.Â
âKeep touchinâ this pretty lil pussy just like that, and Iâll keep talkinâ for you, baby.â
You obeyed, fingers moving in the same slow circles heâd just shown you. The dual sensation of your own touch combined with the thick length of him grinding deep made your body shake harder in his arms. Soft, dazed moans left you and your eyes fluttered as the mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum slicked your fingers. Smokeâs lips brushed the shell of your ear.
âI kept catchin' you lookinâ, yâknow.â his voice was soft but the words were filthy. âEvery time I was sittinâ with my legs spread wideâŚyouâd stare. Thought I didnât notice? I saw the way them pretty eyes kept droppinâ to my lap.â
He ground deeper and the hand on your throat tightened just enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, in a good way. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto your shoulder.
âThis what you was thinkin' 'boutâ?â he asked, voice gravelly. âMe holdinâ you real close like this⌠dick all the way inside this lil pussyâŚâ he nudged just a little deeper on the last word. âMakinâ you take it nice and slow while you shakinâ and creaminâ on me? That what you kept you starinâ at me for?â
When you whimpered in response, he nipped lightly at your earlobe.
âAnswer me, mama.â
âY-yesâ you managed. Smoke grunted before trailing the flat of his tongue slowly along the outer curve of your ear. The sensation made your eyes roll back hard and another helpless sound spilled out. A thin string of drool slipped from the corner of your lips.
âJust like thatâ he murmured. âKeep them lil fingers movinâ like I told you to. Pretty pussy stuffed so full and you just sittinâ here takinâ it and droolinâ. And here I thought you was so innocent.â
He rolled his hips again, slow and mean, keeping you locked against his chest as your fingers worked your clit, soft sounds kept leaving your throat. He drew the next orgasm out just as carefullyâvoice real low and filthy against your ear, until your whole body shook in his lap and a long, trembling cry left you.Â
âKeep cumminâ for me, just like that. Told you this grown man dick was different, baby.â
Your walls fluttered and pulsed around him in heavy waves. More cream spilled out around his dick again, making the wet sound even filthier. He held you through every second of it. Hand still possessive on your throat, the other firm on your belly, murmuring praise against your skin while you came. Sweat and spit and cream made everything between you slick and messy.Â
The second your body started to soften, Smokeâs rhythm broke. He kept you locked against his chest, head tipped back on his shoulder so you could see the side of his face. His hips stuttered, grinding deep one last time before he barely pulled out. Just enough that the thick, swollen head of his dick slipped free and rested heavy against your soft folds. His hand left your belly only long enough to wrap around himself, stroking fast and tight right against your pussy.
A sound tore out of him that youâd never heard before.
Low, rough, almost wounded, like it had been dragged up from somewhere deep in his chest. His head tipped back, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut for a second before they opened again and locked on yours. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out across your lower belly and the soft lips of your pussy in messy, heavy stripes. Each pulse made that same raw sound catch in his throat, quieter the second time, then again as another thick spurt landed on your skin.
He kept stroking himself through it, head of his dick dragging through the mess heâd just made on you and hips twitching every time another wave hit. His hand on your throat never loosened, keeping you exactly where he wanted you so you had no choice but to watch him fall apart against you.
When the last weak pulse left him, he stayed there breathing hard, forehead pressed to the side of your face, dick still resting against your messy pussy, and cum cooling on your belly. The only sound in the room for a long second was both of you trying to catch your breath.
ââŚFuckâ he finally muttered, voice wrecked in a way youâd never heard from him before.
When the last tremors finally faded, he laid your trembling frame on the couch. Still in between your legs, he leaned in and pressed soft, wet kisses to your swollen lips while your pussy clenched around nothing, missing him already.
Eventually, he pushed himself up off the couch, still breathing a little hard. He disappeared down the hallway and came back a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth. You were still stretched out where heâd left you, thighs parted slightly and chest rising and falling.
He sat on the edge of the cushion and started cleaning you softly like you were fragile. The cloth was hot and gentle against your skin as he ran it over the soft inside of your thighs. He wiped away the slick and the faint marks his hands had left. Then he moved between your legs, careful and thorough, making your stomach involuntarily jump. Lastly, he wiped the cloth across your tummy, erasing the thick stripes of his cum from your soft brown skin.
The whole time he barely said anything. He was back to his usual quiet self. His eyes kept drifting up to your face, taking in the soft, blissed-out look in your eyes, the way your lips stayed slightly parted, the gentle bounce of your breasts with every still-uneven breath as your body tried to calm down. Something quiet and tender rested in his expression while he worked.
When he finished, he set the cloth aside and finally met your eyes.
âSo what now?â you asked, voice soft and a little raw.
Smokeâs gaze flicked up to yours again and he shifted, settling his larger frame next to you on the couch and pulling you carefully into his chest. One heavy arm wrapped around the small of your back. The other found your hand and gently intertwined your fingers with his.
âIma get my black ass decent before yo uncle comes in hereâŚâ he murmured, thumb stroking slow over your knuckles. âAnd then...itâs up to you.â
You were quiet for a second. Your cheek rested against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart. When you spoke again it was almost a whisper.
âI like you. Wanna see you again.â
Smoke didnât answer right away. He just pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, lips warm against your skin as he let the words settle between you.
âWe gonâ figure it out,â he said finally, voice low and sure. âYou worth the trouble, baby.â
And that was enough for now.
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âDo you think the way you talk to people is a problem?â
Stack was on the couch, legs spread wide, arms thrown over the back, wide grin completely taking over his face.
âDo you think the way I talk to people is a problem?â
âYouâre answering a question with a question, Stack.â
âYou answerinâ a question with a statement.â
âOkay â letâs pivot. Why do you talk to people the way you do?â
ââCause ainât nobody gonâ beat my ass about it.â
ââŚ.Soooo, one could say because you werenât allowed to express yourself in childhood, you refuse to be filtered as an adult?â
His grin dropped. âNow who the fuck said all that?â
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âHow are you doing today, Smoke?â
Smoke looked like heâd rather be anywhere else.
âIâm coo.â
ââŚ.Do you care to expand?â
âNo.â
ââŚâŚâŚ.â
He looks at meeee and I look at him.
âSee, this is why me and you donât see eye to eye. I canât write you if you donât talk to me.â
Smoke shrugged, âI donât be having nothing to say.â
âWhen I put Annie on the page you got something to say.â
He tilted his head, âThen put my woman on the page witâ me where she belong and keep her away from my brothaâ.â
âOop.â (The author was too stunned to speak).
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âCan I be blunt with you?â
âAlways.â
âA lot of people assume youâre a slut with no depth. What do you say to that?â
Stack shrugged, âFuck âem.â
âStack please â
âI âont give a fuck what these niggas say or think about me.â
âOkay, so hear me out â stop looking like that. I would argue that you do care about what people say and think, maybe a little too much sometimes?â
Stack scoffed, âAnd who the fuck you supposed to be?
ââŚâŚthe author that writes you nigga.â
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âSoâŚ.your childhood.â
âWhat about it?â
âWhatâs the first word that comes to mind when you think of it?â
Smokeâs face was blank. Mouth stayed shut.
âOkay, no. Excuse the unprofessionalism but nigga you gonâ talk. I got five unfinished Google Docs with half sentences âcause you wonna act like you mute. A bitch is spiraling. Iâm tryna beat life, life beating me, and now you donât wonna open yoâ mouth -â
âIght.â Smoke was frowning now. âI donât like all âdat.â
âAll of what?â
âWhen you get emotional like that.â
âEmotions make you uncomfortable?â
ââŚâŚ..â
âMaybe because itâs easier not to feel? Or because you never had any space to feel? Not with the circumstances you grew up in. Not when you spent your whole childhood protecting Stack from them.â
Smokeâs shoulders squared.
âI love my brother.â
âI never said you didnât love your brother.â
ââŚâŚ..â
âI feel like youâre getting defensive.â
âI feel like you pushy.â
âOh my god â Smoke was that a joke???â
âNo.â Smoke didnât blink. âYou really pushy as hell.â
ââŚ..thatâs ironic coming from you.â
His lips turned down, âThe fuck that mean??â
âNothing! Nothing at allâŚâ
â˘
âItâs my turn to ask the questions.â
âThoseâŚare not the rules Stack.â
âRules donât apply to me.â
ââŚthatâs exactly why Annie ignoring yoâ ass now.â
Stack smacked his lips. âDonât even bring that shit up. She ignoring me cause she scared she like me. When you gonâ write the rest of that shit anyway?â
âWhenever I write it.â
He pointed, âYou slacking on yoâ job.â
âYou just ready to act an ass at that club.â
Stack smirked, âMe? Act an ass? Do that even sound right?â
â˘
ââŚâŚ.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âHalf of the time I donât even know what to say to you.â
âYou donât gotta say nothing. We can sit here in silence.â
âDo you like silence, Smoke?â
Smoke squinted.
âPlease donât look at me like I just asked something dumb. Let me start again â some people think you use silence as a shield. Or a form of control. Or a defensive mechanism. Do you have any thoughts on that?â
Smoke titled his head. ââŚâŚ..a nigga just canât be quiet?â
A beat of silence passed.
â..âŚtouchĂŠ.â
â˘
âThe people wonna know why you act like that.â
âAnd who the fuck is the people?â
âMe.â
Stack smacked his lips. âMan, how I act??
âYou know how you act, Stack. Impulsive. Reckless. Why is that? And I want an answer from you thatâs at least half way serious.â
Stack set up. Dropped his smirk. âCheck this out. My mama dead. My daddy cared more about a bottle den his own sons. And when he did remember we was alive, he was beatinâ my ass. Cause I was too loud. Too quiet. Not staying in a childâs place. Acting too much like a child. I spent my childhood walking on fuckinâ egg shells. Now? Ainât no mufucka gone regulate what I do or how I do it. And I âont give a fuck how reckless it come across.â
âSoâŚchaos, impulsivity â whatever you wonna call it â is your form of control then? Your freedom?â
The smirk was back. âI like you author lady. You got a lil sense.â
â˘
âSo, Iâm in the middle of working on part 2 of Surrender.â
âAnd?â
âDo we like how itâs going so far?â
Smoke blinked. âYou got 3 pages. If that.â
âAnd do you like the three pages?? Damn.â
âI done only said like twenty words. You got me standing there like a mime for more than half of it.â
âAnd whose fault is that???â
âYours.â Smoke squinted his eyes. âYou the writer ainât you?â
â˘
âA lot of people like Blurred Lines.â
ââCourse they do,â Stack said it like that was obvious. âCause Iâm the favorite twin.â
ââŚ.Are you?â
âYeah.â He tapped his fingers on the back of the couch. âAnd errbody know it.â
âFor you to be the little brother, you have a very big ego.â
âYou know what else big? This diââ
âAndddd thatâs the end of your session.â
â˘
âLetâs circle back to what you said earlier. About loving yoâ brother.â
âDo love my brother.â
âAnd do you ever resent him?â
Smokeâs brows drew down.
âResent? I âont like that word.â
âThatâs fine. Give me one of your own.â
ââŚ.Ainât resentment. It just â is what it is. Stack gonâ be Stack. And Iâm gonâ always look out for Stack. He donât got nobody else, never had nobody else. Shit he went through â he deserve to live free I guess.â
âYou said the âshit he went throughâ. You went through shit too, Smoke. Who looks out for you? Who makes sure you live free?â
âStack look out for me.â
âOkay.â
âAnd Annie my freedom. My home.â
âThatâs sweet.â
âAinât tryna be sweet. Just being honest.â
ââŚâŚâ
ââŚâŚ.â
âIm assuming youâre done talking, then?â
âYou supposed to be the writer,â Smoke crossed his arms. âYou tell me.â
ââŚâŚâ
ââŚâŚâ
âYeah, we done.â
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A/n - Yes, this is what goes on in my brain đ. And yes, I probably qualify for a check lmao. Uhh if you read all this for some reason, thanks for entertaining the foolishness?? Lmaoo
Writing been rough for me these days đđ but I miss it real bad at the same time đ. The result of that is my unserious ass tapping in with the twins to try to work through my writers / motivation block lmaoo. Not tagging nobody cause likeâŚidek what this is fr lmao.
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âDo you think the way you talk to people is a problem?â
Stack was on the couch, legs spread wide, arms thrown over the back, wide grin completely taking over his face.
âDo you think the way I talk to people is a problem?â
âYouâre answering a question with a question, Stack.â
âYou answerinâ a question with a statement.â
âOkay â letâs pivot. Why do you talk to people the way you do?â
ââCause ainât nobody gonâ beat my ass about it.â
ââŚ.Soooo, one could say because you werenât allowed to express yourself in childhood, you refuse to be filtered as an adult?â
His grin dropped. âNow who the fuck said all that?â
â˘
âHow are you doing today, Smoke?â
Smoke looked like heâd rather be anywhere else.
âIâm coo.â
ââŚ.Do you care to expand?â
âNo.â
ââŚâŚâŚ.â
He looks at meeee and I look at him.
âSee, this is why me and you donât see eye to eye. I canât write you if you donât talk to me.â
Smoke shrugged, âI donât be having nothing to say.â
âWhen I put Annie on the page you got something to say.â
He tilted his head, âThen put my woman on the page witâ me where she belong and keep her away from my brothaâ.â
âOop.â (The author was too stunned to speak).
â˘
âCan I be blunt with you?â
âAlways.â
âA lot of people assume youâre a slut with no depth. What do you say to that?â
Stack shrugged, âFuck âem.â
âStack please â
âI âont give a fuck what these niggas say or think about me.â
âOkay, so hear me out â stop looking like that. I would argue that you do care about what people say and think, maybe a little too much sometimes?â
Stack scoffed, âAnd who the fuck you supposed to be?
ââŚâŚthe author that writes you nigga.â
â˘
âSoâŚ.your childhood.â
âWhat about it?â
âWhatâs the first word that comes to mind when you think of it?â
Smokeâs face was blank. Mouth stayed shut.
âOkay, no. Excuse the unprofessionalism but nigga you gonâ talk. I got five unfinished Google Docs with half sentences âcause you wonna act like you mute. A bitch is spiraling. Iâm tryna beat life, life beating me, and now you donât wonna open yoâ mouth -â
âIght.â Smoke was frowning now. âI donât like all âdat.â
âAll of what?â
âWhen you get emotional like that.â
âEmotions make you uncomfortable?â
ââŚâŚ..â
âMaybe because itâs easier not to feel? Or because you never had any space to feel? Not with the circumstances you grew up in. Not when you spent your whole childhood protecting Stack from them.â
Smokeâs shoulders squared.
âI love my brother.â
âI never said you didnât love your brother.â
ââŚâŚ..â
âI feel like youâre getting defensive.â
âI feel like you pushy.â
âOh my god â Smoke was that a joke???â
âNo.â Smoke didnât blink. âYou really pushy as hell.â
ââŚ..thatâs ironic coming from you.â
His lips turned down, âThe fuck that mean??â
âNothing! Nothing at allâŚâ
â˘
âItâs my turn to ask the questions.â
âThoseâŚare not the rules Stack.â
âRules donât apply to me.â
ââŚthatâs exactly why Annie ignoring yoâ ass now.â
Stack smacked his lips. âDonât even bring that shit up. She ignoring me cause she scared she like me. When you gonâ write the rest of that shit anyway?â
âWhenever I write it.â
He pointed, âYou slacking on yoâ job.â
âYou just ready to act an ass at that club.â
Stack smirked, âMe? Act an ass? Do that even sound right?â
â˘
ââŚâŚ.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âHalf of the time I donât even know what to say to you.â
âYou donât gotta say nothing. We can sit here in silence.â
âDo you like silence, Smoke?â
Smoke squinted.
âPlease donât look at me like I just asked something dumb. Let me start again â some people think you use silence as a shield. Or a form of control. Or a defensive mechanism. Do you have any thoughts on that?â
Smoke titled his head, ââŚâŚ..a nigga just canât be quiet?â
A beat of silence passed.
â..âŚtouchĂŠ.â
â˘
âThe people wonna know why you act like that.â
âAnd who the fuck is the people?â
âMe.â
Stack smacked his lips, âMan, how I act??
âYou know how you act, Stack. Impulsive. Reckless. Why is that? And I want an answer from you thatâs at least half way serious.â
Stack set up. Dropped his smirk. âCheck this out. My mama dead. My daddy cared more about a bottle den his own sons. And when he did remember we was alive, he was beatinâ my ass. Cause I was too loud. Too quiet. Not staying in a childâs place. Acting too much like a child. I spent my childhood walking on fuckinâ egg shells. Now? Ainât no mufucka gone regulate what I do or how I do it. And I âont give a fuck how reckless it come across.â
âSoâŚchaos, impulsivity â whatever you wonna call it â is your form of control then? Your freedom?â
The smirk was back. ââŚI like you author lady. You got a lil sense.â
â˘
âSo, Iâm in the middle of working on part 2 of Surrender.â
âAnd?â
âDo we like how itâs going so far?â
Smoke blinked. âYou got 3 pages. If that.â
âAnd do you like the three pages?? Damn.â
âI done only said like twenty words. You got me standing there like a mime for more than half of it.â
âAnd whose fault is that???â
âYours.â Smoke squinted his eyes. âYou the writer ainât you?â
â˘
âA lot of people like Blurred Lines.â
ââCourse they do,â Stack said it like that was obvious. âCause Iâm the favorite twin.â
ââŚ.Are you?â
âYeah.â He tapped his fingers on the back of the couch. âAnd errbody know it.â
âFor you to be the little brother, you have a very big ego.â
âYou know what else big? This diââ
âAndddd thatâs the end of your session.â
â˘
âLetâs circle back to what you said earlier. About loving yoâ brother.â
âDo love my brother.â
âAnd do you ever resent him?â
Smokeâs brows drew down.
âResent? I âont like that word.â
âThatâs fine. Give me one of your own.â
ââŚ.Ainât resentment. It just â is what it is. Stack gonâ be Stack. And Iâm gonâ always look out for Stack. He donât got nobody else, never had nobody else. Shit he went through â he deserve to live free I guess.â
âYou said the âshit he went throughâ. You went through shit too, Smoke. Who looks out for you? Who makes sure you live free?â
âStack look out for me.â
âOkay.â
âAnd Annie my freedom. My home.â
âThatâs sweet.â
âAinât tryna be sweet. Just being honest.â
ââŚâŚâ
ââŚâŚ.â
âIm assuming youâre done talking, then?â
âYou supposed to be the writer,â Smoke crossed his arms. âYou tell me.â
ââŚâŚâ
ââŚâŚâ
âYeah, we done.â
⢠⢠⢠⢠â˘
A/n - Yes, this is what goes on in my brain đ. And yes, I probably qualify for a check lmao. Uhh if you read all this for some reason, thanks for entertaining the foolishness?? Lmaoo
pairings: Baker!Higuruma x chubby!fem reader x Baker!Nanami
mdni 18+: your lonliness has been at an all time high since your bum ass boyfriend cheated on you. So, you end up in a small bakery where you can eat your sorrows away. But, when you see the two hot owners of the establishment, you wonder whether they can eat you?
includes: chubby/curvy reader | EIFFEL TOWER | pussy eating | fingering | everyone making out w/each other | oral sex (f + m receiving) | food play | squirting | cum everywhere
You're walking around the street alone, dress and hair sticking to your body from the rain, heels nowhere to be found, and mascara running down your puffy cheeks.Â
You were supposed to meet up at your boyfriend's place for your anniversary dinner. You spent hours on your look. From the products you put in your hair, to the dress that accentuates your gorgeous figure, all the way down to the heels you bought for this occasion. You guys were planning on going to a well known restaurant downtownâwell more like you were planning it. Your boyfriend kind of let you take the reins on the whole thing. You made the reservation months in advance and made sure to tell him everyday to cancel any work plans he had that day. So, it is a shocker to you when you walk up to his place, open the door with the spare key he gave you, and see some bitch bouncing on your boyfriend's dick like she has all the time in the world.Â
You stand there in shock, but it seems like they haven't noticed you from the loud moaning and slapping of skin. So, you decide to do what any normal person would doâscream and start smashing his shit.Â
You first grab the nearest vase and throw it straight at the wall near their heads grabbing their attention. "The fuck?" screams the chick who's name you don't even care to know. You then take off your heels and chuck each at both of them.
"You asshole! How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through, you fuck it up for some whore?" Your eyes are stinging with tears but you don't dare let them fall. You grab another vase that coincidently contains flowers that you bought him on a whim one day.Â
"No baby i'm sorry please, it was an accident! She doesn't mean anything I swear!" He has his arms out trying to calm you down. But you are way past calm right now. Not after you've been calm about everything else during this relationship.
The woman stands up and smacks him, "Oh I don't mean anything? That's funny since you were pumping my pussy full of cum for months!" Then everything inside you freezes.
"Months?" You shakily ask.Â
The woman slowly walks up to you with her hands out, "He's been seeing me for around five months. He never mentioned that he was in a relationship. I promise I would have never gotten with him if he was."Â
Your blood had run cold, the both of you have been together for about a year. You were going to celebrate that year tonight. A year where you thought you finally met the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you called home. The image shattered completely in the past five minutes.Â
Slowly, you put the vase down, your eyes move to look at their faces one final time, you turn on your bare heels, and walk out the door with the little bit of dignity you have left.Â
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Now back to the present, you are aimlessly walking the dark street. Heartbroken and really fucking hungry, you notice a shop's light on. You trudge your way over to the warm lighting and walk in. With the bell announcing your presence, you take in the atmosphereâsoft lights, glass display counter with various pastries that look absolutely delectable, small tables surrounding you, and a little cash register. As you are looking around, you don't notice the two tall shadows looming over you until a large hand is on your shoulder.Â
"Excuse me miss?" A deep voice rumbled behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and are met with two tall, handsome men. One with blonde hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, and a stern look with a bit of softness in his eyes. The other has dark brown hair, gloomy eyes, and a slightly aquiline nose. Both are beautiful and you start to feel a bit self conscious of your appearance.Â
"Oh! Hello, I'm sorry for coming in so late, this place was the only one I saw that still had their lights on." You say as your eyes meet the blonde haired man.Â
"It's alright, but we are closed, we were just cleaning up." The blonde man gestures towards the clock, it reading half past nine.Â
You politely apologise again and turn to leave but the other man stops you with a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? You're soaked and barefoot." He points out.Â
You don't know why but the way these two men are looking at you have you tearing up again. They look at each other once, a silent conversation occurring between them and they immediately start moving. One of them moves you to sit on a chair while the other grabs a towel from the kitchen in the back.Â
"Are you hungry sweetheart?" The brunette one questions.Â
"No, I'm alright thank you." You lie. But, right after you say this, your stomach growls in the silence of the bakery. He softly smiles and rises from his chair.Â
"What would you like to eat? We have an assortment of pastries to pick from." He motions his head over to the display case of pastries.Â
Your eyes are immediately drawn to the single slice of strawberry shortcake in the case. He notices how your eyes shine bright when you eye the cake. "That's our most popular one, would you like a slice? It's free of charge." He asks you but is already donning gloves to plate it for you.Â
Once he sets down the cake with a plastic fork, you immediately start digging in. The taste was phenomenalâfrom the decadent taste of the strawberries, the sponge of the cake, and the way the whipped cream melts on your tongue, you feel like you've tasted a piece of heaven. Not to mention it was served by a very attractive man.Â
While you are eating, the blonde man comes out with a soft towel and drapes it over your shoulder. You then look up from your plate to see them both looking fondly upon you. Placing your fork down on your plate you thank them both for the delicious cake and ask them for their names.Â
"Nanami Kento." The blonde responds.
"Higuruma Hiromi." answers the brunette.Â
"Thank you, to the both of you." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. They scoot a little closer to you, one on either side of you.Â
Nanami places a gentle hand on your shoulder, caressing it gently, "What happened darling?"Â
"Its a long story but overall, my boyfriend of a year cheated on me the day of our anniversary." You choke out, trying not to cry in front of these attractive bakers.Â
"Forgive me for saying this sweetheart but he's a fucking idiot." Higuruma scoffs, absolutely appalled at the fact that someone could hurt someone as beautiful as you. That someone could make tears run down those gorgeous cheeks.Â
You laugh at that statement which puts a smile on his face. "I should have seen this coming, I mean you should have seen the girl he was with. She had the body of a modelâperfect skin, hair, face. I could never compete." They make eye contact with each other with a frown, then a slow smirk makes way to their faces.Â
"How would you like to come over to our place? I really don't recommend that you are by yourself during a time like this." Nanami suggests, Higuruma nodding along.Â
You wave your hands in front of you trying to decline their offer, "Oh I really couldn't impose on you both. This is something I have to deal with by myself."Â
Your mind is all over the place at the moment. You catch your boyfriend cheating on you, then you end up in a bakery with two handsome bakers that want to take you home with them.Â
"You know what? Fuck it let's go."Â
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Nanami picks you up as if you weighed nothing and carries you to their car because of your lack of shoes. Once he places you in the back seat, cushioned leather seats providing you a sense of comfort, Higuruma sits in the passenger seat and Nanami starts the car. The car roars to life as you all head to their place.Â
Once you arrive, you notice how nice their complex looks. Tall building with sleek glass windows reflecting everything in view. Before you could open the car door, Higuruma already beat you to itâopening the door and immediately picking you up without breaking a sweat so you don't have to touch the ground with your bare feet.Â
He carries you with Nanami trailing behind him to the elevator, clicks a floor number and you all stand there as the elevator slowly rises. It is silent until you start giggling, finding this entire ordeal hilarious. The men look at you a bit confused until they chuckle to themselves as wellâdeep voices rumbling off the walls and Higuruma's chest sending calming vibrations throughout your body.Â
The elevator door dings as you all reach their floor. You make it inside the apartment and it's a very cozy atmosphere. Dim lighting all around, small kitchen enough for two people, a living room with some soft throw blankets, and a little coffee table with some magazines.Â
Higuruma finally places you down on the hardwood floor and they both watch you walk further in, admiring the slight gleam in your eyes as you take in the place. Nanami speaks up, "Would you like to take a shower?" He offers and your eyes immediately perk up. This whole situation had your mind so scrambled that you didn't even realize that you looked a mess.Â
"Yes please." You respond thankful, walking with him to the bathroom. He hands you a towel, toothbrush, and spare pajamas that definitely belong to one of them. You close the door to the bathroom and actually take a good look at yourself in the mirror over the sink. Your face streaked with mascara and eyeliner, eyes puffy, hair damp, and dress slowly drying up. You look like a mess and everything comes back to the forefront of your brain. The way the woman was on top of him, the shock in his face for being caught, the shattered vase, all of it comes back. Your eyes begin watering again and you start to sniffle, then sob, finally allowing yourself to break.Â
Removing your clothes, you step in the shower to hopefully wash off this whole night. You scrub your face hard enough to wash off every remnant of your tears, wash the rain water out of your hair, and scrub the rest of your body.Â
Stepping out of the shower, you change into the clothes they lended you. Large tshirt over the clean boxers that hug your thighs and ass beautifully. Brushing your teethâ you take a look into the mirror again at your much cleaner state. You walk out of the bathroom and you hear movement coming from another room. Following the sounds of footsteps and rustling, you reach a bedroom. Peeking inside you see both men folding blankets and fluffing pillows. They notice you at the door and with gentle smiles, gesture for you to come in.Â
"You can stay here as long as you would like." Nanami said. "We will take the couches."
You don't know why you said the next words that came out of your mouth but something about the way they have looked at you, made a warmth bloom in your chest, so you told them, "If it's not too much trouble, you could both say here with me? The bed is big enough for all three of us."Â
They stare at you for a beat before nodding and you all get comfortable on the king size bed. Nanami lying on your left and Higuruma your right, and youâsurrounded by the warmth of two men who came to your rescue, you all drift off to sleep.Â
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The sun is shining through the blinds when you wake up alone in bed. The warmth of the two bakers gone. You look around for any sign of them until your eyes stumble across a note on the nightstand:
We left for the bakery, you may help yourself to anything in our home. Stop by around closing to try our new poundcake recipe.
Nanami: xxx-xxx-xxxxÂ
Higuruma: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Text or call us if you need anything.Â
You smile at the note and grab your phone to put both of their numbers in. Not wanting to go to the solitude of your apartment, you decide to lounge around the apartment for the day, preparing small meals for yourselfânot really feeling like eating but have to for the sake of your health.Â
Once you check the clock, you see that it is almost closing at the bakery. You don't want to show up wearing pajamas so you call for a ride to your house to freshen up. Once you've changed you make your way to the bakery. Walking through the door, you don't see anyone around so you call out to them. There was no answer but you hear the clash of some type of pot or pan and you immediately head towards the back area.Â
As you get closer to the kitchen, you hear groans along with small smacking noises. When you finally reach the noise, what you see makes your jaw drop for the second time in 24 hours. There in the kitchen is Nanami and Higuruma deeply making out with one another. Higuruma leaning against a metal table in the center of the kitchen while Nanami is roughly gripping his hips.Â
You're standing there for a good two minutes watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats before Higuruma notices your presence. He pulls away from Nanami and that makes him turn to you as well.Â
"Hello sweetheart, are you enjoying the show?" Higuruma chuckles.
"I-I didn't mean to stare, I just heard a loud bang and-"Â
"It's alright darling," Nanami interrupts, "You can join if you'd like."
"But you told me to come over to try a new poundcake reci-" You cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.
"Ah~ you finally understood the message," Higuruma says while slowly walking up to you, circling you like a sharkâNanami doing the same.Â
On any other day, a situation like this would make you feel scared and disgusted, but right now, you just feel a heat pooling down in your core. A heat that only they could fix.Â
"Tell us you don't want this sweetheart, and we'll stop." Nanami whispers in your ear.Â
Your face feels like it's on fire from their intense stares. Both of them come closer to you, invading your space and filling your senses with their scent. Higuruma plants a soft kiss on your neck which makes you moan softly. Nanami follows suit with a sweet kiss on the other side of your neck. "Please, don't stop."Â
You are then grabbed by the waist and pulled against Higuruma's chest, his hands roaming your plump body. Namami's hands find purchase on your chest, lightly squeezing and grazing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Higuruma's hands slide down to your soft hips and he rubs small circles in an almost comforting gesture.Â
"May I take this off?" Nanami tugs at the hem of your top. You nod, but that's not enough for him, "Use your words darling." He watches your eyes intensely as you open your mouth to speak, "Yes, please." He smiles and slowly lifts the garment over your head, exposing your torso to the slight chill in the air. He moves a hand to the back of your bra, unclipping it slowly to give you time if you want to back out. Once he removes it, he lightly grazes your pebbling nipples with the pads of his thumbs.Â
"Gorgeous," He murmurs seemingly to himself, "So perfect."
He leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts while Higuruma watches. You move your hand to the nape of his neck, breathing heavy at the softness of his lips touching your skin. Higuruma's hands drift lower to take off your skirt and graze his fingertips over your cute panties.Â
Your breath hitches when he pulls them to the side and pulls apart your drenched folds with his index and middle finger, exposing your cunt to the air. "Your drenched babyâdid watching us make out turn you on that much?" He chuckles in your ear, the rumbling from his chest making your body burn with need.Â
He takes his fingers and starts to slowly rub small circles on your clit, drawing soft moans from your throat. Nanami catches your moans in a long kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip to grant him access and you open your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss is sloppy, wet, still trying to catch up with his rhythm. You moans grow louder as Higuruma sticks a finger inside your warm hole, groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight. He whispers in your ear, "Relax sweetheart, let us take care of you."Â
Nanami releases your lips from that bruising kiss, leaving you in a daze. He holds your face in his large hands, thumbs slightly brushing your cheeks, "What would you like us to do sweet girl? This is for you." You look into his eyes that are boring into yours and you whisper, "I need your mouth, here." You gesture towards your pussy that is currently being filled by Higuruma's fingers.Â
Letting go of your face, Nanami slowly goes down on his knees, breathing over your spread lips before licking a long stripe up from Higuruma's fingers to your clit. You let out a loud moan that is cut off by Higuruma turning your head to capture your lips in another searing kiss.Â
The only noises in the kitchen are the squelching wetness of Nanami's tongue and Higuruma's fingers going in and out of your pussyâboth of them going faster once your moans become louder and you start to clench around them. It all reaches a peak once he presses against that soft spot inside of you, making you see stars, "ohmygodâfuuuck" you moan as you release all over his fingers and Nanami's face.Â
They let you take a breath by placing you on top of the counter in the center of the room. You watch them get undressed completely, removing their chef jackets, aprons, and trousers until they are in nothing but their shoes.Â
"Are you okay sweet girl? Do you think you can handle both of us?" Nanami smirks at your shocked expression, but you get off the table to stand in front of him. You start wiggling your hips, rubbing your ass against Nanami's cock but he stops you. You're confused until you look up and see Higuruma standing in front of you holding a container of what appears to be buttercream and a spatula.Â
He opens the container, sticks a finger inside and scoops a little bit of the cream, and smears it on your lips. You stick out your tongue and you pause. It tasted amazingâit wasn't too sweet or dense, the perfect balance of light and fluffy. Nanami turns your head towards him to lick the remaining cream off, moaning into your mouth.Â
"Delicious," Nanami moans into your mouth, "I could get used to this."
You giggle as you lean down to plant a feather light kiss to the tip of Higuruma's cock. His breath hitches as you go from a kiss to kitten licks. While you are doing this, he takes the spatula, picking up some cream and smearing a dollop on your back. He places the container and spatula down on the table and grabs some of your hair to move you on his cock. While this is happening, Nanami grabs your ass, drags his cock over your slick and moves it inside your swollen pussy in one push.Â
You moan around Higuruma's cockâthe vibrations causing him to moan out into the air. With both of them filling you on both ends, they start to moveâHiguruma moving forward, pushing you into Nanami, and Namani pushing you back into Higuruma. The feeling is overwhelming but feels amazing. You feel them getting closer together then hear the smacking noises that you heard earlier happening above you. You take your mouth off of Higuruma's cock and turn your head to look up and see both of them making out right over your back.
Higuruma breaks apart from Nanami to look down at you, "Did I say you could stop?" He growls as he grabs your hair and moves you back to his cock. Both men bend down to lick at the cream on your back âtongues lapping up the sticky substance before going back to roughly kissing each other.Â
It is a mess of skin slapping together and moans coming from all around. You all find a comfortable rhythm. Their hands explore your whole bodyâgroping your plump breasts, squeezing your hips, and Nanami's hand travels down to your clit. He rubs languid circles while fucking into you, pushing Higuruma's cock deeper into your mouth.Â
"I bet your boyfriend couldn't ever fuck you like this. He couldn't make a gorgeous woman like yourself feel this good." Nanami's voice rumbles behind you.Â
"mhmmm~" You moan around Higuruma's cock, trying to respond.Â
"I think her mouth is full Kento." Higuruma laughs, pushing the rest of his cock into your warm mouth. Tears are welling up in your eyes as his happy trail tickles your nose. Your starting to feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach as you near your second orgasm of the night. You notice they are close too because of the quickening pace of their cocks.Â
"Where do you want our cum baby?" One of them say but you are so fucked out you can't make out who.
You pull off Higuruma's cock to respond, "I-I want it inside-haah-please I need it."Â
He grabs your face and caresses your jaw before using his other hand to grab a handful of your hair and shove your mouth back on him. You feel Nanami's hips stutter before he stills and fills up your pussy with continuous ropes of cum.Â
Higuruma's iron grip in your hair tightens as he fills your throat with his cum, making you swallow every drop. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you spill all over Nanami's cock. Your legs shake almost collapsing before Nanami wraps his arms around you to hold you up.Â
He carries you to sit on the table, the cold metal a distinct contrast on your warm and swollen ass from the intensity of Nanami's pelvis smacking against you. Higuruma comes to give you a glass of water and you nod your head thankful.Â
"Drink up pretty, because we aren't done with you yet." Your eyes refocus on Higuruma's hungry gaze, "You still haven't come on my cock."
After tonight, your life was changed, forever.
a/n: Here it is guysss, I really hope you enjoyed reading it! This is from a poll that I posted a while back so I tagged everyone who commented under that post and the teaser I posted. So, if you wanna be tagged in any future works, let me know! Plz remember to take care of yourselves however that may look like, take breaks when you need to, and remember that i'm rooting for you regardless of your situation. Love you all so much <3
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POV: You are about to head to brunch when your man Smoke calls but you hang up in his face... Huge mistake.
A/N: Okay yâall⌠weâre officially diving deeper into the chaos that is Elijah âSmokeâ Moore and Y/N. đ
This one shot is giving attitude, tension, stubbornness, and two people who swear they donât need each other while clearly being obsessed. Smoke may have the reputation, the intimidating presence, and the âdonât play with meâ energy that makes everybody else fall in lineâŚ
But Y/N?
Yeah⌠sheâs different.
Sheâs the one person who isnât scared to check him, challenge him, and remind him that heâs not always in control. And honestly? Thatâs exactly what drives him crazy about her.
Get ready for more back-and-forth, more drama, more chemistry, and the kind of love that comes with a little bit of fire. Because when these two get together, peace was never really an option. đ
Enjoy the ride. â¤ď¸
Warning: Angry!Boy Modern Smoke, rough sex. SMUT. Impregnation.
Word Count: 5054
Pairing: Elijah 'Smoke' Moore x Black!Female Reader
Elijah "Smoke" Moore.
His name alone was enough to make grown men lower their voices and rethink their decisions. People feared him. Respected him. Avoided him.
Everyone...
Except you.
Which was exactly why you got under his skin.
You were halfway out the door, sliding into your shoes, when your phone lit up for what felt like the twentieth time in the last ten minutes.
Elijah.
You sighed dramatically before finally answering, tapping the speaker button.
"Yes, Elijah," you deadpanned. "What could you possibly want?"
A loud kiss of his teeth echoed through the speaker.
"Girl, why the fuck you ain't been answerin' ya phone for?"
Smoke was already pacing the hardwood floors of his penthouse, phone pressed against his ear, jaw tight enough to crack a tooth. Anybody looking at him would've thought somebody had robbed him blind.
You froze in the middle of your living room, one brow raised.
"I told you I was going to brunch with my girls."
Silence.
"You remember? Tonya got promoted last Monday, so we're celebrating."
...
"Elijah."
Nothing.
"You were literally sitting next to me while I was on Zoom with all the girls making these plans."
The silence somehow got louder.
A slow smirk spread across your lips.
"Yeah... that's what I thought."
Smoke dragged a frustrated breath through his nose.
You rolled your eyes so hard they almost disappeared into the back of your head.
"Look, I should've been gone. The only reason I'm still standing here is because you keep blowing my phone up like somebody got shot."
One hand settled on your hip while the other adjusted the strap of your purse.
Your reflection stared back at you from the hallway mirror.
A buttery-yellow cropped jacket hugged your curves perfectly, paired with a matching pleated tennis skirt that showed off just enough leg. Your honey-blonde French-curled braids cascaded down your back, half-up, half-down, framing a face that looked entirely too good to be arguing with a hardheaded man before brunch.
Meanwhile, Smoke was still talking.
Talking...
Talking...
Talking.
You honestly tuned him out somewhere between 'you need to answer' and 'what if something happened?'
"Are you done?" you interrupted, your voice dripping with enough attitude to sour milk.
The line went dead quiet.
"...Girl."
His tone dropped.
"Who you gettin' smart with?"
A laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it.
"Ain't nobody getting smart. You just doing the absolute most."
"You always got a mouthâ"
"And you always got a problem."
Another beat of silence.
You smiled sweetly... the kind of smile that usually came right before somebody got cussed out.
"My ride's here."
"You better notâ"
Click.
You hung up.
Across town...
Smoke slowly lowered his phone from his ear.
His eyebrows knitted together.
"...Did this girl just hang up on me?"
Nobody...
Nobody hung up on Elijah "Smoke" Moore.
His boys sitting around the living room exchanged cautious glances before immediately finding something else to look at. Nobody was volunteering to comment on that.
Meanwhile, you were already locking your front door, sliding your phone into your purse with a satisfied grin.
Finally.
A peaceful brunch.
No drama.
No interruptions.
No Elijah.
Your phone vibrated.
Then again.
And again.
You sighed before pulling it back out.
Smoke: Don't hang up on me.
Another vibration.
Smoke: Are you out ya fuckin' mind?
Then another.
Smoke: Answer the phone.
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost gave you a headache.
"He's so damn dramatic."
You tossed the phone back into your purse without another glance.
If only you knew...
Elijah "Smoke" Moore wasn't finished.
Not even close.
You made it all the way to the restaurant before you realized one very important thing.
You should've known better.
Because when it came to Elijah "Smoke" Moore...
Peace was never really an option.
You stepped out of Lyft, smoothing your yellow skirt down as you walked toward the entrance. The sun hit your skin perfectly, your girls already waiting outside with wide smiles and phones raised.
"Okayyyy!" Tonya shouted the second she saw you. "Look at you! Miss Sunshine herself."
You laughed, pulling her into a hug.
"Girl, it's your celebration. I had to show up cute."
"Baby, you always show up cute," one of your friends teased.
You smiled, rolling your eyes as everyone walked inside.
For the first twenty minutes, everything was perfect.
Mimosas.
Laughing.
Gossip.
Complaining about work.
The usual.
You finally relaxed, leaning back in your chair as Tonya told the story of how her boss surprised her with the promotion.
"See, this is why I love us," you said, lifting your glass. "We really be showing up for each other."
Your phone buzzed.
You ignored it.
Buzz.
Again.
Ignored.
Buzz.
Your friend across from you looked at the table.
"Girl..."
You already knew.
"No."
"That man is blowing your phone up."
You sighed.
"He's being dramatic."
Tonya laughed.
"Elijah Moore? Dramatic?"
You gave her a look.
"Yes. Don't let that scary act fool you. That man is the biggest baby when he doesn't get his way."
Your friends burst into laughter.
Because everybody knew.
The same man who could make an entire room go silent with one look...
Was completely powerless when it came to you.
Your phone buzzed again.
This time you looked.
Smoke: Pick up the fuckinâ phone, Y/N.
You stared at the message.
Then another one came through.
Smoke: I'm not asking twice.
Your eyebrows lifted.
"Oh, he really thinks he's somebody."
Your friend shook her head.
"Girl, answer before he shows up."
You laughed.
"He would not."
A beat passed.
Then your phone rang.
You looked down.
Elijah.
Your smile slowly disappeared.
Because the annoying thing about Elijah was...
He absolutely would.
You answered but didn't say anything.
For a few seconds, all you heard was his breathing.
"Wow."
You took a sip of your drink.
"What?"
"That's how you answer me now? You just gonna sit there quiet?"
You smiled to yourself.
"You called me."
"You hung up on me."
"You deserved it."
A low chuckle came through the phone.
And somehow that irritated you more.
Because Elijah only laughed like that when he knew he was about to get on your nerves.
"You really got an attitude, huh?"
"You really got control issues, huh?"
Silence.
A dangerous kind of silence.
Your friends immediately picked up on it and started watching you.
Because everybody knew that tone.
The two of you could turn a simple conversation into a full-blown war in under thirty seconds.
"You know what your problem is?" Smoke asked.
You leaned back.
"Oh, please enlighten me."
"You think because I let you get away with shit, you can do whatever you want."
You laughed.
"Baby, I don't think that. I know that. Letâs be for real, baby."
Your friends covered their mouths trying not to laugh.
On the other end, Smoke rubbed his forehead.
"You are something else."
"And you're obsessed."
"Obsessed?"
"Yes."
You looked around the table.
"Because no normal person panics because their girlfriend doesn't answer for twenty minutes."
"I wasn't panicking."
You scoffed.
"Elijah."
"What?"
"You called me seventeen times."
"..."
"That's literally the definition of panicking."
He went quiet.
And you smiled because you knew you had him.
Then his voice lowered.
"Where you at?"
Your smile faded slightly.
"Why?"
"Just answer the question."
"No."
A pause.
"No?"
"No."
You took another sip.
"I'm having brunch with my friends. Remember? The thing I told you about three times?"
"I remember."
"Do you?"
"Yeah."
You narrowed your eyes.
Something about his voice had changed.
It wasn't the playful Elijah.
It wasn't the annoying, teasing Elijah.
No.
This was the Elijah that made grown men straighten their backs when he walked into a room.
The one who didn't like being ignored.
"I know one thing," Smoke said, his voice dropping lower. "You hang up on me again... that fine, thick ass of yours gonna regret it. You hear me?"
You stared at your phone with the biggest eye roll of your life.
"Uh huh. Sure, Elijah."
Before he could respond, you ended the call.
Click.
You placed your phone face down on the table and picked up your mimosa like nothing happened.
Your friends stared at you.
"What?" you asked.
Tonya blinked.
"You really just hung up on Elijah Moore?"
You shrugged.
"Yes. And?"
"And you are either the bravest woman alive or absolutely insane."
You smiled.
"Both can be true."
Across town...
Smoke stared down at his phone.
The call had ended.
The woman actually hung up on him.
Again.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence.
Then a slow smirk pulled at his lips.
Because that was the thing about you.
Anybody else would've been nervous.
Anybody else would've apologized.
Anybody else would've tried to calm him down.
But you?
You challenged him.
And somehow that only made him want to bother you more.
Smoke ran a hand over his jaw before dialing another number.
The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
"What's up, brotha? You need something?"
Stack's voice came through the speaker, resulting in a smirk from Smoke.
Meanwhile...
You were having the time of your life.
The conversation had moved on, the drinks were flowing, and for once you weren't thinking about Elijah.
You were laughing so hard your stomach hurt while Tonya reenacted a conversation with her boss.
"Girl, I swear, when he said 'we see leadership qualities in you,' I almost cried."
"You better not cry today," you teased. "This is your celebration."
Everyone laughed.
Then suddenly...
Tonya stopped.
Her expression changed.
Her eyes moved past you.
Slowly.
Confused.
And slightly terrified.
You noticed immediately.
"What?"
She pointed behind you.
"Uh..."
Her voice lowered.
"Y/N."
You looked at her.
"What?"
"Is that Elijah?"
Your smile dropped.
You almost choked on your mimosa.
"What?"
You slowly turned around.
And there he was.
Walking through the restaurant like he owned the entire building.
Elijah "Smoke" Moore.
Dressed in all black.
Black jeans.
Black shirt.
Black watch.
That same unreadable expression on his face.
The kind that made people move out of his way without him saying a word.
Every step he took toward your table made your friends sit up straighter.
You stared at him.
He stared right back.
And the audacity of this man...
The absolute audacity.
You placed your glass down slowly.
"Elijah."
He stopped beside the table, looking down at you.
"Y/N. Ladies."
Your eyebrows lifted.
"Are you serious right now?"
A small smirk appeared on his face.
"Get up."
Your friends exchanged looks.
Because this was no longer brunch.
This was entertainment.
You leaned back in your chair.
"I ain't doin' shit."
Smoke crossed his arms.
"You sure about that?"
"Yep."
Smoke stood there for a moment, staring at you like he was waiting for you to test him.
And knowing you...
You probably would.
You lifted your chin, crossing your arms.
"What?"
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Nothing."
"Exactly. So why are you standing here?"
Your friends tried their best not to laugh.
Because everyone knew this was the same Elijah "Smoke" Moore who had half the city nervous...
And yet here he was arguing with you in the middle of brunch.
Smoke shook his head before reaching into his pocket.
He pulled out a thick roll of cash, peeling through the crisp bills while his eyes never left yours.
"How much the food?"
Tonya blinked.
She looked around at the girls.
Then back at you.
Then at Smoke.
Because she wasn't stupid.
She knew better than to answer the wrong way.
"I... I ain't sure, Elijah."
Smoke didn't say anything.
He simply counted out a few bills before pulling out five crisp hundred-dollar bills.
Your eyes widened.
"Elijah."
He ignored you.
Instead, he handed the money to Tonya.
"Y'all have a good brunch."
Tonya stared at the cash in her hand.
"Elijah, this is too muchâ"
"Nah. It's good."
His eyes stayed locked on you.
"We headin' out."
Your jaw dropped.
"I'm sorry... we?"
Smoke gave you that look.
The one that said he had already made up his mind and there was no point arguing.
Which, unfortunately for him...
Only made you want to argue more.
"No, sir."
You grabbed your purse.
"I am not leaving my brunch because you decided to have a surprise appearance."
Smoke raised an eyebrow.
"Surprise appearance?"
"Yes."
"You mean the brunch you told me about?"
"Yes."
"The brunch where you ignored my calls?"
You narrowed your eyes.
"Don't start."
A few of your friends were silently watching, trying not to laugh.
Because the tension between you two was ridiculous.
Smoke stepped closer.
"Come on."
"No."
"Y/N."
"Elijah."
The two of you stared at each other.
A silent battle.
Neither one willing to back down.
Then Smoke sighed.
"See, this right here..."
He shook his head.
"You always gotta make things difficult."
You smiled sweetly.
"And you always think you can just show up and take over."
Before you could say another word, Smoke reached down, pulled your chair back, and grabbed your handbag from the table.
Your eyes widened.
"Elijah!"
Your friends immediately started laughing.
"Girl..."
"Not him picking you up!"
"You better call somebody!"
But before you could react, Smoke easily lifted you up and threw you over his right shoulder.
"Excuse me?!"
You lightly smacked his back.
"Put me down!"
"Nope."
"Elijah Moore!"
"Yeah?"
"You are embarrassing me!"
He started walking toward the exit like you weighed nothing.
"You embarrassed me when you hung up."
"You are so dramatic!"
"And you're still coming with me."
You looked back at your girls, completely betrayed.
They were no help.
They were crying laughing.
Tonya waved.
"Girl, call us later!"
"TONYA!"
But it was too late.
You were already halfway across the parking lot.
Your girls' laughter echoed behind you, making your embarrassment ten times worse.
"TONYA!" you yelled, still thrown over Smoke's shoulder.
The only response you got was more laughter.
Traitors.
All of them.
You started hitting his back lightly.
"Elijah, put me down!"
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
You gasped.
"Did you just tell me no?"
"Yep."
"You are unbelievable."
"And you're stubborn."
"I am not stubborn!"
Smoke let out a low laugh.
"You arguing with me while I'm carrying you proves my point."
You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't see it.
"People are watching!"
"Let them."
"Elijah!"
You soon arrived at the curb of your home, your arms folded tightly across your chest.
You hadn't said a word the entire ride.
Not one.
You'd spent most of it staring out the passenger window, cheeks still warm from the embarrassment of being carried out of a restaurant like a damn child while your friends laughed their asses off.
And the mimosas definitely weren't helping.
You weren't falling-over drunk, but you were pleasantlyâand unfortunatelyâtipsy enough that your emotions were sitting right on the surface.
Smoke pulled the truck to the curb and put it in park.
The second the engine cut off, you reached for the door handle.
Smoke got out first.
You stayed put.
He walked around the front of the truck and opened your door.
"Come on."
You looked up at him.
"No."
His eyebrow lifted.
"No?"
"No."
You folded your arms tighter.
"I'm still mad at you."
"I figured."
"And embarrassed."
"I figured that too."
"And annoyed."
Smoke nodded slowly.
"Definitely figured that one."
You stared at him.
"Then why are you standing there looking so damn calm?"
He leaned against the open door.
"Because you drunk."
Your eyes widened.
"I am not drunk."
"You had how many mimosas?"
You pointed a finger at him.
"That's none of your business."
He fought back a smile.
"Exactly."
You scoffed and finally climbed out, immediately swaying just a little when your heels hit the pavement.
Smoke's hand instinctively reached for your waist.
You slapped it away.
"Don't touch me."
"Okay."
He raised both hands.
You started walking toward your front door.
One step.
Two.
Three.
You fumbled with your keys.
Smoke stood a few feet behind you, watching.
"You need help?"
"No."
You tried the key again.
Wrong one.
You sighed.
"Stupid keys."
Smoke pressed his lips together.
"Keys ain't the problem."
You slowly turned around.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought."
You turned back around and tried again.
Still wrong.
Smoke finally stepped forward.
"Move."
"No."
"Y/N."
"I got it."
"You've been fighting that lock for thirty seconds."
"Because you are distracting me."
He laughed under his breath.
That did it.
You spun around.
"You think this is funny?"
His smile faded.
"No."
"Because I'm not laughing."
"I know."
"You embarrassed me in front of everybody."
"I know."
"You didn't even let me say goodbye."
"I know."
"And then you justâ"
Your words stumbled over each other.
You stopped, frustrated, blinking hard.
Smoke's expression softened.
"You done?"
You looked away.
"No."
Your voice came out quieter.
"I'm still mad."
"I know."
"You always do this."
"Do what?"
"You act like you can just decide what's happening and everybody else has to go along with it."
Smoke was quiet.
You swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of the alcohol and the day's emotions crashing down on you.
"I just wanted one day with my girls."
There it was.
The real thing underneath all the attitude.
Smoke looked at you for a long moment.
Then he stepped closer.
"I know."
You shook your head.
"No, you don't."
"Yeah, I do."
His voice was calmer now.
"I just wanted to see you."
You scoffed.
"You could've waited until I got home."
"I could've."
"Exactly."
"But I didn't."
You rolled your eyes.
"Obviously."
Smoke reached past you and gently took the keys from your hand.
This time, you didn't fight him.
He unlocked the door.
You stepped inside, immediately kicking off your heels.
"Never again," you mumbled.
Smoke closed the door behind you.
"What's that?"
You pointed at him.
"You."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Me?"
"You are never kidnapping me from brunch again."
A faint smirk appeared.
"Kidnapping?"
"Yes."
"You got in the truck."
"You carried me to it!"
"You walked into the house."
"Because I am independent."
Smoke shook his head, amused.
You narrowed your eyes.
"Don't laugh."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"Maybe a little."
You groaned and dropped onto the couch, covering your face with both hands.
"I cannot believe you."
Smoke stood in front of you.
For once, he didn't tease.
Didn't argue.
Didn't push.
He simply looked at you.
Then quietly said,
"I'll make it up to you."
You peeked through your fingers.
"You better."
His mouth twitched.
"And tomorrow?"
"What?"
"We're gonna talk about that seventeen missed calls."
You stared at him.
"Absolutely not."
He laughed.
You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"Get out."
He caught it easily.
"Nah."
"Elijah."
"Go to sleep, trouble."
You crossed your arms again, glaring at him.
"I'm still mad."
"I know."
"And I don't forgive you."
"I know."
You looked away, fighting a sleepy smile.
"Good."
Smoke watched you for a moment before shaking his head.
"Still got an attitude."
You mumbled under your breath.
"Still got a problem."
And somehow...
Neither of you was ready to let the argument end.
You were still sitting on the couch, arms folded, staring at the television like it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.
Smoke stood across the room.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
You glanced at him.
He wasn't smiling anymore.
His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on you.
"What?" you mumbled.
He shook his head.
"Nothing."
You rolled your eyes.
"There you go again."
"There I go doing what?"
"Looking at me like you wanna say something."
Smoke let out a slow breath through his nose.
"Yeah. I do."
You looked over at him.
"Then say it."
He stepped closer.
"You hung up on me."
You blinked.
"Here we go..."
"Nah. Don't 'here we go' me."
His voice was low now.
"I can deal with you going to brunch. I can deal with you having drinks with your girls. I can deal with you ignoring me for a little while."
He pointed toward you.
"But hanging up in my damn face?"
You scoffed.
"You were threatening me!"
"I wasn't threatening you."
"You literally said my thick ass was gonna regret it!"
"Because you kept playing with me!"
You stared at him.
"And you think that's okay?"
Smoke dragged both hands down his face, visibly frustrated.
"See? This is what I'm talking about."
"What?"
"You always find a way to flip the shit around."
Your eyebrows lifted.
"Because you were wrong."
"I called you because I couldn't get ahold of you."
"You called me seventeen times!"
"Because you weren't answering!"
"Because I was with my friends!"
"I didn't know that!"
"NIGGA, I TOLD YOU!"
"I KNOW!"
His voice echoed through the room.
You went quiet.
Smoke stood there breathing heavily, chest rising and falling beneath his shirt.
For a few seconds, neither of you said anything.
Then he spoke again, quieter.
"I don't give a damn about you having brunch."
His eyes locked onto yours.
"I give a damn about you making me feel like I don't matter."
That caught you off guard.
Your expression softened slightly.
But Smoke wasn't finished.
"You hung up on me like I was some random dude."
He shook his head.
"You don't do that to me."
You swallowed.
"Elijah..."
"No."
He held up a hand.
"Let me finish."
You nodded slowly.
"I ain't asking you to stop having your own life. I ain't asking you to sit by the phone all damn day waiting on me."
He stepped closer.
"But when I call you, answer me. And if you can't answer, tell me that."
His jaw tightened.
"Don't hang up on me like I'm nothing."
You looked down at your hands.
"I wasn't trying to make you feel like that."
"I know."
His voice softened for half a second.
"But that's how it felt."
You were quiet.
Then you muttered,
"You still embarrassed me."
Smoke gave a short laugh with no humor in it.
"You embarrassed me too."
Your head snapped up.
"How?"
"You had me calling your phone seventeen damn times."
You rolled your eyes.
"Oh my God."
"And then you hung up on me."
"You are never letting that go, are you?"
"No."
You stared at him.
He stared right back.
Then he leaned down slightly, his voice dropping.
"Because you need to understand something, Y/N."
You waited.
"I can handle your attitude."
A pause.
"I can handle your mouth."
Another pause.
"I can even handle you being mad at me."
His eyes narrowed.
"But don't ever make me feel like you don't give a damn."
Your anger faltered.
Because underneath all that frustration...
You could hear the fear.
The concern.
The attachment.
You sighed.
"You're still an asshole."
Smoke's eyebrow lifted.
"And you're still drunk."
"I'm tipsy."
"Whatever helps you sleep."
You grabbed the pillow beside you.
"Don't start."
He smirked.
"There she go."
You threw the pillow at him.
He caught it.
And for the first time since the restaurant...
The tension cracked just a little.
But neither of you apologized.
Not yet.
Because you were still mad.
And Smoke?
He was still pissed about that damn phone call.
Smoke didn't throw the pillow back. Instead, he tossed it aside with a careless flick of his wrist, his eyes darkening as he watched you.Â
The brief moment of levity vanished, replaced by a heavy, suffocating heat. The anger hadn't left him; it had just shifted, morphing from a shouting match into something far more primal and possessive.
He stepped into your space, his large frame looming over you on the couch. The smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of raw frustration.
Before he claimed you on the couch, Smokeâs rage hadn't fully burned out; it had just shifted into a need for total submission. He didn't just want your body; he wanted your breath, your voice, and your pride. With a sudden, violent movement, he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head forward, forcing you down onto your knees on the hardwood floor. You let out a startled gasp, but it was cut short as he stepped closer, his heavy dick pulsing and leaking pre-cum just inches from your face.
"Since you love using that mouth to talk back to me," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "let's see how you use it for something useful."
He didn't wait for you to open up. Smoke gripped the back of your head and slammed his thick head into your mouth, forcing his way past your lips in one aggressive shove.
You gagged instantly, your eyes watering as he buried himself deep in your throat, hitting the back of your windpipe with a brutal thud.Â
He didn't care that you were choking; he liked the way your throat clamped around him in a desperate struggle for air. He began to fuck your face with a ruthless, rhythmic intensity, his hips snapping forward to drive his dick deeper and deeper into your gullet. Each thrust was a punishment, a silent command to shut up and take it.Â
He held your head firmly, controlling the pace, forcing you to take every inch of his girth until you were sobbing and gagging around him, your hands clawing uselessly at his thighs.
He groaned, the feeling of your tight, wet throat squeezing him nearly pushing him over the edge, but he pulled out with a wet pop just as you were about to collapse, leaving you breathless and shivering on the floor before he hauled you back up onto the couch to finish what he started.
"You think you're so fuckinâ cute when you're act the fuck up," he growled, his voice vibrating in his chest. "Thinking you can just push me and then act like a brat."
You opened your mouth to snap back, but Smoke didn't give you the chance. He lunged forward, his hand gripping your jaw firmly, forcing your head back against the cushions. His thumb pressed hard into your cheek, pinning you in place.
"I told you that thick ass was gonna regret it," he hissed, his face inches from yours. "And since you like to ignore me so much, I'm gonna make sure you can't think about anything else but me for the rest of the night."
He didn't kiss you gently. He slammed his mouth onto yours in a bruising, demanding collision. It wasn't a request; it was a claim. He tasted of mint and rage, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, raiding it with a hunger that bordered on violent.Â
You moaned into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer even as you tried to fight for dominance.
Smoke groaned, a low, animalistic sound, and ripped your lips away. Without a word, he grabbed the hem of your skirt and yanked it upward, bunching the fabric around your waist. He didn't bother with finesse. He reached down and ripped your panties to the side, the fabric tearing with a sharp snap.
"You're mine," he muttered, his voice a rough rasp. "Every inch of you. You don't get to shut me out."
He stood up just long enough to shred his own clothes, his 8-inch-long, 3-inch-wide dick and springing freeâthick, pulsing, and fully erect, your spit making it shine. He didn't use a condom. He never did. He didn't even ask. He just grabbed your thighs, hoisting them up over his shoulders, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air of the room.
"Look at me," he commanded.
You looked up, eyes hazy with lust and alcohol, and Smoke drove himself into you in one singular, brutal thrust.
"FUCK!" you screamed, your back arching off the couch. He had bottomed out instantly, his heavy balls slapping against your clit. The sheer size of him stretched you to the limit, filling every void, claiming your insides with a ruthless force.
Smoke didn't give you time to adjust. He began to hammer into you, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic, punishing thud. Each stroke was deep and violent, designed to remind you exactly who you belonged to. He wasn't just fucking you; he was marking you.
"Still want to hang up on me?" he gasped, his grip tightening on your thighs until his fingers left bruises. "Still want to play games, Y/N?"
"Smoke... please..." you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side.
"Please what? Please stop? Or please fuck you until you can't walk?" He sneered, leaning down to bite hard on your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin. "I'm gonna put a baby in you.
I'm gonna fill you so full of my cum that you'll feel me leaking out of you for days. That way, every time you think about ignoring me, you'll feel my seed inside you."
The thought sent a jolt of pure electricity through your core. The possessiveness, the raw desire to be claimed and impregnated by him, made your pussy clench tight around him. Smoke felt the squeeze and let out a guttural roar, his pace becoming frantic.
He shifted his angle, digging deeper, hitting your cervix with every punishing drive. He was relentless, his breath coming in ragged heaves, his sweat dripping onto your chest. He was focused on one thing: total colonization.
"I'm filling you up," he groaned, his voice breaking. "I'm claiming this pussy. You're gonna carry my fucking child."
As the climax hit him, Smoke didn't pull back. He slammed himself in as deep as he could go, pinning you to the couch with his entire weight. He let out a long, shaking moan as he erupted inside you.
You felt the hot, thick jets of his cum flooding your womb, wave after wave of seed pumping deep into your depths. He stayed buried inside you, pulsing, ensuring that every single drop of his load stayed trapped within you.
He stayed there for a long time, breathing heavily against your neck, his heart hammering against your ribs. He didn't move, keeping you plugged and filled.
"Now," he whispered, his voice possessive and dark. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You, baby. You."
You sat there on the couch, breathing heavily, your mind still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.
Smoke stayed close for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Then he leaned down, pressed a slow kiss to the top of your head, and stood.
"Stay right here," he murmured.
You barely looked up at him.
"Where you going, baby?"
"Bathroom."
He turned and walked down the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
A second later, you heard the bathroom door click shut.
And that's when the smallest smile appeared on your lips.
Because while Smoke thought he had finally gotten his way...
He hadn't.
Not completely.
You had known exactly what you were doing from the beginning.
The attitude.
The arguing.
The way you kept pushing his buttons.
Even hanging up on him.
It hadn't all been spontaneous.
You knew Elijah.
You knew exactly which buttons to press to get him riled up, exactly how far you could push before that calm exterior cracked.
And tonight?
You'd pushed every single one.
You slowly sat back against the couch, staring toward the hallway.
"Got you," you whispered under your breath.
The bathroom faucet turned on.
Your smile widened.
Smoke thought he was in control.
He had no idea he'd been walking straight into your plan the entire time.
non sexual things that they do, that you find attractive.
CONNIE
when he speaks spanish.. holy guacamole. You love it when he speaks to you in spanish.
â ÂżQuĂŠ pasa, mi alma? â
â Lo siento mucho, cariĂąo, ÂżquĂŠ puedo hacer para mejorarlo?â
â Lo sientoâ
â Tan bonita mamiâ
even though you canât understand majority of it, itâs still attractive to you. seeing how his voice deepen while speaking his native language.
he also peels your oranges for you. and the juice would be dripping down his hands. â here baby.â
heâd stop playing his game to peel your orange for you.
âhold on ony im passing the ball to you bra.. donât let them dunk on you, my wife need me rq.â
âimma join the party bck in like 15 Mi mujer is in need of me.â
âbae you just got your nails done, lemme do it for you.â
not that heâs treating you like a baby or anything you just hate peeling oranges, and connie knows you. If you see that heâs on the game you wonât bother him or if heâs busy youâd rather figure it out yourself.
ây/n ask for helpâ
âGirl iâm your husband idc what anyone say, im here to help and serve you, just as you do me.â
jean
jeans a suckerrrr for late night talks. iâd be a long day, youâd just be coming home from work and jean from his tattoo shop. even though heâs tired, he still make sure he saves enough energy to talk to you. you guys would have long talks on the beach forgetting you had lives outside of your conversations.
âif you were a bee, what flower would you land on?â
â what makes you , you..â
Jean is a very quiet boy! with that it doesnât take that much for him to be observant. he stays out of drama and most definitely doesnât hesitate to stand up for you, no matter who it is.
âyo, youn see sheâs standing right here?? back up..â
âdid you see the yellow flowers that they had decorated in the front y/n?â
â wait what yellow flowers..â he just chuckled and shook his head.
âi went through your reposts and seen that you had reposted these sandals and these flowers like 3 months ago.. im sorry i made you wait that long.â yeah you bawled all day.
to him it wasnât a big deal. But you finally felt seen and heard. And to be loved to you is to be seen.
Armin
When armin drives,heâd had his left hand on the steering wheel and the other tracing little shapes on your thigh. Not in a sexual way!!
he drives fast, but you trust him.
heâd see you tense up in your seat gripping on to your seatbelt. Heâd chuckle a little bit before swimming in traffic.
ây/n u gotchu, im controlling the car.â
âitâs okay baby, i gotchu. God hadnât given us the spirit of fear but of peace, Love and a sound mind right?â
ony
you just love how manly ony is. the way he carries himself and keep his things clean. when you hug him you make sure to inhale his scent.
he dresses like a d boy, a fresh white tee shirt with the gold chain always made you overly swoon for himmmm.
he always babied you, and let you know that you safe with him.
you also loved how emotionally intelligent he was, he was able to communicate with you no matter how he felt.
â y/n i really didnât appreciate how you went about things. instead of talking to me about how you felt you went and told your homegirls.â
ây/n cmere so that you can talk to me, ion like how you be moving weird.â
âhere i gotchu a 10 piece from pretty wings and i got you a flop.â he handed you the food, with giving you a kiss on your head.
he plays with your belly pudge and he rubs your arms. he realized that youâve gotten more insecure because youâve gained happy weight. your waist was a little bigger, and so was your pudge. You werenât worried about your arms until one of your homeboys pointed it out.
so ever since you came home crying ony always sure to remind you of how beautiful you are.
POV: You are about to head to brunch when your man Smoke calls but you hang up in his face... Huge mistake.
A/N: Okay yâall⌠weâre officially diving deeper into the chaos that is Elijah âSmokeâ Moore and Y/N. đ
This one shot is giving attitude, tension, stubbornness, and two people who swear they donât need each other while clearly being obsessed. Smoke may have the reputation, the intimidating presence, and the âdonât play with meâ energy that makes everybody else fall in lineâŚ
But Y/N?
Yeah⌠sheâs different.
Sheâs the one person who isnât scared to check him, challenge him, and remind him that heâs not always in control. And honestly? Thatâs exactly what drives him crazy about her.
Get ready for more back-and-forth, more drama, more chemistry, and the kind of love that comes with a little bit of fire. Because when these two get together, peace was never really an option. đ
Enjoy the ride. â¤ď¸
Warning: Angry!Boy Modern Smoke, rough sex. SMUT. Impregnation.
Word Count: 5054
Pairing: Elijah 'Smoke' Moore x Black!Female Reader
Elijah "Smoke" Moore.
His name alone was enough to make grown men lower their voices and rethink their decisions. People feared him. Respected him. Avoided him.
Everyone...
Except you.
Which was exactly why you got under his skin.
You were halfway out the door, sliding into your shoes, when your phone lit up for what felt like the twentieth time in the last ten minutes.
Elijah.
You sighed dramatically before finally answering, tapping the speaker button.
"Yes, Elijah," you deadpanned. "What could you possibly want?"
A loud kiss of his teeth echoed through the speaker.
"Girl, why the fuck you ain't been answerin' ya phone for?"
Smoke was already pacing the hardwood floors of his penthouse, phone pressed against his ear, jaw tight enough to crack a tooth. Anybody looking at him would've thought somebody had robbed him blind.
You froze in the middle of your living room, one brow raised.
"I told you I was going to brunch with my girls."
Silence.
"You remember? Tonya got promoted last Monday, so we're celebrating."
...
"Elijah."
Nothing.
"You were literally sitting next to me while I was on Zoom with all the girls making these plans."
The silence somehow got louder.
A slow smirk spread across your lips.
"Yeah... that's what I thought."
Smoke dragged a frustrated breath through his nose.
You rolled your eyes so hard they almost disappeared into the back of your head.
"Look, I should've been gone. The only reason I'm still standing here is because you keep blowing my phone up like somebody got shot."
One hand settled on your hip while the other adjusted the strap of your purse.
Your reflection stared back at you from the hallway mirror.
A buttery-yellow cropped jacket hugged your curves perfectly, paired with a matching pleated tennis skirt that showed off just enough leg. Your honey-blonde French-curled braids cascaded down your back, half-up, half-down, framing a face that looked entirely too good to be arguing with a hardheaded man before brunch.
Meanwhile, Smoke was still talking.
Talking...
Talking...
Talking.
You honestly tuned him out somewhere between 'you need to answer' and 'what if something happened?'
"Are you done?" you interrupted, your voice dripping with enough attitude to sour milk.
The line went dead quiet.
"...Girl."
His tone dropped.
"Who you gettin' smart with?"
A laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it.
"Ain't nobody getting smart. You just doing the absolute most."
"You always got a mouthâ"
"And you always got a problem."
Another beat of silence.
You smiled sweetly... the kind of smile that usually came right before somebody got cussed out.
"My ride's here."
"You better notâ"
Click.
You hung up.
Across town...
Smoke slowly lowered his phone from his ear.
His eyebrows knitted together.
"...Did this girl just hang up on me?"
Nobody...
Nobody hung up on Elijah "Smoke" Moore.
His boys sitting around the living room exchanged cautious glances before immediately finding something else to look at. Nobody was volunteering to comment on that.
Meanwhile, you were already locking your front door, sliding your phone into your purse with a satisfied grin.
Finally.
A peaceful brunch.
No drama.
No interruptions.
No Elijah.
Your phone vibrated.
Then again.
And again.
You sighed before pulling it back out.
Smoke: Don't hang up on me.
Another vibration.
Smoke: Are you out ya fuckin' mind?
Then another.
Smoke: Answer the phone.
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost gave you a headache.
"He's so damn dramatic."
You tossed the phone back into your purse without another glance.
If only you knew...
Elijah "Smoke" Moore wasn't finished.
Not even close.
You made it all the way to the restaurant before you realized one very important thing.
You should've known better.
Because when it came to Elijah "Smoke" Moore...
Peace was never really an option.
You stepped out of Lyft, smoothing your yellow skirt down as you walked toward the entrance. The sun hit your skin perfectly, your girls already waiting outside with wide smiles and phones raised.
"Okayyyy!" Tonya shouted the second she saw you. "Look at you! Miss Sunshine herself."
You laughed, pulling her into a hug.
"Girl, it's your celebration. I had to show up cute."
"Baby, you always show up cute," one of your friends teased.
You smiled, rolling your eyes as everyone walked inside.
For the first twenty minutes, everything was perfect.
Mimosas.
Laughing.
Gossip.
Complaining about work.
The usual.
You finally relaxed, leaning back in your chair as Tonya told the story of how her boss surprised her with the promotion.
"See, this is why I love us," you said, lifting your glass. "We really be showing up for each other."
Your phone buzzed.
You ignored it.
Buzz.
Again.
Ignored.
Buzz.
Your friend across from you looked at the table.
"Girl..."
You already knew.
"No."
"That man is blowing your phone up."
You sighed.
"He's being dramatic."
Tonya laughed.
"Elijah Moore? Dramatic?"
You gave her a look.
"Yes. Don't let that scary act fool you. That man is the biggest baby when he doesn't get his way."
Your friends burst into laughter.
Because everybody knew.
The same man who could make an entire room go silent with one look...
Was completely powerless when it came to you.
Your phone buzzed again.
This time you looked.
Smoke: Pick up the fuckinâ phone, Y/N.
You stared at the message.
Then another one came through.
Smoke: I'm not asking twice.
Your eyebrows lifted.
"Oh, he really thinks he's somebody."
Your friend shook her head.
"Girl, answer before he shows up."
You laughed.
"He would not."
A beat passed.
Then your phone rang.
You looked down.
Elijah.
Your smile slowly disappeared.
Because the annoying thing about Elijah was...
He absolutely would.
You answered but didn't say anything.
For a few seconds, all you heard was his breathing.
"Wow."
You took a sip of your drink.
"What?"
"That's how you answer me now? You just gonna sit there quiet?"
You smiled to yourself.
"You called me."
"You hung up on me."
"You deserved it."
A low chuckle came through the phone.
And somehow that irritated you more.
Because Elijah only laughed like that when he knew he was about to get on your nerves.
"You really got an attitude, huh?"
"You really got control issues, huh?"
Silence.
A dangerous kind of silence.
Your friends immediately picked up on it and started watching you.
Because everybody knew that tone.
The two of you could turn a simple conversation into a full-blown war in under thirty seconds.
"You know what your problem is?" Smoke asked.
You leaned back.
"Oh, please enlighten me."
"You think because I let you get away with shit, you can do whatever you want."
You laughed.
"Baby, I don't think that. I know that. Letâs be for real, baby."
Your friends covered their mouths trying not to laugh.
On the other end, Smoke rubbed his forehead.
"You are something else."
"And you're obsessed."
"Obsessed?"
"Yes."
You looked around the table.
"Because no normal person panics because their girlfriend doesn't answer for twenty minutes."
"I wasn't panicking."
You scoffed.
"Elijah."
"What?"
"You called me seventeen times."
"..."
"That's literally the definition of panicking."
He went quiet.
And you smiled because you knew you had him.
Then his voice lowered.
"Where you at?"
Your smile faded slightly.
"Why?"
"Just answer the question."
"No."
A pause.
"No?"
"No."
You took another sip.
"I'm having brunch with my friends. Remember? The thing I told you about three times?"
"I remember."
"Do you?"
"Yeah."
You narrowed your eyes.
Something about his voice had changed.
It wasn't the playful Elijah.
It wasn't the annoying, teasing Elijah.
No.
This was the Elijah that made grown men straighten their backs when he walked into a room.
The one who didn't like being ignored.
"I know one thing," Smoke said, his voice dropping lower. "You hang up on me again... that fine, thick ass of yours gonna regret it. You hear me?"
You stared at your phone with the biggest eye roll of your life.
"Uh huh. Sure, Elijah."
Before he could respond, you ended the call.
Click.
You placed your phone face down on the table and picked up your mimosa like nothing happened.
Your friends stared at you.
"What?" you asked.
Tonya blinked.
"You really just hung up on Elijah Moore?"
You shrugged.
"Yes. And?"
"And you are either the bravest woman alive or absolutely insane."
You smiled.
"Both can be true."
Across town...
Smoke stared down at his phone.
The call had ended.
The woman actually hung up on him.
Again.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence.
Then a slow smirk pulled at his lips.
Because that was the thing about you.
Anybody else would've been nervous.
Anybody else would've apologized.
Anybody else would've tried to calm him down.
But you?
You challenged him.
And somehow that only made him want to bother you more.
Smoke ran a hand over his jaw before dialing another number.
The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
"What's up, brotha? You need something?"
Stack's voice came through the speaker, resulting in a smirk from Smoke.
Meanwhile...
You were having the time of your life.
The conversation had moved on, the drinks were flowing, and for once you weren't thinking about Elijah.
You were laughing so hard your stomach hurt while Tonya reenacted a conversation with her boss.
"Girl, I swear, when he said 'we see leadership qualities in you,' I almost cried."
"You better not cry today," you teased. "This is your celebration."
Everyone laughed.
Then suddenly...
Tonya stopped.
Her expression changed.
Her eyes moved past you.
Slowly.
Confused.
And slightly terrified.
You noticed immediately.
"What?"
She pointed behind you.
"Uh..."
Her voice lowered.
"Y/N."
You looked at her.
"What?"
"Is that Elijah?"
Your smile dropped.
You almost choked on your mimosa.
"What?"
You slowly turned around.
And there he was.
Walking through the restaurant like he owned the entire building.
Elijah "Smoke" Moore.
Dressed in all black.
Black jeans.
Black shirt.
Black watch.
That same unreadable expression on his face.
The kind that made people move out of his way without him saying a word.
Every step he took toward your table made your friends sit up straighter.
You stared at him.
He stared right back.
And the audacity of this man...
The absolute audacity.
You placed your glass down slowly.
"Elijah."
He stopped beside the table, looking down at you.
"Y/N. Ladies."
Your eyebrows lifted.
"Are you serious right now?"
A small smirk appeared on his face.
"Get up."
Your friends exchanged looks.
Because this was no longer brunch.
This was entertainment.
You leaned back in your chair.
"I ain't doin' shit."
Smoke crossed his arms.
"You sure about that?"
"Yep."
Smoke stood there for a moment, staring at you like he was waiting for you to test him.
And knowing you...
You probably would.
You lifted your chin, crossing your arms.
"What?"
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Nothing."
"Exactly. So why are you standing here?"
Your friends tried their best not to laugh.
Because everyone knew this was the same Elijah "Smoke" Moore who had half the city nervous...
And yet here he was arguing with you in the middle of brunch.
Smoke shook his head before reaching into his pocket.
He pulled out a thick roll of cash, peeling through the crisp bills while his eyes never left yours.
"How much the food?"
Tonya blinked.
She looked around at the girls.
Then back at you.
Then at Smoke.
Because she wasn't stupid.
She knew better than to answer the wrong way.
"I... I ain't sure, Elijah."
Smoke didn't say anything.
He simply counted out a few bills before pulling out five crisp hundred-dollar bills.
Your eyes widened.
"Elijah."
He ignored you.
Instead, he handed the money to Tonya.
"Y'all have a good brunch."
Tonya stared at the cash in her hand.
"Elijah, this is too muchâ"
"Nah. It's good."
His eyes stayed locked on you.
"We headin' out."
Your jaw dropped.
"I'm sorry... we?"
Smoke gave you that look.
The one that said he had already made up his mind and there was no point arguing.
Which, unfortunately for him...
Only made you want to argue more.
"No, sir."
You grabbed your purse.
"I am not leaving my brunch because you decided to have a surprise appearance."
Smoke raised an eyebrow.
"Surprise appearance?"
"Yes."
"You mean the brunch you told me about?"
"Yes."
"The brunch where you ignored my calls?"
You narrowed your eyes.
"Don't start."
A few of your friends were silently watching, trying not to laugh.
Because the tension between you two was ridiculous.
Smoke stepped closer.
"Come on."
"No."
"Y/N."
"Elijah."
The two of you stared at each other.
A silent battle.
Neither one willing to back down.
Then Smoke sighed.
"See, this right here..."
He shook his head.
"You always gotta make things difficult."
You smiled sweetly.
"And you always think you can just show up and take over."
Before you could say another word, Smoke reached down, pulled your chair back, and grabbed your handbag from the table.
Your eyes widened.
"Elijah!"
Your friends immediately started laughing.
"Girl..."
"Not him picking you up!"
"You better call somebody!"
But before you could react, Smoke easily lifted you up and threw you over his right shoulder.
"Excuse me?!"
You lightly smacked his back.
"Put me down!"
"Nope."
"Elijah Moore!"
"Yeah?"
"You are embarrassing me!"
He started walking toward the exit like you weighed nothing.
"You embarrassed me when you hung up."
"You are so dramatic!"
"And you're still coming with me."
You looked back at your girls, completely betrayed.
They were no help.
They were crying laughing.
Tonya waved.
"Girl, call us later!"
"TONYA!"
But it was too late.
You were already halfway across the parking lot.
Your girls' laughter echoed behind you, making your embarrassment ten times worse.
"TONYA!" you yelled, still thrown over Smoke's shoulder.
The only response you got was more laughter.
Traitors.
All of them.
You started hitting his back lightly.
"Elijah, put me down!"
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
You gasped.
"Did you just tell me no?"
"Yep."
"You are unbelievable."
"And you're stubborn."
"I am not stubborn!"
Smoke let out a low laugh.
"You arguing with me while I'm carrying you proves my point."
You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't see it.
"People are watching!"
"Let them."
"Elijah!"
You soon arrived at the curb of your home, your arms folded tightly across your chest.
You hadn't said a word the entire ride.
Not one.
You'd spent most of it staring out the passenger window, cheeks still warm from the embarrassment of being carried out of a restaurant like a damn child while your friends laughed their asses off.
And the mimosas definitely weren't helping.
You weren't falling-over drunk, but you were pleasantlyâand unfortunatelyâtipsy enough that your emotions were sitting right on the surface.
Smoke pulled the truck to the curb and put it in park.
The second the engine cut off, you reached for the door handle.
Smoke got out first.
You stayed put.
He walked around the front of the truck and opened your door.
"Come on."
You looked up at him.
"No."
His eyebrow lifted.
"No?"
"No."
You folded your arms tighter.
"I'm still mad at you."
"I figured."
"And embarrassed."
"I figured that too."
"And annoyed."
Smoke nodded slowly.
"Definitely figured that one."
You stared at him.
"Then why are you standing there looking so damn calm?"
He leaned against the open door.
"Because you drunk."
Your eyes widened.
"I am not drunk."
"You had how many mimosas?"
You pointed a finger at him.
"That's none of your business."
He fought back a smile.
"Exactly."
You scoffed and finally climbed out, immediately swaying just a little when your heels hit the pavement.
Smoke's hand instinctively reached for your waist.
You slapped it away.
"Don't touch me."
"Okay."
He raised both hands.
You started walking toward your front door.
One step.
Two.
Three.
You fumbled with your keys.
Smoke stood a few feet behind you, watching.
"You need help?"
"No."
You tried the key again.
Wrong one.
You sighed.
"Stupid keys."
Smoke pressed his lips together.
"Keys ain't the problem."
You slowly turned around.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought."
You turned back around and tried again.
Still wrong.
Smoke finally stepped forward.
"Move."
"No."
"Y/N."
"I got it."
"You've been fighting that lock for thirty seconds."
"Because you are distracting me."
He laughed under his breath.
That did it.
You spun around.
"You think this is funny?"
His smile faded.
"No."
"Because I'm not laughing."
"I know."
"You embarrassed me in front of everybody."
"I know."
"You didn't even let me say goodbye."
"I know."
"And then you justâ"
Your words stumbled over each other.
You stopped, frustrated, blinking hard.
Smoke's expression softened.
"You done?"
You looked away.
"No."
Your voice came out quieter.
"I'm still mad."
"I know."
"You always do this."
"Do what?"
"You act like you can just decide what's happening and everybody else has to go along with it."
Smoke was quiet.
You swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of the alcohol and the day's emotions crashing down on you.
"I just wanted one day with my girls."
There it was.
The real thing underneath all the attitude.
Smoke looked at you for a long moment.
Then he stepped closer.
"I know."
You shook your head.
"No, you don't."
"Yeah, I do."
His voice was calmer now.
"I just wanted to see you."
You scoffed.
"You could've waited until I got home."
"I could've."
"Exactly."
"But I didn't."
You rolled your eyes.
"Obviously."
Smoke reached past you and gently took the keys from your hand.
This time, you didn't fight him.
He unlocked the door.
You stepped inside, immediately kicking off your heels.
"Never again," you mumbled.
Smoke closed the door behind you.
"What's that?"
You pointed at him.
"You."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Me?"
"You are never kidnapping me from brunch again."
A faint smirk appeared.
"Kidnapping?"
"Yes."
"You got in the truck."
"You carried me to it!"
"You walked into the house."
"Because I am independent."
Smoke shook his head, amused.
You narrowed your eyes.
"Don't laugh."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"Maybe a little."
You groaned and dropped onto the couch, covering your face with both hands.
"I cannot believe you."
Smoke stood in front of you.
For once, he didn't tease.
Didn't argue.
Didn't push.
He simply looked at you.
Then quietly said,
"I'll make it up to you."
You peeked through your fingers.
"You better."
His mouth twitched.
"And tomorrow?"
"What?"
"We're gonna talk about that seventeen missed calls."
You stared at him.
"Absolutely not."
He laughed.
You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"Get out."
He caught it easily.
"Nah."
"Elijah."
"Go to sleep, trouble."
You crossed your arms again, glaring at him.
"I'm still mad."
"I know."
"And I don't forgive you."
"I know."
You looked away, fighting a sleepy smile.
"Good."
Smoke watched you for a moment before shaking his head.
"Still got an attitude."
You mumbled under your breath.
"Still got a problem."
And somehow...
Neither of you was ready to let the argument end.
You were still sitting on the couch, arms folded, staring at the television like it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.
Smoke stood across the room.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
You glanced at him.
He wasn't smiling anymore.
His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on you.
"What?" you mumbled.
He shook his head.
"Nothing."
You rolled your eyes.
"There you go again."
"There I go doing what?"
"Looking at me like you wanna say something."
Smoke let out a slow breath through his nose.
"Yeah. I do."
You looked over at him.
"Then say it."
He stepped closer.
"You hung up on me."
You blinked.
"Here we go..."
"Nah. Don't 'here we go' me."
His voice was low now.
"I can deal with you going to brunch. I can deal with you having drinks with your girls. I can deal with you ignoring me for a little while."
He pointed toward you.
"But hanging up in my damn face?"
You scoffed.
"You were threatening me!"
"I wasn't threatening you."
"You literally said my thick ass was gonna regret it!"
"Because you kept playing with me!"
You stared at him.
"And you think that's okay?"
Smoke dragged both hands down his face, visibly frustrated.
"See? This is what I'm talking about."
"What?"
"You always find a way to flip the shit around."
Your eyebrows lifted.
"Because you were wrong."
"I called you because I couldn't get ahold of you."
"You called me seventeen times!"
"Because you weren't answering!"
"Because I was with my friends!"
"I didn't know that!"
"NIGGA, I TOLD YOU!"
"I KNOW!"
His voice echoed through the room.
You went quiet.
Smoke stood there breathing heavily, chest rising and falling beneath his shirt.
For a few seconds, neither of you said anything.
Then he spoke again, quieter.
"I don't give a damn about you having brunch."
His eyes locked onto yours.
"I give a damn about you making me feel like I don't matter."
That caught you off guard.
Your expression softened slightly.
But Smoke wasn't finished.
"You hung up on me like I was some random dude."
He shook his head.
"You don't do that to me."
You swallowed.
"Elijah..."
"No."
He held up a hand.
"Let me finish."
You nodded slowly.
"I ain't asking you to stop having your own life. I ain't asking you to sit by the phone all damn day waiting on me."
He stepped closer.
"But when I call you, answer me. And if you can't answer, tell me that."
His jaw tightened.
"Don't hang up on me like I'm nothing."
You looked down at your hands.
"I wasn't trying to make you feel like that."
"I know."
His voice softened for half a second.
"But that's how it felt."
You were quiet.
Then you muttered,
"You still embarrassed me."
Smoke gave a short laugh with no humor in it.
"You embarrassed me too."
Your head snapped up.
"How?"
"You had me calling your phone seventeen damn times."
You rolled your eyes.
"Oh my God."
"And then you hung up on me."
"You are never letting that go, are you?"
"No."
You stared at him.
He stared right back.
Then he leaned down slightly, his voice dropping.
"Because you need to understand something, Y/N."
You waited.
"I can handle your attitude."
A pause.
"I can handle your mouth."
Another pause.
"I can even handle you being mad at me."
His eyes narrowed.
"But don't ever make me feel like you don't give a damn."
Your anger faltered.
Because underneath all that frustration...
You could hear the fear.
The concern.
The attachment.
You sighed.
"You're still an asshole."
Smoke's eyebrow lifted.
"And you're still drunk."
"I'm tipsy."
"Whatever helps you sleep."
You grabbed the pillow beside you.
"Don't start."
He smirked.
"There she go."
You threw the pillow at him.
He caught it.
And for the first time since the restaurant...
The tension cracked just a little.
But neither of you apologized.
Not yet.
Because you were still mad.
And Smoke?
He was still pissed about that damn phone call.
Smoke didn't throw the pillow back. Instead, he tossed it aside with a careless flick of his wrist, his eyes darkening as he watched you.Â
The brief moment of levity vanished, replaced by a heavy, suffocating heat. The anger hadn't left him; it had just shifted, morphing from a shouting match into something far more primal and possessive.
He stepped into your space, his large frame looming over you on the couch. The smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of raw frustration.
Before he claimed you on the couch, Smokeâs rage hadn't fully burned out; it had just shifted into a need for total submission. He didn't just want your body; he wanted your breath, your voice, and your pride. With a sudden, violent movement, he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head forward, forcing you down onto your knees on the hardwood floor. You let out a startled gasp, but it was cut short as he stepped closer, his heavy dick pulsing and leaking pre-cum just inches from your face.
"Since you love using that mouth to talk back to me," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "let's see how you use it for something useful."
He didn't wait for you to open up. Smoke gripped the back of your head and slammed his thick head into your mouth, forcing his way past your lips in one aggressive shove.
You gagged instantly, your eyes watering as he buried himself deep in your throat, hitting the back of your windpipe with a brutal thud.Â
He didn't care that you were choking; he liked the way your throat clamped around him in a desperate struggle for air. He began to fuck your face with a ruthless, rhythmic intensity, his hips snapping forward to drive his dick deeper and deeper into your gullet. Each thrust was a punishment, a silent command to shut up and take it.Â
He held your head firmly, controlling the pace, forcing you to take every inch of his girth until you were sobbing and gagging around him, your hands clawing uselessly at his thighs.
He groaned, the feeling of your tight, wet throat squeezing him nearly pushing him over the edge, but he pulled out with a wet pop just as you were about to collapse, leaving you breathless and shivering on the floor before he hauled you back up onto the couch to finish what he started.
"You think you're so fuckinâ cute when you're act the fuck up," he growled, his voice vibrating in his chest. "Thinking you can just push me and then act like a brat."
You opened your mouth to snap back, but Smoke didn't give you the chance. He lunged forward, his hand gripping your jaw firmly, forcing your head back against the cushions. His thumb pressed hard into your cheek, pinning you in place.
"I told you that thick ass was gonna regret it," he hissed, his face inches from yours. "And since you like to ignore me so much, I'm gonna make sure you can't think about anything else but me for the rest of the night."
He didn't kiss you gently. He slammed his mouth onto yours in a bruising, demanding collision. It wasn't a request; it was a claim. He tasted of mint and rage, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, raiding it with a hunger that bordered on violent.Â
You moaned into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer even as you tried to fight for dominance.
Smoke groaned, a low, animalistic sound, and ripped your lips away. Without a word, he grabbed the hem of your skirt and yanked it upward, bunching the fabric around your waist. He didn't bother with finesse. He reached down and ripped your panties to the side, the fabric tearing with a sharp snap.
"You're mine," he muttered, his voice a rough rasp. "Every inch of you. You don't get to shut me out."
He stood up just long enough to shred his own clothes, his 8-inch-long, 3-inch-wide dick and springing freeâthick, pulsing, and fully erect, your spit making it shine. He didn't use a condom. He never did. He didn't even ask. He just grabbed your thighs, hoisting them up over his shoulders, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air of the room.
"Look at me," he commanded.
You looked up, eyes hazy with lust and alcohol, and Smoke drove himself into you in one singular, brutal thrust.
"FUCK!" you screamed, your back arching off the couch. He had bottomed out instantly, his heavy balls slapping against your clit. The sheer size of him stretched you to the limit, filling every void, claiming your insides with a ruthless force.
Smoke didn't give you time to adjust. He began to hammer into you, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic, punishing thud. Each stroke was deep and violent, designed to remind you exactly who you belonged to. He wasn't just fucking you; he was marking you.
"Still want to hang up on me?" he gasped, his grip tightening on your thighs until his fingers left bruises. "Still want to play games, Y/N?"
"Smoke... please..." you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side.
"Please what? Please stop? Or please fuck you until you can't walk?" He sneered, leaning down to bite hard on your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin. "I'm gonna put a baby in you.
I'm gonna fill you so full of my cum that you'll feel me leaking out of you for days. That way, every time you think about ignoring me, you'll feel my seed inside you."
The thought sent a jolt of pure electricity through your core. The possessiveness, the raw desire to be claimed and impregnated by him, made your pussy clench tight around him. Smoke felt the squeeze and let out a guttural roar, his pace becoming frantic.
He shifted his angle, digging deeper, hitting your cervix with every punishing drive. He was relentless, his breath coming in ragged heaves, his sweat dripping onto your chest. He was focused on one thing: total colonization.
"I'm filling you up," he groaned, his voice breaking. "I'm claiming this pussy. You're gonna carry my fucking child."
As the climax hit him, Smoke didn't pull back. He slammed himself in as deep as he could go, pinning you to the couch with his entire weight. He let out a long, shaking moan as he erupted inside you.
You felt the hot, thick jets of his cum flooding your womb, wave after wave of seed pumping deep into your depths. He stayed buried inside you, pulsing, ensuring that every single drop of his load stayed trapped within you.
He stayed there for a long time, breathing heavily against your neck, his heart hammering against your ribs. He didn't move, keeping you plugged and filled.
"Now," he whispered, his voice possessive and dark. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You, baby. You."
You sat there on the couch, breathing heavily, your mind still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.
Smoke stayed close for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Then he leaned down, pressed a slow kiss to the top of your head, and stood.
"Stay right here," he murmured.
You barely looked up at him.
"Where you going, baby?"
"Bathroom."
He turned and walked down the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
A second later, you heard the bathroom door click shut.
And that's when the smallest smile appeared on your lips.
Because while Smoke thought he had finally gotten his way...
He hadn't.
Not completely.
You had known exactly what you were doing from the beginning.
The attitude.
The arguing.
The way you kept pushing his buttons.
Even hanging up on him.
It hadn't all been spontaneous.
You knew Elijah.
You knew exactly which buttons to press to get him riled up, exactly how far you could push before that calm exterior cracked.
And tonight?
You'd pushed every single one.
You slowly sat back against the couch, staring toward the hallway.
"Got you," you whispered under your breath.
The bathroom faucet turned on.
Your smile widened.
Smoke thought he was in control.
He had no idea he'd been walking straight into your plan the entire time.
POV: You are the celibate best friend and roommate of Erik. He admits that he have several kinks.
A/N: Okaaaay, so hear me out, yâall lol. I had this⌠vision a very long time ago, thinking âwhat if I had Erik 'Killmonger' Stevens as a roommate and he confessed something to me?â He is your best friend and you will help him in any way you can⌠right? There is some cuss and some smut⌠actually scratch that. Thereâs a lot of smutty activities.Â
Song Inspiration: Mars V. Venus by Usher
Pairing: Erik 'Killmonger' Stevens x Black Female Reader
Word Count: 11223
Warning: Almost every damn kink in the world. Jealousy. Alcohol Use
Days had passed since that night on the couch.
And somehow, Y/N still couldn't stop thinking about it.
She sat cross-legged on her bed, her iPad resting against her thighs as she stared down at the artwork she'd been working on for days. Her stylus rested loosely between her fingers, completely forgotten.
Her mind was somewhere else.
On Erik.
She hated how often his name had been finding its way into her thoughts lately.
The way his voice sounded when he was close to her. The way his presence seemed different now. The way one simple look between them could make her stomach twist with a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.
Lust.
Confusion.
Curiosity.
Maybe even something more.
She frowned and leaned back against her pillows.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Was it her hormones?
Was she ovulating?
Could that really explain why she suddenly couldn't look at her best friend without remembering what had happened between them?
Or was she finally admitting something she'd been avoiding?
Did I really want more than friendship with Erik?
That thought alone made her uncomfortable.
Things between them weren't exactly awkward.
Not technically.
But they weren't normal either.
They didn't joke around the way they usually did. Their conversations had become short and careful. They'd catch each other staring, only for one of them to quickly look away.
They still ate together, but somehow always ended up sitting on opposite sides of the room.
They still asked about each other's day.
Still laughed occasionally.
Still called each other best friend.
But there was a distance now.
A space neither of them seemed willing to cross.
Y/N sighed and looked back down at her iPad.
Her eyes narrowed.
She tilted her head.
Then squinted.
Something about the figure she'd drawn suddenly caught her attention.
The shape of the body.
The posture.
The broad shoulders.
She slowly lowered her stylus.
The character looked...
Just like him.
âOh, hell no.â
Y/N quickly turned the iPad face-down on her bed.
Before she could process what she'd just realized, she heard footsteps approaching her room.
Then came a knock.
âBest friend? You in your room?â
Erik.
Y/N looked toward the locked bedroom door.
Of course.
She glanced down at herself before grabbing her robe and tying it securely around her waist. She walked over and unlocked the door.
When she opened it, Erik was standing on the other side.
He looked nothing like the laid-back guy she'd been sitting beside on the couch a few days ago.
He was dressed sharply in a tailored deep-purple suit with a black dress shirt underneath. A pair of gold-framed glasses peeked from his handkerchief pocket, giving him an effortlessly polished look.
Y/N leaned against the doorframe.
âHey, E.â
He gave her a small grin.
âYou busy? Or nah?â
There was something different about his voice.
Not playful.
Not teasing.
Serious.
âI wanted to talk.â
Y/N slowly straightened.
Her eyes stayed on his.
âNah. You can come in.â
She stepped aside.
Erik walked into the room, glanced around, then grabbed her desk chair and turned it toward the bed. He sat down, spreading his legs slightly as he rested his forearms against them.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Y/N waited.
Finally, Erik exhaled.
âLook, I'ma cut it short.â
Y/N's stomach tightened.
âI ain't want this to happen.â
She remained quiet.
Erik looked down at his hands before looking back at her.
âI won't lie. This shit was fun.â
His expression softened.
âBut I knew this could fuck up the dynamic.â
Y/N swallowed.
Erik leaned forward slightly.
âY/N, you my best friend, shawty. You know that.â
She nodded slowly.
âI just ain't want shit to get weird between us.â
The room went quiet.
Y/N studied him carefully.
His shoulders were tense. His jaw was tight. Even the way he kept rubbing his thumb against the side of his hand told her how uncomfortable this conversation was making him.
He wasn't joking.
He wasn't trying to brush it off.
He meant every word.
And somehow, that scared her more than if he'd walked in there acting like nothing had happened.
Y/N looked down at her hands.
âSo what are you saying?â
Erik paused.
For the first time since he'd entered the room, he looked uncertain.
âI'm saying...â
He rubbed his jaw.
âI don't want to lose our friendship over what we did.â
Y/N could feel herself relaxed.
âNeither do I.â
He looked directly at her.
âGood.â
She stared back at him.
âSo, what now?â Y/N asked.
They held each other's gaze for a long moment.
Erik didn't answer right away. Instead, he slowly opened his arms toward her.
âCome here.â
Y/N hesitated for only a second before moving closer.
Erik gently pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. She settled against him, allowing herself to relax into his warmth. Her eyes closed as she rested her cheek against his shoulder.
For the first time in days, neither of them felt the need to keep their distance.
Erik's hands moved slowly up and down her back, his touch gentle and reassuring. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the tension she'd been carrying finally begin to loosen.
But the longer they stayed like that, the harder it became to pretend the embrace was completely innocent.
His arms tightened around her.
Y/N's fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his shirt.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Y/N's face was still close to his when her lips softly grazed the side of his neck.
Erik's breath caught.
The small gesture immediately brought back memories of weeks ago, and his arms instinctively tightened around her.
Y/N felt the change in him.
She froze.
For a second, they simply stared at each other, both realizing exactly where the moment could lead if they let it.
Y/N slowly pulled herself out of his lap and stood.
She adjusted the belt of her robe, smoothing the fabric down as she tried to collect herself.
The moment was broken.
Erik cleared his throat and leaned back in the chair.
âAnyways...â
Y/N looked at him.
He gave her a small grin, almost as if he were intentionally changing the subject.
âI finally got that engineering project I've been fighting for.â
Y/N's eyes immediately widened.
âWaitâwhat?!â
Erik stood from the chair, his smile growing.
âYeah. They approved the contract this morning.â
Her face lit up.
âE, are you serious?! You finally got it?â
âI'm serious.â
Y/N rushed over and wrapped her arms around him.
âOh my God! Congratulations!â
Erik laughed, hugging her back.
âThank you, best friend.â
She pulled away, still smiling.
âI know you've been working your ass off for that.â
âExactly. So we gotta celebrate.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
âWe?â
âWe.â
He pointed between them.
âYou, me, and the homies.â
Y/N smiled.
âOkay, so what you got planned?â
Erik's grin turned mischievous.
âTomorrow night. Your favorite club.â
Her eyebrows lifted.
âOh, we outside?â
âHell yeah. And before you ask, everything's on me.â
Y/N laughed.
âLook at you!â
âI got something to celebrate now.â
He straightened his jacket before looking at her.
âSo get yourself together. Tomorrow night, we celebrating properly.â
Y/N smiled and shook her head.
âYou already know I'm coming.â
Erik headed toward the door, but paused before stepping out.
He looked back at her.
For just a second, their eyes met again.
The same unspoken tension returned.
Neither of them mentioned it.
Erik simply smiled.
âWell, let me get out of these clothes and grab us some food. You got a taste for anything?â
Y/N watched him walk away.
âMexican food is fine.â
He nodded, and the door closed behind him.
Y/N stood there quietly for a moment before falling back onto her bed.
She stared at the ceiling.
Tomorrow night suddenly felt a lot closer than she wanted it to.
The Next Morning
Sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across Y/N's bedroom.
She groaned beneath the covers and rolled onto her back, reaching blindly for her phone on the nightstand.
8:17 a.m.
âUgh...â
She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before remembering what day it was.
Tonight.
The celebration.
Erik's new project.
The club.
And, unfortunately, Erik himself.
Y/N sat up and rubbed her face.
She had spent half the night thinking about what had happened between them. Every time she convinced herself she was overthinking it, another memory surfaced.
His arms around her.
The way he'd looked at her.
That brief moment before she'd pulled away.
She shook her head.
âGirl, get your shit together.â
She climbed out of bed and grabbed her robe before heading toward the bathroom.
After showering, Y/N returned to her room with a towel wrapped around her hair. She walked over to her closet and opened the doors, staring at the clothes hanging inside.
Tonight needed a look.
A look.
She pulled out a few possibilities and tossed them onto the bed.
Black dress.
No.
Too predictable.
Silver two-piece.
Maybe.
A fitted burgundy dress.
She held it against herself and studied her reflection.
âHmm...â
Her phone suddenly buzzed.
She glanced at the screen.
E đ: Morning best friend. Don't forget tonight.
Y/N smiled despite herself.
She typed back.
Y/N: Boy I know. You the one throwing the damn celebration.
Three dots appeared almost immediately.
E đ: Exactly. So don't be late.
Y/N rolled her eyes.
Y/N: I am never late.
His response came quickly.
E đ: You were late to your own birthday dinner.
Y/N laughed.
Y/N: That was ONE time.
E đ: That was three times.
She stared at the message.
âThis nigga...â
Her fingers moved across the screen.
Y/N: Whatever. I'll be ready.
A few seconds passed.
Then another message appeared.
E đ: Good. And Y/N?
She paused.
Y/N: What?
The typing bubble appeared.
Disappeared.
Then appeared again.
Finally:
E đ: It's good having my best friend back.
Y/N's smile slowly faded into something softer.
She stared at the message for a long moment.
Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard.
There were so many things she could say.
Instead, she settled on the simplest answer.
Y/N: Good having you back too, E.
She placed her phone down.
For the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe.
Maybe tonight could just be about celebrating.
Maybe they could have fun.
Maybe they could pretend everything was normal.
But deep down, Y/N already knew better.
Because when it came to Erik, nothing felt completely normal anymore.
Later That Night
By the time the sun had disappeared, Erik was already downstairs waiting.
He checked his phone for the third time, leaning casually against the wall near the front door. He'd kept his outfit clean, relaxed, and effortlessly put together.
A loose-fitting cream-beige short-sleeve button-up hung open over a fitted black tank top, giving him an easy layered look. Matching wide-leg trousers sat comfortably at his waist, draping naturally over his legs. Black-and-white loafers finished the outfit, adding just enough polish without taking away from the relaxed streetwear feel.
A simple gold chain rested against his chest, paired with a matching bracelet and small gold earrings that caught the warm hallway light whenever he moved. Dark rectangular sunglasses covered his eyes, even though they were already inside, because Erik wasn't about to let a little thing like nighttime stop him from completing the look.
His locs were neatly braided back.
His phone rested loosely in one hand.
He looked good.
He knew he looked good.
But he was getting impatient.
He glanced toward the stairs.
âBest friend taking forever...â
Then he heard footsteps.
Erik looked up.
And forgot whatever complaint he'd been preparing.
Y/N stepped into view.
For a second, he didn't say anything.
She wore a sleek black-and-nude abstract-print dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. The halter neckline dipped elegantly across her chest before gathering at the bust and narrowing into her waist. Painterly nude brushstrokes curved across the black fabric, wrapping around her hips and trailing down the dress like someone had turned a piece of artwork into something she could wear.
The fitted skirt followed her silhouette before falling just above her ankles, moving fluidly with every step.
Erik slowly lowered his phone.
Oh, she ainât playinâ.
Her makeup only made the situation worse.
Her complexion had that soft, radiant finish that made her skin look naturally luminous. Warm contour defined her cheekbones, nose, and jaw while a subtle bronze glow caught across the high points of her face. Her peachy-nude blush gave her cheeks just enough color.
But her eyesâ
Those caught him.
Champagne shimmer covered her lids, fading into a soft neutral crease. Sharp black winged liner elongated her eyes, giving them that lifted, feline shape. Wispy lashes framed them perfectly, while tiny crystal accents near the outer corners caught the light whenever she blinked.
And then there were her lips.
Deep brown-nude liner.
Caramel gloss.
That was all it took.
Erik swallowed.
Câmon, Erik. Pull it together. Itâs just Y/N.
He immediately corrected himself.
But DAMN she look good.
But somehow, neither thought made it any easier.
Y/N stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
âWhy you looking at me like that?â
Erik blinked, realizing he'd been staring.
He quickly slipped his phone into his pocket.
âI'm not.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow.
âYes, you are.â
âI was justââ
He paused.
There was no believable excuse.
So he gave her a slow once-over before meeting her eyes again.
âYou look good.â
Y/N smiled.
âJust good?â
That little challenge in her voice made his mouth twitch.
âYou know damn well you look better than good.â
Her smile widened.
âThank you.â
She stepped closer.
Now it was Y/N's turn to take him in.
She'd seen Erik dressed up plenty of times.
But tonight?
Something about him felt different.
Maybe it was the way the cream and black worked against his skin. Maybe it was the gold catching against his neck and ears. Maybe it was the way his locs were braided back, exposing more of his face.
Or maybe it was simply the fact that she couldn't look at him anymore without remembering that there was something between them neither of them had figured out yet.
Her eyes lingered a second too long.
Damn.
She quickly looked away.
Erik noticed.
Of course he did.
âWhat?â he asked.
Y/N shook her head.
âNothing.â
âYou was staring.â
âI was not.â
âYou definitely was.â
She walked past him, grabbing her purse from the table.
âBoy, shut up.â
Erik laughed under his breath.
He followed her toward the door.
âSo we both just gonna lie tonight?â
Y/N glanced back at him.
Their eyes met.
And for one suspended second, the playful energy disappeared.
There was something heavier underneath it.
Something neither of them could quite name.
Y/N's expression softened.
Erik's did too.
Then she smiled.
âWe going or not?â
He opened the door for her.
âAfter you, best friend.â
She stepped outside.
Erik followed, pulling the door closed behind them.
Neither said what they were thinking.
Neither needed to.
Because the way they'd looked at each other said enough.
And tonight had barely even started.
The Club
The bass could be felt before they even made it through the doors.
A deep, steady thump rolled through the pavement, vibrating beneath Y/N's heels as the line outside slowly moved forward. Neon lights flashed across the entrance, painting the crowd in shades of purple, blue, and red while music spilled through the open doors.
Y/N stepped closer to Erik as they approached the front.
He glanced down at her.
âYou good?â
She smiled.
âI'm good. I'm ready to have fun.â
Erik nodded, but his eyes lingered on her for a second longer than necessary.
The dress.
The makeup.
The way she carried herself tonight.
He looked away before she could catch him again.
They finally made it inside.
The atmosphere immediately swallowed them.
Music blasted from the speakers. Bodies moved together across the dance floor, drinks lifted into the air as people shouted over the beat, and the entire room seemed alive.
Erik placed a hand lightly against Y/N's back as they moved through the crowd.
âStay close.â
Y/N glanced over her shoulder.
âI know how to walk through a club, E.â
âI know. I'm just making sure you don't disappear.â
She smirked.
âYou worried about me?â
âAlways.â
That answer caught her off guard.
For a second, she didn't know what to say.
Then she smiled and turned forward.
They spotted Erik's friends near the VIP section.
âThere they go!â one of the men shouted.
Erik raised a hand.
âWhat's good?â
The group greeted him, immediately congratulating him on the new project.
âMy boy finally got that contract!â
âAbout damn time!â
Erik laughed, shaking his head.
âY'all act like I wasn't gonna get it.â
Y/N stood beside him, smiling proudly.
One of his friends looked at her and nodded appreciatively.
âY/N, you looking good tonight.â
âThank you.â
Erik immediately glanced over.
The friend noticed and laughed.
âWhat?â
Erik gave him a look.
âNothing.â
âMan, you looking at me like I said something wrong.â
Y/N covered her mouth to hide her laugh.
âLeave him alone.â
They settled into the VIP area, drinks arriving almost immediately.
Erik lifted his glass.
âTo the project.â
Everyone raised theirs.
âTo the project!â
Glasses clinked.
Y/N took a sip, smiling.
Erik looked around at his friends, then back at her.
For the first time in days, everything felt easy.
No serious conversations.
No avoiding each other.
No pretending.
Just music, laughter, and the people they cared about.
Then the DJ switched songs.
The beat changed.
Y/N's eyes immediately lit up.
âOh, hell yes.â
She stood.
Erik laughed.
âHere we go.â
She grabbed his hand.
âCome dance.â
He looked at her hand in his.
Then at her.
That familiar spark returned.
âYou sure?â
Y/N smiled.
âI'm sure.â
She pulled him toward the dance floor.
Erik followed.
And as the lights swept over them, the distance they'd spent days building slowly disappeared beneath the music.
For tonight, they weren't worrying about what they were.
They were just Y/N and Erik.
Best friends.
Two people who knew each other better than anyone else.
And two people who were beginning to realize that maybe that wasn't the whole story anymore.
The drinks kept coming.
One round became two, then three, and somewhere between the music, the laughter, and the celebration, the atmosphere around them changed.
The VIP section had gotten louder, but somehow Y/N and Erik had become quieter.
They were back on the dance floor.
The DJ switched to a slower, bass-heavy track, and Y/N immediately turned toward Erik.
She knew the song.
So did he.
Their eyes met.
Neither of them said anything.
Then the lyrics started.
Y/N began rapping along, mouthing every word with a playful confidence that made Erik smile. He joined in, his voice low as he delivered his part of the lyrics.
They moved closer.
Not touching.
Just close enough to feel the energy between them.
Every movement seemed deliberate.
Y/N swayed to the beat, her eyes never leaving his. Erik mirrored her, keeping the smallest amount of space between them.
The crowd moved around them, but neither seemed to notice.
They were completely locked in.
Y/N raised her glass, took another sip, then continued rapping along.
Erik laughed when she emphasized one particular line, shaking his head.
âYou know you be doing too much.â
She leaned slightly closer.
âYou love it.â
His smile faded into something quieter.
âMaybe I do.â
Y/N's expression changed.
The music continued around them.
The lights flashed across his face.
Gold glimmered at his neck.
Her eyes dropped briefly to his mouth before returning to his eyes.
Erik noticed.
Of course he noticed.
His gaze traveled over her face, lingering for just a second before settling back on her eyes.
Neither moved.
The song continued, but suddenly neither of them seemed interested in the lyrics anymore.
Y/N swallowed.
Erik tilted his head slightly.
There was no touching.
No kiss.
Nothing they could point to later and call a mistake.
Just two people standing inches apart, looking at each other like they both wanted something neither one was willing to say out loud.
Y/N smiled softly.
âYou staring again.â
Erik's mouth curved into a slow grin.
âSo are you.â
She laughed under her breath.
âMaybe.â
The next beat dropped.
They both turned toward the crowd at the same time, pretending to get lost in the music.
But a few seconds later, their eyes found each other again.
And this time, neither of them looked away.
The moment between them lasted only a few more seconds before one of Erik's boys appeared beside Y/N with a grin.
âAight, Y/N, let me steal you for a dance.â
Y/N laughed.
âSteal me?â
âJust one.â
She glanced toward Erik.
He gave her a small nod.
âGo ahead.â
There was something unreadable in his expression, but Y/N didn't think much of it.
She let his friend lead her a few steps away.
Erik watched them for a moment before turning toward the bar.
He needed a drink.
Maybe two.
He leaned against the counter and ordered his liquor, taking a slow swallow as his eyes wandered back toward the dance floor.
At first, everything looked fine.
Y/N was laughing.
His friend was dancing.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Then Erik noticed the distance between them disappear.
His friend moved closer.
Too close.
Erik's jaw tightened.
He took another drink.
His eyes never left them.
Y/N's smile had faded.
Her shoulders had gone stiff, and the playful movement she'd had with Erik earlier was gone. She shifted backward slightly, creating space that his friend immediately tried to close.
Erik lowered his glass.
Yeah. Nah.
He knew Y/N.
He knew every little change in her body language.
And she wasn't comfortable.
He set his drink down and started walking toward them.
Y/N noticed him first.
Their eyes met across the dance floor.
Something about his expression made her stomach drop.
He wasn't smiling.
He wasn't joking.
He looked pissed.
Her friend turned around just as Erik reached them.
Erik laughed once, but there was no humor behind it.
âThe problem is you ainât payinâ attention when she was trying to get some space, nigga.â
His friend shook his head.
âBro, don't do all that. She could've told me.â
Y/N spoke from behind Erik.
âI was trying to, Jabari.â
That was enough.
Erik's expression hardened.
âExactly.â
His friend stepped closer.
âYou doing too much over a dance.â
âAnd you was doing way too much over my best friend.â
The words landed differently.
Y/N felt it.
So did Erik.
For a second, neither man said anything.
His friend scoffed.
âYour best friend? Man, ain't nobody worried about that bi-â
Erik's eyes narrowed.
âWatch what you say.â
âI'm just sayingââ
âI said watch what you say.â
Y/N stepped forward.
âErik, it's okay. Iâm good now, E.â
He looked back at her.
The anger in his face softened immediately when he saw her.
âYou good?â
She nodded.
âI'm good. Seriously.â
Erik held her gaze for another second, making sure she meant it.
Then he looked back at his friend.
âWe leaving.â
Y/N blinked.
âE, we don't have toââ
âYes, we do.â
He took her hand.
âCome on.â
She followed him, trying to keep up as he moved through the crowd.
âErik, slow down.â
He stopped.
Y/N stepped in front of him.
âYou're mad.â
âI'm not mad.â
She stared at him.
âYes, you are.â
He exhaled sharply.
âI just don't like seeing you uncomfortable.â
Her expression softened.
âI know.â
She reached for his arm.
âBut you don't have to fight everybody who looks at me wrong.â
That finally pulled a reluctant laugh from him.
âI'm not fighting nobody.â
âYou were about two seconds away from it.â
âHe was getting too close.â
âAnd I handled it.â
Erik looked down at her.
âBarely.â
A beat passed.
Then his eyes dropped toward her hand resting on his arm.
When he looked back at her, the anger had faded into something else.
Something heavier.
âWe going home.â
Y/N sighed.
âFine.â
She turned toward the exit.
Before she could take two steps, Erik suddenly scooped her up.
âErik!â
He swung her over his shoulder, catching her securely as she burst into surprised laughter.
âPut me down!â
âNope.â
âBoy, I swear to Godâ!â
Erik laughed as he carried her toward the exit.
âYou said you wanted me to calm down. I'm calm.â
Y/N smacked his back.
âThis is your version of calm?!â
âYep.â
Despite herself, she started laughing.
And just like that, the jealousy, the tension, and the argument behind them faded beneath the familiar ridiculousness that had always been theirs.
But neither of them could ignore what had caused it.
Erik hadn't just been protecting his best friend.
He'd been jealous.
And they both knew it.
The Uber was quiet.
Not completely silentâthe low hum of the road and faint music from the driver's speakers filled the spaceâbut neither Y/N nor Erik had said much since getting inside.
They sat close together in the backseat, shoulders occasionally brushing whenever the car turned, but neither acknowledged it.
Both were a little tipsy.
Both were still irritated.
Y/N stared out the window, arms folded tightly across her chest.
Erik leaned back beside her, jaw set as he watched the passing city lights.
Every now and then, he'd glance at her.
Every time, she'd catch him and look away.
Finally, Erik sighed.
âYou still mad?â
Nothing.
Y/N kept staring out the window.
âBest friend.â
Nothing.
He shook his head.
âAight.â
The rest of the ride passed in silence.
When they finally pulled up to the house, Y/N immediately opened the door and stepped out.
She marched toward the front door without waiting for him.
Erik followed behind, shaking his head.
âY/N.â
She kept walking.
âY/N.â
Nothing.
He closed the door behind them.
âBest friend.â
She reached the stairs.
âWhat?â
She spun around, irritation written all over her face.
âWhat do you want, Erik?â
He stopped.
âI been calling your name.â
âAnd I heard you.â
âThen why you ignoring me?â
âBecause I'm mad at you!â
Erik stared at her.
âFor what?â
Y/N threw her hands up.
âFor embarrassing me tonight! You didn't have to turn everything into some damn confrontation.â
âHe was making you uncomfortable.â
âI could've handled it!â
âI know you could've.â
âThen why didn't you let me?â
Erik opened his mouth, but stopped.
Y/N was still standing in her heels, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
He noticed.
Her shoulders tightened every time she moved.
She was uncomfortable.
Probably hurting.
Yet she was too stubborn to say anything.
His expression softened.
âHold up.â
Y/N frowned.
âWhat?â
Erik walked toward her.
She watched him with confusion.
âE, what are you doing?â
He didn't answer.
Instead, he lowered himself onto one knee in front of her.
Y/N's anger immediately faltered.
âErik...â
He gently reached for one of her heels.
âYou've been standing in these things all night.â
He carefully slipped the first shoe from her foot.
Y/N looked down at him.
Then he moved to the other, easing it off just as carefully.
When both heels were finally off, Y/N exhaled in relief.
Her feet relaxed against the floor.
Erik looked up at her.
âBetter?â
She nodded slowly.
âYeah.â
The anger in her expression had disappeared.
There was something almost tender in the way she looked at him now.
Erik gave her knees a gentle squeeze before pressing a soft kiss to one knee, then the other.
Y/N's breath caught.
It wasn't playful.
It wasn't teasing.
It was affectionate.
Reassuring.
The kind of gesture that made her feel cared for without him needing to say a word.
He stood again, bringing them face-to-face.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Y/N's eyes searched his.
Erik's voice was quieter when he finally spoke.
âI wasn't trying to embarrass you.â
She swallowed.
âI know.â
âI just...â
He paused.
âI don't like seeing anybody make you uncomfortable.â
Y/N looked down at the heels sitting beside them.
Then back at him.
âYou care too much.â
Erik smiled faintly.
âMaybe.â
She shook her head.
Erik's gaze dropped lower, lingering on her bare feet against the hardwood. The soft arch, the neat polish on her toes, the faint red marks where the heels had pressedâall of it pulled his attention.Â
Y/N caught the way his eyes lingered and shifted her weight, toes curling slightly.
He looked up, meeting her stare. The irritation was still there, but softer now, mixed with something else.
"I know how to make you feel better," he said quietly.
She raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Yeah?"
Erik didn't answer with words. He sank down to his knees again, this time slower, more deliberate. His hands slid up the backs of her calves, warm and steady, until they disappeared beneath the hem of her dress.Â
She felt his fingers hook into the sides of her panties and tug them down, the fabric sliding over her thighs, past her knees, until she stepped out of them.
He pushed the dress up just enough to expose her, the cool air hitting her skin. Y/N's breath hitched as he leaned in, mouth open, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe from her entrance to her clit.Â
No teasing, no warm-upâjust hungry, messy licks that made her thighs twitch.
Erik groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her pussy. He sucked her clit between his lips, then let it go with a wet pop before burying his tongue inside her, fucking her with it in short, filthy thrusts.Â
Spit and slick coated his chin as he worked, the sounds obscene in the quiet hallway.
Y/N's hand found the banister for balance, the other gripping the top of his head.Â
Her irritation melted into something hotter, heavier, her hips rolling forward to meet every stroke of his tongue.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. "Still mad at me?"
She didn't answer.
Y/N grabbed a fistful of Erik's shirt and yanked him up from his knees. Their mouths crashed together, her tongue sliding over his lips so she could taste herself on him. She moaned into the kiss, sucking on his tongue like she wanted every drop of her own slick. Erik's hands clamped onto her waist, then slid down to grip her ass hard enough to bruise.
She tried to steer him toward the stairs, but he was done letting her lead. He bent, hooked an arm behind her thighs, and hoisted her over his shoulder in one smooth motion. Y/N gasped, palms slapping against his back.
"Erikâ"
He answered with a sharp smack to her bare ass, the sound echoing through the hallway. She jerked, then shivered as his palm rubbed over the sting before delivering another.
"My room," he said, already moving. "Now."
Her dress was still bunched around her hips, panties forgotten on the floor. Each step he took made her sway against his shoulder, her wet pussy brushing the fabric of his shirt. He carried her like she weighed nothing, one hand gripping the back of her thigh to keep her steady while the other kept delivering those firm, possessive smacks.
By the time he kicked his bedroom door open and dropped her onto the mattress, her ass was hot and her thighs were slick. Erik stood over her, breathing hard, eyes dark.
"Strip," he ordered, already unbuckling his belt. "And don't make me tell you twice."
Erik stood at the foot of the bed, belt already open, watching Y/N with that dark, unreadable stare. "Strip," he repeated, voice low. "Everything off. I want to see every inch before I use you."
She peeled the dress over her head, exposing her breasts, already hard nipples. The gold heart piercings caught the light, nipples already tight. She kicked her heels off last, leaving her bare except for the jewelry. Erik's eyes dragged over her like he was memorizing every curve.
"Good girl," he said, stepping closer. "Now lie back on the edge of the bed. Head hanging off."
Y/N shifted into position, hair spilling toward the floor. Erik stepped between her spread thighs, shoving his pants down just enough to free his dick. It was already hard, flushed dark at the tip. He gripped the base and tapped it against her lips.
"Open," he ordered. "And keep those hands on your tits. Play with those pierced nipples while I fuck your throat."
She parted her lips and he pushed inside, slow at first, letting her adjust to the stretch. Her tongue pressed up against the underside as he sank deeper. One hand stayed on her breast, fingers rolling and tugging at the gold heart piercing, twisting it just enough to make her moan around his dick. The vibration traveled straight through him.
Erik's hand slid into her hair, holding her steady. He pulled back until just the head rested on her tongue, then thrust forward again, deeper this time. Her throat fluttered around him. She kept working her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds, the metal warm from her fingers.
"That's it," he murmured, voice rough. "Keep playing with them. Don't stop until I tell you."
He started a steady rhythm, fucking into her mouth with controlled thrusts. Each time he pushed deeper, her throat tightened around him. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down her cheeks toward the floor. She gagged once, softly, and he paused, letting her breathe through her nose before continuing.
Y/N's fingers never left her chest. She tugged harder on the piercings, pulling her nipples away from her body, then letting them snap back. The sensation made her thighs twitch. Erik watched everythingâher hands, her throat working around him, the way her eyes watered when he pushed especially deep.
"Look at you," he said, pulling out long enough for her to gasp for air. Strings of spit connected her lips to his dick. "So fucking pretty with your mouth full. Keep those fingers moving. I want those nipples sore by the time I'm done."
He slid back in, deeper than before, until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Her throat spasmed around him. She kept playing with her tits exactly as he'd told her, rolling the piercings between her fingers, twisting them, tugging. Her moans vibrated up his length with every movement.
Erik's grip in her hair tightened. He held her there for a long moment, feeling her throat work around him, before pulling back and letting her suck in air. Spit dripped from her chin onto the floor. Her nipples were red and swollen from her own fingers, the gold hearts gleaming wet.
"Don't stop," he reminded her, already pushing back into her mouth. "Keep playing with them while I use your throat."
Erik kept his dick buried in her throat, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Every time he pushed forward, her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat clenched tight around him. Spit ran down her cheeks in shiny streaks, dripping onto the floor beneath her head.
Her legs were spread wide on the bed, knees bent, and Erik's eyes dropped lower. Her pussy was on full display, glistening and flushed. He watched it for a moment, dick twitching against her tongue, then reached down without breaking his pace.
Two thick fingersâmiddle and ringâslid straight into her pussy. No teasing, no warning. He pushed them deep on the first thrust, burying them to the knuckle while his dick stayed lodged in her throat. Her walls fluttered around the intrusion, hot and slick, and a muffled moan vibrated up his shaft.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he muttered, voice low and rough. His fingers curled inside her, stroking that spongy spot with each pump. He kept fucking her face at the same steady pace, hips snapping forward while his hand worked her pussy in tandem. Wet sounds filled the roomâher throat gagging around his dick, her pussy squelching around his fingers.
Y/N's hands never left her tits. She kept tugging and twisting the gold heart piercings exactly like he'd ordered, nipples red and swollen from the attention. Every time his fingers drove into her, her thighs twitched and her throat spasmed harder around him.
Erik added a third finger without slowing down, stretching her wider. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles while he finger-fucked her deep and steady. Spit and pre-cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, running down her face as he used her throat. His fingers stayed buried in her pussy, pumping hard enough to make her hips jerk off the bed.
"Keep playing with those nipples," he growled, pushing his dick deeper until her throat bulged around the head. "Don't you dare stop."
Erik picked up the pace without warning. His hips snapped forward harder, driving his dick deeper into her throat with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging filled the room as he fucked her face faster, spit flying from the corners of her mouth.
His fingers worked her pussy in the same brutal rhythm, three thick digits plunging in and out while his thumb stayed locked on her clit. Her walls clenched tight around him, dripping down his hand, but every time her thighs started to shake and her moans grew louder around his dick, he pulled back just enough to keep her right on the edge.
"Not yet," he growled, voice low and rough. "You don't get to cum until I say."
Y/N's body trembled under him, her hands still twisting and pulling at her pierced nipples exactly like he'd ordered. Her legs stayed spread wide, pussy exposed and throbbing, but he kept denying her that final push.
Then his hand pulled out completely.
The sharp crack of his palm slapping her soaked pussy echoed through the room. Her whole body jerked hard, and a sudden rush of liquid sprayed from her pussy, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Erik smirked, watching the mess spread across his bed.
"Fuck, look at that," he muttered, then did it againâanother firm slap right against her swollen clit. Another gush of squirt followed, her hips bucking wildly as more liquid soaked into the mattress.
He didn't give her time to recover. Three fingers drove back inside her, curling hard against that sensitive spot while his thumb rubbed tight, fast circles over her clit.
"Go ahead and cum, baby," he ordered, voice thick with lust. "Cum for me."
Her body obeyed instantly. A broken, muffled cry vibrated around his dick as her pussy clamped down hard, then released in a violent gush. Clear liquid sprayed across his sheets in pulsing waves, soaking everything beneath her. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her grip on her own tits going slack as the orgasm ripped through her. Her body went limp, weak and trembling, completely spent from the force of it.
Erik kept his fingers buried deep, feeling every aftershock ripple through her while his dick stayed lodged in her throat, watching her fall apart beneath him.
Erik pulled his dick from her throat in one smooth motion. She gasped hard, lungs filling with air as spit trailed from her lips down her chin. Her chest heaved while she caught her breath, the sudden emptiness making her throat feel raw and open.
"You can stop playing with your nipples now," he said, voice low.
Her hands dropped away from her tits, arms falling limp at her sides. Her whole body felt heavy, spent from everything he'd already put her through.
Erik knelt beside the bed and leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers. The kiss was slower, almost gentle, and she let him pull her upright until she was sitting. His hands stayed on her waist as he guided her back down, laying her flat against the mattress.
He stood and stripped off the rest of his clothes. His dick stayed hard, thick and flushed, the head glistening from her spit. Once he was naked he climbed onto the bed again, settling between her spread legs. He kissed her once more, deeper this time, then lowered his body over hers.
The blunt head of his dick nudged her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her open. She was soaked, but the fit was still tight, her walls gripping every ridge of him. Erik groaned against her mouth, feeling how warm and snug she felt around his length.
Y/N moaned as he sank deeper. He felt massive inside her, long and thick, pressing against every sensitive spot as he bottomed out. Her thighs trembled around his hips. He stayed buried for a moment, then drew back and thrust in again, keeping the pace deliberately slow, letting her feel every drag of his dick through her soaked pussy.
Erik stayed buried inside her, hips pressed flush to hers as he savored the way her pussy clenched around him. He drew back until only the head remained inside, then pushed forward again, slow and deliberate. Each thrust dragged against her walls, stretching her open around his thick length. She felt every inch of him, the way his dick filled her completely, pressing deep with each measured stroke.
Her breath came in short gasps beneath him. He was so big, so long, the head of his dick nudging against her cervix with every slow push. Her legs wrapped around his waist without thinking, pulling him closer. Erik groaned low in his throat, feeling how tight she was, how warm and slick her pussy felt gripping him.
He kept the pace unhurried, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that let her feel every ridge and vein along his shaft. His chest pressed against hers, skin to skin, as he buried his face in her neck. His lips found her pulse point, sucking lightly while his dick continued its slow invasion.
Y/N's hands slid up his back, nails digging in as he thrust deeper. She could feel him throbbing inside her, the steady pulse of his dick matching the beat of her own heart. He pulled back and pushed in again, grinding his pelvis against her clit with each stroke.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he breathed against her ear. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting them higher so he could sink even deeper. The new angle made her gasp, her pussy clenching harder around his length.
Erik maintained the slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and measured. He wanted her to feel every inch of him, wanted her to remember exactly how he stretched her open. His dick dragged against her inner walls with each withdrawal, then filled her completely again as he pushed back in. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, her arousal coating his shaft and making each thrust smoother.
He lifted his head to look down at her, watching her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted as she moaned with each deep stroke. He leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her sounds as his hips continued their slow, steady rhythm.
Erik pulled back slowly, his dick glistening with her wetness as he eased out of her pussy. He sat up on his knees, gripping her thighs firmly to lift and fold her legs until her ankles rested on his broad shoulders. The new position let him sink back inside her with one smooth thrust, his shaft stretching her open deeper than before. He kept his movements controlled at first, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that still felt intimate even as he began to pick up the pace just a fraction.
His hands wrapped around her calves, holding her legs in place as he drove into her. Each thrust now came quicker, his dick sliding in and out of her slick pussy with more force while he stayed gentle enough not to overwhelm her. He leaned forward slightly, pressing a kiss to the inside of one ankle, then another to the other. His tongue traced the sensitive skin there before he took her toes into his mouth, sucking on them one by one while his eyes locked onto hers.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and steady, dominance clear in the way he held her body exactly where he wanted it. His gaze never wavered as he fucked her, hips snapping forward in that quicker pace, his dick filling her completely with every stroke. "You feel that? This pussy is mine right now." He sucked harder on her toes, tongue swirling around them as he maintained eye contact, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face.
Y/N's moans grew louder, her body trembling under his control. He kept thrusting, the wet sound of his dick pounding into her echoing in the room, yet his grip remained firm but careful. His dominance showed in how he positioned her, how he claimed her with each deeper push, how he refused to break that intense stare. "Cum for me," he growled, sucking her toes again while his hips worked faster. Her walls clenched tight around him, pulsing as her orgasm hit hard, her pussy gripping his length in waves while he watched her fall apart beneath him.
Erik eased out of her pulsing pussy after her orgasm, his dick slick and throbbing from the way her walls had milked him. He flipped her over with firm hands, guiding her onto all fours right in front of the full-length mirror. Her big thick black ass rose high in the air as she settled into position, back arched deep so her chest pressed low and her ass cheeks spread wide for him. He knelt behind her, gripping her hips to line up his dick with her entrance before sinking back inside with one steady thrust.
"Look at yourself in the mirror," he ordered, his voice rough with dominance as he started thrusting again, quicker now but still controlled. His eyes met hers through the reflection. "See how fucking perfect you look taking this dick? That used-to-be-celibate pussy is gripping me so tight, so warm and wet around every inch. I can't believe how good you feelâfuck, I wish I'd known sooner. This pussy is mine now. I'm gonna claim it every time I please, whenever I want, no one else gets it."
Y/N moaned, pushing back against him as she watched their reflection. "Yes, Erik, it's yoursâyour dick feels so deep, stretching me just right. Tell me more, I love hearing it."
He pounded into her with firmer snaps of his hips, the wet slap of his body meeting her thick ass filling the room. "That's it, baby, look how your pussy takes me so greedily. So tight and slick, so fucking warm insideâgoddamn, you're perfect. This ass, this pussy, all mine to fuck and fill whenever I need it. You're mine."
"I am, Erikâyour pussy, use it," she gasped back, eyes locked on his in the mirror as her body rocked forward with each thrust. "It feels so good, keep going, claim me."
He kept one hand on her arched back to hold the deep curve, the other sliding up to fist her hair. With a yank, he pulled her head back while still buried deep, leaning over to crush his mouth to hers in a sloppy, open kiss. Tongues tangled messily as they watched each other in the mirror, his dick never stopping its rhythm inside her soaked heat. Her big ass jiggled with every drive forward, her used pussy clenching tighter around him as the kiss turned wetter, saliva dripping between their lips.
When he finally broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva still connected their lips, glistening in the soft lamplight. Erik's grip in her hair tightened, pulling her head back even further until her spine curved like a drawn bow, the arch of her back deepening so her plump ass rose even higher against his hips.
"Look at that," he murmured, voice dropping to something dark and possessive as he tilted his chin toward the mirror. "Look at your greedy fat ass pussy swallowing my dick whole. Watch it stretch around me."
Y/N's eyes followed his command, and she whimpered at the sight. In the mirror, she could see everythingâthe thick, swollen lips of her pussy wrapped tight around Erik's shaft, glistening with arousal and her earlier orgasm. Every time he pulled back, her inner walls grabbed at him, clinging desperately like they refused to let him go. Soft, pink flesh rolled out with him, gripping the ridge of his dick before he slammed back inside, burying himself to the hilt.
"You feel that, baby?" He stayed buried deep, grinding his pelvis against her ass, letting her feel the full weight and heat of him. "Your pussy is pulsing around me. I can feel every little flutter, every spasm, like you're trying to milk me dry. So fucking hungry for this dick."
She clenched involuntarily at his words, and the ripple ran through her channel in a wave, her walls contracting in rapid, rhythmic bursts. Y/N moaned long and low, her head lolling back against his grip. "Yes... yes, Erik, I feel it. It's throbbing, I need you to move."
He laughed low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest and against her back. "You need me to move? Beg for it."
"Please," she gasped, pushing back against him, grinding her big ass against his groin. "Please, Erik, fuck me. Fill me up, I need your dick moving inside me."
"Good girl." He released her hair, palm sliding down the sweat-slicked curve of her spine before planting firmly between her shoulder blades, pressing her upper body down until her cheek nearly touched the cool surface of the mirror. Her ass lifted higher, spread wide, her puffy folds fully exposed and dripping. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the fat head of his dick stretching her entrance, and held there.
She could feel herself pulsing around that stretched rim â her pussy throbbing in frantic, desperate beats, sucking at him, trying to pull him back in. The sight in the mirror was obscene: her glistening, puffy pussy gripping the tip of his dick, wet and swollen, her juices streaking down her thighs.
"Damn, look at that," Erik rasped, one hand moving to spread her ass cheek, pulling it aside to watch the way her entrance clung to him. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, so wet, squeezing me like it never wants to let go. And it never will, right? This pussy is mine. Pulsing, clenching, beggingâall for me."
"Yes, Erik, it's yours!" she cried, watching wide-eyed in the mirror as he finally slammed forward again. The force of it drove the air from her lungs, pushing her chest against the cold glass, her thick ass rippling from the impact. His balls slapped against her clit with each deep drive, and she could feel her inner walls gripping him in desperate waves, massaging every inch of his length as he fucked into her.
"That's it," he groaned, picking up a brutal, punishing rhythm. "Feel how my dick splits you open, how your tight fat ass pussy clenches around me. You're so fucking responsive, babyâI can feel you fluttering around every stroke. Your whole body is just pulsing around this dick."
He wasn't wrong. Y/N's inner walls were rippling continuously now, a constant, aching throb that seemed to sync with her heartbeat. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of contraction through her channel, her pussy squeezing and releasing in quick succession, desperate and greedy. She could feel herself getting close again, that hot coil twisting low in her belly, her inner muscles spasming in anticipation.
"I'm close," she whimpered, her words hitching as he drove into her. "Erik, I'm gonna comeâplease don't stopâ"
"I'm not stopping until I've felt you come around this dick twice," he growled, shifting his angle slightly, aiming for that spot deep inside her. "And I want you to watch, baby. Watch your pussy gush all over my dick and think about whose pussy this belongs to."
His thumb found her clit, pressing down in tight, possessive circles. The combination of his deep, slamming thrusts, the pressure on her swollen clit, and the sight of her own stretched, dripping pussy in the mirror pushed her over the edge within seconds. She came with a broken cry, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her.
And God, Erik felt every second of it. Her walls clamped down in violent, rhythmic pulses, squeezing his dick like a fist, milking him with wave after wave of contractions. He slowed his thrusts, letting her ride it out on his shaft, groaning as he felt each powerful spasm ripple around him.
"There it is," he bit out, voice wrecked with lust. "Feel that, baby? Feel your cum soaking my dick? Feel how it keeps pulsing, over and over, like your pussy's trying to pull me deeper. Fucking perfect."
Y/N whimpered in aftershocks, her legs trembling, her thick ass still pressed high against him. Her reflection stared back at herâflushed, fucked-out, completely ruined. But in the mirror, she could also see the glistening proof of her orgasm coating Erik's shaft, her juices clinging to his skin as her spent walls still fluttered around him.
"Good girl," he murmured, pulling out slowly, letting her feel every inch of her trembling channel stretching and releasing as he slid free. Cool air hit her soaked, pulsing hole, and she could feel it clenching around nothing, still spasming, still desperate. He watched her in the mirror, watching her pussy gape and clench, swallowing empty air.
"Look at that," he said softly, a dark smile curling his lips. "Still hungry, aren't you? Don't worry, baby. We're not done yet."
She didn't move. Not immediately. She just stayed there on all fours, chest heaving, watching him in the mirror with a slow, satisfied smile curling at her lips. The air between them was thick with spent heat, her pussy still clenching around nothing, slick and swollen. But the look in her eyes shiftedâsomething darker, more deliberate.
Erik didn't see it yet.
He reached for her hip, ready to pull her back into position, ready to reclaim control. "Come hereâ"
She slapped his hand away and pivoted on her knees, twisting around to face him. Before he could react, she shoved him hard in the chest, sending him sprawling onto his back against the sheets. His dick stood rigid and glistening, slick with her juices, bobbing against his stomach as he stared up at her, startled.
"My turn," she said simply, and the soft menace in her voice made his breath catch.
She straddled him in one fluid motion, her thick thighs clamping around his waist. Her heavy tits hung low, the twin piercings glinting in the lamplight, the dark nipples hard and pebbled. She planted her palms on his chest, leaning over him so her hair fell around them like a curtain, her lips hovering just above his.
"You think you're the only one who can take control, Erik?" Her voice was low, teasing, a smirk tugging at her mouth. "All that talk about claiming me. Making this pussy yours." She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his slick, throbbing dick, stroking him slowly. "But you forgot one thing, baby."
"What?" he rasped, his hands instinctively moving to her hips.
She guided the head of his dick to her entrance, letting him feel the heat, the wetness, the way her pussy pulsed in anticipation. Then she sank down onto him in one slow, excruciating inch, her walls stretching around his thickness. Both of them groaned.
"This pussy has wanted you for a long, long time," she breathed, holding herself still, just the head buried inside her. "And now that I've got it, I'm gonna use it."
She began to move, rocking her hips in a slow, grinding circle, taking him deeper inch by inch. Her inner muscles contracted around him, pulling him in with every descent. Erik's head fell back, his hands gripping her hips hard, trying to guide her pace.
But she caught his wrists and pinned them to the mattress on either side of his head.
"Ah-ah," she cooed, still moving, slow and torturous. "Hands stay there. You don't get to touch yet."
He let out a frustrated growl, but his fingers curled into the sheets, obeying. She gave him a pleased little smile and leaned forward, letting her heavy pierced breasts drag across his chest, the metal bars scraping his skin. His dick twitched inside her, and she felt itâfelt the way he pulsed, how close he already was.
"God, Erik," she murmured, straightening up and starting to ride him with more intent. Up and down, slow and deep, her hips rolling in a smooth rhythm that made his eyes roll back. "All those months. All those nights you brought girls homeâskinny little things, loud, fake. I heard them, you know. I lay in my room, listening to you fuck them through the wall, and I used to slide my hand into my panties and touch myself."
She clenched around him hard, and his dick throbbed in response. "Every Single. Fucking. Time," she emphasized with each word, punctuating with a sharp roll of her hips. "I'd imagine it was me. That it was my pussy you were stretching, my tits in your mouth, my hands in your hair. I'd come so hard thinking about you, and then I'd hate myself because I knew it would never happen."
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a hot whisper. "But look at me now, Erik. Look at this wet, hungry pussy taking your dick. I finally got what I wanted. And I'm not letting you forget it."
She sat up again, using her thighs to lift almost all the way off him, leaving just the thick head of his dick stretching her entrance. She held there, her walls fluttering around the swollen tip, teasing him with the promise of more.
"Please," he gasped, straining up, trying to drive into her. "Y/Nâ"
She dropped back down without warning, impaling herself on his full length. The force of it made him cry out, his hands flying to her hips again, but she grabbed his wrists again, pressing them into the mattress.
"What did I say about the hands?" she purred, leaning forward, pressing her weight down so he couldn't move. He was strong, but her leverage was perfect, and she pinned him easily. Then she pressed her forearm across his throatânot hard, just a gentle pressure, a soft choke that made his eyes widen and his dick thicken impossibly inside her.
"Don't struggle," she cooed, rocking her hips slowly, grinding against him. "Just feel. Feel how my pussy grips you, Erik. Feel how much it wants you. Every time you fucked those other bitches, this pussy was thinking of you. Every time I made myself come thinking of you, I was saving it allâall this tight, wet heatâjust for you."
Her free hand came up to cup her breast, lifting it, rolling the pierced nipple between her fingers as she rode him. "You want these? You wanna hold them? You wanna fuck these heavy tits while you're buried inside me?"
"Yes," he choked out, his voice raw, his eyes locked on her tits. "God, yes, let me touch themâ"
"Beg," she said simply, riding him faster, her hips slapping against his, her clit grinding against his pubic bone.
"Please," he begged, desperate, his hands opening and closing in the sheets. "Please let me hold them, Y/N, please let me touch your beautiful tits, I need themâ"
She let go of his throat and grabbed his wrists, dragging his hands to her chest. His palms immediately molded to the heavy weight of her breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, thumbs circling her hard, pierced nipples. She moaned, arching her back, grinding down hard on his dick.
"Yes," she hissed, "just like that. Fuck, hold them, play with themâthese are yours now too, Erik. Everything's yours now."
She rode him harder, her body bouncing on top of him, her tits heavy and full in his grip. He was completely lost, his mind blank with pleasure, the soft choke still ringing in his veins. He was closeâshe could feel it in the way his dick throbbed inside her, the way his hips bucked up involuntarily, the way his breathing turned ragged.
"Don't come yet," she warned, slowing down to a teasing grind.
But she could feel him pulsing, his balls tightening, ready to blow. And just as he was about to tip over, she lifted herself off him completelyâabruptly, cruellyâleaving his dick slick, purple, and painfully swollen.
He groaned in frustration, his hands flying to her hips to pull her back down. "No, no, Y/N, what the fuckâ"
She leaned down and kissed him, swallowing his protests. It was a deep, filthy kiss, her tongue sliding against his, wet and slow. He tried to grab her, tried to flip them over, to reclaim control, but she put all her weight on him, pinning him beneath her, and he couldn't move.
She broke the kiss, inches from his face, and smiled. "Patience, baby."
She sat back up, but she didn't sink back onto his dick. Instead, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his slick shaft, coated in her own juices and his leaking pre-cum, and began to jack him off slowly. The sound was wet and obscene, her cum making it easy, her fingers gliding up and down his length.
"What are you doing?" he breathed, his chest heaving, his hips bucking into her fist.
"I'm taking my time," she said, leaning forward again, her lips hovering just a centimeter from his. "You made me wait so long for this dick. So now I'm gonna make you wait for this pussy."
She stroked him slowly, agonizingly, her thumb flicking over the head, spreading his pre-cum around. Her other hand came up to his throat again, resting there, a light, possessive pressure. He could feel the pulse in his throat beating against her fingers.
"Tell me you want it," she whispered, her mouth so close he could taste her breath. "Tell me you want my pussy. Tell me you'll never fuck another girl again. That this is all you'll ever think about."
"I want itâ" he gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting into her grip. "Y/N, I want your pussy, I'll never touch anyone else, I swearâonly you, only your perfect pussyâ"
"Good boy." She tightened her grip, stroking him faster, feeling his dick twitch in her hand. "But you need to say it properly. Look into my eyes and beg me to ride you."
He forced his eyes open, meeting hers. There was so much raw desperation in his gaze, so much surrender, that it made her wet all over again. His voice cracked as he spoke: "Please, Y/N. Please ride me. I need you. I need that wet, fat ass pussy around my dick. I need to feel you come on me. I'll do anythingâI'll beg for you every day. Just please, please let me inside you again."
She smiledâslow, victorious, utterly dominant. "That's my good boy."
She released his throat, used both hands to position his dick at her entrance, and sank down onto him in one smooth, unbroken motion. He cried out, his back arching off the mattress, his hands flying to her hips as she began to ride him with everything she had. Fast, hard, greedyâher thighs working, her heavy tits bouncing with every stroke, her pierced nipples flashing in the lamplight.
He didn't try to take control. He couldn't. He just lay there beneath her, letting her use him, his hands gripping her hips as tightly as he could, his mouth open, his eyes rolling back.
"That's it," she gasped, riding him harder, her clit grinding against him. "Feel that pussy, Erik. Feel how it milks you, how it grips around your dick. You're mine now. You've always been mineâyou just didn't know it."
She came first, her walls clamping down around him in violent, rhythmic waves. She kept riding through it, her body convulsing, her eyes locked on his as she watched him come apart beneath her.Â
She didn't let up. Even as her orgasm ripped through herâclenching, pulsing, her slick walls strangling his dickâshe kept riding, her thighs burning, her breath ragged. But then Erik's hands, which had been gripping her hips, slid up her sides, over her ribs, and wrapped around her back. He pulled her close, and with a sudden surge of strength, he sat up.
The shift made him sink even deeper, the new angle driving his dick into places that made her gasp. They were chest to chest now, her heavy pierced tits pressed flat against him, her legs wrapped around his waist. His arms banded around her, holding her tight, and he began to thrust up into her from below, matching her rhythm, his mouth finding hers in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss.
"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned against her lips, his hips pounding upward. "I'm gonna comeâI'm fucking comingâ"
"Me too," she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stopâdon't you fucking stopâ"
She felt it building again, a second wave, harder than the first. Her pussy clamped down, her inner walls spasming wildly, and this time she squirtedâa hot, gushing release that soaked his lap, his thighs, the sheets beneath them. The sensation of her gushing around him, of her body letting go completely, was the final trigger.
Erik buried his face in her neck, his entire body tensing, and he came with a guttural roar, his dick pulsing deep inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum directly into her core. She kept squirting through it, her fluids mixing with his, spilling out around the base of his dick.
Both of them shookâtrembling, shuddering, their muscles locking up as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through them. He held her so tight she could barely breathe, and she clung to him just as fiercely, her legs locked around his waist, her arms around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together, their breath mingling in hot, uneven bursts.
For a long moment there was only the sound of their panting, the wet sounds of their bodies still connected, the faint drip of their combined release onto the sheets.
Then Y/N let out a breathless laugh, her body still twitching around him.
"Holy shit," she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen.
Erik laughed too, a low, hoarse chuckle, his chest still heaving. "Holy shit is right." He shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "You fucking wrecked me. I think my soul left my body for a second there."
She snorted, smacking his chest weakly. "Don't flatter yourself. You were the one begging to ride me again, remember?"
"Begging? I don't beg." He raised an eyebrow, but the smile didn't fade.
"Uh-huh. 'Please, Y/N, please let me inside you again'âwho said that? A little birdie told me."
"Okay, fine, that was me." He laughed again, softer this time, and his hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "But you earned it. You definitely earned it."
She leaned into his touch, her eyes softening. "So... what now?"
He didn't answer right away. He just looked at herâreally looked at her, her flushed face, the satisfied curve of her mouth, the way her pierced nipples still grazed his chest with every small movement. His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her in for a gentle, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, his voice was low and serious.
"No more other girls."
Her breath caught. "What?"
"You heard me." He held her gaze. "After everything you just saidâabout touching yourself thinking of me, about those nightsâthere's no way I'm ever going to be with anyone else. I don't want to. I want this. Only this. Only you."
She stared at him, her heart hammering. "You mean that?"
"Every word." He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "And what about you? Any more guys you've been saving that speech for?"
She punched his shoulderâlightly. "Fuck no. I've wanted you for so long, Erik. I'm not sharing you, and I'm not letting anyone else touch me." She cupped his jaw, pulling him into another kiss, deeper this time. "Promise me. Say it."
He pulled back, looked her straight in the eyes, and said with absolute sincerity: "I promise. No one else. Ever. Just you and me."
She smiled, a real smile, not a teasing or dominating one. "I promise too. No more anyone. This is it."
They kissed again, slow and sweet, still connected, still trembling from the aftershocks. And then Y/N shifted her hips, a playful glint returning to her eyes.
"So... you think you got another round in you, or did I break you completely?"
Erik groaned, but he was already hardening inside her again. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Maybe," she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. "But what a way to go, donât you think?"
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HOW DID YOU END UP HERE?
The question circled your mind like a vulture ; pouty lips parted around a breath you couldn't seem to steady. Heat climbed the constellation of freckles scattered across your cheeks while your gaze drifted upwardâcaught between the two men standing before you.
One wore a wedding band that matched the one on your own hand, the other wearing a glare that had unraveled you thread by thread.Â
You couldnât have been this naive. Not to realize their plan, or how long theyâd been onto you. But none of this was your plan at all.
It justâhappened.
Louisiana heat was something you didn't just feelâyou wore it like a second skin. Even inside the lecture halls of LSU, the humidity of New Orleans clung to everything, making the air thick and heavy. You had carved out a sanctuary for yourself in the very last row of the Business Administration grad program, your head down, curls cascading over your shoulders as you meticulously took notes. You liked the invisibility of the back rowâit kept the world at bay, allowing you to exist in the quiet hum of your own thoughts. Your own fantasies.
But maybe you were dreaming lucidly, because he couldnât have been carved out of anything but your dreams.
He didn't just walk into the room; he took possession of it. A mountain of a man he was, standing well over six feet with a muscular frame that seemed too large for the cramped university seating. His skin had that healthy, olive glow, dotted with a constellation of freckles and moles that trailed up his arms and settled along the line of his jaw. But it was the ink that caught your eye firstâa dense, intricate sleeve that climbed his arm and crept up the side of his neck, marking him as something far removed from the typical corporate suit in the room. When he scanned the class, those deep green eyes flecked with hazel, landing on the only open seat left. Right next to you.Â
âMr. Yeager. So nice of you to join twenty minutes late."
The scrape of a chair as heâthe giantâdropped into the seat beside you.
The professor then cleared his throatââWell, since weâre all here nowâletâs go around the room. Introduce yourselves. What youâre doing here. Why youâre here."
The room droned on, one polished MBA after another rattling off their five year plans like they were reading from the same corporate script. You tucked a loose cinnamon curl behind your ear, eyes glued to your notebookâuntil a deep, graveled voice cut through the monotony. Â
âEren.âÂ
Your head turned. He wasnât even looking at the classâjust you, those heavy lidded eyes scanning your face like he was memorizing it. Â
âOhâ" you blinked, caught off guard by the directness.
âUm. Iâmâ"
âI know your name," he interrupted, voice lowâââProfessor called on you earlier. Said it real sweet, too. Like he knew you."
Heat flooded your cheeks.Â
ââŚI grew up here. Iâm assuming you didnât?âÂ
One dark brow arched, âNah. German roots. Moved down South young enough to know better,â a pause, âYou askinâ âcause of the accent?"
Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your notebook, the paper crumpling slightly under your grip. Â
âYou talk kinda rough," you pointed out, voice so gentle it barely carried over the hum of the classroom. The moment the words left your lips, you regretted themâtoo forward, too familiar. But instead of bristling, Eren just tilted his head, that dark hair slipping slightly from its bun as he studied you. Â
âYou talk soft,â he countered, "Real soft. Makes a man wanna lean in."
Heat fully prickled up the back of your neck, spreading like wildfire across your cheeks once more. You ducked your head, pretending to scribble something importantâanything to avoid that unblinking gaze. Â
Eren didnât seem to mind the silence. He stretched his legs out under the desk, his work boots scuffing the floor as you couldnât help but notice how his thighs strained against the fabric of his jeans.Â
How does a man like this even fit in these tiny chairs?Â
âMy old manâs handinâ over the business,â he finally said, low and unhurried.Â
âConstruction. Been workinâ it since I was a kid. Figured Iâd get the degree to make him proud.âÂ
You peeked up at him through your lashes, lips curvingââThatâs good," you offered, âReal good."
Eren didnât smile back. He just watched you, eyes tracing the bow of your lips, the flutter of your pulse at your throat. The weight of his attention was suffocatingâintoxicating. It made you feel seen in a way that left your skin too tight, your breath too shallow. Â
âWhat about you?" he asked. Â
"Consulting. After my masterâs."Â
A slow nod, âSmart."
That was it. No empty praise, no fake enthusiasm. Just that one word wrapped in that voiceâdark and rich as Louisiana mud. And somehow, that was the best response you couldâve expected.Â
He listened when you spoke. Not the way most people didâhalf distracted, already forming their next thought. No, Eren listened like he was committing every syllable to memory. Like your words mattered. Â
So, he kept sitting next to you every class. Then he started walking you to your car under the sticky southern sun, his shadow swallowing yours whole. Next thing you knew, his rough hands were sliding into your hair, mouth hot on yours, his voice growling âAll fuckinâ mines" against your skin like a vow. Â
And it was a vow, because yeahâyou married him. Of course you did.
Falling in love with Eren was an easy three years. It was the way he built thingsâhomes from the ground up, families from nothing, a life for you both with his own two hands. His construction business thrived under his command, stitching New Orleans back together one house at a time, healing the scars Katrina left behind decades later. And you? You were his consultant, his right hand, his wife. But Lord knows he never let you lift a finger without him hovering like a storm cloud. Â
The day you painted over the âLand Purchased" sign, the Louisiana sun bronzed your skin, your pale gold marquise cut diamond flashing like firelight against your finger. Your hairâa wild spill of cinnamon, copper, and black Balayage curlsâtumbled past your shoulders, sticking to the sweat on your neck. A white tank top clung to every curve, the fabric stretched taut over heavy tits that sat high and full like some impossible dream. Your shorts, dusted with paint splatters, barely contained the sinful swell of your hips, the tremble of your ass with every step. Â
Eren emerged from the half finished farmhouse, shirtless, his olive skin glistening under the sun. His tattoos flexed as he wiped sweat from his brow, those green eyes locking onto you like you were the only thing worth seeing. Â
âYou love it?"
You giggled, soft and sweet with a nod. That slow, knowing nodâthe one that had him crossing the yard in three strides, his large hands finding your waist. A squeak left your lips as he hoisted you up, your legs locking around his hips like they were made to hold him.Â
âLet me hear you,â he rasped, his breath hot against your mouth. Â
âI love it,â you whimpered, dizzy with the feel of him.
And then? His mouth crashed into yours, deep and claiming like he was sealing the promise of this home, this life, this loveâall built by him, for you.
Everything was perfect. Your wedding day draped New Orleans in goldâthe kind of afternoon where the sunlight dripped like honey, where the air smelled of jasmine and the distant hum of a brass band. Eren stood at the altar, a vision in his tailored suit, his dark hair pulled back to show off that sharp jaw, those eyesâendless, fixed on you like you were the only thing that mattered. You floated toward him in a dress that hugged every sinful curve, lace whispering over wide hips, the sweetheart neckline cradling your heavy tits like an offering. Â
And then? Â
He walked in at the reception.Â
âAinât mean to be late, cherè.âÂ
Oh, he kissed your hand too.Â
âTraffic from Baton Rouge was a bitch.âÂ
Onyankopon.Â
Erenâs best man. His business partner. And good Lord, was he nothing like you expected. Â
Dark as rich mahogany, skin gleaming under the fairy lights, he was a mountain of muscle wrapped in a suit that barely contained him. Tattoos snaked up his neck, curling behind his ear where a small NOLA in bold script marked his temple. His cornrows were immaculate, tight against his scalp, leading down to a beard so sharp it could cut glass. But his handsâ Â
âBig," you blurted, champagne tipsy, swaying in your heels. Â
Onyankopon paused mid step, those heavy lidded eyes sliding to yours. A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips as he took your offered hand, his grip swallowing yours whole.Â
âYeah?" he rumbled, âYoâ ass got tiny ones."
Heat flooded youâsobering, dizzying. Erenâs arm slid around your waist, his chuckle nowhere near amused against your ear.Â
âBehave.âÂ
From that day on? Â
You mightâve been fucked.
No, you told yourself it was nothing. Â
Just admiration. Thatâs all. Â
Onyankopon was your husbandâs best friend, his business partnerâof course youâd notice the way his muscles strained against his wifebeater when he hauled lumber, or the way his deep Creole drawl curled around words like âcherèâ when he handed you coffee on sleepy mornings at the job site. Â
It was simple stuff, really. He would lean over your shoulder to check a blueprint, his cologneâsomething dark and spicyâfilling your lungs, his tattooed forearm brushing your bare skin. And suddenly your throat would go dry, your fingers fumbling over the keyboard like youâd forgotten how to type. Â
So yeah, you lied. Â
Because it wasnât just admiration. Â
It was the way your pulse skittered when he looked at you, like he knew the effect he had. The way your skin burned when his fingersâbig, rough, capableâlingered a second too long handing you paperwork. The way you caught yourself staring at the flex of his back under his shirt when he bent to inspect a foundation, the way your thighs pressed together when he laughed, deep and rasping, at something Eren said. Â
You were careful. So careful. Â
You made sure never to be alone with himâlinger too long in the office, stand too close in the supply closet. You kept your voice steady when you spoke to him, your eyes politely averted, your body angled away. Â
You were married for god sake, what was wrong with you?Â
To a man who worshipped you, who built you a home with his hands, who knew you better than you knew yourself. Youâd never do anything to jeopardize that.
âŚBut looking wasnât bad, right?Â
Right.Â
Wellâthat was all until your husband caught you, anyway.
So here you were now. Keys clacked under your French tips as you leaned over the laptop, sunlight filtering through the half renovated lace curtains of a shotgun home. Behind you, the rhythmic thud of hammers and the occasional sharp ting of metal hitting metal filled the airâEren and Onyankopon moving in that seamless, wordless rhythm theyâd developed over years of working side by side. Â
Erenâs music blared from the Bluetooth speakerâOne Step Closer, Linkin Park. While Onyâs music, Pick Your Poison, Rob49 occasionally overtook it when he cranked his phone volume up just to piss Eren off. It was chaos. It was them.
Thenâthe familiar click of Erenâs Zippo. Â
âFais pas ça dans la maison du client, chĂŠri," Please donât smoke in the clients house, loveâyou murmured, Creole lacing your words like honeyâsweet, but firm. Â
Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, already halfway to the door.
âJâsors," Iâm going out, was a term he often grunted, the cigarette dangling between his lips. Then, as an afterthoughtââWife said she wants white oak now, not maple."
You could feel Onyankoponâs irritation immediately.Â
âThe fuck she mean now?âÂ
You didnât have to look up to know his jaw was clenched, that vein in his temple probably throbbingââI was âbout to start the goddamn window."Â
Eren just shrugged, flicking ash onto the porch stepsââHusbandâs payinâ double."Â
âAinât about the moneyââÂ
âThen quit bitchinâ."Â
A cloud of smoke hit Onyankopon square in the face. Â
âChill out, nigga," he warned, voice dropping into something lethal. Â
âAinât nobody bitchinâ."Â
You finally lifted your head, watching the two of themâpolar opposites, brothers in arms, the kind of friendship that thrived on friction. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as Erenâs gaze flicked toward you from across the roomâa cocky half wink, the one that usually melted you into putty. This time, you just rolled your eyes.
âAnd where does she think weâre gonna find white oak for countertops at six in the afternoon?" you asked.
Eren exhaled another plume of smoke, shifting his weight against the doorframe.Â
âNot just countertops," he corrected, gruffââEverythinâ. Counters to white granite, cabinets to off white."Â
A heavy thud echoed through the room. Â
Onyankopon had just dropped whatever tool heâd been holding. He was now leaning back against the exposed studs of the wall, arms crossed, biceps straining against the rolled up sleeves of his forest green shirt.Â
âMight as well tell her to sign up for a whole new renovation," he rumbled, deep voice edged with irritation. Â
Eren reminded, "Youâre the only one complaininâ."Â
âAinât about complaininâ. Itâs about sense."Â
Onyâs jaw ticked, âThereâs three more days in the contract. This ainât some HGTV bullshit where we magically got time and money to burn."Â
Eren flicked ash off his cigarette, âItâs about client satisfaction."Â
Silence stretched for a beatâthen Onyâs gaze slid to you.Â
âWhat âyou think?"Â
You pressed your lips together, suddenly the unwilling mediator. You werenât a fan of getting between their disputesâmostly because you knew them both too well. Knew Erenâs stubbornness, Onyâs razor sharp pragmatism. A soft sigh escaped you as you tucked a wild cinnamon curl behind your ear, fingers lingering at the shell of it. Â
ââŚOnyâs right, baby," you admitted, âItâs a little late for changes when weâre halfway done with the kitchen."Â
Erenâs jaw tightenedâjust a fraction, but you saw it. The flex of muscle, the way his fingers twitched around the cigarette. Â
Then, after a beatââIâm hearinâ you.âÂ
His tone was clipped as he turned back to Ony, âYou got suggestions?"
âFinish the cabinet setup, make the kitchen white. If she ainât happy after?", A slow shrug, âShe can sign another contract."
Eren took a long drag, exhaling through his nose.Â
âAlright.â
Your fingers tapped lightly against the paperwork in front of you, "Think you can grab the maple from Home Depot?âÂ
Eren took one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it out the door, the ember sparking against the gravel.Â
âIâll head there now," he rumbled, already rolling his sleeves higher up his tattooed forearms. Â
Onyankoponâs deep voice cut in from across the room, "You goinâ by yoâself?"Â
âWhy? My other wife wanna kiss nâ make up before I leave?"Â
Ony glared, âI ainât kissinâ yoâ overgrown ass.âÂ
ââSoundinâ like a damn kid," Eren muttered, grabbing his keys from the makeshift hook by the door. Â
âCause Iâm arguinâ witâ one.â
You sighed dramatically, swiveling in your chair just enough to shoot them both a pleading lookâââRennn, can you please come show me some love before yâall start arguing again?"
âYou want some love, huh?âÂ
Your giggle was soft as his fingers tangled in your curls, tilting your head back just enough for him to lean down and rub his nose against yoursâhis version of affection, sweet and possessive all at once.Â
âDonât be long, hm?" you whispered, brushing your lips against the tip of his nose as he lowly grunted, âMhm.â
âYou love me?"Â
Eren sucked his teeth, âYâknow I fuckinâ do," he rasped, before his mouth crashed into yoursâhard, demanding, his. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl in your sandals, all rough lips and barely restrained hunger. Â
Just as you melted into it, Onyankoponâs voice cut through the moment like a bucket of cold water. Â
âAight, aightâremember Home Depot âbout to close?"
Eren dragged his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling away, âLet me kiss on my damn wife," pressing one last rough kiss to your forehead.Â
âHave those consultations ready for me when I get back. Be good.âÂ
Then, he turned to Onyankopon.Â
âYou need some shit from the store, hubby?âÂ
Ony didnât even look up from his sketches, just leveled Eren with a glare that could split concrete.Â
âJust gonâ head âfore I beat yoâ ass, Yeager.âÂ
And with that, the door closed.Â
The thing is, you didnât think Eren would be gone for two hours.Â
The sun was bleeding into the horizon, casting the half renovated shotgun house in golden orange hues. Youâd texted Eren three timesâno answer. Called twiceâstraight to voicemail. Your knee bounced under the desk, fingers drumming against the wood as your eyes flicked toward Onyankopon. Â
He was sprawled on the sofa, his massive frame dominating the space, one boot propped on the coffee table as he sketched out future project blueprints. The muscles in his forearm flexed with every stroke of the pencil, the ink of his tattoos shifting under the dimming light. Â
ââŚEren text you?"Â
Ony didnât glance up, âNah, mama. Ainât answer."Â
Your lips pressed into a thin line. Â
Thatâs when he finally looked at youâreally lookedâhis dark eyes scanning your face before he sighed, deep and slow.Â
âNigga ainât dead, girl," he drawled, ââProllyâ all over NOLA trynaâ find the perfect maple oak like he custom buildinâ Versailles."
A small, reluctant smile tugged at your lips.
 ââŚHeâs a bit overzealous at times.âÂ
Onyankopon smirkedâthat smirk, the one that made your stomach twist, âYou good, though?"Â
âMhm."Â
âYou sure?"Â
âFine."Â
âNeed anythinâ?"Â
âNo."
Every question was another lick of fire under your skin. Because why did he have to be like this? Why did he have to notice?
You swallowed hard, forcing your attention back to the laptop.Â
âI just wanna finish these consultations."Â
âAinât gotta overwork yoâself," Ony murmured, that Creole lilt making the words too smooth, too closeââEren gonâ be out for another minute."Â
Your thoughts swarmed, loud and suffocatingâuntil his voice cut through again, sharper this time. Â
âYou good?"Â
You blinked, âHm?"Â
His eyes dropped just for a fraction of a second, before flicking back up.
âYou sweatinâ."
You looked down. Â
Your own forest green baby tee clinging to the swell of your heavy tits was now damp with sweat. Your nipples, hard and sensitive, were painfully visible through the thin fabric. Â
Oh.Â
An awkward giggle bubbled out of you as you crossed your arms, âItâs just...really hot."Â Â
Onyankoponâs gaze didnât waver. Â
âYeah," he said, low.
âIt is."
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as Onyankoponâs voice cut through the thick silence. Â
âGonâ finish that kitchen window now,â he announced, âYou need me?âÂ
Your brain short circuited.
Huh?
âHm?âÂ
âI said, let me know if you need sumâ, aight?â
You nodded, forcing a smile that probably looked more like a grimace.
âOkay.â
Get it together.Â
Another twenty minutes.Â
Your traitorous eyes flicked up from the screenâjust once, just glancing, thenâ Â
Oh.Â
Oh, no.Â
Onyankoponâs hands. Calloused, rough, knuckles scarred from years of laborâveins thick and pronounced wrapped around the glass pane of the window, biceps flexing under the strain. His stance was wide, thighs like tree trunks braced beneath him, the muscles in his back shifting under sweat slicked skin like some kind of damn art exhibit.Â
And thenâ Â
Hell. Actual hell. Â
His fingers reached at the nape of his neck as he tugged forward to pull his shirt off in one smooth motion, tucking it into the loop of his belt. Brown skin glistened under the fading sun, sweat rolling down the deep ridges of his abs, all the way to the broad expanse of his chest. He was thick and corded, Adamâs apple bobbing as he grunted, hefting the window into place like it weighed nothing. Â
You were dizzy. Â
How easy would it be for him to pick you up like that? Â
To pin you. To fuâ
The door swung open.Â
You damn near leaped out of your skin, scrambling upright in your chair as you snatched a pen like youâd been vigorously taking notes this whole time. You scribbled absolute gibberish at the bottom of some poor clientâs consultation form, clearing your throat so loud it was borderline theatrical. Â
âBaby, you alright?" Erenâs voice was rough, âYou need some water?"Â
You shook your head quickly, not realizing just how flushed your face was until you felt the heat crawling up your neck. Desperate to ground yourself, you reached for him, palms sliding up his tattooed arms to tug him down closer. Â
âItâs Louisiana," you deflected.Â
âWhat took you so long?"Â
ââDamn near had to travel across the entire goddamn state to find the maple,â he grumbled, but his hands were already sliding down, calloused fingers finding the dip of your waistâthat spot, the one that made you squirm every time. A soft noise escaped you, lips parting in a small pout as your back arched instinctively under his touch. Â
âMissed you," you whispered against his jaw, your mouth barely grazing his. Â
âYeah?"Â
You nodded, but something flickered across your faceâsomething off.  Â
Your husband was a lot of things, but oblivious wasn't one of them. Â
âEyes,â he murmured, "Need âem on me."Â
You swallowed hard, forcing a small smile as your hands slid up to rub at his broad shouldersââMâjust tired," you lied, the words slipping out too easily. Â
âThatâs it?"Â
âMhm."Â
Eren studied you for another long secondâwithout another word he dipped his head, his lips trailing hot, possessive kisses along your jaw, all the way down to the column of your throat. Â
âMissed you too," he growled against your skin, the scrape of his teeth making your fingers tangle in his hair, head tipping back to give him better access. Â
But your eyesâunfortunately for youâmightâve flicked to Onyankopon just one more time.Â
Later that night, dim glows of your vanity lights cast a honeyed halo around your reflection as you pressed your fingertips into your cheeks, tracing the warmth lingering there. Your face was still flushedâtoo flushed, the heat creeping from your temples down to your collarbones like a slow burning fever.Â
You dragged your gaze over your own features in the mirror. Your full, heart shaped lips, naturally dark like theyâd been dipped in mahogany, the sultry slope of your almond eyes lined with those impossibly long, fox like lashes. Even on your softest days, your face carried something sinfulâsomething that made your husbandâs grip tighten when other men looked too long. The oversized DEFTONES tee youâd thrown on swallowed your curves, but it couldnât hide the stubborn peaks of your nipples, still stiff beneath the fabric. Â
God, were you ovulating or something?Â
The steady drum of the shower cut through your thoughtsâEren was in there, steam fogging the glass, water sluicing down the hard planes of his body. You bit your lip, willing the image to overwrite the one still scorched behind your eyelids; Onyankoponâs thick neck glistening with sweat, his hands flexing around that window frame like it was weightless.Â
âMeine schĂśne Frau.âÂ
Pretty girl.
Erenâs voiceârough, sweetened by the German endearmentâsnapped you back. The bathroom door creaked open, a wave of steam rolling out as he stepped into the bedroom, his massive frame barely contained by the towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets clung to the ridges of his abs, the kind of carved definition that looked like heâd been sculpted by some vengeful god. And there, thick and heavy against the damp fabricâthe outline of him made your mouth water. Â
He dragged a second towel over his dark hair, slicking it back as his eyes met yours in the mirror. Â
âYou finish up those emails earlier?âÂ
Your fingers froze mid reach for the vanity drawer. Shit.Â
âNo,â you admitted, rifling through the contents with sudden urgencyââIâll get it done before bed.âÂ
Eren stilled. You could feel his gaze sharpening even before he spoke. Â
âWhat happened?âÂ
âGot distracted with some calls.â
A beat of silence.Â
âYou seem distracted now,â His tone was deceptively light, but his eyes werenât.Â
âCanât even look at me straight.â
âMaybe âcause youâre so handsome, hm?âÂ
Eren huffed.Â
A sound that wasnât quite a laugh, more like the click of a puzzle piece snapping into place. His stare burned into the side of your face, heavy enough that your skin prickled. You gave him a wobbly smile, turning back to the drawer like your bonnet was the most fascinating thing in the world. Â
âLet me ask you somethinâ.âÂ
Your pulse kicked into a rabbit's quick rhythm the second those words left Erenâs mouth. Â
"Onyankopon."Â
A beat. Â
âYou like him?"Â
Your fingers stilled against the vanity, brows lifting as you blinked at himâonce, twiceâbefore forcing out a nervous laugh.Â
âHeâs your best friend, why wouldnât I like him?"Â
He dragged the towel over his hands. Slowly.Â
âThatâs not what Iâm askinâ.â
âThen what are you asking?"
âTruth," he said simply, green eyes pinning you in placeââSo Iâll ask again. You like him?"
âI donâtâ"Â
The second those words slipped out, his stare cut through you, silencing the lie before it could fully form. Â
You swallowed hard, shifting tactics. Â
ââŚThatâs a weird question to ask, Eren."Â
âNah,â he countered, tossing the towel asideââIt ainât."
Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you studied his faceâsearching for anger, jealousy, something. But his expression was unreadable, carved from stone. And maybe thatâs why the truth tumbled out before you could stop it. Â
â... I do."Â
You then rushed to add, âBut itâs not like that. Itâs justâa fantasy, you know? Iâd never act on it."
Your voice wavered, âYou know that, right?"
Silence. Â
âYour fantasy," he said finally, voice rough.Â
âTalk me through it."
âWhat?"Â
âActinâ like you donât understand isnât gonna change my question.âÂ
Your face burned, toes curling against the plush rug.Â
âItâs silly."Â
âYou think Iâm mad at you?"Â
âAre you?"
âIâm not. âShit ainât silly if youâre blushinâ like this."
He then repeats, âTell me.âÂ
You swallowed, âYouâre sure youâre notâ?"
âBaby," he cut in, impatient, âCâmon."Â
A shaky exhale.Â
âItâs seeing him do masculine things. How sweet he is. ItâsâŚa turn on. Butâ" You hesitated, voice dropping to a whisper, âThe idea of both of you together isâŚmore.â Â
âYou think about him fuckinâ you?"Â
ââRenâ!"Â
âYou think âbout him fuckinâ you while I watch?"Â
You shrieked, rushing over to slap a hand over his mouth.Â
âEren, Jesusâno! I justâboth of youâthatâs all!"Â
Panic sent you scrambling into his chest, clinging to him even as he stood unmoving, his lack of reaction only making you whimper harder.Â
âItâs stupid, I know. Iâd neverâIâd neverâ"Â
âThatâs somethinâ you want?" His voice was dangerously calm, âMe anâ him? You wanna take that?"
You squeaked, burying your face in his chest with a mortified groan, âBaby! Stop it!âÂ
A low chuckle rumbled through him as he finally moved, his hands finding your hips, dragging you flush against him. Â
âSchĂźchterne Frau," he murmured against your ear, rough and warm. Â
Shy woman.
Eren's massive hands then circled your waist, lifting you like you weighed nothing. The world tilted as he deposited you onto the bed, his towering frame caging you in like some predator playfully trapping his prey. e. Â
âYou're insane,â you exhaled, fingers twisting around his armsââHow aren't you mad? Why aren't you mad?"Â
âNothinâ to be mad about."
âIâve been feeling crazy all day.âÂ
âIâm knowinâ,â he mused, âShit was kinda cute to see.âÂ
You flicked his nose. Hard. Â
âOuch.â
Before you could argue more, his straight teeth caught the hem of your oversized tee, dragging it up with a slow, deliberate pull. The fabric slipped past your waist, your ribs, and thenâthereâyour swollen, heavy tits spilled free, nipples already pebbled and aching. Â
A rough groan escaped him as his mouth descended, sucking one peaked bud between his lips with a greedy, wet drag. You yelped, slapping his bicep as pleasure shot straight to your core. Â
He pulled off with a filthy pop, gaze heavy lidded.Â
âYou done with your lilâ tantrum?â Â
You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt.
âMy husband just made me admit I fantasize about a threesome with his best friend. Iâm validated in my tantrum.â Â
His lips trailed hot, open mouthed kisses up your sternum, between your breasts, along the column of your throatâeach one leaving fire in its wake.Â
âAinât nobody said all that, huh?â Â
You shuddered, âCan we stop talking about this? Can you just say Iâm pretty and that you love me?â Â
âYouâre the prettiest thing in the fuckinâ South.â
When you huffed unsatisfactorily, he then cradled your face, forcing your gaze to meet his. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, his voice dropping to that possessive growl that made your toes curl. Â
âI love you so fuckinâ much, woman. Youâre mine."Â
You puckered your lips in demandâand Eren obliged, peppering them with teasing, playful kisses until you sighed, melting under him. Â
âMkay," you relented, âAll is forgiven."Â
Then, with mischief sparking in your eyes, you poked his dimple and wiggled your brows.
âWanna get freaky?"Â
âYeah," he hummed, "Let me just call Onyankopon firstâ"Â
You flicked his nose again.
The next few days had been nothing short of perfectâyour off days filled with the kind of lazy, indulgent bliss that made your heart swell. Sleeping in tangled limbs, slow mornings spent cuddling under thick blankets while rain pattered against the windows. You watched Eren move through the house like a restless storm, fixing things heâd been too busy to touch for monthsâtightening cabinet handles, oiling hinges, his muscles flexing under the thin fabric of his shirts as he worked. Â
But the real highlight came when Eren closed a high paying deal heâd been chasing for months. Youâd screamed, silent but full bodied, jumping up and down on the bed like an overexcited kid while Eren gripped your ankle to steady you, tryingâand failingâto hide his grin behind a gruff, "Relax."Â
Overall? Itâd been a damn good weekend. Â
âŚHereâs when shit got weird.Â
Sunday football was a sacred ritual between Eren and Onyankoponâone you usually tagged along for out of sheer love. The routine was always the same ; morning games, the gym, then a home cooked mealâsomething indulgent, now a fancy spread to celebrate the big contract. Â
But today? Â
Today wasâŚdifferent. Â
You padded downstairs in your Def Leppard tee, voice still thick with lingering drowsiness as you murmured, âBon matin, mes gros bĂŞtes,â good morning, my big beasts.
They were already planted on the couch, the glow of the TV casting shadows over their faces. Normally, theyâd be shouting at the screen, arguing over plays, or tossing crude jabs at each other between sips of beer. But today? Silence. Heavy, charged, unsettling silence. Â
They returned the greetingâEren with a low âMorninâ, baby,â Ony with a slow, âSleep good?â
 But their voices didnât match the tension in the air. It was thick, heady, pressing against your skin like a touch you couldnât shake. Â
Eren broke the silence first. Â
"Onyâs stayinâ for dinner."Â Â
Onyankoponâs dark eyes followed the words, followed youââIf thatâs aight with you.âÂ
The way he said it wasnât really a question. Â
You smiled softly, "Bien sĂťr, of course itâs okay."Â
You tilted your head, âYou guys okay with what Iâm making?"Â
âIâll eat anything you put on a nigga tongue, girl.âÂ
Your pulse stuttered, your mouth suddenly dry, and you could only nod stiffly before turning toward the kitchen, face burning. Maybe you were reading too much into it. Maybe you were losing it.Â
But if that wasnât weird? Â
This was. Â
By noon, the energy shifted againâthis time, louder, looser. Beer bottles clinked as Eren and Onyankopon tore into each other over the Saints vs. Cowboys game, their voices rough with playful aggression. Â
âThe hell you mean âheâs washedâ? Brees could out throw Prescott in his goddamn sleep!â
âMan, shut yoâ delusional ass upâPrescott got legs and an arm, yoâ nigga was throwing ducks by â18.â
You curled into Erenâs side, half listening, half reading a book youâd pulled from the shelfâuntil the warmth of his body and the steady rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a drowsy haze. Â
And then?
Touch.Â
Onyankoponâs rough fingers grazed your hipâjust once, featherlight, barely there. A whisper of contact that couldâve been an accident. Erenâs hand then clamped down on your ass, pulling you deeper into himâŚcloser to Onyankoponâs touch. Â
You froze. Â
âThatâs a bullshit ass call and you know it!â Eren barked, his grip on you tightening as he leaned forward, jostling you.Â
âFuck outtaâ here!âÂ
Their voices blurred into white noise. Your heart pounded so hard you swore they could hear it, your skin burning where both their hands lingeredâErenâs possessive kneading, Onyankoponâs fingers tracing slow circles near the hem of your shirt. Â
You squeezed your eyes shut, playing asleep, but your body betrayed youâarching subtly into Erenâs chest while your thigh brushed Onyankoponâs. The scents of themâErenâs cedar and leather musk, Onyankoponâs deep spiceâwrapped around you like a fog, dizzying. Â
Eren shifted again, his arm sliding behind you, guiding you until your ass was right there, nearly in Onyankoponâs lap. Â
You inhaled shakily.Â
The gym was supposed to be your sanctuaryâiron clanging, weights thudding, the sharp scent of sweat and cleaning solution filling your lungs as you worked off the restless energy coiling in your stomach. But today? Â
Today, nothing felt right.Â
You stood behind both men, watching them switch off reps with the kind of effortless, predatory strength that made your mouth go dry. Erenâs tattoos flexed under the harsh overhead lights as he powered through a set of deadlifts, his low grunts sending an embarrassing shiver down your spine. Onyankoponâs back muscles rippled with every controlled pull on the cable machine, his deep voice growling something about âWeak ass form,â at Eren between breaths. Â
Tugging your sweat damp curls into a messy clip, you triedâtriedâto focus on your own set, but the air between the three of you felt charged, thick with something you couldnât name. Â
âArch yoâ back more, lilâ mama," Â he murmured, his voice rough and too close, too warm against the shell of your ear. His hands slid down to your hips, adjusting your stance with a firm grip that sent heat spiraling straight to your core.
âThere you goâgood fuckinâ girl."Â
You nearly stumbled. Â
Erenâyou husbandâwas right there, watching with those dark unreadable eyes, Onyankoponâs fingers lingering just a second too long. Â
SMACK!
Erenâs palm connected with your ass, the sharp sting making you yelp as the flesh jiggled under his touch.Â
âSchau nicht so verloren,â he growledâdonât look so lostâbefore giving you another rough tap, fingers flexing possessively. Â
What the fuck was happening?
Everything had led into the night. The warm glow of the kitchen lights cast a soft halo around you as you moved gracefully between the stove and the counter, the rich aromas of garlic, thyme, and smoked paprika swirling through the air. The wine had done its jobâeasing the tension coiled in your shoulders, smoothing the edges of your nerves until you hummed along to the sultry jazz playing low in the background. Â
A buttery pale yellow ruched set hugged your curves like a loverâs handsâthe fitted capris accentuating the flare of your hips, the halter top cinching your waist just right, delicate white lace bow at the nape of your neck teasing against skin. Your heavy tits pressed together, nipples taut against the thin fabric, the pale gold jewelry at your wrists and ears catching the light with every movement. Delicate gold heels clicked softly against the hardwood as you swayed slightly, seasoning the pot before you with practiced hands. Â
Thenâthat feeling. Â
The weight of eyes on you through the patio door.Â
Eren leaned back in his chair, white wifebeater stretched tight across his broad chest, open flannel shirt framing his thick arms. The silver chain around his neck glinted as he tilted his head back, exhaling a slow, deliberate stream of smoke from between those deep, full pink lips. His dark hair was tied back in that low bun hidden under a backwards cap, loose tendrils framing his sharp jaw as he murmured something to Onyankopon.Â
And Onyankoponâgodâhis cornrows were fresh, edges crisp, the deep brown of his skin glowing under the dim patio lights. His beard was neatly trimmed, the scent of that new shea butter youâd noticed earlier clinging to him. His laugh, deep and rich, was muted through the glass, but you knew that soundâknew the way it rumbled through his chest. Â
Their gazes locked onto you with an intensity that made your fingers tighten around the wooden spoon. Erenâs hand rubbed absently at his jaw. Onyankopon lifted his chin slightly, a slow, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he gave you a lazy, two fingered wave. Â
Out of pure nerves, you lifted your hand in a sweet, awkward little wave back, your dimple popping as you forced a smile.Â
The moment they stepped back inside, the air in the kitchen thickened. You felt it before you even turned around, the weight of their presence pressing against your skin like a physical touch. Â
Eren loomed behind you first, his broad frame blocking the light from the hallway as he peered down at you with those damned eyes of his. His gaze trailed over the gold crucifix hugging your ankle, his nostrils flaring slightly before he rumbled, low and rough, âMissed you.â
Before you could respond, Onyankoponâs deep voice cut in from the doorway.Â
âYou lookinâ real pretty, girl.â
Eren stepped closer, his large hand tangling in your loose curls, tuggingâlike a child demanding attention. You humored him, turning to press a sweet, absentminded kiss to his cheek before gently pulling away, your voice a soft murmur.
âJust wanted to look pretty for you guys tonightâItâs a celebration, right?"
But Eren wasnât having it. His lips found your jaw instead, rough and insistent, his tongue flicking against your skin in a tease. You let him, your hand coming up to rub at his shoulder in a weak attempt to ground himâor maybe yourself.Â
âYou guys hungry?" you managed, voice barely steady. Â
âStarvinâ," Eren growled against your throat before claiming your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. His tongue slid past your lips without hesitation, your body responding before your brain could catch up. Â
Onyankopon watches, âYou always lookinâ good, mama. You know that?"Â
Overstimulation prickled under your skin. Your laugh came out awkward, breathless as you cupped Erenâs jaw to gently break the kiss, holding him in place.Â
âThank you, Ony," you hummed, your exhale shaky as you forced yourself to focusââDinnerâs almost ready, okay?"Â
Eren nuzzled into the vanilla scented crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point as he finalized, âDonât be long."Â
ThenâSMACKâhis palm connected with your ass once more, the sharp sting making you jolt, âCanât keep my fuckinâ mouth off you," he grunted, like it was your fault. Â
Onyankoponâs voice was really the final blow, smooth as whiskey.Â
âYeah. We waitinâ on you."Â
We waitinâ on you.Â
You tried to rationalize it allâtold yourself both men were just a little high, thatâs why the energy between you had shifted so drastically. Thatâs why Eren had been so possessive, why Onyankoponâs compliments felt heavier than usual. Â
Eren had disappeared upstairs to find another lighter, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Onyankopon while you put the final touches on dinner. The rich scent of beef stew filled the air, the buttery cornbread golden and steaming in its cast iron skillet. You focused on plating everything just rightâgarnishing each dish with a sprinkle of fresh parsley, making sure each portion was even. Â
The silence stretched, but this time, you refused to let it be awkward. You glanced over at Onyankoponâseated at the table, his massive frame relaxed yet imposing, forearms corded with muscle as he crossed them over his black wifebeater. Â
âHowâd you spend your days off, Ony?â you asked, blowing a stray curl from your face absentmindedly. Â
His dark eyes tracked the movement before he answered evenly, âShit was aight. Mostly caught up on sleep.â
A pause, âYou?â
You smiled, stirring the stew gently.
âJust mushy couple stuff. Slept in, cooked, let Eren drag me around like a backpack.â Â
Onyankopon huffed a laugh at that, shaking his head slightly. Â
âSo, how do you feel about the new contract?âÂ
âBlessed,â he admitted, leaning back in his chairââYoâ husband been on my ass âbout expanding outside Louisiana. Nigga be givinâ me a hard time when it come to this job.â
You shake your head, âItâs not like that. Erenâs just particular, like his father was.â Â
âIâm knowinâ.âÂ
Onyankopon asks, âHow you put up with him?â
Your smile softened, âThe same way you do. I love him. Regardless.âÂ
He chuckled lowly at that, the sound vibrating through the space between you.Â
âAight. I feel that.âÂ
And just like that, the conversation lulled into comfortable silence again. Â
A few minutes passed, the quiet only broken by the clinking of dishes as you arranged the last of the food. Â
Thenâ Â
âOny?â
The words hovered on your tongue, carefully weighed before you finally spoke. Â
ââŚI just wanna thank you for coming back home and partnering with Eren."
Your voice was soft, âAfter his fatherâs passingâhe needed you, you know?"Â
Onyankoponâs face shiftedâsolemn, the usual playful edge in his eyes dimming. His lips pressed together before he answered, âA nigga like me even more grateful to have somebody like him in my corner. Nothinâ to thank me for."Â
You turned back to the cutting board, but his next question made your hands still. Â
âWhat about you? You happy to have me around?"Â Â
âOf course.â
âIonâ make you feel a type of way?"Â
âNo?âÂ
His brow arched. Like he didnât believe you. Â
You swallowed, âYouâve been sweet to me since the beginning."Â
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he leaned back in his chair, manspreadingâthick thighs stretching the fabric of his cargos, abdomen flexing beneath the black wifebeater. Â
âSweet, huh? You think Iâm sweet?"Â
Heat pricked at the back of your neck, but you nodded anyway.Â
âI do."Â
âNothinâ else?"Â
Your fingers curled tighter around the knife as you shook your head, turning back to slice the last piece of cornbread. Â
Thenâ Â
âI see how you be lookinâ at me."Â
The blade slipped. Â
A sharp gasp tore from your lips as steel bit into skin, blood welling instantly along your fingertip. You dropped the knife with a clatter, clutching your injured hand as your face twisted in discomfort. Â
Onyankopon was on you in seconds. Â
His monstrous height dwarfed you, his large hands swallowing yours as he assessed the woundârough fingers cradling your delicate palm with surprising gentleness. Â
"IâI wasnât paying attentionââ
Oh god.
Oh god.
He was sucking your finger.Â
Your lips parted as the warmth of his tongue swept over the cut, slow. A shiver wracked your bodyâevery nerve ending alightâas his lips sucked gently, coaxing the sting away. Â
When he pulled back, his voice was a rough rasp against your skin. Â
âYou got a taste on you, girl."Â
He didnât let go. Just held you there, his grip firm, eyes burning into yours as he murmured, âYou gotta be more careful.âÂ
You couldâve died right there. Â
 Erenâs heavy footsteps descended the stairs, walking into Onyankopon still holding your handâhis gaze flickered between you both, lingering for just a second before he simply asked, âWhat happened?"Â
"She cut herself.â
Erenâyour fucking husbandâbarely reacted.Â
Just grunted, âGotta watch them hands, baby.â
Thatâs when it clicked.
You werenât crazy. Â
Not now. Not this morning. Not days ago. Â
This hadnât been coincidences. This was a hunt.Â
Dinner had been a blurâconversations ebbing and flowing around you like distant radio static, your thoughts drowning beneath the weight of their presence. You werenât delusional anymore, werenât in denial. Â
You were justâŚwaiting.Â
âYoââremember when we went to Velvet & Vixen on Bourbon? Niggas was weird.â
Erenâs low chuckle vibrated through the table, fingers idly tracing the rim of his whiskey glass.
âThat one guy told me he wanted to be a dog,â he smirked, ââWore a collar under his clothes at work.â
You tapped your wine glass absently as they laughed, the sound thick, indulgentâlike they were savoring something deeper than the joke. Â
Then, Erenâs eyes slid to you. Â
âLast time we went there together was a couple years ago, baby?â
You blinked, the memory surfacingâdim neon, crowded aisles, the heat of his hand on your lower back.Â
âYeah,â you giggled, swirling your drink, âWe did.âÂ
Erenâs grin looked to Onyankopon.Â
âShe had me in there for hours.âÂ
âNo I did not!âÂ
Onyankopon mused, âFor what? Applyinâ for the job or sumâ?âÂ
You toyed with your fork, a flush creeping up your neck.Â
âWe went in there for aââ
You bit your lip, laughing nervously.Â
âItâs a little TMI.âÂ
âCâmon, girl. I ainât gonâ run off.â
You looked between them as you exhaled, ââŚOkay. I went in for a dâa dildo.âÂ
You hesitated, âBut the ones they had were too big for me. All over six inches.âÂ
Silence. Â
The kind that hummed, electric. Â
You saw itâthe way Erenâs pupils swallowed green, the way Onyankoponâs jaw clicked, his knuckles whitening around his glass. Â
Then?Â
Onyankopon laughed.
A deep, rolling sound that sent a full body chill straight down your spine. Your breath hitched as you looked at him, really lookedâthe same way you had the first time you met him.
Fear.
Intimidation.Â
âŚArousal.
And when he said this?
âShe ainât gonâ be able to fit me.â Â
Your body froze.Â
Erenâs voice cut through, low and possessive, âNah. She be takinâ every inch of me real good now.âÂ
Were you going into shock? You had to be.Â
âMeine hĂźbsche Frau. So verdammt schĂźchtern.âÂ
My pretty wife. So fuckinâ shy.
Your skin burnedâlike youâd been doused in gasoline, like a single spark would ignite you. Â
His voice dropped to a graveled rumbleââYounâ want me no more?âÂ
Your lips partedâpouting, pleading, âRenââÂ
âNuh uh,â Eren tsked, tilting his head.Â
âNone of that poutinâ shit. Use your words.âÂ
âCâmon, girl. Lemmeâ hear that pretty ass fuckinâ voice.âÂ
Youâd never felt so cornered in your lifeâtrapped between their heat, their hunger, the unspoken promise in their eyes. Â
And from that point on? Â
You were absolutely, positively, fucked.
So here you were now. The air was pure sex, the dim glow of lamplight casting shadows across your trembling body as you knelt between themâcaught in the electric tension of their hunger. Â
Your back arched like a bowstring, spine curving as you pressed your cheek into the sheets, curls framing your curves like molten fire. Your palms barely covered the stiff peaks of your nipples, but it didnât matterâtheir eyes burned through you, stripping you bare. Â
Eren stood at the foot of the bed, his cock heavy and hard, flushed a soft pink against his olive skin. Long, veined, demanding. Onyankopon stood beside him, thick thighs bracketing his hipsâhis own arousal a brutal contrast, wider, darker, bigger, the deep plum tip glistening as it bobbed inches from your ass. Â
âShow us how pretty your shit is, baby."
Erenâs voice was rough velvet, scraping over your nerves. A command, not a request. Â
A whimper caught in your throat as you obeyedâspreading your thighs, fingers parting your glistening folds with shaky reverence. Your pussy was already flushed, slick, begging, the plush folds gleaming under the low light. Â
Onyankopon lets out a rough soundâsomething between a curse and praiseâas his thick fingers grip the supple flesh of your thighs, kneading. SMACK! A sharp sting of his palm made you jerk, your folds fluttering around nothing. Â
âFuck," Eren exhaled, his knuckles whitening around the base of his cock as he watched your slick drip onto the sheets. He stepped closer, his grip bruising as he wrenched your legs apart further. Â
"Look at that," he growled, slapping the thick head of his cock against your swollen clit. Â
You jolted, a low whimper breaking free as your hips chased the fleeting pressure. Â
âWhich one you feelinâ, huh?âÂ
ââŚâRen," you trembled, voice breaking.Â
âFeel you, baby.âÂ
"Just me," he snarled, grinding his tip against your desperate entranceââAlways mine. Ainât she?"Â
Onyankoponâs agreement was dark, âYours entirely.âÂ
Your spine arched, a silent fight to swallow the second needy whimper threatening to spill from your lips. Cheek pressed into silk sheets, your lashes flutteredâhalf lidded, drunk on the weight of their stares. Â
âCâmere,â Eren demanded, âCome show me some love.âÂ
Your favorite phrase. It meant either the sweetest affectionâor this. His cock, thick and heavy against your lips, the musk of him flooding your senses as you nuzzled into his hip. Â
Your lips parted the moment you turnedâthe broad head of his cock pushing past them, the salt of pre cum bursting on your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks. Â
âFuck,â His groan was ragged, hips jerking forwardââWatch them teeth."Â
You mewled around him, the warning making your cunt pulse. His fingers twisted in your curls, yanking your head down until his tip hit the back of your throat. Tears pricked your lashes as you gaggedâsoft, wetâyour nails biting into his thighs. Â
âI know youâre excited, baby," Eren rasped, rolling his hips deeperââCareful.âÂ
Onyankopon watched, his own dick palmed in a brutal grip, veins standing stark against brown skin. A string of saliva dripped from your swollen lips as you pulled back, lips circling your husband's shaft with a filthy schlick.Â
ââM sorry,â you whined, ââDidnât mean to hurt you, baby.âÂ
Erenâs chest rumbledâhalf growl, half museâââKnow you ainât mean it."
His thumb swiped your jaw, smearing gloss and spit. Â
âTongue out."Â
A dark command, âShow me how good my girl is."
You obeyed instantlyâmouth slack, tongue lolling, pink and used beneath his cock. You took him deeper, throat fluttering as his tip breached it. The sounds were obsceneâgagging, moaning, the slick slap of his pelvis against your chin. Â
âShe ainât stoppinâ no time soon," Eren taunted, fingers tightening in your hair. Â
âYou doinâ a good job, girl."
Onyankoponâs voice was thick as he continued, âGoddamn.âÂ
âSheâs doinâ a good job, huh?â Eren repeated, his free hand raking into your hair again, âYou see that? My babyâs givinâ her all right now.â
âIâm watchinâ,â Onyankopon replied, his neck flexing from how he held himself. His fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his length, âI see you real good. Pretty ass bitch.âÂ
Your face was a mess at this point. The makeup you had on earlier was smeared all across your mouth, your eyes still holding Onyankoponsâ while Eren continued to move your head with his strong, large fingers.Â
âShe gettinâ better?"Â
Onyankoponâs jaw flexed, âYeah. Mouth good as hellâIâm trynaâ feel that shit."
His dick, monstrous in his grip, twitched.Â
âYou gonâ let me?"
Your mouth slows around Erenâtongue dragging one last, filthy stripe up his length before your eyes flicker to Onyankopon. To it.Â
His dick is a monsterâthick, veined, the deep plum head glistening, twitching just inches from your lips. Your throat flutters at the sight, a whimper catching in your chest. But itâs not just the size that has your pulse spiking. Â
Itâs the look in Onyankoponâs eyes. Â
Like heâs already imagining you choking on him. Â
Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips as you glance up at Erenâseeking permission, seeking reassurance.
ââŚCan I?â Â
Eren exhales through his nose, jaw clenched, before giving a single, sharp nod. Â
"Go âhead."Â
You donât hesitate. Â
Your lips part, tongue flattening against the underside of Onyankoponâs dick, tasting himâmusky, salt-bitter, addicting. Your fingers dig into his quads, nails leaving half-moons in dark skin as you suck at his tip, moaning at the sheer fullness of him in your mouth. Â
âFuckâ"Â
Onyankoponâs voice is ruined, hips jerking forward.Â
âThere you goâthat fuckinâ mouth."Â
Eren watches the way your lips stretch, the way your cheeks hollow, the way you whimper around Onyankoponâs girth like itâs the best thing youâve ever had. Â
Youâre sloppier with him. Needier. Drool slicks your chin as you bob, tongue swirling around his shaft, sucking like youâre starved.Â
âKeep talkinâ to her," Eren growls, fingers tightening in your hair.Â
"Thatâs the shit she likes."Â
Onyankoponâs hands find your faceârough, claimingâthumbs pressing into the dip of your cheeks, forcing your mouth wider. Â
"Pretty ass face, Mama," he rumbles, eyes locked on yours.Â
âSuckinâ me up like a fuckinâ pro.âÂ
You moan around him, the vibration making his thighs flex.  Â
Eren grunts, âKeep takinâ that shit, baby."Â
Onyankopon pushes deeper, the schlupp of your spit slicked lips echoing as your throat convulses. His thumb drags over your stretched mouth, feeling himself inside you. Â
âTastes so good.âÂ
You were mewling, mindlessly at that.Â
âYeah? How itâ look?"Â
You pull off with a pop, tongue lolling, lips swollen and shiny.Â
â'Looks so good. So handsome, Papa."Â
Onyankopon growls at the pet nameâlow, animalisticâbefore yanking you forward again. Â
Erenâs voice returns, "Look in her eyes."Â
Onyankoponâs gaze burns into yoursâdark, unrelentingâas you take him back, deeper this time, until your nose brushes his pelvis. Â
âAlways keep themâ eyes on her."Â
Your vision blurs, tears spilling as you gag, but you donât look away. Canât.
Because thenâ Â
Onyankopon yanks you back and spits between your parted lips. Â
You moan, tongue darting out to catch it before heâs kissing youâdeep, possessiveâfingers tangled in your curls as he licks into your mouth like he owns it. Â
And when you drop back to his dick, slapping it against your tongue with a wet smackâ Â
You hear your husbands, âDonât be fuckinâ cute," drag out in a warned grunt.Â
You giggle, high and breathless, taking Onyankoponâs balls into your mouth, sucking.
âJust wanted to taste him, baby,â you whined.Â
Eren graveled, âYeah?âÂ
He then grunts, âQuit playinâ. Lay on your back, missinâ your pussy in my mouth.â Â
Your back hits the mattress. The moment you're down, Erenâs hand grips your thigh, spreading you open with zero hesitation.Â
âCome hold her legs," he commands, voice thick with hungerââShe be squirminâ too much when I eat this shit."
Before you can even process the command, Onyankopon is thereâhis massive frame caging you from behind, hands wrapping around your ankles like manacles. He drags you back, exposing you completelyâno hiding, no modesty, just open. Â
The first swipe of Erenâs tongue is fire, molten and possessive, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. You jolt, back arching, fingers flying into his hair and pulling. His groan vibrates against your flesh, sending sparks shooting up your spine. Â
His tongue swirls around your clit, savoring the way you twitch beneath him. Each lick is tortureâcalculated, teasingâuntil you're writhing, thighs quaking in Onyankopon's unyielding grip. Â
âStop movin'," Eren growls, pressing a heavy palm to your pelvis, forcing you still. Â
But you canât. Â
Youâre too sensitive, too wound up, and when his mouth latches onto your clit, suckingâ Â
âFâfuck, baby. Missed your mouth so much.âÂ
Your back bows, head thrashing against Onyankoponâs chest as pleasure rips through you.Â
âLook at the way he devourinâ that pussy," he rasps, voice curling within your ear like smokeââBoutaâ have a nigga drowninâ in this shit.â
âPussy messy as fuck,â Eren groans against your folds, lapping at your slick like a man starved. Â
Onyankoponâs grip tightens, spreading you wider, forcing you to take every second of Erenâs relentless tongue.Â
âGoddamn," he mutters, voice rough, âYoâ shit look so fuckinâ edible."
Then your husband grunts, burying his face even deeper, nose pressing against your clit as his tongue plunges inside you. Â
âOooh!â
âLook at him," he commands, âLook at the way he eatinâ you."
All you can do is tremble. Whimper. Shake. Watch.Â
Onyankoponâs tongue wraps around your ear, âMissinâ yoâ fuckinâ mouth, babydoll."Â
His fingers tangle in your curls, yanking your head back, forcing your lips to part as his dick slaps against your tongueâthick, heavy. You moan around him, the vibration making his hips jerk, the tip hitting the back of your throat in one brutal thrust. Â
âShit,â he growls, watching your throat bulge around him.Â
All while, Erenâs tongue devours you from below, lips sealing around your clit, sucking until your thighs clench, until your vision whites out once moreâbut Onyankopon doesnât let you escape. His grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to take every inch, every pulse of him fucking into your mouth. Â
Erenâs voice is a dominance even as he worships you, âLook up at him."
Your lashes flutter open, meeting Onyankoponâs hooded, predatory gaze as he owns your throat. Â
âYou ready for me?â he rumbles, thumb smearing spit across your swollen lips. Â
Your answer is a whimperâhigh, broken, desperate. Â
âThat ainât how you beg."Â
âPlease, Ony. Need it. Need you."Â
And only then, Eren pulls away.Â
Your cunt clenches around nothing, a pathetic whine tearing from your throat at the lossâ Â
But then Onyankoponâs mouth is there, his tongue flattening against your clit, laving over you with a roughness that has you squeaking. Â
He doesnât let you adjust. Doesnât let you breathe. His tongue spears into you, fucking you deep, mimicking exactly what his dick was about to do. Erenâs hands replace Onyankoponâs on your thighs, spreading you wider, his voice a growl in your ear. Â
âYou look so fuckinâ good.âÂ
Your head falls back against Eren's shoulder, seeking his mouth like a lifeline. His lips crash into yours, swallowing your needy little noises, his tongue claiming every inch of space as if marking youâreminding you who you belong to.Â
âI love you," you pant between kisses, trembling against him.Â
âLove you so much, 'Ren."Â
He growls against your lips, âIch liebe dich auch" I love you too, âI fuckinâ know you do.âÂ
Onyankopon's tip then drags through your soaked folds, spreading you so slowly you feel every ridge, every pulse of his veins against your clit.Â
His forehead presses to yours, dominance radiating off him in waves.Â
âNow I need you to keep them eyes on me.âÂ
And then he pushes in.Â
The stretch is blindingâthick, relentless, carving into you inch by torturous inch. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, body arching, toes curling as your pussy drips around him, already struggling to adjust. Â
âFuhhhhhhhck.âÂ
Then, deeper.Â
Your back bows, a broken moan tearing from your throat as your body betrays youâgushing around him in a sudden, shocking rush. Onyankopon curses, his hips jerking at the flood of your release, his grip bruising on your thighs. Â
âPussy trynaâ fight me," he grits out, mesmerized as your cream spills over his length.Â
âAinât even fuck you yet. This how you cumminâ fâ me?â
Erenâs grunt is dark against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulseââGoddamn. Good fuckinâ girl, baby.âÂ
âOny,â you gasp, "Itâsâitâs so much.â
His fingers tug at your chin, "You gonâ open up for me?"Â
You nod frantically, lips parted, âUh-huh.âÂ
His dick gave a slow, brutal drag outâthen back in, punching the air from your lungs. Your mouth falls open, your eyes roll, and your hands scrambleâone clinging to Onyankoponâs neck, the other clawing at Erenâs arm, anchoring yourself between them. Â
Onyankoponâs pace is merciless, each thrust stretching you wider, each snap of his hips dragging a new sob from your throat. Â
âTalk to me, Mama," he growls, grip tightening on your jawââIâm hurtinâ you?"Â Â
You shake your head, dazed in the pleasure.Â
âFeels soooo good.âÂ
Erenâs thumb swipes your tears awayâoneâs you didnât realize you hadâhis lips brushing your ear.
âDu machst ihn so hĂźbsch.â
Youâre takinâ him so pretty.
âStretchinâ shit open for him like a pretty fuckinâ slut.âÂ
You melt at his words, arching into Onyankoponâs next thrust, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. Â
âFuckinâ hell," Onyankopon grunts, hips stutteringââThis pussy made for allisâ dick."Â
Eren grunts, âNah. Made for me.âÂ
Two men with a dominance neither of them could shake, tossing up your brain to mush with every sense of pleasure. You thought your body couldnât take moreâBut oh, they had so much more to give.Â
And maybe you did too.Â
You now crawl across the sheets, hands gliding up Erenâs chest; nails dragging over ink and muscle, relishing the way his abs clench beneath your touch. Â
âMissed my âRen.â
âMissed this fuckinâ pussy.âÂ
A smirk curls your lips as you grind down, letting him feel just how wet he makes youâhis cock slaps against your folds, leaving a glistening trail along your skin. Â
âYou wanna put it in me?âÂ
Erenâs growl vibrates through you, âĂrgere mich nicht.âÂ
Donât tease me.Â
Onyankoponâs hands slide up the back of your thighs, claiming as you whimper and press Erenâs palm to your lips. His finger slips between them, and you suck, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongueâ Â
âFuck," Erenâs hips jerk, his cock twitching against your ass.Â
âGonna make me lose it early, woman.â
Keeping your husband's attention belowâyou lean over and wrap your mouth around Onyankoponâs dick, dragging your tongue against the entirety of him as you grind Erenâs cock between your thighs. Â
But suddenly? It seemed like he wasnât the biggest fan of sharing anymore.Â
One hand fists in your hair, yanking your mouth down. His other grips your chin, forcing your gaze to his.
âEyes on me âfore I show him how you really get fucked.âÂ
You whimperâobedient.Â
âNow bounce.âÂ
You sink down, taking him to the hilt, your little cry splitting the air as your walls clamp around him. Â
âThere you go,â Eren grunts, watching your tits jump as he tugs down greedilyâevery slap of skin on skin infiltrating your thoughtsâif you even had any left.Â
Onyankoponâs hands guide your hips, helping you move, his lips hot on your neck.
âTakinâ that dick like a muhfuckinâ champ.âÂ
You mewl, fingers scrambling for purchase on Erenâs chest as pleasure crushes you. Â
âOny.â
âIonâ wanna hear my name right now. Fuck him.â
Your whine was a complaint, of course it was.
Erenâs grip tightens around your throat, his gaze searing into you like a brandâgreen eyes dark with something between lust and possession. His thrusts slow to a brutal, punishing grind, forcing your back to arch as his cock stretches you obscenely wide. Â
âSay you fuckinâ love me.âÂ
âIâI love you,â you gasp, pitching forward to litter his neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, âLove you so much, 'Ren.âÂ
His snarl is vicious, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. Â
âMade you too fuckinâ greedy."Â
SMACK!Â
âGave you everythinâ,â he growls, snapping his hips up hard, âStill begginâ for him like a thirsty lilâ slut.âÂ
Onyankoponâs hand fists in your hair as he yanks your head backâhis spit thwapping on your tongue.Â
âPapa heard you âwas thirsty.âÂ
Your body betrays you again, gushing around Erenâs cock in a sudden, shameless floodâyour thighs quake, a broken squeak tearing from your throat as your body releases throughout Erenâs repetitive smacks on your ass.Â
âFuckkk,â Eren groans, watching your pussy drip down his length as he tugs himself out.Â
Even with your legs shaking, even with your body throbbingâyour chest still presses into Erenâs chest anyway, ass in the air, presenting yourself to Onyankopon.
âPut it in me.âÂ
Onyankoponâs hand lands on your lower back, âNext time Immaâ teach yoâ ass how to wait."Â
He doesnât slam into youâno. Â
He makes you feel it. Â
Every. Â
Inch.Â
Onyankoponâs dick parts you like a blade through silkâslow, stretching you so wide you feel your own heartbeat in the walls of your cunt. Your moan shudders through the room, high and broken, fingers digging into Erenâs shoulders as you arch, your ass trembling with every glide deeper. Â
Eren just keeps smacking your ass, âNimm es.âÂ
Take it.
Onyankoponâs hand fists in your hair, forcing your spine into a deep, sinful curve. His breath is hot against your ear, his teeth nipping at your pulse as he grinds deeper, making your thighs shake.Â
âYou loud as hell," he rumbles, âWhole fuckinâ city know you gettinâ dicked down.â Â
âOnyâplease, please, I needââ
âNow you need me, huh?âÂ
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!Â
âNah. Yoâ ass just want. And Iâm givinâ it to you.âÂ
You sob, tears streaking down your cheeks, your body burning with overstimulationâbut you donât stop. The thrust just keeps coming, coming, coming.Â
âYou gonâ cum for us, baby?"Â
You nod, âYes.âÂ
Onyankoponâs groan is filthy, his hips snapping into you with a punishing precision.Â
âThen cum.âÂ
Your body locks as your back arches, your mouth open in a cryâYour pussy squirts, gushing around Onyankoponâs dick as pleasure electrocutes every nerve for one last time. Eren groans, his own release painting your stomach as he watches youâwatches the way your eyes roll, the way your lips tremble, the way you fall apart between them. Â
Onyankopon follows, his thrusts turning uncontrolledâhis cum filling you, marking you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he growls your name. Â
And then, silence.Â
Just the sound of heartbeats, and flesh drinking into one another. Your body collapses onto Erenâs chest, exhausted, ruinedâhis arms wrapping around you, lips pressing against your sweat slicked forehead as you now feel the entirety of whatâs just happened.Â
âYou did real fuckinâ goodâ he murmurs, voice soft and somehow still rough.Â
Onyankopon grunts behind you, his hand stroking down your spine.Â
âMhm. Real good, Mama."Â
You shiver, burying your face in Erenâs neck, your flushed whimper muffled against his skin.Â
Erenâs thumb traces the delicate shell of your ear, his lips curving into that smug, knowing smirk as he watches you hide your face against his chestâyour cheeks burning, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. Â
âMy baby," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, âShy now, after all that? Tch,â he sucks his teeth, âThat ainât fair.âÂ
âAinât no way,â Onyankopon rumbles, âNot after all that noise you was makinâ. You ainât shyâyou just full.âÂ
âOr she just knows sheâll get it again.âÂ
A shiver ran through you.Â
Erenâs palm cups your face, his thumb swiping away the remnants of your tears as he leans in, pressing a slow, claiming kiss to your lips. Â
âLove you,â he growls, the words rough, real.Â
You giggle against his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair, kissing him back like you mean itâlike you could drown in him, in this.Â
Onyankoponâs hand lands on your hip, squeezingâa silent promise, a question, maybe even a threat. Â
Would this happen again?Â
You didnât know.Â
But the way they look at youâhungry, amused, and owningâtells you all you need to. Â
Synopsis: You consider yourself a normal mortal woman trying to survive in Ancient Greece...with the exception of being Hades' temporary prisoner. You know that it is only a matter of time until you are freed from the God of Hell's clutches, but only if you get him the one person he's after: Yuji Itadori, Zeus' half-mortal son and new savior of Greece and the world. You tell yourself that you are immune to Yuji's golden boy attitude, kindness, and muscles, but what happens when he starts to rub off on you a little too much? What happens when you realize that love might be possible for a little liar like you?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Disney AU; Greek Mythology/Hercules AU; Romance; Hurt/Comfort; Reversed Sunshine x Grumpy Trope; Enemies to Lovers(?); Star-Crossed Lovers; First Time Sex; Inexperienced!Yuji x Experienced!Reader; Touch Starvation (MY SHIIIIIT!!!); Heavy Yearning; sub!Yuji x Dom!Reader; Pussy-Eating Against The Wall; Deepthroat; Muscle Worship; Standing Sex; Yuji Picks You Up & Dicks You Down; Cowgirl; Reader Cums 2x; Throatpie; Creampie; Happy Ending
Word Count: 6.4k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!Â
Writer's Note: Firstly, I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this one shot. What would've taken 2 days turned into more due to my precious cat passing away this past weekend. Though she was a senior (18 YEARS!!), it was still a shock to me & my family, so the grief is still heavy. However, I'm now getting back into the swing of things & writing as consistently as i can as i continue to navigate my grief. Thank you all for your love, prayers & support for my furry baby Midnight. She will be missed!! I hope y'all enjoy this one as part of my No Fairytale Collab <3 -Jazz
Credits: Dividers made by @saradika-graphics!
'This is a very bad idea,' you lament in your head as you stroll in the gardens with the man you're trying to manipulate to his death...but even that isn't enough to stop you from enjoying a laugh with him.
It's part of the act, right?
However, that mantra you've repeated in your head is quickly starting to weaken the more you're near the muscular golden boy known as Yuuji Itadori. Son of Zeus, Greece's latest IT boy...and your boss's mortal enemy....or rather your inslavor. You're a prisoner to Hades, the God of the Underworld, and he doesn't hesitate to remind you of that whenever he thinks you step out of line.
"I own you, remember?" he growled, one clawed hand wrapped around your throat. "So if you wanna be let off that immortal chain, you help me bag Zeus Jr." He grinned a horribly, evil grin, teeth sharp and breath thick with the smell of smoke. "Then I'll destroy him, take over Olympus, and you'll be free. All you have to do is flaunt that face and pretty body of yours."
"Sounds easy enough," you grunted, shoving Hades off of you. And it was easy at the time. Yuji wasn't too "experienced" with women, so anytime you winked or gave him your sly smile, he sang like a canary and blushed a ripe red.
So it was easy to use your sweet talk to get him to ditch his "trainer" and an important Meet N Greet with superfans for a pretend date out on the town. "Wow, what a day!" he sighs, grinning as he recounts the entirity of the day you made him play hookie during. "I never knew how much fun Greece could be when I'm not running from a herd of screaming girls!"
You stand behind him, slowly meandering through the beautiful gardens stretched before you, complete with blooming flowers, sculptures of the Gods, and a fountain spewing water out of a stone mermaid's mouth. The skies are starry and clear, painting a canvas of wonder before you.
"Yeah," you chuckle. "Or when your manager ain't in your ear. Nice, isn't it?" Yuji chuckles, flashing you that devastatingly charming smile. "Oh, definitely. Thanks a lot for this, Y/N. This is the most relaxed I've been in...well, in a long time." He turns to give you that smile and stare at you with those twinkling eyes that get every girl's panties wet. His soft-looking, pink hair wafts softly in the summer breeze, his muscles illuminating by the glowing moonlight.
You can understand why anyone would find the guy attractive, given his good looks, God-given strength, and illustrous body. But not you. Definitely not you! You swallow, averting your eyes and ignoring those butterflies swarming in your tummy. You need to remember the plan. You can't get involved with a man again; you promised yourself! "Oh, it's nothing," you mutter. "You shouldn't thank me anyway. It's whatever, really."
Yuji fully turns to stare at you in confusion, one eyebrow raised. "You don't want me to thank you? How come?" he questions, and you can already tell he's about to start rambling. "You showed me so much of the city today! First it was that amazing seafood lunch and then that play and thenâ"
"O-Ow!" you suddenly gasp, making a show of flinching. You grab onto a nearby stone ledge, earning Yuji's immediate alarm and attention. "What's wrong? What happened?" You give him a fake weak smile, pointing down at your right ankle that you gingerly lift. "I-It's just my ankle. It's a little weak. I'm fine though, really."
Yuji still looks concerned, staring at your ankle. "Ya sure? Want me to help you out?" To sell your act even further, you scoff, waving him off. "And give you another mortal citizen to worry about? It's okay, Wonder Boy. I can walk by myself." But as you try to release the ledge and walk, you pretend to stumble and fall forward.
"Oh!" you gasp. Quickly, the muscular boy catches you, wrapping both arms around your waist. "Whoa, whoa, careful, sweetie! You'll hurt yourself." You ignore the tingles you feel from the pet name, instead giving him a sheepish yet thankful smile. "Sorry. Guess my ankle is worse off than I thought."
Yuji is quick to scoop you up with ease, making you feel safe in his warm embrace and secure hold. "Let's sit you down then."
He walks you over to a bench near the fountain underneath a canopy of cherry blossoms. He sets you down gently and sits down next to you, smiling. "There we go, nice and...o-oh, I'm so sorry." Quickly, he looks away blushing hot red, nervous at the fact that he accidentally hiked up your dress to your thigh. You giggle, teasing him. "What? Never seen a gal's upper leg before?"
As you slooooowly drag your dress back down to cover your creamy thigh, you catch Yuji looking at you. "U-Uh...not recently." You smirk, knowing you've got him right where you want him. Now it's time to turn up the heat. "I see plenty of yours, Wonder Boy. I'm curious if you have trouble with weak muscles too though."
You lean down to drag your ankles up his ankle to his muscular calve, making him flinch. "Like here," you purr. "Maybe a weak ankle like mine? Or here?" Your hand drags up to his thigh. "Maybe a hamstring that gets a little too...tight?" Yuji swallows, his Adam's Apple bobbing. "Uh...no, I-I'm good!" he stammers. "Stronger than an ox, actually. Gojo really trains me hard, so I don't have any weaknesses."
He grins at you, nervous yet beaming. You can tell he's telling the truth. You aren't even sure he's capable of telling a lie. You huff, disappointed. "Well, aren't you perfect?" you mutter. He chuckles, turning to stare into the water spouting from the fountain. "Aw, thanks, but not really. Nobody's perfect as far as I'm concerned...except you maybe."
Quickly, he turns to you, eyes wide and looking so horrified. "Sorry! Shit, I-I didn't mean that. I mean, I did, b-but...oh, jeez." He drags a hand through his hair, humiliated, but you giggle, finding his attitude endearing. "So you think I'm perfect, huh?" you tease, smirking at him. "Why? Just 'cause of a little date?"
"Not just that," Yuji admits, bashful. "You're just...different. You're kind and funny, but also sarcastic and snarky. You're real. I like that." You blink, unable to respond. When is the last time someone actually complimented you on something other than your looks?
Yuji turns to look out at the water sparkling in the moonlight, content and reflective. "So many people only act nice to me 'cause of who I am. Before, when I was all skinny and scrawny, nobody gave a shit about me. Now that I'm somebody, everybody acts different."
He chuckles, staring down at his veiny hands in his lap. "It's weird...even though so many people love me, I feel like they don't know the real me. The me underneath the muscles and the merch. But I feel like you do. Isn't that crazy?"
He turns to you then and you have to act like you weren't comitting the light dusting of freckles on his broad shoulders to memory. Or his dimples. Or the way the moonlight turns his hair a soft pale pink. "Yeah, completely," you snort, tightening your shawl around yourself. "I mean, you barely know me."
Yuji sheepishly laughs, standing and picking up a little skipping stone before walking over to the little lake surrounded by lily pads. "True. And you're right: nobody's perfect." With that, he takes the stone and tosses it across the water...only for the stone to knock off the arm of a mermaid. "Oops!" he exclaims, cringing at the mistake.
You giggle as he comes running back over like someone will come and whip him. "I like it like that," you giggle, staring at the destroyed statue. "Gives it more character." You share a little laugh before a peaceful silence descends upon you, leaving you to breathe...until Yuji gives you another sweet, attractive smile. "I really had a great time with you today. Thanks a lot."
You find yourself thinking about how you could make him smile like that all the time, but then the voice of reason comes back to knock some sense into you: 'Remember the plan!' it hisses. 'Remember your freedom!' You roll your eyes and smirk at him, crossing your legs. "There you go again with the 'thank yous'. Why the hell are you so nice?"
Yuji senses your sarcasm and smiles. "Just me, I guess. You make it easy though." His eyes grow warm and soft, a pink blush on his cheeks. Yet he doesn't look awayâhis eyes stay firmly planted on yours. "Y/N, you make me feel so real, like I'm more human than God. But I also feel like a God when I'm with you. I-It's crazy, I know."
He pauses, gathering himself and rubbing the back of his neck in that shy, sheepish way that makes his bicep bulge. "It's like when I'm with you, I feel less...alone." Alone. A word you know all too well. Despite his intimate, sweet words, you don't feel them melting your cold heart. "Being alone is meant for some people though," you murmur. "They choose to be alone...like me."
You turn away from Yuji; away from his hurt and confusion. "What do you mean?" he softly asks. You bite back tears as memories of your past love come flooding back along with the feelings he gave you when he left: resentment; sadness; betrayal. "Because if you're alone, no one can hurt you," you whisper.
Suddenly, you feel Yuji move closer to you and his hands taking yours. "Y/N," he softly says. "Sweetie, look at me." Against your better judgment, you do and you see nothing but a softness in his handsome face. "I would never hurt you," he says, impassioned. "You know that, right? All I want is to keep you safe because you're a good person."
You look at him then. Really look at him. You try to find a gleam of a lie in his eyes. A glimmer of a trick. But you see nothing. "Me?" you dryly ask, taking your hands out of his. "You think I'm a good person? How do you know what I'm like, Yuji? You barely know me!"
But the man isn't swayed or put off by your bite. He is determined, taking you as a challenge that he will succeed in. "Anyone who would take me out for a play, a walk in the city, and a lobster lunch is a good person. Weak ankles, sarcasm or not, you're the best girl I've ever met, Y/N."
And that's when you melt. His words are so honest and true, filled with a sweetness you thought had long since passed you. You let a lone tear fall down your cheek, your heart finally thawed. "You make this so hard for me," you whisper. "I don't wanna hurt you." Yuji takes your hands again and you let him, his thumbs stroking your knuckles. "Why would you?" he whispers. "You hurt me by sayin' you're not a good person, sweetie."
"But I'm not," you argue, shaking your head as you stare at him. "You don't understand." But you can't seem to elaborate when you're suddenly staring at Yuji's set of pink, soft lips in front of you. And suddenly, you're kissing. You don't know who leaned in first, but it doesn't matter. Not when you're fucking up your entire plan.
Yuji's lips are soft, supple, and careful as they get to know yours. His tongue swirls gently with yours, spiked with wine. He gently cups your cheek, making butterflies flood your entire body. His soft moan answers yours, filled with longing and enjoyment. It is wonderful until you come back to your senses.
"No, no!" you gasp, pushing him away. "We need to stop!" You place your hands on his broad chest, ignoring how hard his pecs are. "What's wrong?" he asks, confused. "Did I hurt you?" Silently, you shake your head but you still move away from him. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't...we don't have to do that. We can just sit."
But that isn't good enough. You know that if you stay, you'll do something you'll regret and ruin your freedom...and possibly hurt him even worse. "I shouldn't be here. I have to go." Quickly, you stand and try to run off, but Yuji's hand on your wrist stops you. "Wait, please don't go!" he protests. "I promise that I won'tâ"
"Yuji, let go!" you argue, trying to shake him off before the tears start. "You don't understand! I'll just hurt you in the end like I hurt everyone else! I don't deserve your kindness!" And that's when you break down. The tears fall, the sobs are released, and you cover your face to hide your emotions as they all come tumbling down. No more sarcasm. No more sexy talk. No more wit. This is all you, raw.
And Yuji doesn't run nor cower. Instead, he stays and stands there to hold you, his arms gently wrapping you up in a warm embrace. You gasp at the contact, feeling so safe and secure despite your ugly crying. "Oh, Y/N," he coos. "Y/N, what's wrong? Please don't cry, baby."
But you can't tell him. You can't bear the thought of seeing the hate in his eyes when you realizes the lies you've told him. "I hate myself for doing this to you," you sob. "I'm just gonna get you hurt." Yuji gently pulls away to look at you, his handsome face painted at your tears. "Baby, you're hurting me now. I hate seeing you so upset."
"No, you don't get it!" you exclaim. "I've been lying to you! All of thisâ" You tick a finger between you and him. "âis a fucking lie, Yuji. I-I mean, at first it was, but then..." Then you fell for him. You comitted the ultimate sin to yourself by breaking your promise to yourself.
Yuji's brows furrow, seriousness growing in those gleaming eyes. "Y/N, what's going on?" he firmly asks, squeezing your hands in his. "What do you mean you've been lyin' to me?"
You cower slightly at his firmness, not used to the Wonder Boy Yuji Itadori being so serious. But you can't hide from this anymoe. So you take a deep inhale and let it all come out: "I'm working with Hades." His pink brows furrow and then his eyes flicker with recognition. "Hades? The God of the Underworld, that Hades?"
You frantically nod, fear fluttering in your gut. "Let me explain: he's trying to kill you, Yuji," you warn him. "He hates your guts and he's trying to take over Mount Olympus. He's using me to get you, but I'm only doing it because I want my freedom." Yuji blinks, confused. "Freedom? Are you his prisoner?"
You nod, ashamed, staring down at your shoes. "Long ago, I struck a deal with him after the man I loved left me for another woman. I've been working with him for years, trying to pay my debt...but once you came alone, he took me to help manipulate you and I'd be free."
That's when Yuji's expression shifts to anger, something you've never seen on his face before, and he releases your hands. "So it was all pretend for you?" he sharply asks. "You never liked me at all?" You feel so cold and empty, all parts of you splintering off of you like woods.
"I'm so sorry," you sob, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup. "I don't know how I could do this to you. You're just so sweet and kind and understanding...I don't deserve to be loved by you. I don't even deserve to love you!"
Yuji's eyes widen as if he's just now noticing you. "You...love me?" he whispers. There it is: out in the air and unable to be taken back. So you let yourself confess, not wanting to lie anymore. To him or yourself. "I've fallen for you, Yuji," you confess. "That's why I must go. I need to keep you safe or else, Hades will kill you! I could never live with myself ifâ"
You're suddenly silenced by his lips on yours. This kiss is soft and supple, but also passionate and needy. Yuji grips you to his broad chest with those arms locked tight around you, keeping you against him. You moan into the kiss, surprised and aroused by the flip in his demeanor. When he pulls away, you're panting and your panties are damp. "You don't ever have to worry about Hades," he growls. "Never again will he lay a finger on you. I'll protect you and free you from him."
You blink at him, utterly confused. You thought he would've left by now, but he's still standing there! "What?" you utter, gobsmacked. "You can't promise me that, idiot!"
"I can and I fucking am," he replies, his eyes flashing with a passionate fire that you can't quench with your protests. "You have me now, baby, and I'm not goin' anywhere." He kisses you again until you're nothing but two bodies molded together, hands roaming and lips meshed together.
His soft lips travel to your neck, peppering it in hot, desperate kisses that set you on fire. "Yuji, no," you beg. "Please don't." Yuji pulls away to stare at you, waiting for your go like a gentleman. "You want me to stop?" he whispers. "Tell me you want me to stop and I'll do it."
Though you can feel his obvious hard-on pressing into you, he doesn't dare move further, and that only gets you hotter. "I don't want you to stop," you cry. "And that's the problem." You indulge in his arms, so toned and hard, big enough to squeezr you.
He scowls at you, hands skating down to your waist. "Why is that a problem? Why is it so hard for you to accept love from me?" He presses another hot kiss to your lips that sends you into orbit, nearly tearing your panties off. "Just let me in, baby," he pleads. "Let me be your armor. Your shield. No more hiding. No more lying. Just let me see you."
He cups your face in his calloused hand and suddenly, you're kissing again. Heated. Passionate. Hands roaming over his muscular body and grasping his forearms, gripping them tight as your tongues lap each other up. This is crazy! You can't be kissing and touching on this man! But you can't stop...and you don't want to. You can no longer ignore the heat and deep intimacy you feel for him.
"N-Not here," you stammer, pulling away to get some air. You point yards ahead up on top of a hill where a gazebo sits beneath a canopy of orange blossom trees blocked by two large hedges. "Let's go over there by the gazebo. We can be alone there." Yuji turns to you, realization blazing in his eyes. "Anything you want," he dreamily replies. "Can you still walk?"
Before you can answerâor tell him that you were lyingâ, Yuji is sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the gazebo. "Oh!" you gasp. "Yuji, lay off! I'm fine!" But the pink-haired half-God shakes head, smiling bashfully. "Nuh-uh. I need to make sure my lady is taking care of herself."
His lady. You've never felt such butterflies and arousal at a man calling you a petname before. You are silent and head over heels as he carries you up the hill with ease. The only problem you have with him putting you down is being out of those beefy arms, his chest no longer your pillow.
But all of that vanishes when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you once more as if he can't get enough. You can tell from the hard bulge he is sporting under his skirt, making you ache to see what lies underneath. When he pulls away, his eyes are dripping with lust. "Tell me what you want," he whispers. Even in the midst of lust, he is a gentleman. You smile, running your hands down his broad, chiseled chest. "You," you whisper back. "I want you, Yuji."
Yuji looks like wants to cream himself at your words. "Take me then. I'm yours." You smile, locking eyes with him as you slide his breast plate and vest off to reveal his body. Each chiseled, carved muscle stares back at you and greedily, you run your fingers over each one. He's perfect. Every inch of him. "Mmm," he sighs, eyelids fluttering closed at your touch.
His soft moans and short puffs of air escaping his pretty mouth encourage you to drag your fingers lower until you're on your knees and your hands are grazing his muscular thighs. You hum with satisfaction as your fingers tickle his legs as you hook them under his skirt, using one hand to grab his hard cock. You don't even need to see itâyou can tell it's thick from the feeling of it in your palm.
Yuji groans at the feeling of your soft fingers wrapped around him, tugging him up and down. "Oh, fuck," he softly moans. "Gentle, baby, please. I-I neverâ"
"You never did this before?" you giggle, staring up at him. "I figured. Don't worry, Wonder Boy; you're in good hands." You wink before finally lifting up his skirt, revealing this thick, hard dick standing at attention for you. Your eyes widen at the sight of him between his tree trunk-like legs, hard, tan, and muscular. "You're so hard, baby boy," you purr. "So big."
You can't resist getting your lips wrapped around him after spitting in your palm, getting him nice and slick. You have had your fair share of practice with men, so you know how to give good head. But with Yuji, it isn't part of a plan or out of necessity. You want to suck his hard cock; feeling him fill up your mouth; cum down your throat.
You want to please him as you begin to bob your head up and down, using your wicked tongue to lick his sweet spots and along the tip, knowing that it's quite sensitive. He is very vocal about how good your mouth is as you suck him off, pumping him in time with your glucks with your hand. "A-Ah," he brokenly moans. "F-Fuck, babe, that's...ohhh, that's good."
You pop your lush lips off of his cock, smirking up at the blushing man. "Yeah?" you giggle. "You ain't seen nothin' yet." And then you latch your lips around his hard dick again and suck him hard, hollowing your cheeks as if you are slurping something through a straw. Then you take him deep in your mouth, letting him sink to the back of your throat. Yuji groans, gripping the gazebo railing for dear life, almost breaking it off. "Fuck!" he grunts. "Yes, honey, you're so good! Makin' me feel so fuckin' good!"
His voice practically echoes throughout the land and beyond, reaching the heavens. You feel pride and lust run through you, hot as fire. You pop back off of his cock with a wet pop! and stare up at him, pressing his thick cock to your cheek. "Yeah?" you purr. "I like makin' you feel good, Yuji~"
Then you dive back down, taking him deep down your throat, letting it do all the work. You ignore the sting of tears in your eyes and your aching knees as you deepthroat him, sliding you tight, wet, sloppy mouth up and down on your man's dick. Yuji is a groaning, whimpering mess, his hands clenched tight at his sides, arms bulging like he's about to punch something. "Gods, babe!" he groans. "You keep doin' that I'll cum too quick."
Your heart leaps in excitement at the prospect of getting all of his sweet cum down your throat, finally tasting the nectar of a God for yourself. You slide your mouth off of him, your lush lips dripping in your spit. "Go ahead, pretty boy. I don't mind~"
You don't give him much of a choice when you continue to suck and jerk him off, going faster and deeper, your movements intensified by his loud moaning that echos into the summer night.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Gods, b-baby, I'm gonna...I'm cumming!" With a groan of your name, Yuji cums deep down your throat in a rush of cum that makes you sputter in surprise. There's soooo much! It coats your throat, salty yet sweet, and paints your tongue as it goes down. You have no choice but to swallow, glad to do so, as Yuji's toes curl in his sandals.
When moans finally die down to softer whimpers and pants of breath, you release him and smile up at him, relishing the way he stares down at you with such molten lust. âGood boy.â You then gently lick the rest of his cum off of his softening cock, making him hiss at the sensitvity, and clean yourself up. "Mmmm," you moan as you slurp him off your fingers. "You taste just as good as you look, Ji."
Yuji's eyes shine with supreme satisfaction, making you preen with pride at making such a man feel so good for his first blowjob. "That was amazing," he sighs. He puts his hands out for you and helps you up onto wobbly knees. "But now I have to please you too."
You could've melted right there at the shining lust in his eyes, making you feel slightly shy. There is something about this man that makes you feel like such a high school girl gooning after her crush. You giggle as he scoops you up and places you down on the gazebo bench before quickly kneeling before you. Though he seems bashful as he stares between your thighs, he looks determined and eager, his big hands placed on your waist. "I never tasted a woman before, but I can learn. Teach me how to please you."
You are more than happy to oblige. Slowly, you hike your dress up for him and lean back against the bench, allowing him to slowly drag your wet panties down your slender legs. Yuji is in awe at the sight before him: your gorgeous, puffy pussy, so exposed and glistening in the moonlight with your slick. You flush at his intense gaze, biting your lip. "C'mon, Wonder Boy," you whimper. "You're gonna make me blush."
But all of that shyness flies straight out the window the moment your man gets his mouth on you. After softly instructing him on how to touch you and put his tongue on your pussy, he gets it immediately and it sends you into orbit. Your back arches off of the bench as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls slack, seductive moans leaving your lips as Yuji licks you like his life depends on it.
He pays close attention to your body, his tongue licking up and down, left to right, against your clit. It sends shocks of pleasure through you, making your muscles tense and your thighs clamp around his head. "Oh, that's perfect, Yuji! You're s-so good!" Yuji hums into your pussy, his nose rubbing your clit as his tongue gently tips inside of your dripping hole. You damn near fly off of the bench, your moans drifting into the clouds and the stars. "Gods, yes! Please more! Give me more, baby!" you wail, tossing your head back to the skies.
Yuji moans into your pussy, making his mouth and lips sticky with your wetnes. âThatâs my good girl. You taste so good.â Suddenly, you feel his big hands grip your asscheeks and he lifts you up off of the bench. You shriek, grasping his head with your hands and thighs for dear life. âOh, Yuji!â you moan. âWait, waitââ
âDonât worry, darling. I wonât let you fall. Just feel good for me.â He softly laughs as he leans you up against the wall and continues to slurp you down, drinking your honey right from the source. His fat tongue licks your folds and your clit, quickly sending you over the edge the more he works his mouth.
âShit!â you gasp. âFuck, Iâm close! Iâm gonna cum, Yuji!â He moans into your cunt, wet, sloshing sounds of his tongue swirling in your wet pussy drifting through the air. âDo it," he begs into your slick folds. "Please cum for me, baby. Just for me.â
And after a few more magical strokes of his tongue and feeling those strong hands holding you up, you cum hard. Harder than you ever had in your life. Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a loud sob as you cream all over Yuji's tongue, drenching his chin in your wetness. You soar through the clouds for a moment, free as a bird, before you come back down to earth to be with your man.
After your orgasm high fades, Yuji gently lowers you down onto your feet, his eyes hooded and his lips glistening in your honey. You can't help yourselfâyou toss yourself at him, giving him a passionate, hot tongue kiss where you slurp all of yourself off of his lips. You taste divine coming from his mouth. âOh, wow,â you sigh as you pull away, dreamily staring up at him. âWonder Boy, you really are perfect.â
Though bashful, Yuji looks proud, sexily chuckling as he takes your hands in both of his. âDonât be so sure. I still havenât proven half of myself to you yet.â Your pussy throbs excitedly at that, anticipating his next plan. âSo you wanna fuck me now? Is that it?â You cock your head to stare at him, smirking.
Your man grows pink, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. âW-Well, only if you want to. Iâm happy to just taste you.â Like you couldn't be more attracted to this man! Despite his hard cock that you can see growing between his thighs, he still allows you to make the choice. Fuck Hades. You're in love with this man. âI wanna feel you inside me," you purr, making his cock surge at your dirty words. "Donât worry; Iâll show you what to do.â
Slowly, he places you up on the edge of the gazebo railing and wedges himself between your thighs. With your legs open wide and his tip at your entrance, he gulps as he stares down at where you will soon be connected. "Nice and slow," he whispers, locking eyes with you. "I promise you." You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck as he places his hands on your hips.
And ever so slowly, he slides himself inside of you, stretching you out in the best possible way. You both gasp at the sudden feeling, foreign yet wonderful, your velvety, wet pussy sucking in his thick cock. "Oh, fuck, Yuji!" you gasp, grasping his shoulders for dear life. "That's it! Y-You're so...so..."
Big? Thick? Fucking good? You've never felt this heavenly from a dick before. But then again, no man has ever made you feel this heavenly on their dick before! This is so new to you, making you relish each spark of pleasure that Yuji gives you as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth.
"Y-You feel amazing," he groans, grimancing from your pussy walls squeezing him tight. "I'm tryin' to go slow, baby, b-but it's so hard." You grin at him, moaning as his cock massages every sensitive part inside of you, his pelvis brushing your clit. "Yes, it is," you giggle. "Then fuck me, baby. I want you to make us both feel good. I'm all yours."
You tighten your thighs around him, making him groan as you pull him deeper into your body. A sudden fire ignites in Yuji's eyes, giving you a taste of the Yuji Itadori in battle with monsters and creatures from Hell.
"All mine?" he pants as he begins to rock his hips faster, pumping them back and forth as he fucks you at a mind-numbing pace that makes your pussy wetter and moans drip from your lips. He quickly grows drunk off of your pussy, your wetness slipping down and soaking his balls as he fucks you. "M'all yours too," he slurs. "I wanna make you feel so good, baby. I promise I will. Always."
You can't even properly reply, too busy moaning at how good he's fucking you. But you need more. You need it rough and deep. Apparently, he does too judging by his handsome face screwed up in pleasure from you and his thick cock throbbing in your pussy. "God, darling, you feel too good! I need to...need to-"
"Fuck me harder?" you giggle, your tits bouncing out of your dress from his thrusts. "Go ahead, stud. Pick me up and bounce me on that dick." He looks shocked at your suggestion, but he does as you request anyway, easily picking you up and dangling you off of his waist...and his fat cock.
When he begins to thrust again, you feel as if you're seeing Zeus Himself! Yuji takes you heaven and beyond with his cock, slamming them against your soft asscheeks, plap-plap-plapping sounds filling the air. "Like this?" he pants. "Is this good?"
You grip him with all of your might as he bounces you like a rabbit off of his dick, your slippers falling off of your feet dangling from his toned waist. "O-Oh, yes! That's. S-So. Fucking. Good." Your eyes roll back and you start slurring, drunk off of his perfect cock.
"You look so pretty like this," he groans, staring lovingly at your fucked-out expression. "Love fucking you like this. Makin' my lady feel so good f'me!" You press your breasts against his hard chest, sweat sticking your bodies together. "Kiss me," you whimper and he's helpless to resist. He sloppily tongue kisses you as he fucks you standing up, bouncing you off of his dick, ignoring the outside world just for a taste of your heaven.
But heaven doesn't even come close to when you're about to cum for him. When his thrusts grow faster and harder, you know that he's close, his balls slapping against your ass as he ruts into you. "F-Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum soon!" he whines.
You frantically nod, desperate to have him cum with you. "Go ahead. I want to you to fill me up, pretty boy." But he shakes his head, resisting the urge to shoot a fat load in your pussy and give you a nice half-God, half-human baby of your very own. "No," he growls, determination flashing in his golden eyes. "Not yet. Need to see you ride me...wanna watch you bounce on my dick in the moonlight when I cum."
You feel the urge to cream right there, but you find the inner strength to resist in, wanting to give your man the orgasm of a lifetime. "I can do that," you purr. "Lay down for me then, Wonder Boy. I'm about to make you see heaven when I make you cum for me."
And when you finally hop on his dick when he lies down in the silvery moonlight, you see Mount Olympus as soon as his dick grazes your G-spot. There are only moans, gasps, and pants as you bounce on top of him, sliding your wet pussy repeatedly up and down on his cock, making him moan below you. His big hands grasp your ass, helping you ride him, as you brace yourself on his lickable pecs.
Your tits dangle and bounce in his face, coaxing him to latch his lips around one hard nipple. He sucks as you continue to ride, expertly swirling your hips and rubbing your clit against his stomach to get you closer to the edge of bliss. "Cum for me, Yuji!" you gasp, about to burst. "I want you to cum!"
"I will," he groans, using his hips to thrust up into you. "I promise I will, darling. Just keep riding me please!" He resorts to only babbles of pleasure and delicious begging to sends you over the edge, wailing as you cum all around his cock. With a loud whimper, Yuji cums at the same time as you, shooting a fat load of spunk deep in your mortal pussy, giving you what most girls would kill for.
You gasp as you feel the hot flush of cum explode inside of you, coating your pussy and dripping down to your asshole. You ride out your orgasm, coaxing moans and whines out of Yuji as his orgasm during his first ever time having sex continues, making his eyes roll back and his lush lips form an O.
When it gets to be too much, even for a vixen like you, you slow your hips and roll off of him to lay by his side. You feel your pussy ooze with his cum and your muscles ache from the activity, leaving a smile on your face. "That was the best sex I ever had," Yuji pants beside you. "Er...well, the only time, actually."
You giggle, your smile growing wider, and you turn over to face him. His luscious muscles glisten in sweat under the moonlight, the afterglow of sex radiating off of him. "Well, count your blessings, Wonder Boy," you chuckle. "You may just have a few more times to add to your list."
Yuji turns to bring your body into his, eclipsing the rest of the world with his muscles. "I hope those times are with you," he whispers against your forehead. "You're the only one I want, Y/N. Thank you for that." He presses a soft kiss to the crowd of your head as he wraps those arms around you, tight and secure.
You smile, content in his embrace, and allow yourself to finally let go against his chest. For the first time in forever, you feel free. You don't care about Hades or your ex or your past. Just the little heaven you built with your man.
And you won't stop until you bring heaven to earth just for him.
partygirl!reader whoâs never properly used her key to Bouncer!Priceâs house before⌠well not until tonight, because you just had to see your Price in shining armor. (Get it? Tough crowd?)
Scratch thatâ there was an attempt to use Priceâs key tonight. You just couldnât remember which of your keys was his key. So you knocked on the door once, maybe it didnât come hard enough. Pursing your lips in slight irritation when no one answers. Fumbled through your keys again trying to see which one fit in the door.
And John and the rest of the 141 heard the rattling of the doorknob, no oneâs stupid enough to try to rob him when theyâre all there. Even if John was alone he could handle some intruders, heâs been through worse. John hesitated when heâs at the door though, peeking in the front foors window when he sees a family head of hair, back turned to him as you set on the steps, lazily banging your hand on the door as hard as you could. Large bangles on your wrist âclangingâ with every movement as you softly slur out, âPriiiiice? Priiiice I came to seeee you.â
âWhoâs that Captain?â Gaz asks from the couch. He always sees a twitch of a smile on the older mans face.
The door opens behind you, a wide grin appearing on your face, âItâs the best himself!â You throw your arms around him while falling into his arms. He catches you of course, letting out a a small moan of relief and satisfaction as he hugs you back. His touch hands rub your back, inhaling your squint of perfume and alcohol, âJesus honey, didnât know you were coming today.â
âI made the biiig trip over,â you sigh, nuzzling your face into his chest, âArenât you proud âf me Jooohn? Made it in- hck! Made it in one piece!â
âCourse luv, but why didnât you use the key I gave you?â
You pout, peering your pretty brown eyes up at him, âWouldnât- wouldnât fit, I tried ând tried, ând tried, ând tried-â
Johnâs eyes canât help but soften at you, pecking your lips once, twice, got you all smiles by the third, â âM sure you did, letâs get you ready for bed, yeah?â
Just as the rest of the 141 is about to get up to leave you gasp, âNoooo youâre leaving? We didnât- hck- we didnât meet yet!â
âSure it would be nice tâ meet, but ye need tâ be takin care of.â Soap chuckles and you shake your head, standing up straight and fixing your hair.
âNo- I can do it alone! I donât- I canât ruin Johnâs night.â You slowly blink, biting the inside of his lip. John gives your hip a squeeze, âWonât ruin my night, Iâll see them next week.â
âThatâs soooo far though! What if a rain storm happens?!â You hiccup, tears brimming your eyes.
âRain storm?â Simon asks.
âWe have to stay together! John donât let them go!â Youâre babbling pure nonsense, arms frailing around, adorably so. John canât help but laugh at you, kissing your face while you grumble. âDonât make fun âf me.â
âMâ not, âm not.â He coos, hand going up and down your back, âNo oneâs goin anywhere.â
You suck in a shaky breath, âPromise?â
âPromise, weâll all hang out together, okay bird.â
You donât even remember what happens next, but youâre completely knocked out when John is wiping off your makeup with make up wipes and doing your skin care routine right there on the couch. Making sure you drink water and ibuprofen during your little bursts of consciousness. But Johnâs calloused hands are so gentle with you, bringing you into his lap while you sleep the night away in his shirt, the rest of the 141âs night full of laughter and talking. ďżź
a/n: Iâm clearing my drafts chat part one, part two, part three
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HOW DID YOU END UP HERE?
The question circled your mind like a vulture ; pouty lips parted around a breath you couldn't seem to steady. Heat climbed the constellation of freckles scattered across your cheeks while your gaze drifted upwardâcaught between the two men standing before you.
One wore a wedding band that matched the one on your own hand, the other wearing a glare that had unraveled you thread by thread.Â
You couldnât have been this naive. Not to realize their plan, or how long theyâd been onto you. But none of this was your plan at all.
It justâhappened.
Louisiana heat was something you didn't just feelâyou wore it like a second skin. Even inside the lecture halls of LSU, the humidity of New Orleans clung to everything, making the air thick and heavy. You had carved out a sanctuary for yourself in the very last row of the Business Administration grad program, your head down, curls cascading over your shoulders as you meticulously took notes. You liked the invisibility of the back rowâit kept the world at bay, allowing you to exist in the quiet hum of your own thoughts. Your own fantasies.
But maybe you were dreaming lucidly, because he couldnât have been carved out of anything but your dreams.
He didn't just walk into the room; he took possession of it. A mountain of a man he was, standing well over six feet with a muscular frame that seemed too large for the cramped university seating. His skin had that healthy, olive glow, dotted with a constellation of freckles and moles that trailed up his arms and settled along the line of his jaw. But it was the ink that caught your eye firstâa dense, intricate sleeve that climbed his arm and crept up the side of his neck, marking him as something far removed from the typical corporate suit in the room. When he scanned the class, those deep green eyes flecked with hazel, landing on the only open seat left. Right next to you.Â
âMr. Yeager. So nice of you to join twenty minutes late."
The scrape of a chair as heâthe giantâdropped into the seat beside you.
The professor then cleared his throatââWell, since weâre all here nowâletâs go around the room. Introduce yourselves. What youâre doing here. Why youâre here."
The room droned on, one polished MBA after another rattling off their five year plans like they were reading from the same corporate script. You tucked a loose cinnamon curl behind your ear, eyes glued to your notebookâuntil a deep, graveled voice cut through the monotony. Â
âEren.âÂ
Your head turned. He wasnât even looking at the classâjust you, those heavy lidded eyes scanning your face like he was memorizing it. Â
âOhâ" you blinked, caught off guard by the directness.
âUm. Iâmâ"
âI know your name," he interrupted, voice lowâââProfessor called on you earlier. Said it real sweet, too. Like he knew you."
Heat flooded your cheeks.Â
ââŚI grew up here. Iâm assuming you didnât?âÂ
One dark brow arched, âNah. German roots. Moved down South young enough to know better,â a pause, âYou askinâ âcause of the accent?"
Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your notebook, the paper crumpling slightly under your grip. Â
âYou talk kinda rough," you pointed out, voice so gentle it barely carried over the hum of the classroom. The moment the words left your lips, you regretted themâtoo forward, too familiar. But instead of bristling, Eren just tilted his head, that dark hair slipping slightly from its bun as he studied you. Â
âYou talk soft,â he countered, "Real soft. Makes a man wanna lean in."
Heat fully prickled up the back of your neck, spreading like wildfire across your cheeks once more. You ducked your head, pretending to scribble something importantâanything to avoid that unblinking gaze. Â
Eren didnât seem to mind the silence. He stretched his legs out under the desk, his work boots scuffing the floor as you couldnât help but notice how his thighs strained against the fabric of his jeans.Â
How does a man like this even fit in these tiny chairs?Â
âMy old manâs handinâ over the business,â he finally said, low and unhurried.Â
âConstruction. Been workinâ it since I was a kid. Figured Iâd get the degree to make him proud.âÂ
You peeked up at him through your lashes, lips curvingââThatâs good," you offered, âReal good."
Eren didnât smile back. He just watched you, eyes tracing the bow of your lips, the flutter of your pulse at your throat. The weight of his attention was suffocatingâintoxicating. It made you feel seen in a way that left your skin too tight, your breath too shallow. Â
âWhat about you?" he asked. Â
"Consulting. After my masterâs."Â
A slow nod, âSmart."
That was it. No empty praise, no fake enthusiasm. Just that one word wrapped in that voiceâdark and rich as Louisiana mud. And somehow, that was the best response you couldâve expected.Â
He listened when you spoke. Not the way most people didâhalf distracted, already forming their next thought. No, Eren listened like he was committing every syllable to memory. Like your words mattered. Â
So, he kept sitting next to you every class. Then he started walking you to your car under the sticky southern sun, his shadow swallowing yours whole. Next thing you knew, his rough hands were sliding into your hair, mouth hot on yours, his voice growling âAll fuckinâ mines" against your skin like a vow. Â
And it was a vow, because yeahâyou married him. Of course you did.
Falling in love with Eren was an easy three years. It was the way he built thingsâhomes from the ground up, families from nothing, a life for you both with his own two hands. His construction business thrived under his command, stitching New Orleans back together one house at a time, healing the scars Katrina left behind decades later. And you? You were his consultant, his right hand, his wife. But Lord knows he never let you lift a finger without him hovering like a storm cloud. Â
The day you painted over the âLand Purchased" sign, the Louisiana sun bronzed your skin, your pale gold marquise cut diamond flashing like firelight against your finger. Your hairâa wild spill of cinnamon, copper, and black Balayage curlsâtumbled past your shoulders, sticking to the sweat on your neck. A white tank top clung to every curve, the fabric stretched taut over heavy tits that sat high and full like some impossible dream. Your shorts, dusted with paint splatters, barely contained the sinful swell of your hips, the tremble of your ass with every step. Â
Eren emerged from the half finished farmhouse, shirtless, his olive skin glistening under the sun. His tattoos flexed as he wiped sweat from his brow, those green eyes locking onto you like you were the only thing worth seeing. Â
âYou love it?"
You giggled, soft and sweet with a nod. That slow, knowing nodâthe one that had him crossing the yard in three strides, his large hands finding your waist. A squeak left your lips as he hoisted you up, your legs locking around his hips like they were made to hold him.Â
âLet me hear you,â he rasped, his breath hot against your mouth. Â
âI love it,â you whimpered, dizzy with the feel of him.
And then? His mouth crashed into yours, deep and claiming like he was sealing the promise of this home, this life, this loveâall built by him, for you.
Everything was perfect. Your wedding day draped New Orleans in goldâthe kind of afternoon where the sunlight dripped like honey, where the air smelled of jasmine and the distant hum of a brass band. Eren stood at the altar, a vision in his tailored suit, his dark hair pulled back to show off that sharp jaw, those eyesâendless, fixed on you like you were the only thing that mattered. You floated toward him in a dress that hugged every sinful curve, lace whispering over wide hips, the sweetheart neckline cradling your heavy tits like an offering. Â
And then? Â
He walked in at the reception.Â
âAinât mean to be late, cherè.âÂ
Oh, he kissed your hand too.Â
âTraffic from Baton Rouge was a bitch.âÂ
Onyankopon.Â
Erenâs best man. His business partner. And good Lord, was he nothing like you expected. Â
Dark as rich mahogany, skin gleaming under the fairy lights, he was a mountain of muscle wrapped in a suit that barely contained him. Tattoos snaked up his neck, curling behind his ear where a small NOLA in bold script marked his temple. His cornrows were immaculate, tight against his scalp, leading down to a beard so sharp it could cut glass. But his handsâ Â
âBig," you blurted, champagne tipsy, swaying in your heels. Â
Onyankopon paused mid step, those heavy lidded eyes sliding to yours. A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips as he took your offered hand, his grip swallowing yours whole.Â
âYeah?" he rumbled, âYoâ ass got tiny ones."
Heat flooded youâsobering, dizzying. Erenâs arm slid around your waist, his chuckle nowhere near amused against your ear.Â
âBehave.âÂ
From that day on? Â
You mightâve been fucked.
No, you told yourself it was nothing. Â
Just admiration. Thatâs all. Â
Onyankopon was your husbandâs best friend, his business partnerâof course youâd notice the way his muscles strained against his wifebeater when he hauled lumber, or the way his deep Creole drawl curled around words like âcherèâ when he handed you coffee on sleepy mornings at the job site. Â
It was simple stuff, really. He would lean over your shoulder to check a blueprint, his cologneâsomething dark and spicyâfilling your lungs, his tattooed forearm brushing your bare skin. And suddenly your throat would go dry, your fingers fumbling over the keyboard like youâd forgotten how to type. Â
So yeah, you lied. Â
Because it wasnât just admiration. Â
It was the way your pulse skittered when he looked at you, like he knew the effect he had. The way your skin burned when his fingersâbig, rough, capableâlingered a second too long handing you paperwork. The way you caught yourself staring at the flex of his back under his shirt when he bent to inspect a foundation, the way your thighs pressed together when he laughed, deep and rasping, at something Eren said. Â
You were careful. So careful. Â
You made sure never to be alone with himâlinger too long in the office, stand too close in the supply closet. You kept your voice steady when you spoke to him, your eyes politely averted, your body angled away. Â
You were married for god sake, what was wrong with you?Â
To a man who worshipped you, who built you a home with his hands, who knew you better than you knew yourself. Youâd never do anything to jeopardize that.
âŚBut looking wasnât bad, right?Â
Right.Â
Wellâthat was all until your husband caught you, anyway.
So here you were now. Keys clacked under your French tips as you leaned over the laptop, sunlight filtering through the half renovated lace curtains of a shotgun home. Behind you, the rhythmic thud of hammers and the occasional sharp ting of metal hitting metal filled the airâEren and Onyankopon moving in that seamless, wordless rhythm theyâd developed over years of working side by side. Â
Erenâs music blared from the Bluetooth speakerâOne Step Closer, Linkin Park. While Onyâs music, Pick Your Poison, Rob49 occasionally overtook it when he cranked his phone volume up just to piss Eren off. It was chaos. It was them.
Thenâthe familiar click of Erenâs Zippo. Â
âFais pas ça dans la maison du client, chĂŠri," Please donât smoke in the clients house, loveâyou murmured, Creole lacing your words like honeyâsweet, but firm. Â
Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, already halfway to the door.
âJâsors," Iâm going out, was a term he often grunted, the cigarette dangling between his lips. Then, as an afterthoughtââWife said she wants white oak now, not maple."
You could feel Onyankoponâs irritation immediately.Â
âThe fuck she mean now?âÂ
You didnât have to look up to know his jaw was clenched, that vein in his temple probably throbbingââI was âbout to start the goddamn window."Â
Eren just shrugged, flicking ash onto the porch stepsââHusbandâs payinâ double."Â
âAinât about the moneyââÂ
âThen quit bitchinâ."Â
A cloud of smoke hit Onyankopon square in the face. Â
âChill out, nigga," he warned, voice dropping into something lethal. Â
âAinât nobody bitchinâ."Â
You finally lifted your head, watching the two of themâpolar opposites, brothers in arms, the kind of friendship that thrived on friction. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as Erenâs gaze flicked toward you from across the roomâa cocky half wink, the one that usually melted you into putty. This time, you just rolled your eyes.
âAnd where does she think weâre gonna find white oak for countertops at six in the afternoon?" you asked.
Eren exhaled another plume of smoke, shifting his weight against the doorframe.Â
âNot just countertops," he corrected, gruffââEverythinâ. Counters to white granite, cabinets to off white."Â
A heavy thud echoed through the room. Â
Onyankopon had just dropped whatever tool heâd been holding. He was now leaning back against the exposed studs of the wall, arms crossed, biceps straining against the rolled up sleeves of his forest green shirt.Â
âMight as well tell her to sign up for a whole new renovation," he rumbled, deep voice edged with irritation. Â
Eren reminded, "Youâre the only one complaininâ."Â
âAinât about complaininâ. Itâs about sense."Â
Onyâs jaw ticked, âThereâs three more days in the contract. This ainât some HGTV bullshit where we magically got time and money to burn."Â
Eren flicked ash off his cigarette, âItâs about client satisfaction."Â
Silence stretched for a beatâthen Onyâs gaze slid to you.Â
âWhat âyou think?"Â
You pressed your lips together, suddenly the unwilling mediator. You werenât a fan of getting between their disputesâmostly because you knew them both too well. Knew Erenâs stubbornness, Onyâs razor sharp pragmatism. A soft sigh escaped you as you tucked a wild cinnamon curl behind your ear, fingers lingering at the shell of it. Â
ââŚOnyâs right, baby," you admitted, âItâs a little late for changes when weâre halfway done with the kitchen."Â
Erenâs jaw tightenedâjust a fraction, but you saw it. The flex of muscle, the way his fingers twitched around the cigarette. Â
Then, after a beatââIâm hearinâ you.âÂ
His tone was clipped as he turned back to Ony, âYou got suggestions?"
âFinish the cabinet setup, make the kitchen white. If she ainât happy after?", A slow shrug, âShe can sign another contract."
Eren took a long drag, exhaling through his nose.Â
âAlright.â
Your fingers tapped lightly against the paperwork in front of you, "Think you can grab the maple from Home Depot?âÂ
Eren took one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it out the door, the ember sparking against the gravel.Â
âIâll head there now," he rumbled, already rolling his sleeves higher up his tattooed forearms. Â
Onyankoponâs deep voice cut in from across the room, "You goinâ by yoâself?"Â
âWhy? My other wife wanna kiss nâ make up before I leave?"Â
Ony glared, âI ainât kissinâ yoâ overgrown ass.âÂ
ââSoundinâ like a damn kid," Eren muttered, grabbing his keys from the makeshift hook by the door. Â
âCause Iâm arguinâ witâ one.â
You sighed dramatically, swiveling in your chair just enough to shoot them both a pleading lookâââRennn, can you please come show me some love before yâall start arguing again?"
âYou want some love, huh?âÂ
Your giggle was soft as his fingers tangled in your curls, tilting your head back just enough for him to lean down and rub his nose against yoursâhis version of affection, sweet and possessive all at once.Â
âDonât be long, hm?" you whispered, brushing your lips against the tip of his nose as he lowly grunted, âMhm.â
âYou love me?"Â
Eren sucked his teeth, âYâknow I fuckinâ do," he rasped, before his mouth crashed into yoursâhard, demanding, his. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl in your sandals, all rough lips and barely restrained hunger. Â
Just as you melted into it, Onyankoponâs voice cut through the moment like a bucket of cold water. Â
âAight, aightâremember Home Depot âbout to close?"
Eren dragged his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling away, âLet me kiss on my damn wife," pressing one last rough kiss to your forehead.Â
âHave those consultations ready for me when I get back. Be good.âÂ
Then, he turned to Onyankopon.Â
âYou need some shit from the store, hubby?âÂ
Ony didnât even look up from his sketches, just leveled Eren with a glare that could split concrete.Â
âJust gonâ head âfore I beat yoâ ass, Yeager.âÂ
And with that, the door closed.Â
The thing is, you didnât think Eren would be gone for two hours.Â
The sun was bleeding into the horizon, casting the half renovated shotgun house in golden orange hues. Youâd texted Eren three timesâno answer. Called twiceâstraight to voicemail. Your knee bounced under the desk, fingers drumming against the wood as your eyes flicked toward Onyankopon. Â
He was sprawled on the sofa, his massive frame dominating the space, one boot propped on the coffee table as he sketched out future project blueprints. The muscles in his forearm flexed with every stroke of the pencil, the ink of his tattoos shifting under the dimming light. Â
ââŚEren text you?"Â
Ony didnât glance up, âNah, mama. Ainât answer."Â
Your lips pressed into a thin line. Â
Thatâs when he finally looked at youâreally lookedâhis dark eyes scanning your face before he sighed, deep and slow.Â
âNigga ainât dead, girl," he drawled, ââProllyâ all over NOLA trynaâ find the perfect maple oak like he custom buildinâ Versailles."
A small, reluctant smile tugged at your lips.
 ââŚHeâs a bit overzealous at times.âÂ
Onyankopon smirkedâthat smirk, the one that made your stomach twist, âYou good, though?"Â
âMhm."Â
âYou sure?"Â
âFine."Â
âNeed anythinâ?"Â
âNo."
Every question was another lick of fire under your skin. Because why did he have to be like this? Why did he have to notice?
You swallowed hard, forcing your attention back to the laptop.Â
âI just wanna finish these consultations."Â
âAinât gotta overwork yoâself," Ony murmured, that Creole lilt making the words too smooth, too closeââEren gonâ be out for another minute."Â
Your thoughts swarmed, loud and suffocatingâuntil his voice cut through again, sharper this time. Â
âYou good?"Â
You blinked, âHm?"Â
His eyes dropped just for a fraction of a second, before flicking back up.
âYou sweatinâ."
You looked down. Â
Your own forest green baby tee clinging to the swell of your heavy tits was now damp with sweat. Your nipples, hard and sensitive, were painfully visible through the thin fabric. Â
Oh.Â
An awkward giggle bubbled out of you as you crossed your arms, âItâs just...really hot."Â Â
Onyankoponâs gaze didnât waver. Â
âYeah," he said, low.
âIt is."
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as Onyankoponâs voice cut through the thick silence. Â
âGonâ finish that kitchen window now,â he announced, âYou need me?âÂ
Your brain short circuited.
Huh?
âHm?âÂ
âI said, let me know if you need sumâ, aight?â
You nodded, forcing a smile that probably looked more like a grimace.
âOkay.â
Get it together.Â
Another twenty minutes.Â
Your traitorous eyes flicked up from the screenâjust once, just glancing, thenâ Â
Oh.Â
Oh, no.Â
Onyankoponâs hands. Calloused, rough, knuckles scarred from years of laborâveins thick and pronounced wrapped around the glass pane of the window, biceps flexing under the strain. His stance was wide, thighs like tree trunks braced beneath him, the muscles in his back shifting under sweat slicked skin like some kind of damn art exhibit.Â
And thenâ Â
Hell. Actual hell. Â
His fingers reached at the nape of his neck as he tugged forward to pull his shirt off in one smooth motion, tucking it into the loop of his belt. Brown skin glistened under the fading sun, sweat rolling down the deep ridges of his abs, all the way to the broad expanse of his chest. He was thick and corded, Adamâs apple bobbing as he grunted, hefting the window into place like it weighed nothing. Â
You were dizzy. Â
How easy would it be for him to pick you up like that? Â
To pin you. To fuâ
The door swung open.Â
You damn near leaped out of your skin, scrambling upright in your chair as you snatched a pen like youâd been vigorously taking notes this whole time. You scribbled absolute gibberish at the bottom of some poor clientâs consultation form, clearing your throat so loud it was borderline theatrical. Â
âBaby, you alright?" Erenâs voice was rough, âYou need some water?"Â
You shook your head quickly, not realizing just how flushed your face was until you felt the heat crawling up your neck. Desperate to ground yourself, you reached for him, palms sliding up his tattooed arms to tug him down closer. Â
âItâs Louisiana," you deflected.Â
âWhat took you so long?"Â
ââDamn near had to travel across the entire goddamn state to find the maple,â he grumbled, but his hands were already sliding down, calloused fingers finding the dip of your waistâthat spot, the one that made you squirm every time. A soft noise escaped you, lips parting in a small pout as your back arched instinctively under his touch. Â
âMissed you," you whispered against his jaw, your mouth barely grazing his. Â
âYeah?"Â
You nodded, but something flickered across your faceâsomething off.  Â
Your husband was a lot of things, but oblivious wasn't one of them. Â
âEyes,â he murmured, "Need âem on me."Â
You swallowed hard, forcing a small smile as your hands slid up to rub at his broad shouldersââMâjust tired," you lied, the words slipping out too easily. Â
âThatâs it?"Â
âMhm."Â
Eren studied you for another long secondâwithout another word he dipped his head, his lips trailing hot, possessive kisses along your jaw, all the way down to the column of your throat. Â
âMissed you too," he growled against your skin, the scrape of his teeth making your fingers tangle in his hair, head tipping back to give him better access. Â
But your eyesâunfortunately for youâmightâve flicked to Onyankopon just one more time.Â
Later that night, dim glows of your vanity lights cast a honeyed halo around your reflection as you pressed your fingertips into your cheeks, tracing the warmth lingering there. Your face was still flushedâtoo flushed, the heat creeping from your temples down to your collarbones like a slow burning fever.Â
You dragged your gaze over your own features in the mirror. Your full, heart shaped lips, naturally dark like theyâd been dipped in mahogany, the sultry slope of your almond eyes lined with those impossibly long, fox like lashes. Even on your softest days, your face carried something sinfulâsomething that made your husbandâs grip tighten when other men looked too long. The oversized DEFTONES tee youâd thrown on swallowed your curves, but it couldnât hide the stubborn peaks of your nipples, still stiff beneath the fabric. Â
God, were you ovulating or something?Â
The steady drum of the shower cut through your thoughtsâEren was in there, steam fogging the glass, water sluicing down the hard planes of his body. You bit your lip, willing the image to overwrite the one still scorched behind your eyelids; Onyankoponâs thick neck glistening with sweat, his hands flexing around that window frame like it was weightless.Â
âMeine schĂśne Frau.âÂ
Pretty girl.
Erenâs voiceârough, sweetened by the German endearmentâsnapped you back. The bathroom door creaked open, a wave of steam rolling out as he stepped into the bedroom, his massive frame barely contained by the towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets clung to the ridges of his abs, the kind of carved definition that looked like heâd been sculpted by some vengeful god. And there, thick and heavy against the damp fabricâthe outline of him made your mouth water. Â
He dragged a second towel over his dark hair, slicking it back as his eyes met yours in the mirror. Â
âYou finish up those emails earlier?âÂ
Your fingers froze mid reach for the vanity drawer. Shit.Â
âNo,â you admitted, rifling through the contents with sudden urgencyââIâll get it done before bed.âÂ
Eren stilled. You could feel his gaze sharpening even before he spoke. Â
âWhat happened?âÂ
âGot distracted with some calls.â
A beat of silence.Â
âYou seem distracted now,â His tone was deceptively light, but his eyes werenât.Â
âCanât even look at me straight.â
âMaybe âcause youâre so handsome, hm?âÂ
Eren huffed.Â
A sound that wasnât quite a laugh, more like the click of a puzzle piece snapping into place. His stare burned into the side of your face, heavy enough that your skin prickled. You gave him a wobbly smile, turning back to the drawer like your bonnet was the most fascinating thing in the world. Â
âLet me ask you somethinâ.âÂ
Your pulse kicked into a rabbit's quick rhythm the second those words left Erenâs mouth. Â
"Onyankopon."Â
A beat. Â
âYou like him?"Â
Your fingers stilled against the vanity, brows lifting as you blinked at himâonce, twiceâbefore forcing out a nervous laugh.Â
âHeâs your best friend, why wouldnât I like him?"Â
He dragged the towel over his hands. Slowly.Â
âThatâs not what Iâm askinâ.â
âThen what are you asking?"
âTruth," he said simply, green eyes pinning you in placeââSo Iâll ask again. You like him?"
âI donâtâ"Â
The second those words slipped out, his stare cut through you, silencing the lie before it could fully form. Â
You swallowed hard, shifting tactics. Â
ââŚThatâs a weird question to ask, Eren."Â
âNah,â he countered, tossing the towel asideââIt ainât."
Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you studied his faceâsearching for anger, jealousy, something. But his expression was unreadable, carved from stone. And maybe thatâs why the truth tumbled out before you could stop it. Â
â... I do."Â
You then rushed to add, âBut itâs not like that. Itâs justâa fantasy, you know? Iâd never act on it."
Your voice wavered, âYou know that, right?"
Silence. Â
âYour fantasy," he said finally, voice rough.Â
âTalk me through it."
âWhat?"Â
âActinâ like you donât understand isnât gonna change my question.âÂ
Your face burned, toes curling against the plush rug.Â
âItâs silly."Â
âYou think Iâm mad at you?"Â
âAre you?"
âIâm not. âShit ainât silly if youâre blushinâ like this."
He then repeats, âTell me.âÂ
You swallowed, âYouâre sure youâre notâ?"
âBaby," he cut in, impatient, âCâmon."Â
A shaky exhale.Â
âItâs seeing him do masculine things. How sweet he is. ItâsâŚa turn on. Butâ" You hesitated, voice dropping to a whisper, âThe idea of both of you together isâŚmore.â Â
âYou think about him fuckinâ you?"Â
ââRenâ!"Â
âYou think âbout him fuckinâ you while I watch?"Â
You shrieked, rushing over to slap a hand over his mouth.Â
âEren, Jesusâno! I justâboth of youâthatâs all!"Â
Panic sent you scrambling into his chest, clinging to him even as he stood unmoving, his lack of reaction only making you whimper harder.Â
âItâs stupid, I know. Iâd neverâIâd neverâ"Â
âThatâs somethinâ you want?" His voice was dangerously calm, âMe anâ him? You wanna take that?"
You squeaked, burying your face in his chest with a mortified groan, âBaby! Stop it!âÂ
A low chuckle rumbled through him as he finally moved, his hands finding your hips, dragging you flush against him. Â
âSchĂźchterne Frau," he murmured against your ear, rough and warm. Â
Shy woman.
Eren's massive hands then circled your waist, lifting you like you weighed nothing. The world tilted as he deposited you onto the bed, his towering frame caging you in like some predator playfully trapping his prey. e. Â
âYou're insane,â you exhaled, fingers twisting around his armsââHow aren't you mad? Why aren't you mad?"Â
âNothinâ to be mad about."
âIâve been feeling crazy all day.âÂ
âIâm knowinâ,â he mused, âShit was kinda cute to see.âÂ
You flicked his nose. Hard. Â
âOuch.â
Before you could argue more, his straight teeth caught the hem of your oversized tee, dragging it up with a slow, deliberate pull. The fabric slipped past your waist, your ribs, and thenâthereâyour swollen, heavy tits spilled free, nipples already pebbled and aching. Â
A rough groan escaped him as his mouth descended, sucking one peaked bud between his lips with a greedy, wet drag. You yelped, slapping his bicep as pleasure shot straight to your core. Â
He pulled off with a filthy pop, gaze heavy lidded.Â
âYou done with your lilâ tantrum?â Â
You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt.
âMy husband just made me admit I fantasize about a threesome with his best friend. Iâm validated in my tantrum.â Â
His lips trailed hot, open mouthed kisses up your sternum, between your breasts, along the column of your throatâeach one leaving fire in its wake.Â
âAinât nobody said all that, huh?â Â
You shuddered, âCan we stop talking about this? Can you just say Iâm pretty and that you love me?â Â
âYouâre the prettiest thing in the fuckinâ South.â
When you huffed unsatisfactorily, he then cradled your face, forcing your gaze to meet his. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, his voice dropping to that possessive growl that made your toes curl. Â
âI love you so fuckinâ much, woman. Youâre mine."Â
You puckered your lips in demandâand Eren obliged, peppering them with teasing, playful kisses until you sighed, melting under him. Â
âMkay," you relented, âAll is forgiven."Â
Then, with mischief sparking in your eyes, you poked his dimple and wiggled your brows.
âWanna get freaky?"Â
âYeah," he hummed, "Let me just call Onyankopon firstâ"Â
You flicked his nose again.
The next few days had been nothing short of perfectâyour off days filled with the kind of lazy, indulgent bliss that made your heart swell. Sleeping in tangled limbs, slow mornings spent cuddling under thick blankets while rain pattered against the windows. You watched Eren move through the house like a restless storm, fixing things heâd been too busy to touch for monthsâtightening cabinet handles, oiling hinges, his muscles flexing under the thin fabric of his shirts as he worked. Â
But the real highlight came when Eren closed a high paying deal heâd been chasing for months. Youâd screamed, silent but full bodied, jumping up and down on the bed like an overexcited kid while Eren gripped your ankle to steady you, tryingâand failingâto hide his grin behind a gruff, "Relax."Â
Overall? Itâd been a damn good weekend. Â
âŚHereâs when shit got weird.Â
Sunday football was a sacred ritual between Eren and Onyankoponâone you usually tagged along for out of sheer love. The routine was always the same ; morning games, the gym, then a home cooked mealâsomething indulgent, now a fancy spread to celebrate the big contract. Â
But today? Â
Today wasâŚdifferent. Â
You padded downstairs in your Def Leppard tee, voice still thick with lingering drowsiness as you murmured, âBon matin, mes gros bĂŞtes,â good morning, my big beasts.
They were already planted on the couch, the glow of the TV casting shadows over their faces. Normally, theyâd be shouting at the screen, arguing over plays, or tossing crude jabs at each other between sips of beer. But today? Silence. Heavy, charged, unsettling silence. Â
They returned the greetingâEren with a low âMorninâ, baby,â Ony with a slow, âSleep good?â
 But their voices didnât match the tension in the air. It was thick, heady, pressing against your skin like a touch you couldnât shake. Â
Eren broke the silence first. Â
"Onyâs stayinâ for dinner."Â Â
Onyankoponâs dark eyes followed the words, followed youââIf thatâs aight with you.âÂ
The way he said it wasnât really a question. Â
You smiled softly, "Bien sĂťr, of course itâs okay."Â
You tilted your head, âYou guys okay with what Iâm making?"Â
âIâll eat anything you put on a nigga tongue, girl.âÂ
Your pulse stuttered, your mouth suddenly dry, and you could only nod stiffly before turning toward the kitchen, face burning. Maybe you were reading too much into it. Maybe you were losing it.Â
But if that wasnât weird? Â
This was. Â
By noon, the energy shifted againâthis time, louder, looser. Beer bottles clinked as Eren and Onyankopon tore into each other over the Saints vs. Cowboys game, their voices rough with playful aggression. Â
âThe hell you mean âheâs washedâ? Brees could out throw Prescott in his goddamn sleep!â
âMan, shut yoâ delusional ass upâPrescott got legs and an arm, yoâ nigga was throwing ducks by â18.â
You curled into Erenâs side, half listening, half reading a book youâd pulled from the shelfâuntil the warmth of his body and the steady rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a drowsy haze. Â
And then?
Touch.Â
Onyankoponâs rough fingers grazed your hipâjust once, featherlight, barely there. A whisper of contact that couldâve been an accident. Erenâs hand then clamped down on your ass, pulling you deeper into himâŚcloser to Onyankoponâs touch. Â
You froze. Â
âThatâs a bullshit ass call and you know it!â Eren barked, his grip on you tightening as he leaned forward, jostling you.Â
âFuck outtaâ here!âÂ
Their voices blurred into white noise. Your heart pounded so hard you swore they could hear it, your skin burning where both their hands lingeredâErenâs possessive kneading, Onyankoponâs fingers tracing slow circles near the hem of your shirt. Â
You squeezed your eyes shut, playing asleep, but your body betrayed youâarching subtly into Erenâs chest while your thigh brushed Onyankoponâs. The scents of themâErenâs cedar and leather musk, Onyankoponâs deep spiceâwrapped around you like a fog, dizzying. Â
Eren shifted again, his arm sliding behind you, guiding you until your ass was right there, nearly in Onyankoponâs lap. Â
You inhaled shakily.Â
The gym was supposed to be your sanctuaryâiron clanging, weights thudding, the sharp scent of sweat and cleaning solution filling your lungs as you worked off the restless energy coiling in your stomach. But today? Â
Today, nothing felt right.Â
You stood behind both men, watching them switch off reps with the kind of effortless, predatory strength that made your mouth go dry. Erenâs tattoos flexed under the harsh overhead lights as he powered through a set of deadlifts, his low grunts sending an embarrassing shiver down your spine. Onyankoponâs back muscles rippled with every controlled pull on the cable machine, his deep voice growling something about âWeak ass form,â at Eren between breaths. Â
Tugging your sweat damp curls into a messy clip, you triedâtriedâto focus on your own set, but the air between the three of you felt charged, thick with something you couldnât name. Â
âArch yoâ back more, lilâ mama," Â he murmured, his voice rough and too close, too warm against the shell of your ear. His hands slid down to your hips, adjusting your stance with a firm grip that sent heat spiraling straight to your core.
âThere you goâgood fuckinâ girl."Â
You nearly stumbled. Â
Erenâyou husbandâwas right there, watching with those dark unreadable eyes, Onyankoponâs fingers lingering just a second too long. Â
SMACK!
Erenâs palm connected with your ass, the sharp sting making you yelp as the flesh jiggled under his touch.Â
âSchau nicht so verloren,â he growledâdonât look so lostâbefore giving you another rough tap, fingers flexing possessively. Â
What the fuck was happening?
Everything had led into the night. The warm glow of the kitchen lights cast a soft halo around you as you moved gracefully between the stove and the counter, the rich aromas of garlic, thyme, and smoked paprika swirling through the air. The wine had done its jobâeasing the tension coiled in your shoulders, smoothing the edges of your nerves until you hummed along to the sultry jazz playing low in the background. Â
A buttery pale yellow ruched set hugged your curves like a loverâs handsâthe fitted capris accentuating the flare of your hips, the halter top cinching your waist just right, delicate white lace bow at the nape of your neck teasing against skin. Your heavy tits pressed together, nipples taut against the thin fabric, the pale gold jewelry at your wrists and ears catching the light with every movement. Delicate gold heels clicked softly against the hardwood as you swayed slightly, seasoning the pot before you with practiced hands. Â
Thenâthat feeling. Â
The weight of eyes on you through the patio door.Â
Eren leaned back in his chair, white wifebeater stretched tight across his broad chest, open flannel shirt framing his thick arms. The silver chain around his neck glinted as he tilted his head back, exhaling a slow, deliberate stream of smoke from between those deep, full pink lips. His dark hair was tied back in that low bun hidden under a backwards cap, loose tendrils framing his sharp jaw as he murmured something to Onyankopon.Â
And Onyankoponâgodâhis cornrows were fresh, edges crisp, the deep brown of his skin glowing under the dim patio lights. His beard was neatly trimmed, the scent of that new shea butter youâd noticed earlier clinging to him. His laugh, deep and rich, was muted through the glass, but you knew that soundâknew the way it rumbled through his chest. Â
Their gazes locked onto you with an intensity that made your fingers tighten around the wooden spoon. Erenâs hand rubbed absently at his jaw. Onyankopon lifted his chin slightly, a slow, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he gave you a lazy, two fingered wave. Â
Out of pure nerves, you lifted your hand in a sweet, awkward little wave back, your dimple popping as you forced a smile.Â
The moment they stepped back inside, the air in the kitchen thickened. You felt it before you even turned around, the weight of their presence pressing against your skin like a physical touch. Â
Eren loomed behind you first, his broad frame blocking the light from the hallway as he peered down at you with those damned eyes of his. His gaze trailed over the gold crucifix hugging your ankle, his nostrils flaring slightly before he rumbled, low and rough, âMissed you.â
Before you could respond, Onyankoponâs deep voice cut in from the doorway.Â
âYou lookinâ real pretty, girl.â
Eren stepped closer, his large hand tangling in your loose curls, tuggingâlike a child demanding attention. You humored him, turning to press a sweet, absentminded kiss to his cheek before gently pulling away, your voice a soft murmur.
âJust wanted to look pretty for you guys tonightâItâs a celebration, right?"
But Eren wasnât having it. His lips found your jaw instead, rough and insistent, his tongue flicking against your skin in a tease. You let him, your hand coming up to rub at his shoulder in a weak attempt to ground himâor maybe yourself.Â
âYou guys hungry?" you managed, voice barely steady. Â
âStarvinâ," Eren growled against your throat before claiming your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. His tongue slid past your lips without hesitation, your body responding before your brain could catch up. Â
Onyankopon watches, âYou always lookinâ good, mama. You know that?"Â
Overstimulation prickled under your skin. Your laugh came out awkward, breathless as you cupped Erenâs jaw to gently break the kiss, holding him in place.Â
âThank you, Ony," you hummed, your exhale shaky as you forced yourself to focusââDinnerâs almost ready, okay?"Â
Eren nuzzled into the vanilla scented crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point as he finalized, âDonât be long."Â
ThenâSMACKâhis palm connected with your ass once more, the sharp sting making you jolt, âCanât keep my fuckinâ mouth off you," he grunted, like it was your fault. Â
Onyankoponâs voice was really the final blow, smooth as whiskey.Â
âYeah. We waitinâ on you."Â
We waitinâ on you.Â
You tried to rationalize it allâtold yourself both men were just a little high, thatâs why the energy between you had shifted so drastically. Thatâs why Eren had been so possessive, why Onyankoponâs compliments felt heavier than usual. Â
Eren had disappeared upstairs to find another lighter, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Onyankopon while you put the final touches on dinner. The rich scent of beef stew filled the air, the buttery cornbread golden and steaming in its cast iron skillet. You focused on plating everything just rightâgarnishing each dish with a sprinkle of fresh parsley, making sure each portion was even. Â
The silence stretched, but this time, you refused to let it be awkward. You glanced over at Onyankoponâseated at the table, his massive frame relaxed yet imposing, forearms corded with muscle as he crossed them over his black wifebeater. Â
âHowâd you spend your days off, Ony?â you asked, blowing a stray curl from your face absentmindedly. Â
His dark eyes tracked the movement before he answered evenly, âShit was aight. Mostly caught up on sleep.â
A pause, âYou?â
You smiled, stirring the stew gently.
âJust mushy couple stuff. Slept in, cooked, let Eren drag me around like a backpack.â Â
Onyankopon huffed a laugh at that, shaking his head slightly. Â
âSo, how do you feel about the new contract?âÂ
âBlessed,â he admitted, leaning back in his chairââYoâ husband been on my ass âbout expanding outside Louisiana. Nigga be givinâ me a hard time when it come to this job.â
You shake your head, âItâs not like that. Erenâs just particular, like his father was.â Â
âIâm knowinâ.âÂ
Onyankopon asks, âHow you put up with him?â
Your smile softened, âThe same way you do. I love him. Regardless.âÂ
He chuckled lowly at that, the sound vibrating through the space between you.Â
âAight. I feel that.âÂ
And just like that, the conversation lulled into comfortable silence again. Â
A few minutes passed, the quiet only broken by the clinking of dishes as you arranged the last of the food. Â
Thenâ Â
âOny?â
The words hovered on your tongue, carefully weighed before you finally spoke. Â
ââŚI just wanna thank you for coming back home and partnering with Eren."
Your voice was soft, âAfter his fatherâs passingâhe needed you, you know?"Â
Onyankoponâs face shiftedâsolemn, the usual playful edge in his eyes dimming. His lips pressed together before he answered, âA nigga like me even more grateful to have somebody like him in my corner. Nothinâ to thank me for."Â
You turned back to the cutting board, but his next question made your hands still. Â
âWhat about you? You happy to have me around?"Â Â
âOf course.â
âIonâ make you feel a type of way?"Â
âNo?âÂ
His brow arched. Like he didnât believe you. Â
You swallowed, âYouâve been sweet to me since the beginning."Â
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he leaned back in his chair, manspreadingâthick thighs stretching the fabric of his cargos, abdomen flexing beneath the black wifebeater. Â
âSweet, huh? You think Iâm sweet?"Â
Heat pricked at the back of your neck, but you nodded anyway.Â
âI do."Â
âNothinâ else?"Â
Your fingers curled tighter around the knife as you shook your head, turning back to slice the last piece of cornbread. Â
Thenâ Â
âI see how you be lookinâ at me."Â
The blade slipped. Â
A sharp gasp tore from your lips as steel bit into skin, blood welling instantly along your fingertip. You dropped the knife with a clatter, clutching your injured hand as your face twisted in discomfort. Â
Onyankopon was on you in seconds. Â
His monstrous height dwarfed you, his large hands swallowing yours as he assessed the woundârough fingers cradling your delicate palm with surprising gentleness. Â
"IâI wasnât paying attentionââ
Oh god.
Oh god.
He was sucking your finger.Â
Your lips parted as the warmth of his tongue swept over the cut, slow. A shiver wracked your bodyâevery nerve ending alightâas his lips sucked gently, coaxing the sting away. Â
When he pulled back, his voice was a rough rasp against your skin. Â
âYou got a taste on you, girl."Â
He didnât let go. Just held you there, his grip firm, eyes burning into yours as he murmured, âYou gotta be more careful.âÂ
You couldâve died right there. Â
 Erenâs heavy footsteps descended the stairs, walking into Onyankopon still holding your handâhis gaze flickered between you both, lingering for just a second before he simply asked, âWhat happened?"Â
"She cut herself.â
Erenâyour fucking husbandâbarely reacted.Â
Just grunted, âGotta watch them hands, baby.â
Thatâs when it clicked.
You werenât crazy. Â
Not now. Not this morning. Not days ago. Â
This hadnât been coincidences. This was a hunt.Â
Dinner had been a blurâconversations ebbing and flowing around you like distant radio static, your thoughts drowning beneath the weight of their presence. You werenât delusional anymore, werenât in denial. Â
You were justâŚwaiting.Â
âYoââremember when we went to Velvet & Vixen on Bourbon? Niggas was weird.â
Erenâs low chuckle vibrated through the table, fingers idly tracing the rim of his whiskey glass.
âThat one guy told me he wanted to be a dog,â he smirked, ââWore a collar under his clothes at work.â
You tapped your wine glass absently as they laughed, the sound thick, indulgentâlike they were savoring something deeper than the joke. Â
Then, Erenâs eyes slid to you. Â
âLast time we went there together was a couple years ago, baby?â
You blinked, the memory surfacingâdim neon, crowded aisles, the heat of his hand on your lower back.Â
âYeah,â you giggled, swirling your drink, âWe did.âÂ
Erenâs grin looked to Onyankopon.Â
âShe had me in there for hours.âÂ
âNo I did not!âÂ
Onyankopon mused, âFor what? Applyinâ for the job or sumâ?âÂ
You toyed with your fork, a flush creeping up your neck.Â
âWe went in there for aââ
You bit your lip, laughing nervously.Â
âItâs a little TMI.âÂ
âCâmon, girl. I ainât gonâ run off.â
You looked between them as you exhaled, ââŚOkay. I went in for a dâa dildo.âÂ
You hesitated, âBut the ones they had were too big for me. All over six inches.âÂ
Silence. Â
The kind that hummed, electric. Â
You saw itâthe way Erenâs pupils swallowed green, the way Onyankoponâs jaw clicked, his knuckles whitening around his glass. Â
Then?Â
Onyankopon laughed.
A deep, rolling sound that sent a full body chill straight down your spine. Your breath hitched as you looked at him, really lookedâthe same way you had the first time you met him.
Fear.
Intimidation.Â
âŚArousal.
And when he said this?
âShe ainât gonâ be able to fit me.â Â
Your body froze.Â
Erenâs voice cut through, low and possessive, âNah. She be takinâ every inch of me real good now.âÂ
Were you going into shock? You had to be.Â
âMeine hĂźbsche Frau. So verdammt schĂźchtern.âÂ
My pretty wife. So fuckinâ shy.
Your skin burnedâlike youâd been doused in gasoline, like a single spark would ignite you. Â
His voice dropped to a graveled rumbleââYounâ want me no more?âÂ
Your lips partedâpouting, pleading, âRenââÂ
âNuh uh,â Eren tsked, tilting his head.Â
âNone of that poutinâ shit. Use your words.âÂ
âCâmon, girl. Lemmeâ hear that pretty ass fuckinâ voice.âÂ
Youâd never felt so cornered in your lifeâtrapped between their heat, their hunger, the unspoken promise in their eyes. Â
And from that point on? Â
You were absolutely, positively, fucked.
So here you were now. The air was pure sex, the dim glow of lamplight casting shadows across your trembling body as you knelt between themâcaught in the electric tension of their hunger. Â
Your back arched like a bowstring, spine curving as you pressed your cheek into the sheets, curls framing your curves like molten fire. Your palms barely covered the stiff peaks of your nipples, but it didnât matterâtheir eyes burned through you, stripping you bare. Â
Eren stood at the foot of the bed, his cock heavy and hard, flushed a soft pink against his olive skin. Long, veined, demanding. Onyankopon stood beside him, thick thighs bracketing his hipsâhis own arousal a brutal contrast, wider, darker, bigger, the deep plum tip glistening as it bobbed inches from your ass. Â
âShow us how pretty your shit is, baby."
Erenâs voice was rough velvet, scraping over your nerves. A command, not a request. Â
A whimper caught in your throat as you obeyedâspreading your thighs, fingers parting your glistening folds with shaky reverence. Your pussy was already flushed, slick, begging, the plush folds gleaming under the low light. Â
Onyankopon lets out a rough soundâsomething between a curse and praiseâas his thick fingers grip the supple flesh of your thighs, kneading. SMACK! A sharp sting of his palm made you jerk, your folds fluttering around nothing. Â
âFuck," Eren exhaled, his knuckles whitening around the base of his cock as he watched your slick drip onto the sheets. He stepped closer, his grip bruising as he wrenched your legs apart further. Â
"Look at that," he growled, slapping the thick head of his cock against your swollen clit. Â
You jolted, a low whimper breaking free as your hips chased the fleeting pressure. Â
âWhich one you feelinâ, huh?âÂ
ââŚâRen," you trembled, voice breaking.Â
âFeel you, baby.âÂ
"Just me," he snarled, grinding his tip against your desperate entranceââAlways mine. Ainât she?"Â
Onyankoponâs agreement was dark, âYours entirely.âÂ
Your spine arched, a silent fight to swallow the second needy whimper threatening to spill from your lips. Cheek pressed into silk sheets, your lashes flutteredâhalf lidded, drunk on the weight of their stares. Â
âCâmere,â Eren demanded, âCome show me some love.âÂ
Your favorite phrase. It meant either the sweetest affectionâor this. His cock, thick and heavy against your lips, the musk of him flooding your senses as you nuzzled into his hip. Â
Your lips parted the moment you turnedâthe broad head of his cock pushing past them, the salt of pre cum bursting on your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks. Â
âFuck,â His groan was ragged, hips jerking forwardââWatch them teeth."Â
You mewled around him, the warning making your cunt pulse. His fingers twisted in your curls, yanking your head down until his tip hit the back of your throat. Tears pricked your lashes as you gaggedâsoft, wetâyour nails biting into his thighs. Â
âI know youâre excited, baby," Eren rasped, rolling his hips deeperââCareful.âÂ
Onyankopon watched, his own dick palmed in a brutal grip, veins standing stark against brown skin. A string of saliva dripped from your swollen lips as you pulled back, lips circling your husband's shaft with a filthy schlick.Â
ââM sorry,â you whined, ââDidnât mean to hurt you, baby.âÂ
Erenâs chest rumbledâhalf growl, half museâââKnow you ainât mean it."
His thumb swiped your jaw, smearing gloss and spit. Â
âTongue out."Â
A dark command, âShow me how good my girl is."
You obeyed instantlyâmouth slack, tongue lolling, pink and used beneath his cock. You took him deeper, throat fluttering as his tip breached it. The sounds were obsceneâgagging, moaning, the slick slap of his pelvis against your chin. Â
âShe ainât stoppinâ no time soon," Eren taunted, fingers tightening in your hair. Â
âYou doinâ a good job, girl."
Onyankoponâs voice was thick as he continued, âGoddamn.âÂ
âSheâs doinâ a good job, huh?â Eren repeated, his free hand raking into your hair again, âYou see that? My babyâs givinâ her all right now.â
âIâm watchinâ,â Onyankopon replied, his neck flexing from how he held himself. His fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his length, âI see you real good. Pretty ass bitch.âÂ
Your face was a mess at this point. The makeup you had on earlier was smeared all across your mouth, your eyes still holding Onyankoponsâ while Eren continued to move your head with his strong, large fingers.Â
âShe gettinâ better?"Â
Onyankoponâs jaw flexed, âYeah. Mouth good as hellâIâm trynaâ feel that shit."
His dick, monstrous in his grip, twitched.Â
âYou gonâ let me?"
Your mouth slows around Erenâtongue dragging one last, filthy stripe up his length before your eyes flicker to Onyankopon. To it.Â
His dick is a monsterâthick, veined, the deep plum head glistening, twitching just inches from your lips. Your throat flutters at the sight, a whimper catching in your chest. But itâs not just the size that has your pulse spiking. Â
Itâs the look in Onyankoponâs eyes. Â
Like heâs already imagining you choking on him. Â
Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips as you glance up at Erenâseeking permission, seeking reassurance.
ââŚCan I?â Â
Eren exhales through his nose, jaw clenched, before giving a single, sharp nod. Â
"Go âhead."Â
You donât hesitate. Â
Your lips part, tongue flattening against the underside of Onyankoponâs dick, tasting himâmusky, salt-bitter, addicting. Your fingers dig into his quads, nails leaving half-moons in dark skin as you suck at his tip, moaning at the sheer fullness of him in your mouth. Â
âFuckâ"Â
Onyankoponâs voice is ruined, hips jerking forward.Â
âThere you goâthat fuckinâ mouth."Â
Eren watches the way your lips stretch, the way your cheeks hollow, the way you whimper around Onyankoponâs girth like itâs the best thing youâve ever had. Â
Youâre sloppier with him. Needier. Drool slicks your chin as you bob, tongue swirling around his shaft, sucking like youâre starved.Â
âKeep talkinâ to her," Eren growls, fingers tightening in your hair.Â
"Thatâs the shit she likes."Â
Onyankoponâs hands find your faceârough, claimingâthumbs pressing into the dip of your cheeks, forcing your mouth wider. Â
"Pretty ass face, Mama," he rumbles, eyes locked on yours.Â
âSuckinâ me up like a fuckinâ pro.âÂ
You moan around him, the vibration making his thighs flex.  Â
Eren grunts, âKeep takinâ that shit, baby."Â
Onyankopon pushes deeper, the schlupp of your spit slicked lips echoing as your throat convulses. His thumb drags over your stretched mouth, feeling himself inside you. Â
âTastes so good.âÂ
You were mewling, mindlessly at that.Â
âYeah? How itâ look?"Â
You pull off with a pop, tongue lolling, lips swollen and shiny.Â
â'Looks so good. So handsome, Papa."Â
Onyankopon growls at the pet nameâlow, animalisticâbefore yanking you forward again. Â
Erenâs voice returns, "Look in her eyes."Â
Onyankoponâs gaze burns into yoursâdark, unrelentingâas you take him back, deeper this time, until your nose brushes his pelvis. Â
âAlways keep themâ eyes on her."Â
Your vision blurs, tears spilling as you gag, but you donât look away. Canât.
Because thenâ Â
Onyankopon yanks you back and spits between your parted lips. Â
You moan, tongue darting out to catch it before heâs kissing youâdeep, possessiveâfingers tangled in your curls as he licks into your mouth like he owns it. Â
And when you drop back to his dick, slapping it against your tongue with a wet smackâ Â
You hear your husbands, âDonât be fuckinâ cute," drag out in a warned grunt.Â
You giggle, high and breathless, taking Onyankoponâs balls into your mouth, sucking.
âJust wanted to taste him, baby,â you whined.Â
Eren graveled, âYeah?âÂ
He then grunts, âQuit playinâ. Lay on your back, missinâ your pussy in my mouth.â Â
Your back hits the mattress. The moment you're down, Erenâs hand grips your thigh, spreading you open with zero hesitation.Â
âCome hold her legs," he commands, voice thick with hungerââShe be squirminâ too much when I eat this shit."
Before you can even process the command, Onyankopon is thereâhis massive frame caging you from behind, hands wrapping around your ankles like manacles. He drags you back, exposing you completelyâno hiding, no modesty, just open. Â
The first swipe of Erenâs tongue is fire, molten and possessive, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. You jolt, back arching, fingers flying into his hair and pulling. His groan vibrates against your flesh, sending sparks shooting up your spine. Â
His tongue swirls around your clit, savoring the way you twitch beneath him. Each lick is tortureâcalculated, teasingâuntil you're writhing, thighs quaking in Onyankopon's unyielding grip. Â
âStop movin'," Eren growls, pressing a heavy palm to your pelvis, forcing you still. Â
But you canât. Â
Youâre too sensitive, too wound up, and when his mouth latches onto your clit, suckingâ Â
âFâfuck, baby. Missed your mouth so much.âÂ
Your back bows, head thrashing against Onyankoponâs chest as pleasure rips through you.Â
âLook at the way he devourinâ that pussy," he rasps, voice curling within your ear like smokeââBoutaâ have a nigga drowninâ in this shit.â
âPussy messy as fuck,â Eren groans against your folds, lapping at your slick like a man starved. Â
Onyankoponâs grip tightens, spreading you wider, forcing you to take every second of Erenâs relentless tongue.Â
âGoddamn," he mutters, voice rough, âYoâ shit look so fuckinâ edible."
Then your husband grunts, burying his face even deeper, nose pressing against your clit as his tongue plunges inside you. Â
âOooh!â
âLook at him," he commands, âLook at the way he eatinâ you."
All you can do is tremble. Whimper. Shake. Watch.Â
Onyankoponâs tongue wraps around your ear, âMissinâ yoâ fuckinâ mouth, babydoll."Â
His fingers tangle in your curls, yanking your head back, forcing your lips to part as his dick slaps against your tongueâthick, heavy. You moan around him, the vibration making his hips jerk, the tip hitting the back of your throat in one brutal thrust. Â
âShit,â he growls, watching your throat bulge around him.Â
All while, Erenâs tongue devours you from below, lips sealing around your clit, sucking until your thighs clench, until your vision whites out once moreâbut Onyankopon doesnât let you escape. His grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to take every inch, every pulse of him fucking into your mouth. Â
Erenâs voice is a dominance even as he worships you, âLook up at him."
Your lashes flutter open, meeting Onyankoponâs hooded, predatory gaze as he owns your throat. Â
âYou ready for me?â he rumbles, thumb smearing spit across your swollen lips. Â
Your answer is a whimperâhigh, broken, desperate. Â
âThat ainât how you beg."Â
âPlease, Ony. Need it. Need you."Â
And only then, Eren pulls away.Â
Your cunt clenches around nothing, a pathetic whine tearing from your throat at the lossâ Â
But then Onyankoponâs mouth is there, his tongue flattening against your clit, laving over you with a roughness that has you squeaking. Â
He doesnât let you adjust. Doesnât let you breathe. His tongue spears into you, fucking you deep, mimicking exactly what his dick was about to do. Erenâs hands replace Onyankoponâs on your thighs, spreading you wider, his voice a growl in your ear. Â
âYou look so fuckinâ good.âÂ
Your head falls back against Eren's shoulder, seeking his mouth like a lifeline. His lips crash into yours, swallowing your needy little noises, his tongue claiming every inch of space as if marking youâreminding you who you belong to.Â
âI love you," you pant between kisses, trembling against him.Â
âLove you so much, 'Ren."Â
He growls against your lips, âIch liebe dich auch" I love you too, âI fuckinâ know you do.âÂ
Onyankopon's tip then drags through your soaked folds, spreading you so slowly you feel every ridge, every pulse of his veins against your clit.Â
His forehead presses to yours, dominance radiating off him in waves.Â
âNow I need you to keep them eyes on me.âÂ
And then he pushes in.Â
The stretch is blindingâthick, relentless, carving into you inch by torturous inch. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, body arching, toes curling as your pussy drips around him, already struggling to adjust. Â
âFuhhhhhhhck.âÂ
Then, deeper.Â
Your back bows, a broken moan tearing from your throat as your body betrays youâgushing around him in a sudden, shocking rush. Onyankopon curses, his hips jerking at the flood of your release, his grip bruising on your thighs. Â
âPussy trynaâ fight me," he grits out, mesmerized as your cream spills over his length.Â
âAinât even fuck you yet. This how you cumminâ fâ me?â
Erenâs grunt is dark against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulseââGoddamn. Good fuckinâ girl, baby.âÂ
âOny,â you gasp, "Itâsâitâs so much.â
His fingers tug at your chin, "You gonâ open up for me?"Â
You nod frantically, lips parted, âUh-huh.âÂ
His dick gave a slow, brutal drag outâthen back in, punching the air from your lungs. Your mouth falls open, your eyes roll, and your hands scrambleâone clinging to Onyankoponâs neck, the other clawing at Erenâs arm, anchoring yourself between them. Â
Onyankoponâs pace is merciless, each thrust stretching you wider, each snap of his hips dragging a new sob from your throat. Â
âTalk to me, Mama," he growls, grip tightening on your jawââIâm hurtinâ you?"Â Â
You shake your head, dazed in the pleasure.Â
âFeels soooo good.âÂ
Erenâs thumb swipes your tears awayâoneâs you didnât realize you hadâhis lips brushing your ear.
âDu machst ihn so hĂźbsch.â
Youâre takinâ him so pretty.
âStretchinâ shit open for him like a pretty fuckinâ slut.âÂ
You melt at his words, arching into Onyankoponâs next thrust, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. Â
âFuckinâ hell," Onyankopon grunts, hips stutteringââThis pussy made for allisâ dick."Â
Eren grunts, âNah. Made for me.âÂ
Two men with a dominance neither of them could shake, tossing up your brain to mush with every sense of pleasure. You thought your body couldnât take moreâBut oh, they had so much more to give.Â
And maybe you did too.Â
You now crawl across the sheets, hands gliding up Erenâs chest; nails dragging over ink and muscle, relishing the way his abs clench beneath your touch. Â
âMissed my âRen.â
âMissed this fuckinâ pussy.âÂ
A smirk curls your lips as you grind down, letting him feel just how wet he makes youâhis cock slaps against your folds, leaving a glistening trail along your skin. Â
âYou wanna put it in me?âÂ
Erenâs growl vibrates through you, âĂrgere mich nicht.âÂ
Donât tease me.Â
Onyankoponâs hands slide up the back of your thighs, claiming as you whimper and press Erenâs palm to your lips. His finger slips between them, and you suck, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongueâ Â
âFuck," Erenâs hips jerk, his cock twitching against your ass.Â
âGonna make me lose it early, woman.â
Keeping your husband's attention belowâyou lean over and wrap your mouth around Onyankoponâs dick, dragging your tongue against the entirety of him as you grind Erenâs cock between your thighs. Â
But suddenly? It seemed like he wasnât the biggest fan of sharing anymore.Â
One hand fists in your hair, yanking your mouth down. His other grips your chin, forcing your gaze to his.
âEyes on me âfore I show him how you really get fucked.âÂ
You whimperâobedient.Â
âNow bounce.âÂ
You sink down, taking him to the hilt, your little cry splitting the air as your walls clamp around him. Â
âThere you go,â Eren grunts, watching your tits jump as he tugs down greedilyâevery slap of skin on skin infiltrating your thoughtsâif you even had any left.Â
Onyankoponâs hands guide your hips, helping you move, his lips hot on your neck.
âTakinâ that dick like a muhfuckinâ champ.âÂ
You mewl, fingers scrambling for purchase on Erenâs chest as pleasure crushes you. Â
âOny.â
âIonâ wanna hear my name right now. Fuck him.â
Your whine was a complaint, of course it was.
Erenâs grip tightens around your throat, his gaze searing into you like a brandâgreen eyes dark with something between lust and possession. His thrusts slow to a brutal, punishing grind, forcing your back to arch as his cock stretches you obscenely wide. Â
âSay you fuckinâ love me.âÂ
âIâI love you,â you gasp, pitching forward to litter his neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, âLove you so much, 'Ren.âÂ
His snarl is vicious, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. Â
âMade you too fuckinâ greedy."Â
SMACK!Â
âGave you everythinâ,â he growls, snapping his hips up hard, âStill begginâ for him like a thirsty lilâ slut.âÂ
Onyankoponâs hand fists in your hair as he yanks your head backâhis spit thwapping on your tongue.Â
âPapa heard you âwas thirsty.âÂ
Your body betrays you again, gushing around Erenâs cock in a sudden, shameless floodâyour thighs quake, a broken squeak tearing from your throat as your body releases throughout Erenâs repetitive smacks on your ass.Â
âFuckkk,â Eren groans, watching your pussy drip down his length as he tugs himself out.Â
Even with your legs shaking, even with your body throbbingâyour chest still presses into Erenâs chest anyway, ass in the air, presenting yourself to Onyankopon.
âPut it in me.âÂ
Onyankoponâs hand lands on your lower back, âNext time Immaâ teach yoâ ass how to wait."Â
He doesnât slam into youâno. Â
He makes you feel it. Â
Every. Â
Inch.Â
Onyankoponâs dick parts you like a blade through silkâslow, stretching you so wide you feel your own heartbeat in the walls of your cunt. Your moan shudders through the room, high and broken, fingers digging into Erenâs shoulders as you arch, your ass trembling with every glide deeper. Â
Eren just keeps smacking your ass, âNimm es.âÂ
Take it.
Onyankoponâs hand fists in your hair, forcing your spine into a deep, sinful curve. His breath is hot against your ear, his teeth nipping at your pulse as he grinds deeper, making your thighs shake.Â
âYou loud as hell," he rumbles, âWhole fuckinâ city know you gettinâ dicked down.â Â
âOnyâplease, please, I needââ
âNow you need me, huh?âÂ
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!Â
âNah. Yoâ ass just want. And Iâm givinâ it to you.âÂ
You sob, tears streaking down your cheeks, your body burning with overstimulationâbut you donât stop. The thrust just keeps coming, coming, coming.Â
âYou gonâ cum for us, baby?"Â
You nod, âYes.âÂ
Onyankoponâs groan is filthy, his hips snapping into you with a punishing precision.Â
âThen cum.âÂ
Your body locks as your back arches, your mouth open in a cryâYour pussy squirts, gushing around Onyankoponâs dick as pleasure electrocutes every nerve for one last time. Eren groans, his own release painting your stomach as he watches youâwatches the way your eyes roll, the way your lips tremble, the way you fall apart between them. Â
Onyankopon follows, his thrusts turning uncontrolledâhis cum filling you, marking you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he growls your name. Â
And then, silence.Â
Just the sound of heartbeats, and flesh drinking into one another. Your body collapses onto Erenâs chest, exhausted, ruinedâhis arms wrapping around you, lips pressing against your sweat slicked forehead as you now feel the entirety of whatâs just happened.Â
âYou did real fuckinâ goodâ he murmurs, voice soft and somehow still rough.Â
Onyankopon grunts behind you, his hand stroking down your spine.Â
âMhm. Real good, Mama."Â
You shiver, burying your face in Erenâs neck, your flushed whimper muffled against his skin.Â
Erenâs thumb traces the delicate shell of your ear, his lips curving into that smug, knowing smirk as he watches you hide your face against his chestâyour cheeks burning, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. Â
âMy baby," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, âShy now, after all that? Tch,â he sucks his teeth, âThat ainât fair.âÂ
âAinât no way,â Onyankopon rumbles, âNot after all that noise you was makinâ. You ainât shyâyou just full.âÂ
âOr she just knows sheâll get it again.âÂ
A shiver ran through you.Â
Erenâs palm cups your face, his thumb swiping away the remnants of your tears as he leans in, pressing a slow, claiming kiss to your lips. Â
âLove you,â he growls, the words rough, real.Â
You giggle against his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair, kissing him back like you mean itâlike you could drown in him, in this.Â
Onyankoponâs hand lands on your hip, squeezingâa silent promise, a question, maybe even a threat. Â
Would this happen again?Â
You didnât know.Â
But the way they look at youâhungry, amused, and owningâtells you all you need to. Â
âGuess we'll see."Â
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