"Mmph- babe stop," Ramona whined as Ony's face was nuzzled in her neck. She was in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on her look, and he was being a nuisance.
He sucked his teeth, unlatching his arms from around her waist. His posture straightened, standing tall over the shorter woman. The height difference evident in the mirror.
"Why you tryna leave me?" he grumbled, hands claiming her hips.
She softly chuckled, lips curved into a slight smile "babe i'm coming right back."
His brows furrowed, "nah, you gon be gone all night."
She erupted in giggles that filled the room.
Ony wasn't smiling though, lips still pressed into a thin line.
Once Clover's laughter ceased, she shook her head in denial. "Now you know I don't stay out long. The moment i'm ready to leave and they not, i'm calling you." She shrugged before glossing her lips.
Ony knew she was right, just wouldn't give her that satisfaction.
The sound of him sucking his teeth again, was more subtle. He went to stand against the counter with arms crossed. Eyes steadily watching Ramona admire her own beauty.
How could she leave him for hours when he wanted to smoke, cuddle, fuck?
She then held up two different earrings from him to choose from. She liked having his input sometimes.
"Okay which one?" she asked eagerly.
"Neither" he answered dryly.
Ramona bust out laughing. Her chest rumbled as she cracked up for a few seconds.
Ony's expression didn't change which only made her cackle more.
He watched as she took humor in his pain, finally calming down with a dramatic sigh. She settled on a pair and put them on while chuckling.
He was too funny.
"You're really maaad, that's crazy" she smiled. "You know you can come with me?" she said in a 'duh' tone.
"I'm chillin'"
"Okay then, chill until I get back" she joked.
After spraying perfume over herself, she examined all the clutter on the counter. Makeup, hair products, styling tools, perfume, etc.
"Babe can you clean this up? I gotta put my heels on" she sped past him and into their bedroom before he could object.
But she did heard him suck them teeth for a third time.
She sat at the end of the bed, putting her heels on as Ony tediously organized her mess in the bathroom with an attitude. It was further agitated by her expensive scent that lingered in the air, overtaking the smell of product and heat.
Her phone buzzed on the spot beside her; she glanced at the screen to see it was her bestie saying she was outside.
Ramona stood up, snatching her phone and purse. "Alright babe!" she finger waved to Ony before quickly leaving out the door.
The club was packed per usual on a Sat night, folks from wall to wall intoxicated and/or gassed. The bass from the speakers thumped hard, damn near vibrating the room. Ramona and her crew had a section upstairs, overlooking the club below.
Every move they made was being recorded by fans, surely to be posted online.
By now Ramona was a few shots in, feeling tipsy and less tense. Her and her friends proudly sang or rap the songs that blared through.
A time was being had.
Suddenly she felt her phone buzz, seeing texts from poor Ony suffering back at the house. Her absence was really weighing on him.
imu bad
2:37am
im in da clouds w/o uđ
2:37am
im bored bby
2:40am
She pouted reading the messages. Part of her wanted to get back into her mans arms, but another part of her wanted to stay out.
sooon baee
2:42am
For some reason she felt guilty not wanting to leave yet. He had that effect on her since they were practically glued to the hip.
Regardless, she put her phone away and enjoyed the rest of her night. More shots were taken; hookah was being puffed, and ass was being thrown.
It was a vibe.
Her and her crew didn't leave out until an hour and 30 mins later, now seated at an empty Waffle House.
Ramona's head was spinning as she tried to eat her food. Her eyes were hooded, constantly shutting as sleep crept up on her.
"I miss my man" she muttered while eating her pecan waffle.
As her friends teased her about being lovesick, she facetimed Ony. It didn't take long for him to answer, part of his face being in frame. He was in bed, clearly high.
"Wassup baby" he mumbled deeply.
"I miss you" she slurred cutely, a lackadaisical smile followed.
"Then bring yo ass home, I been missin' you."
"I wiiiill."
He looked behind her, recognizing the background. "What yall at waffle house?"
She nodded, her lids closing as she hummed in response.
Ony chuckled, "you gon be knocked out when you get back. Shit I been fightin' sleep too."
"Then to sleep" she murmured with her eyes still shut.
"Nah, not yet. I'm waitin' on you."
Ony was at the front door to pick up Ramona, her legs snapped around his waist as her head buried in his neck.
He carried her all the way up to their master bedroom, sitting her on the bed.
He removed her clothes until she was in her bra and thong. Ramona was sleep ridden, plump lips mumbling incoherently as she slightly swayed side to side.
Ony chuckled at her drunken stupor, "gon get under them covers ma."
She sluggishly did as told, slipping beneath the duvet until only her bundles were peaking out. Within seconds she'd dozed off.
After discarding her clothes in a bathroom hamper, Ony got in bed beside her. Once the lights were off it wasn't long before he succumb to sleep as well.
áàœČàŒá«àŸ :: slow strokes. nasty ass. you hear that, baby?
PINK METALLIC BEAMED UNDER THE STARS OF THE NIGHT, your grin from ear to ear as you watched people snap pictures of your flawlessly wrapped car. It was a 2001 Honda S2000, Hello Kitty headlights blinking rapidly in the back, magenta LED lights glowing underneath the vehicle, the inputted speakers shaking the ground as Aghora Hills fell on the next mixture within your playlist. Suki, you called her.Â
You were unsure of how youâd been surviving for most of the night, the skimpy chrome heels you wore thin as a needle, shorts having your ass poke out the bottom, top clinging against your pierced nipples. Beauty was pain. You pull the dark tresses of your curls behind your ear, pressing your brown and mauve lip combination together impatiently.Â
It was the monthly car meet, a high influx of people showing up to show off their custom vehicles, motorcyclesâor even to simply network, share knowledge and socialize. You had worked on your own car with your bare hands, never shying away from people complimenting it. Your father had been a mechanic for years, teaching you the ways to create your dream car. Here it was.Â
But besides all that, you were irritated at the moment. Your boyfriend was supposed to show up with his car, telling him that you didnât want to be a part of the drifting show, saying that youâd sit in the passenger seat of his and look pretty. As always, heâd reply back.Â
But he was late. An hour and a half to be exact, and the only people you had accompanying you was Suguru and Satoru, here with their own cars, but also trying to lessen your irritation. Â
âWant some of my churro?â Satoru asks, waving the sugary dessert in front of your face. Your arm is crossed as you lean along your vehicle, shaking your head as you say, âNo. You shouldnât be eating that shit either, it gives you gas.â
They were essentially attached at the hip, your bodyguards if your dilatory ass man wasnât around. They were even dressed similarly tonight. Both of them were wearing long sleeve black tops clinging to their muscular frames, Satoruâs dark shades shining under the light as he leaned along his own car. Suguru was a bit grumpy at the moment because he couldnât find a cigarette off of anyone, re-tying his hair into a low bun, trying to keep his patience with his high energy friend.Â
Satoru frowned, icy blue eyes faintly blinking as he narrowed them, âYou lie. That was only that one time!â
Suguruâs hand clutched around the top of the churro, snatching it from his friend. His long hair shined beneath the lights bathing along the other vehicles as he snapped to him, âGive me that. Your farts could clear a whole fuckinâ continent. You know youâre lactose.â
Satoru pouts, puffing out his bottom lip and shoving his hands into the confines of his pant pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels. He crosses one ankle across the other as he lets out a sigh. His azure hues land back onto you, âCâmon. Cheer up. Pretty girl.â
âIâm fine,â you brush off, âHeâs always late. I asked him once to be on timeâthe drifting show starts in less than an hour!â
Satoru rolled his eyes, âYou should know by now that he just does what he wants.â
Suguru chimed in as he shoved the churro back into whatever food bag he had, âMaybe he found someone better than your hotheaded ass.â
âAwe, jealous that you canât have me? Yeah, shut the fuck up,â you punch his arm, moving forward anyway as he tries to duck your swing. You then say, âThatâs why both of yâall cars are ugly!â
Satoruâs eyes widen, mouth slacking open as Suguruâs arms drop to his sidesâincredulous. He huffed out a scoff, âMy car looks good as fuck!â
Satoru crosses his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at you as he adds, âI agree with Suguru. Mine looks great.â
Your eyes move over to their vehicles you talk shit on, seeing Suguruâs Porsche 911 GT3 R, navy blue with black interior. It contrasts in Satoruâs shiny white Ferrari SP-8, the wheels even a stark alabaster color. You shrug, âTheyâ alright.â
âYeah, whatever. Donât be mad cause you got a man that canât be on time for you,â Suguru glances out to the crowd of people, standing in lines at the food trucks, drinking their livers away before the actual shows begin.Â
You raise an eyebrow, âWant a scratch on that expensive ass car of yours? âCause my fingers feel itchy.âÂ
Satoru let out a whistle as he took a step back, leaning back against his car. He smirked, icy eyes flickering between you two, âAye, chill. This night is supposed to be fun. No reason to get violent. Letâs do a Baddie-Baddie Shot Oâ Clock! Whereâs my Cognac?!â
He dips inside the window of his car to search, your crossed arms shifting as you watch two girls begin to walk towards you. You assume itâs for them to compliment your car.Â
âHey, whereâs Fushiguro? Is he bringing his truck?â
The question is followed by giggles, your eyebrow raising in between the two blondes as you say, âExcuse me?â Ignoring the way Suguru mutters, âUh oh,â while Satoru still searches within his seats for the bottle.
Theyâre both dressed the exact sameâwhich was creepyâtheir heels matching their short skirts and crop tops. The taller of the two pushes her blonde locks behind her shoulder as she repeats herself, âFushiguro. The guy with the Dodge RAM truck? Heâs coming, right? Heâs sooo fucking hot!âÂ
âHe is!âÂ
Both of the girls began to giggle again, it almost makes you want to slam their heads together, hoping theyâd morph into one and disintegrate. You were known to be a crash out, uncaring of where your anger had you end up.Â
Satoruâs hand finally pulls out a thick glass decanter of Cognac, the bottle making a satisfying thud against the window of his car. He glances between you and the girls, almost feeling sorry for them.
You began to giggle aggressively with them, emphasizing on your dramatization of how they sound. You then say, âMy man is running late, but the groupie section is right here, actually! Did you buy a ticket?â
They both blink owlishly, the expression making them look more bimbo-like. Theyâre visibly confused, as if you were speaking a language they could barely understand, the shorter of the two asking, âWhat groupie section?âÂ
Satoru snickers, attempting to hold back his laughter while Suguruâs eyes narrow.
Satoru took his chance to make a comment after finally containing his amusement. He cleared his throat, taking a few steps in your direction as he raised the decanter.Â
âWe donât gotta fight, me and my friend can actually escort you ladies to his sectionââ
Suguru waves, âI donât even like blondes.â
âSatoru, please shut the fuck up,â you warn, âAre yâall dense? I just said my man, meaning you need to step the fuck back.â
The shorter blonde girlâs head tilts to the side, clearly still not understanding what youâre implying. Her lips pursed together as she pouts, âWhoâre you?âÂ
âAnd why are you so aggressive?â the tallest of the girls asks, blonde tresses shaking as she cocks her head to the side.
Satoru was about to make another comment on it, but one look from you shuts him up and has him chugging a shot of alcohol. He swallows it, a grimace taking over hisÂ
expression as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand.
âIâm the bitch whoâs about to give you the brain you donât have!âÂ
Youâre like a wind up toy, coaxed in reaction when someone pulls you. You were too busy giving these girls the business to notice the monster truck that screeches as it parks close by, sleek blackâwindows tintedâDodge Ram 3500 terrifying in comparison to the other cars. The spiked wheels, blinding headlights and LED strips along the bottom excel along the concrete. He already knows youâre somewhere cussing someone out.Â
Dropping down from the truck, his leather jacket and hefty boots hit the ground as heâs already coming towards you. Youâre lunging towards the women who squeal like school girls, feeling an arm tug around your hips, yanking you back, scarred lip already pressed along your ear as his deep voice transfers up to your brain.
âKnock it off.âÂ
The sudden gruff of his voice, so close to your ear, it makes you pause. You look up at him, his expression stern while the girls from before took the chance to scurry away before you could get to them. They were smart at least.
âI wouldnât have done shit if youâd been here already,â youâre already glaring, finally turning your head to look up to him.
His expression doesnât falter, if anything it hardens as his jaw clenches. He still has an arm wrapped around your middle, keeping you in place while he glances over to Satoru and Suguru, who try to not look at him, knowing your already shitty mood would only be made worse by the addition of their commentary.Â
âAnd where the fuck were yâall at when she was about to beat up two girls, Barbie and Ken?â Tojiâs glare follows Satoru and Suguru, seeing as they only watched.
Satoru frowns at that, âIâm not liking your attitude. Am I Barbie? I hope Iâm Ken.â
Suguru crossed his arms over his chest, not looking guilty in the slightest as he replied, âWe were just letting her get that shit out of her system. Stopping her wouldâve made it worse. You know that.âÂ
Tojiâs lips press into a thin line at that, knowing that what Suguru said was in fact true. Though, the last thing he wanted was for you to get into a physical fight in the middle of a car meet, surrounded by at least 400+ people.Â
âYouâ done with your temper tantrum?â he asks rather than comments, his dark eyes locking back onto yours.
âAre you?â You snarl back, ignoring as he now fully pins you against your car, your back along the pink wrap as he traps you with his large arms.
Your attempt to be bitchy didnât affect him as much as you thought it would, only having the effect of narrowing his eyes at you.Â
Toji was a tall man, especially when compared to you, even with your heels on, you still have to look up at him. He doesnât care that youâre pissed off at the moment.Â
You cross your arms, âWhat? Am I annoying you or something?â
âYouâre being a pain in the ass is what youâre being. You knew I wasnât gonna come on time. You just wanted to be here early.â
âOh, so he does know why Iâm mad. Good use of your comprehension skills!â Youâre incredibly sarcastic, giving him a big smile.Â
His fingers reach out, gripping your chin as he angles your face to look at him. You were always a mouthy thing. Especially when you get in a mood like this. Itâd be cute if it wasnât something you were capable of continuing on for hours.Â
âCut it the fuck out. Iâm here now. Just say you missed me.â
You huff, but nonetheless, he was right. It was coming from a place of hoping heâd been here already, wanting to enjoy your time with him at a place you loved attending.Â
You then admit with less aggression, âI just wanted you to be here with me.âÂ
Toji knows you. Heâs heard this pouty voice from you so many times.Â
He leans in, locking an arm around the back of your neck to pull your face close to his, âYouâ done acting up now?â
His forehead touches yours as you then say softly, âMaybe.â
Goddamn it. You were too cute. He hated when you got in a mood like this because he was so hard-wired to respond to it with something soft in return. He then let his arm drag down to your ass, gripping the flesh in his hold, âYou were smart to put this flimsy ass outfit on while you werenât around me.â
âCan you just say I look pretty?â You ask, smacking your lips, immediate irritation crawling back in your veins, attempting to turn your face away from him when he pulls it back.
His lips twitch up at the sight of that irritated expression taking over again. The fact that you were pouting made his heart clench in an annoying way that he didn't fully understand. He loved when you were difficult, because he knew how to handle you. He pulls your chin back to him again.Â
âYou look pretty as fuck, baby,â he responds, his tone smooth as he gives you a smirk, âAlthough you donât need the compliment. You know you look good.â
You roll your eyes, briefly pulling them back to the crowd of people. When you meet his face again, youâre immediately pulled in. Those damn grey eyes. Your lashes flutter as you lean up, accepting the kiss he was waiting for, feeling your face go warm as he sloppily tongues you down, never caring if anyone was around to do it.
Itâs a bruising and possessive kiss that sends chills down your spine, his tongue dominating over yours as he pushes you back against your car. He can already feel the heat rising in you, the way your skin felt warm on his and how your body pressed against his. Your head even tilts back a bit, your hand clutching the bottom of his shirt to keep your weight steady.Â
âAlright, nasty asses,â Suguru interrupts, Satoru beside him whoâs dry heaving at the sight, âYâall done fighting? Can we enjoy our night?âÂ
When you pull back, your cheeks are sure to be a little red, hiding your face within his chest as you hear his deep tone chuckle from that.
Toji glances at the two over your head, almost smug at the sight of them being visibly irritated at the kiss, âShut the fuck up, dweeb.âÂ
âI think Iâm gonna be sick,â Satoru groans out, clutching the decanter in his hand, âNow, can we show everyone your pretty Suki? Let's do some shots! You hear that? Your favorite song is playing!âÂ
It was in fact one of your favorite songs from when you were a little girl, Move Yaâ Body by Nina Sky. Satoru begins to wave his hands above his head from side to side, causing you to shake your head with a giggle, âYouâre a terrible bottle girl.â
âIâd make bank,â Satoru smacks his lips, âCâmon, Suguru. Dance with me!â
Suguru deadpans, âIâm not dancing.âÂ
Satoru groans, âIâm a ray of sunshine with three clouds trying to rain down on me, and thatâs cool! Fuckinâ haters!â
That makes all three of you laugh, but he was right, it was time to enjoy the night. The drift show began to startâ this was something that put you in your element. It was a different experience each time, especially drifting with three different men.Â
You always hopped into Satoruâs Ferrari firstâessentially the warm upâSatoru was entirely too safe considering his car was his precious baby. You enjoyed yourself nonetheless, hollering with him as he swerved around the parking lot with other vehicles.Â
He could accelerate his car, but drifting with it was out of the question. It was better to leave it to the actual drifters like Toji and Suguru.Â
Suguru was next. He was the complete opposite, reckless to be the perfect word. But it was the adrenaline you looked for within Satoru.Â
You watch Toji within his truck from across the Porsche you sit in, seeing as Toji tosses a cigarette to Suguru with a warning, âKeep my girl safe as fuck, unless you want your heart to be pulled out through your ass.â
âAye, donât worry,â Suguru responds, giving the middle finger to Toji, one hand on the wheel while the other laid behind your seat as he grins, âIâm about to showÂ
Princess how to really drift a fuckinâ car.âÂ
Toji throws an equal finger up to him, watching as you lean over his friend's lap playfully, taking the cigarette to press in between Suguruâs lips, his smirk cocky as you light the object for him. You can feel Tojiâs glare as you hear him call, âQuit being fuckinâ cute.â
Thatâs the last thing you hear as Suguru takes off, your head reaching out the window as you shriek in a girly manner, his one hand on the wheel twisting as music hums against the speakers, 4X4 by Don Toliver vibrating the entire car.Â
Suguru was a good drifter, not as great as Toji, but enough that it had you cheering and laughing with him as he weaved through abandoned parking spots, just missing the car swiveling next to him. There was a moment when he almost lost control, causing you to scream and slap his arm.
He smirked beside you, enjoying the slap, âOh, you liked that shit, huh?âÂ
You managed to smack his bicep again, âNo, I did not! Iâd like all four tires to stay on the ground while Iâm in your car!â
âShouldâve stayed with your man then.â
And then, there was Toji. There was only one word that came to mindâeffortless. He was a professional, your giggle unable to stop itself as he aggressively picked you up to place you in his truck with his wheels being high, smacking your ass as you jumped into the large seat. Youâre all riled up from previous activities, seeing his muscular frame leaned back into the seat, engine roaring as he begins revving it up. Youâre already climbing halfway out of the window, your hair a little messy from the wind, a nonetheless flawless look to you.
He glances over at you, his eyes locking onto your nearly hanging body sticking out of the passenger window of his truck. He smirks at the sight of you, the way you looked like a woman who was having the time of her life. You probably were enjoying yourself, with your messy hair and flushed cheeks.Â
He reaches out to smack your ass again, the force rocking your body forward, âSit down.â
You playfully swirl your hips, the shot youâd finally accepted from Satoru beginning to kick in. Of course, you donât listen, arching your back farther outside of the window, heels pointed towards him, showing off your back dermals.Â
When he steps his foot on the gas, he grunts as he grips the back of your shorts to pull you somewhat back, brilliant with his hands as heâs already burning the tires rubber, swerving dangerously, always knowing exactly which way he wants to go.
The song ILUV by Yeat plays exactly on time. Toji was a demon behind the wheel. He was capable of spinning his truck around, leaving behind clouds of black smoke, burning through tires faster than anyone at the car meet. He was cocky, but he was good. Heâd been doing this longer than anyone else at these kinds of meets, and it showed. It didnât come as a shock when he took every sharp turn perfectly, even on two wheels for some seconds.Â
He loved when you got loud. The sound of your laughs, shouts and screams fueled the adrenaline that pumped through his veins. You were a sight to behold, sitting in his passenger seat, body half-hung out the window with your hair flying around.Â
When you turn back to him, your dopamine levels sky highâit riles you up even more. His dark hair, muscles flexing as heâd removed his jacket before he turned on the truck, strident jaw clenching from the cigarette between his lips. You couldnât help itâmaybe it was also that shot youâd takenâbut you were horny.
 You crawl over your seat, making your way onto him. You made sure his eyes were still in sight of driving the truck as you sat on his lap, dragging your mouth along his neck, grinding yourself against him with a breathless giggle.
His head tilts back slightly as you begin to nibble on his throat, his hands gripping the steering wheel a bit more tightly, muscles tensing under your body. You were the very definition of a distraction, your giggles against his skin sending heat right to the pit in his stomach.Â
One of his hands reaches out to grab the back of your shorts, gripping the material to keep your hips rolling against his. âYouâre needy as fuck tonight.â
Your tongue flattens along the skin of his throat, seeing the bruise that comes from your actions, fingers clutching for his belt as you lightly moan as a response.
He groans as you lick on his neck, leaving behind a spot of saliva in the process. He feels the way your hands grip his belt, pulling at the leather material, your small fingers slipping under his shirt, pressing against his taut stomach.Â
He can feel the growing bulge in his pants from your movements, the friction against the thick material only adding more sparks in the pit of his gut.
 âQuit playing, youâre gonna cause a fuckinâ car wreck if you keep it up, baby.â
Yet you continue anyway, a throb producing between your legs as you drag yourself along his bulge. You hold onto him when you feel him do a harsh swerve, not realizing it was purposeful, making you scream out in fear as you panic, âSorry!âÂ
Once you realize, you punch his arm, âFushiguro!â
âJust making sure you pay attention,â he grins, grabbing the back of your thighs, angling you sideways as you now pout.
When the drift show ends, itâs finally the moment youâd been waiting for overallâthe race. You hadnât customized this car with a supercharger and a performative exhaust system for nothing.Â
You smile as you rev your engine loudly beside Suguru, Satoru and Tojiâs vehicles, other cars included.
Suguru had his car next to yours, the loud revving of the engine causing him to smirk over at you. âIâm eating the fuckinâ dust!â
You had Toji and Satoru on the other side of you, Satoruâs windows rolled down, his white hair ruffling against his face from the wind of the other vehicles. âShittt, not if I win!â
âThe fuck yâall wonâtâthey got four grand on this shit!â Toji calls out, watching you as you sit in your seat, your foot holding down the gas.
âStop putting money on shit, broke bitch!â Suguru raises his middle finger, the both of them flicking off each other.Â
You then call out, âYâall talking too much shit to be losers!âÂ
And just like that, the flag is thrown, tires screeching horrifyingly as you take off, expertly making your way through every. single. car.
You were an experienced driver and it showed, especially when you began to pick up speed, your hands gripping the wheel tightly and eyes narrowed. You had a lead over everyone, including Toji who was right behind you in his truck. He was keeping up with you, even when you passed car after car.Â
Suguru and Satoru were slightly behind, but quickly catching up, just barely though. They were no match for the way you weaved through everyone, taking each turn with ease.
You were neck and neck with Toji. You watched as his engine matched your speed, the two of you excellerating as you approached the finish line. In a last ditch effort, you put more force into it, the force of the engine making your body lean back into the seat as you watched your speedometer rise higher.Â
Unfortunately, your man still ended up winning. You could hear his low voice howling as he sped farther down, quickly turning the car around as all the others had begun slowing down, pulling back to where your car halted. As everyone begins to circle around one another, you lean along your car, rolling your eyes as you knew his cocky ass would never let this go.Â
You turn towards Suguru and Satoru as theyâre talking massive amounts of shit, ignoring Tojiâs heavy steps behind you as he wraps his arm around your neck from behind, you roll your eyes as his hands immediately travel towards your ass.
Satoru was practically shouting as he approached your car, his fist reaching out to hit the top of it several times, âI want my payout! I got second place!â
âAsk your friend who was talking all that shit to pay you out! Iâm taking my woman somewhere with that money!âÂ
That makes you suppress a giddy smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction as you turn around, âMmm, what else do I get, since youâre in such a good mood?âÂ
You giggle as he pulls your legs around his waist, grunting as you give him pecks along his mouth.
âAnything you want, baby. That smell good ass Miss Dior, a pink Telfar. Whatever your fuckinâ heart desires.â
âWhat about me?â Satoru says, fluttering his eyelashes.
Toji pulls back, scrunching up his face as Satoru leans into him before he says, âYou get a fart, bitch.âÂ
As the night continues on, youâre standing around with Toji, Suguru and Satoru as they mingle and socialize with other men, the decrease of women making you want to leave. At this point, you were ready to be somewhere secluded, riding your man in the nastiest way you could. Yet heâs more occupied with his friends.
You lean your head on his shoulder, which makes him turn his head down towards you. You mumbled lowly, âIâm ready to go,â knowing that he wasnât.Â
âWeâve only been here for an hour.â He retorts, leaning down to speak into your ear, his voice low, âYou can wait a little longer.â
You become drastically more horny just from him speaking in your ear, and even more impatient at his decline. You raise your hand to grip his hair, pulling him down to kiss you, sucking his lips into your mouth, uncaring if anyone watched.
That got his attention real quick, his body twisting to face yours at the kiss, his jaw clenching at your grip on his hair. When your lips move against his, his mind goes blank, a growl pulling from his mouth as he pulls back with a warning, âChill.âÂ
Whatever. You fully roll your eyes, dropping your hand as you say, âIâm going to your truck. Go fuck your friends since they have your attention.âÂ
He canât help but glare as he watches you stomp over to his truck, his dark eyes locked on your hips as you move further away. You hopped within the backseat, your aching feet causing you to remove your heels and fully lay your body out to scroll on your phone. He was used to your attitude, and he was extremely patient with it. But youâd worked on his nerves a couple of times tonight, and he was now weighing his options of letting it be, or knocking that shit out of your system.
His jaw clenched as he raises off of the hood of Satoruâs car, already walking away while Suguru calls, âYo! Youâ leaving, Fushiguro?â
âNah. Iâll be back in twenty minutes,â he doesnât turn back, hopping into his driver's seat.Â
Your head sits up as you hear the door open and shut, âAre we leaving?âÂ
He doesnât say anything as he pulls off. Your face pulls into a frown, sitting in between the middle part of the back seat as you frown, âAre you ignoring me?âÂ
Once again, nothing. You scoff, crossing your arms, âTypical.âÂ
He ends up going to a roof top not too far from where everyone was, the lot surprisingly empty as you make it to the top. You become more irritated, narrowing your eyes as you start again, âFushiguroââ
Heâs already climbing into the backseat with you, causing you to scoot closer to the door, thinking maybe he was fed up with your shit. You thought he was gonna rough you up just in the way you liked, or even put you in your place. Either way was in your favor.Â
But instead, he clutches your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he asks, âYou need me, baby?âÂ
You blink at the question. It makes your throat go dry, and as you search his eyes, thereâs no anger in them. He just needs you to answer.Â
So you reply softly, ââŠYes.â
His fingers dig into your cheek, forcing your head back slightly as he moves in close, his warm breath ghosting over your lips.
The softness is unexpected. It makes you a little more relaxed as he grunts,âLet me take care of you,â hovering himself above you, your back now pressing against the seats.Â
âYouâ comfortable?â He questions within your ear, his voice sounds concerned. Your breath hitches lightly as his gentle touch. You were unsure why this sudden moment had your spine tingle. At that, you nod your head as you pull him closer, giving him a soft peck on the lips.Â
âNow you wanna be sweet and shit.â
Youâre silent, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel your cheeks becoming warm. Toji brings your face a centimeter closer, gently pressing your lips together by the drag of your throat. You feel as his full lips overpowered yours, overlapping along your mouth as he sucked your tongue. It makes your breath hitch, pressing your hand along his forearm, your nails lightly digging into the skin.Â
He was nasty in the best way. He kept sucking against your lips, beginning to nod his head back and forth, thrusting his own tongue in between, the erotic pleasure of it all making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You try to keep your head from spinning as you reach up to pull his hair, deepening the kiss, enjoying the feeling it gave you. It made you shy, you could admit.
He could feel your body begin to tremble as he kisses in between your shoulder and neck, the taste of your skin being sweet on his tongue.
Your eyes fluttered shut, breathing slightly heavy as you dug your nails into his hairâyou hadnât felt this good in a while.Â
You shiver in between your light giggle, âIâIt ticklesâŠâÂ
He chuckles against your skin, his tongue licking along the sensitive spot as he gruffly says, âYouâre so fuckinâ sensitive.â Â
At the drop of his words, your head lightly kneels back, a light gasp coming from you. It was soft, tiny, feminine.
His hand moved further up your thigh, placing a leg over his shoulder as he sucked the skin of your ankle. His tongue tasted every inch he could, wanting to get more of you in his mouth.
With him being hovered over you, his hand was trailing along your inner thighs, the ball of your foot fidgeting along his shoulder. It made you naturally use your free hand to slow down his, knowing that wouldnât stop him.Â
He pressed his forehead against yours, your eyes coming down to watch your legs becoming trapped on both sides of his shoulders, his fingers coming down between your hips, making you full on jump.Â
âMy shy, pretty ass baby.âÂ
You felt like you couldnât breathe, nowhere to hide as your face felt on fire, feeling your hips tilt up from the reaction of his hand. His fingers grazed over your clit, and your hips were so warm, you almost felt cold.Â
Your chest began to lightly come up and down, digging your teeth into your bottom lip as your thighs wanted to close at the feeling. Your inhales were low, hesitant, as your exhales were able to hear, shaky in your throat.Â
You struggled even more with your breathing, your thighs trying to close, face scrunched up in concentration...it only turned him on more.
He applied pecks against your throat, telling you gruffly, âSpread your legs more.âÂ
His voice within your ear makes your eyes want to flutter shut. You attempt to listen, pulling your thighs more apart, feeling as he begins to rub at your swollen clit slowly, your opening squelching from how you had become.
He growled low in his throat as he watched you squirm and struggle to breathe. It was like a challenge, getting under your skin like this.
âImmaâ put a finger in there,â he tells you, your heart in her ears, unable to prepare as he stroked his index finger along your pussy, before slowly sinking it in between your folds. He leaned up as he kissed your ankle, pumping slowly, your walls tightening heavily around his knuckle.
Your mouth dropped open the moment he came back down to kiss you. You lightly cried along his lips, broken and whiny as you warned, âTâTojiâŠâ
He chuckled lowly at your whimpering protest, âRelax. Immaâ add another finger.âÂ
You feel a stretch, aching with a burn that feels a little too good, it makes your knees weak.
âOoh, fuck,â he grunts, your face turning away from his again as you pull his head down with another gasp, wanting to hide your face next to his ear. He talks to you, âYouâre so fuckin' tightâŠâ
He punctuated his words with a thrust of his finger, your juices dripping down his wrist as he fucked you gently with it, thumb circling your clit.Â
Your head fell back, making him kiss into your neck moreâwhich made your mouth partâ trembling as you tried to grip at the back of his hair. You were always trying to keep yourself together in moments like this, not wanting to be embarrassing. You finally get a clutch at the back of his hair as you whine softly, âDonât talk like thatâŠâ
"You're so fuckin' perfect," he ignored your plea , nipping at your pulse point, "I could play with this pretty ass pussy all night...You hear her? She keep suckinâ my fuckinâ fingers in.âÂ
And your pussy was. His fingers were too familiar, dragging in, coming out more soaked than before. You were practically gushing on them, your abdomen tightening each time his palm grazed your clit from how deep his knuckles went in.
A messy moan parts from your mouth, broken and struggling, quickly hushing itself as you suck in an inhale to quiet yourself. Your face is hot as you raise the back of your hand to your mouth, covering the sound you made.
"Fuck all that holding back. Immaâ make you cum on my fingers.âÂ
He slowly withdraws his fingers from your heat, bringing them up to your lips, smearing your arousal across them.Â
"Open up," he instructs, holding his coated fingers near your mouth, "Clean them off. Taste your pussy."
His mouth is volatile, youâre never sure if you can handle it. You part your lips, feeling him slide his fingers to the back of your throat, choking lightly on them as you taste your arousal. It was sweet, tangy almost.Â
When he pulls them out, he grunts, âGood fuckinâ girl,â roughly pulling you into a kiss, spreading your legs wider as he fucks his fingers back inside of you. His arm traps the back of your knees, keeping your thighs spread completely open, allowing you to feel everything. Your lids blink rapidly, clawing at the skin of his arms as you nearly fight with him, gasping out, âOâoh my god. Toji.âÂ
âYouâ sound cute as fuck. Havenât heard you like this in a minute,â he brings his ear closer to your lips, âKeep talking to me, pretty. Tell me how you feel.â
You canât exactly see his face, which makes you more comfortable as you express in urgency, âFingers feel too bigâŠâ you whimper, ââŠbut it feels goodâŠâ
"My dick is bigger. Immaâ keep my fingers deep where you need them most," he growls lowly in your ear, twisting his hand to push deeper inside, "Iâm not gonna pull them out until you cum. So take my shit like a big girl, I know you can.â
You close your eyes to shield your red face, his finger hitting a particularly good spot, which makes you nearly jump out of your skin, thighs wanting to slam shut, jolting upwards, whimpering as he tugs you back.
"Nuh uh, keep 'em wide," he demands firmly, thrusting his fingers harder against that sensitive spot, curling them to hit your g-spot directly which makes you moan out, quickly pressing your hand to your mouth again, âYouâre clenching around my fingers hard as fuck. Youâre about to cum.â
âToji,â you canât stop that pleading whimper, wishing heâd stop talking. It makes you gush even more on his fingers, tightening your hold on his arms, âYour mouth is badâŠâ
âYou love how Iâm talking to you, nasty ass.âÂ
He starts pumping his fingers faster, twisting and curling them to stimulate your inner walls, "Stop makin' those fuckinâ noises and cum already. Themâ little cute ass whimpers making me wanna put my mouth on you, let you gush all on my face. Donât piss me off.â
You gasp out, âIâŠthink Iâm cummingâŠâ you feel numb, your walls kidnapping his fingers, so much that he couldnât move them anymore. Your hips tremble as your thighs shudder chaotically, holding onto him as you groan out a deep moan, sticking your own fingers into your mouth to hush your sounds.Â
Too blinded by your own pleasure, your brain is fuzzy as Toji unbuckles the belt of his pants, pulling out the heavy weight of his dick that slaps along his abdomen, fingers cuffing his fat tip that smushes along the sensitive gush of your folds.Â
The pressure in between your legs is at its peak, seeing as Toji hovers atop of you, pressing his forehead against yours as he begins nudging himself inside. Youâre chest to chest. You feel like youâre being torn, an aching pleasure that always makes your eyes roll back. Your legs shudder ridiculously as you gasp, pressing your hand along his abdomen, that inexplicable pinch all the way to your chest. Itâs like the deepest cramp youâve ever experienced, if that cramp was twisted with an intense amount of pleasure.Â
You whimper as you feel his arm reach down, taking your hand within his palm as he grunts, âHold it,â listening with a pout as you intertwine your fingers together.
He slowly sinks deeper into you. His muscles flex beneath your touch, the ridges of his abdomen pressed firmly against your palm.Â
With each inch he buries inside, your body clenches around him, the sensation bordering on pain yet feeling so good as your back arches beneath him. You can see the effort it takes for him to hold still, his control evident in the tautness of his jaw.Â
âI'm tryna to go slow, baby. I know,â he coos to you, bottoming out, filling you completely.
Your eyes are fluttering shut at the fullness, pulling your face up to drag your mouth along his, digging your fingers into the palm of his hand as let out a long, desperate moan. You feel yourself gush in between his balls pressed along the back of your thighs, gasping deeply as the pressure builds up before finally releasing.
He groans lowly, a rumble vibrating through his chest as he feels your walls spasm around him. "Ooh, shit, baby. Cumming all on this dick. Goood fuckinâ girl,â he praises, his voice husky with desire.
Keeping your hand captive in his, he lifts it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles before bringing it back down to rest on his side once more. Withdrawing almost all the way, he lets you adjust to the emptiness before pushing back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, mingling with your ragged breathing and muffled cries.
You finally find words to say, but they come out in pathetic whimpers, chest heaving up and down as you pant, âFeel so full, baby. Just nâneeded youâŠâ your eyes begin to glisten with pleasured tears, your other hand reaching around to claw at his back, âHarder. Hâharder, please.*â
âHarder, baby?â He mocks your words in your tone, arrogantly chuckling as you sniffle in response, whiny, âYeahâŠâ
A smirk plays on his lips at your desperate pleas, his movements becoming more forceful as he pounds into you. A serenade of skin ricocheting, his dick dropping in and out, bruising your outer walls.Â
One of his hands slides down to grip your hip, using it to pull you onto him harder while the other continues to hold your interlaced fingers.
You take your free hand, using it to spread yourself as you whimper pathetically, âYeah, Daddy. Ughn, right there,â blabbering nonsense, only focusing on the way his dick sinks deeper and deeper each time.
âThis how you wanna be fucked?â
He then raises arm, muscles flexing within the veins as he clutches the door handle above your head, shoving his hips down, watching as you frown, youâre being fucked too good.Â
You brokenly gasp, blinking your tears away as you drag out, âBa-by, IâŠâ you canât stop gasping, âLove the way you handle my pussy, babyâŠâ
He leans closer, arm still flexing above your head as he deeply grunts, âKeep talking.âÂ
Your face is warm at that, and you nod, trying to make your words sensible as you say, âBeen wanting you to fuck me like this all nightâŠâ
âJust like this, huh?â He gives a hard thrust, a whine coming from you as you kneel your head back, groaning as you yank his face closer to yours, spreading your legs wider, letting him go even deeper.Â
âAughâoh my fuckinâ god, baby.âÂ
Youâre spent, crazy even, taking your free hand as you go in between your hips, grabbing for his dick that drops in and out, wrapping your fingers around the base as you help him fuck you. The wrist of your palm bounces and rubs along your clit, and you softly cry, âJustttt like that.â
He starts moving faster, the car rocking from the force of his thrusts, your moans echoing off the metal. His grey eyes narrow, fixated on your face as he watches you fall apart under him.Â
With each snap of his hips, his tip hits that sweet spot inside you, making you writhe and beg for more. The wet sounds of sex fill the air, mixing with your needy whines until you're a mess of pleasure and desperation.Â
"You never took dick like this. Always running from me,â he pulls his hand out of yours, raising your legs directly next to his face on each side of his headâyou hated this position. You were trapped.Â
ââCan feel you milking my shit, sucking me in deeper,â heâs circling his hips, impaling himself inside, watching as your pussy becomes creamier each time he pulls out.
Youâre silent at this point, unable to talk, move, anything. You try to place your hand over your mouth, or even pull him closer to scream, but heâs there, snatching your hand away, and you canât hold yourself back anymore.
As you lose control, he wraps an arm around your waist, gripping your hip tightly as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. His other hand reaches up to cover your mouth, muffling your screams as he fucks you senseless.Â
âShould let you be loud as fuck. Put the fuckinâ windows down,â he grunts, âCum on Daddyâs dick, baby. This what youâ been crying for all night. I need it. Immaâ drink it all up.âÂ
Your body shakes violently, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts and the stifling of your sobs. He doesn't relent, driving into you with unbridled passion, determined to claim every ounce of pleasure from your quivering form.
âTojiââ youâre clawing him at this point, another orgasm hitting you, your abdomen trembling as his tip coats white, and youâre crying like a baby.
ââFuck are you crying for? This is what you wanted. Spread your pussy. Open that shit up, Iâm not done with you.â
Youâre a sobbing mess, listening to him nonetheless, taking your shaking hands down as you spread yourself more, watching him go in and out, in and out. Youâre unable to do anything else, bringing your face up to meet him as your eyes roll back, âFuuuck.â
He smirks, pleased with your submission as he claims your lips in a dominating kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. His tongue invades your mouth, mimicking the deep, hard thrusts of his dick.
âYouâ cumming again?â He questions, only messing with you, knowing you were.
His face is shoved into your cheek as he cockily laughs, your teary eyes rolling back as you grunt out, âIâm cumming again.â
âYeah?â
âYeahhh.â
âWhoâre you doing all that for?â
âYou, baby. Fu-ck,â your last curse is as if youâre mad at him, your cum dripping onto the seats, spreading all along his abdomen as you spurt out again.
Youâre about to black out, your fuzzy state of mind begging him in a whine, âCum in me. Cum in meee, baby.âÂ
But heâs already pulling out, leaning down as he shakes his head chaotically, running his heavy and long tongue all around your pussy, cleaning you up as your legs shake as if youâd been tased. He can see youâre finally coming back down, toes curling as you hold your legs, almost covering your face with them as you put your knees to your chest. Now youâre realizing everything youâve said.
He smacks his lips, âDonât do that,â pulling your legs open to look at you, âYou okay, baby?" His voice is calm, almost tender, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking he just gave you.Â
He gently strokes your thigh, waiting for you to come back to yourself. "Youâ good now?â
You blink a couple of times, searching his face in almost disbelief. You nod your head, wiping your eyes as you ask, ââŠCan I have a kiss?â
He smiles, tilting his head to the side, âCute ass," leaning in, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. His warmth envelops you, soothing the aftermath of your intense climax. You feel him gently rub his tip in between your folds again, whimpering against his mouth as he chuckles against yours, spanking you harshly as he then says, âWe need to head back.â
âYou love me? Youâre not mad at me?â You ask softly, keeping his face hovered along your mouth.
He pulls back, looking at you seriously, âNever mad at you, baby. Just frustrated when you act up. Youâ ready to go?âÂ
You blink, tilting your head as you then say, âMaybe I wanna act up a little more.âÂ
âThatâs cool. Immaâ fuck you outside this car next.âÂ
âFushiguro!âÂ
âFushiguro!â he mocks back in a girly squeal, ignoring your groan as he sucks your mouth into a kiss. He was gonna love you in any mood you were in.Â
def the type to pause mid stroke to swipe his thumb thru the cream at the base of his dick to feed it to you
fs loves breath play. he likes grabbing ur neck, but he lovesss when you choke on his dick instead. likes watching you struggle to swallow it all while you get lightheaded
makes outtttt with your pussy. and i mean heâs a EATER. thigh bites and kisses before he sucks each lip. holds u open nd his tongue doesnât leave ur poor clit alone for at least half an hour (he likes making u squirt on his face).
this mans physique?đ«his dick is already a solid 8.5in, then its fat ontop of that?????!? it took so much prep the first time he tried fucking you
and the motion match the ocean ok! he got that hip roll with the deep grind right against your cervix typa stroke. only picks up his pace and starts fucking u up when youâre close so he can fuck you thru it and give u another one
oh and donttt piss him off bc you will not be heard from for a solid 4 hours and newly in need of several maintenance appointments. he will absolutely fuck out anything yall are feeling and will make you tell him whats wrong while hes in it
if u ever let him nut inside theres just no going back. the image of your pretty pussy dripping his cum is already permanently engraved into his brain
after heâs fucked you a few times, he dont gaf abt them âtoo biggâ whines no more, youre just stuck taking it. in fact he usually makes a point to grab your hips and press that last inch in. and i dont suggest pushing at them abs too often, he will jus go buy some handcuffs
his favorite position is definitely upright doggy. he can watch your ass jiggle and get deep up inside you all while still being able to reach everything. he be pulling your hair so he can see your crumpled face before giving u some sloppy ass kisses mm mm mm
loves smoking w you beforee
LOVES the noises you make he could literally cum from the sound alone
how he talks to you*.<3
âmm rightâŠ..there hm?â
â you so pretty like this baby yk that?â
âuh un take thatâŠ.mhmm there you goâ
âmove them fuckin hands im not finna tell you againâ
âfuck princess thats how you comin?â
âyeah das all you needed huh?â
âso fuckin messyâ
â mhm you gon give me another one ma?â
âwho all this for baby hm? use them pretty lips n tell meâ
âFuuck- mamas,â he muttered, voice low and dripping with condescension, fingers tracing the curve of your ass before grabbing a handful, âStop runninââyou know what you came here for.â
You didnât really know how you ended up like thisâbody trembling beneath Eren, his hands rough as he used you, but you sure as hell knew it started with your mouth. You got a little too mouthy, pushed him just a bit too far, and before you knew it, he was dragging you into his dorm.
Your face was smothered against his black sheets, making a drool- makeup mess all over. The push of his thick length was mind numbing, âhmmph- erenn! Ah!â Your pretty nails gripping handfulls of his sheets
You whimpered as his grip tightened, his other hand fisting into your hair and tugging, forcing your back to arch. âYeah, thatâs better,â he chuckled.
Erenâs hips snapped forward roughly, burying his big dick inside you with no mercy, his eyes slid down between your ass and his hips- swollen pink cunt taking him in entirely. A broken cry from your lips. He groaned âso fuckinâ wet,â he hissed, his head falling back, the tip of his dick hitting the soft gummy walls of your cervix âmmm! Fuck erenn!â
Your hands scrambled against the sheets for something to hold onto, but Eren wasnât having it. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your lower back with one hand as his other tangled back in your hair, yanking your head up just enough to hear him growl in your ear. âYouâre not goinâ anywhere. You hear me? Thisâthis is mine. Got it?â
His pace was so mean, thrusts hitting so deep as tears pricked your big blown out eyes. But Eren wasnât slowing down, not even as you whimpered his name between gasps and pleas. he clicked his tongue, leaning down to nip at your shoulder, âYou sound so fuckinâ pretty like this, all desperate and messy. Keep begginâ for me, baby, Iâm not done with you yet.â
The room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, his grunts mingling with your cries as he drove you higher and higher. His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, leaving you trembling and helpless beneath him.
When your legs started to shake, and you cried out his name, Erenâs grip only tightened against your scalp. âBetter not cum yet,â he growled, his voice harsh as he pressed you deeper into the mattress, his pace somehow becoming even rougher. âNot until I say. Stop runninâ, babyâyou wanted this, didnât you?â
And when he finally let you gush and cream all over his dick, he kept thrusting, pulling you through every wave of your orgasm until you were a sobbing, trembling mess in his hands. He finally stilled, his breathing heavy as he leaned down, pressing a mocking kiss to your shoulder.
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THE SCENT OF STRAWBERRY MILK DAUB'S YOUR SKIN. Suds captured along your curved figure, the warmth from showering now turning your ochre complexion a tone of russet. You were at peace, even with the upcoming excitement of the day thrumming in your chest.Â
Maybe your heart wasnât beating fast. The vibration couldâve been coming from the song, BACKSTREETS, by DON TOLIVER, playing from the speakers instilled in your oversized marble bathroomâa place you complained was nonsensical to have so much square footageâbut you couldnât complain too much of your husbands desires, as he worked hard to achieve the exact lifestyle he wanted.Â
Back to being in the bathroom, your peace was interrupted by a sound that made your plump lips release a sigh. Your baby boy crying in the arms of his grandmother as he searched for you. Typical.Â
You try to finish getting ready anyways, annoyed with yourself as you feel tears welling within your eyes. Being six months postpartum hadnât been easyâyou loved your baby, attached at the hip like Velcro, as he was to you. You cried when he cried. But maybe it wasnât all about you. Your baby was his fatherâs son, missing him just as much as you did.Â
Everything happened in the blink of an eye the moment Onyankopon was signed to the New Orleans Saints. He was the teamâs youngest quarterback in years. The title produced a leadership the team never had before, calling dominating plays, the ball always within his controlâand now, he was leading them to the Super Bowl.Â
With this big event coming up, you saw less of him. He only had a day or two to come home, and in that time heâd either sleep, spend as much time as he could with you, his mom, the baby, or sleep.Â
Through those frustrating times, you didnât complain. You always supported his dreams. The minute he knew his team was in the game of champions, he promised to take time off after, and marry you in the Maldives as you dreamed. So you were patient.Â
The day had finally arrivedâSuper Bowl MMXXV. This was your first time being at one of his games in months, used to watching him from home. You were with him up until your pregnancy, Onyankopon not wanting to put you or the baby at risk as he traveled from city to cityâin honesty, you were upset at first, and constantly expressed how much you missed him. He just wished you understood that all of this was for you, and your baby boy, Salem.Â
You clasp the golden charm bracelet along your wrist, short French tips glossing under the bathroom light as youâd just gotten them done. Shading your lip line with your favorite mixture of dark brown and mauve over your heart shaped lips once more, you play around with burmese curls of your sew-in, letting the hair frame your round face, freckled complexion blush from rushing the finishing touches of your makeup.Â
Adjusting your top, the alabaster material drapes effortlessly off your shoulder. The butterscotch crochet of your shorts mold along your round hips, a weight brought on since giving birth. Onyankopon glared at the glow youâd gotten from motherhoodâyour breasts were more full, your curves were curvier, and your skin was smooth, the scent of vanilla and baby products always wafting. If only you knew how much he craved you.
You wouldnât call your mother in law dramatic. But you take a deep breath as you can hear her yelping from the kitchen of your condo, making your way downstairs to see her attempting to feed Onyankoponâs Dobermans. She holds the baby in one hand, dipping down and tossing the food into the bowls, the dogs actively watching her panic as they pant excitedly.
You sigh, âMommaâWhat are you doing?â
âThese damn dogsâI canât handle them!â she stutters, adjusting the baby in her arms as he begins to cry even louder from the disruption of sound.Â
She coos, âOh lawdâGrandma didnât mean to scare you, baby,â she bounces on her foot, trying to calm him down.Â
She then turns her irritation back to you, âWhy the hell did Onyankopon get these dogs if he knew he wasnât gonna be able to take care of themâTheyâre two big ass horses! Theyâre trying to attack me!â
âSit,â you snap your fingers to the dogs, leaning down to clean the spilled chow from her panic, âI already fed them, momma. You ainât have to let them inside. I know Zulu and Roux scare you.âÂ
The dogs hike up, sitting properly as they wait for another command. She continues to bounce the baby in her arms, sighing ââI was doing fine âtil my grand baby started crying for his mama,â she smooches Salemâs face, still a bit frazzled, âI was just trying to help.â
âAnd I appreciate that, okay? I just wanted you to change Salem before we leave, I know the pre-game starts soon.â
You open the patio to let the dogs back into their play area, sliding it closed as you question, âDid he poop?â
âJust a littleâbut I changed him a second time. I don't know what's wrong. Iâve been trying all morning while you were getting ready. Boyâs just like his father, donât know what he wants when he wants it.â
âHe wants you, momma. I swearâHe just wants some milk. I promise heâs fine,â you open your arms out to take him, âCâmere, pookah,â you playfully pout, âWhyâ you doing all that?â
He coos, reaching for you as his grandmother gives him over. His crying immediately subsided as he rested against your chest, tiny fingers playing with the gold pendant around your neck.Â
Still in a sour mood, your mother in law reminds, âI hope you bottled up all that milk heâs looking for. Canât be giving a free show at the Super Bowl.âÂ
Youâre a bit more patient with her since having Salem, but she still managed to annoy the hell out of you at timesâshe was so adamant on making you do things her way.
You answer, âI pumped some milk last nightâthree times, so I can make it easier to feed Salem later. Lawd, mommaâyou being more fussy than the baby! Youâ not excited for the game? You know Usher âsupposed to be performingâthatâs your man. You gottaâ jump down from the box, roll on the stage and give it to him!âÂ
You place the tip of your tongue on your upper lip, playfully rolling your body as you bump your hip with hers, trying to lighten her mood.
She couldnât resist chuckling, âDonât be trynaâ show me how you got that baby in the first place. Iâm excitedâI just wanna make sure we donât forget anything. Are you ready? Did you pack snacks for that baby? Some extra clothes if he spits up? You know thereâs gonna be traffic in the business district.â
You reach over to the black diaper bag, golden fleur-de-lis symbol along the front as you place it over your shoulder, âAll his milk is packed, extra diapers, clothesâheâs set for the next five days, momma. Can we go?â
âAlright, alright. Iâm done fussing. Iâm ready to see Ole Miss get theyâ ass whooped, and see Usher! You think heâll perform "There Goes My Baby?ââÂ
Your mother in law and baby were dressed similarâher wearing one of your fiancĂšâs jersey with his name and number, Salem wearing the tiniest jersey to match, miniature army cargos and Nike Dunks on his feet, dark hair already beginning to fro on his head, brown skin and freckled features pulling from both parentsâalthough, Onyankoponâs genetics were much stronger.Â
âHe better perform that song,â you smack your lips, âThatâs the one that got me pregnant! Blame Urshers ass.âÂ
You were essentially on black people time, planning to make it before the pre-game show, but arriving thirty minutes after it began. The entire street was blocked. Cameras, fans, extensive amounts of media coverage, everyone came together in pure excitement. Security motioned you towards the back of the stadium, having you all on a golf cart as they sped to the higher levels of the building.Â
You mentally prepared yourself to run into the group of football wives and their children. Itâs not that you had an issue with them, they were just a bit tooâbougie for your liking. Most of this group consisted of blonde hair and blue eyed smiles, flipping their locks and popping their gum as they spoke to you.
However, you could appreciate their excitement to see your baby. You put on a smile as you lean Salem towards the group of gushing women, a unison of âAwe!â as he chewed on the small bracelet on his wrist, blubbering nothings as he slobbered on his fingers.
Onyankoponâs mother stood beside you, watching the women crowd your baby boy, some asking to hold him only to have your soft no as an answer. Sheâd always try to convince you to make friendsâbut it only made you want to avoid it even more.
Requested by your fiancĂš, he made sure that everyone was comfortable as you had a private box at the top of the arena. A large sofa, on the other side was a balcony to look out on the field, close enough to the Jumbotron, with an additional tv on the inside to watch the game from any angle.Â
A table full of food from tenders, fries, sandwichesâto more southern orientated dishes like beignets, jambalaya, king cake, yakamein and even shrimp etouffee. When you stepped out to the balcony, you could see as people came flooding into their seats from below, watching as the players were on the field practicing, sports reporters talking through the intercom.
The chaos of the stadium was electric. People stood in their chairs, faces painted black and gold, the lights atop glowing purple, green and yellow, hype men throwing beads from the field, dancing along to the cultural music.Â
The noise of stomping, booing and cheering ensued as players came upon the screen. It made you anxious, but excited as well. You werenât one for crowds, but you loved Onyankopon so much, being in the stadium made you feel closer to him.
Player after player, they appeared along the screen with a reaction from the fansâand there he was.
His hair was freshly braided, lineup sharp along the tight style. She could imagine how he complained in the chair. Facial hair around his full lips, dark pink as he reflexively clenched his sharp jaw, pulling his helmet to hold in his palm. The crowd roared at the sight of him.Â
He was constructed almost too perfectly. Tall, broad frame, tats swarming along his body in places that only you knew, even the ones that could be seen to everyone else. His lucky number, 74 along the countless other tats on his neck, religious cross on his cheek praising the man he constantly talked to throughout his career.Â
The black and gold jersey clung to the gear on his oversized frame, making him bigger than he already was. When he realized that he was on screen, he looked upâand that damn smile appeared. His tongue stuck out towards the camera, raising a muscular arm to pose, hyping himself up as he howled, the crowd returning the noise even louder. It was his signatureâthey loved him. You couldnât help but roll your eyes, watching as âONYANKOPONâ appeared brightly with his stats.
The entire building was roaring so loud, you could barely hear your mother in law as she shook her head, âThat damn boy.âÂ
You hated to admit itâThat smile always made you swoon. He could turn you into a completely different person with one look. You watched as he walked towards his teammates who began to slap his helmet, hyping him up with the crowd's excitement.Â
Not only were the fans of your fiancĂš excited, but his biggest fan seemed to give a blubbering screechâ Salem recognizes the face of his father as he jumps in your arms, the sound making you flinch.
âWeâre looking through the crowd of familiar faces todayâOh, look at that! It seems the quarterback's fiancĂš is here with their adorable baby boy!âÂ
The Jumbotron shows you, leaning against the balcony as you hold the baby in your arms. The cheers continue as you see yourself, a faint flush on your cheeks as you have no choice but to give a shy wave, heart shaped engagement ring glittering under the lights. You raise up your baby boyâs arm as you swing it back and forth, pointing to the screen for him to see himself.
The Jumbotron shifts from you to Onyankopon. He canât get enough of youâjeweled smile, dark hair sprawling to your hips, almost able to inhale your scent when thinking about you. You hate how fine he is, running his tongue over his plump lips that turns into a boyish grin at the sight of his family.
That was the last camera on Onyankopon youâd see before it was all on businessâ he wasnât just a quarterback with a family anymore. He was leading his team to a championship.
The coin toss was the lethal decision at the beginning of the game, determining who had control of the ball. You heard his voice choose heads, watching as the coin was thrown in the air, dropping down in the same second.Â
Tails.
Onyankoponâs team was defensive at the start, giving you the opportunity to calm Salemâs light fussing, startled by all the noise. He laid with his head resting against your chest, looking up at you as he tried to stick his fist inside his mouth.Â
Your mother in law sat beside you on the sofa, leaning over to ask, âYou alright?â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you answer softly, brushing a curly strand of hair away from Salemâs face as he tugged at your shirt, âHe just doesnât like all the noise. Shouldâve bought him some ear plugs.â
âHeâs looking for that nippleââ she interrupts herself, gasping at the screen, âLook! There he goes!âÂ
Onyankopon forms a stance as both teams break, searching for where to pass the ball from the line. A wide receiver manages to sneak through a guard. Onyankopon sees this and chucks the ball towards the player, him catching it perfectly in stride as security attempts to tackle himâheâs moving, fast, the both of them on the same wavelength as he runs yards across the field.
âWE HAVE OUR FIRST TOUCHDOWN OF THE GAME!â
 Your mother in law was yelling his full name, jumping up and down in the air at his first point scored, going off with the crowd that rumbled the entire stadium with their cheers. She leans down to shake your shoulder, making you giggle at her excitement.Â
Your anxiety had spiked from that coin toss, but you had no doubt in your fiancĂšâespecially as you saw him have control of the ball for a second time, and now, he was running himself down the field. Your eyes went wide as he ducked and dodged players flying towards him, everyone rising to their feet in doubt that heâd make it all the way to the end.Â
You hand your baby over to his grandmother, flying to the balcony with wide eyes, unable to help yourself watch with everyone else.
He was moving at full speed down the pitch, a ball tucked underneath his right arm as the offensive line covered him, blocking the way for opposing players as they attempted to tackle him down. He runs with ease, barely able to register his surroundings as he makes it to the end zone, the entire stadium screaming his name, shaking the floor beneath you. Heâs able to dodge yet another tackle, diving down into the end zoneâ the crowd went insane.
âTOUCHDOWN!âAnd thatâll put the Saints in a two-point lead as he scores! Now if thatâs not the sweetest thing Iâve seen!âÂ
Heâs standing there, cocky in the best way as his teammates run towards himâcelebrating as they slap his helmet, hug his large frame, slamming their palms together in repetitive applause. Youâre jumping in your spot like a schoolgirl, clapping your hands with a shout, unable to contain your excitement.
The other team was pissed.Â
It was a good game for the next couple of hours. It was up and down, both teams playing to their best ability, unfortunately being trumped by your home team. They were just too good, especially being led by such a quarterback. Salemâs fussing had also subsided, now more playful than anything, his grandmother unable to take her eyes off the field while her grandson attempted to stand in her lap.Â
âSay-Say, baby. Stay down, you can try to stand up later,â She pushes gently on his shoulders as he throws his body up, babbling nothings, the noise almost blocking out the roar of the stadium.Â
Nearing towards the endâthings were beginning to change. Your fiancĂš was on the bench as they called a timeout, begrudgingly wiping his face. He could feel his body begin to burn from the physical activity. His chest heaved, but his eyes were still focused in the game.Â
The opposing team was up by a single touchdown and the timer was coming to an end. Onyankopon was pissed. He wants the ball. He needs it as the defensive line goes on the field. His deep voice rumbles as he calls out his players, knocking sense into them, cussing in ways you heard when he was incredibly serious. Competitive was an understatement.
When the timer begins, he calls for a pass, a deep ball down the field to his wide receiver, who was covered by one of the best defenders in the entire league. The crowd yells, his teammates doing the same, Onyankopon being doubled by one of the defensive players.Â
It doesnât matterâheâs caught it. Down for one, at the three yard line. The stadium goes crazy for the pass. One more timeâthe play clock ticking down, he calls for the ball again. Another pass on the opposite side of the field to a wide receiver, caught perfectly. No one could move at this pointâthe clock running its final seconds, the crowd chanting the same three numbers. Onyankoponâs heart is pounding in his chest so harshly, he can hear his own blood pump behind his ears.Â
Two seconds on the clock, he calls for the ball again.
The snap, Onyankopon drops back into the pocket, he scans the field before tossing the ball towards a receiver at the back corner of the end zone. You watch as the entire stadium erupts. His teammates are on the field, running towards him with screams of victory as they run for the end zone. You can hear his deep, joyous laughter over the roaring spectators as he stands there, arms raised in the air as he gives the biggest bellow heâd ever made. The stadium is trembling.Â
Theyâd won.
The moments of world renowned joyâit was rare to feel something like that. Your mother in law is so busy screaming that you take notice at the last minute of the security wanting to guide you downstairs to the field, and youâre itching to get to your fiancĂš. Your hands practically shake as you scoop up your baby boy, rushing over to the golf cart to be taken where everyone celebrates.
Theyâre hollering like schoolboys, roughhousing with each otherâtossing Gatorade onto their coach. Black and gold streamers drop down onto the field, emotions in every part of the arena.
As youâre taken outside, you hold your baby close to your chest as itâs like a mosh pit. The security has to lightly shove people out the way to get you towards the middle of the field where the team stands, your free hand holding your mother in laws.Â
Thatâs when you see him. Itâd felt like months, even if it was only three days. Heâs being interviewed by multiple people, hand reflexively holding the top of his gear, leaning down to meet the height of the woman that politely talks to him. You can see the way he makes anyone nervous, the woman smiling and giggling as he answers her questions, a giddy smirk on his face like no other. It made you happy to see him in the spotlight. He belonged there.Â
You were never afraid to let him have his shine. You were patient, watching as he was on his fourth interview. On the other hand, your mother in law wasnât so graceful about waiting.
âYou just carried your team to a Super Bowl win, Onyankopon. How do you feel?â
Heâs sweating bullets and out of breath, but he keeps his composure. Pulling the bottom of his jersey up, exposing his toned stomach as he wipes his face.
He lets out a deep, breathless chuckle, âShit is crazy, not gonâ lie. I can only thank my team, the people that support me. My family, god. Heâs always gonâ keep me together. A nigga is grateful for everything in this life.âÂ
You canât help but smile at his words, hating that you feel yourself becoming emotional. You loved this man so much.Â
âAnd how will you be celebrating tonight?âÂ
You didnât think heâd seen you standing there. But he looks directly at you, that hungry grin along his face as he grunts, âIâm gonâ start by seeinâ my baby, lovinâ on my wife. Thatâs really all the shit I need.â
He leans closer to the camera, âYâall be safe out thereâand donât be acting like niggas, tearing up the cityâionâ wanna see none of that shit!â
The interview gives one more congratulations, leaving him be. You allow your mother in law to trap him in a hug first, swinging him from side to side, âIâm so happy for you, sweetheart! Give thanks to god!â
âAll praises to the highestââ he lets out a chuckle, pulling her into his arms, her head only reaching his chest. In his mothers fashion, she begins rambling as she grabs his chin, âYou gonâ keep all this hair on your face? Did you even get a haircut?ââ
âSee, I knew you was gonâ act like this. Immaâ give you one more hug, and you gotta let me see my girl, momma.â
She kisses him on the cheek as she pulls away, taking Salem into her own arms. You have no time to process before he lifts you off the ground, palms groping your ass with a grunt in your ear that you wrap your arms around his neck reflexively, squealingââOnyankopon!â
Heâs careless that thereâs thousands of people around him, in your ear as he gruffly says, âI missed you bad as fuck. I missed this big ass,â he squeezes it in his hands, making you giggle even more, âMissed that beautiful face. You canât be away from a nigga for that long. That ainât gonâ happen againâyou hear me?â
âI hear you,â you roll your eyes, âYou won!â you shriek, wrapping yourself tighter around him, âYour first ring, baby!â
It felt surrealâhe wasnât sure what he felt, still stunned that theyâd won an entire championship. His emotions were on a rollercoaster, his chest thumping like a drum as he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours. His deep voice shakes a bit as he chuckles, leaning down into you to hide the emotions he feels.
It was extremely rare for Onyankopon to get like this. The last time youâd seen it, he held Salem for the first time. He was a man full of gratitude, and it was all hitting him at this moment. You quickly run your thumb under his eye, giggling as tears form in your own vision.Â
âI love you,â you say softly, in the midst of chaos around you.
He presses his trembling lips against your own, the heat of his breath making you dizzy as the butterflies in your body flutter wildly. Heâs hungry as he takes every part of your lips, finding a grip on your throat as heâs dropping his tongue in your mouth.
âBoy, come hold this baby and quit trynaâ make another one!â
Your mother in law's voice comes between the two of you. Another soft giggle comes from you as you pull back, running your fingers along the braids in his hair as Salem reaches out to his father.
âI hear you, Momma. Lawd.âÂ
He immediately pulls away, the most tender and gentle expression youâd ever seen on him as he scoops Salem out of his motherâs arms, cradling him close to his face as he snuggles him. This was something you wished you could put on pause. His big hand cups your sonâs entire body, giving gentle kisses to his forehead, the baby cackling out giggles.
âYou know he screeched when you came on the Jumbotron?â You tell him, attempting to pull Salemâs fist from his mouth.
Heâs distracted, unable to tear his eyes from Salem as he pulls him in close, âYeah? You see yoâ daddy, baby? What youâ think of this?âÂ
Heâs bouncing him in his arms, holding his head as he moves Salem to see everyone in the stadium, âAwe, babyâhe ainât gonâ remember all this.â
You rub his shoulder, âThatâs okay, he sees you, Ony. Heâs gonna remember that.â
His hand finds the small of your back, tugging you close to his side as he continues to coo at Salem, âI need to get yâall home soon.â
âYouâre not going out with the team?â You question, a small frown on your face, âI thought youâ was saying all that for the cameras.â
He looks at you, âYou think I wanna be with grown ass men over spending time with my family? Whereâs yoâ mind at?â
You roll your eyes. Taking Salem back into your arms, âWhatever, nigga. Go do yoâ last little interviews, immaâ go call a car for your mom, I know she wants to go home.â
âI ainât gonâ be longâlike ten-fifteen minutes,â he presses a kiss under your chin, kissing the forehead of his baby boy before taking off to where the team took photos.
You look over to your mother in law, who has the same look as you, knowing that ten to fifteen minutes was damn sure a lie.Â
You raise an eyebrow, âYou wanna wait?â
âGirl, call his driver and get me home. Iâm not waiting on his big headed ass.â
You laugh, listening nonetheless.
When the chaos of the night comes to an endâyouâre back where you imagined being for the past couple of days. You stare out the window from the top floor of your condo, seeing the city twinkling beneath the stars, colors flashing from business buildings to represent the cityâs celebration. It couldâve been a completely different nightâyou and Onyankopon couldâve been with the city, partying, drinking until your organs collapsed.
But you were here. Within your shared bedroom, Onyankopon laid out on the bed, scrolling through twitter and watching the shit-show happening on Canal street.
âThey go so crazy in the boot,â he chuckles, âYou see this shit, baby? Niggas on street polesâthey busted a window at a Chase bank!â
You continue brushing your teeth, staring out the window and watching the fireworks going off in the sky.Â
âBoy, donât be acting like if I ainât give you the green light you wouldnât be out there acting an ass too.â
âThatâs a big if. You ainât never gonâ give me the green light. You like to keep me all cooped up.âÂ
He gets up from his spot and walks over to you, taking a seat in the bay window as he pulls you in between his legs, âYou think Iâm lyinâ?â
âSo you wanna go out?â You raise an eyebrow, âI heard your players was finnaâ go out to Visions to celebrate,â you refer to the gentlemen's club, âThatâs what you wasâ tryna do? Oh, aight. Go out with your lilâ funky ass friends then,â you roll your eyes, wanting to finish off your nightly routine.
âCome on, you gotta know Iâm bullshittinâ,â he tugs you back closer to him, âYou ainât gonâ be nice to me? I just won the damn Super Bowl.â
You briefly step into the bathroom to wash out your mouth, wiping the bottom of your now bare face. You sigh, âYou couldâve gone out if you wanted to, Ony. I was just gonna come back and pass out with Salem.â
âI know you missinâ my touch. Câmere.â
Onyankopon had a bad habit of liking you more in this state. Freckles cover your nose and cheeks as youâd wiped all your makeup off, curls dangling around your face. The dark tresses hung from the claw clip youâd lazily stuck in there, trying to pull your hair out the way as you fed Salem earlier, wearing a white tee that hugs your upper half, midriff showcasing between your white panties. He couldnât stop playing with the lace bow on the front of the cotton material.Â
Fuzzy Saints socks pulled the look all togetherâyou were perfect.Â
He breathes low, fingers gently gripping your hips, âSee, you got me feeling lonely. I need you with me, baby. Fuck allatâ club shit.â
You wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a hum as you lean close to his mouth, âYou only want me, huh?â
âDonât play. You know youâ my good luck charm.âÂ
Youâre too pretty in the moonlight for him to resist. He holds you close, pulling your mouth to meet his as he kisses you slowlyâBut of course, the moment is interrupted as you hear the sound of fussing.Â
You pull your mouth back, exhaling a bit. You sigh, âI didnât pump tonight, so I gotta go finish feeding him.â
He groans, hands sliding down to cup at your ass as he holds you close, âCanât you just let him cry a lilâ bit?â
You raise an eyebrow, âWould you like me to not feed you?â
His chuckle is slight, looking up into your serious stare, âThatâs different, he ate not too long ago.â
âWell maybe you shouldnât have given him the appetite you have, hm?â You give him a peck on the lips, âDonât be talkinâ bout my baby!â You exclaim, disappearing out of the bedroom with that.Â
It takes longer than you anticipate to feed your baby, burp him, and finally get him in his crib. After a little bit of fussing, his eyes drift as he lays along his stomach, pacifier in his mouth as he drifts off, warm in a soft blue onesie.
You groan a bit as you make your way back towards the bedroom. Your chest was aching. The lights were now off, a box fan blowing comfortingly in the cornerâthe only light casting within the room now was from the moon. You can see the reflection of Onyankoponâs phone on his face, knowing this was his routine before he passed out. You couldnât blame him for it.
You say quietly as you close the door, âSalemâs asleep.âÂ
The comforting sound of the fan continues to blow. You then have a thought, slowly pressing your knees against the bed as you begin crawling towards him.
âDaddyâŠâ
He immediately says, âNuh-uh. You only do all that when you want sum.â I just won the Super Bowl. Leave me alone.âÂ
You roll your eyes, groaning, âI only had a question.â
âYou got a question, huh?âÂ
Youâre already tugging at his arm until he caves in, tossing his phone to the side with a sigh, âAight, aight. You got my undivided attention, all that bullshit.â
âSince youâre in such a good mood, can we talk about getting me a breast lift again? And before you say itâI donât need all that self love bullshit,â you cover his eyes, not wanting to see his reaction.
âGirl, donât start with me.âÂ
His fingers tug at your hand until he removes it from his face, holding onto your arms, âIâm not trynaâ argue with you right now, forreal.âÂ
âIt shouldnât have to be an argument,â you protest, âSalem is sucking me dry, all he wants is the nipple.â
âI told yoâ ass to take him off the titty, you ainât wanna listen,â Onyankopon murmurs, placing his hands behind his head, looking up at you through the moonlight.Â
You flick his nose, âItâs normal for a six month old to still be breastfeeding, Ony!â
âYeah, youâ right,â He sighs, glancing at you with a lazy smile, âIâm not sayinâ no, you got a point. I just donât wanna have this discussion right now, aight? You gonâ have to give me some time to think about it.â
You roll your eyes, âTheyâll still be my real boobs, Iâm just gonna have them sit up. Although, wouldnât I look good with some implants? Like themâ big ass anime girl boobs? Imagine!â You place his hands on your chest, âYouâll have so much more to grab!â
âYou do like to be on bullshit, huh?â He squeezes softly, âYou playinâ dirty, thatâs foul. You gonâ have to come to me with a serious argument.â
âThis is my argument. Youâ not feelinâ good enough. Donât they feel like two raisins? Exactly!â You blow out a breath, âYou know, I wouldnât be this difficult if you asked to get your dick bigger or something.â
âThatâs âcause my shit fat,â your body jerks as he gives a smack to your ass, âYou makinâ my head hurt.â
You giggle evilly, âGood,â as you roll onto your side of the bed, pressing your back against his chest, scooting back to spoon yourself into his body. You sigh at the immediate warmth, feeling as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder.
He hums, eyes closed as he wraps his body around yours, holding you close, âGo to sleep. I know youâ tired.â
âI know youâ tired.âÂ
âOh, aight. So we just gonâ argue all night.â
You roll your eyes at that. Silence goes between the both of you, and you think he might be asleep. You adjust yourself in his hold, turning yourself on your back to be able to face him, but still keeping yourself beneath his arms.Â
âYou know how much I love you?â
Your voice is soft, barely audible.
A lazy kiss to your cheek.
A hum.
âLet me guess.â
âMm?"
A sleepy, deep chuckle.Â
âAs much as I love you?â
You smile a bit, âMaybe a lilâ more than that.â
âYeah, yeah.âÂ
âYou love me the most-est,â you kiss his nose.Â
âI love you the most-est. Weâ cool?âÂ
You find that in the darkness, itâs possible to find every little line and fold in his face. His eyelashes, his nose, and his lips. Theyâre all beautiful.
You lean your face down, giving him the softest kiss in response. Your noses brush together a bit, your soft giggle huffing through your mouth.
He kisses you back. His chest rumbles in a quiet, deep chuckle, eyes remaining closed as you pull away. You find them opening slowly, staring with a gaze that makes you feel like youâre in a movie.Â
âYou trynaâ start sum?â
Your body goes warm at the question. Your lower half throbs, but you never knew how toâŠsay that exactly. You adjust yourself, separating your thighs a bit as you shake your head, âNo. Salemâs a light sleeper, you know that.â
You move an inch, but heâll follow you with his eyes.Â
âRight. Thatâs why you doing allatâ movinâ.â
The moon is moving away from your window, making it even darker than before. You canât see him, but you can feel his body. His presence, his aura.Â
You exhale a bit, breath uneven as you say, âGo to sleep, Ony.â
His hand traces over your hip, up and down. You can feel his eyes on you, staring and searching the outlines of your body.
âYou gonâ say whatâs on your mind?â
Itâs like he flashes in your mind all at once. His smile, his laugh, his arrogance on the field, the love he had for Salem, the glare he gave you when heâ
ââŠJust a lilâ restless,â you say softly.Â
No response, nothing for a short moment. Thatâs when you feel your head being nudged up a bit, his lips beneath your chin, gently dragging his mouth over your neck. The feeling makes you swallow, frowning as you gently adjust yourself again.Â
You can feel his lips and tongue on your skin. Heâs going agonizingly slow, not moving any lower than your neck, and itâs driving you crazy.Â
You attempt to press your hand along his jaw to halt his movements, but as you do, he finds that spot. Itâs the area right under your ear, in between your neck. It makes your eyes roll, your body trembling in response. Youâre unethical as you whimper, âOâOny, I donât wanna wake up SalemâŠâ
Heâs now on the other side of your neck, still agonizingly slow in his affection. You can feel his patience thinning, as his lips drag onto your shoulder next.Â
âYou think you can keep quiet for me?â
That warmth in your body returns as Onyankopon lifts his face, meeting his tongue with yours, catching your lips under his mouth. You give a light gasp, pulling your face back a bit from the embarrassment of being that reactiveâanother unfortunate side effect that came after pregnancy.
âCâmon, Mama. Gimmeâ yoâ mouth.âÂ
You listenâeven as your body shudders, whining softly with a push back against his lips, his kiss consuming you. Your mind is fuzzy at this point.Â
âThere you fuckinâ go.âÂ
Your lips are met with a wet sound. Heâs sloppy in his kiss. His tongue moves along your own, warm thumb brushing along your cheek, dragging over your throat, up until itâs at the bottom of your tee, tugging the fabric up to place along your collarbone. The top sits right above your breasts, Onyankopon already lowering himself, sucking your brown nipples in between his lips in repetitive pops, grunting each time the soft skin hardened below his mouth.
You attempt to slow him down as you arch yourself opposite of his mouth, which travels between the dip of your chest, tracing down to the ink scattered along your stomach. This position was a terrible ideaâhis mouth was all over you now, hands firm and demanding, your lower body tingling.
You can sense the pressure building within your stomach which makes your breathing grow more uneasy as your whole body tries to cope, but fails with each kiss he leavesâheâs going lower, lowerâŠ
Itâs as if being in complete darkness somehow made things more intimate. You canât see him, but you can imagine his eyes on youâlustful, coaxingâheâs scooting your lower body closer to his broad shoulders, your pedicured feet dipping in the sculpted muscles of his back as he spreads your thighs open, his warm mouth re-introducing itself as heâs dragging his tongue on your ankle, leading up to sucking your toes in his mouth.Â
âGot a nigga needing you.â
At his admiration, you give him your whimper quietlyâsecretly. He knows it was there as he starts between sucking your toes, teasing, causing you almost to wince as you bite against your bottom lipâthe warmth surrounds your ankle from him sucking at the arch of your foot.
You move uncomfortably in your pleasure as he pulls his tongue over the same area againâthe throbbing between your legs becoming more harsh as he tugs at the curve of your foot, giving you goosebumps.Â
He knew you loved his mouth. Couldnât stand it, almost. His tongue could take you to heights only sex toys could've attempted, making his mouth a formidable competition. Yet, as amazing as he made you soundâhis groans, his talking pushed you farther than anything else, leaving your ears constantly ringing.Â
As his mouth was your guilty pleasure, your scent was his. A milky vanilla, it was like some type of aphrodisiac pheromone. He circles his tongue over your ankle before pulling it back to his shoulder, lowering himself down to meet with your inner thighs.Â
Heâs grunting, âAlways smell so muhfuckinâ good, baby.â
Another baby gasp is taken as his beard tickles along the sensitive skin near the back of your knees, forcing shivers up your spine as his tongue explores further along, his grunt dragging a jolt up the soft flesh on your legs.Â
Your soft sounds echoed throughout the darkness as your lower lip became a captive against your own teeth. Ony was tasting at the edge of your inner thigh now, his beard brushing against the same spot on your skin, almost predatory as he dragged his tongue across the seam.
This was dangerous territoryâespecially when he growled at the syllables to his name from your lips, you breathily panting, âBâbabyâŠâÂ
The anticipation grew larger for you by each second, inch he moved, becoming too loud to be masked anymore within the silence that enveloped the pair of you. There would soon be tears coming, you knew that.
And here they were. They form lightly in your eyes, and you hate that. You sniffle through the darkness, clasping his braided hair as you spread your legs a bit, âOny, pleaseâŠâ
The desperation within those words, mixed with your softness that clung onto his fingertips made him arrogant. His hand presses between the cradle of your thighs, pulling you up to a point where his warm breath huffs against the entirety of you. He can imagine your pussyâbubblegum pink, camouflaged by the brown of your outer lipsâpretty.
âYou gonâ be loud?â
You press your fingers into your mouth, shaking your head in the darkness. Your body jolts as his palm effortlessly pops your ass, the skin shaking as he grunts, âUse that fuckinâ mouth, girl. âKnow you hear me talkinâ.â
You shake your head as you whimper, âCanât, Ony. Donât wanna wake the baby.âÂ
Itâs right as you finish that sentence. He gives your clit the softest kiss, letting his lips hold the nub in between them, savoring the tremble your body does in response. He spreads his tongue over you slowly, almost testing the ripeness, grunting, âOoh, shit. Why this shit tastinâ like that?âÂ
His head tilted to consume more, Ony losing himself, his chin bobbing his mouth as heâs groaning, becoming lost in what heâs doing. The back of your palm meets with your mouth, turning your face into the pillow as your eyes screw shut. They roll all at the same time, feeling your hand tremble above your face as you whine, âOâoh my gâŠâ
Each leveled sound causes his eyes to half-lid in satisfaction, making the pitch black around you almost rotate as he goes on. You were soft. Ony pushed against you to eat you better, lifting you off his shoulders at moments just to bring you down onto his face, chasing to smother himself in your taste.
Your folds are being spread open by his tongue, clit encapsulated by the raindrops of your saliva, hood pulled back as he sucks on it abrasivelyâyour legs are shaking.Â
You hold onto his hair as your chest heaves, back to panting, âSâslow babyâŠmmphâŠâ
âQuit allatâ. Keep it up, Iâm finnaâ have you cryinâ on my face.â
He never told you anything twice. Even with his words, he gives into your plea. Slightly. Ony lets off for a bit, letting you drown in his beard, before he drags his tongue back up to its peak, latching onto your clit like a pacifier.
Onyankopon takes you slow, as slow as you like now as his eyes watch yours in the pitch black. His lower face is wet, your pussy catching the mess of your arousal, coating a sheen against itself, reflecting back in Onyankoponâs facial hair. Â
You hated how shy he made you, as if you werenât going to marry this man soon. Youâre bolder through the darkness as you beg, âWant your tongue in me, OnyâŠâ
His tongue draws circles around your opening, your head coming up to watch, even if you canât see. Heâs pushing his tongue inside. He curses at the twitch in responseâGod. Your walls quiver, sucking around the thickness, molding in response to the texture of his tongue.
He could linger here all nightâheâs moaning, overshadowing your whine of pleasure, his mouth plunging back down for yet another stroke into your pussy, arousal gushing around his lips, spurring fleshy sounds as your eyes roll back, âFuck,â you almost sob, âFuckâŠâ
âTakinâ my mouth like some muhfuckinâ dick. Nasty ass bitch, just fuckinâ my face,â he canât stop moaning to you, âKeep fuckinâ me.â
He continuously brings you onto the tip of his tongue, thrusting into your heat as if trying to get you to flood. He eats, slurping up your spillage like a dessert, a reward he could argue is better than his championshipâhe deserved you.Â
Itâs as if the both of you are addictsâfeening for another fix. He lifts himself from between your legs as he crashes his mouth against yours, able to taste yourself off his tongue.
Youâre sloppy as you kiss each other, Onyankoponâs large frame hovered over yours in an almost terrifying manner, locking your legs back along his shoulders. His tip smacks along your clit, the weight of his length always leaving a presence against your pussy, even when it was gone, even when he was away.Â
This was always the most difficult part for you. But you were so wet, you hoped you wouldnât do much complaining today. You pull your mouth back as you press your forehead against his, hand along the side of his face, breathing slightly into his mouth. He digs his forehead into yours as he takes one of your hands above your head, intertwining your fingers as his other is holding up your legâOnyankopon dropping in, stretching your folds as he slowly sinks into your pussy. Your eyebrows furrow a bit, holding onto his face tighter. Your breathing is more labored than before, and the moment you feel him curving for your cervix, you gasp, pulling his face closer to yours, a sloppy moan rushing from your mouth, thighs trembling at the discomforting pleasure.
âGimmeâ my fuckinâ pussy,â he grunts, âThis shit mine, actinâ like itâs not,â Another ravenous pull that caused him to grunt as he slowly bucked his hipsâstretching your folds until he bottomed out, sinking in against your walls fully.
Your moans were chaotic. You found yourself reaching for his shoulder, digging your nails into the skin as he lowered himself more, growling, âBetter gimmeâ that shit,â tears within your eyes as you whined, eyes rolling back as you relaxed for him.
You had no choice but to let him get this deep into your stomach. Youâre trying to tuck your face in your shoulder, his strokes long, the slowness making it all the more evil.
He had a hold of your hips, almost cradling you within his hold, slamming you down onto his dick. As much as you said he loomed above you, Onyankopon knew he encased you. He could smell his son off of you sometimesâjust another reason to bring his hands underneath youâburying himself deeper, lips near yours, sucking against your chin in a feigned fashion.Â
You gave a pathetic cry, pulling him even closer, âOnyyyâŠâ
âYou got my dick in yoâ fuckinâ stomach,â he teases breathily above your lips, his fingers crusading against the plump flesh on your thighs, coaxing you to open wider for his greed.
âYou feelinâ it, huh?âÂ
He wonât stop talking. Itâs because he knows he has you right where he wants you. Youâre quieter than heâd want you to be, but itâs because youâre cumming, nearly pushing his dick out as you feel yourself coating his entire length. Your eyes havenât resurfaced to the darkness as theyâre still in the back of your head.Â
You pout, âYouâre so fucking deep, OnyâŠI love you,â you promise to him, sniffling as you listen to your skin slapping against his, âI love youâŠâ
âI love you too, Mama. Keep talkinâ to me.â
He didnât care if you were already this stupidly drunk because of him. He needed you lost.Â
If you thought this was the hardest part of his offense, wait until he flipped you onto your sideâyour knees close to your chest, Onyankoponâs left arm holding your hip, beginning to tug you down onto his length, ass ricocheting off his abdomen. Your body feels exhausted, your curls masking over your face, unable to have the energy to move them as you could only take his strokes.
âYou hear me?â He repeats, arrogance feigning, âA nigga love you. Youâ gonâ give me another baby?â
Your eyes are rolled back for the umpteenth time, turning your head a bit to feel him from the darkness, frowning from how much pleasure fills your body.Â
You canât help but ramble back to him, âGonna give you another baby, Ony. Promise.â
His hips are smacking into your assâhard, hard enough to send ripples of pleasure that course down to your ankles.
âYou gonâ marry me?â He questions, sliding his hand up to reach your throat, using that as leverage to drop you down onto him, the connecting skin wet, slapping together in a symphony, âAinât finnaâ give my pussy away?â
âThis your pussy, Daddy,â you whimper to him, cheeks flushed, knowing he had you talking crazy. You hold onto the pillow below your head, âGonnaâ marry you, babyâŠso proud of youâŠâ
âYou proud of me, baby?â
âMhm,â you whine softly in response, to which he replies,âIâm proud of you, Mama. Takinâ dick like a fuckinâ pro. Gonâ be a pretty ass momma all over again. Gonâ give me a lilâ girl.â
His words, the love he carriesâbeing a father, being a husband, being a man. You wanna give him as many babies he wants. You want to spend the rest of your life with him.
You sob, âCum in me. Cum in me, OnyâŠâ
"Quit beggin' for my cum. Take it.â Â
He groans, speeding up, stretching you so wide with every hit against your cervix, even feeling that faint pain doesn't ruin the waves building as you cum again. He pushes himself forward, pulling your hair out your face as he nastily kisses you, moaning, an action filled with affection, lust, love.
The pleasure you give to each other is like no other this time around. It mightâve gotten so goodâtoo good. He hovers atop of you, breathing heavily as you feel that familiar warmth fill your walls.
You pull his mouth closer as you repeat for the thousandth time, âI love you, Onyankopon.â
Heâll kiss you, a bit harder in response. His words are mumbled over your lips.Â
âI love you so much fuckinâ more, girl.âÂ
When you go to return his kiss one more timeâthe baby monitor screechesâSalemâs cry interrupting you both. You press your forehead against his chest, giggling softly.
Onyankopon lets out a small sigh, chuckling in response to your amusement.Â
âI got him, Mama. Gonâ head and go to sleep.âÂ
He finally turns on the lamp beside the bathroom, planting another kiss along your forehead before standing from the bed.
You lay your head along the pillow as you watch him search for his basketball shorts, unable to help but watch his bare body move around the room, back muscles flexing naturally.Â
When he turns back as he feels your eyes, you drop them directly to his dick as you innocently question, âWhat?â
Onyankopon smirks, amused at your lingering gazeâpulling on his shorts, concealing his lower half.
âI thought you wasâ tired? I ainât do my job?â
You were exhausted, but your tired daze had you smiling at him, and maybe you were still a little horny.Â
You give him those eyes, âI am. Iâm just watching.â
âYou gonâ keep getting pregnant with themâ eyes. Youâ need another round? Cause we can really have a Super Bowl: Champions of Dickââ
âNo, jesus. Iâm going to sleep. Go feed my child.â
Your pussy tighter than door hinges
I munch you like sandwiches but not any more 'cause I'm on tour, so
Look, FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick
I go hard, shit, I might need an ice pack on my wrist
soleil is now playing: blow my load [tyler, the creator]
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you bit your lip, positioning your camera to capture your body, just like Onyankopon guided you.
âgood job mama.â he said, a sly smile on his face. you giggled, leaning against your head board and gently spreading your legs open, showing him the wet spot that soaked your panties.
âmâso wet for you papa⊠i miss you so fucking much.â you pouted, sighing as you slowly rubbed your clit through the thin cotton. "you miss me that much, huh? how much do you miss me, baby?"
Onyankopon spoke, holding the phone to his ear, watching intently. his eyes burned with desire, wanting nothing more than to be next to you, touching you.
âso, so, sooo, much baby.â you said, grinding against your hand as you teased yourself. âw-when are you gonna be back?â you mumbled, face contorting each time you circled your clit.
Ony grunted lowly, hand palming his dick through his sweatpants as he stared at your pretty face. âsoon baby, you know i canât stand being away from you this long either.â
"soon isn't soon enough Ony, i want you back now." you whined, your eyebrows furrowing as you let out a tiny gasp, a shock of pleasure going up your spine.
Onyankopon groaned, his hand gripping the phone tightly, listening to your breathy sighs and moans as you teased yourself. "mmm, you're torturing me, yknow that right?" he spoke lowly, licking his lips as his eyes stayed on your frame.
you hummed, pulling your panties off quickly to reveal your wet cunt. you let a breathy whimper come from your lips, body tingling in pleasure as you continued to rub your clit a bit faster.
âjusâ like that baby, you look so fuckinâ pretty.â Ony groaned, pulling his sweats down to reveal his hard, leaking length.
"wish i was there right now." he grunted, his hand running up and down his hardening length.
âme too..â you said raggedly, hips raising a bit as you slowly sunk two fingers into your pussy, pushing them in and out. "you wish I was there⊠w-what would you do if i was?" Onyankopon groaned, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he gripped the phone tightly, listening to your panting moans.
"mphm....f-first, i'd drag your ass onto this bed." you giggled lowly, your tone heavy and needy. "then iâd-"
"then you'd what?" Ony interrupted, teasing you. "f-fuckâ then.. i'd-"
"come on baby." he moaned, bottom lip wedged between his lips.
your breath hitched as you tried to respond, your words coming out in whimpers and gasps. "iâdâshit... i'd make you feel so good... just like you make me feel so good."
he chuckled, moving his hand faster to match your pace âfuck, [â°].. you tryna kill me?â
you chuckled breathlessly, lips parted as you stared at the camera, fingers moving in and out of your cunt desperately.
"n-no, i just want you here with me.. i need you.â you replied, squealing lowly, legs trembling in pleasure. "you should be back home right now. w-where you belong."
"oh yeah? and where exactly is that mama?" he asked, chest heaving.
"between my legs." you whimpered, a loud moan leaving your mouth as your eyes rolled back.
"keep talkinâ like that and i just mightâ shit." Onyankopon clenched his jaw, head thrown back as he listened to the wet squelching coming from his phone. his thumb ran over the tip of his length, beads of pre-cum already leaking out.
âb-baby, lemme see.â you whined, wanting to see the way he touched himself. he quickly moved the phone, setting it up against something so the camera showed his entire body.
you felt like you were on fire, heat pooling in your stomach as your eyes stayed locked on the screen. the position of the phone gave you a full view of him, which was not helping. he was shirtless, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, which was pulled down to his thighs.
âthere, you happy now?â he smirked, leaned back in the chair lazily as he watched you finger yourself faster, your thighs pressed together.
âmhmmmâŠâ you moaned, your toes curling as you watched him wrap a hand around his dick, stroking languidly. you swallowed hard, hips shifting slightly.
he groaned, moving his fist faster. "yeah⊠you like what you see, don't you?" his eyes were glued to the screen, watching your movements, breath coming out in shaky grunts.
"wish you could touch me, huh?"
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note: this was soo fun to write⊠kinda used some of what ive experienced ykkđ but this was in my drafts for like a century ijbol?? published it in the meantime while i focus on school and attempt to finish my other works(i havenât forgotten abt connie lol) đ luv yâall tho, hope u enjoy :)
gojo's tongue is mean, rough against you as he's got no patience to take it slow. the blindfold stays on, that hungry look never leaving his face as his fingers and tongue dig into your folds.
gojo just loves grinding against you, his cock sliding between your folds, already slick with your arousal. you can see the way he pushes in, the fast thrusts as he fucks you.
idk what you want me to say, but gojo just LOVES having his finger(s) in you, fucking it into you though.
gojo is all over your tits, mouth greedy as he kisses and suckles, flicking and biting. he shows you just how much he loves them.
gojo's pathetic, so fucking submissive as he gets a handjob, his breath ragged. the oil just makes it worse, slick and messy as you straddle his face, riding it slowly.
gojo's hands are slick with oil, loving the way it makes everything feel so much smoother as he works over your tits. he massages them with a desperate need, his eyes glued to the way the oil glistens - so what if he loves oiling your pretty bod up?
you grip gojo firmly from the behind. with slick strokes, you give him a mean handjob, his body tense and desperate as you work him over, each pull making him whimper and groans.
FINALLY it's the girls eating the guys asses out. so sweet.
he's groaning, his head thrown back as your sweet words slips from your lips, each sweet word making him laugh and shiver. he can't help but laugh between gasps, loving how you have him wrapped around your hand. literally.
you're torturing him with his own cock, your hand tight and teasing as he whimpers uncontrollably. gojo's desperate, his breath shaky, begging you to stop overstimulating him. he's a mess, groaning and twitching. but that's what you wanted, right?
thank you @webism for making the divider, love you abby ! trust i WILL be using the other ones đđ
This was hot af lmaođ„” Please do one for Jack especially because in his Call Her Daddy interview he said one of his best traits in bed was dialogue đ€
Omg?? I never seen the Call Her Daddy interview and I just watched it im hot đ„” the way he described missionary âŠ.oh my
âFuckkk you feel so good babyâ
âLook at me, look.at.meâ
âFuck Iâm gonna fill this pussy upâ
âLook at you, youâre a mess just for meâ
âTake it princess you can take itâ
âI know itâs big, let me inâ
âIm not stopping till youâre wetting these fucking sheets, you understand me?â
âShut the fuck up.â His rough voice rasped in your ear. Hips slamming on your denim mini skirt covered hips. âP-please, s-so sorry daddy.â You cry as he spreads your pink lacy panties across your ass cheeks, he looks down at your squelching wet pussy engulfing his fat veiny dick. âLoud ass pussy, just like that loud ass mouth huh?â He moves back down so his chest was on your naked back.
âH-hnnn t-toji p-pleasuuuhhh.â You bit your pouty bottom lip, drool slipping pass your chin and your eyes water up. His rough hands grip your curls on your head and shoves your face first in the mattress. âLet me tell your pretty ass to shut the fuck up again and Iâm gaggin yaâ. you hear me?â You nod in the sheets, crying and moaning all over the place.
This all because you were too spoiled :(
All because toji gives you everything you want and youâre just a greedy thing.
And you just donât listen, you never listen.
âWa-want you babies. f-fuck daddy. W-want you to make me a mommy. pleasepleasepleasepleaseâ
You were fucked out and dumb.
His hips got sloppy, digging in your pussy so much. Fucking up against your pleasure spots. âS-shit, fucked out huh p-pretty girl. Sayin you want my babies.â He groans, leaning back against your thighs so he spread your cheeks open wildly, spitting on your pussy hole that was already spread from his dick.
âGonna cum baby, just like you wanted. U can get anything. F-fuck.â
Your hips grind against him, moaning at the thought of he hot cum flooding your slutty pussy.
Just as a hot spurt of cum enters you, your pussy squirts all over your pretty bed covers. âHmmm hnn d-daddy.â You cry, face all sloppy.
âThatâs it, dirty girl.â
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