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s. based heavily on the song blind then - hillari (LISTEN AS YOU READ)
cw. angsty love
an. reader's physical appearance is never mentioned, but all of my works are written with a black woman in mind
you started off as lab partners in junior year. you wished to be anywhere else this specific day, but mr. webb's assignment worth 120 points made that difficult. dissecting animals had to be your least favorite aspect of the class. it was weird considering it was an ap bio class, but in your words, 'it's just a class for credits'. him, on the other hand, loved that aspect of class. he could do without the smell, but dissecting, inspecting, and studying the animals brought into class made him look forward to mr. webb's class.
before the project, you never paid too much attention to each other. being that you sat on opposite sides of the room and biology was the only class you two shared, you didn't have many opportunities to exchange conversation.
when mr. webb paired you together, however, that changed rather quickly.
your mannerisms and personality in general piqued his interest. it didn't take too long for him to realize his feelings that were once nothing stemmed into a tiny crush.
throughout the three-day project, you both had plenty of opportunities to talk. it was clear he was much more excited about the project than you were, but his energy began rubbing off on you. you began looking forward to hearing his laughter after you told a corny joke or hear about the random shit he was thinking outloud.
on friday, you two celebrated your a+ with cinnamon sugar pretzels from the mall since it was all your unemployed pockets could afford.
it was a relief to be done with the project, but in the back of his mind, he was worried that you'd have no reason to speak again. a (rare) sudden burst of confidence led to him asking for your number so you two could remain in contact. when you gave him the sweetest smile and typed your number into his phone, he swore time stopped for a beat.
by the end of that week, you had exchanged nearly a hundred messages.
for the rest of the year, he caught himself searching for you in the hallways he knew your classes were held in. when that was not enough, he began to take the bus with you home, claiming it was 'a kind gesture from a friend to ensure you got home safely.'
over the summer, you hung out at the mall, the park, and any other place you agreed to meet up at. by this time, he'd accepted the crush that began to bloom; but he'd be a fool if he acted on that.
his friends encouraged confessing, saying there was no way you didn't feel the same. somehow, some way, they almost managed to convince him.
that was until one sunday when you both sat comfortably on a park bench trying to save your ice cream cones that were melting from the ninety-degree weather. unexpectedly, someone around your age approached you two saying you were such a cute couple.
you laughed loudly, looking at him expectantly, 'we're not a couple. he's like my brother.'
your words rang in his head for the rest of the summer. his heart shattered every time a notification from you popped up on his phone and he remembered how stupid he was for thinking you might've liked him back. whenever you made plans, he was coincidentally busy almost every time. if he couldn't find a way out of it, an unreadable look would be in his eyes as you told stories about the guy you recently started talking to.
it was a harsh pill to swallow, but he tried his best to get over it. at night, he'd lay awake thinking about what exactly your new situationship had that he didn't. was it the looks? the personality?
on the first day of school, you showed up to english holding hands with the boy he recognized to be the one from the pictures on instagram. of course, the one class he shared with you was also shared with your new boyfriend.
you greeted him as you always would—with a hug—and it solidified the thoughts he had: he completely misread the signs. he mistook your genuine kindness for reciprocated feelings all along.
mere weeks into the school year, he took notice to a girl at a football game. the two made eye contact several times throughout the evening until she finally worked up the courage to approach him. soon enough, he asked her out and he couldn't have been happier. she treated him in ways nobody ever had.
weeks turned into months and with time your friendship became strained. he didn't have as much time to balance his girlfriend, work, school, and you. so, as a result, you began to get pushed to the side. on the rare occasion that the two of you could find time, it wouldn't be for too long.
it shouldn't have bothered you as much as it had. you had your own boyfriend and he had his girlfriend.
however, right before the six-month mark in your relationship, you found yourself staring at a picture of the two on a date. they hugged the same way he used to hug you, only it was filled with so much more... love.
eventually, every night became like that one—scrolling back in your photo album to find the pictures where you two were having so much fun just being in each other's presence. scrolling back in hopes of pinpointing the exact day things changed between you two.
but you knew the change and you regretted it more than anything.
your heart ached every time you remembered how you laughed off the severe crush you had on him, instead labeling him as your 'brother' and confiding in a random because you were too scared to accept your feelings.
and now, he has moved on, and you are too late to admit that you're in love.
s. you send husband!toji a suggestive picture while he's at work
cw. suggestive pics
imagine sending husband!toji a single text that reads 'you alone?' when you know he's at work. it doesn't take long for him to respond with a 'what's wrong?'. it's unlike you to start up a conversation without greeting him, even if you guys had last spoken just 10 minutes prior. when you don't answer immediately, he follows up with 'i am'—which is a lie. his coworkers currently stood in front of him, engrossed in a conversation that toji was once involved in, but you didn't have to know. quickly, almost too quickly, you send an image attachment that is blurred out by the invisible ink ios feature. with sweaty palms and a sped-up heart rate in fear of the worst, he runs his thumb over the blurred-out box. his eyes scan the image when the blur is completely gone and... oh my god. he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut at the realization. toji immediately feels the blood rushing to his dick when he looks back at his phone and sees your half-naked body lying on your shared bed on his screen. the picture spans from the bottom half of your face to your thick thighs that look like they are calling toji's name. the back of your index finger was lodged in between your plump pink lips, and all toji can think is how much of a fucking tease you are. his eyes trail from your cleavage that is spilling out of the pink lacy bralette to the black satin panties decorated with a small pink bow in the center of the waistband. he wants to look away to keep his erection and the thoughts of what he would do to you when he gets home at bay, but it's so hard to stop staring. on the other end, you send a follow-up message that reads 'i miss you' and await his response with a devilish grin. you know that you are his weakness, so why not use it to your advantage? you watch the three dots disappear and reappear at the bottom of your screen three times until toji sends an 'oh my fucking god'. the thought of having him in such distress over a simple picture of you makes you laugh. once again, the three dots appear and his next message comes through quicker this time:
s. you come up on rapper!connie's timeline and he's intrigued
cw. suggestive imsg
an. considering continuing thisss. how bout it?
you and rapper!connie knew each other through a mutual friend. you guys had met a few times, and despite it being a little flirtatious, it never progressed into anything more
rapper!connie who scrolled through his timeline as he hotboxed in his car until a video of yours came up. it was you in the dance studio which wasn’t surprising. the cheers from the other people watching in the room was heard over vixen by miguel playing loudly through the speaker
rapper!connie watched your controlled and sensual moves. he watched you stare past the camera into what he figured was the mirror. your eyes were low and your face was focused yet relaxed
the way your hips swayed had connie damn near drooling, especially when you got on the floor and showed off your flexibility. the way the black leggings stretched over your hips and the way your crop top rode up a little did not help
when you finished, everyone cheered and your face shifted completely. the sensual look turned to a bright smile that graced your pretty plump lips. you shied away from the applause and cheers from your friends before the video ended there
rapper!connie who liked the post and pressed on your username to view your page.
connie noticed the purple ring around your very pretty profile picture (a selfie of you smiling in the driver seat of a car with the sun shining on you) and clicked on it to view your story. there were some from 22 hours ago about your new nail set, a smoothie place you tried, and a repost of the flyer for the ‘stilettos ‘n saturday nights’ dance class. the caption read ‘2 hour masterclass. come out and support ladies and gents 😉’
rapper!connie who watched the very last story which was from an hour ago and turned the volume up to see if he could hear anything in the back. it was a short video of you messing with your curly hair and putting up the peace sign with a kissy face at the end
rapper!connie who ignored the hop on cod message from his friends for the time being so he could send you a dm
he settled on pressing the heart eye emoji that was in line with the others (‘a subtle move’ he told himself) and tried to remain calm after seeing the emoji fly up the screen
stop being a chicken
rapper!connie who was away from his phone for just two hours to play video games with his friends until he felt himself start to get sleepy
he yawned for the umpteenth time into the mic as he rubbed his eyes harshly. “ight ima hop off”
all of his friends bid him goodnight before he shut off his console. the room that was previously only lit up by the light from the monitor now remained dark. he removed his wife beater with one hand and used the other to open his phone
connie was excited to be met with a notification from instagram that read y/user sent a dm. it was one winky face emoji. a smile spread across his lips and he fell face down on to his bed. literally all you had to do was acknowledge him and he nearly fell in love
rapper!connie who felt a desperate feeling of needing to keep the conversation going, sent a message that said ‘your dance was fire asf’
rapper!connie who was geeked when you sent a reply that said ‘thank you 🥰’ within ten minutes
his friends and family would describe him as a lover boy even though his intimidating demeanor masked that. however, he never found himself in too many relationships or even situationships since he claimed the right person hadn’t come around
rapper!connie who’s heartbeat sped up when it showed that you were typing again
if i knew you would’ve seen it i would’ve tried a little harder
“oh god,” connie murmured out loud
rapper!connie who felt obligated to show out now. nah dont trip you can show me in person his message said
boyyy stop you replied back
wyd tmrw night, connie persisted
rapper!connie who physically cringed when you left him on seen. he knew for a fact that he blew it and he was lowkey embarrassed
he sighed before going to close out of the app until the three dots began dancing on his screen again
s. your ex unexpectedly shows up at your doorstep one night, and you fall into his trap knowing you’d regret it the next morning
cw. oral, reluctance
an. just a lil small something for my first post && my first time writing smut
the low hum of solange's voice from your alexa sounded through your apartment walls. the space was dimly lit by the city lights shining through the high-rise apartment windows and the few eucalyptus-scented candles that were lit.
you slid the brownies off the metal spatula and onto the round cake dish, careful to not let them fall. when you successfully got almost all of them onto the dish, you picked up the remaining one from the baking pan and took a bite of the delicious treat.
'ooh, i did my lil' one thing,' you thought to yourself, nodding at the taste of the betty crocker brownies.
you placed the baking pan into the sink, squeezing some dish soap and letting the water run inside to loosen the remaining chocolate. 'i'll get to that later.'
you adjusted the oversized white t-shirt on your shoulders that just barely covered the grey underwear underneath. your favorite part about living alone had to be the freedom of wearing whatever and not worrying about someone else seeing.
a ping came through your phone, letting you know you'd gotten a message. picking up the phone, you saw the notification:
wish you came out with us. there some fine ass mfs out hereee
you laughed at your best friends text and sent a reply back. you felt bad for lying and saying you weren't feeling well, but you didn't feel like going out—you wanted to stay in this friday night, listen to music, drink wine, and people-watch from your window. as boring as that sounded, it was what you enjoyed.
"alexa, volume up," you commanded as the tune of 'soon as i get home' by faith evans played. you swayed your hips to the song as you grabbed your glass of wine from earlier, and your bare feet padded across the floor to the spacious white couch.
"so baby... soon as i get home," you sang along, opening your phone preparing to view your friends' instagram stories from their night out.
however, you were interrupted by three knocks on your door. your brows pinched together and your eyes drifted to the top of your phone that read the time:
10:27
"who the fuck…" you trailed off, reaching over to place your glass on the coffee table. you fixed the messy bun that your braids were in as you made your way over to the front door and stood on your toes to look through the peephole. the unexpected sight of the familiar figure made your heart drop to your ass.
you backed away from the door and tried to compose yourself. a mix of emotions flooded through your mind—anger, hurt, giddiness.
faith's voice continued to sing in the back and before you could stop yourself, you reached to unlock the door. you opened it calmly, refusing to let him see your conflicted emotions.
your ex stood in front of you with a growing smirk, reaching to put his hands into his pockets. you took in his appearance as your mind raced. he wore a black durag on his head that matched with his black sweats and black t-shirt. his familiar arm and neck tattoos peeked through his clothes. you could slightly see his underwear band underneath the sweats, making you imagine more than you should've been. you internally slapped yourself for letting your mind wander and snapped your eyes up to his face. the smirk on his face remained as his low eyes wandered down your partially naked figure.
you finally spoke up to break the silence, “what do you want?”
“you look good, ma.” onyankopon’s voice was smooth and sent shivers down your spine. the smile on his face let you get a look at his gold canines.
you wanted to say he did too, but you knew better than that.
“stop, ony. what do you want?” you repeated, shifting your weight to one foot with a tilt of your head.
“you,” he mumbled so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. he licked his lips and looked into your eyes, making you avert your gaze.
before you could protest, he removed both of his hands from his pockets and raised one to your stomach, softly nudging you further into the apartment as he used the other to close the door behind him.
“ony, stop, you shouldn’t be here.” you knew that him staying the night would just add more confusion to an already confusing situation. you guys were together for multiple years, but 6 months ago you two came to a mutual agreement that you guys shouldn’t stay together because of the constant arguing. only two months into the breakup, however, you woke up in his california king bed after you called and said you needed him. you guys couldn’t stay away from each other, to say the least.
he slid both hands onto either side of your waist and pulled you closer, “i miss you, ma.” he lowered his head into your neck to leave soft kisses. despite what your mind was telling you, you tilted your head to give him more access.
he sucked on your sweet spot making you moan softly in his ear. the sound got him excited—he knew he got you exactly where he wanted you.
he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. his hands felt like fire on the back of your thighs. you continued to kiss him and ignored the side of you that said you’d regret it in the morning.
ony walked the both of you to your bedroom and laid you down on the edge of your bed, only breaking the kiss to remove your oversized t-shirt and continuing down your breasts.
“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said quietly, making his way down your stomach. when he got to your pussy, he teased you by kissing your inner thigh and rubbing you lightly.
“onya—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss to your clothed clit, making you inhale sharply through your nose. before he removed your underwear, he reached behind his head and pulled the neckline of his shirt over his head. you stared at his tattooed abs and fawned internally as if you’d never seen them before.
after pulling off your underwear, he finally got a look at your glistening pussy. it was clean shaven as if you knew this moment was coming.
“yo’ pussy so pretty, y/n.” you felt the heat rising to your face as you watched him drop to his knees and pull you closer to the edge of the bed.
he held the back of your thighs to keep your legs up and as soon as he latched on, a soft moan escaped your lips. he knew exactly what to do to make you cum quick.
“fuck,” you panted. he stuck one finger inside as he simultaneously sucked on your clit. the music that played from the living room was drowned out by the sounds of your arousal.
“oh my god~” you dragged, reaching for the pillow behind you to cover your face as you already felt the tension forming in your stomach. your moans got louder and louder despite your attempts to muffle them under the pillow.
ony spoke against your clit, “nah let me hear you.” his deep voice sent vibrations through you, causing you to let out more sounds of pure euphoria. you hesitantly removed the pillow and instead resorted to grabbing at the sheets.
“s-shittt,” you groaned, sitting up on your elbows. you looked down at him through your glossy eyes and were surprised to see he was already looking at you. the eye contact with ony brought you closer to your climax. “i’m gonna—”
“cum for me mama.”
on que, you fell back onto the sheets with a whine as you released. your legs tried to close around his head, but he held them open. it truly felt like like you were seeing stars as he continued to suck on your clit. the feeling of overstimulation had your eyes welded shut and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, nearly drawing blood.
“okayy onya,” you whined and pushed his head away in attempts to get him to stop. thankfully, he stood up, giving you a break. you panted and wiped the tears that formed in your eyes.
you made a move to sit up when you saw him throw his phone onto the bed thinking you were done. he stopped your movements and immediately pushed you back down with a chuckle, “i’m not done ma, gimme one more.”
