onyxiix

✮ archive of whatever weird shit comes to me at 3 a.m. ✮

[onyxiix]

Bio: onyx || she/her || black || 20's

About Me: Hi! My name is Onyx and I am a romance enthusiast. I love to read and travel on my downtime. I've been trying to get back into writing over the past couple of years, so this blog serves as my journal to do just that, so be wary if it’s bad lol!

Intrests: Anything black love (but i do love a good swirl from time to time), jjk, one piece, heated rivalry, bridgerton, invincible, marvel.

My Work: OCs: Adora + Liam || JJK + Reader

[onyxiix]

onyxxx hi hi, you're so coollll and I love your theme!! you write really well, I love all your jjk fics you've written 🥰❤️

hiii anna!! stopp i literally was doing my nightly doom scroll and came across your account again and was like yea i need to add you to my nightly lineup so that means a lot 🥹🤎 and that’s all you ml your writing is amazing!!

[onyxiix]

wc: xk+ || rating: mature (masturbation + voyeurism) || paring: pervert!gojo / reader

a/n: Thank you to the naked man who unknowingly flashed my friend and I from his apartment window, this story would be nowhere without you - xo onyx ⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: Gojo has been on the hunt for a new apartment. Not only does his new unit come with an in-house washer and dryer, stainless steel appliances, and floor-to-ceiling windows, but also a sexy ass building neighbor who seems to have a thing for not closing her blinds.

Title: Through Your Window

Gojo couldn't help himself, white eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, moonlight spilling through his windows as his hand palmed his cock, it was aching, begging to be let out, begging for Gojo to grip it roughly at the base before rising to wipe precum off of his swollen pink tip, using it as a lubricant as he slid his hand up and down the length of his cock. 

He sighed into the empty darkness of his room. What a fucking freak, he thought to himself, gripping his dick at the mere sight of you half undressed in front of your window earlier today. 

It had been two months since he had moved in, and you were becoming all he could think of. At first, it was an honest mistake; he had been trying to gauge if it was still raining outside when he had caught a glimpse of your body out of the corner of his eye. 

You stood in what he had now figured out was your bedroom, towel wrapped tightly around your body, before letting it drop to the ground. Not proud of it, but man enough to admit it, his eyes had trailed your body with extraordinary speed before snapping out of it, spinning his body so fast from the window it had left a sharp pain in his neck for the next two hours. 

But then it had become a recurring thing; Gojo would be getting ready or simply styling his hair in front of his mirror, and there you were in the reflection, either in the skimpiest pieces of clothing or sometimes nothing at all. 

Gojo tried, he really did, to avert his eyes the first couple of times, but your body—God—was like a magnet, always pulling his gaze back to it or prying back open the eyes he had closed to give you privacy, and so he had started to give in. Watching the way your tits spilled over the top of your bra after a long day at work, begging for release as you peeled it off, nipples hardening at the kiss of the cool air. 

It was pathetic, really; he had started favoring specific sets he would catch glimpses of you in before you would strip down for your nightly shower. His current top two consisted of a lacy pastel purple pair and a butter-yellow pair, which he could tell was also your favorite, based on how often you wore it. 

Watching you through the window had become his favorite pastime. He admired the way the sets complemented your skin, hugging the swell of your ass and the curve of your perky tits. 

It took a flash of light to break Gojo out of his perverted thoughts, his hands coming to a halt, his mind already certain of who was to blame for the light now pooling into his room at two in the morning. 

His eyes drifted over to the mirror that sat in front of his bed. In all honesty, the location and the way it was angled, providing a perfect view of your bedroom, was just a coincidence at first, but he took no action to remove it after seeing how beneficial it had become for watching you from his bed. 

Gojo watched intently and inquisitively as you fiddled with the lamp on your nightstand, almost as if you were startled at how bright it had gotten before you dimmed it. His glacial eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the object you had pulled out of your nightstand drawer. 

There you were in the faint amber lighting, hiking your silk night slip to sit just below your belly button. Gojo had learned you didn't like to sleep with underwear a couple of nights ago, his eyes now making out the small object you held in your hand, a pink vibrator. 

He felt his dick growing hard at the sight, the blood rushing almost at lightning speed. Although he knew watching you the past two weeks was wrong, watching this felt like a bigger intrusion, and that turned him on even more. Gojo's gaze was heavy with want, wishing his tongue could take place of the vibrator instead. 

Your hands light and slow at first as you moved the vibrator up and down your clit, creating the familiar rhythm of trying to draw your orgasm out. A breathy moan escaped from Gojo as he gripped the base of his cock, freeing himself from the restrictive hold of his boxers. 

There had been many times when Gojo wished he could be a fly on the wall during random moments, but if there was a time that called for it more pressingly than others, he felt like it would be now. Wishing he could get a better view of your pussy glistening underneath the moonlight, hear your ragged gasps as you grinded against your vibrator, chasing that feeling of release. 

He watched as you snaked a hand up your chest, pinching and needing your nipple between your fingers, as he stroked himself, each pump trying to match the delicate way you circled the vibrator around your clit. Gojo's eyes felt heavy, his balls drawing tight as his hips would jerk up, practically fucking himself into his hands. 

He fought to keep his eyes open, watching the way you pleased yourself, taking notes in case he finally got the chance to meet you. Your legs were now trembling as he watched you try to keep them spread, your chest a beating frenzy, as you moved the vibrator against your clit, hands all jittery as your brain started to fog over, your climax near. 

Gojo watched your orgasm hit you like a rubber band snapping back into place after being pulled taut for so long, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came, legs unable to keep still around your shaky hand. 

His grip on his cock tight as he watched your body shiver, his hands twisting with each quick drag along his length. He hissed a strangled "Fuckkk," into the night as he came, hot ropes of cum covering his thighs and sheets in a sticky white mess. His body slightly tingly as he closed his eyes, head resting on his headboard, as he came down. 

Gojo had fucked up, falling asleep with his pants pooled at his knees, not even bothering to tuck himself away after the act. 

You had gotten up to go wash your hands and clean your vibrator in the process, but your eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the window, looking out across the street into your neighbor's apartment before settling on a mirror that was braced against the wall in front of a bed. 

Your cheeks heating as you made out a figure of a man, body indecent, and chest slowly rising before scrambling to pull your blinds closed. 

a/n: No funny shit, I felt like Joe from You writing this shit. Part two?? I have thoughts. 

[onyxiix]

wc: 2.7k+ || rating: mature (oral + penetrative sex) || paring: towtruckdriver!toji / reader

a/n: This was originally supposed to be a drabble, but a bitch don't know how to shut up. Me and a lil context/world building go together realll bad. We're also going to ignore how this idea was sitting in my drafts for a good 4 months before I even attempted to write ts. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy - xo onyx ⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: Who else can you call but your annoyingly good-looking neighbor, who also owns a tow truck company, when your car breaks down in the middle of the night?

Title: The Pickup

"Fuck," you found yourself muttering silently as your engine started to hiss, the car shaking you with it as you pulled over. You had found yourself in the same predicament for the second time this week, your car had broken down. This time, however, it was three a.m., and you found yourself forty minutes out from the closest gas station, and an hour out from your apartment complex. 

Usually, you would've called your local car shop. You had gotten on a name-to-name basis with the tow truck guy over how frequently your car would give up on you anytime you were required to use it. A deep sigh escaped your lips; the hours on their website confirmed your thoughts. It was well past working hours; you had missed them by six hours.

Scarlet was your baby; you had named her after purchasing her on your twenty-first birthday. Not long after, you had come to realize your dealer had fucked you over. It wasn't a normal day without your car giving you a new problem to deal with: your engine would overheat, your exhaust started to produce smoke, and the most scariest of them all, which you still hadn't recovered from, was your steering wheel locking up mid-trip. 

To be real, driving Scarlet was like owning your own personalized death trap; your friends often joked about praying each time they entered your car, which was quite utterly ridiculous considering they were far from religious as one could get. You cracked a smile thinking about it, pushing down the thought of slamming your head repeatedly on the steering wheel as you racked your brain for who would be willing to pick you up on a Thursday night—technically Friday morning—in the middle of nowhere. 

You had scrolled all the way to the t's before your thumb hovered over his name in your phone: Toji (Neighbor). Being honest, you couldn't even remember why you had specified his relationship to you in your contacts; it wasn't like you knew more than one Toji, and being even more real with yourself, it was quite impossible to forget what he looked like. 

It had now been over two weeks since you last saw him, and three weeks since you had yelled "fuck you," and slammed the door in his face. He had been so moody during the last month, bringing home a different girl each weekend, to which you only knew because his foreplay consisted of slamming them against the wall outside your apartment door, and shamelessly making out, the noises traveling into your apartment. 

You always were the non-confrontational type, so at first, you had slipped a note under his door, which he had ignored. Frustrated, you had stuck a sticky note to the wall outside, only to catch him crumpling it up mid-makeout session through your doorbell camera. At that, you had completely lost it, and had filed a complaint with your landlord. 

The next day, during your mid-day nap, you were startled awake by repeated banging at your door. You knew it was him as you checked your doorbell camera, pacing back and forth before finally deciding to open it. "A noise complaint seriously?" His voice echoed off the linoleum-floored hallway, tinged with irritation. 

As avoidant as you were, soft spoken you were not. Toji was not about to flip this on you, or act like you escalated the situation right away, "I asked you two times to keep it down, you didn't, so I filed a complaint." 

Toji scoffed, eyes narrowing, "Bullshit, you didn't ask me, I would've remembered." To this, your eyes almost bulged out of your head. There was no way he was trying to pass this off as not seeing your notes; you were now regretting leaving your phone in your bedroom, otherwise you would've played him the doorbell footage of him crumpling the paper up before tossing it on your doormat. 

"I did ask you," your annoyance building as the conversation stretched on, "and note or not, did you honestly think no one could hear you dry humping different women in the hallway, it's inconsiderate as fuck," you now fumed. 

At that, Toji had actually burst out laughing, as if keeping you up for the past month was a joking matter. He hadn't even come to apologize; instead, it seemed like he had just wanted to pick a fight. You geared up to close the door, your face heating up at being laughed at. "You know what fuck you, I hope the three-second fuck session was worth the one hundred dollar fine.

Toji laughed again, utterly amused at how angry you had gotten; unbeknownst to you, he had been eyeing how low your shorts sat on your waist, exposing your plush skin, and the way the left strap of your silk camisole pajama top had now fallen off your shoulder, exposing your cleavage as you fumed at him. When he had heard you mention his past hookups, he couldn't help but answer back, his tongue getting the best of him.

"Three seconds? Wouldn't you like to know?" He thought it would've broken the ice, but instead was met with a door slammed in his face. 

You released a groan as the memory washed over you. Toji was your only choice, he had mentioned in passing, owning a 24/7 tow-truck company downtown. 

With a sigh, you hit the call button, surprised he picked up at the first ring.

"Hello?" Toji had answered, his voice scruffy as if he had just woken from a nap.

"Hi, it's y/n your neighbor… You had given me your number a while back-"

"I know who you are. What's up?" his voice was curt, cutting you off.

"I know you probably don't want to hear from me, but I don't know who else to call, and I remembered you talking about owning a tow truck company-"

"Spit it out, doll," Toji had cut you off again, his voice now a mixture of amusement and impatience.

"My car broke down like an hour from the apartment. Could you pick me up?" You spat out, your mouth moving faster than your brain as you tried to push down the embarrassment of asking a favor from the guy you had cussed out no more than three weeks ago.

"This gonna cost ya, text me your location." 

Toji arrived an hour later, parking his tow truck behind your car. You stepped out to greet him, slightly on edge and embarrassed, confused about how to approach the awkwardness between you. Toji, on the other hand, seemed to pay it no mind. He assessed your car, tracking the issues onto his tablet before ringing up your total, and that's when it hit you: you had left your wallet at home. 

You tried to apologize profusely, explaining that you had been out with your friends earlier that night, and you, who didn't see the need to weigh down your pockets with a wallet, had left it at home after they promised to treat you to drinks and dinner. You tried to scan Toji's face, but you could tell you were working on his last nerve of the night, especially after making him travel all the way out here. 

"I promise I can pay you back when we get hom—" 

"I got another way you could pay." Toji cut you off his face, lacking indifference to your dilemma, as he motioned his head to the backseat of your car. 

Your hands made quick work of Toji's zipper, his eyes hooded as he tracked your movements. Truth be told, he had been imagining what you would look like kneeling in front of him for the past two weeks. He had wondered if you were the type to slobber all over his cock, moaning his name as you begged for more. This felt like his prayers had been answered. 

Your knees prickled as you adjusted yourself, the polyester fiber of your car mat irritating your skin as you palmed Toji's cock, mesmerized by his length. You gathered some spit in your mouth, watching as it dripped out onto his flushed tip and down his shaft before stretching your lips around him. 

Toji's hands had found their way to the top of your head, as you hollowed out your cheeks, head bobbing as you tried to stuff as much of him into your mouth, your hands working hard to not ignore the rest of his length. "That's it," Toji groaned out, raising his hips up to slowly fuck your face. 

You felt your eyes water as he pushed deeper, holding your head in place, the dark wisps of his happy trail tickling your nose as you gagged around his cock, drool dribbling down your chin. "Fuck'n nasty, look at you taking my cock," Toji rasped out before bringing his hips back down just to slam them back up again, all his composure lost as he watched you gag around his cock. 

"Been waiting f'me—, hah, to cum down this throat huh?" he huffs. "Pussy all wet listening to me outside your door, huh, wishing it was your turn," Toji smirks, his cock twitching in your throat, your mouth eager to swallow up all he was willing to give to you. 

Your panties had been long soaked, it was true; the night before you filed the noise complaint, you had found your hands dipping lower as you thought about what it would be like to be pinned against a wall by Toji before snapping out of it. You moaned against his cock in agreement, earning a long "Fuckkk" to erupt from his throat, hips jerking as his cock spilled thick, hot ropes of cum down your throat. 

"Open," Toji managed to spit out, brain still foggy as he came down from his high, you pulled off of his cock with a wet pop, your lips shiny, face streaked with tears, looking all fucked out. You lifted your head, locking eyes with Toji before stretching out your tongue, giving him proof that you had swallowed every last drop. 

Toji felt himself growing hard again just at the sight of you all, cockdrunk and obedient as he wrapped his hands around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together as he lifted you up, connecting his lips with yours, eager to taste the aftermath of his most recent loss of control on your tongue. 

Your lips weaving together quickly out of fear that if you were to pull away, the other would disappear into thin air. You moaned into Toji's mouth, now grinding yourself on top of his slick, hardening cock, the friction doing wonders to your clit, your panties now even more soaked from a mixture of your arousal, saliva, and Toji's cum.

Toji nips at your bottom lip before reaching his hand between the two of you, applying a thumb to your clit, rubbing in circular motions. "Mhmm—don't tease," you whined out, stomach coiling in anticipation of finally being on the receiving end of having Toji fuck your brains out. Maybe you had been jealous of those other girls you thought, as your nipples hardened against Toji's chest 

"But look at her dripping through your panties f'me, can't give her some lovin'? Toji's voice husky as he spoke, talking to your pussy as if it were an entity of its own before moving the black lace to the side, sliding a finger through your folds. "Fuck, she's so wet. Do you know how long I've been thinking about this ?" he voiced, tone lacking an ounce of shame.

"Course you were," you responded cockily, not ready to show your hand yet. Admitting that you had thought about this moment as well would've boosted Toji's ego to a point he could never come down from. He slipped a finger inside, exploring your spongy walls like he had done this before and knew his way around. 

You used the moonlight seeping through your window to watch Toji reapply pressure to your clit with his thumb, eyes glossy as your hips grinded down, chasing the high you knew was close. You didn't waste a second to nuzzle your face into Toji's neck the minute he released control of your lips, babbling a spew of incomprehensible words into his ear, cunt leaving a mess on his hand. Toji didn't mind; he watched as you writhed, your abdomen feeling as if a set of mini shockwaves had gone off as you rode out your high. 

"Think she's ready for me now," Toji chuckled, his eyes switching over to that devilish glint he tended to acquire when he fixated on something. You lifted your head from Toji's neck, ignoring the slight disorientation you felt after cumming so hard. He watched as you lifted yourself, hand eagerly searching for cock, swiping the mushroom tip against your opening to get a reaction out of him. It was now his turn to beg you not to be a tease. 

You settled yourself down on his length with a hiss, his thick cock splitting you open as you tried to sink down further. "There you go, no need to rush, doll, we've got all night," Toji gritted through clenched teeth, trying to hold back as much as he could, allowing you to adjust yourself around his width. It felt almost like a second heartbeat; his cock throbbing inside you, so eager to plaster your spongy walls with his cum. 

Only when you felt fully relaxed did you start to move, one hand braced against Toji's broad shoulders, the other gripping the head restraint of your long forgotten, broken down car. "Oh fuck," you cried out with each bounce. Toji's knuckles white as he gripped your waists, lifting his hips to meet you midway. "You're so fuckin' big," you felt yourself whine, spit pooling beneath your tongue as your mouth hung open. 

You watched as Toji pried a hand from your waist, reaching up to fondle your tits before latching his mouth around your nipple, his tongue hot and slick, shamelessly sucking, nipping, and hollowing his cheeks like his life depended on it. The stimulation was getting to be too much. Toji's thrusts were quickening, hitting at your favorite spot, "Toji—fuck—right there," you moaned, skin now damp with sweat as you bit down on his neck. 

“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of this?” Toji groaned against the top of your head, raising a hand to bring his lips back to yours. He had started to miss the faint taste of guava and tequila that sat on your lips, evidence of why you had ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere at such a late hour.

You became a moaning mess each time Toji would lift your hips, slamming you back down onto his cock, thrusting his thick, bulbous head against your cervix, feeling each vein of his cock dragging against your gummy walls. “Fuckkk—having you spread out all on my cock, this feels better than I imagined,” Toji panted as you moaned in agreement, your climaxes creeping up at the same time. 

“Look at her… taking every inch, all sloppy for me,” his voice raspy as he watched your puffy lips greedily swallowing him up, he could feel your walls starting to twitch around his cock, your sopping cunt pulsating around him as you moaned his name. "Fuck—Toji, oh God, don't stop," you begged over and over again as you came, your climax hitting you hard.

Toji's thrusts had gotten sloppier, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, as you rode him. "Oh fuck, just like that," he gritted out before spilling thick white ropes of cum into your cunt, the fluid hot, as it painted your insides. You watched the thick white ring form around the base of his cock as you grinded yourself against him some more, trying to keep as much of his cum inside you. 

"What do I owe you?" you purred, all blissed and fucked out, you asked Toji in between kisses, watching as he pretended to think before replying, "You can consider your bill paid in full," he teased before attaching his lips back to yours. 

a/n: I love how I ended this with her still an hr away from home with a broken ass car, men ain't shit. 

[onyxiix]

wc: 1.1k+ || rating: mature (masturbation + voyeurism) || paring: pervert!gojo / reader

a/n: Thank you to the naked man who unknowingly flashed my friend and I from his apartment window, this story would be nowhere without you - xo onyx ⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: Gojo has been on the hunt for a new apartment. Not only does his new unit come with an in-house washer and dryer, stainless steel appliances, and floor-to-ceiling windows, but also a sexy ass building neighbor who seems to have a thing for not closing her blinds.

Title: Through Your Window

Gojo couldn't help himself, white eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, moonlight spilling through his windows as his hand palmed his cock, it was aching, begging to be let out, begging for Gojo to grip it roughly at the base before rising to wipe precum off of his swollen pink tip, using it as a lubricant as he slid his hand up and down the length of his cock. 

He sighed into the empty darkness of his room. What a fucking freak, he thought to himself, gripping his dick at the mere sight of you half undressed in front of your window earlier today. 

It had been two months since he had moved in, and you were becoming all he could think of. At first, it was an honest mistake; he had been trying to gauge if it was still raining outside when he had caught a glimpse of your body out of the corner of his eye. 

You stood in what he had now figured out was your bedroom, towel wrapped tightly around your body, before letting it drop to the ground. Not proud of it, but man enough to admit it, his eyes had trailed your body with extraordinary speed before snapping out of it, spinning his body so fast from the window it had left a sharp pain in his neck for the next two hours. 

But then it had become a recurring thing; Gojo would be getting ready or simply styling his hair in front of his mirror, and there you were in the reflection, either in the skimpiest pieces of clothing or sometimes nothing at all. 

Gojo tried, he really did, to avert his eyes the first couple of times, but your body—God—was like a magnet, always pulling his gaze back to it or prying back open the eyes he had closed to give you privacy, and so he had started to give in. Watching the way your tits spilled over the top of your bra after a long day at work, begging for release as you peeled it off, nipples hardening at the kiss of the cool air. 

It was pathetic, really; he had started favoring specific sets he would catch glimpses of you in before you would strip down for your nightly shower. His current top two consisted of a lacy pastel purple pair and a butter-yellow pair, which he could tell was also your favorite, based on how often you wore it. 

Watching you through the window had become his favorite pastime. He admired the way the sets complemented your skin, hugging the swell of your ass and the curve of your perky tits. 

It took a flash of light to break Gojo out of his perverted thoughts, his hands coming to a halt, his mind already certain of who was to blame for the light now pooling into his room at two in the morning. 

His eyes drifted over to the mirror that sat in front of his bed. In all honesty, the location and the way it was angled, providing a perfect view of your bedroom, was just a coincidence at first, but he took no action to remove it after seeing how beneficial it had become for watching you from his bed. 

Gojo watched intently and inquisitively as you fiddled with the lamp on your nightstand, almost as if you were startled at how bright it had gotten before you dimmed it. His glacial eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the object you had pulled out of your nightstand drawer. 

There you were in the faint amber lighting, hiking your silk night slip to sit just below your belly button. Gojo had learned you didn't like to sleep with underwear a couple of nights ago, his eyes now making out the small object you held in your hand, a pink vibrator. 

He felt his dick growing hard at the sight, the blood rushing almost at lightning speed. Although he knew watching you the past two weeks was wrong, watching this felt like a bigger intrusion, and that turned him on even more. Gojo's gaze was heavy with want, wishing his tongue could take place of the vibrator instead. 

Your hands light and slow at first as you moved the vibrator up and down your clit, creating the familiar rhythm of trying to draw your orgasm out. A breathy moan escaped from Gojo as he gripped the base of his cock, freeing himself from the restrictive hold of his boxers. 

There had been many times when Gojo wished he could be a fly on the wall during random moments, but if there was a time that called for it more pressingly than others, he felt like it would be now. Wishing he could get a better view of your pussy glistening underneath the moonlight, hear your ragged gasps as you grinded against your vibrator, chasing that feeling of release. 

He watched as you snaked a hand up your chest, pinching and needing your nipple between your fingers, as he stroked himself, each pump trying to match the delicate way you circled the vibrator around your clit. Gojo's eyes felt heavy, his balls drawing tight as his hips would jerk up, practically fucking himself into his hands. 

He fought to keep his eyes open, watching the way you pleased yourself, taking notes in case he finally got the chance to meet you. Your legs were now trembling as he watched you try to keep them spread, your chest a beating frenzy, as you moved the vibrator against your clit, hands all jittery as your brain started to fog over, your climax near. 

Gojo watched your orgasm hit you like a rubber band snapping back into place after being pulled taut for so long, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came, legs unable to keep still around your shaky hand. 

His grip on his cock tight as he watched your body shiver, his hands twisting with each quick drag along his length. He hissed a strangled "Fuckkk," into the night as he came, hot ropes of cum covering his thighs and sheets in a sticky white mess. His body slightly tingly as he closed his eyes, head resting on his headboard, as he came down. 

Gojo had fucked up, falling asleep with his pants pooled at his knees, not even bothering to tuck himself away after the act. 

You had gotten up to go wash your hands and clean your vibrator in the process, but your eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the window, looking out across the street into your neighbor's apartment before settling on a mirror that was braced against the wall in front of a bed. 

Your cheeks heating as you made out a figure of a man, body indecent, and chest slowly rising before scrambling to pull your blinds closed. 

a/n: No funny shit, I felt like Joe from You writing this shit. Part two?? I have thoughts. 

[onyxiix]

wc: 2.7k+ || rating: mature (oral + penetrative sex) || paring: towtruckdriver!toji / reader

a/n: This was originally supposed to be a drabble, but a bitch don't know how to shut up. Me and a lil context/world building go together realll bad. We're also going to ignore how this idea was sitting in my drafts for a good 4 months before I even attempted to write ts. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy - xo onyx ⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: Who else can you call but your annoyingly good-looking neighbor, who also owns a tow truck company, when your car breaks down in the middle of the night?

Title: The Pickup

"Fuck," you found yourself muttering silently as your engine started to hiss, the car shaking you with it as you pulled over. You had found yourself in the same predicament for the second time this week, your car had broken down. This time, however, it was three a.m., and you found yourself forty minutes out from the closest gas station, and an hour out from your apartment complex. 

Usually, you would've called your local car shop. You had gotten on a name-to-name basis with the tow truck guy over how frequently your car would give up on you anytime you were required to use it. A deep sigh escaped your lips; the hours on their website confirmed your thoughts. It was well past working hours; you had missed them by six hours.

Scarlet was your baby; you had named her after purchasing her on your twenty-first birthday. Not long after, you had come to realize your dealer had fucked you over. It wasn't a normal day without your car giving you a new problem to deal with: your engine would overheat, your exhaust started to produce smoke, and the most scariest of them all, which you still hadn't recovered from, was your steering wheel locking up mid-trip. 

To be real, driving Scarlet was like owning your own personalized death trap; your friends often joked about praying each time they entered your car, which was quite utterly ridiculous considering they were far from religious as one could get. You cracked a smile thinking about it, pushing down the thought of slamming your head repeatedly on the steering wheel as you racked your brain for who would be willing to pick you up on a Thursday night—technically Friday morning—in the middle of nowhere. 

You had scrolled all the way to the t's before your thumb hovered over his name in your phone: Toji (Neighbor). Being honest, you couldn't even remember why you had specified his relationship to you in your contacts; it wasn't like you knew more than one Toji, and being even more real with yourself, it was quite impossible to forget what he looked like. 

It had now been over two weeks since you last saw him, and three weeks since you had yelled "fuck you," and slammed the door in his face. He had been so moody during the last month, bringing home a different girl each weekend, to which you only knew because his foreplay consisted of slamming them against the wall outside your apartment door, and shamelessly making out, the noises traveling into your apartment. 

You always were the non-confrontational type, so at first, you had slipped a note under his door, which he had ignored. Frustrated, you had stuck a sticky note to the wall outside, only to catch him crumpling it up mid-makeout session through your doorbell camera. At that, you had completely lost it, and had filed a complaint with your landlord. 

The next day, during your mid-day nap, you were startled awake by repeated banging at your door. You knew it was him as you checked your doorbell camera, pacing back and forth before finally deciding to open it. "A noise complaint seriously?" His voice echoed off the linoleum-floored hallway, tinged with irritation. 

As avoidant as you were, soft spoken you were not. Toji was not about to flip this on you, or act like you escalated the situation right away, "I asked you two times to keep it down, you didn't, so I filed a complaint." 

Toji scoffed, eyes narrowing, "Bullshit, you didn't ask me, I would've remembered." To this, your eyes almost bulged out of your head. There was no way he was trying to pass this off as not seeing your notes; you were now regretting leaving your phone in your bedroom, otherwise you would've played him the doorbell footage of him crumpling the paper up before tossing it on your doormat. 

"I did ask you," your annoyance building as the conversation stretched on, "and note or not, did you honestly think no one could hear you dry humping different women in the hallway, it's inconsiderate as fuck," you now fumed. 

At that, Toji had actually burst out laughing, as if keeping you up for the past month was a joking matter. He hadn't even come to apologize; instead, it seemed like he had just wanted to pick a fight. You geared up to close the door, your face heating up at being laughed at. "You know what fuck you, I hope the three-second fuck session was worth the one hundred dollar fine.

Toji laughed again, utterly amused at how angry you had gotten; unbeknownst to you, he had been eyeing how low your shorts sat on your waist, exposing your plush skin, and the way the left strap of your silk camisole pajama top had now fallen off your shoulder, exposing your cleavage as you fumed at him. When he had heard you mention his past hookups, he couldn't help but answer back, his tongue getting the best of him.

"Three seconds? Wouldn't you like to know?" He thought it would've broken the ice, but instead was met with a door slammed in his face. 

You released a groan as the memory washed over you. Toji was your only choice, he had mentioned in passing, owning a 24/7 tow-truck company downtown. 

With a sigh, you hit the call button, surprised he picked up at the first ring.

"Hello?" Toji had answered, his voice scruffy as if he had just woken from a nap.

"Hi, it's y/n your neighbor… You had given me your number a while back-"

"I know who you are. What's up?" his voice was curt, cutting you off.

"I know you probably don't want to hear from me, but I don't know who else to call, and I remembered you talking about owning a tow truck company-"

"Spit it out, doll," Toji had cut you off again, his voice now a mixture of amusement and impatience.

"My car broke down like an hour from the apartment. Could you pick me up?" You spat out, your mouth moving faster than your brain as you tried to push down the embarrassment of asking a favor from the guy you had cussed out no more than three weeks ago.

"This gonna cost ya, text me your location." 

Toji arrived an hour later, parking his tow truck behind your car. You stepped out to greet him, slightly on edge and embarrassed, confused about how to approach the awkwardness between you. Toji, on the other hand, seemed to pay it no mind. He assessed your car, tracking the issues onto his tablet before ringing up your total, and that's when it hit you: you had left your wallet at home. 

You tried to apologize profusely, explaining that you had been out with your friends earlier that night, and you, who didn't see the need to weigh down your pockets with a wallet, had left it at home after they promised to treat you to drinks and dinner. You tried to scan Toji's face, but you could tell you were working on his last nerve of the night, especially after making him travel all the way out here. 

"I promise I can pay you back when we get hom—" 

"I got another way you could pay." Toji cut you off his face, lacking indifference to your dilemma, as he motioned his head to the backseat of your car. 

Your hands made quick work of Toji's zipper, his eyes hooded as he tracked your movements. Truth be told, he had been imagining what you would look like kneeling in front of him for the past two weeks. He had wondered if you were the type to slobber all over his cock, moaning his name as you begged for more. This felt like his prayers had been answered. 

Your knees prickled as you adjusted yourself, the polyester fiber of your car mat irritating your skin as you palmed Toji's cock, mesmerized by his length. You gathered some spit in your mouth, watching as it dripped out onto his flushed tip and down his shaft before stretching your lips around him. 

Toji's hands had found their way to the top of your head, as you hollowed out your cheeks, head bobbing as you tried to stuff as much of him into your mouth, your hands working hard to not ignore the rest of his length. "That's it," Toji groaned out, raising his hips up to slowly fuck your face. 

You felt your eyes water as he pushed deeper, holding your head in place, the dark wisps of his happy trail tickling your nose as you gagged around his cock, drool dribbling down your chin. "Fuck'n nasty, look at you taking my cock," Toji rasped out before bringing his hips back down just to slam them back up again, all his composure lost as he watched you gag around his cock. 

"Been waiting f'me—, hah, to cum down this throat huh?" he huffs. "Pussy all wet listening to me outside your door, huh, wishing it was your turn," Toji smirks, his cock twitching in your throat, your mouth eager to swallow up all he was willing to give to you. 

Your panties had been long soaked, it was true; the night before you filed the noise complaint, you had found your hands dipping lower as you thought about what it would be like to be pinned against a wall by Toji before snapping out of it. You moaned against his cock in agreement, earning a long "Fuckkk" to erupt from his throat, hips jerking as his cock spilled thick, hot ropes of cum down your throat. 

"Open," Toji managed to spit out, brain still foggy as he came down from his high, you pulled off of his cock with a wet pop, your lips shiny, face streaked with tears, looking all fucked out. You lifted your head, locking eyes with Toji before stretching out your tongue, giving him proof that you had swallowed every last drop. 

Toji felt himself growing hard again just at the sight of you all, cockdrunk and obedient as he wrapped his hands around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together as he lifted you up, connecting his lips with yours, eager to taste the aftermath of his most recent loss of control on your tongue. 

Your lips weaving together quickly out of fear that if you were to pull away, the other would disappear into thin air. You moaned into Toji's mouth, now grinding yourself on top of his slick, hardening cock, the friction doing wonders to your clit, your panties now even more soaked from a mixture of your arousal, saliva, and Toji's cum.

Toji nips at your bottom lip before reaching his hand between the two of you, applying a thumb to your clit, rubbing in circular motions. "Mhmm—don't tease," you whined out, stomach coiling in anticipation of finally being on the receiving end of having Toji fuck your brains out. Maybe you had been jealous of those other girls you thought, as your nipples hardened against Toji's chest 

"But look at her dripping through your panties f'me, can't give her some lovin'? Toji's voice husky as he spoke, talking to your pussy as if it were an entity of its own before moving the black lace to the side, sliding a finger through your folds. "Fuck, she's so wet. Do you know how long I've been thinking about this ?" he voiced, tone lacking an ounce of shame.

"Course you were," you responded cockily, not ready to show your hand yet. Admitting that you had thought about this moment as well would've boosted Toji's ego to a point he could never come down from. He slipped a finger inside, exploring your spongy walls like he had done this before and knew his way around. 

You used the moonlight seeping through your window to watch Toji reapply pressure to your clit with his thumb, eyes glossy as your hips grinded down, chasing the high you knew was close. You didn't waste a second to nuzzle your face into Toji's neck the minute he released control of your lips, babbling a spew of incomprehensible words into his ear, cunt leaving a mess on his hand. Toji didn't mind; he watched as you writhed, your abdomen feeling as if a set of mini shockwaves had gone off as you rode out your high. 

"Think she's ready for me now," Toji chuckled, his eyes switching over to that devilish glint he tended to acquire when he fixated on something. You lifted your head from Toji's neck, ignoring the slight disorientation you felt after cumming so hard. He watched as you lifted yourself, hand eagerly searching for cock, swiping the mushroom tip against your opening to get a reaction out of him. It was now his turn to beg you not to be a tease. 

You settled yourself down on his length with a hiss, his thick cock splitting you open as you tried to sink down further. "There you go, no need to rush, doll, we've got all night," Toji gritted through clenched teeth, trying to hold back as much as he could, allowing you to adjust yourself around his width. It felt almost like a second heartbeat; his cock throbbing inside you, so eager to plaster your spongy walls with his cum. 

Only when you felt fully relaxed did you start to move, one hand braced against Toji's broad shoulders, the other gripping the head restraint of your long forgotten, broken down car. "Oh fuck," you cried out with each bounce. Toji's knuckles white as he gripped your waists, lifting his hips to meet you midway. "You're so fuckin' big," you felt yourself whine, spit pooling beneath your tongue as your mouth hung open. 

You watched as Toji pried a hand from your waist, reaching up to fondle your tits before latching his mouth around your nipple, his tongue hot and slick, shamelessly sucking, nipping, and hollowing his cheeks like his life depended on it. The stimulation was getting to be too much. Toji's thrusts were quickening, hitting at your favorite spot, "Toji—fuck—right there," you moaned, skin now damp with sweat as you bit down on his neck. 

“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of this?” Toji groaned against the top of your head, raising a hand to bring his lips back to yours. He had started to miss the faint taste of guava and tequila that sat on your lips, evidence of why you had ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere at such a late hour.

You became a moaning mess each time Toji would lift your hips, slamming you back down onto his cock, thrusting his thick, bulbous head against your cervix, feeling each vein of his cock dragging against your gummy walls. “Fuckkk—having you spread out all on my cock, this feels better than I imagined,” Toji panted as you moaned in agreement, your climaxes creeping up at the same time. 

“Look at her… taking every inch, all sloppy for me,” his voice raspy as he watched your puffy lips greedily swallowing him up, he could feel your walls starting to twitch around his cock, your sopping cunt pulsating around him as you moaned his name. "Fuck—Toji, oh God, don't stop," you begged over and over again as you came, your climax hitting you hard.

Toji's thrusts had gotten sloppier, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, as you rode him. "Oh fuck, just like that," he gritted out before spilling thick white ropes of cum into your cunt, the fluid hot, as it painted your insides. You watched the thick white ring form around the base of his cock as you grinded yourself against him some more, trying to keep as much of his cum inside you. 

"What do I owe you?" you purred, all blissed and fucked out, you asked Toji in between kisses, watching as he pretended to think before replying, "You can consider your bill paid in full," he teased before attaching his lips back to yours. 

a/n: I love how I ended this with her still an hr away from home with a broken ass car, men ain't shit. 

[moonlightengel]

Haven't posted in months, but here's the mechanic Toji I spent forever on.

I don't typically post on tumblr so if you'd like to see updates and more drawings, follow my TikTok _moonlightengel_

[onyxiix]

wc: 2k+ || rating: mature (oral + penetrative sex) || paring: fem!reader / nanami

a/n: Wrote this in Feb, high off of anitok nerdjo+fratjo content. This would've been scrapped without it lmfaoo!! I apologize for any mistakes; most of my writing happens at night when I’m delirious and half asleep! Not my best work, but I hope you enjoy - xo onyx ⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: After having the time of your life on your first vacation 4 years ago, you and Nanami attempt to plan a new trip.

Title: Morning Desires

Your alarm beeps as you peel off your eye mask. Your hand pats around on your nightstand, inefficiently searching for your phone.

You lift it, the bright screen blinding you as you stop the alarm. Friday, thank God, you think to yourself, releasing a deep sigh. Rolling your head to your left, you watch the rise and fall of his chest, the lack of tension between his brows, which he loved to scrunch together so much. Nanami was still asleep beside you. You were thankful he hadn't woken to the shrilling sound of your seven-thirty A.M. alarm.

Cupping his jaw with your palm, you leave a light kiss on his forehead before getting up.

You guys had spent months planning the perfect vacation—you hunting down the perfect villa, and Nanami meticulously creating an itinerary that would put local tour guides out of business.

Together, you settled on Malaysia. It was going to be a week of sightseeing, trying local cuisine, and of course, lots of amazing sex.

You had requested vacation time two months ago, but when the monthly schedule dropped last week, and you saw you had been declined, your stomach began to tighten. First, out of annoyance at your boss, who you felt had a vendetta against you, and then at the thought of having to break the news to Nanami. He was so excited, sending you links to places he wanted you guys to visit and double-checking to make sure you were all right with each activity.

You had been so surprised when he asked you to accompany him to the mall; normally, it was always the other way around. With you promising to stop at his favorite bakery on the way back if he tagged along. While he never complained, as you shopped, always quietly carrying your bags and providing his opinion when you couldn't decide on a specific item, you could tell it wasn't his favorite thing to do.

This time, it was different; he was dragging you into stores, asking for your opinion on outfits, searching for clothes that would match some of the outfits you had started packing for the trip.

That day, when Nanami picked you up from work, you had tried to remove any semblance of disappointment from your face. If you didn't seem sad about it, you could convince him to still go without you. You knew how much he needed this break.

He had gotten angry on your behalf, cursing your boss in the process. "I won't go if you can't be there; we planned this trip together."

You had spent the rest of the car ride convincing him to go, reminding him of how high the cancellation fee would be if you both decided not to go. "Just bring me back lots of souvenirs," you joked, trying to lighten the situation.

Now, as you brushed your teeth in front of the mirror, you couldn't help but assess how tired you looked, and God did you feel it. The area under your eyes dark from your lack of sleep. You spat into the sink, rinsing your mouth out before washing your face.

You had wanted this trip so bad, actually, no, you needed it. You made a mental note to ignore your boss today because you knew that if you happened to come within two feet of her and a stapler, you might just end up chucking it at her head.

Lately, she has been giving you such a hard time ever since Nanami had started dropping you off at work. Up until now, you had never really formed your own opinion of her; she was always tucked away in her office, only ever leaving to go home. But then you started to notice how she would linger in the cubicle space, sharply at nine A.M., almost as if she was timing when you clocked in, sneering as Nanami walked you to your desk before heading up to his department.

At first, you tried to pay it no mind, you've been called out one too many times for your resting bitch face, who were you to judge if that was hers?

When you and Nanami had moved in together, he would wait for you by the elevators to drive home together. You could still picture the twitch in your boss's jaw the moment she spotted him as you both stepped out of the elevator. Then it started: she would always find some outlandish task to assign you thirty minutes before clocking out, despite knowing Nanami waited for you in the lobby.

You were starting to feel like you were drowning in work. You had even started to bring your work laptop home, sneaking off the moment Nanami's head hit the pillow; you had started to complain to him about your boss acting weird, but you knew he would completely flip if he knew your boss had now passed weird territory. She had become an absolute pain in the ass.

Your nipples became hard as you slipped out of your pajamas, the cold bathroom air wrapping you in a frigid hug. Lifting onto your toes, you walk to the shower, trying to maintain as little contact with the floor as possible, the tile icy with each step.

The door clicked open as you stepped under the shower head, reaching for your washcloth. You felt Nanami's eyes trailing the length of your body before he even opened his mouth.

"Good Morning," his voice gruff from sleep.

You turned, plastering on a small smile, "Morning, ready for Malaysia?" You tried to keep your tone leveled but cheery; one wrong move, and Nanami would definitely call off his trip. He wasn't set to leave for the airport for another three hours, but you would be long gone at work by then, drowning in some new task your boss would find to assign today.

His mouth had now formed a thin line in response to your question. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to speak. Instead, Nanami started to undress, pants, then boxers, before joining you in the shower. His arms finding your waist before leaning into your ears. "I'm not going."

At that, you did a complete one-eighty, turning your body, bringing your eyes to his.

"What?" You said in complete shock, "What do you mean you're not going? Nanami, we spent a thousand dollars on the flight alone."

"Exactly, we spent a thousand dollars. It's not right for me to go by myself; you worked hard for this trip too."

Your brows crinkled together, you narrowed your eyes at him, still trying to process why he would let thousands of dollars go down the drain.

"Nanami, it's not just about the plane ticket. " What about the villa and excursions we booked?" you scoffed in disbelief. "This is real money we're talking about." You're letting it go down the drain when you still have the chance to go."

He cups your face in his right hand, his thumb massaging the space between your brows where they were now furrowed. "Did I ever tell you how pretty you look even when you're angry?" Nanami said, the corner of his lips tugging upwards, his voice low and velvety despite yours raising an octave earlier as you expressed your concerns. "I called the bank, and they were able to dispute the charges."

You sighed, your shoulders feeling ten pounds lighter as you leaned into his chest. "But you were so excited to go," you murmured.

"As were you, Malaysia isn't going anywhere. We could always visit it next year."

You rose to your toes, the water still hitting your lower back as you brought your forehead to his. Nanami's breath was warm on your lips, his hands planted on each side of your face before he leaned in, attaching his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, a reminder of how much he truly cared about you. You brought your hand to his nape, running your hands through his hair, which was now flattening due to the humidity.

It was gestures like these that reminded you that you had chosen the right person. You had started to feel that prickling sensation in your abdomen as Nanami deepened the kiss, trailing his hands down your body to now cup your ass. Each squeeze resulting in an eruption of moans, each louder than the previous one.

Your eyes fluttered open, watching as Nanami reluctantly pulled his lips off yours.

You watched as Nanami sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he moved his hand to lift your right leg, draping it over his shoulder.

Your palms sought for balance, one landing at the top of his head, lightly gripping a handful of hair, and the other flat against the tile wall, as if it would help you ground yourself.

Nanami's breath was hot against your cunt, as he waited for you to get comfortable. Your quick nod was all it took for him to begin.

You tried to keep your eyes on him as he made quick work of your cunt, your eyes heavy as you watched him alternate between licking and sucking on your clit.

You didn't stand a chance. Nanami had perfected his technique over the years. His tongue lapping at your juices as you quivered above him.

The tight coil in your stomach unfurling as he fucked you with his tongue. His nose so close to your skin that one would have great difficulty telling where his body begins and where yours ends.

You screwed your eyes shut, the feeling overwhelming, as you pulsed around his tongue.

"Open your eyes for me, baby," Nanami watched as you blinked rapidly, re-adjusting your eyes to the light as you came on his tongue.

Your body hot to the touch, as if you had spent the last five minutes standing in front of an open fire, you watched as Nanami came up for air. His chin glistening, with the most cockiest smile etched on, content with getting you off so quickly.

He stood tall in front of you, one hand cupping your jaw, as the other stroked his length, his cock hard, eager to be inside you.

You slid your arms around his neck as he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He braced your back against the wall, simultaneously creating a cage with his body to keep you upright and in place.

You nipped at Nanami's neck as he sank his cock in you.

"F—Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Nanami whispered into your ear as he settled into a rhythmic pace.

The running water had long been forgotten; the steam had now created a blanket of warmth around your bodies.

The sounds of your moans and Nanami's grunts as he pumped into you had been echoing off the walls.

Everything was becoming all too overwhelming: the pace, the way he stretched you out, hitting that spot he knew would take you over the edge. You were close, your hips bucking as Nanami pumped into you faster.

You couldn't help but cry out his name as you continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Nanami panted into your neck, mumbling nonsensical praises into your ear.

His orgasm was nearing, and you knew it, his hold on your body becoming lighter, he movement rapid, forgetting the rhythm he had started with.

You clenched around his length as he emptied himself inside you.

"I'm glad you didn't go, I would've missed you," you whispered softly into his ear, as he came down from his high.

Nanami's voice was breathless, "I know."

[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

i’m such a greedy fucking bisexual

[yuutaguro]

just as sweet as the day you were brought home 🐅 happy bday yuji 💛

[ndsoda]

my favorite lawyer ⚖️

[thatsallitchief]

The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe

[sweettnemesis]

I want to suck the soul out of this tired man

[onyxiix]

wc: 3.5k+ || rating: mature (oral + penetrative sex) || paring: bw/wm

a/n: this plot literally came to me during a lucid dream lmfaoo. I honestly had so much fun writing it despite it taking me 6 days. Also, this is technically my first time writing smut, so I apologize if it’s horrible lmfaooo. I know some people don't like male character descriptions because everyone's taste is different, but I imagined Liam as a mix between David Cornsweat and a young Chad Michael Murray. Hope you enjoy - xo onyx ⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: After weeks of barely seeing each other, a late night argument turns into heated makeup session.

Title: After Work

Darkness had settled over the city as Adora startled awake to the sound of honking. As much as she loved New York City, she often longed for the quietness that came with living in a small town. With slow blinks, she adjusted her eyes to the dark. She had been binging Keeping Up With the Kardashians all afternoon, curing her weird obsession with watching early 2000s TV shows, despite living through it. She had spent her teen years tucked away in her room, curled up with any book she could get her hands on. So when her friends would mention pop culture references, she couldn't help the slight ache she felt in her chest for missing out on all her formative teen moments. 

With a sigh, she patted around for her phone on the couch, tapping the screen awake. Her clock had read eleven thirty, just as the door clicked closed. The floorboards creaked under his weight, his loud footsteps filling the room as he walked closer. She knew it was Liam without turning around; his signature cedarwood and bergamot scent filled her nose as he trailed his lips down the length of her neck, marking it with kisses. 

"Well, this is a new record," Adora scoffed, the words tumbling from her lips.

"Baby." Liam paused after a long sigh. "I know, it's just one of the servers went down as I was about to clock out." 

"Liam, it's eleven thirty, we haven't seen each other all week! I wake up, you're gone, I sit down to eat dinner, you're not there, I fucking go to sleep, and our bed is empty!" Adora's brows scrunched together in anger and confusion. He stepped back, removing his hands from her neck. "You're not the only one in the company, so why do you put all this pressure on yourself to juggle everything?" she said, shifting her body to face him, watching as he stood still behind the couch. 

"Adora, that's not fair… You know I don't do it on purpose. I just lost track of time— you know how responsible I feel for this company. If I don't take care of it, who will?" His tone was remorseful but sharp. 

"Babe, and I get that, but you have employees. It's not a start-up anymore; you didn't hire them for fun. I know you want to stay involved, but you're practically working two jobs. It's just… I don't even see you anymore. Is it so bad to want my husband back?" 

Adora could tell her words had struck him. She watched how almost instantly Liam's face had contorted as her words echoed throughout their townhouse. 

Liam sighed, "I'm sorry, you're right. I've just been so obsessed with making sure everything is running smoothly that I've been shutting you out. I don't want that, and I don't want you to feel like I don't care about you, because I do. You come first." 

Adora could feel the tears brewing, and her eyes starting to sting. She hated fighting, especially with him. She just couldn't help it; her feelings had been brewing for a month now, and they had decided to exit through her body: the clammy hands, the stinging eyes, and the tenseness in her jaw. She quickly shifted her body back to the television; she knew if she kept looking at him, she would cry.

She had started to feel like a complete fool for lashing out at him for his time, knowing how much he was already juggling at work. She knew he was stressed. During the fleeting moments she did see him, she had become aware of the dark bags forming beneath his eyes, the tension in his shoulders, and the frown lines forming between his eyebrows. 

She could overhear him shuffling behind her as he took his shoes off, rounding the couch to sit down next to her, lifting her feet into his lap to massage them. 

It was gestures like these that reminded her why she loved him. She could tell he wanted nothing more than to sleep right now, but was willing to put it on hold to comfort her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice at you," Adora mumbled. 

"You don't have to apologize, I feel like total shit for not noticing earlier how I was making you feel." His eyes slowly trailed up her face, hands still working on her pressure points. "How was your day?" he asked

"It was alright, spent most of the day answering emails, and on work calls. How was yours?"

"Stressful. I'm not sure if you remember Sofia. She's currently on maternity leave, but the temp worker I hired to cover for her has been out all week due to a family emergency, so I've been trying to keep up with her emails in between my meetings." 

Adora felt like taping her mouth shut for the rest of eternity and crawling into a hole as the words left Liam's mouth. Nothing would get rid of the loneliness she had been feeling over the past couple of months, but now she knew why he had been working so hard and such long hours.

"Come here," she sighed.

She watched as she scooted closer, his eyes dark, like cornflowers with specks of gray. She inspected his face; his upper lip and chin were covered in a haze of blonde, lightly touched with brown. Adora could tell he hadn't shaved in days, but if she was being honest, it was her favorite look on him. 

Breaking his gaze, she whispered softly, "I meant with your back facing me."

She had missed his attentive and longing stares. She had always felt like everything faded into the background when he looked at her like that, like it was just her and Liam that existed. 

With slow movements, Adora trailed her hands along his biceps, squeezing every inch of the way up to his shoulders. Forming a C with her hands, she draped them over his shoulders, moving her fingers in tiny circles, applying pressure with each loop. She watched as he melted into her chest, the tension releasing from his trapezius. Each squeeze released a moan from his lips. The noise had become so unfamiliar to her over the last couple of months that Adora couldn't help but pause instantly. 

Liam whipped his head around to look at her, his eyes now possessing an extra layer of desire that Adora had always noticed when he got aroused. 

With a small smile, she wrapped both of her hands around the side of his head, shifting his head back to its initial position. 

Before he could settle back into her chest, she removed his jacket, placing it on the arm of the couch, then reached around him to tug his shirt out of his pants. She slid her hands underneath his shirt, watching him shudder as she flattened her palms against his chest, slowly moving them up and down. She chuckled silently at his reaction; he had always complained about how cold her hands were, but never shied away from her seeking to warm them up against his body. 

Adora alternated between running her palms up his chest and trailing her nails against the waistband of his pants, occasionally tinkering with his belt. She watched as goosebumps formed at his nape, and she knew it was torturing him not to turn around, to run his hands along her body and through her hair in return. 

Switching gears, she removed her hands from under his shirt, and like a reflex, Liam's arms shot out, willing to do anything if it meant Adora's hands remained on his body. 

"Relax, arms down," she chuckled.

As she began to unbutton his shirt, sliding the cotton off his shoulder, she trailed kisses from his neck down to the curve of his shoulder, marking his skin with little bites each time his hands tried to reach back and grab her. 

Letting him squirm, Adora dragged her nails slowly down the length of his legs, scratching lightly before circling higher each time she came back up. She watched him fidget as she drew closer, his reaction pulling a small, satisfied smile from her lips. 

She had wanted to relieve him of all the built-up stress he had been harboring, but there was also a small voice in the back of her head urging her to make him suffer. To let him feel the ache that had been building up in her all those nights, the longing of a physical body, and the warmth that came with it, as she touched herself some nights ago, wishing her hands were his mouth.

"This is torture," Liam groaned.

"Is it?" Adora cooed. Being married for three years had exposed her to how easy it was to get Liam worked up. She palmed his erection in his pants, creating the friction she knew he loved so much, trying to get him on the brink of an orgasm.

"Baby, I'm so close," Liam panted huskily.

"Mmh, I know you are, but you can't come just yet," Adora whispered into his ear, biting his lobe as she pulled away. "Can you wait it out for me, baby?"

With that, she removed her hand from his crotch and pushed him gently off her chest. Adora rose to her feet. Liam had now rotated his body to the TV, his legs spread apart on the couch, his eyes hungrily watching her. 

As she positioned herself between his thighs, she couldn't help but feel her face heat. Liam's eyes had been trailing the length of her body, making her now aware of how truly short the pink silk and lace slip dress she was wearing was. Her nipples had started to harden, pressing into the cups of her dress.

Liam had lifted his back off the sofa cushions, running his arms along the side of her legs, hiking up her dress as he grabbed her ass. 

Adora lowered herself to her knees, not breaking eye contact with Liam as she unbuckled his belt, reaching into his pants to grab his already hardened cock. Signs of Liam's arousal were evident, as precum leaked from his tip. Adora wasted no time, swirling her tongue to lap it up. Turning her head sideways, she inhaled his scent, leaving kisses along his length before heading back to his base, licking in strips from the bottom to the top before hollowing her cheeks. She lengthened her tongue, sucking him in and out, profanities falling from Liam's lips. 

He watched through hooded eyes as she tried to swallow all of his length, her eyes teary and lips puffy, darkened with spit. Her braids pooled around her shoulders, blocking her from his view. He wanted to witness everything. It had been a while since he had seen this sight, Adora on her knees, sucking him like her life depended on it.

He gathered her braids into a ponytail in his hands, slightly applying pressure as she deep-throated his cock. 

"Fuck—oh my God, Adora."

She lifted her head, removing her lips with a pop, resting her jaw. She used her hands to stroke him, looking up at Liam, whose face was twisting in pleasure. She could tell he was on the edge of release as she opened her mouth, stretching out her tongue, giving him permission to come. 

She slapped his cock against her tongue, watching as his hips buckled each time she stroked him. 

"Can you come for me, baby?" Liam's eyes screwed shut at the sound of Adora's voice; it was like the spring that had coiled tightly in his lower abdomen had begun to uncoil and release. He came on her tongue, chanting her name, filling their townhouse with loud moans and whimpers. 

"Fuck, Adora," Liam drew out her name as he came down from his high. 

The left strap of her slip dress had fallen off her shoulders, and now all he could picture was biting into the curve of her neck as he took her from behind. Despite just coming, his cock had started to harden again. 

"Up," his voice echoed, demanding and rough. 

Adora rose to her feet, "On the couch, legs spread." 

Liam had gotten up, swapping places with her. His eyes dark and hungry as she spread her legs open for him. Gripping her thighs, he left open-mouthed kisses along her legs, his breath hot against her core. Her panties had been soaked in arousal as she went down on him, turned on by how unraveled he looked as she got him off. 

He hooked his finger through the leg holes, sliding them off, before extending his arm upwards to slide the other strap off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him. They sat full on her chest, her nipples hard. 

He grabbed her right breast, palming it with his hand as he flicked his tongue along her clit. Liam dragged his tongue up and down along her opening, sucking hard on her clit as he inserted his finger. He trailed his eyes up from between her thighs to watch her face.

Adora's hands had made their way into his hair, tugging gently and lightly scratching his scalp with her nails. Her mouth hung open as sequences of gasps escaped her lips as Liam inserted another finger, pumping and curling them. She moaned his name softly, sometimes unable to fully get his name out, shortening it to "li." 

He could tell she was close; her thighs had started to shake, absentmindedly trying to close around his head. He removed his hand from her breast, holding her thighs flat against the couch. 

When it was no use, he moved his hands over her clit, rubbing slow circles at first. Adora knew this trick; he wouldn't speed up until she begged him to. She let out a whimper, now regretting not letting him come right away. 

"Is there something wrong?" Despite her eyes being closed, she could sense the mockery in his voice and picture the corner of his lips tugging upward into a smirk as he spoke.

"I know what you're trying to do." Adora let out through uneven breaths. 

"What am I doing, Adora?" he acted unaware of her accusations. 

"Oh, spare me the act." 

Liam chuckled at her response, his breath warm against her thighs, amused by how easily agitated she was getting.

"Tell me what you want," Liam said, his tone serious but willing if Adora gave him the correct answer.

"Faster," she begged as Liam slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her while still slowly circling her clit. 

"I'm going to need you to be more specific than that." He smiled, his eyes hung low, fixated on her wet cunt. 

"I want you—I want you to touch me faster." Adora was a tangled mess of nerves. Liam was stretching her orgasm out to an uncomfortably long length; her stomach felt like someone had put a pot of water to boil, turning the heat down each time it began to rise and bubble over. 

"Now, Adora, you know how I feel about manners. What's the magic word?" 

"Fuck," she shouted out, unable to restrain her voice to a reasonable volume. 

Liam bit into her thigh. "I want you to touch me faster, please," she gritted her teeth as she spoke.

"Good girl," Liam cooed, satisfied with her answer, returning his focus back to her cunt. 

She watched hazily as he started to circle her clit faster, interchanging his hand with his mouth, sucking her clit furiously, and lapping at her core as if he had been starving for days, finally coming across a meal. 

Adora's orgasm came in waves, bucking her hips frantically against Liam's face. He drank in her cries, storing the sounds in the back of his mind. He watched as his name tumbled from her lips, pleased at the frenzied look in her eyes, her mouth hanging open, and her eyebrows scrunched together. 

"I missed you," she panted, her head still feeling foggy as she placed a hand over her heart, willing it to return back to its normal rate. 

Liam removed his hands from Adora's thighs, drawing himself up off the ground. He stretched his arms outwards, extending his hands to pull her up. Adora was no fool to the longing still in his eyes; he was far from finished with her as he crashed his lips against hers. 

He cupped her jaw, tilting her head upwards, deepening the kiss. 

She slid her hands to the back of his neck, pulling at the hair that lined his nape, moaning into his mouth as his hands traveled along her body to grip her ass. He was practically kneading it, roaming and grabbing at as much as he could fit into his palms. 

"Bedroom or couch?" he broke apart to ask her. The two panted into each other's mouths, fighting for breath. 

"Bedroom." Adora nodded, confident with her choice. A small yelp escaped her lips as he lifted her into the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her up the stairs towards their bedroom.

Adora returned her lips to his neck, nipping and sucking, ensuring she would leave a mark, a reminder of what he missed each time he went to work, leaving her alone to take care of herself. 

Rounding the top of the stairs, Adora's back was pushed against their closed bedroom door. She pulled Liam's head close, lining up her forehead with his, before ghosting his lips with her breath. Liam gripped her harder as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.

Adora needed him in her now; she rolled her hips against his front. Almost like he was reading her mind, Liam removed one hand from her ass to open the door before setting her down gently at the edge of the bed. 

Adora watched as he stepped away to take off his pants, finally freeing himself from its restraints. She bit her lip, watching him stroke himself as he walked towards her. 

"Turn around, ass in the air for me," Liam commanded, and who was Adora to disobey, flipping herself onto her stomach, instinctively arching her back. The bed dipped as he climbed on, grazing the head of his cock against her entrance, causing Adora to whimper at the contact.

He watched as she tried to move her hips back, hoping to ease herself onto him. He slapped her ass with just enough force, alerting her to wait.

"So needy, aren't you?" Liam teased into her ear, his stomach pressed into her back, one arm supporting his weight, and the other snaked around her body to pinch her nipples that were pressed hard against the bed. 

"Liam, just fuck me already," Adora hissed through clenched teeth. 

"Patience," he replied, pushing off her to leave kisses along the length of her spine. He positioned himself behind her, lining his cock along her entrance, slowly sinking himself inside her, stretching her to the width of his cock. 

"Fuck," Adora stuttered, pushing her hand underneath her stomach to rub herself. 

Liam's eyes had been fixated on his cock sliding in and out of her body, his right hand steadying himself, flattened into the middle of her back . She had been taking him so well, the sounds of wet slapping filling the room as he thrusted. 

"Put your hands behind your back for me," Liam had commanded. As much as Adora wanted to chase the high of her next orgasm, she complied, removing her hand from her front, stacking them on top of each other behind her back. 

Liam gathered them together in his left hand, in a manner that looked like he was using her hands as reins, willing himself to thrust faster and harder. 

He settled into a rhythmic pace, Adora's moans blending with his panting and swears, each chasing their own climax. Liam concentrated on Adora's moans as she came around his cock, her walls spasming, as she arched her back, pushing her hips deeper into him. 

"Oh—God—Liam," Adora's eyes fluttered open feeling light-headed, she still felt the blood rushing through her ears as she came down. Liam was still moving behind her, she knew he was close, feeling his rhythm getting sloppy, strokes more frenzied. She continued to grind herself into him causing him to release a string of curses. 

"Fuck—I'm so close," escaped Liam's lips breathlessly. Adora felt him writhing behind her, his hips bucking as he came, emptying himself inside of her. She pushed her hips back, clenching around him, creating almost like suction, hoping to milk every last drop of his seed. 

When they had both calmed down, Liam hoisted Adora up by her waist, carrying her to their en suite bathroom to clean up. 

He brushed his lips softly against hers, before angling his mouth to her ear "How about I call out of work tomorrow?" his voice low and husky, as he fought off sleep. Adora turned, their kiss slow, warm, and full of love. 

"I would like that," she smiled into his lips.