Pair: Black male x Black female readerĀ
Genre: established relationship, black romance,Ā smut
Warning: 18+, strong language, power dynamics, dirty talk, breathplay, rough, praise k!nk, fingering, creamie, overstimulation, etc.Ā
Summary: You snuck out of bed to make breakfast. He woke up hungry ā just not for food.
A little teasing turns into a full-body reminder of who you belong to. Kitchen counter. Over the arm of the couch. On the couch. Again. And again.
You snuck out of the bed, brushing your teeth and rushing through your skincare routine so that you donāt wake him.Ā
As you were scrambling eggsāyour sausage and biscuits almost done in the oven when you could feel him creeping up on youāheavy feet passing the ground carefully, as if he wanted you to know heās coming.Ā
He kissed your shoulder gently, sending a shiver up your spine aching for his touch. āMorninā ā he said, voice deep with sleep dripping like honey that sweetened what was already stirring between your legs.Ā
āMorninā darlinā ā you said just above a whisper. A silent moment passed of his front flushed against your back, large frame wrapped around your waist, head buried in your neck, engulfing you in an embrace that you never wanted to leave.Ā
ā Ion appreciate waking up in the bed without you in itā, his breath hot against your neck.Ā
ā Iā¦I figured youād be hungryā, you breathed.Ā
āI got sum I can eat right hereā, he kissed on your neck.Ā
You giggled lightly, trying to disguise the heat rising under your skin, as he squeezed your waist.Ā
āBaby Iām almost done, just give me a minā, he groaned in your neckāplacing a kiss just below your chin.Ā
āIghtā he said slowly pulling away, walking back into the room. You immediately missed the warmth of his body on your back.
Quickly finishing everything & turning the stove off. You made yāalls plate, bending over to properly organize the dishes in the dishwasher.
He walked up grabbing your hips pulling them to his pelvis, laying a snack on your ass as you gaspedātaken aback & aroused.
You popped his hand, āyou needa stop playing!!ā you shouted playfully.
He caught you by your waist, pulling you into his chest.Ā
āUh uh, thatās my get back for sneakinā out the bed.ā
āI didnāt sneak anywhereā, you said matter of factly.Ā
Towering over you he slid his right hand up from your hip up to the small of your back, sending a shiver up your spine that you hadnāt realized manifested physicallyācausing you to flinch in his grip.Ā
āMhm you must be sensitive from last nightā, he chuckles darkly.Ā
You stiffened, feeling the pounding pulse between your legs.Ā
āYou flinchinā every time a nigga touch you, like you scared or sumā, displaying that devilish grin that melted the fake attitude your put on.Ā
āBoy move, I aināt scared of no one but Godā, you said hurriedly busying yourself around the kitchen to distract yourself.Ā
His eyes tracked you from the sink to the fridge, you couldnāt take it anymore. āThe fuck are your starinā at?ā, you said like he was aggravating your last nerveāhe was truly disturbing the peace in your nervous system, your body betraying you under his gaze.Ā
You always loved the way he looked at you, with such love and desire, like he needed you in his veins.Ā
This was darker, you managed to take a lighthearted moment and push him too far.Ā
Despite the pitbull like, stoic, handsome face he was blessed with, he was very respectful and kind.Ā
Therefore he didnāt take disrespect well, from anybodyāespecially his bratty younger girlfriend who just swore she knew everything.Ā
āThe fuck did you just say to meā, he statedāclearly not a question.Ā
He knew that look in your eyes as you tried to conceal the smirk pulling at your thick lipsāthat he would surely stuff if you kept this up.Ā
āAnd befoā you answa that, just remember you already owe me darlinā ā, he said lowly as he backed you into the counter.Ā
He felt biggerābiceps cornering you, jaw tight, deep brown eyes daring you to test him.Ā
āYaā mama aināt ever told you its rude to stare?ā, you saidālooking dead in those dark alluring orbs.Ā
Because he was a couple years older he often tried to play you like a lil girl, but he wouldnāt be with you if that were true.Ā
His head fell as he laughed sarcasticallyāIām finna fuck this girl upāforcfully putting you on the counter and encapsulating your lips in a passionate kiss.Ā
You fought the urge to open your hipsānot fully accepting him and he knew it.Ā
He pulled back, licking his lips before peppering kisses across you jawline and down your neck. āOpen up for me prettyā, massaging lazy circles on your thighs making their way up his extra large shirt that you had slept in.Ā
His touch ignited a fire in you that you couldnāt contain.Ā He was so gentle, applying the perfect amount of pressure in all the right places.Ā
You opened your legsāexposing your bare heat.Ā
Slick with your juices, you could no longer hide your yearning for him and his love.Ā
Pulling his shirt over your head, he pulled you flush to him with his hand gently wrapped around your neckāchest to chest with just his basketball shorts standing between you and euphoria.Ā
You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching into him, wanting more of him.Ā
āAlways runninā that damn mouthā, he said on your lips and his right hand began rubbing circles on the button that he knows will set you off.Ā
HIs left arm holding you in place, hips spread wide across hisācompletely at his mercy, which is exactly where he wanted you.Ā
āThe fuck am I starinā at?ā, he chuckled darkly, befuddled how you could ever let that come out of your mouth.Ā
āThat was cute, but I always get what Iām owedā, applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll.Ā
He watched intently as you ground your hips in rhythm with his handāaching for more.Ā
He finally dipped his middle and ring fingers in knuckle deep, āyou feel that? thatās me collecting on every slick comment you madeā, curling up into that spot that made you scream his name. All while his thumb applies steady pressure to your pearl.Ā
Gripping his bicep as your man coaxed you into the first of what you feared would be many orgasms todayāyou wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in close to prevent his hand from diving in your heat at such a splintering pace.Ā
Biting onto his shoulder to hide your moans.
āUh uh, donāt hide nowā¦I wanna hear itā, feeling your walls squeezing his digits.
āOhhhh myā¦fuckkkkā, you dragged.Ā
āMhm, look at you making a messā, he smirked, capturing your lips againāyou were moaning right in his mouth as his tongue explored on its own.Ā
āTell me when you wanna cum ā
āBaby I-ā, he hummed on your lips as you stumbled over your words.Ā
āI got you baby, give it to meā, scratching at his arms you screamed coming undone on his handāunrelentingly penetrating you through your high.Ā
You were still trembling when he lifted you off the counter, your bare thighs clinging to his torso like a second skin.
His lips found your neck again as he carried you effortlessly through the apartment, your head buried in his shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist.
The way he moved said everythingāthis wasnāt over.
He tossed you down over the arm of the couch like a prize heād already won, your body folding just the way he liked.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he yanked your hips back.Ā
You waited in anticipation as he quickly came out of his shorts,Ā positioning you where he wantedāwhere you needed to be.
He rubbed along your rear, hips, and lower backārubbing his full length against your heat, smearing your slick all around your core, teasing you in the worst way.Ā
You pushed back on himāhornily trying to get him deep in your folds.Ā
"Who you belong to?ā, he asked laying a hard smack to your assābarely pushing in with his mushroom tip.Ā
You gasped, barely able to respond through your shallow breath.
"I'm yoursā, you barely breathed out.
āSay it againā, slowly stretching you out.
āIām yours, babyā¦ all yours."
A guttural groan rumbled through his chest as you rammed his full length in you.
He gripped your hips tighter, his pace punishingādemanding every last ounce of submission from you.
"Give it to me or I'ma fuck it outta you."
The slap of skin echoed through the room, in rhythm with your whimpers and his ragged breath.
You were desperate nowāreaching for anything to stabilize yourself: the cushions, a pillow, his forearm, your own damn breathābut he gave you no room to breathe, no room to think.
āAllat shit talkinā, and here you areā¦ begginā me to ruin you.ā
His hand found your throat again, not to choke but to ownālike a leash holding you right on the edge.
You cried out, face pressed into the couch, feeling him hit that devastating spot over and over.
Your moans werenāt just loudāthey were pleas, pulled from the very center of your being.
You collapsed forward, boneless, breathless, but he wasnāt doneānot even close.
He flipped you like you weighed nothing, placing you flat on your back across the length of the couch, pulling your hips back into his.
He kissed your temple gentlyātoo gently for what was coming next.
āWhere you want it ma?ā
āIn meā¦fuck baby I want itā, biting his lip he tilted your chin up to look in your eyes.Ā
āY/N donāt say thatāāragged breaths, sloppy strokes, he was slowly losing his control.Ā
āYou canāt say thatā¦Iāll fill your ass upā, kissing up his jaw to his ear, you whispered, ācum in your pussy daddyā.Ā
You felt him twitch inside youāgiving in he laid his full weight on you, snaking his hands around your waist to hug you in closeālaying his head on your shoulder.Ā
Dragging your nails up across his broad shoulders and up his back, left hand massing the nape of his neck, right hand steadying yourself against his unforgiving strokes.Ā
He could feel you pushing on his shoulderāattempting to create some space so you could take advantage of him being silly putty in your hands.Ā
He pulled your hips up into his, as his pelvis was attacking yoursācausing tears to well up in your eyes from his tip kissing your spot.Ā
āAināt no runninā from me pretty girlā, he moaned low and deep.
āYou stuck with me and I aināt goinā nowhereā, he said lovingly in your ear making your cry his name.Ā
You arched into himātrying to find relieve some of the pressure in the pit of your stomachā his palm pressed you flat so you could feel all of him.Ā
āFuck ma, you so damn wetā¦this pretty pussy was made just for meā, you couldnāt hear anything anymore, incapable of stringing words together even if you could.Ā
He leaned back, looking down on your fucked out expressionāquickly closing his eyes to keep from releasing in that moment.Ā
āLook at me babyā, you opened your eyes low to see him basically drooling over your full breast.
Spitting right on your nipple, rolling it in his fingers, and watching your face contort as he took over your bodyāmaking sure this last nut was the one that knocked all the air out your lungs.Ā
You put your hand on his belly, ādaddyā¦Iā¦I canāt take itā, you breathed out barely above a whisper.Ā
āYou so close mama, I can feel itā, he said slapping your breast with just enough force to send you into pure ecstasy.Ā
āAnd Iām right behind you prettyā, he said.Ā
You could feel his muscles tighten up, signaling he was close.
āGive it to me daddy, fuckā¦I can take itā, he whimperedāreleasing his desire for control, chasing his own pleasure.Ā
āIā¦Iām about toā¦ā, you cried in a sea of curses and repeatedly moaning his name.Ā
Your vision blurred, your mind lost to nothing but the sound of him moaning your name like a sacred vow.
Your back arched violently, mouth opened in a silent scream as your orgasm hit like a freight train.
He groaned into your skin, hips stuttering as he spilled into you, clutching you close like heād die if he let go.
You didnāt even realize youād fallen asleep until you felt him shifting beneath you, his deep chuckle vibrating against your cheek still pressed to his chest.
The warmth between your legs ached in the sweetest wayāday two of soreness, courtesy of him and his inability to behave.
But you werenāt mad. Not even close.
Your body was limp, spent, flushed and folded over his lap just where heād left you.
He never even made it off the couch.
The plates were still in the kitchenāright where youād left them.
The biscuits? Probably cold.
The only thing that got served this morning was you, and judging by the way you couldnāt even lift your head, heād cleaned his plate.
āMmhm. Look atchu,ā he said softly, chuckling again as he gently cleaned you up with a warm towel he mustāve grabbed at some pointābecause God knows you didnāt feel him move.
You winced as he dabbed between your legs, making another little sound that made him smirk.
āSore again?ā he teased, that cocky grin painted across his face.
āDonāt flatter yourself,ā you mumbled, too weak to lie convincingly.
He knew better. You both knew better.
He kissed your forehead, sliding his oversized shirt back over your shoulders and pulling it down gently, careful not to wake the little moan you were fighting in your throat.
Then he threw on his basketball shorts again, sat back down, and pulled you into his lap like you weighed nothing.
Blanket thrown lazily over your bodies, he balanced the plate of food on one knee, the remote in the other hand.
You curled against him, eyes fluttering closed again, not a single care in the world. Bills? Work? Life? Whatever.
Right now all that mattered was the way he held you like you were the most important thing in the roomābecause to him, you were.
āYou gonā eat?ā he asked, offering a fork of your cold eggs near your lips.
You turned your head and smiled lazily into his chest. āMm-mm. Already full.ā
He laughed again, kissing your temple.
āYeahā¦ I bet you are.ā
