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pairing: benito martinez x wife!black!fem!reader summary: He said just the tip. cw: 18+ mdni, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk (lwk) & wtv i wrote

a/n: i use lots of ‘—’ no it’s not ai

Benito had promised just the tip.

That's what he'd whispered against your mouth when he walked through the door, still smelling like the studio—cologne and that particular heat that clung to him after hours of tracking vocals. His hands had found your waist before he even kicked his shoes off, pulling you into his chest while your name fell from his lips like a prayer he'd been holding in all day.

"Mami, los niños—"

"Asleep," you'd told him, your own hands sliding up his arms, feeling the tension knotted in his shoulders. "Been down for an hour."

The groan that rumbled out of him was pure relief. Pure want. He'd pressed his forehead to yours and let out a long breath, his thumbs tracing circles against the fabric of your robe, that thin silk thing you'd thrown on after bath time, after story time, after the long ritual of tucking your babies in and kissing their foreheads and turning on their nightlight.

"Te necesito," he'd murmured. "Te necesito tanto, mami."

And then his mouth found yours, slow at first, like he was tasting you for the first time all over again. But you knew better. You knew that slow burn. You knew the way his hands tightened on your hips, the way his tongue swept past your lips, the way his breathing changed, shallow and hungry.

So when he pulled back and said it—just the tip, just a little, he'd be quick—you'd laughed, soft and knowing, and let him lead you to the bedroom.

Now you're on your back, your honey brown hair fanned across the pillow in waves, twenty inches buss down that cost a pretty penny and makes him go feral every time. His fingers are tangled in it, gripping the nape, tilting your head back so he can lick down your throat.

"Benito—"

"Shh, mami." His voice is rough, wrecked already. He's still half-dressed, jeans undone, shirt hanging open, that tattooed chest on full display. "Déjame cuidarte."

His hand slides down your body, palm hot against your stomach, then lower, past the waistband of your panties. You're already wet—you'd been thinking about him all evening, about the way he'd looked this morning, half-asleep and reaching for you before the kids came stumbling in. And when his fingers find your clit, you gasp, your hips bucking into his touch.

"Ay, Dios mío," he breathes. "Estás tan mojada. Todo para mí?"

"All for you," you manage, and he groans like the words hit him somewhere deep.

He pushes your panties aside, not even bothering to take them off, and you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you. Thick. Hot. That familiar weight that always makes your breath catch.

"Solo la puntita," he promises again, and you almost believe him.

Almost.

Because the second he pushes in, just the head, just a little, his eyes roll back and his hips stutter forward and suddenly it's not just the tip anymore. It's him sinking into you, inch by inch, that thick stretch that has you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Benito— you said—"

"Lo sé, lo sé, mami." He's already breathless, already lost. "Pero te sientes tan bien. No pude— ay, coño—"

His hips press forward and he bottoms out, and you both moan together, a harmony of sound that fills the room. "Mmm, shit, Beni—

He starts moving. Slow at first, deep strokes that drag against your walls and make your eyes flutter shut. His forehead rests against yours, his breath hot on your lips, and every thrust is punctuated by a grunt, a whisper, a "puta madre" or an "ay, Dios" that tumbles out of him like he can't help it.

You can feel every inch of him. The way his cock pulses inside you. The way his thighs press against yours. The way his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together, pinning your hand to the mattress.

"Mírame," he commands, and you open your eyes. His are dark, blown wide, locked on yours. "Quiero verte cuando te vengas."

"Then fuck me like you mean it."

The grin that spreads across his face is wicked. "Oh, ¿sí? Así quiere ella?"

He pulls out, and before you can complain, he's flipping you over. Your knees hit the mattress, your chest pressed into the sheets, your ass in the air. You hear him groan behind you—a low, guttural sound that makes your pussy clench around nothing.

"Mira ese culo," he mutters, more to himself than to you. His hands land on your hips, squeezing, kneading. "Dios mío, mami. Este culo me va a matar."

He lines himself up and pushes back in, and the angle is different now, deeper, harder, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Your mouth falls open, a sharp cry tearing out of you.

"¡Ay, coño!" he growls, picking up the pace. "Así— así— mierda, qué rico—"

The sound of him fucking you fills the room. Wet and rhythmic, skin slapping against skin. You're dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets, and every time he thrusts you feel it in your throat.

"Beni— right there— fuck—"

"¿Ahí? ¿Ahí te gusta?" He pounds into that spot, relentless. His hand reaches around, fingers finding your clit, circling it in time with his strokes. "Dime. Dime cómo te sientes."

"So good— ahh— so fucking good, Benito—"

"Mmm, sí. Grita mi nombre. Quiero oírlo."

And you do. You scream it when he hits that spot again, your fingers gripping the sheets, your whole body trembling. "Benito! Benito!"

"Así, mami. Así."

He slows down, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, torturously slow. You whimper, pushing back against him, trying to get more, but his hands hold you still.

"Tranquila," he purrs. "Disfrútalo."

He fucks you like that for what feels like forever, deep and slow and deliberate, every stroke hitting places you forgot existed. Your legs start shaking. Your breath comes in gasps. You can hear yourself making sounds you don't recognize—high and desperate.

"Te siento," he whispers, leaning over your back, his mouth against your ear. "Te siento apretándome. Estás cerca, ¿verdad?"

"Yes— yes, Beni, I'm—"

"Ven conmigo. Vamos juntos."

He speeds up again, his thrusts losing rhythm, getting sloppier, needier. His breathing is ragged, his grip bruising, and every word out of his mouth is a curse or a prayer.

"Mierda— te quiero— esta pussy es mía—"

"Yours— fuck— all yours—"

"Dilo otra vez."

"All yours, Benito— ahh— I'm gonna—"

He hits that spot one more time—slap, slap, slap—and you shatter. Your orgasm rips through you like a wave, pulling you under, and you hear yourself screaming his name, a long, breathless "BENITO!" that echoes off the walls.

He follows right behind you, a guttural "¡Ay, coño, mami!" as he buries himself deep and spills into you, hot and thick, his whole body shuddering against yours.

You collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin and ragged breaths. He's still inside you, softening, and neither of you moves for a long moment.

Then he kisses your shoulder. Your neck. The curve of your spine.

"Te amo," he murmurs against your skin. "Perdón por la mentira."

You laugh, weak and breathless. "You're not sorry."

"No," he admits, grinning against your back. "No lo siento."

all rights go to @𝐁𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗘 . i do not agree with my content to be stolen nor to be translated without my permission.

divs creds : kodaswrld

Bed Chem-Sabrina Carpenter

⋆.𐙚 ̊ pairings: blkfarmersdaughterreader! x Farmhand!rafe cameron

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ warnings: grinding, smut, virginity loss pet names,possibly porn with plot? kies redemption, daddy used in a non sexual way, beyoncé, fingering.. Just sex man. wc:5.6k

୨ৎ authors note: a couple of people asked for a part 2, so here it is boo's! hope you all enjoy <3!

“Do we gotta keep sneaking around sweetheart, believe it or not the barn isn't a sexy place to hook up at” you giggle in his chest as he brings you closer to him. Hands on your ass as you stand in the barn with just a pair of daisy dukes and a sports bra. You and rafe has been sneaking around for around 3 months now. Time flies when you're being sneaky.

“Rafe, my dad..” you trail off and he just rolls his eyes before shaking his head and slightly distancing his body from yours. “Rafe don't do that, you know how it is already” you mutter as he begins putting back on his dingy white tee. He sucks his teeth before nodding his head “yea i know your scared to tell your father about us” you furrow your eyebrows before shaking your head

“no, im scared that hes not gonna wanna keep you here anymore hon, the big bad rafe cameron from obx corrupting his sweet innocent little girl, sneaking into his daughters room all times of the night” you wrap your arms around his shoulders and his arms instantly wrap themselves around your waist. “Sweet? Innocent? Not the way you be moaning my name sweetheart” he mutters before placing a loving kiss against your lips.

You swat at his chest before rolling your eyes “but i asked because i wanna take you on a date this weekend, me and you.” your eyes widen at his words and you feel your face heat up. “Rafe you wanna take me on a date?” you whisper into the chilly barn, you watch as confusion takes over his features “why wouldn't i wanna take you out baby?” he looks down at you and smiles.

“I dunno” you whisper before shaking your head dismissively, you look back to rafe and see his expression towards you. “Alright now you gotta tell me” he sits on one of the little stools that are kept in the barn. “Its nothing rafe, i just never been on a date before” you mutter before putting your head down in embarrassment. You hear Rafe chuckle before he picks your head up. “y/n i know your pretty ass ain’t embarrassed about not being on a date before” you look at him with those eyes and he feels his pants tighten. “Lemme be your first then, take you out somewhere real nice, make it worth the wait” he murmurs in your ear like he's dirty talking to you.

“Rafe..i would love to go on a date with you hon…but ill have to tell my daddy” you still look at him with them same eyes.

Fuck he wants you so bad.

“y/n, ill take whatever comes with it, i just wanna take you out..show you a good time” his hands make their way to your ass and you cant help but smile. “Alright beachboy.. I'll hold you to that.

“Egh i dont know, kinda basic, it's your first date you should look prettier then the finest peach." You nod your head taking in her advice. You look to kie who's been texting her new talking stage ‘daisy’ for the last hour, not adding in her input. “Kie can you help instead of just sitting there.” you hear cleo snap before throwing a pillow at her. Kie looks at the both of you before rolling her eyes before finally paying attention. “You should wear the white jean shirt and shorts, red boots with the red bows.” kie says simply while looking between the options.

You look at the outfit before looking back at her “kie your a fucking genius” she gives a sheepish smile before continuing “keep the makeup natural, light undereye, lots of blush and natural lashes paired with your lip combo and youll be perfect She says nonchalantly before going back to her task. “Kie you might be an asshole…but you have some pretty good taste” kie laughs at your comment before sliding off your bed and walking over to your mirror. “Where is he taking you anyways?” shes looking at you through the mirror.

“I have no clue, he said it was a surprise…just for me to dress cute”. “y/n are you gonna fuck him?” cleo ask with a sly smirk before smacking your ass playfully. “Ugh, you think I'm easy huh?” you slap her hands before laughing. “No i dont think your easy…for him tho i think its a different story” you look over to them before sighing “you know the expression ‘bed chem’ right?” you look to the two girls and the stupidly nod

“i bet we’d have really good bed chem” kie looks at you both before smirking “save a horse, ride a cowboy” the three of you laugh before hearing a knock on your door. “Come in”

The door opens and rafe is at your door way with a stupid smirk before realizing kie and cleo in the room. “Didn’t know you had company sweetheart” he clears his throat before looking at your friends. “M’ rafe” he walks into the room and greets your friends, extending his hands for them to shake it. “Mr yummy in the flesh” cleo jokes before taking his hand and shaking it, kie looks at the two of them before stepping up

“ive heard about you..what you are” he looks at you before looking back at kie “ive got my eye on you” she finally shakes his hand slowly while looking him straight in the eye. The tension rises in your room and you decide to break it. “What's up hon” you walk over to him with that sickly sweet smile his hands instantly pull you closer, hands wrapping around your waist “your dad is ready to talk if you're ready” he whispers as he looks down at you. You look up at him and nod your head before looking back to your friends “ill be back ladies”

“So you and my daughter have been sneaking around for months now?” you look over to your dad and frown “dad its not like that..” you shake your head and rafe rubs your hand to calm you down. “Heyward i hope you don't think I'm just using your daughter for anything, i really like y/n and i just wanted to take her on a date, no messin around” your father looks at the both of you before nodding his head “you have my blessing, no fooling around..and if i hear one bad thing im nipping it in the bud” he looks at you and rafe intensely and you nod your head while rafe mutter a “understood”

After the quick little talk with your dad you and rafe make your way back upstairs to your room, but before you reach your door you feel rafe bring you backwards into his chest, he presses light kisses to your neck making you squeal. “I told you sweetheart, your dad loves me already” you giggle before turning around to face him, you peck his lips and smile when you see smiling back at you your heart melts.

The two of you walk back into your room and you notice your friends was gone. The first thing you do is check popes room and you see kie and cleo lounging around with pope “wanted to give you guys some privacy, y’know to celebrate the blessing of your dad” cleo sends you a wink before cuddling up closer to your brother as he gags making you laugh before returning back to your room to see rafe sprawled out on your bed. You shut your door before walking over to your bed and sitting on the opposite side of rafe.

“Y’know we should be getting ready soon, its already 5PM, you said be ready by 8” you point out and rafe nods his head in agreement. “You're right, it takes you ages to get ready” you scowl at his unfunny joke before standing up off your bed. “Alright get out now” he looks at you before smirking. He stands up but before you know it your feet are off the ground and wrapping around his waist, a squeal emits from your lips as you begin to giggle.

His lips soon covers yours as you begin to passionately kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders for extra support. You moan out into the kiss breathlessly as you begin feeling needy. “Shh baby, your daddy is right downstairs. You look towards your closed door and sigh. “Rafe your a bad influence” you joke as you let your legs down from off his waist. You look back at him and a smile slowly makes its way to your face. “M’ wearing red and white, just so you know” you give him a sassy look before making your way to your door, opening it and motioning for him to get out. He looks at you before sighing and making his way towards the exit, but before he steps out he gives you a peck on your lips before making his way through the threshold.

“Okay, have fun..but not too much fun” your dad waves as you both enter rafe’s freshly washed truck. The two of you look like a breath of fresh air, the perfect southern couple and that's what you feel like. Rafe hooks in his seatbelt then looks over to you “you look so fucking beautiful” he whispers before backing out the drive way, focusing on his driving.

“Rafee” you shyly whisper as you look out the window, the complement awakening the butterflies in your tummy. You feel his eyes on you as you fidget with your fingers and you feel your body heat up. “You look really good too, glad you decided to match me” you peek over to him and see the crisp white tee, blue jeans and a red baseball cap.

“Of course i look good” he jokes making you roll your eyes “but its because im next to you” you wholeheartedly laugh at his corniness “your cornier than corn on the cob.” your laughing subsides and he just continues driving

Once you guys get to your destination your eyes light up “rafe shut up, you did not!” he looks at you and smiles “yup, live music, dancing and booze.. Did a lot of research to find this place” he then pulls your face closer to his placing a peck on your lips before smiling again “come on, lets go”

The velvet porch was the hottest place to be on a friday night after work,the live music spilling out of the outside venue the smell of food and booze hits you as soon as you hit the entrance, the bouncer looks at rafe before smiling and dapping him up.

“Finaly made it and with a pretty little dime on your side” rafe pulls you tighter into his side making you smile. “Hi im y/n nice to meet you” you greet him with an extended hand, he takes it before bringing your hands up to press a kiss to it. “Ron, nice to meet you” you shy away from him slightly, not uncomfortably just respectfully.

“Lay off my girl ron” the three of you laugh before he lets you access into the club. “Y’know the bouncer?” you yell as he leads you through the club, his hand in yours as he leads you through the packed bar. “Of course I do, I know everyone important sweetheart.” He pulls you closer by your wrist so your bodies are against each other.

The song sweet honey buckin by beyoncé starts playing and you instantly get excited. Rafe sees and instantly catches your drift, the two of you start moving to the beat face to face. The smile on your face makes his cheeks heat up causing him to slightly blush ‘country boy till the day that im dead’ you whisper in his ear with a smile on your face.

‘This ain't Calabasas, we don't need highways’ you smirk as you begin two steppin hand in hand with each other. “Fuckin love this song” he speaks as he begins singing the lyrics too “reminds me of you” your face heats up and before you know it hes turning you around so your ass is pressed against him.

‘Never been ridin', baby?-Hop on my saddle’ his hands grip your hips controlling your hips and motions as he whispers those lyrics in your ear. Your eyes close as you begin to feel the music more. ‘Jiffy cornbread, booty corn fed’ you sing out loud as you grind harder against him now. You begin to feel him through his jeans now and his hands gripping you harder controlling your hips to his pace. You hear him groan before moving his hips against yours.

“So perfect” you giggle at the fact that you dont know if he's talking about you or your ass. “You're such an ass rafe” the song finally ends and you turn back around to look at your boyfriend who has a small pot on his lips. You laugh before placing a peck on his lips, smiling when you guys separate. “No, you have such a perfect ass sweetheart” he jokes, making you give him a sarcastic laugh. “Come on lets grab a-” before you can finish your sentence your hear your name called out in distance.

You turn around and you see Johnny McCain making his way towards you. You quickly look over to rafe who just haves his eye brow raised to you. Once johnny makes his way over he looks between you and rafe thinking. “I havent seen you in years, how've you been” he asks while bringing you in for a hug. You keep the hug friendly not wanting to cross any lines with rafe.

“Hey johnny, hope all is good, this is rafe” you motion towards your boyfriend and you smack his legs to make him extend his hand. Rafe looks at you before extending his hand. “Rafe, her boyfriend” he introduces before looking back at you with a slight smirk. “y/n the prude with a boyfriend? Never thought I'd see the day”. He jokes and you give him a fake laugh just trying to be polite.

“Maybe you know the old y/n.. This y/n is definitely no prude” you look over to him with wide eyes and before you know it rafe is leading you over to an empty booth, the two of you leaving johnny by himself. “I see why you beat his fuckin ass” rafe lets out a breath which makes you laugh. “Yea hes an ass” you mutter before looking up at the waiter whos asking you what you want to drink and eat.

“Whisky” the waiter writes it down before looking over to you. “Ill have a mango margarita please” you give the waiter a smile making him lightly blush. “And what do you want to eat?” he looks back at rafe whose pout made it back to his face. “Fried chicken, mac and green beans” he keeps it short, the waiter writes it down before looking back at you shyly “buffalo wings, mac salad and corn on the cob please” he writes it down and looks back to you before walking away. “Your too pretty baby, gotta lock you up and hide you” he mutters before looking at the people dancing.

After the two of you finish your food and drinks you hear another familiar song ‘cuff it’ by Beyoncé starts playing and you squeal before standing up and pointing to rafe slowly moving your hips. ‘Im in the mood to fuck something up’ you sing the lyrics making rafe smirk.

“Oh really?” his hand grabs onto your hips and he's on you in an instant. His lips make their ways to yours and you let out a surprised squeal. His hands rubbing all over your body making you moan into the kiss. ‘Till you see stars’ you whisper into his mouth and you swear to hear a whimper escape from his lips.

His eyes snap open and before you know it he's leading you towards the club's exit. Once you two get outside he's on you in an instant, his lips make their way to your neck making you moan out into the chilly air. “Rafe..car, take me home please”

Once the two of you make it back to the house rafe quietly leads you to his room and you sneakily follow him trying not to make any noise. Once you make it there and you're behind his door you try to look at his room but he's on you in an instant.

“Rafe, wait- wanna look at your room” he laughs before moving his lips down to your neck. Your eyes open and you look at his minimalist room, decorated with some things from home and some new editions, family pictures, beach boards, cowboy hats and band-dannas.

“y/n stop looking at my shit and get on the bed” he jokes into your neck while sucking a hickey into your chest. You push him off before scoffing “make me” you tease and before you know it your body is in the air and after that you're on the bed. “Oh ill make you honey, wanna know why? Cuz i need you so fucking bad right now” hes standing between your legs peering over you and you feel a surge of boldness take over your body. “M’ all yours cowboy” you mutter while looking in his eyes, your hands moving before you could even think, unbuttoning your top slowly while he watches you.

“Keep going” he mutters as he watches you slow down your actions but instantly pick them back up with his approval. “I thought you're supposed to do this for me?” you pout as the buttons fumble through your acrylics. “Baby if i do it, the shirt would be fuckin ruined, take your time..theres no rush” he then grabs a chair and sits it infront of the bed, your hands stop but he motions for you to keep going.

He sits in the chair and watches you continue your little ‘strip tease’ once all the buttons are unlaced he sees the frilly red lace bra that was hidden under your outfit. The red is striking against your brown skin and he can't help but let out a distinctive whistle.

“Where'd you learn to do that whistle hon?” you ask as you rise to your knees. “Ya’ old man taught me” he mutters and you move closer to him to hear him better. You see his hands balled up in fist and sitting on each of his legs. “You don't wanna touch me anymore?” you genuinely ask wondering why he was just sitting there staring but he slowly shakes his head in response. “sweetheart im trynna keep my composure because im gonna ruin you” he whispers that and your eyes widen.

You watch as rafe walks over to his tv, turning it on and let some random cartoon channel play before walking back over to you. He finally sits on the bed and a smirk is placed on his lips. “Take off your bottoms too, need to see the matching set” you give him those eyes before following his directions.

You slowly take off your little shorts and before you can say anything his lips are on yours and you happily accept him, his body between your legs as you lay on your back halfway naked. “Take your clothes off rafe” you mutter through the little pecks his places on your face lovingly.

You feel him chuckle against your cheek and before you realize he's back to standing up, yanking his shirt off shoulders and his buckle off his belt practically ripping it off. He pulls down his jeans and takes them off in an instant leaving him in nothing but a pair of white Calvin Kleins.

You stand back on your knees and move closer to rafe with pleading eyes. You slowly pick up your hand and caress his well built chest before letting the wander lower. Your hand lightly grazes over his bulge and you hear him suck in a breath. You take this as a sign to keep going so you take it a step further and you slowly bring down his boxers, inch by inch, teasing both you and him. Your eyes widen once you pull his boxers all the way down, he stands there proud with a smirk on his lips.

The pure size of him alone makes you nervous, and you swear that you see him twitch. “Come closer” he whispers and you do, you feel your adrenaline pumping and your hands begin to wander down to his cock. You grab it in your hands and begin jerking it in your hands slightly.

“Thought you didn't know what to do?” you shake your head at him and he laughs. “Rafe, please” you plead with him and he nods at you, he lays you down before putting his lips back on yours.

Your back arches into him as the kiss gets more aggressive you feel your bra being unclipped and you let out a breath as the cool air hits your breast. “Perfect tits” rafe whispers before kneading the flesh between his hands. You let out a light moan, egging him on to continue his motions.

After a few minutes of just kissing you feel him get harder against your heat making you grind your hips into his. “Please” you ask him, needing to feel pleasure from the man.

“what do you want?” he asks the girl beneath him. you mumble something incoherent making him plaster a nasty smirk on his lips. “you gotta be more clear babe…” he says going back down to ur neck. “i want you, inside…” you say with your voice just above a whisper.

you quickly feel him smile against your neck making you shudder. he picks his head up and looks you in your eyes, “you don’t want me to eat it?” you shake your head ‘no’ and he laughs, “you sure, cuz i wil-” you cut him off by kissing him roughly and whispering a ‘no’ against his lips. making him smile for the 100th time tonight. He simply flips you both over so now you're on top. you sit up a bit so you're straddling him and he immediately starts feeling on your ass making you whimper.

you feel as rafe get harder under you making you chuckle sweetly. “m’ all for you babe” he says before laying all the way down.his erect cock standing up in all its glory. You notice the pink mushroom tip leaking with pre-cum, the veins alongside of it pulsating with need. “you just gonna sit there?” the man asks while still laying down.

you quickly snap out of your trance and straddle his legs not wanting to get to action just yet. “use your fingers first.” you say to him so it won’t be as painful. He slowly sits up before opening his mouth a bit and placing his fingers in there. The scene was one you imagined before. you reached down to your breast and brushed over your nipples a few times before moaning. rafe takes his fingers out his mouth and motions for you to come to him.

you scoot closer to the man allowing him to flip you over so you're sitting in his lap. you feel his length pressing against your ass making you move your hips a bit earning a slap on your thigh. “Stop with the sneaky shit, you wanted to get prepped, so be patient.” he says before taking his wet digits and sliding them across your chest. leading them to each of your nipples, circling them both.“more” you say breathlessly while raising your hips. You were honestly wet enough to take him right now but you didn’t wanna miss out on this. He takes what you said and glides his fingers down until they reach your pussy.

they ghost over your clit making you shudder and look up at the man. “say please” he says while looking down at you. “Please hon” you say in an innocent tone making him scoff before sinking his fingers straight into your cunt. you moan loudly from the expected feeling of his thick fingers inside your cunt.

“shit rafe!” you exclaim while throwing your head back on his shoulder. he looks down at you while skillfully moving his fingers in and out of you. “rafe slow-fuck!” you shout out while your eyes roll to the back of your head. rafe picks up one of your hands and brings your pointer finger to his mouth and twirls his tongue around it. “m’ cummin rafe”

you say while gripping his thigh hard, ur definitely sure that you left marks. the man hears your pleas and indulges with your needs. You feel him start to rub your clit aggressively making you spread your legs wider making his fingers hit deeper inside.

rafe bends down a bit to reach your ear to whisper the word, “cum”. That's what pushes you over the edge, your legs start shaking and your eyes roll back aggressively. “rafe!” you scream his name out, making him smirk.

Once you come down from your high you open your eyes and slowly react to your surroundings. you quickly turn your head to look at the man to already catch him looking at you.

“I'm ready” is all you needed to say before he picked you up and turned you around to face him. “I want you on your back” he says while laying you back down. you look down and see his cock standing and ready to be used. “it’s all yours,” he says as he begins lining himself up with your entrance. you meekly smile and decide to get to work. you grab his cock with your hands and pump it up a couple of times making him groan. but before you put him all the way in you decide to tease him a bit by running his tip along your slit making him grip the bed sheets.

“stop playing” he says before striking a hard smack against your thigh. you moan from the pain and pleasure and decide to give the man what he wants. One of his hands grip your thighs while the other one helps you push his dick in slightly. “oh god” you sigh out from the stretch of the man. rafe decides to take matters into his own hands and grip your waist, sinking you down in one go.

“rafe” you whine out of plain and pleasure, his hands keep their place on your waist as he moans. “shit, so fuckin tight” he says as he keeps you still, not wanting to hurt you anyfurther . soon after you feel him start to move your hips in a circular motion making you grip his shoulders and grind harder. rafe looks down at where you're connected and his eyes roll back as he throws his head back. “shit babe, you feel that?” he asks before landing a hard smack on your thigh making you yelp. you look at the man and shyly smile before you bring him closer to you, his ears by your lips as you quietly moan out his name.

you smile innocently at the man who looks at you with admiration. “So fucking perfect” he says trying to move faster. “hon” you whine in his ear making him flush red and causing his hips to stutter. you feel his hand creep around your neck slightly adding pressure to your windpipe. “shit” you whisper knowing you cant be as vocal as you would like to. you bend your head down to latch your lips with his. His thrust never slows down.

“rafe, im gonna cum hon”. you moan out making rafe smirk. he quickly pulls out before placing his hands on your back before switching positions, rafe skillfully switches to doggy, hitting something deep inside you. “oh fuck rafe i’m coming” you cry out as his hands strike down on your ass.. you feel like your body is levitating, your vision goes white as your body aggressively shakes. “ shit-y/n” rafe says in your neck trying not to cum at this very moment but you're making it hard from him.

“stop fuckin squeezing me sweetheart” he says out of breath.after a few minutes you snap back to reality and realize he was still working on chasing his orgasm. You slightly move your body so your fucking back into him and whispeing in the air about how good you feel, rafe eyes instantly roll to the back of his head. His body visibly shudders, making you smirk. “fu-fuck baby” he moans as you feel his hot cum shoot into you making you loudly moan. he fucks his cum into you as he whispers praises into the hot and stuffy room. Soon after his body collapses on yours making you chuckle before rolling over so the two of you are laying side by side.

His eyes open and his hands brush some loose hair out of your face. “How was your first baby?” a smile takes over your lips and you nod “so good, thank you for taking your time with me” he nods before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Always”

After the two of you get cleaned up and situated you both lay beneath his navy blue comforter set with just underclothes on and sappy smiles on your faces when suddenly his fun rings making him roll his eyes and you laugh. He turns over and answers his phone with a gruff ‘hello’ you slightly dazed out as he talks on the phone, your body slightly aches as you lay against his chest. “See you then” those words bring you out of your daze and you watch as he hangs up the phone and sets it back on his dresser. “Is everything alright?” you ask not wanting to seem nosy, just curious. He looks back at you before nodding. “What are you thinking about sweetheart?” you see the smile on his lips and you give him a shy smile.

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things

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YEARN

You heard a few knocks at your door. The sound bouncing off the living room walls, you sighed and hit the pause button on your remote. You got up from the couch and ambled towards the door, once you’d swing it open your eyes widened and you froze.

“What are you doing here?” You breathe out, Eren, your ex stood 6’2 with his hair pulled back into a ponytail. Some strains hovered over his face, he peered down with a glint in his gaze, “I’m here for my clothes,” he meekly replied, with his hand making way towards the back of his head. Rubbing at it sheepishly.

You scoffed and crossed your arms at his reply, “you don’t have any clothes here.” Eren nodded his head, objecting. “Yes I do, y/n.” His voice was soft and deep, you bit down on your lip and stared at him for a while before giving in.

You stepped aside allowing him to walk in, you shut the door behind him and watched as he ambled towards your room. Now you were glad, to be living in a one story house. You didn’t need to tail behind him, and making sure he’s not doing any bullshit. You could see your room from where you stood.

He left the door wide open, you saw him make a left turn the noise of stuff rummaging followed up. You begin to move towards the room, to see if he’s actually looking for his clothes and not trying to get something else from you.

You paused in the doorframe, and stared at him. He must’ve heard your footsteps because he stood straight not a mere second before you arrived.

He glanced over his shoulder, and then his body followed.

He ambled towards you and you do the opposite. “No,” you say just when he’s gotten close, “please,”He softly says, “I miss you.” He grasp onto your hands, using it to tug you towards him. Your chest collides with his and you angled your head up.

His forehead plastered against yours, the lip of his lips ever so gently graze against yours. You felt his breathing hitched, you took occasional glances at his pink lips, they look pink and soft.

When you looked up, his eyes were filled with desperation and sadness. " Please,” he asked again before peering downwards at your lips.

“Just one kiss, baby.” You nearly went weak from the pet name, you missed it and how easily and seductively he said it. You avoid eye contact with him, you’re breathing heavy now.

“Eren..” you whispered out, your lips slightly parted to release the heavy breathing, as were his but he had the opposite reason.

He wanted to kiss you, badly. He leaned slightly towards you, and you’d lean away. It made his heart ache, he missed you dearly and now it seems like a slap in the face.

“Baby.” You finally looked.

“Let me..” he doesn’t finish but his eyes flick down to your lips, before they flicked back up.

You closed your eyes and leaned in—your lips connected, it was passionate and warm until your tongue thrust into his mouth, causing him to groan. He leaned against you and it caused your feet to stagger backwards until you slammed against the wall.

A moan whooshed out. Eren’s hands mindlessly moved around your body. It was like they struggled to find a place to reside at; he tilts his head deepening the kiss. His hand slips in your shorts while the other held a firm grip on your neck.

He broke away, breathing heavily. “Take these off.” He said against your lips, while tugging at the hem of your shorts. You grinned and glanced up, “you take them off.” You whispered back before wrapping your arms around his neck. He took this as an opportunity, he quickly picked you off the ground and your legs automatically wrapped around him.

He carried you over to the bed, plopping you flat down on your back. He crawled above you, his necklace hanging above your stomach.

He stood on his knees between your thighs, he bit down on his lips while pulling your shorts off and then tossing them aside.

He nearly bottomed out by the small dampen spot on your underwear, he pressed his thumb against it causing you to moan softly.

“You’re so wet. Fuck.” He grimaced, his thumbs now going faster as the minutes passed. Your legs quickly latched around his arm, he quickly used his freehand and tapped it against your thigh.

Motioning you to unravel. He stopped and allowed you to drop your thighs, they went down momentarily.

Eren licked along his bottom lip before he bit it.

“You so sexy,” he says darkly while holding this lustful intense glance onto you. Your body instantly went hot from it—you’ve never experienced any kind of intense sensation before, until now. Until Eren. But things ended due to complications, but now..you’re rethinking it.

He doesn’t plan on removing the underwear anytime soon, seeing as he dropped down to his knees and stared intently into your crotch. He could see it pulsing behind the fabric, he lets out a chuckle before pecking his soft lips against the fabric.

Your breath stuttered from it. He continued to do so, this time his tongue rolled out and does a long, wet, warm lick against your cunt.

You felt the heat radiating through the panties, it caused a shiver to run down your spine. “Eren,” you whined out as your hand traveled downward to grip his hair, once they reached you tangled your hand around it and pulled his head up.

He breathes out like a dehydrated dog. His eyes were low and glazed over with hunger. His tongue still out as it desperately tried to get closer with your cunt, but you pushed his head back causing him to whine.

“Take it off.” You say, voice heavy and filled with aspiration. Eren doesn’t say a word, he instantly followed your demand and slid the underwear off and tossed it aside.

Before he could unbuckle himself, you sat up causing him to pause and stare at you—confusingly.

“Lay down,” you spoke just as you got on your knees. Eren stares at you, hesitating but he follows through.

He rest against the mattress, on his back with his arms propped up behind him holding him up. “What are you doin-hmmph.” He groaned out as he felt the warmth of your cunt against his sweatpants, you felt the bulge. It was big and thick. It made your mouth run dry, it’s always a shock whenever you see it.

You rolled your hips against him, slow and steady. Your eyes glare down with dominance before your hand found itself gripping his neck. He lets out a choke moan, he rolled his hips against you and you let out a groan.

“M-mommy,” he stammered through his soft moans, “d-don’t make me cum,” he glanced up through his heavy-lidded eyes, “please. I don’t wanna cum like this, I wanna cum in you.” He bit down on his lips, as he stilled your movement with his hand gripping your waist.

You leaned back and glanced down at his hands. You plucked them off one by one before leaning forward towards him. Your face a mere inch away from his, you leaned sideways towards his ear. You pushed away a strain, and your hips begin to continued the past.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you whispered harshly yet softly, Eren whimpered under you. “I-I don’t wanna cum in my pants, again, please.” He pleaded through his whimpering and moaning. You ignored his plea and began to pick up speed, catching that warmth that spilled through your stomach and spreading lower. Your moaning gets louder as well as Eren’s who gripped onto your hips for dear life. Praying he doesn’t nut.

“Fuck!” He yelped, everything tightened and then moments later, you spilled onto him. Dampening the crotch area of his pants with your juices, you slowly lifted your hips, a strain of your juice that was connected to his pants and your cunt it was an amazing sight to see.

You glanced up at Eren, and wearily chuckled. “You wanna see her?” You questioned. He nods his head, he doesn’t utter a word. He stood quiet watching you intently, through his low hooded eyes.

You turned around slowly, your cunt faced him as you faced the wall. You leaned your hips rolled with intention, presenting yourself to him with a teasing arch that caused your lips to separate; giving Eren a view of your trobbing hole.

His hand instantly fell to your ass, each hand held their own cheek, his thumb then shifts downwards towards the crease of your inner thigh.

He pressed his thumbs against it and began to pull back, resulting with your lips spreading wider for him and he lets out a feral groan.

“Fuckk.” You chuckled but it was short lived, his fingers were lodged inside of you. His finger continually passed your G spot, he went faster and harder. You back arched and you began to fuck yourself on his finger, he grins and allows you to do so. But once he seen that all to familiar stomach clench he stilled your hips just when you were right there.

You whined before slowly cascading your eyes over your shoulder, Eren meets your glare with mirth in his eyes.

A low chuckle settling in the air, “You’re not going to cum, until I cum in that pretty cunt of yours.” Your stomach churned at his comment, you bit down on your lip and stayed quiet.

Your upper body lies against the bed while Eren kept your lower stable in the air by his grasp.

He used his free hand and pulled out his cock, it sprung up brushing your cunt along the way, you let out a moan.

Eren leans you forward slightly, to give space for his cock to stand.

He bit down on his lips, and does a slight tap against your cunt; seeing how your body jolts from every collision. “Eren!” You groaned rolling your hips against the thin air, Eren chuckled at your impatience.

“You want it?” He asks as he deliberately moves his cock back and forth against your aching bud, “hm?” He added. You couldn’t say a word, the friction was all too much. It felt amazing, Eren smirks seeing more juices slipping from your hole and dripping onto his cock.

He draw his hand back and strikes you on your ass, then gripping it roughly.

“You so fucking sexy, fuckk.” Eren grunted as he sent another strike, watching it recoil. You whimpered at the stinging pain, but your cunt gets hotter from every slap.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you were tired of his teasing. Ironic.

You pushed your hips back, his dick settling between your ass and you felt the throbbing and heat radiating off it. You bit down on your lip and slightly moved your ass side to side, Eren strikes once more before inhaling deeply.

“Shaking ya ass on daddy’s dick, hm?” He says as he watches it slowly come to a stop, you didn’t reply instead you whimpered.

Eren sents a stroke along his cock, his stomach caves before a moan slips out.

He grasp your hips and moved them above his cock, your dripping cunt merely inches away from his mushroom tip, he slowly impales his cock inside; your mouth grew wider and wider as the inches passed.

Eren sucked in his breath; feeling that tight cunt suctioning to his size. “So fuckin tight, fuck.” He grunted, you gripped onto his ankle and it caused him to pause.

You were breathless, you looked over your shoulder and glanced at Eren with plead sporting your eyes.

His head cocks, “can’t take it anymore, baby?” He questioned softly, you nodded at his question and it made him hum softly. He lifts your hips off, and it slips out with a gasp whooshing from your lips.

He fixed himself into a new position, this time he was on his knees and you remained the same. Eren taps his finger against your thigh, motioning you to arch it up, you weakly did and he grasp your hips.

“I got you, baby,” he whispered as he slowly slips inside, he leaned over his chest pressed against your back, and his mouth hovering near the shell of your ear. “Relax.” He murmured again, his voice low and steady.

Your bones seem to deflate as effect of his voice, “I-it’s too much.” You weakly objected as he was still sliding it. Eren leaned back up and glanced down, he chuckles.

“That’s not even half of it baby.” You groaned forgetting, once again, how much of a big man he was. He leaned forward, placing his chest against your back; his arms wrapped around your body, keeping a tight grip.

“Almost there, baby, cmon,” he grunts, feeling the warmth of your gummy pink walls. He pulled you up, your head lolled back onto his shoulder as he pushed his final inches up into you.

You both let out a gasp, and remained quiet for a moment. Eren allowing you to get the feeling of his cock nestled in your cunt. Momentarily, you peered at him; half lidded eyes filled with lust, your mouth parted slightly with drool resting on the bottom lip. “Go,” you whispered softly, his entire demeanor flipped.

He roughly pushed your upper body back against the bed and began to roughly thrust into your cunt, it came so suddenly, you didn’t have any time to react. You could only moan and blabber.

“Fuck I missed this pussy,” he moaned out as he held a tight grip around your waist, it’ll probably bruise by how strong his grip was.

One hand peeled away from your hip and found itself tangled in your hair, he tugged your head back away from the bed. He sent love bites going along your neck and stopping at your shoulder blades.

His breath heavy and hitched from every thrust, “Who’s been in this pussy?” He questioned going faster as he felt jealously rise in his blood, he didn’t know why; you never gave him any answer to make him feel jealous.

And that didn’t bode with him. He went harder, pulling his hips back slow and thrusting harder, he knocked the wind out of you, and he continued to asked the same question, this time his voice laced with jealously. “Answer me.” He snarled, you weakly opened your eyes, you stared at him upside down.

You attempt to shake your head, but due to the right restriction Eren had you swallowed dryly. “N-no.” You stammered, you see his expression soften but his thrust stay the same pace.

He drops your hair from his hand, “good.” He continued to chase that sensation, his stomach caved as your thighs shook violently on either side of him. “Baby, I’m about to cum,” he moaned out his head lolling back from pleasure, you gripped onto the end of the bed and screamed into the sheets.

Eren glanced down after hearing your muttered shouts, he grips the back of your neck and raised you up. “Don’t hid those pretty moans from daddy,” you do as he tells and granted him your beautiful moans.

Spit begins to trickle down your mouth and onto the sheets, “I’m gonna cum,” You yelped he goes faster and creates this low guttural sound, and it made your stomach cave. “Cum on daddy’s dick, cmon.” He encouraged sending strikes to your ass.

You do as he told and marked his dick with your juices, your back arched dangerously with your moans escaping loudly out your mouth.

Eren stilled his hips and painted your insides white, guttural groans emitting from his mouth. “Fuck,” he breathed out as he fell down with you.

You felt his dick still throbbing against your walls, you let out a soft sigh. You felt entirely weak, you couldn’t move. He pulled out with a moan emitting from both.

He plopped beside you, heaving.

You sat quietly in his presence, you hadn’t faced him yet. Until you felt the bed become emptier. You picked your head up, and caught Eren slipping into your bathroom. Second later you heard the water running, then it stopped.

Eren walks out holding a white rag, and pants. You started confused as to where he acquired pants, he grins to your confusion. “I told you,” he says as he pulls you towards him, “I got clothes here.” He smiles softly, while cleaning you up.

What are you doing to me.

Jasper Hale x Black Male reader

READ PART ONE.

Vampirism, Vampire reader, mlm, interracial, religious themes, mention of homophobic family and mother, Jasper country as hell, Jaspers bi/gay awakening, blood, mention of murder, dead deer, pay gorn, readers powers are fluid manipulation, expect that. there is some masochist tendencies from Jasper, top reader, bottom Jasper, shy dom reader, power sub Jasper, lots of guilt, lots of sexual tension. Typical twilight anatomy hard skin, venom saliva, etc etc.

Jasper had no choice.

TROUBLE

❛ dismiss me as a kid tell me i'm barely legal, but barely legal, is legal ❜

synopsis. new apartment, new start? y/n just wants to unpack her life one box at a time—but moving day gets a lot more distracting when her younger, rugged cowboy neighbor, yuji, decides to “help.” sparks fly, boundaries blur, and with the age gap and his dangerous charm, unpacking isn’t the only thing heating up in the apartment…

word count. 5k…I think ?

warnings. cowboy!yuji (aged up) x blackfem coded reader, 18+ explicit smut

an. hii this is my first fic, i hope you like it, i'd loveee feedback

Boxes were stacked along the edges of the apartment like cardboard monuments to a life half-lived, neat in their arrangement but chaotic in their implications–a quiet testament to the life Y/N was trying to rebuild from scratch, piece by fragile piece. She wiped her hands on her jeans, the denim soft and worn at the thighs, faded from too many washes and too many days spent on her knees scrubbing floors or packing up memories she didn't want to carry anymore. The sunlight slanted through the windows in thick, golden beams, making the dust in the air sparkle like something precious, like tiny flecks of gold suspended in amber, and for a moment, she let herself breathe in the stillness, the quiet promise of a fresh start.

Then the sound of a door sliding open made her look up, her breath catching slightly in her throat.

He was leaning in the doorway, one hand lazily tucked into the pocket of his jeans–dark denim that clung to his thighs in a way that was almost indecent–the other holding a coffee cup as if he belonged there, as if he'd been invited, as if the space between them wasn't charged with the kind of tension that made her skin prickle with awareness. But his grin–the slow, cocky grin that spread across his face like honey dripping from a spoon–said otherwise. His eyes glinted with amusement, flecks of gold catching the morning light and making them look almost feral, almost predatory, and Y/N felt a heat she didn't expect creeping across her skin, settling low in her stomach like a slow-burning ember.

"You moving in alone?" His voice was slow, southern, easy–the kind of drawl that made every word sound like a caress, like a promise whispered in the dark. "That's… brave. Stubborn, even. Dangerous combo."

She straightened, lifting a box with deliberate strength, her arms flexing slightly under the weight, her jaw set in a way that she hoped looked confident rather than defensive. "I can manage," she said, her voice steady even as her pulse quickened. "I don't need anyone hovering."

He stepped further inside, not waiting for an invitation, letting the door click shut behind him with a soft finality that made the room feel suddenly smaller, more intimate. The sound echoed faintly in the empty space, and she was acutely aware of how alone they were, how the sunlight streaming through the windows cast long shadows across the hardwood floor, how the air smelled faintly of cardboard and dust and something else–something warm and masculine that she couldn't quite place but that made her stomach tighten with anticipation.

"Strangers, huh?" he said, his lips curving into that signature smirk, dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth like punctuation marks to his amusement. "I like strangers who talk back. Makes things interesting."

She glanced at him, brow raised, trying to ignore the way her heart was hammering against her ribs like it was trying to escape. "I bet you say that to all the new neighbors."

"Only the ones worth noticing," he said, his voice smooth as silk, his eyes scanning her like he was memorizing every line of her body, every inch of her face, every curve and angle and imperfection. His gaze lingered on the way her shirt clung to her waist, the way her jeans hugged her hips, the way a strand of hair had escaped from her ponytail and was curling against her neck. "And you, Y/N… you've got a spark. I'd notice it anywhere."

A faint laugh escaped her, breathless and uncertain, and she set the box down on the counter with more force than necessary, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "A spark, huh? And how would a spark like mine even catch your attention?"

He tilted his head, his hair–soft and pink-toned in the morning light, falling in messy waves that framed his face–catching the sunlight just enough to make him look almost angelic, though the mischievous tilt of his grin was anything but. "Maybe the way you handle those boxes like a general commanding troops. Maybe the way you didn't run the second I walked in." He paused, his eyes darkening slightly, his voice dropping to something lower, rougher. "Maybe the way you're looking at me right now, like you're trying to decide if I'm dangerous or just… tempting."

Her pulse quickened, her hands gripping the edge of the counter tighter, her knuckles going white with the effort of keeping herself grounded. "I handle things just fine," she said, but her voice came out softer than she intended, almost breathless.

"I can tell," he murmured, stepping closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body, close enough that she could smell the coffee on his breath and the faint scent of cologne–something woodsy and warm, like cedar and smoke–that clung to his skin. The air between them seemed to thicken, to pulse with something electric, something alive. "But even strong people… like a little distraction now and then."

She froze, her breath catching in her throat as she caught the glint in his eye, that predator's smile that promised mischief and danger and something she wasn't sure she was ready for but couldn't seem to resist. "Distraction?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "That's… tempting."

"Tempting?" He leaned a fraction closer, his voice lowering to a rough whisper that sent shivers down her spine, his southern drawl thick and deliberate, wrapping around each word like velvet. "Exactly the word I'd use. And if you think you're going to ignore me… well, you're gonna have a problem."

Her chest rose with a shaky laugh, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to keep her voice steady, tried to maintain some semblance of control even as she felt herself slipping, falling into the gravity of his presence. "Maybe I should. Maybe I should just… focus on the boxes."

"Focus is overrated," he said, shifting just slightly, his shoulder brushing against hers as he reached past her to lift the next box, the contact fleeting but deliberate, sending a jolt of electricity through her body that made her stomach flutter and her thighs clench involuntarily. Her breath hitched, and she knew he heard it, knew he felt the way her body responded to his touch, because his smirk widened, his eyes darkening with satisfaction.

"You don't give up, do you?" she said softly, her voice trembling despite her best efforts.

"Not on things worth having," he said, his lips curling into that signature smirk, his eyes never leaving hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that made her feel like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. "And I have a feeling… you're worth it."

The room was suddenly smaller, the air charged with something unspoken, something dangerous and thrilling and impossible to ignore. His gaze lingered longer than it should, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement, and Y/N felt herself leaning into him despite every warning her brain offered, despite every instinct that told her to step back, to put distance between them, to protect herself from whatever this was.

"Alright," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper as she let herself set the box down, her hands shaking slightly as she released it. "Maybe you can help with this one. But don't get any ideas."

"Just one box?" His drawl made the words linger like a promise, like a threat, like something she should be afraid of but couldn't help wanting. "Baby, I don't do things halfway."

"Halfway's fine with me," she replied softly, acutely aware of her own blush, of the heat spreading across her cheeks and down her neck, of how fast her pulse was racing, of how her body was betraying her with every breath, every movement. "Just… don't be overwhelming."

"Overwhelming?" His grin widened, dimples teasing, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made him look boyish and dangerous all at once. "That's my specialty."

And just like that, he carried the next box without waiting, moving with an easy grace that made it look effortless, close enough that she felt every movement, every shift of his body, every brush of his fingers against hers as he set the box down. It was deliberate, teasing, a chase made of touches and glances, smiles and words too charged to be innocent, and she found herself unable to look away, unable to resist the pull of him.

"You're stubborn," he murmured, leaning just slightly closer, his breath warm against her ear, his voice dropping to something intimate and rough. "Makes me wanna chase you even more."

"And you'd better not get used to it," she replied, her voice low, trying to sound stern even as she found herself noticing the way his eyes tracked every movement, how easily he filled the space with his presence, how the room seemed to shrink around him until there was nothing but him and her and the tension crackling between them like lightning.

"Used to it?" he whispered, a glint of mischief in his eye, his lips curving into a smile that was equal parts charming and wicked. "I don't do used to, Y/N. I do want. And I'm very good at getting it."

And that was when she realized it–she didn't want to resist. Not really. Her heartbeat quickened in a way that was thrilling, frightening, and impossible to ignore, and she knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that the chase had begun.

The scent of pine and old paper filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of cardboard and the lingering aroma of coffee from the cup he'd set down on the counter, forgotten now in the wake of something more pressing, more immediate. Yuji hoisted a box labeled "Kitchen – Fragile" with an ease that made it look like it weighed nothing, his biceps flexing under the thin fabric of his t-shirt–a soft gray cotton that clung to his chest and shoulders in a way that left little to the imagination. The muscles in his arms rippled with the movement, a casual demonstration of strength that made her mouth go dry, and he didn't even breathe hard, didn't even break a sweat, just set the box down with a soft thud and turned to look at her with that same lazy, confident smile.

"You know," he drawled, his voice a low hum that seemed to vibrate in the air between them, "this ain't exactly my idea of a first date."

"Who said it was a date?" she shot back, though a smile played on her lips despite her best efforts to remain aloof, to keep her distance. She moved past him, pushing a heavy box of books with her hip, the effort bringing a flush to her cheeks and making her breath come a little faster. The box scraped against the floor with a dull sound, and she felt the strain in her thighs, the burn in her muscles, but she refused to ask for help, refused to give him the satisfaction.

"Didn't have to," he replied, a knowing glint in his eyes as he watched her struggle, his gaze tracking the movement of her body with an intensity that made her skin prickle with awareness. He set the box down with a soft thud, then turned, blocking her path, his shadow falling over her like a blanket, warm and encompassing, making her feel small and protected and trapped all at once. "The way you're trying to pretend you don't notice me… that's a dead giveaway."

She met his gaze, a tremor running through her body that had nothing to do with the physical exertion and everything to do with the way he was looking at her, like she was something precious, something he wanted to unwrap slowly and savor. "I'm noticing you," she said, her voice steady even as her heart raced. "I'm noticing you're in my way."

A low chuckle vibrated in his chest, the sound rich and warm and impossibly attractive, and she felt it resonate in her own body, felt it settle low in her stomach like a physical touch. "Am I, now?" he murmured, leaning closer, his eyes dropping to her mouth, lingering there with an intensity that made her lips part involuntarily, made her tongue dart out to wet them without thinking. "Or am I exactly where you want me to be?"

The air thickened, charged with unspoken possibility, with the weight of everything they weren't saying, everything they were both thinking but refusing to acknowledge. His hand, warm and calloused from work she could only imagine, brushed her arm as he moved to pick up another box, a lingering touch that sent shivers down her spine, that made her breath catch and her skin flush with heat.

Her breath hitched, her voice coming out softer than she intended, almost breathless. "You really are full of yourself, aren't you?"

"Only when I'm right." His fingers trailed down her arm, a feather-light touch that left goosebumps in its wake, and she felt her body respond despite herself, felt her nipples tighten under her shirt, felt the heat pooling between her thighs. "And I'm usually right about things like this."

They worked in a rhythm after that, a silent dance of boxes and glances, of movements that brought them closer together and then pulled them apart again, a push and pull that felt choreographed, inevitable. Each time he passed, his arm would graze hers, his shoulder would brush her back, his fingers would find some excuse to touch her–a hand on her waist to steady her, a palm pressed to the small of her back to guide her, a brush of his knuckles against her hip as he reached past her for another box. The accidental touches felt anything but accidental, igniting a slow burn beneath her skin that spread through her body like wildfire, making her hyperaware of every point of contact, every breath, every heartbeat.

The afternoon light softened as they worked, the sun sinking lower in the sky and painting the dust motes in the air with hues of orange and rose, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor and making the apartment feel warm and intimate, like a cocoon separate from the rest of the world. The windows glowed with the fading light, and the air grew thick with the scent of their bodies–sweat and cologne and something indefinably human, something primal and raw.

"Alright," she said finally, her voice a little breathy as she dropped onto a stack of folded blankets piled in the corner, her legs giving out beneath her with exhaustion and something else, something that had nothing to do with physical tiredness and everything to do with the tension coiled tight in her body, the anticipation that had been building all afternoon. "That's enough for today."

He straightened, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, the movement drawing her eyes to the way his shirt clung to his chest, damp in places from exertion, accentuating the lean muscle beneath, the hard planes of his abdomen, the V of his hips disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. He looked at her, his gaze intense, unblinking, his eyes dark with something she couldn't quite name but that made her stomach clench with want.

"You're tired," he observed, his voice losing some of its playful edge, softening into something more tender, more genuine, and she felt something in her chest tighten at the concern in his tone. "You push yourself too hard."

"I'm fine," she insisted, but her shoulders slumped, betraying her, her body sagging with exhaustion she could no longer hide. "Just… a long day."

He walked over, not stopping until he stood directly in front of her, his legs bracketing hers, his body blocking out the fading light from the windows and casting her in shadow. He reached out, his fingers gently pushing a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a tenderness that made her breath catch, made her eyes sting with unexpected emotion. The touch was feather-light, yet it seared, burning through her defenses like they were made of paper.

"Let me guess," he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheekbone in a slow, hypnotic movement that made her eyes flutter closed, made her lean into his touch without thinking. "You've been doing this all week, haven't you? Trying to prove you don't need anybody."

Her eyes searched his when she opened them again, a silent admission in their depths, a vulnerability she hadn't meant to show but couldn't seem to hide. "Something like that," she whispered.

"It's okay to need a hand, Y/N." His voice was a low rumble, laced with genuine concern, with a warmth that made her chest ache. "Especially when that hand wants to help you."

He sat beside her on the blankets, close enough that she felt the warmth radiating from his body, close enough that their thighs pressed together, the contact sending sparks of electricity through her nervous system. The scent of him–coffee and sweat and something uniquely masculine, something that made her want to bury her face in his neck and breathe him in–filled her senses, overwhelming her, making it impossible to think clearly. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, a faint rhythm against her side, and she found herself matching her breathing to his, found herself relaxing into his presence despite every instinct that told her to be careful, to protect herself.

"You're really… something else," she confessed, a soft laugh escaping her, breathless and uncertain.

"Is that a good something or a bad something?" His eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile genuine and warm, and she felt something in her chest loosen, felt the walls she'd built around herself start to crumble.

"I haven't decided yet," she said, tilting her head back against the wall, eyes closed, letting herself just feel for a moment–the warmth of his body, the softness of the blankets beneath her, the fading light painting patterns on her eyelids. "I usually don't let people… this close."

"Good." He shifted, his hand finding hers, his fingers lacing with hers in a gesture that felt both intimate and possessive, his grip firm and reassuring. "Means I'm special."

She opened her eyes, meeting his, and the light had faded to a soft twilight, the apartment bathed in shades of blue and purple, but his gaze still held that golden-flecked intensity, still burned with a heat that made her stomach clench with want. "Maybe," she whispered, her voice barely audible, the word catching in her throat. The air thrummed with a new kind of tension, a quiet anticipation that made her skin prickle with awareness, made her body hum with need.

His thumb stroked the back of her hand, a slow, hypnotic movement that sent shivers up her arm, that made her breath come faster, shallower. "You're thinking too much," he murmured.

"I think a lot," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "It's how I survive."

"Survival's one thing," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, rough and intimate, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned in closer. "Living… that's another. And you, Y/N, you deserve to live a little."

His lips brushed her temple, a soft, exploratory touch that sent a jolt through her body, that made her gasp softly, her eyes fluttering closed. The kiss was gentle, almost reverent, and she felt something in her chest crack open, felt the last of her defenses crumble under the tenderness of it. She didn't pull away. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, drawn by an undeniable current, by a need she'd been denying for too long. His hand moved from hers, cupping her jaw with a gentleness that belied the strength in his fingers, his thumb tracing the line of her chin in a slow, deliberate caress. His eyes held hers, a silent question burning in their depths, and she found herself nodding, giving him permission without words.

"Yuji," she breathed, the sound a soft plea, a warning, a surrender all at once.

"Just Yuji," he confirmed, his voice rough with desire, thick with want, and then he closed the last inch between them, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

It was a slow, tender kiss at first, tasting of coffee and something wild, something untamed and dangerous. His mouth moved with practiced ease, gentle but insistent, coaxing a response from her that she gave willingly, eagerly. Her lips parted on a gasp, and his tongue met hers in a soft, electric dance that made her toes curl, made her fingers dig into his shoulders as she pulled him closer, needing more, needing everything. She felt herself melt, the careful walls she'd built crumbling under the weight of his touch, under the intoxicating rush of his presence, under the sheer overwhelming rightness of being in his arms.

His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until no space remained between them, until she was practically in his lap, her breasts pressed against his chest, her thighs straddling his, and she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her core through the layers of denim separating them. Her hands found his shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt as the world outside the apartment faded, leaving only the warmth of his skin, the intoxicating rhythm of their breaths, and the sweet, insistent pressure of his kiss.

The kiss deepened, shifting from tentative exploration to urgent necessity, from gentle to demanding, from sweet to filthy. Yuji's hand left her jaw, trailing down her neck with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing the line of her throat, the hollow at the base of her neck, the ridge of her collarbone, sending a shiver of pure electricity across her skin that made her arch into his touch. A low, guttural hum escaped his throat as she responded, her fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, demanding more, needing to feel every inch of him against her.

The world had narrowed to the space between them, a charged bubble of heat and breath and desperate need. She felt the steady, powerful thud of his heart against her ribs, a counterpoint to the sudden, frantic rhythm of her own, and the sound of their breathing filled the quiet apartment, ragged and uneven. The blankets beneath them offered a soft friction as he shifted, his weight pressing her gently back, guiding her down until she was lying beneath him, his body covering hers, solid and warm and impossibly right.

"You taste like everything I've been waiting for," he murmured against her mouth, the Southern drawl roughened with desire, thick with want, and she felt the words settle in her chest like a brand.

"Don't talk," she whispered, the words catching on a breathy moan as his lips left hers to trail down her jaw, to find the sensitive curve beneath her ear, to suck gently at the skin there in a way that made her hips buck involuntarily, made her thighs clench around his waist.

His hands were knowing, confident, tracing paths beneath the hem of her shirt with a deliberate slowness that made her want to scream, finding the soft skin of her stomach, the curve of her ribs, the underside of her breasts, eliciting a sharp intake of air from her that made him smile against her neck. The last vestiges of her hesitation dissolved into a sweet, heady surrender, into a need so overwhelming it felt like drowning, like falling, like flying. She arched into his touch, an instinctive movement driven by a hunger she hadn't realized she was starving for, by a desire that had been building since the moment he'd walked through her door.

With an economy of movement that spoke of experience, of confidence, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his own dark and brilliant with a focused intensity that made her breath catch, that made her feel like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. There was no cockiness now, no teasing smirk, only profound desire and a question she answered with a desperate urgency, her hands pulling at his shirt, tugging it up and over his head to reveal the lean muscle beneath, the smooth expanse of his chest, the hard planes of his abdomen.

Fabric surrendered to necessity, to impatient hands and desperate need. Her shirt joined his on the floor, followed by her bra, and the cool air of the apartment met heated skin, a startling contrast that heightened the senses, that made her nipples tighten into hard peaks that ached for his touch. He buried his face against her neck, inhaling deeply, his breath hot against her skin, his hands mapping the curves and valleys of her body with reverence and hunger, with a thoroughness that made her feel worshipped and devoured all at once.

A soft, breathless gasp escaped Y/N as his lips found the sensitive spot beneath her collarbone, as his tongue traced the line of her sternum, as his teeth grazed the swell of her breast. The feeling was intoxicating–this complete, focused attention, the way his touch demanded her presence, her passion, the way he made her feel like she was the center of his universe. She felt the hard line of his muscle against her softness, the delicious friction of skin on skin, the heat of his body seeping into hers. Every nerve ending seemed alight, humming with anticipation, with a need so intense it bordered on pain.

"You are exquisite," he breathed, the words heavy and real, not a charming platitude but a statement of fact, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes at the sincerity in his voice.

She reached for him, her hands exploring the contours of his back, the sheer strength coiled beneath the smooth skin, the way his muscles flexed and shifted under her touch. A fierce, possessive joy surged through her, a primal satisfaction that he was here, that he was real, that he wanted her with a consuming, beautiful intensity that matched her own.

The pace was slow, deliberate, each touch an exploration, each kiss a confirmation of something unspoken but understood. He moved with a confident patience that drove her wild, that made her want to beg, to plead, to demand more even as he gave her everything. His mouth traveled down her body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, pausing to worship each breast, to suck her nipples into hard, aching points that made her cry out, to kiss the soft skin of her stomach, to trace the line of her hip bone with his tongue. He drew out the pleasure until the tension in her body coiled tighter and tighter, pulling her toward a fever pitch, toward a breaking point she both craved and feared. Her soft sighs turned into breathless little cries as he continued his masterful exploration, as his fingers found the button of her jeans and worked it open, as he slid the zipper down with agonizing slowness, eliciting an answering low, gravelly groan from him when he discovered she was already wet, already soaked through her panties with need.

The feeling was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that swept away the boxes, the move, the past, leaving only the present–the scent of him, the heat of their bodies entwined, the glorious, shared anticipation of what was to come. Her jeans joined the pile of discarded clothing, followed by her panties, and then his jeans and boxers, until there was nothing between them but air and want and the electric charge of skin on skin.

He positioned himself above her, his eyes locked on hers, his weight braced on his forearms, his body a solid presence that made her feel safe and desired and utterly consumed. There was a final, silent moment of connection, a heartbeat where the world held its breath, and then he finally moved to join them, to slide into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that made her back arch off the blankets, made her mouth fall open on a silent scream.

A sudden, sharp "Ah!" escaped her lips, the sound quickly muffled by his kiss, a sound of pleasure and shock and overwhelming fullness as the world tilted and spun, as he filled her completely, stretched her in a way that bordered on too much but felt so impossibly right. The connection was deep, consuming, an undeniable answer to the loneliness she hadn't realized she carried, to the emptiness she'd been trying to fill with boxes and new apartments and fresh starts. The rhythm began, urgent and ancient, a dance as old as time, driving them both toward a shared summit, toward a peak they could only reach together.

The apartment was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, with the soft, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, with the wet sounds of their bodies joining and parting and joining again. Her gasping moans mingled with his low, encouraging words, with the filthy things he whispered in her ear–how good she felt, how tight, how perfect, how he'd been thinking about this since the moment he saw her, how he was going to make her come so hard she forgot her own name. She felt herself clinging to the edge, the intensity building, building, coiling tighter in her core until she thought she might shatter from the pressure, from the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

A drawn-out, shuddering scream tore from her throat as the orgasm crashed over her, as her body convulsed around him, as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain ripped through her in waves that seemed to go on forever. It was quickly followed by Yuji's deep, explosive cry, by the feeling of him pulsing inside her, by the warmth of his release filling her as he collapsed against her, heavy and trembling, his body shaking with the force of his own climax. They lay tangled together, slick with sweat, their hearts hammering a frantic, shared beat against the quiet of the twilight room, their breathing slowly returning to normal as the aftershocks faded.

He shifted after a long moment, propping himself up on an elbow, looking down at her with a soft, possessive smile that made her chest ache with something she wasn't ready to name. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, tender and sweet, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of what they'd just shared.

"See?" he whispered, his voice still thick with spent passion, rough and satisfied. "I told you focus was overrated."

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ALRIGHT IMA SAY IT (dont mind me im js rantin)

I wanna see more Hazbin x black reader fics!! I DO NOT CAREEEE how 'niche' you could say Hazbin is, I want to be a weird black girl who like freaky little animated chaacters and I want them to like me back and I want to be able to embrace my poc-ness in a fic !!!

I understand the 'black reader' concept is still fairly new but gah damn! Im tired of reading a hazbin fanfic and seeing 'Your hair, its striking blonde'— like JEEZ?! Yall seen the reporter lady in there with CLEAR Kinky/Curly hair why cant I be like her?

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Yall been watchin the new season of Hazbin? The songs are way better than the snippets on tiktok made them seem

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #x black reader #black reader #blackreader #hazbin season 2 #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x black reader #charlie morningstar x black reader #hazbin hotel x black reader #alastor x black reader #alastor x reader #vaggie x reader #fanfic #husk x reader #husk x black reader

⋆˚࿔ᝰ.ᐟ twin flames

a phonecall from that handsome man and his daughter!

part two .ᐟ mini series

.ᐟ dad!nanami (+ little nobara) x mom!black!reader .ᐟ fluff

YOU STOOD BEHIND SKYLAR as she sat in front of her ipad at the kitchen table. she had barely been convinced to change out of her school uniform—the seven-year-old more eager to get the confirmation to video call her new friend and chat about whatever kids did.

it had only been a day, mind you.

there was a smile on your face as you watched her click on the contact and press the ‘facetime’ option. nanami had texted a few minutes earlier to confirm that nobara was free to chat.

the ipad rang as you both waited, looking so identical in the camera. sky’s micro locs were down over her shoulders while you had yours in a ponytail with a few falling in the front to frame your face.

nobara picked up after the third ring, seemingly at a table herself, as she beamed brightly into the camera. her father was sitting beside her with matching hazel eyes. “sky!”

“nobara!” your daughter was just as bright. they waved to each other with mirroring smiles.

“hi nobara.” you greeted sweetly. her eyes shifted to you and she waved again. “hi sky’s mommy!” she was in a baggy hoodie that made her hands look like paws as they moved, her hair up in a little ponytail and all her bangs down instead of slightly put away like they had been at the park.

sky still had the biggest grin on her face as she looked at her new friend, brown eyes gleaming in the light that shone over the kitchen table in your apartment. her long-sleeve shirt flowed, matching lounge pants on her frame.

before the two could get swept away in their conversation, nanami moved so he was more in the camera. half his face leaned down beside his daughters as he looked at you and sky and let out a polite greeting. “hi,”

you smiled along with your daughter. “hey, how are you?”

his lips pursed before he responded dryly, “happy to be assisting with this phone call, you?”

with a shrug and soft laugh, you gave your answer, “i’d say the same. not much has changed since yesterday.” he nodded in understanding as he looked at your face through the screen.

what a fine ass man, you thought to yourself.

“sky, your shirt is so pretty!” nobara commented, breaking both you and nanami’s gaze.

sky beamed as she spread her arms to show the shimmering shirt better, “thank you! my mommy got it for me.” she giggled when her hand accidentally bumped into you during her effort to pose for her new friend.

“sorry mommy.”

you giggled along with her and shook your head, “you’re good, pooks. let me get out your way.”

and with that, you waved goodbye to nobara and her father who were still both in the camera. “bye, guys.”

they both mimicked your actions, nobara way more enthusiastic in comparison to her father. “bye-bye, sky’s mommy. thank you for letting me talk to her!”

she was such a sweet girl. “oh course, honey.”

nanami got up from his seat beside his daughter with a soft grunt, “i should leave them to talk too.”

you were amused as you continued to stand beside your daughter, watching the man on the screen. “yeah, it’s girl time now.”

he chuckled as he responded to you. “she would’ve kicked me out the kitchen anyway.”

and with that, you had left the two girls to talk to one another. your plan was to start on dinner and do some work, maybe even tidy up a little bit. anything to keep you out the way of your daughter and her friend, but close enough to monitor as well.

you just couldn’t help it. you loved watching her go through girlhood.

some time later, as you prioritized on pan frying seasoned chicken thighs, you tuned back into the conversation the seven-year-olds were having with one another.

“i want a doggie, but my daddy says he doesn’t know. but, i think if i ask santa, he’ll get it for me this year. daddy will just have to understand.” nobara rationalized on the ipad.

sky nodded along in agreement. “yeah. he can’t go above what santa claus says. that’s like, against the rules or something!”

then she turned to you as if to confirm. “right mommy?”

you hummed as you thought about it, opening the oven to check on your garlic roasted green beans. “hm… santa claus would probably take an adult’s word before a child’s just to be safe. if your dad tells him he’s iffy about the dog, it might not come this year, honey.”

nobara pouted at that, eyeing you through the screen as you walked up behind sky sporting a sympathetic smile.

“ugh, that sucks,” she mumbled. you held back the amused snort that wanted to slip past your lips and instead walked back over to the stove.

the homemade mashed potatoes were practically done, just waiting for a little more cheese—because you two couldn’t help yourselves with your dairy consumption. the chicken thighs were cooking perfectly and the skin was getting crispy in the pan just the way you liked.

you nodded to yourself. another good dinner for the books.

the girls continued to have their conversation. up until you were finally plating dinner for you and sky.

nanami’s voice was heard from the device then, deep and gentle. “pizza?” he asked nobara, fixing her ponytail a bit as he waited for her answer.

she nodded enthusiastically at that, looking up at her father happily. “yes!” and she turned to sky who had scooted back from her ipad a bit to let you place her plate down in front of her.

“i have so much pizza left! my uncle got us, like, 10 boxes of it yesterday.” nobara informed sky, a greedy smile gracing her little face as she watched her father start heating some slices up for the both of them.

“10 boxes of pizza?! is your uncle rich?”

nobara nodded her head. “yes, uncle toru has a lot of money! daddy says it’s… uh… nepoism?”

“nepotism,” he gently corrected from behind the screen. you smiled at it as you placed your own plate on the table, right across from sky.

“what’s that?” sky asked curiously, thanking you as you filled her cup up with her favorite juice. she grabbed at one of her green beans on her plate and took a bite, chewing as she watched her new friend try to explain the definition of a word she barely knew herself, it seemed.

you grabbed your own drink as you listened in.

“uh… i think he, like, was born that way. like his mommy and daddy are rich so he’s rich too. right, daddy?” she asked the man.

nanami answered her right away. “that’s pretty much it, no-no. good job.”

she beamed at the praise, her teeth on display in the camera.

he continued on, shuffling being heard on the device. “nepotism for uncle toru is him having the ability to be a businessman like his dad, simply because that’s his dad and he has connections. like if you ran a unicorn-washing business and you let me be the financial officer.”

both girls giggled at that. a unicorn-washing business sounded so silly!

“wait… what’s a financial officer?” nobara asked, head tilting curiously.

“maybe like, a police officer that’s financial?” sky tried to answer, her own head in a curious tilt.

you laughed as you swallowed your bite of food, “they’re pretty much in charge of where the business money goes.”

both of their mouths opened in understanding, a chorus of ‘oh’s ringing in the air.

amusement was in your tone as you spoke again, “shout out to sky’s dad for teaching something new. ‘nepotism’ and ‘financial officer’.”

you heard his dry chuckle before he responded, “trying to broaden the vocabulary the best i can.”

“i’m gonna talk to mrs. nella about this tomorrow. she’s gonna love my new word!” sky nodded in satisfaction.

you smiled at her. “i’m sure she will, pooks.”

and as much as you loved the atmosphere, you also understood it was getting to be time to wrap it up. “how about we let them go and have their dinner? it’ll be time for you to start getting ready for bed after you finish up.”

sky frowned at your words and put her fork down, eyeing her friend on the screen. “already?”

you snorted. “you two have been on the phone for almost three hours. that’s pretty decent, my love.”

“but we’re having such a good time!” nobara pouted in reply and you couldn’t help how your smile got bigger.

oh these two were going to be a handful together, huh?

“and i completely understand. i swear i do! but it’s dinner time, and almost bed time. you two should eat and get ready and then we can call back to say ‘goodnight’. how does that sound?” you rationalized.

nanami chimed in, “i think that’s a good idea.”

you smiled, taking another bite of your food as you watched your seven-year-old pout. she sighed a bit as she looked at nobara. “okay nobara, i’ll call you before bed.”

nobara’s tone was just as pouty. “okay sky, bye-bye.”

“enjoy your pizza!” you called out. “we’ll talk to you later.”

“thank you, sky’s mommy. enjoy your dinner too!”

“goodbye,” nanami’s voice came in, sounding closer to the camera. their pizza was probably done being reheated. “i’ll make sure she calls you before bed.”

nobara chimed in immediately. “promise!”

sky nodded in return. “me too!”

and the girls said their goodbyes one more time just for good measure.

ugh they’re so cute i’m obsessed with them all. little nobara and dad!nanami just HITS. plus reader and sky are the ultimate mommy daughter duo. happy belated mother’s day to her <3