❝ homecoming, d. starkey. ❞
ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… drew starkey & original black!female character. (third person only; no first or second person perspective.)
ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… black!fem reader, original black character, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, orgasm delay, edging (kinda), soft!drew starkey, soft!boyfriend.
ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where she shows her boyfriend just how much she missed him while he was away.
ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… decided to write my first drew x original character fic! it’s kinda long because it seems like it’s damn nearly impossible for me to write anything short (i love excessive details srry). 18+ readers only! i hope you guys enjoy! likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ᝰ.ᐟ
she slips her tongue between his lips, swallowing the guttural groan that he breathes into her mouth. he slacks his jaw wider, deepening the kiss and reveling in the intrusion as his tongue intertwines languidly within hers. her hands reach up, sliding against the slender curve of his neck and sinking into the luscious tufts of his hair as she tugs him closer until their bodies are aligned.
with their mouths still preoccupied, drew toes off his shoes and absentmindedly kicks them aside before he begins discarding his clothing — undoing the buttons on his collard shirt until the fabric loosens around his shoulders. he shrugs out of the shirt until it falls to the floor with a soft thud.
“missed you,” she murmurs.
drew crouches at the knees, sliding a hand over the curve of her hip as he hefts her into the air. he barres her legs around his torso, his hands holding her up by her ass as he maneuvers them from the front entrance towards the living room.
“i missed you more,” he breathes softly, never once halting the onslaught on her mouth through the maneuver.
it was pathetic really; drew was only gone for two weeks for yet it felt like an eternity for the both of them. it was two weeks without kissing, touching or holding each other. they attempted to make up for the loss of contact through their nightly phone sex conversations but it didn’t elicit the same unbridled pleasure as it did when they were the one’s milking their orgasms from each other rather than on their own accord.
they fall onto the couch as drew sits down. his hands slide over the embowed cupping of her ass as she straddles him — rubbing and kneading the soft flesh through her jeans.
“you’re not allowed to go out of town ever again,” she laments, though only halfhearted in her reprimand as she knew it was a requirement with his job.
(which she was sometimes able to reap the benefits from when he was allowed to bring a guest along to accompany him. in the instances where he wasn’t — she would spend time at home missing him and impatiently counting the days until his return home.)
drew brushes the bridge of his nose against hers as he smirks, “i don’t know…if me leaving means that i’m greeted like this every time i come home then maybe—ah—fuck—”he’s biting down roughly on the skin of his lower lip, eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure when he feels her purse his lips in a pucker as she imprinted open mouthed kisses against his neck.
she arches her hips and fluctuates a slow teasing grind, chafing dryly against his groin. their pants still being on creates a frustrating barrier between them but the fabric of drew’s slacks are thin enough to where she’s still able to feel the outline of his protruding cock that’s rapidly swelling in its girth against both of their thighs.
his head falls backwards, leaning over the edge of the couch. she leans forward, pressing feverish kisses along the column of his throat, still thrusting and whimpering softly.
a tug stirs in her abdomen; her toes curl in anticipation as she feels her bottom lip tremble at the delicious friction between their bodies. it all feels too good; their pelvises nudging against each other’s like this, with drew’s hands still squeezing her ass while she oscillated her working hips on top of him.
her cunt throbs at the friction; the gusset of her underwear slicks stickily with her arousal.
she proceeded with her ministrations until she nears drew to his edge. when she feels his hands tighten their grip around her and hears the shaky exhale of his breath, that’s when she scoots off of his lap and lowers to her knees before her hands begin to work at his pants.
he lifts his hips up so that she’s able to tug them all the way down until they’re pooled around his feet. he moans loudly in content when feels her fingers wrap firmly around his cock. “hnn,” he widens his legs open; allowing her to settle in between his thighs.
drew’s body nearly disintegrates into the cushions the moment he feels her wet lips purse around his cock. his mouth gapes, eyes flutter hazily, nostrils flare as he breathes ruggedly with his chest heaving. she looked like a vision—her perfectly succulent, pink, prim bow lips were wrapped around his cock; her eyes were lulled over in lust, giving her this coquettish seductive look that nearly had drew cuming at the sight—she had a way of doing that, looking so innocent while doing the most vulgar things.
his little tiana was deceptive like that.
she had the face of an angel; beautiful and effervescent in her appearance. but ravenously lascivious when it comes to sex.
a common misconception would be that he was the dominant one in bed, but more times than not, tiana was the one who fucked him into submission, having him cumming mercilessly at her onslaught until his body’s wilt and limp with exhaustion.
his cock lurches in anticipation at the thought of being inside of her again.
she looks up at him again; her eyes doe, feigning innocence, eyelashes sitting high as they shadowed over her chiseled cheekbones, saliva messily dribbling down her chin. her cheeks were hollowed as her mouth puckered around his dick. she maintains eye contact with drew, slacking her jaw wider as she swallows him down inch by inch.
tears sting in the back of her eyes and she nearly gags at the girth of drew stretching against the back of her throat. tiana continues her feat until it’s just a few inches of drew’s cock remaining, too big to stretch further.
she croons at the sight of her lovestruck boyfriend as he sits there, reveled in content and enamor as he watched her. drew always looked beautiful; but it’s moments like this, where his skin’s flushed, eyes are lidded, lips are red and raw and kiss-swollen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, that he looks the most breathtaking.
and it excites her to know that she’s the reason behind these lovestruck looks and has these breathy sounds coming from him. he looks deliciously disheveled and debauched and she can’t wait until he’s finally inside of her again so he can fuck her until they’re both creaming messily all over each other.
her hand squeezes and tugs while her mouth sucks at the swollen flesh. her mouth accommodates to his thickness, repeatedly sucking as her tongue flattens to lick up all of the precum that skeeted from his tip. drew’s hips thrust upward off of the couch, his hand wraps around the back of her neck as he licked his lips, murmuring blubbering appraisals.
she hums at the praises; stroking drew with her hand, fucking him with her mouth as she fluttered her eyes at him. she traced her tongue along the underside of his cock, hearing him gasp a sharp breath.
he mewls, thrusting his hips as he pushed himself further against the back of her throat. “fuck, baby,” she moaned, her throat clicking as she swallowed around the head of his cock.
she inhaled deeply and took him all the way into her throat, until her nose was tickled by his pubic hair. “oh, shit!” drew releases a prolonged moan, his body shivers as she hastens her speed and wraps her hand around the base of his cock, making a tight ring.
his orgasm arrives quick.
the wet warmth of her mouth along with the flirtatious looks and firm tugs on his dick has him conceding to his arousal. his breathing quickens and he’s biting down roughly on his lower lip, leveling his eyes down at her. “i’m close—” he forewarns, his throat clicking as pleasure spreads in his bones. “i’m so fucking close,”
she nods, reaching underneath his thighs as she fondles his swollen balls, prying his orgasm out of him. that’s all it takes before he’s moaning loudly and shuddering as the thick, warm, milky, fluids spill into her mouth. he slumps languidly against the couch, eyes flutter close as he hauls down from his orgasm.
she releases drew’s cock with a loud wet pop, her jaw loosens and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand after she swallowed all of the remnants of his cum.
watching and listening to his visceral reaction stirred a carnal arousal within tiana; whose cunt was throbbing achingly for him to be inside of her. she stands shakily to her feet, hurriedly shrugging off her clothing until she’s left fully nude. she crouched over drew’s languid body, straddling his lap again.
her wetness drags up his thigh as she adjusts herself in his perch so that she’s seated directly on top of drew’s cock again; this time sans any barrier of clothes.
“i love you,” he murmurs sheepishly, still disoriented and dazed from the post fellacio release.
“well, we’ve been together for two years now so i’d hope that you would.” she teases, brushing her fingers through his sweat slicked hair.
“two years, eight months, sixteen weeks, thirty two days,” drew says, reaching down and grabbing her hand, pressing soft kisses against her knuckles.
“i’m surprised that I haven’t tired of you yet.” her smile widens in mirth at his playful offense; he’s got his hand over his chest feigning a wounded heart and his lips jut downward in a pout with his expression reflecting one of a petulant child.
she rolls his eyes at the exaggerated expression, her features softening in awe as she stared adoringly at her boyfriend.
“you know that i love you more than anything,”
her love for him extended beyond any definition. what she feels for him is so much more than just love — it’s everything, infatuation, admiration, content, happiness. and there hasn’t been one instance where those feelings faltered even in the slightest, it’s always been drew that’s had her heart since the first day that they met and they both know it will remain as such until the end of time. it’s the kind of love that she’s always wished for, easy, kind and worthy of fighting for. drew was her life; her everything.
“i do,” he murmurs, reaching his hand up to cradle the side of her face. “it’s why i’m the luckiest man on earth.”
the sentiment makes tiana’s heart swell in enamor and all the teasing is suddenly forgotten as she embraces drew into another kiss, deep and vehement with their tongues messily intertwining and their noses bumping clumsily against each other’s.
his hands tighten around her waist as he leans them backwards on the couch.
regret is only brief as they realize how tightly fitted the couch is with the two of them sprawled out across it like this, but they disregard the hassle and absentmindedly throw the pillows onto the floor and settle towards the middle of the couch still with their limbs entangled. the cushions are soft against drew’s back and shoulders, he’s got his head tucked on the arm of the sofa with his long legs hanging off the ends.
she steadies one hand to grip the arm of the couch while the other slid in between their burning bodies. her fingers caress against the chisel of muscles along his chest, descending lower until she’s got a firmed grip on the engorged flesh of his aching cock. drew shivers, murmuring a soft curse in her mouth at the warmth of her fingers wrapped around him.
she leverages herself off of his hips and angles him at her center. she holds his gaze, nudging her hips forward so that he’s caught at her entrance.
they both choke on a groan, feeling their throats click in pleasure.
then, finally, it’s a reconciliation of their bodies as she withdraws her hand from around the base of his cock and lowers herself down onto him. the tip clefts her open without preamble, the wetness of her arousal makes it an easy intrusion. she tucks her face in his neck, biting down on her lower lip as she feels the pleasure of his entrance licking up her spine. “drew,” she murmurs, already feeling delirious and full of him when he hadn’t even done anything yet.
he nods against her shoulder, needing his own moment of adjustment. “i know, baby, i know,” he murmurs, half-dazed himself as he rubbed a hand down her back.
she arches her hips, feeling drew’s hands guiding the movements as she continued to lower herself until her cunt’s swallowing down more inches of his cock. there’s a painful twinge that spreads through her at the intrusion, his girth stretches her inch by inch, continuing its primal penetration.
the pain is immediately substituted with pleasure as she accommodates to the swell of him inside of her. she exhaled a loud sob when feels him bottoming her out. “okay?” he asks, the question soft as he murmurs it into her hair.
she nods, feeling her cunt squeeze around him, a tell that she was fully adjusted and ready. she lifts her head from its perch and looks down at him; seeing a combined look of mesmerization and sheepishness. she leans in to kiss him; soft, slow and sensual.
drew mimics the delicacy of her pecks, holding her chin between the grasp of his forefinger and thumb, getting lost in her kisses. it’s her that initiates the first move as she wiggled her hips and lifted herself off of him until his cock was halfway spilled out of her cunt. and when it’s just the tip and a few inches of him teasing her, she reclaims her perch on top of him — lowering herself until he’s caught at her hilt again.
“fuck,” he murmurs, feeling his body reverberate at the stimulation.
she whimpers, nudging her pelvis against his as she feels the base of his cock brush against her sensitive clit.
“tiana,” he chokes on a groan barely keeping himself contained.
she moves slowly and deliberately, wanting to feel every inch of him everywhere until her whole body’s trembling with pleasure. she breathes ruggedly, her eyes holding the smothering weight of his stare as she looks down at him watching him unravel helplessly underneath her. her cunt gapes and stretches around the shape of his cock; pulling and suctioning him back in until he’s buried at the hilt.
“sweetheart, you, fuck, you feel so good," he’s a blubbering mess again, his fingers are shaky as they held tightly on her gyrating body while she pistons full body rolls.
it’s a catch and release of him stretching her until he’s caught at her hilt and left with no choice but to withdraw. she relishes in the tremors of his body as he writhed beneath her; how he reverberates whenever she tugs in response, clenching wantonly around him. his breathing labors, dropping a few octaves as he murmurs low expletives under his breath.
her pussy pulls him back in every time he slips out of her; it’s perfect the way they move in tandem, both reciprocating the emphasized movements of their hips, fucking each other into oblivion until their minds are delirious from the clouded pleasure.
he rolls his hips up into her, repeatedly brushing against her g-spot that makes her croon and nearly melt right there in his arms.
she looks beautiful with her skin sheened in perspiration, tits sitting high on her chest with her nipples erected, light stretch marks decorated on her hips, pussy glistening and swollen from his intrusion. her eyes are glossy as tears of pleasure lined in her pupils, her mouth’s parted ajar, throat clicks as choked up sobs and breathy mewls falls off of her kiss swollen lips.
she furrows her eyebrows, catching her trembling bottom lip between the grip of her teeth as she cants her hips, chafing her pelvis against his as she chased her orgasm.
“like that, baby, just like that.” drew purrs encouragingly. his hands round to her ass, shoving her further down onto his cock to where she nearly feels him curled inside of her belly. she clenches wantonly around him; the lewd and noisy sounds of their sweaty skin intermingling ricochets throughout the room.
his fingernails are carving indention marks into the skin on her thighs, but that caring, along with anything else except for the delicious stroke of drew’s cock penetrating her in languorous thrusts is absentmindedly disregarded from her mind.
“baby,” he shudders, his movements are becoming more lethargic in their attempts, indicating that his release was approaching.
she knows that he’s prolonging his own orgasm’s release so that she’s fully satiated first; he persevered through the edging, heeding his virility as he fucks her to her release. “come on, come on,” he urges, desperate and shaking in need.
she arches her back; changing the angle a bit so that she feels every penetration of drew fucking into her deep in her bones. she alternates between bouncing and rolling her hips, desperate to feel him cum inside of her.
on a low, keening whine, her spine tingles, the onset of an orgasm that feels almost too big for her body to contain.
and drew just as needy too, because when he feels the pressure of his balls tightening, he groans gutturally against her throat before sliding a hand in between her thighs. his thumb fondles her clitoris lip, lifting it up just enough so that he’s able to press his thumb against her clit. she moans loudly, tossing her head back as she feels the overstimulating pleasure spread through her.
that’s all it takes before she’s cuming messily, her chest heaves as she feels her body succumb to her orgasm. she continues to fuck herself against him, hearing the timbre of his breathing lower as a tightness tugged in his balls again and his cock lurched inside of her.
“i love you,” she whispers against his lips, hearing his soft whimper of retort.
“i love you too,” he murmurs, choking on a groan as he feels the warmth of his cum leaking from his body as it spills inside of her.
