when the fic has 10k+ words, fluff, angst, smut right at the end, friends to lovers, character who’s down bad for reader, AND Y/N DOESNT ACT LIKE A CHILD
warnings ᯓ★: black reader, southern accent, 18+ reader (19), best friend’s little brother trope, age gap (eren is 17), explicit sexual content, risky sex (people sleeping in the same room), unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, choking, light face slapping, ass slapping, teasing/edging, power play, possessiveness, aftercare, mild breeding kink elements, post-nut clarity
pairing: possessive!eren x black!brattyreader
Description ᯓ★:your best friend’s little brother has always been off-limits. he’s younger, cocky, and the one person you constantly argue with. but after a drunk game of twister and everyone passing out in the living room, the tension that’s been building for months finally snaps. sneaky raw sex on the floor while your best friend sleeps just a few feet away.
your best friend’s little brother always got irritated the second you walked in. everytime you came over he’d make it known with heavy sighs and muttered complaints under his breath.
and when you stayed the night it was even worse. doors closing a little too hard, cabinets shutting louder than necessary.
you two argued about everything, stupid shit mostly. it was constant.
“bro you always talking about boys?” eren would get in your face, voice sharp. “pick me—”
“pick me? eren i never had to go out my way to get picked,” your lips pushed up. kasie would just laugh from her bed. “eren… she’s not a pick me. if anything she’s a hoe.”
you turned quick and pinched her side hard. “you really wanna go there? ‘cause when you needed a ride to—”
she cut you off with a loud fake cough.
“shit is sad and disgusting.” eren stayed leaning against the doorframe, tall as hell, just watching. his eyes stayed on you for a beat longer than they should’ve.
then he pushed off and walked away without saying anything. that part always pissed you off. you hated when he got the last move.
“just let him be,” kasie said, already back on her phone, back facing you.
you crossed your arms tight under your chest. “your brother is really annoying. i’m starting to actually not like him,” you said, voice rising a bit.
“i’m sure he feels the same about you,” she replied, half turning. “you’re the only one he argues with like that.”
you climbed onto her bed, the mattress sinking under you. “really? he doesn’t get into it with your boyfriend or anybody else?”
kasie giggled low, shifting back against her headboard. “maybe it’s ‘cause you’re always here… or maybe…” she dragged it out, smirking. “eren got a big ole crush.”
you pouted your lips, twisting them a bit. “girl i’d never talk to nobody younger than me—especially your brother.” you were taken aback.
the words kinda hung there and you felt a weird little twist in your stomach, replaying how he looked at you from that doorframe before he left. you hated how it stuck with you even a little.
she rolled her eyes, “eren is what like— three years younger than you?” she shifted her lips to the side. “that’s not even bad.”
and that made you frown, “would you talk to my little brother?” you tilted your head, your curls shifting down your shoulders as you stared at her.
kasie smiled, “no.. definitely not—but your older brother.” she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and rolled her eyes back playfully. “the things i’d let him do to me!”
“you’re actually sick.” a soft smile formed on your face and you shook your head, looking at her real judgmental. she was talking about your older brother who fucked five bitches in one day.
“you don’t even know him for real.” you added, voice low.
before she could say something back, her dad came in the room. the door creaked open and his footsteps were soft on the carpet.
“hey girls!” he smiled, his glasses slipping down his nose as he pushed them back up with one finger. “me and your mom are going to this ballet show tonight.”
he paused, clearing his throat awkwardly and shifting in the doorway. “so uh… keep it down, no crazy stuff, and definitely no boys sneaking in here while we’re gone, alright? i mean it.”
you and kasie both nodded quick, trying not to laugh in his face. soon as the door clicked shut the room got quiet for a second, just the low hum of the fan spinning above you and the faint sound of their car pulling out the driveway.
kasie looked at you and busted out laughing first, covering her mouth. she was saying something between laughs but it was all jumbled up and hard to understand.
and as soon as the car lights danced across the blinds, she instantly grabbed her phone and called her boyfriend. you shook your head, smirking. “kasie you not shit for real..” and she really wasn’t.
and 30 minutes later her boyfriend and his friend showed up.
kasie couldn’t help being all over her boyfriend the second he walked in, kissing him and sitting on his lap. the vibe felt a bit awkward at first, everybody kinda just looking around. her boyfriend’s friend sat next to you, legs spread wide in his sweats.
“so what’s up witchu?” he broke the silence, looking straight at you. you shifted your eyes over to him without fully turning your head, acting like you wasn’t really paying him no mind.
“what you mean?” you let out a soft ‘hmph,’
he sucked his teeth and leaned forward a little. “you single, and i’m searching?” he talked with his hands, moving them all extra while he spoke.
he wasn’t ugly at all—actually.. he was really attractive, nice fade, pretty brown eyes, and tattoos peeking from under his sleeve.
“i really just wanna focus on school you know?” you finally faced him, turning on the couch. your knee accidentally rubbed against his thigh as you shifted, but you didn’t move it right away.
after a while you got extremely comfortable with him. yall started talking about all kinds of shit —music, funny stories from school, wild shit yall seen on social media.
the awkward vibe disappeared and yall were laughing for real, leaning into each other. before you knew it yall were exchanging instagrams and snaps, phones out, heads close together while you followed each other.
“let’s play twister!” kasie squealed, holding the beat up box in her hand, shaking it around all excited.
her boyfriend looked over at his friend then back at the group. “i’m down if you down?”
alex grinned a bit, rubbing the back of his arm. “nah i don’t mind,” he said, then turned his eyes back to you. “you playin’ right?” his brown eyes were so soft.
“well since you begging and shit.. i guess i’ll play alex.” you got up from the couch and stretched real slow, arms reaching high above your head, past all your curly hair. your shorts rode up your butt a little as you arched your back.
“can you go get eren?” kasie shifted her lips to the side and looked at you with them big pleading eyes. “i want him to have fun tonight too.”
you sucked your teeth loud and rolled your eyes hard. “okay, i guess.” you dragged yourself upstairs and knocked on eren’s door twice before just walking in.
he was laid back on his bed scrolling on his phone, one arm behind his head, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. “kasie said come play twister with us,” you told him, leaning against his doorframe.
eren glanced up at you, eyes moving slow from your face down to your legs then back up. “why you gotta be the one to come get me?” he asked, voice low.
you shrugged, stepping inside his room a little more. it smelled like his cologne mixed with weed and fresh laundry. “she wanted you to have fun tonight too, i guess. you gone come or you just gonna stay up here being weird?”
he let out a little laugh and sat up on the edge of his bed, legs spread. “you the one always in my house acting like you run shit. now you want me to come play twister like we kids?”
you crossed your arms and leaned against his dresser. “aren’t you like 12?” you scoffed, “this right up your alley boo.”
eren stood up slow, walking towards you. “bet i can show you something they never did at yo’ little university.” he tilted his head slightly, his manbun shifting as he looked down at you.
the way he said it made the room feel hotter. he stopped right in front of you, close enough that you had to look up at him. his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his t-shirt was fitting just right on his chest.
you wanted to find the words, something to say. anything really. “bitch please.” was all you could come up with. you struggled to even keep the eye contact..
he licked his lips and let his eyes drop down to your thighs and back up. “keep playing with me and imma show you just how much i mean that shit.”
he looked at you for a second longer, eyes dark, before stepping back a bit. “and you really playing in them little ass shorts?” he shifted his head to the side, staring hard.
you walked over to his mirror and turned around, checking yourself. “and what’s wrong with them exactly?” you wagged your butt a little in the mirror, smirking.
eren followed you to the mirror, standing behind you. “you don’t see nothing wrong?” he scoffed under his breath, eyes locked on your ass. “your whole ass out and you wanna play twister with people downstairs?”
“just cmon,” you rolled your eyes and walked past him toward the door, trying to ignore the way your skin felt warm from him staring like that.
kasie already had everything set up, she even had drinks lined up on the table like she been planning this.
“oh my god finally!” she clapped her hands loud, all excited. “guys let’s play now!”
you sighed as you finished walking down the stairs, eren inches behind you, his presence heavy. “you didn’t say we was playing drunk twister,” you said, crossing your arms as you got closer to the group.
“it was alex’s idea,” kasie grinned a little, shrugging. “and we all grown sooo.” she crossed her arms too, trying to look innocent.
you balled your lip up softly. “kasie your brother is 17.”
“okay and? eren got a whole tattoo and he smoke weed… he grown enough,” she said, waving you off.
you shook your head. kasie was the real pick me honestly. “okay whatever.” you sat on the couch, legs crossed, already feeling the vibe in the room shifting now that drinks were involved.
eren dropped down on the other end of the couch, spreading his legs wide, eyes flicking over to you for a second before looking away. alex was watching you too, a small smirk on his face like he was waiting for the game to start.
“okay so first everyone take a shot just to get started.” she handed everyone their drinks one by one, all smiley and hyped.
you hesitated for a second, staring at the cup before shrugging and throwing it back. the liquor burned going down your throat. eren swallowed his in one go with no reaction at all, face blank like it was water. alex’s cup was already empty too, sitting it down quick.
“okay so here’s the teams…” kasie spoke, still blinking a little from the shot. “you and eren — and alex and jace.”
kasie just laughed loud, waving him off. “it’s just a game, stop babe.” you side-eyed eren real quick, already feeling the shot warming up your chest.
alex looked a little disappointed but played it off, glancing over at you with them soft brown eyes. the energy in the room felt messy now.
drinks and tension.
the game finally started and you actually started having fun. the boys kept ending up in mad weird positions and it had you giggling nonstop.
jace and alex got twisted up bad, with jace basically sitting on alex’s lap. kasie quickly snapped a picture, laughing her ass off. they tapped out fast and took a drink because neither one of them wanted to stay like that any longer.
kasie kept yelling out body parts and colors, eventually you ended up bent all the way over, ass pressed right against eren. he was holding his core tight, muscles flexed hard under his shirt as he tried to stay balanced.
the position felt embarrassing, especially with everybody right there, but you hated drinking so you refused to fall. “fuck— you’re so flexible,” alex said, looking up at you from the mat with a grin.
eren let out a loud, heavy sigh that everybody in the room definitely heard. you stayed secured on top of him, trying not to slip. “thank you.. i used to cheer!” you replied, breathing a little hard.
you could feel eren’s breath on your back, heavy and warm. his body was tense as hell underneath you and you swore you felt his dick twitch against your ass again through his sweatpants. he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.
“right foot green,” kasie called out. you tried to move but eren’s hand suddenly gripped your waist tight to keep both of y’all from falling. his fingers pressed into your skin a little too hard, like he was frustrated.
alex laughed from the side, still watching you. “y’all look good together like that,” you could tel he was trying to be funny.
eren didn’t say nothing back, but you felt his body shift behind you, pressing forward just enough for you to really feel how hard he was.
your heart was beating fast now. the alcohol mixed with eren’s dick basically resting on your ass was making it hard to focus.
you tried to play it cool but your thighs were starting to shake a little from holding the position.
kasie kept spinning and calling out moves, completely clueless to what was happening. you tried to adjust your foot but slipped a little, pushing your ass back against eren even more. he let out a low groan only you could hear, his grip on your waist getting tighter.
“you doing that shit on purpose?” he muttered behind you, voice deep and rough. his hard dick was pressed right between your cheeks now, thick and warm through the thin material of your shorts.
alex was still talking, trying to get your attention. “you good over there? need me to come help you?” he asked with a smirk.
eren rolled his eyes, and you could feel him holding you tighter. he didn’t want alex nowhere near you. ever. you were starting to get wet. uncontrollably.. you wanted the friction.
you softly pushed back against his thick lining in his sweatpants. soft groans escaped, and eren started grinding into you for a few seconds. not even caring if others saw.
his dick pressed between your cheeks and he slightly shifted up? “want me to show you now?” his words tickled your ear.
your eyebrows shifted and as bad as you wanted to rub your clit you couldn’t. not with everybody right there laughing and playing like nothing was happening.
alex kept talking, still trying to get your attention. “you sure you good? you looking a little stuck,” he said with that smirk, starting to move closer like he was really about to help.
eren’s grip on your waist got even tighter, almost possessive. he pressed his hard dick firmer between your cheeks and rolled his hips slow, grinding into you like he didn’t give a fuck who saw. you had to bite your lip hard to stop from moaning out loud.
“want me to show you now?” he whispered again, his lips brushing your ear, voice low and raspy. his breath was hot against your skin and it sent chills down your back.
you couldn’t even answer him. your pussy was throbbing bad, getting wetter every time he pushed up into you. the thin material of your shorts was doing nothing to hide how turned on you were getting.
eren kept that slow, nasty grind going behind you, acting like he was just trying to stay balanced for the game.
kasie yelled out another color but you barely heard her. all you could focus on was eren’s thick dick rubbing against you and how good it felt.
you pushed back against him again without thinking, chasing that friction even though your thighs were starting to burn from the position.
after an hour of twister everyone eventually passed out drunk. the living room was a mess — empty cups, the twister mat still on the floor, and the tv playing quietly in the background.
kasie and jace were knocked out on the big couch together, tangled up under a thick blanket, her leg thrown over him. alex was sprawled across the smaller sofa, snoring lightly with his mouth half open.
you and eren were laid out on the floor on a pile of blankets and pillows. the room was dark except for the glow from the tv. you were both still kinda awake.
he shifted closer to you under the blankets, then quietly turned on his side to face you. his hair was down now, messy and falling across his face. he sucked his teeth a bit, eyes low.
“why you still up?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“because why would you do that…” you whined softly, your lashes fluttering as you finally looked him in the eyes.
“do? what exactly..” he dragged his words, teasingly. he knew what he was doing. he shifted closer. so close your lashes could touch.
“eren…” you pouted, lips poked out.
you couldn’t help it. your hand slipped under the blanket and into your shorts, rubbing your soaked pussy. eren watched the movement under the blanket and his eyes got darker.
he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled your hand away. “let me do it,” he said, calm and low.
you frowned but didn’t stop him. his long fingers slid under the blanket, under your shorts and panties, and started rubbing slow circles on your wet clit. your eyes rolled back to the stars.
“wait—” you whispered, gripping his wrist. “wait… we can’t… everybody’s right here—”
“so?” he breathed against your lips, slipping one finger inside you. you were dripping. he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes closing for a second like he was savoring how wet you were.
“fuck…” he muttered under his breath, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you under the blanket.
you opened your legs a little wider without thinking, letting him go deeper. the wet sounds were quiet but so loud to you. eren added a second finger, stretching you more, curling them every time he pushed back in. your breathing was getting shaky and you had to turn your face into the pillow to stay quiet.
he kept that steady rhythm, fingers sliding in and out, thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. your pussy kept clenching around him, getting wetter with every stroke. you started moving your hips against his hand, chasing it.
eren pressed his hard dick against your thigh, letting you feel how turned on he was. he was throbbing.
you let out a soft whimper and reached back, grabbing his wrist harder, not sure if you wanted him to stop or go faster.
he didn’t speed up. he kept fucking you slow with his fingers, drawing it out, making your thighs shake under the blanket.
he watched every little twitch in your face — how your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your lips parted, how tight you were squeezing his wrist. you were so close. he could feel your pussy pulsing around his fingers. eren had something to prove.
then he just… stopped.
he pulled his fingers out of you completely and yawned loud, acting all casual.
“the fuck?” you balled up your lips, eyes wide. “eren what are you doing?” you whispered, voice shaky and desperate.
he stretched his arms like he was getting comfortable, still yawning. “i’m tired… goodnight.” he sniffed and turned his back to you, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder like he was really about to go to sleep.
you laid there stunned, pussy still throbbing and dripping down your thighs. your body felt hot and frustrated as hell. you stared at the back of his head, breathing hard, lowkey pissed off but even more turned on.
you nudged him with your knee again, harder this time. “eren… stop playing.”
he still didn’t say anything, just stayed facing away from you, but you could see his shoulders shaking lightly like he was trying not to laugh.
“eren.” you sat up on your elbow now, heat rushing all over your body. you were getting pissed. your pussy was still wet and pulsing and this nigga really had the nerve to play with you like this.
you sucked your teeth loud and crawled over him, literally rolling your body right on top of his before settling down.
your back was now pressed against his stomach, ass nestled right against him. he was still laughing softly under his breath.
“what?” he whispered close to your ear, voice deep and amused.
“don’t ignore me,” you pouted, clearly upset that he got you worked up and then tried to play sleep. you could feel his dick, still hard, pressing against your ass through his sweatpants.
eren chuckled quietly and wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. “okay,” he said, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. his fingers started twirling one of your curls, playing with it while his breath brushed the back of your neck.
he didn’t say anything else for a moment. just kept grinding against you slow, letting you feel every inch of him. his breathing got heavier against the back of your neck. you pushed back against him, frustrated and horny, wanting more.
eren slid his hand down your stomach and slipped it back into your shorts. his fingers found your pussy again, even wetter than before. he rubbed your clit in lazy circles, then pushed two fingers back inside you.
“this what you wanted?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. he started slowly pumping his fingers while grinding his dick against your ass at the same time.
you nodded, biting your lip hard, trying not to make any noise. your hips started moving with his hand, riding his fingers while your ass kept rubbing back against his dick.
eren breathed heavier against the back of your neck. he pulled his fingers out for a second, then pushed three back in, stretching you more. you gasped quietly and grabbed his wrist, but didn’t push him away.
“you mad at me?” he whispered, smirking against your ear as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. “or you just mad cause i stopped?”
you didn’t answer. instead you pushed your ass back harder on his dick, grinding on him. eren groaned low in his throat and finally pulled his hand out your shorts. he yanked your shorts and panties down to your thighs in one quick motion, then did the same with his sweatpants.
his hard dick sprang out, heavy and hot. he grabbed it and rubbed the thick head up and down your soaked pussy, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.
“please put it in.. stop playing eren..” you whispered softly.
eren let out a quiet breath and lined himself up. he pushed the head in slowly, just the tip, stretching you open. he stayed there for a second, letting you feel it before pulling back out. he did it again… and again. just the tip, teasing the fuck out of you.
you reached back and grabbed his thigh, trying to pull him deeper, but he held your hip still with a strong grip.
“if you can’t be quiet—”
“i can be quiet.. just do it!” you cut him off, pushing against him. eren laughed softly. then he finally pushed deeper. stretching you with each inch.
your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering. you reached behind you and gripped the side of his face, pulling him closer. your mouth fell open and even though you swore you could stay quiet, a soft, shaky whimper slipped out.
“shhh,” eren whispered, lips brushing your ear as he bottomed out inside you. he stayed there for a second, letting you adjust to how full you felt.
he started moving — slow, deep strokes under the blanket. the wet sound of your pussy was quiet but obvious between the two of you. every time he pulled back and slid back in, your body trembled.
you bit down hard on your lip, trying to hold it in, but another small moan escaped. eren’s hand quickly came up and covered your mouth gently, his palm warm against your lips.
“you can’t take dick?” he grunted quietly, still fucking you with those long, controlled strokes. his dick was so deep it felt like he was hitting your stomach.
your eyes were watering. the feeling of him stretching your pussy open raw. while trying not to wake up the whole room was making everything more intense.
before you knew it, eren lifted one of your legs, hooking it over his arm. his dick pushed even deeper inside you. you arched your back hard, mouth falling open.
“wait— oh my god—” you whispered, voice breaking. your hand shot down and started rubbing your clit in fast circles, trying to match his pace. your pussy was making the wettest noises now, slick and loud under the blanket with every stroke. you couldn’t control it.
eren groaned low in your ear, gripping your thigh tighter as he fucked you deeper. “you hear that shit?” he breathed. “…pussy creaming all on me.”
you nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. every time he pulled out and slid back in, the wet slapping sounds got a little louder. you were dripping down his dick, down your thighs, making a mess under the blanket.
“eren… slow down,” you whimpered, even though your body was doing the complete opposite. pushing back to meet every thrust.
eren suddenly shoved the blanket down off both of y’all, letting it bunch up around your legs. the cool air hit your sweaty skin and you instantly panicked.
“eren—” you whispered, eyes wide, looking over at kasie and them sleeping on the couch. you were scared somebody was gonna wake up and see him deep inside you like this. raw.
he didn’t care. he just hooked your leg higher and kept fucking you harder now that he wasn’t trapped under the blanket. his hips slapped against your ass quietly but steady. before you could say anything else, he shoved two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue.
“just take this shit—and be quiet,” he grunted low in your ear, still stroking deep. his fingers muffled your moans while he fucked you even nastier, skin slapping skin, sweat dripping between y’all.
you sucked on his fingers desperately, trying to stay quiet while he fucked you deeper. the sound of his hips hitting your ass was getting riskier.
“you scared somebody gone see me in this pussy?” he whispered, voice rough as he curled his fingers deeper in your mouth. you nodded weakly, eyes watering, but your body kept pushing back on him.
he pulled his fingers out your mouth and grabbed your throat instead, turning your head back toward him. he kissed you sloppily, messy and hungry, while still stroking deep. his dick was hitting spots that had your toes curling and your legs shaking.
“then be quiet,” he grunted against your lips, picking up the pace a little. your pussy was making loud, creamy noises with every thrust now. you reached back and gripped his arm tight, trying to ground yourself, but it felt so good.
eren suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling. before you could even react, he flipped you onto your stomach and climbed on top of you, pressing you down into the blankets. he spread your legs wider with his knee and pushed back inside you in one deep thrust.
“fuck—” you moaned into the blanket, gripping it tight. this new position felt even deeper. eren laid his whole body on top of you, chest pressed against your back, and started fucking you.
you couldn’t even be quiet anymore. your best friend’s little brother had you acting completely out of character, moaning and whimpering like you had no sense. and the crazy part? you loved every single second of it.
eren wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you back harder, forcing your back to arch deeper. you let out a soft, broken gasp as he sank even deeper inside you. it was too much. the wet sounds, your moans, his low grunts — it was all getting way too loud for people being asleep just a few feet away.
his eyes were dark and locked on your face, not looking away for even a second. he gripped your neck tighter, controlling you. “talk to me,” he said softly, almost sweetly, while still stroking deep.
“i— oh my go—” your voice cracked, breaking off into a whimper. you reached up and grabbed at his hand around your throat, trying to loosen his grip a little so you could breathe properly, but he wasn’t letting up.
“no,” he whispered, slowing his strokes just enough for you to really feel every thick inch stretching you open. “say it. say ‘oh my god, eren… you fucking me so good.’”
he gave your face a soft little slap, just enough to sting sweetly, matching the low groan in his voice. his eyes stayed glued to yours, waiting.
you swallowed hard, voice shaky and weak. “oh my god… eren… you fucking me so good,” you moaned quietly, the words barely making it out. saying it out loud made your pussy clench around him even tighter.
eren groaned deep in his chest, satisfied. “mhm… say,” he whispered, still stroking deep and slow. “say ‘i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother.’”
you hesitated, embarrassed, but your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. he felt it and let out a low chuckle, tightening his grip on your throat.
“say it,” he repeated, slapping your ass hard enough to make it sting. “don’t get shy now.”
you whimpered, voice shaky and broken as you finally gave in. “i… i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother…”
“yeah?” eren’s voice dropped even lower, sounding pleased as hell. he started fucking you harder, deeper, like your words turned him on even more.
eren kept that same slow, deep pace, dragging it out on purpose. he wasn’t rushing at all. every stroke was intentional, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making your toes curl.
“that’s crazy,” he whispered against your neck, voice low. “all that arguing… and now you letting me fuck you right here on the floor.”
he reached around and rubbed your clit in slow, teasing circles while still stroking deep. your legs started trembling again. you tried to push back against him but he held your hip still, keeping full control.
“slow down…” you breathed, even though you didn’t really want him to.
eren kissed the back of your shoulder softly. “you don’t want me to slow down,” he said quietly, almost teasing. “you just scared you’re gonna get too loud and wake them up.”
he kept fucking you slow, making sure you felt every inch. “you feel how deep i am? you really want me to pull out and waste all this nut?”
you shook your head weakly, eyes rolling back. “mm-mm… i don’t… i don’t want you to,” you breathed, voice shaky and broken.
eren let out a quiet, mocking laugh and gripped your hip tighter, still stroking deep and steady. “that’s what i thought,” he muttered. his breathing got heavier against your neck as he chased his nut.
he sped up just a little, giving you longer, harder strokes while keeping his voice low. “i dont— wanna pull out okay?” he groaned, “don’t make me pull out..”
your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. eren groaned softly in your ear, clearly enjoying how your body reacted to him.
“tell me you want it,” he demanded quietly, lips brushing your skin. “tell me you want me to nut in you.”
you stayed quiet, breathing hard, trying to hold onto the last bit of pride you had left. eren slowed his strokes down to a torturous pace, dragging his dick almost all the way out before sliding back in deep.
“don’t play with me,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and dark. he gave you one hard, deep thrust, making your mouth fall open. you whimpered into the blanket, your pussy clenching around him uncontrollably.
“eren…” you whined softly.
“say it,” he pressed, gripping your hip tighter, still moving painfully slow. you finally broke, voice shaky and small.
“…i want it,” you whispered. “i want you to cum inside me.”
eren let out a satisfied, cocky breath. “there you go,” he muttered, finally picking up the pace again. “wasn’t that hard, was it?”
“see.. my good girl.” he tightened his grip on your hip and started fucking you harder, deeper, chasing his orgasm.
his breathing got rough and ragged against your neck. after a few more deep strokes, his body tensed up completely. “fuck…” he grunted quietly.
his dick throbbed hard inside you as he pushed all the way in and held himself there. you felt thick, warm spurts of cum shooting deep into your pussy, pulse after pulse. he kept pressing his hips forward like he wanted every single drop to stay as deep as possible. there was so much it started leaking out around his dick while he was still inside you.
eren stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing heavy against your neck, twitching every few seconds as he finished emptying himself.
when he finally pulled out slowly, he turned you gently onto your side to face him. without saying anything, he wrapped both arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest, holding you protectively. one of his legs slid between yours as he tucked you close against his body, almost like he was shielding you.
“come here,” he whispered, voice low and a little possessive. he pressed your head into his chest and wrapped you up even tighter, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back while the other rested on your waist.
“you good?” he asked softly, kissing the top of your head. “i got you… just relax.”
he kept you locked in his arms, warm and secure, like he didn’t want even an inch of space between you two. his breathing slowly evened out as he held you, clearly not planning on letting go anytime soon.
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BEFORE YOU READ….
Killing Me Softly is a modern-day Attack on Titan AU. No Titans. No canon universe. Just familiar faces reimagined in Atlanta’s music industry. You don’t need to know anything about Attack on Titan to enjoy the story.
“f-fuck—’con! get offa meeemmh!” you whine in half-complaint, half-pleasure when he has you flat on your back, clothes discarded fresh off the wake up. you were in deep sleep less than 10 minutes ago but connie woke up with a craving knowing you were freshly waxed and always warm and dripping wet in the AM.
you cannot be freshly waxed around connie—it’s basically a death sentence. that little ‘no sex for 24-hours’ warning your waxer gave you? your eater of a boyfriend couldn’t care any less. not one bit. don’t get him wrong though—connie loves you no matter what. shaved, grown out, untouched. he’s never been picky about that. but when that 6 week appointment hits and your chubby folds are soft, letting him get a clear view of the sensitive bundle of nerves calling his name—he’d tug your panties down right outside the shop again if you’d let him, eating like he lives and breathes for it. your pussy is connie’s therapy. basically.
that’s why the sun barely had a chance to rise before he had you a moaning mess, your body responding before your brain could catch up. the heat pooling between you had him grinning with your whole pussy filling his mouth. the bottom half drenched in your creamy arousal while he presses his tongue flat on your throbbing clit. nasty ‘slp, slp, sllp, slrp’ sounds filled the room as you thrashed around the bed with a muffled “stop movin’” vibrating against you as he follows you wherever you go. your pussy is loud at this point—you know almost a hundred percent it can be heard from the other room.
“pa—you—need t’—stop—this—shiittt!” you gasp, voice breaking between moans and frustration as your long nails claw through his bleached buzzcut. a sigh falls from your lips when you feel him finally ease up only for the pads of his fingertips to land precisely on your clit, the mixture of his spit and your cum making the delicious friction slippery. connie’s bottom lip disappears between his teeth while you attempt and fail to catch your breath while his fingers perfectly fit between your fat pussy lips. your legs instinctively close around him as he rubs faster which was apparently the last straw the way one of his built arms pushed one of your legs to your chest—fully exposing you again before he decides to start repeatedly slapping the cum out of your swollen cunt. “what i tell you? keep movin’ like you don’t love me abusin’ her.” you grow embarrassed when he calls you out while he watches you grow wetter, legs trembling every slap before you reach for his hand. “let me make connie baby cream, ‘m almost done.”
a/n: woke up with the head cannon that connie loves freshly waxed pussy…anyways happy monday!
request: ‘Y/n showing her ass all on ig and ony fucks her shit up (and records it so he can show all her followers who really run shit🙂↔️)’
some more inspo vids: 1 & 2 & 3
ur mind is so powerful and that vid is *chef kiss* here you go nonnie hehe/// cw include: there’s actually a little bit of plot *gasp*, mentions of drinking, reader is a little tipsy throughout the story, protective!ony, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink, ony is a tease, dirty talk, praising, rough sex, creampie, rushed ending i’m sawry/// wc: 5.4k
“can you see my thong when i bend over?
ony’s eyes, that were previously fixated on the tv, flicked over to your form, pupils zooming in on the thin fabric of your thong that peeked out over your jeans. his full lips lifted into a smirk, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. “yeah i can see it, don’t do too much bendin’ over.”
“yeah, yeah, whateverrrrr. the fit looks cute though right?” you did a little twirl for him, the obnoxious sounds of your heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoing throughout the room. ony paused his game, his eyes drinking in every inch of your outfit.
his pointer and middle fingers curled, beckoning you over to where he was sitting on the couch. as soon as you were in reach he yanked you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his thick thighs. “where are y’all heading to again?” he asked, tatted fingers trailing along the bare spots on your back.
your hands ran along his toned chest, his thin wife beater making it easy for you to feel every muscle and ridge. he always liked the way your long acrylics felt against his skin, it was almost comforting, in a way.
“we’re just gonna get some drinks, and then maybe go roller skating. nothin’ too crazy baby,” you’d lean in and give him a big smooch, but your lip combo was looking extraaaa perfect tonight.
his big hands cupped your ass over your jeans, before slowly moving up the play with the visible strings of your thong. “gonna be good tonight right? not gonna make me come up there and put nobody on a t-shirt right?”
ony knew you were as faithful as they came, and trusted you with everything in him, but what he did not trust was those thirsty sluts at the roller rink—especially the notorious connie springer. if he had a dollar for every time he heard about connie sweeping some girl off her skates he’d be a goddamn millionaire.
“don’t trip baby, it’s just gonna be me and the girls. if anyone tries it with me you’ll be the first to know,” and with that you were standing up. you bent over to give ony five featherlight kisses, careful not to mess up your lip gloss.
“be safe, i love you mama.”
“i love you more papa ❤︎”
( one mango margarita and three shots of tequila later . . . )
ony clutched his poor phone in irritation as he watched you act a complete fool on your instagram story. it started smooth at first, just a couple boomerangs and videos of you and your friends enjoying your time at the bar, but then he peeped that as he clicked through your story you seemed to be getting more and more lit.
what really did it for him was seeing you hang halfway out your friends car, your hips moving rather seductively as you shook your ass to the trap song that was playing over the stereo.
‘y/n, get your ass back in here! i’m not tryna get pulled over!’ he could hear your friend, who was the designated driver, say in annoyance.
you were already so lit and it’s only been an hour . . . what was he gonna do with you?
“ooou this girl is gonna be the death of me,” ony sighed, swiping over to the phone app. he looked over his contacts before clicking on ‘sun and stars ★’ aka you. the line rung six times before going to voicemail, but did that stop him from calling once more. on the fourth ring the line finally picked up, the sound of loud music and jumbled voices already giving poor ony a headache.
“babe?” he heard your cheery voice on the other end. wow, he hadn’t even realized how much he missed you until he heard your voice, his heart clenching at your missing presence. “hi baby, everything all right? i saw your story n’ it looks like you’re having a good time.”
“i ammmm, oh my gosh babe we gotta come here together sometime. i think s’like couples night or sum, everybody’s skating together and bein’ all sexy it’s making me miss youuuu.”
ony chuckled at the slurring in your voice, his thumb running over the tattoo of your name on the side of his pointer finger. fuck, he missed you.
it was quieter on your end of the line now, the loud music now nothing but a distant hum in the background. you must’ve went off to the bathroom to hear him better. “i miss you more, mama. n’ you know i can’t skate, i’d bust my ass every time!” he almost wanted to pout when you busted into a fit of giggles. oh how he wished he could hear your laugh in person.
“it’s okay, papa. m’gonna teach you and then we’ll be the sexiest couple in here,” you had a slight purr in your voice, and as shameless as it was, it did make ony’s dick jump a little. before he could say anything else you spoke once more, “i should get goin’ before they start looking for me. i’ll text you when i’m coming home, love you baby.”
ony’s head fell against the plushness of the couch, his lips turning into a frown. “i love you more, be good.” you giggled once more, promising that you’d be on your best behavior before hanging up, leaving onyankopon by himself once again. might as well make a little something for you to eat when you got home.
while ony whipped up something special for you at home, you were skating your heart out, doing all sorts of tricks n’ moves while your friends were fighting for their lives trying to keep from falling.
“yo, you’re pretty good.”
you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your shoulder, your body shrinking away out of instinct. any man’s touch that wasn’t ony made you wanna gag. seriously, like, who did these men think they were putting their grimy hands on you???
the man must’ve thought you were falling, because his grip on your shoulder tightened, pulling you closer to him. you hummed and moved a little to the side, the pace of your legs never faltering. once there was a safe distance between you and the stranger you finally spoke.
“thanks. i used to skate a lot when i was a kid,” your tone was short and dismissive. why was he even talking to you with this loud ass music in the background???you finally looked at him to get a good look at his face, and i’m assuming y’all already know who it is. sigh. you could already feel your buzz fading away.
you couldn’t deny that connie was handsome, but he wasn’t ony. no one could ever compete with your ony. whether it be looks, strength, book smarts, street smarts—anything the average human could do, onyankopon could do it better. at least that’s how it worked in your mind.
connie offered you a sweet smile, “do i know you? you look real familiar.”
“you might. i’m with onyankopon, i know y’all run in the same circles or whatever.” as you and connie talked the flash of someone’s phone hit you both, startling you the tiniest bit. you ignored it, deciding to keep the conversation with connie going until the song ended, but before you could even bid him farewell you heard your name being called numerous times.
your friends were standing at the entrance/exit of the rink, their skates now replaced with heels. you glanced at connie, muttering out a quick ‘see ya around’ before using a nearby railing to get out of the rink.
“that felt like the longest five minutes of my life,” you sighed, sitting on the nearest bench. “why do you guys look like that?” no one said anything, instead your phone was placed in front of your face, and what you saw made you actually gag.
it was a video of everyone in the rink skating to some rnb song, and there you were, front and center with connie by your side, his signature smirk gracing his lips.
“fucking ew! why do they have to get me, of all people, on candid camera with him? disgusting,” your nose was scrunched in disgust as you undid the laces to your skates. “ugh, i know right. let’s go do something else, i heard there’s gonna be a slide show not too far from hereeee. we should go there instead, yeah?” your best friend said, wiggling her phone in front of your face.
“a slide show? i don’t know girl, ony would be pissed. you know he don’t want me around that shit.” you knew your boyfriend well, and anything that had to do with a bunch of charged up men and expensive cars sounded like a bad situation to him, especially if he wasn’t there with you.
“don’t trip it’ll only be for like ten minutes, i promise. unless you wanna be lame and get dropped off”, your friend teased, and that had you pouting. you wanted to be good and listen to your boyfriend, but you also didn’t want the night to end quite yet.
“i got a blunt we can smoke on the way thereee,” your friend added. now that peaked your interest.
“well . . .”
[ 8 missed calls from my love ❤︎ ]
[ 6 new messages from my love ❤︎ ]
my love ❤︎ : please tell me you’re not where i think you are.
my love ❤︎ : baby answer the phone
my love ❤︎ : answer now or i’m coming up there.
my love ❤︎ : i’m omw.
“this fuckin’ girl,” ony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knew you wanted to have a fun night with your friends, but this was an absolute no no for him. you not answering your phone, but still posting on your instagram story didn’t make things any better either.
he found the nearest parking spot he could and jumped out of the car, his feet moving before he could even lock the car. it seemed the slide show had turned into a party type of situation, groups of people and nice cars scattered throughout the street. he whipped out his phone, pulling up the find my app to pinpoint your exact location.
after ten minutes of searching and bland, one minute conversations with his friends, onyankopon finally found you. you were dancing to music playing from someone’s car, your behind backed up against your friends front. if he wasn’t so irritated with you, he would’ve stayed a few minutes longer in that spot to watch you dance some more.
you looked breathtaking, per usual. all the gold jewelry you were wearing had you looking like a walking goddess—his goddess.
ony took his time walking over to you. he could feel a smirk fighting its way onto his lips at the thought of your poor little face realizing you were somewhere you certainly shouldn’t be.
“y’all cute,” he called out in his most sarcastic tone. your body froze, panic flooding through your veins. fuck, has it been more than ten minutes?
you stood up straight, your bloodshot eyes connecting with ony’s chocolate ones. “h-hey baby! what’re you doin’ here?” your body was stiff as you walked over to him, careful not to trip over your heels. once he was in arms reach you fell into his chest, his musky, natural scent igniting a warmth in your lower half.
everything around you was muffled, all you could focus on was the steady beat of onyankopon’s heart. suddenly, he pulled away, muttering something about you hopping on his back. with little strength you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist.
you turned to your friends, offering them a weak wave as ony carried you away, not saying a word. once you both made it to the car, he carefully set you inside, and adjusted your limbs so he was able to buckle you up.
the second he got in the car you turned to him, your lips pulled into a pout. “how drunk are you right now, babe?” he asked, taking your chin between his fingers to examine your face.
“i’m more high than drunk, but i’m fine, i don’t feel sick or nothin’,” your voice was quiet as you spoke, your hooded eyes looking anywhere but at him. “are you mad at me ony?” your eyes finally locked with his.
ony shook his head, “i am, but it’s okay we’ll get it sorted out at home. drink some of that water for me.” your eyes flicked to the water bottle that was dripping with condensation in the console. it looked heavenly to say the least.
the drive home was quiet besides the music playing quietly in the background, and you taking a few gulps of water every now and again. ony’s hand was glued to the thickness of your thigh the entire time, squeezing the jean covered flesh every couple of minutes.
he was silent when he parked the car in front of your apartment building, and he was silent on the way up to the apartment. he was quiet as church mouse when he helped you take off your heels, his lips pressing soft kisses your ankles when he took each heel off, and he was still silent when he helped you take off your top, leaving you in your bra and jeans.
ony knelt between your spread legs, his hands gripping onto your thighs for stability. “before i go ahead, just tell me one thing, did you have fun, baby?” his eyes softened as he waited for your response. you nodded, a small smile coming onto your lips.
“that’s good, i’m glad you had fun. now can you tell me why you were all the way in the city and not answering your phone?” his thick brow raised up, awaiting your response.
you nibbled on your bottom lip, the lip combo you were so proud of hours ago now smudged away. “we were sick of the roller rink, and jasmine heard about this slide show happening in the city sooo we went down there just to see what was going on. i tried saying no, i really did, baby, but then she bribed me with a blunt and full control of the aux so i caved.” your fingers began to fiddle with his own.
“i’m so sorry i didn’t answer i just a little too, um, immersed in my activities. and i’m sorry about the connie thing—”
“wait. what connie thing?”
your lips pulled into a straight line, your eyes squeezing shut in defeat. why, oh why did you have to bring that up?
“y/n, talk to me. use your words,” ony’s thumbs rubbed little circles into your thighs, silently telling you he’s not angry, and will not get angry at your response. he knew better than to think you tried anything with connie, he just wanted to know out of pure curiosity.
“well, since you asked—that lame came and talked to me. he be acting all nice n’ shit like everybody don’t know how much of a dog he really is.” ony couldn’t help but laugh at the scrunched up look on your face as you talked about it.
“and i guess the roller rink has an insta page or something, because next thing you know there’s a video of me and constance skating together. he followed me and liked everything on my story not even a half hour later—the man has zero shame! like, how’re you gonna waste my friends time, then come onto me like she’s not my friend and i don’t have a boyfriend?! granted, he only did say hi and complimented my skating but—”
ony could only smirk as you tipsily babbled about connie, and eventually moved on to a whole different topic. he didn’t interrupt you, instead he let you ramble on and looked at you with nothing but infatuation in his eyes.
suddenly your phone pinged, a notification from instagram popping up on your lock screen. “mmcht, speak of the devil,” you grabbed your phone, and opened the notification, showing ony exactly what you were talking about.
connie_springer replied to your story: i hope to see u again next time. we barley talked
ony read the message three times, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “‘barley’ . . . illiterate bitch.” it was silent for a few beats before you both burst into giggles.
now, you don’t exactly remember who initiated the kiss, but somehow ony managed to kiss you breathless, pinning you to the bed while his lips hungrily chased your own. his thumb pushed down on your chin, widening your lips just enough for him to slip his tongue inside your mouth.
“missed you baby,” he muttered against your lips. you tasted like spiked lemonade and strawberry gloss, an odd yet, salivating combo. you responded with a moan, your leg lifting up to wrap loosely around his waist.
“i wanna fuck.”
onyankopon grinned, his nose playfully nudging against yours. “all that liquor and weed went straight to your pussy hm?” his tone was teasing as he blindly reached between your bodies to undo the button of your jeans. “turn over, wanna take you from the back.” ony pecked your lips three times before helping you turn over, his strong hands moving towards your hips a second later to lift you to your knees.
the view before ony’s eyes was perfect.
you smiled when you saw a flash behind you—onyankopon loved taking him some pictures of his pretty girlfriend. you whipped your head around, your eyes flicking to ony’s concentrated one’s.
“you still mad at me baby?” you purred, playfully sticking your ass out more. a whine bubbled in your throat when you felt his bulge press right against your ass. ony kissed his teeth, “be quiet, y’know i wasn’t even mad in the first place. now look at the camera.”
you looked directly in the camera, you fluttered your lashes and gave him a tiny smirk before he took at least thirty pics of you in the same position. “beautiful . . .” you heard him mutter. you grinned, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.
“mm, you should post it that. connie follows you right? i think it’ll be funny.”
“what do you think i’m doin’, mama?” ony flashed you a smile, his fingers typing furiously at his phone before tossing it to the side. your phone dinged, a notification from instagram popping up. “d-did you tag me?” your breath hitched when ony tugged your jeans in one swift motion, the waistband now on the backs of your knees.
ony knelt down, now eye level with your panty clad pussy. “i did, but you can look at that later,” was all he said before tugging your thong to the side, his warm tongue cupping your clit with quickness. you hummed in content, your face nuzzling into the comforter. ony traced slow, gentle circles around your clit, his tongue swiping down every couple of seconds to collect more of your essence on his tongue.
“f-fuck babe.” ony could hear your tiny voice whine, your hips now back and forth. he kissed your clit one last time before kissing his way up your pussy, his tongue slipping into your cunt with ease. his thumb replaced his tongue, rubbing tight, little circles on your clit.
onyankopon wasn’t shy to let you know that he liked giving you head. in just mere minutes he’d be moaning into your pussy and caressing your thighs delicately, mumbling little praises every now and again just to make sure you got the hint hehe.
your back arched when he rubbed the middle of his tongue, the softest part of it in your humble opinion, sloppily against your clit, dribbles of your essence now dripping off his chin and onto his chest. “yeah, y-yeah, keep doing that and i’ma cum,” your breath quickened, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your stomach got tighter n’ tighter.
“mmph, yeah? you gonna cum in my mouth baby? lemme hear you,” ony’s thumb pushed the skin above your clit up, exposing it even more to his skillful tongue. “y-yes on—y!” your kiss bitten lips dropped open, back arching impossibly deep when you felt his fingers pinch your clit.
“try that again, what’s my name? whose mouth are you gonna cum on?” as tipsy as you were, your cheeks still went hot at the mention of his ‘bedroom name’. truly you weren’t into calling men daddy at first, it put a sour taste in your mouth—but then ony came along. sure you called him ‘pa’ and ‘papa’ occasionally but this just felt . . . different. he didn’t push you into calling him anything during sex, only suggesting it, and you were sure you’d never even think to call him daddy . . . until one night, when he had you folded up, your spent pussy pulsing around his dick as you chanted his new name like a prayer.
“i-i’m, i’m gonna cum on your m-mouth *huff*, daddy.”
“atta girl,” ony hummed, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. his middle and ring fingers slipped into your clenching entrance, immediately bumping into that spot that had you squealing. he would’ve made you cum whether you called him daddy or not, he just liked to fuck with you when you got like this. so annoying.
your thighs began to shake, your orgasm approaching closer and closer. “hah! hah! f-fuck m’cumminggg.” ony pushed your weight forward, his face burrowing into your pussy as he slurped and sucked up your cum like it was the finest wine he’d even tasted.
he licked you through your orgasm until you were whining oh so cutely in overstimulation. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his tongue running over his lips just to make sure he didn’t miss anything.
“fix that arch,” ony grunted, tugging his sweats down in one swift motion, his achingly hard dick springing free. you mewled, fixing your position as you mentally prepared for the insane dicking you were about to receive.
he bent down, pressing one, two, three soft kisses across your waist. “you’re so pretty, look at me one more time,” you felt his warm hand squeeze your waist as he spoke, his words laced with love and adoration. you slowly craned your neck to look at him. your eye makeup was already becoming a little streaky, and your lips were all swollen—probably from biting them so hard.
“thank you baby, but with all due respect save the sappy shit for the aftercare, i need your dick now,” your tone was playful, but he could tell you really needed it by the way your hips started to shimmy. ony grinned, his hand reaching down to grip his leaking cock. he slapped it against your ass cheeks a few times before slipping himself between your folds, your wetness and warmth embracing him like the universes’ warmest hug.
he hissed, his teeth catching onto his bottom lip when he felt your hand press his cock impossibly close to your pussy. you could feel the dull throb of him against your clit, and it had you feeling dizzier than any liquor ever could.
“put it in, baby. i need it,” you whined into the comforter. your clit had a heartbeat in it so aggressive, it was borderline painful at this point. ony had had just about enough of his teasing too, because he fulfilled your wishes and filled you up with his dick the second you finished speaking. he was in to the hilt, your pussy gripping him like a vice as you tried to adjust to his size.
he pulled out less than halfway before slowly pushing back in. he did that over and over until he began a steady rhythm. “you’d think after all the times we done fucked you wouldn’t be this fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, slapping your right ass cheek with force.
ony noticed you becoming greedy for more, your hips seeming to have a mind of their own as you tried to match his slow strokes with quicker, sloppier movements. he fisted the flimsy of your thong, careful not to rip it. “slow. the fuck. down.” he growled in between strokes, making sure you felt each puncture of his dick against your cervix.
he tongued the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself for a moment before halting his movements. he puckered his lips, letting a glob of spit fall onto your untouched hole. he felt your body tense, a smirk coming onto his lips as he watched the spit trickle down and mix in with the creamy mess that was you.
before you could whine about his lack of thrusts, he started up a steady pace again, eventually getting faster and harder as the minutes ticked by. “you like that?” he grunted, using his free hand to push your head further into the mattress. you nodded as best as you could, “y-yes, daddy, i fu—huckin’ love ittt.”
you felt him in your stomach, your chest, your fucking head. you felt it everywhere—all your senses consumed by him.
in between his brutal strokes ony had a sudden need, he wanted a kiss. without stopping the rolls of his hips, he pushed your lower half down, his arm wrapping itself around your neck to prop your head up. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, a line of drool slipping from your trembling lips and onto the comfort that was already soaked with your tears.
his pace switched from fast to slow, his hips snapping against your backside rather roughly with each thrust. “kiss me,” you heard him whisper into your ear, his hot tongue lolling out to lick over the shell of your ear.
“come on, baby. you can do it. jus’ turn your head a lil to the left and give your ony a kiss.” it took literally every ounce of strength you had to turn your head, but you succeeded and got rewarded with a very sloppy kiss. he sucked on your bottom lip, and then your tongue. his kisses tasted tart from previously devouring your pussy.
your feet thrashed against the bed, a moan getting caught in your throat as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a semi—unexpectedly mind you. ony pressed his pelvis harshly against your ass, his hips moving in slow circles to draw your orgasm as long as possible.
“can’t— *hiccup* c-can’t take anymore pa,” you sniffled, fat tears rolling your puffy cheeks. ony kissed you, long and slow, before pulling away. “yeah you can, stay like that,” he muttered, pushing himself up. his thighs were on either side of your hips, his dick still snuggly sheathed inside your aching cunt.
his hands squeezed at your ass cheeks, spreading them so he could get a view at the way your pussy gripped him. your mouth parted in a silent scream when he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding an extra inch deeper. “too deep, ony! t-too deep,” you panted, your manicured hand reaching behind you to slap against his lower stomach.
“keep your hand there, s’not gonna stop me, baby. it never does,” he breathlessly chuckled, rolling his hips. something felt off. very, very off, like you were about to—
ony was slightly taken aback by your force as you pushed his hips back, his soaked cock slipping out as a flood of your cum hit the sheets. he could only watch in awe as your hand reached between your thighs, fingers sloppily rubbing circles around your clit. you didn’t really know were doing in that moment, but it just felt right. the giant coil in your tummy had finally unraveled, leaving you a gasping, sobbing mess as you rode out your second unexpected orgasm.
your body slumped against the mattress, your soaked thighs twitching violently. “what the fuck . . . i didn’t know you could do that,” ony muttered, his fingers swiping against the puddle formed on the sheets. you shrugged and shook your head. shit, you didn’t know you could do that either!
onyankopon scooted off the bed with shaky legs. he gently tugged your jeans off the rest of the way before turning you over. “just need you to hold on a little bit longer, mama. just need to make me cum, n’ then we’re done, okay? use your words so i know you’re good.” his fingers tapped at your jaw, signaling you to speak.
your lashes fluttered open, “m’good ony, wanna make you cum now.” onyankopon gave you a little smile, his eyes never once leaving yours as he set your ankles over his shoulders. he turned his head, giving both of your ankles a kiss. “my pretty baby,” he whispered, his hand reaching down to give his dick a few pumps.
he tapped the tip against your clit, smearing any leaking pre against your folds before slipping in with ease. you both moaned in unison, and funnily enough your noses both scrunched up the same way from being connected once more. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling the tiniest bit to let him know you’d like to be closer.
ony obliged, adjusting himself so he was able to lean down and be closer to you. the new angle had him hitting deeper, each thrust damn near knocking the air out of your poor lungs. “hah, love you, baby,” he panted, messily pressing his lips against yours. you cradled his face in your hands, your legs wrapping tightly around his slim waist. “love you more, daddy.”
ony groaned, his face nuzzling in your neck a second later to contain his whines. “inside? can i?” you heard him whine into your neck, his rhythm getting sloppier each time he pulled out. you nodded furiously, begging and pleading him like a lil slut to cum inside you that moment.
ony let out his first vocal moan of the night, his hand slapping beside your head to fist at the comforter. you felt a sudden warmth inside you and sighed contently, your legs tightening around his waist to keep him in place. he spent the next couple of minutes pathetically humping into your pussy, relishing in the aftershocks of his orgasm.
his grip on the sheets loosened, his body relaxing completely into yours. “ugh, baby, you’re so heavy,” you whined, pushing at his broad shoulders. ony only hummed, not moving an inch, and after multiple attempted to push him off you did the only thing you could do.
“hah! babe, d-don’t do that,” ony hissed, finally lifting his head up. you narrowed your eyes, clenching around his softened dick again, “then get the heck off me.” he sighed dramatically, pressing one last kiss to your neck before pushing himself up.
“all warm, mama?” ony hummed, wrapping your favorite fluffy towel around your bare body. you nodded, your mouth parting in a yawn. man were you ready to go the hell to bed.
after ony found his strength he got up and forced you into the shower with him, despite your whines and protest of being ‘too tired’. he held you for the first ten minutes, clutching onto your body as if you’d slip away while the hot water cascaded down your bodies. he then took his time washing your body, making sure no skin was left untouched before quickly doing himself.
now it was finally time for cuddles and, most importantly, time for bed.
he carried you to bed, of course, carefully laying you down on your side and tucking you in. when he got into bed you immediately latched to his side, your head finding its rightful place on his chest.
“shit, forgot i posted this,” ony chuckled showing you the story he had tagged you in an hour prior to your . . . activities. you examined the picture, a lazy smile making its way into your lips. “my ass looks so fat in this, good job babe.” you pat him on the chest a few times, your lips parting from yet another yawn.
“mm, you’re welcome, baby. not get some sleep, n’ make sure to dream about me,” he chuckled, giving your forehead three kisses.
word count: 10k (it’s long but it helps build up the tension i promiseee)
a/n: this one shot was based on a request i received to write cabin eren smut (i lost the request unfortunately). lowkey not a fan of this one but i put so much effort into it🥲
synopsis: y/n tries to keep her composure after an unintentionally sexy car ride with eren only to be dared to share a room with him and one drunken confession finally force them to acknowledge the tension between them.
content warnings: forced proximity, lap sitting, sexual tension, friends to lovers, brief male masturbation, vouyeristic themes, alcohol consumption, awkward tension, kissing, grinding, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, protected sex, very brief choking, semi public sex (thin walls), mouth covering, trying to “stay quiet”, accidental creampie
The journey wasn't too far. Maybe around half an hour. That was why it was okay for the two of you to do what you would be doing. Surely it was okay.
For the weekend, the seven of you were heading over to Jean's cabin. It was a great way to vacation: a weekend long hangout just for you and your friends.
However, an issue arose upon the seating arrangements. There were seven of you whereas Jean's car was only a five seater.
And, for that reason, you found yourself clambering onto Eren's lap to secure your seat in the car. "Take your time." Eren held onto your hand, guiding you into the already, practically fully, packed car. His other hand rested on the top of the car door, right above your head, to avoid any injury. "You got it?" Eren moved to pat your thigh, encouraging you to move it outwards into some sort of straddle over both of his legs, rather than a straddle over just one.
"Eren, I'm literally wearing a skirt. I can't just spread my legs like that." You began to tug at the stubborn material of your denim skirt, attempting to cover your now slightly exposed panties. "Keep your legs together." You pushed his knees together, your own legs closing from the chain reaction.
"Well, now I'm uncomfortable. Scoot forward." Eren lifted his hips slightly before pushing you down so that you rested further down his thighs. "How's that?"
"What's going on between you two? Sounds like you've been in this position before." Connie snorted from the opposite back seat, underneath Sasha who was now adjusting her position in his lap, raising his eyebrows.
Mikasa slapped Connie with the back of her hand from the middle seat. "Don't make this any more insufferable than it has to be." She warned before pulling down her sunglasses.
"Yeah guys, it's literally half an hour." Jean called out from the passenger seat.
"You guys all situated?" Armin turned from the front seat, his GPS in hand.
"Wait a minute." You began to tug at the seatbelt, attempting to have it cover the both of you. However, your efforts were to no avail. It would stop short of being locked in as the space between you and Eren was far too great.
"It's probably faulty, knowing Jean." Eren reassured from behind you. "We don't need one. We'll be fine."
"No, we do. Sasha, how'd you get yours on?" You tugged desperately before turning to see if anything was possibly jammed.
"Bro, you gotta hold her closer than that." Connie indicated to the position him and Sasha were in. "Like this." There was barely any space between the two of them. Truly, her back was against his front. And her ass was right on his-
"Yeah, that's literally the only way we could do it." Sasha confirmed.
"Okay, hold on. My pockets are full." Eren prefaced. As you waited, grabbed onto the headrest of Armin's seat and leaned forward as Eren sorted out his brief dilemma. That was why it was such a shock to you when Eren grabbed you by the hips, tugging you backwards.
You almost gasped at the motion, your eyes instantly widening. "Try it now." Eren instructed casually, way too casually considering the way he had just manhandled you. Thankfully, once you turned back to Sasha and Connie, neither of them had noticed your... moment— if you could call it that. "There you go."
Eren let go of your hips as soon as the seatbelt was done. At that, you felt like you could finally breathe. He slightly pulled his hips backwards, although it was to no avail. It was an uncomfortable position, sure, but you kept telling yourself that it was only a half an hour ride.
Correction: it was half an hour with no traffic. That was why, when you hit the road smack bang in the middle of rush hour, you found yourself engulfed in traffic. It wasn't like it was a traffic jam or anything, it was just constant stops which would last around two minutes each as you slowly drove a couple inches each time. It was getting extremely stressful, at least, for you.
The rest of the car was filled with singing, music and chatter. It was mainly Connie, Sasha and Jean bantering as always whilst Mikasa had her earphones in, listening to her own music and Armin focused on driving. For you and Eren, however, it was practically silent.
You had almost forgotten that you were sat on top of Eren what with how quiet he was being. It was truly shocking to see the Eren Jaeger go so long without spewing. You almost wanted to ask if he was okay. That was until he spoke up before you. "Can you stay still? Please." His voice was hushed as he pleaded with you.
"Huh? Oh, uh, sorry." You swallowed hard before adjusting yourself by scooting ever so slightly forward. The feeling of Eren's warm breath coated the back of your neck as you tried to stay in one place despite the shakiness of the ride.
It wasn't until the car hit a speed bump and you were sent plunging backwards until you felt it. You felt Eren. You felt him beneath you. He was pressed right up against your ass— well, his cock was.
You knew that there was absolutely no mistaking it, especially as you heard his breath hitch the second you made contact. Your entire body heated up as your blood ran cold. You were sat right on Eren's hard on. Holding your breath, your entire body tensed up.
Whether he knew that you felt it, you were unsure of. But, you definitely didn’t want to outwardly react and risk making things any more awkward. And so, you settled for staying as quiet and still as you could and hoping that it would blow over.
But, you really couldn't think straight for the next couple of minutes. All you could do was hyper focus on Eren and the feeling of his bulge pushing right up against your ass. It wasn't like you wanted to— well that was what you told yourself. After all, his hard on was something that couldn't go unnoticed when you were directly on top of it. Eren's breath was heavy. You could hear him from beneath you. His mouth was closed and yet, his strong huffs rang through your ears.
Your body flushed and you made the mistake of adjusting your hips once again. It was completely involuntary and only when the action was completed did you realise what you had done.
Eren's hands instantly flew towards your hips. The action was frantic yet subtle enough for it to be played off. But, of course, you could see right through him. He cupped his hands around your back, creating a barrier between the two of you almost in an attempt to partially separate you from him.
You would've apologised but, if you were to apologise, then Eren would've known that you knew he was hard. In order to be able to survive the rest of the weekend, you needed to pretend. You needed to act completely oblivious.
So, that was what you did for the rest of the drive. You browsed your phone, kept as still as possible and hoped that no more speed bumps came up. Eren seemed to be alright with that arrangement as he slowly let go of you, trusting you near his hard cock— or maybe he just didn't want anyone else to notice that he was holding you so intimately.
However, just because you were physically calm, that didn't mean that your mind wasn't running at one hundred miles per hour. You were hot, so incredibly hot and your throat was growing dry. You hated the places that your mind was going to and you needed to exit that car immediately if you wanted to hold onto your willpower.
Even as you began to exit the car, you almost felt weak in the knees. You could barely support yourself, having to promptly remind yourself how to stand for the sake of not causing any suspicion.
"The guys have already been here so you can start packing away and whatever. I'll take the girls on a tour if you don't mind?" Jean instructed, his own luggage in hand as he sorted everyone out.
You noticed that Eren had only just left the car when Jean began speaking. Surely he had been adjusting himself. That thought alone had your lip finding its way between your teeth.
But, the focus you had on Eren was soon alleviated when you finally saw the cabin for what it was. The exterior in itself had you shocked what with the scenic location and its intricate design. However, as soon as Jean unlocked the door, you were completely taken aback.
"So, Connie and Sasha will be sharing the bunk beds." Jean spoke as he led you through the upstairs. "Y/n and Mikasa will share a double bed." You and Mikasa both nodded in confirmation. "Okay, and then Armin and Eren will share the other double bed.”
Jean vaguely pointed at each door of each bedroom throughout the tour, clearly rushing through so that you guys could unpack and begin your weekend long hangout. Yet, it was near the end of the tour that you realised that nature was calling. "Where was the bathroom, again?"
"Each bedroom has a bathroom. Yours was the room next to Eren and Armin's, right?" Jean asked to which you nodded. "Second floor on the right."
You wandered back through the halls and down the stairs until you reached the second floor. It was there that you remembered that you had basically forgotten what Jean had told you. It was the second door to the right, right? Either way, you could always turn around if it was the wrong room.
As soon as you opened it, you knew you were wrong. Eren and Armin's luggage were placed into the room, slightly open and searched through yet the room was still pretty empty as the items hadn't been unpacked. Nevertheless, it was the first bedroom you had entered and you were marvelled by the furnishing.
Yet, as you were about to walk around, you were stopped by a noise. It was over the other side of the wall, near where the bathroom was. If there were to be one downside to Jean's cabin, it was that the walls were incredibly thin. And, for that reason, when you focused hard enough, you could hear exactly what was going on. You could hear those quietened moans and the harsh fapping.
Holy fucking shit. There was no need for you to ask questions. With the context of the car ride and the undeniably taboo sounds that you were hearing, there was no way that Eren wasn't jerking himself off in that bathroom.
Each time you made an attempt to collect yourself, your heart would pick up again and your skin would flush. You were so incredibly thankful that Eren had no idea that you were there as you found yourself frozen for what felt like minutes, the sound of his actions filling your ears.
It wasn't until you heard the movements of the others from upstairs that you realised exactly what you were doing. You were listening in on your friend through the wall as he masturbated in private. Holy fuck, you were a pervert.
With haste, you sped towards your room and made a b line for the bathroom. You were completely ready to spend the rest of the night in there. After all, there was absolutely no way that you would be able to face Eren after that whole fiasco. You just couldn't look at him the same way.
That was why for the rest of the afternoon, late until evening, you stuck with Sasha and Mikasa. However, you could only stay separated for so long. That was why, you made your way through as many drinks as possible. You squeezed your second empty can of cut water as you entered the cabin once more, tossing it into the trash with a loose hand as you felt your body start to heat up. The liquor was hitting you, but, that wasn't enough to cover your fluster.
Sat on the couches in the living room were the guys. They had already gotten out more vodka and each had a shot glass in hand. "What's going on here?" Sasha asked as she sat down on a couch.
"Playing truth or dare. If you don't wanna answer you gotta take a shot." Jean reached for the shot glasses on the side table next to him before filling them up. "Wanna join?" He passed one shot glass over to Sasha.
"I'm in." You shrugged and received your glass from Jean, Mikasa following suit. However, as you turned, the only open seat was next to Eren. It made your heart skip a beat. "You can sit." Indicating towards Mikasa, you offered her the seat on the couch.
"Oh no, I'll sit on the edge. You sit first." Mikasa beckoned for you to sit next to Eren.
Reluctantly, you took a seat next to Eren, your body filling with way more heat than it could tolerate. Swallowing hard, you tried not to breathe too hard or fast as you stared into the, suddenly really interesting, shot glass that you were handed— anything to not have to face that man.
"Okay, I'll start again. You can't dare someone to kiss, fuck or not fuck anyone else and you can't have someone strip down or do anything gross like piss outside." You and the rest of the girls nodded along to Jean's rules. "You can ask about basically anything but you can't ask any follow up questions until the next round. Got it?"
The three of you confirmed practically in unison. "Okay, well, it was my turn before." Connie spoke. "Mikasa, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to swap rooms with Eren. So, you'll be with Armin and Eren will be with Y/n." Connie Smirked. "At least for tonight."
"You can't do that! That's like you daring all of us!" You argued.
“Tell Armin shouldn’t have given me that stupid ass dare earlier.” Connie scoffed.
"Can't I take a shot?"
"It wasn't your dare." Jean asserted.
You bit your cheek as you looked up at Mikasa with pleading eyes. There was no way. You really couldn't do this. Mikasa had to take that fucking shot.
"I'm fine with that." Your heart sank, filling your throat and clouding your mind. "Jean, truth or dare."
You weren't sure of what went on for the rest of what felt like the hours you spend playing afterwards as the only thing on your mind was that damn sleeping arrangement. Both rooms only had one bed. You remembered. That would mean that you would have to share a bed with Eren. There was no avoiding it.
Any other day, it would've been okay. You were friends. Nothing else. However, that particular of all days, the tension between the two of you was palpable. You had felt his hard fucking cock for crying out loud.
It wasn't exactly like you were scared however. Well, you weren't scared of Eren. The issue was that no matter how much you tried to avoid it, you couldn't help the fact that your body responded to it. You were wet. That entire car journey, you were soaking your fucking panties. It wasn't until you had finally reached the bathroom that you realised just how turned on you had been. There was no doubt that you were incredibly attracted to Eren. You hated it.
"Y/n, truth or dare." Your eyes lifted to meet Sasha. Suddenly being pulled out of your daze.
"Dare." You had your shot glass prepared, ready to avoid anything that Sasha threw at you.
"I dare you to take a sip of a drink that I'm gonna make for you." That malicious grin was potent on her face. "If you don't wanna take a sip you're gonna have to take a shot." Sasha bit her lip as she smiled, dangerously proud of herself.
You tossed the contents your shot glass into your mouth. As much as the taste made you quiver, it filled you with an added, warm buzz. "I'm calling it a night here." You declared.
"Yeah, I think I’ll head to bed too." Connie ushered Sasha up along with him. "And, my dare still stands!" Connie reminded the four of you, making you all sigh in unison.
"Perfect, I’m exhausted." Armin stood up and stretched.
"Mikasa, you wanted me to show you how to turn on the fireplace?" Jean called for her as he stood up himself.
"Oh, yeah." Mikasa followed after Jean, leaving just you and Eren sat on the couch.
Instantly, you scrambled to your feet. "I'm gonna as well.”
"Yeah." Eren agreed as he followed you towards the staircase. Fuck. Now you were really stuck with him.
"How drunk are you?" You asked, walking slightly slower as you met Eren’s pace.
"Kinda tipsy. You?" Eren tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants.
"Same here. I'll probably fall asleep quick." You said.
"Awh." Eren tutted.
"What? Want me to stay up with you?"
"I just wanna talk." Eren collected the glasses that you had rinsed and began to load them into the dishwasher. "We haven't spoken all day. I thought I pissed you off."
From the way Eren spoke, it sounded authentic. For all you knew, Eren may have just randomly popped a boner in the car and the circumstances had him at your mercy. There was no solid evidence that You were the one who got him hard. There was no need for you to be getting all worked up over it.
That was why you let down the walls that you had put up that day. From your time spent unpacking until your shower, you and Eren were talking. You were talking like nothing had happened and, you hated it.
You weren't sure what it was about the situation beforehand. It just felt so forbidden that it almost made you feel good. It was flattering, making you feel pursued. After all, you did make Eren Jaeger hard.
However, since you had put it 'past' you, it felt too normal. It was as if it had never happened. But it most certainly did. You hated pretending like it wasn't making you go crazy.
At least you knew that the knocks you were hearing at the door were real when you turned the handle and were met with Sasha. "Where's Eren?" She shifted from heel to tip toe, a grin on her face and her hands behind her back.
"In the shower, why?" You rested your head against the doorframe, arms crossed over each other as the cool summer nights breeze dawned on you.
"Perfect." Sasha allowed herself in by pushing at your torso and making you take steps back while she took steps forward. "I have a present for you." Raising the pitch of her voice, she hyped herself up in a singsongy tone.
"Oh god, what now?" You cautiously glanced at the wall of your conjoined bathroom as if Eren would somehow be able to see Eren through it.
"Don't be so rude." Sasha huffed. "Look. I'm saving you here." Sasha made her hands visible, revealing the 'present' to you. Three wrapped condoms.
"Sasha, what the fuck?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you trying to give those to me?"
"Did you bring your own?" Sasha tilted her head to the side.
"No, because I won't need them." You whispered shouted. "I'm not gonna do anything with Eren. Or any guy here, for fucks sake."
"Yeah, yeah. Trust me, Y/n." Sasha grabbed your hand before shoving the condoms into your palm. "It's something about being under the influence and alone together. You lose all of your willpower."
As you were about to argue back, the sound of the shower turned off and your stomach dropped. "Okay, fuck, whatever. Now go!" You spun Sasha around before pushing her back out of the door and closing it behind her.
Through haste, you shoved the condoms to the bottom of your bag, making sure that they wouldn't be spotted, before clambering back into bed. Eren shifted in the bathroom as he dried himself off and got changed, only further making your heart rate increase. You had no clue when he was going to come out and that made you ten times more nervous.
In an attempt to pretend to be asleep, you tucked yourself into bed and closed your eyes. You were facing away from the bathroom door, hoping to god that Eren would just accept the fact that you were 'asleep' and move on.
Luckily for you, when Eren exited the shower, his movements instantly grew calmer and quieter as he was under the impression that you truly were sleeping. He had taken the bait. He wandered around the room carrying out whatever tasks he needed to do before eventually beginning to fumble with the duvet.
Holding your breath, you stayed limp as Eren entered a leg. You could still smell the fresh cleanliness from the shower on him as he invaded your bubble. The mattress dimpled under his weight, growing weaker as he tucked himself in. Soon enough, he was right beside you. Fuck, you were on fire.
So, scared out of your mind, you stayed like that and waited for him to drift off into sleep. Your ears were aching to hear his light snores or deep breaths. However, once again, it was because you were so tempted to talk to him. You were scared because you were so tempted to tell him that you knew everything. You just needed him to fall asleep before your resolve broke and you ran your mouth.
But, it seemed as if this man had no interest in sleeping. With the complete darkness in the room, you noticed a glow coming from his side. He was on his fucking phone.
Fuck it. You shuffled in the bed, turning yourself around and meeting his back. Thank god, it was better than meeting his eyes. Considering the blatant blue light that covered the both of you, you knew he wasn't falling asleep any time soon.
You weren't sure why, maybe it was the heat of the shower mixed with the alcohol you had previously drank and Sasha's 'present', but you found yourself tapping Eren on the back. You had completely lost your restraint. It felt like you were a child with the biggest secret ever; you just couldn't wait to let it out. "Eren."
"Hmm?" Eren turned his head back.
You opened your mouth before sucking in a breath. For a second, you hesitated. But, that hesitation only allowed for you to come up with your follow up sentence and continue running your mouth. "I felt it. When we were in the car." You whispered, telling yourself that if you stayed quiet, it wouldn't feel as real. "I know you were hard." Your lower stomach was eternally swirling with that fire that spurred you to confess.
"Fuck." Eren muttered to himself as he rested his head back on the pillow, clearly frustrated in some way. He turned to face you fully, biting his cheek as he searched through your eyes. "I was going to talk to you about it-"
"Was it because of me?" You swallowed hard, sinking your teeth into your lip.
Eren's own adam's apple bobbed at your question. “What?”
“Did I get you hard?”
With that, Eren turned his phone off. Though you couldn't fully see the expression on his face, you could tell that he was stressed. "If I tell the truth you gotta promise to not freak out." Eren sat up and turned on the lamp beside him instead.
"I wont." You sat up yourself, bringing your knees to your chest.
Eren raked a hand through his hair and tilted his head back. "You just- it's not like I was getting off on having you in my lap. It was just kind of turning me on even though I really didn't want it to." He dragged his palms over his face as he spewed his words out.
"No, I get it. I hate getting turned on when I don't want to be.” You nodded in agreement. “It feels so wrong."
"Right."
"And that’s why you were jerking off in the bathroom?" You tucked your chin between your knees. "Because of me?"
“When you say it like that-”
“I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.” You turned towards Eren, looking at him with the most longing eyes and meeting his confused gaze. "I meant it when I said I hate getting turned on when I really don't want to be. That's why I was avoiding you."
"What?" Eren's eyebrows furrowed.
"Seriously, I'm not mad or whatever. You're not just some random creep." You went back to resting your head on your knees. "I mean- I kind of got off on it as well. I didn't want to but obviously it's... y'know, pretty hard. No pun intended."
Eren laughed at your mini joke. "Well shit, that got a lot off my chest. I didn't even have to take as many shots."
"Yeah well I think I would've taken this to the grave if I was still sober." You bit your lip. "Drunk words speak sober thoughts or whatever."
"Will you regret telling me in the morning?" The anxiety on Eren's face was incredibly present.
"We can only go up from here." You shrugged. "I mean, we're both as bad as each other."
"Yeah?" Eren brought a leg up, placing the sole of his foot on the bed and resting his arm on his knee.
“Yeah.”
You watched from the corner of your eye as Eren blew raspberries as he glanced at you a few more times than what would be unsuspicious. You could tell that he wanted to say something. You simply traced shapes into the skin of your legs whilst waiting. Luckily for you, he blurted out the sentence within a few seconds. "Are you, like, attracted to me, Y/n?"
Smiling, you looked back up at Eren. "Well, what do you think?" You punched him in the bicep as you tossed your head back. "Weren't you listening to anything I just said?"
"Does that mean you won't get offended if I say I really wanna kiss you right now?" Eren let out a heavy breath, almost as if he was actively stopping himself from his wants.
You couldn't stop yourself from grinning: you finally had Eren right where you needed him. "Well, I really wanna fuck you right now." Biting your lip, you reached over and turned on the lamp on your bedside table. "But we can't always have what we want." You nodded your head in the direction of the wall that was connected to Armin and Mikasa's shared room.
Though his features were soft and muted by the warm glow, you couldn't mistake the sharp glare he gave you. Forget if looks could kill: if looks could fuck, Eren would be balls deep. His tongue poked through his cheek as he undressed you with his eyes. There was absolutely no way he could deny you for any longer.
He fully took in what you said. The urgency behind the look he gave you was apparent but you could tell that his resolve was beginning to overtake him. He blew raspberries as he regained his composure. "I know. I know we can't fuck." You raised your eyebrows at Eren's reluctance yet didn't bother questioning him. It was as if he was reading off a script— he didn't resonate with his words at all.
He looked straight ahead before turning his head back towards you. "But, I want to kiss you so bad." He grabbed onto your cheek, brushing the skin with his thumb. "Just a kiss then we'll sleep." His face was so close to yours that you felt the warmth of his breath fan across you.
"Okay.” A smile found its way onto your face. “Okay, just a kiss." You pursed your lips, wetting them before you grabbed onto the duvet that was over the two of you and pulled it high enough to cover the both of you.
"C'mere then." Eren chuckled lightly before attaching his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, making your insides instantly feel like jelly. You let out a 'mmm' of approval when that pesky friendship barrier was finally broken. You didn't mind, your head was too hazy to understand what you were doing. You’d leave it till morning when you were sober and off of your current high to feel regret.
The kiss started off light and gentle. You could tell Eren wanted to savour you. Every peck was followed by a short smacking sound before the two of you opened your eyes temporarily and gauged the other. However, 'just a kiss' would have stopped around three pecks in. 'Just a kiss' would have ended when your hands were still on each other's faces. 'Just a kiss' would have been over a long time ago.
The more you kissed, the closer you pressed your chest up against Eren. You breathed heavily through your nose as you turned your head to the other side, beginning to exchange open mouthed kisses. It made your stomach swirl with something more than desire. You were overflowing with lust. Each kiss was another dose of Eren's longing for you, only further increasing your longing for him. You just couldn't stop.
Eren's lips moved feverishly against you, as if he had been wanting the kiss for way too long. You were almost completely breath taken, your head going all light and woozy. It felt good. So fucking good. You pushed back the short, loose hairs on Eren's forehead before kissing him harder. You were so close already but you couldn't help but crave his lips deeper and deeper.
Neither of you said anything as your revolves simultaneously broke. Loud, wet smacking sounds began to fill your ears, bouncing off of the walls and reminding you of just how shameless the act was. It was then that you pulled away, breathless and gazing at the dazed man in front of you. "You're such a good kisser, fuck." His hand trailed down your cheek and over your shoulder, down to your waist. He held you there, gripping your sides over your tank top.
"Speak for yourself." You rested your own hand on Eren's nape, smiling at him sweetly. So then was supposed to be the 'sleep' part after the kiss, right? You hadn't done it often but you were pretty sure that the position you were in wasn't one that a couple would normally sleep in. Neither you nor Eren let up, simply staring at each other as you caressed one another.
"Just one more." He pulled you closer to him by your waist before reattaching his lips to yours. You could feel yourself smile into the kiss as fulfilment entered you. Kissing Eren felt so good, you really weren't sure how you were going to stop.
Luckily for you, Eren paid no mind to the way that you swung a leg over him and turned him onto his back as you straddled his thighs. You just needed to be closer. As in, your pussy just above his dick, closer. The sensation you received from being so intimately close had your legs going weak and your core burning. You hated how much it turned you on because you really couldn't see yourself stopping anymore.
You lifted the duvet higher, almost fully covering the two of you. The way you shared such a passionate kiss underneath the sheets felt so dirty. If anyone were to walk in, they'd surely know what you were doing soley from the shape of the duvet.
"What're you scared of?" Eren whispered against your lips as he grabbed a hold of the duvet, pulling it slightly lower down. "No one's gonna come in."
"I'm scared that I won't be able to just kiss you." You bit your lip. "I don't wanna stop."
"Can you keep quiet?" Eren raised his eyebrows as his hands trailed down your body once more.
"Huh?"
"If I fucked you, would you be able to keep quiet?" He held you by your hips, ever so slightly encouraging you down. You had to sink your teeth harder into your lip to stop yourself from gasping because holy fucking shit he just sat you on his clothes cock.
"Well, I think so." You swallowed down the previous dirty sound that was bubbling up in your throat in order to prove yourself. "Probably, yeah."
"Yeah?" Eren's hands ghosted over your ass, making you shiver before he rested them on your thighs. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Slightly too eagerly, you nodded in confirmation to his question as your body went ablaze. "Are you on the pill?"
"I have condoms." You shrugged the duvet off you as you prepared to climb off the bed. Yet, you couldn't miss Eren's face as you confirmed that you had protection. "What?" As innocent as you could make it, you dragged out the word whilst fully knowing how suspicious you initially sounded.
"Were you planning on fucking this whole time?"
"I wasn't! Sasha gave them to me." You began to sift through your bag in search of the condoms, fumbling for a while in the mostly dark room.
"You guys are schemey as shit." Eren sat himself up against the headboard as you finally retrieved the packet and flaunted back over to him.
"Be grateful you get to have your way with me." You huffed as you placed the condom on the bedside table. “Thanks to these.”
"I'm very grateful." Eren encouraged you back into a straddle once more and sat you back down on his hardening dick. With the aching need you felt for him, you couldn't help but pull him in closer. Your lips were back on his within an instant as you interlocked your fingers into his hair.
The duvet hung around your hips, just about covering the way that Eren held you. His hands were large around the expanse of your lower back, straying far of your actual ass. "You can touch me, y'know?" You muttered against his lips, grabbing a hold of his hands. "You can touch wherever you want."
Leaning back, you brought his hands to your front, allowing him to cup your tits over your tank top. "Holy shit, Y/n." Eren glanced up at you before focusing on the mounds in front of him. In the meantime, you placed your hands behind you on his knees and began to move your hips.
Eren sighed and let his head rest back against the headboard, keeping a dangerous hold on your tits. "Fuck." You could physically hear the moment hus patience broke in his voice. He lifted up your tank top before pulling your chest closer to his face and beginning to kiss your skin.
You let your head fall back at the feeling, a light exhale escaping your lips as you closed your eyes. Still, you kept your hips moving over Eren, feeling your body heat up with pleasure. "Fuck." You already felt so fucking tingly and good, you weren't sure if you would be able to take Eren's dick any longer. With the way Eren kissed up to your neck before licking and sucking at your skin, you were fucking reeling. "Don't leave a mark." You barely managed to warn before a whine escaped.
Eren pulled away instantly, clearly alarmed by the giveaway sound that you made. "Keep your voice down." He whispered before slowing your hips.
"It was an accident." You swallowed hard and kissed him once more. Having Eren hard beneath you whilst he felt your body up and made out with you was so fucking overwhelming. You really didn't know what to do apart from try to relieve yourself of that ache between your legs.
You were so incredibly hot and horny that you discarded the duvet, leaving the two of you out in the open and letting the reality of your actions hit. You didn't care though, you wanted Eren so bad that you couldn't think straight.
It was getting to a point where simply dry humping him wasn't enough. You wanted more. You needed more. "Eren, can you please touch me more?" You whispered against his neck, breath hot, steamy and definitely sending shivers down his spine.
Eren patted your thigh, indicating for you to get off him. "Lie down." He allowed for you to lay while he removed his own shirt. He positioned you, ready for him on the bed.
You began to remove your own tank top, purposefully pushing your tits together to accentuate them. The shadows in the room were harsh, yet there was no missing the way that Eren ogled at you.
"You're really hot." Eren spoke as he tucked his finger into the waistband of your sleep shorts before looking back up at you. "Want me to keep your panties on?" His thumbs ghosted over the waistband of the separation between you being ass naked and fully on display in front of him.
“I don’t care.” You replaced his hands with yours and yanked both your shorts and panties down. "Please, just hurry."
As you spread your legs for him, you watched as he knelt in front of you, still in shock. "Fuck." His eyes struggled to find one thing to focus on as they darted all over your skin. He caressed your thighs as he continued to stare, completely entranced by your body.
"Stop staring." You began to close your legs back up again, shame starting to inch back into you.
"Why? You have such a nice body." Eren spread your legs once more and brushed a hand over your pubic bone, trailing it down to your clit before he pulled away. He began at your tits, kissing down your sternum before making time to lick, flick and graze each nipple. "I don't know why I didn't do this earlier." You actively held yourself back from gasping— not only from the pleasure but from the impact of Eren's words.
"Have you ever thought about it?" You raked your hands through his hair as you spoke.
"What? Fucking you?" Eren looked up temporarily to see you nod. A boyish smile filled his features before he reached up and pecked you. "Yeah. It’s all I could think about while I was jerking off."
With that, Eren was kissing down your stomach until he reached your pussy. Although you understood why Eren wanted to take his time with you, you couldn't help but manoeuvre his head in the right direction. Your arousal was becoming harder and harder to ignore and, with Eren's head mere inches from where u needed it, you were almost throbbing with need.
"You’re so impatient." Eren chuckled before peppering kisses along your inner thighs.
"You would be too if you hadn't already got off today." You argued.
Eren's laughed while his eyes remained fixed on exactly where you needed him. You were already wet; he didn't have to tell you for you to know. He used his thumb to trace a stripe up through your slit, making you shiver. Fuck, maybe you weren't ready for his hands.
You looked down at the sight of Eren being mere inches from your pussy. This time, he gathered your wetness before circling it over your clit. "Ah-" Biting down on your lip, you rested your head back against the bed. Okay, you were really fucking turned on.
"You're sensitive." Eren blew lightly over your clit, watching your thighs twitch from the contact. "Sure you don't want me to go slow?"
"I'll tell you if it's too much." You reassured.
At that, Eren wasted no time in spreading your lips and licking a stripe up your slit. Instantly, you tightened your grip on his hair and sucked in a breath. It felt good, way too good. Eren's tongue was warm and wet with his added exhales, your needy clit was only further stimulated. "Mmm…” Your teeth sank further into your lip, failing at decreasing your want to moan out. You swallowed hard instead, staring up at the ceiling as the waves of pleasure began to roll over you.
Eren thumbed at your inner thighs, easing you as he began to lap at your clit. "Fuck-" You looked down only to be met with Eren's own eyes. They were sultry yet endearing, maintaining their focus on you as his tongue abused your clit. His eye contact was intimidating, making hot bubbles travel from your stomach to your head and turn you flustered.
"You taste so good, goddamn." Eren's voice was an octave lower, his own arousal spiking now that he had you at his mercy. He lapped at you before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, causing your mouth to drop open. Eren suckled on your sensitive nub, making your head spin. Your entire body was so feverishly alight, you had to place a forearm over your mouth in order to stop yourself from making noise.
Slowly, your legs were closing around Eren's head as he continued to lick at your wetness and kiss and suckle at your clit. Your back was ever so slightly lifting off the bed and you began to grab at anything you could find: your tits, the sheets, Eren's hair. "Fuck, it's- it feels good." You whined just about loud enough for Eren to pull away in concern.
"Remember to stay quiet, Y/n." He reminded you as he replaced his tongue with his thumb. "I'm gonna put a finger in, okay?" Eren was hesitant as he readied your pussy to be fingered; you could tell by the way he took cautious glances at you as he circled your entrance.
"Please, use your tongue again." You whispered breathlessly, your hands bringing his head back down once more. Eren was far more than compliant as he kissed and licked at your clit. He retracted his head before spitting, using the makeshift lube to help his finger slip inside of you. "Oh fuck." You exhaled shakily as you felt dizzy, your legs going weak.
Eren used his free hand in order to pin your thigh back, spreading it enough for him to have room to comfortably fit his head once again. However, the pleasure you experienced only intensified as Eren continued the abuse on your clit and then began to finger you.
Your eyes were squeezed shut, your lip suffocating in between your teeth as you succumbed to the heightened sensations. Eren's finger was so thick yet so articulate that it had the pressure in your lower stomach spiking. "Don't- can you go a bit slower?" You refused to open your eyes to meet Eren, the feeling of his finger alone inside you being enough to send you reeling. You were going to feel so embarrassed in the morning, you knew it.
Though Eren was a lot more gentle and slower with his strokes, the heat cycles that tore through you prevailed. He curled his finger upwards in search of that spongey area inside of you, only to have your legs smush against the sides of his head within an instant. "Ah!" You dug your nails into the mattress, your toes curling from the contact.
"Too much?" Eren soothed you with his free hand once more before removing his finger from inside of you and wrapping his arm around both of your thighs. "Calm down, Y/n. How am I supposed to fuck you when you're so sensitive?" He placed kisses on your clit and around your pussy in an attempt to bring your breathing back to normal.
"Kiss me." Opening up your arms, you encouraged Eren to come back up and attach his lips to yours. You were making out once again not long after, you being able to taste yourself on Eren. Fuck, it felt so dirty but that just turned you on that much more.
Your kisses were sloppy, wet and desperate as Eren began to remove his sweatpants. You reached down in search of his dick, your hand almost flinching at the feel of him. Hot and heavy, his length rested in your palm. You gripped him by the base, giving him long strokes as you continued to kiss. Yet, you weren't thinking straight anymore. Your mind was full of one thing and one thing only. He was so fucking thick. Way thicker than his fingers. God, Eren's girth was mind boggling and he wasn't even inside of you yet.
Perhaps that was why you felt him so well through both his pants and your skirt when you were in the car: Eren had a monster of a cock. Your mouth salivated and your clit throbbed. Your holes were aching for the fullness. "Fuck me. Please." Reaching for the nightstand, you grabbed the condom that you had left there earlier. Now, though you hadn't checked the size, you were slightly worried that it wouldn't fit.
However, Eren didn't give you the time to worry about that as he took hold of the condom packet, leaving you laid back against the bed. You brought the pillows that you had previously been sleeping on down and beneath your head, providing you with enough comfort as Eren rolled the condom on. Your stomach overturned itself as your mind caught up to your actions. Holy fuck, you were about to have sex with one of your best friends.
Eren spat on his hand before using it to lubricate his cock, focusing heavily on the head. "Are you wet enough?" He shuffled closer to you, the backs of your thighs resting atop his thighs.
"I think so." You traced your hands through your slit, feeling your fingers slip through the wetness. "You can put it in."
"Tell me if it's too much. And, seriously, make sure you're quiet." Eren warned as he began to slide his tip through your lips. You bit the inside of your cheek at the feeling. It had your entire body hot and squirming.
However as soon as Eren began to push in, your breath hitched and you placed a hand on his lower stomach. "Go slower."
Eren listened to your request and began to slow his movements. "How's that?" His voice was already strained as he entered you further. Looking up, you were met with sultry eyes as stray hairs fell in Eren's face. It only made you so much wetter.
"Fuck, that's okay. You can go faster now." Removing your hand from his stomach, you gripped onto the pillow your head was on.
Stopping temporarily, Eren reached for one of the other pillows. "Here." He lifted your lower body off the mattress before sliding the pillow underneath you. Letting out a gasp, you slightly flinched at the feeling of his cock impaling you so quickly with the movement. "Sorry." As he rested you back down, your pelvis was somewhat elevated off the bed and you felt so fucking full.
Eren's cock was without a doubt the biggest you had ever taken and paired with the fact that you hadn't fucked for a while, your head was spinning. "Oh fuck-"
"Shh." Eren leaned forward, his elbows beside your head as he pulled his dick out ever so slightly before thrusting inwards again. If your stomach didn't flip at that, it was at the lewd words he followed up with. "You feel so good, shit." Whispering breathlessly, Eren swooped down to take you in for a kiss.
His loose hairs tickled your skin as your tongues rubbed up against one another. Your kisses had turned extremely sloppy and desperate yet neither of you minded. The saliva that was coating your mouth was nothing compared the the feeling of Eren's thick cock rubbing perfectly against your insides.
When he pulled away, you were left whimpering with your lip between your teeth. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, barely managing to stop your eyes from rolling back. You already felt so fucked out you just wanted to scream.
It was something about the plumpness of the pillow beneath you that had Eren's dick hitting such good squishy spots upon certain thrusts. Each time, you'd hiccup slightly, your hands grabbing at anything they could reach. You loved it. It felt so fucking good it had your entire body feeling so tingly you had to shut your eyes. "Fuck- fuck me..."
Eren sat back on his knees and brought your legs up. Placing them over his shoulder, he began to fuck deeper than he had before. Your eyes shot open and your mouth dropped into an 'o'. "Fuck yes." Eren threw his head back, a red flush painting its way down his chest. You watched as his adam's apple bobbed before he brought his eyes back down to you. "Your pussy is so- fuck." He swallowed a moan before placing your legs back down.
Eren grabbed onto your tits, moulding and plying the fat beneath his palms. He pinched at your nipples before flicking them. "Haah!" You succumbed to the pleasure, calling out only to be shushed by Eren. "Fuck, 'm sorry."
Blowing raspberries, he slowed his thrusts as he pulled away from your tits. "Can't stay quiet?" He taunted whilst turning to the door as if there would be someone standing there. "Turn around." Finally, he pulled out and allowed for you to move onto your stomach.
Two large hands grasped around your hips as he tugged you down so that you were over the pillow once again. Bending over you, he slid a hand beneath you and rubbed your lower stomach as he entered once more. "Feel me here?" He cooed as he pressed hard on your lower stomach. You almost choked at the feeling: your pussy so full and being stimulated so well. It was making your toes curl as you bit the pillow that your head was on. "You're so fucking tight like this, Jesus Christ."
Sitting up, Eren removed the hand that was on your stomach and gripped your hips. Sure, you felt tighter but the way Eren's cock stuffed you to the brim and had you feeling so full was orgasmic. You sobbed into the pillow, kicking your legs as you teetered on overstimulated while Eren fucked you nice and good.
When you said he fucked you, you meant he fucked you. He was borderline fucking you up with his unrelenting pace and his deep, stimulating thrusts. If you knew that he would've made you feel so fucking good, you would've brought sex up so much sooner. You never believed that you could become addicted to something after the first time but holy fuck were you addicted to the feeling of Eren's throbbing cock sliding against your walls.
It was when he laid on top of you once more, peppering kisses along your nape when you felt it. Tingles shot through your and your lower stomach filled with pressure from the raw feeling of your g spot being rubbed so good. "Oh my fucking god-" you hiccuped through gasps and cries as you began to fidget beneath Eren. "Keep going..."
"Is that good?" Eren whispered against the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath making you shiver. When you whined an 'mhm' he slowed once again. Upon his change of pace, you let out another whine of frustration only for him to kiss your cheek and fully pull out.
"Are you edging me?" You frowned as Eren laid on his back.
"I just wanna see your face when you cum." Eren stroked himself as he spoke before tapping your thigh, encouraging you to straddle him. "And I just- I really wanna keep fucking you." He bit his lip as he thumbed your hips. "You feel so good."
His confession shortened the time you would have lasted, making you desperately grab at his dick and line it up with yourself. As soon as you sank down, your eyes fluttered shut. Eren's tip was kissing another spot that made your legs go numb. "You're- it's so deep."
"I know. But it’s so good." Eren brought his hand to your clit, thumbing at the sensitive nub as you began to find your pace. You swivelled your hips over him, feeling the pressure in your lower stomach building once more and ten times quicker.
As you continued to move over Eren, the faded, numb feeling you had filled all of your limbs. The only way you could move over him was because it was causing you so much pleasure you couldn't stop. It felt as if you were losing control. You were barely holding yourself together.
Eren removed his hand from your clit and began to trail his hands over your tits once more. He caressed your sternum before using one hand to grope your chest while the other gripped your hip.
He looked incredibly wasted thr entire time you stuffed yourself with his cock too. You looked down to see his hair sticking to his forehead and his mouth slightly open. The look behind his eyes was one of pure lust and arousal. He looked like he wanted to completely devour you.
You planted your feet on the mattress and used his chest as leverage as you raised yourself up before sinking back down on his dick. The stretch you felt with each drop made your eyes water and your eyebrows fly upwards and inwards.
That pace seemed to get Eren going as you felt his cock throb violently inside of you. He stared at the spot where the two of you were connected, unable to take his eyes off of the way you sucked him in so well apart from when he was tossing his head back in pleasure.
It just wasn't enough though, If you wanted to have an overwhelmingly good orgasm, you needed to be fucked. You needed more than just your own pace. You needed Eren to grind up into you, hitting all of the good places that you couldn't reach yourself. You needed to go dumb on his cock. "Please fuck me, Eren."
"You wanna cum?" Eren lifted your arms off of his knees and moved one to his shoulder. When you nodded, he moved the other arm down to your clit. "Touch yourself."
You began moving your fingers over your clit as instructed while Eren placed a hand on your back. He pushed you forwards so that your faces were dangerously close. From there, he grabbed your hips, planted his feet on the floor and began to fuck up into you.
It didn't take long for Eren to find that spot that made your blood run cold once again. He knew he had hit it when you yelped out a curse. It was loud. Fuck. You were being so loud but Eren really didn't want to stop.
"Fuck. Shut the fuck up." Eren grabbed you by your neck— though he would've argued he was meant to grab your jaw— and pulled you down for a kiss. He swallowed your sounds as he continued to thrust and you continued to rub at your clit.
However, with the constant abuse of all of your good spots, you found yourself almost completely losing control of your body. Seriously, you felt like you were going to pass out. Eren seemed to have noticed as you slowly failed in kissing him back and so he placed a hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to rest your head in the crook of his neck.
You began to writhe and wiggle uncontrollably as Eren rubbed your insides sore. It felt so good that you almost couldn't take it. A rough and calculated fucking paired with your clitoral stimulation had you unable to stay still.
"Calm down, Y/n." Eren lightly traced his fingers along your sides before gripping your hips with unknown strength. "Why are you squirming so much? Are you gonna cum?"
"Don't stop. Please don't stop, fuck!" You placed your open palms either side of Eren's head as you felt the familiar ripples of pleasure crash through you. "Yesyesyes oh my god-" Your eyes squeezed shut only for them to abruptly open once more as Eren forced a hand over your mouth. You stared at him with panic in your eyes as you came so incredibly hard. You completely lost control of yourself: legs trembling; pussy fluttering; stomach flexing. You definitely hadn't cum that hard before, it almost felt like some sort of dream.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt Eren throb inside of you. It wasn't a usual throb, you knew he was about to cum. The only thing your body could do was clench around him as you stirred through your own orgasm, unable to think about much else.
Eren took it as your permission to cum inside of you. He was wearing a condom after all. With a couple final thrusts, Eren buried his cock as far as he could into your warm, wet, plushy pussy and let himself empty inside of you. "Fuuuucckkk." Hot, thick spurts of his cum flew out of his tip, flying into the condom. His own eyes rolled back beneath closed lids as he groaned involuntarily at the euphoric feeling.
Having you orgasm around him only prolonged his own orgasm, making his fingers dig into the plush of your ass as he bit his lip, occasionally thrusting deeper while pulling you lower down. The feeling of being buried into your was so fucking good he could've sworn that he had two orgasms in a row as more thick releases pumped out of his cock. Eren came so hard and so much he was almost sure that he would throw up right after what with the swirling in his stomach.
Yet, all things came to an end soon enough as Eren hesitantly removed a shaky hand from your mouth. The air hit the condensation around your lips and the perspiration along your skin making you instantly turn cold. Breathing heavily, you looked around the room, dumbly making sure no one had somehow snuck in.
"You okay?" Eren held both of your hips as he gave you a goofy grin.
"Mhm." You took in the state of your room, clothes all over the floor and the duvet hanging off the edge of the bed. "I can't believe we just did that."
"Me neither." Eren patted your thigh. "Up." He slowly lifted you off of his softening dick, wincing in the process.
However, once Eren removed you from his dick the condom, his cum was nowhere to be seen. "What the fuck?" Remnants painted the tip but when he pulled it off, a gaping hole was apparent. "Oh shit."
You would've said something, anything, but you were stunned into silence as your jaw slacked. Eren looked up at you, alarm present on his face as he tapped your thigh. "Go pee, then get in the shower. Try get it all out."
"Eren... I-"
"Sasha gave you the condoms, right? She'll have plan b. She has to." Eren began to shuffle through the pile on the floor for the clothes that he was previously wearing. "Go! I'll get it from her room."
disclaimer: all links are of people of color. don’t like it? go to the deepest parts hell with gasoline panties. must be logged into twitter! enjoy! toji & shiu p!link here!
disclaimer: all links are of people of color. don’t like it? go to the deepest parts hell with gasoline panties. must be logged into twitter! enjoy! toji & shiu p!link here!
⋆｡°✩Genre: childhood best friend connie x black fem reader
⋆｡°✩Synopsis: you and connie grew up together in brooklyn. growing up, you two were inseparable until you went across the country for college. you two went from talking every day to just “happy holidays” texts. you go back on his block for a block party, surrounded by nostalgia, you run into him again, and this time, you two admit to all the things you wanted to say to each other all those years ago.
⋆｡°✩Contents: plot with smut, connie's lowk a yearner, pnv, unprotected sex, face riding, nipple play, edging, slight over stim, pet names (mama, love, baby), praise, soft dom con, passionate sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, dirty talk, aftercare
⋆｡°✩A/N: they r tew cute n corny, this was supposed to be released last summer, but I procrastinate too much, so enjoy 😛
It was a warm summer evening in Brooklyn. Summer in the four boroughs meant one thing, block parties.
The smell of people grilling was in the air, mixed with the sound of loud music, and the chatter of neighbors catching up like they hadn’t seen each other in years, even though they probably had just yesterday.
You and your homegirl were on your way to one right now, walking through streets that were lit by the glow of the sun and the signs of corner stores.
This wasn’t just any part of Brooklyn, though. This was the block where your childhood best friend, Connie, grew up. Everything came rushing back to you the minute your sneakers touched the ground. You could almost see younger versions of yourselves running through these streets, laughing until your stomachs hurt, and dreaming of what life would be like when you got older.
But life had a way of pulling people in different directions. You and Connie had grown apart, though not in a crazy way. It just happened.
When the time came to choose a college, you packed up and moved to the other side of the country. Leaving New York had been your dream for as long as you could remember. You hated this city. It was suffocating. But you knew you couldn't leave forever.
You had craved something different, you wanted to experience a new place for the time being, New York was your home, and you couldn't imagine leaving forever, someone something kept you from leaving forever.
Still, walking through this part of the neighborhood again, the memories felt bittersweet. You glanced at your friend, who was busy scrolling through her phone. You wondered if Connie would be there tonight.
You and Connie had practically grown up as a package deal. From the time you were kids, you two had been inseparable, doing everything together, playing tag at the park, riding bikes until the streetlights turned on, and spending late nights talking about your dreams for the future.
You went to the same elementary, middle, and high school, growing up side by side. Connie had always been the loud, funny one who could make anyone laugh, while you balanced him out, being the quieter and more mature of the two.
You two were inseparable until you left, California just wasn't another borough, it was all the way on the other side of the country, a 6-hour flight.
At first, you and Connie tried to keep in touch. You’d text every day, call each other to catch up, and even FaceTimed a few times to make things feel like old times. But as the weeks turned into months, you two texted and called less and less.
Life got in the way. Your new school needed your full attention, you were on scholarship, and you had to make sure you didn't mess up your chances, and Connie had his own life back in Brooklyn.
Slowly but surely, the calls turned into missed ones, and before you knew it, the connection you’d once had disappeared.
You didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. Now, walking through his old block on the way to this party, you couldn’t help but wonder if he thought about you as much as you thought about him.
You wanted to text him and tell him you were back in Brooklyn, but you felt it would just be awkward. So if you saw him, you saw him.
You knew you were almost there when you heard the sound of old-school hip hop. The songs bring back memories of when you and Connie would run around these same streets as kids.
That brought a smile to your face, but it also made you realize just how long it had been since you’d last experienced a night like this.
Even though you hadn’t been around much in recent years, you had a feeling Connie’s parents and grandparents would want to see you. They’d always treated you like family, and they still remembered the little girl who used to play in their yard.
The thought of reconnecting with them made your heart feel warm. You weren’t sure how'd they react, but you knew it would make you feel a lot of things.
As you rounded the corner, you spotted the police cars blocking off the street as y'all reached the heart of the block party, the notes of "Big Poppa" playing in the background, even through the music, you could hear the laughter and chatter in the air. Being back in Brooklyn, you felt carefree, warm, and alive with the energy of summer.
There was a burst of colors and sounds. There were bouncy castles on one end of the street, and the sun made them shine as kids jumped around in them. There was a cotton candy stand next to it, and kids played with pink and blue cotton candy in their hands. Some kids ran back and forth on the street playing tag, while other kids rode their bikes and scooters.
There was an open fire hydrant, where kids were filling up water balloons to throw at each other. The smell of meat cooking on the grill and the smell of fresh corn roasting over the fire mixed together.
As you looked around, you saw familiar faces, some from your childhood, others you hadn’t seen in years. People were sitting on their stoops, enjoying the warmth, talking with friends and family. The older generation was lighting up cigarettes and cigars. Laughter rang out from all directions.
Everything about this moment, the sounds, the smells, made you feel like you’d never truly left. It was home in a way that no other city could compare.
The laughter, the music. It was yours in a way that only someone who had spent their childhood running through these streets could understand.
But there was something bittersweet about it, too. As much as you loved being here, you couldn't deny that things had changed over time. Brooklyn had changed over the years. The streets now had cafés, luxury apartments, and people who didn’t carry the same history with them.
But this small part of the borough still felt like home. The people and the corner stores were all still there. You couldn't help but feel proud of that, as if this part of Brooklyn belonged to you.
It was comforting, knowing that, despite everything changing around it, this place, this community, still held on. For now, it felt like the Brooklyn you remembered.
You knew that the first thing you had to do was get to Connie's family's brownstone because you were on his old block. You couldn't let them see you first. It just felt right to say hi to them first. As you walked toward the orangy-brown building, memories flooded back.
You had spent so many afternoons here, sitting on their stoop, eating snacks with Connie’s mom while she rambled on in her Dominican accent. Her house was a second home to you.
As you approached the steps, you spotted a familiar figure through the open door. Before you could even say anything, Connie’s mom was already on her feet, her eyes lighting up as soon as she saw you. “Mi hija!” she called out with that same loving tone she had used when you were a kid. She pulled you into a tight hug.
It was like getting a hug from your mother, it made you feel the kind of warmth that only a second mother could give. The smell of her was the same, the spices and lavender you remembered, the smell of her home never changed.
As she pulled back, her face was glowing with excitement, her eyes scanning your face as if trying to pick up on every little detail. “Where have you been? How is college?” she asked quickly, her questions tumbling out as she held you at arm's length, her hands still resting on your shoulders.
You chuckled softly at her rapid-fire questions, ease washing over you. “I’m doing good, Mom. College is good,” you smile.
She smiled brightly, her face lighting up as if hearing those words was enough to reassure her that everything was alright. You could see the happiness in her eyes, like she’d always known you’d make it, no matter how far you’d gone from Brooklyn. "I'm so glad to hear that, mi hija," she says, pulling you back into a hug once more. "You know you're always welcome here. Never forget that."
While you were enjoying Connie's mom's hug, a burst of energy ran toward you, and before you could even react, Connie’s younger siblings were there.
His little sister wrapped her tiny arms around your legs, her grip tight as she looked up at you with a wide grin. "I’ve missed you so much!"
And before you could even bend down to respond, Connie’s younger brother, always the more reserved of the two, stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“We’ve missed you.” The feeling was mutual. You missed them all, but especially his younger siblings, who seemed to have grown up so much since you last saw them.
You pulled them both into a tight group hug. “You guys have gotten so big,” you said, ruffling his little brother’s hair while your hand rested on the younger sister’s head. “I’ve missed y'all, too. So much.”
You barely had time to react before you heard the voice of Connie’s grandmother, "Ahh, you’ve made me get up out my chair now!" her eyes sparkling as she stood up from the rocking chair on the porch. With a warm smile, she pulled you into a big, tight hug, just like she always had when you were younger.
"I’ve missed you so much," she squeezed you just a little tighter before pulling back to get a good look at you. Then went to pull out her phone.
You laughed, already knowing exactly how this would go, one of those moments where older people tried to figure out how to take a picture. You stayed smiling at the phone the whole time, even though it took a long time for her to get the shot.
Finally, after what seemed like a million attempts, she finally got a picture. “Ohh, I’ve missed you,” clicking the phone off. You laughed, shaking your head. “Now, where is that boy Connie.” She sat back down in her chair, shaking her head.
You made your way over to the grill. There, standing behind the grill, was Connie's uncle.
He looked up when you approached, a sly grin spreading across his face.” Wassuppp unc,” you called out, fighting back a smile. Connie’s uncle stood by the grill, wearing an oversized white tee and basketball shorts, a rag slung over his shoulder.
“Ohhh, look who pulled up. You came to eat, or you just here to harass me?” He raised an eyebrow, always ready for a little back-and-forth.
“Now y’know imma need a plate,” you teased, crossing your arms as you leaned lightly against the grill.
He shot you a look, “Trust me, I know.”
You gave him a quick side-eye,” Wowww it’s like dat? Crazy.”
“Y'know I'm jus playing witchu, c’mere.” laughing as he stepped closer to you. Then, before you could say another word, he wrapped you into a tight hug, lifting you slightly off your feet with a laugh.
"It’s good to see you, unc.” you said lightly as your feet planted back on the ground.
He pulled back just enough to look you up and down, his eyes happy. “Good to see you, too. Don’t you worry, you’ll get your plate soon enough,” he said, turning back to the grill. “I gotchu covered, always.”
You smiled. Connie’s family was your family, and no matter where life took you, they’d always have a place in your heart and vice versa.
“Wassguddd,” you called out, a grin spreading across your face, making your way through the familiar faces. One by one, you made your rounds dapping up each one of them. Armin greeted you with his usual soft smile, lighting up his face. “Long time no see,” his voice warm as you made your way over to eren.
“Yooo, look who finally decided to show up,” he teased. He pulled you in for a quick hug, clapping your back with mad force, letting you know he’d missed you.
"Damn nigga." You chuckled, pulling away.
Jean next, stepping forward with that signature smirk already in place. He leaned in his hand, gripping your shoulder firmly as he pulled you in. "You know I’ve been waiting for you to show up," he pulled back, the corners of his lips twitching. "Things never feel the same without you around."
Before you could respond, Sasha nearly bounced into your arms. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re here!” Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around you in a quick but tight hug. Pulling back, she beamed at you.
Last but not least was Mikasa. She approached with a small but genuine smile, pulling you into a quick hug. “It’s good to see you again,” she said simply.
You took a moment to look around, expecting to see Connie’s familiar face in the group, but there was still no sign of him. “Where Connie at?” you asked casually, your face scrunched up slightly from the sun beaming into your eye.
Eren shrugged lazily, leaning back, taking a slow sip from the red cup in his hand. “He’s around here somewhere,” the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Y’know, how he is.”
You chuckled softly at Eren’s playful remark, shaking your head cause this was very connie-like. But as the minutes ticked by without any sign of Connie, you decided to quietly slip away, going back toward the brownstone where Connie’s family had been.
You watched everyone around you, hearing the sound of laughter, music, and people talking.
Yet, in this moment, you felt distant. You let out a slow breath, leaning back slightly as your eyes moved across the street, scanning for that one person you’d been hoping to see.
You heard the sound of small feet running toward you. Looking up, your gaze landed on Connie's sister. Her curly pigtails bounced with every step. In her hands was a small notebook, the pages slightly crinkled from all the use. She clutched it tightly to her chest, making sure you couldn't see it before she showed you.
Her bright eyes locked on yours as she ran up the steps, nearly tripping on the last one, but she caught herself just in time.“I made something for you!” She plopped down beside you.
Her body leaning slightly toward you as she extended the notebook with both hands.“Oh, you did, huh? What is it?” You watched her small hands flip through the notebook’s crinkled pages. Her fingers, smudged with leftover crayon and marker.
“Look!” She looked up at you, her grin even wider now, revealing a missing front tooth. Your eyes fell on the drawing, the picture was of you, her, and Connie with different crayons.
In the center of the page, she had drawn herself with her signature ponytails, her hands held up in a peace sign, and her smile so big. To her left was you with your favorite hoodie and your favorite pair of sneakers, your arms wrapped around her.
And then there was Connie, standing on her other side. She’d drawn him tall, his smirk stretched across his face with a beanie covering his buzzcut. Connie’s hand was resting lightly on her shoulder, but his other hand was extended slightly toward you. Above his head, she’d drawn tiny pink hearts, scattered across the page
“This is all of us,” her eyes glistening. “Me, you, and Connie! And look, Connie’s looking at you like this.” She scrunched her nose and gave her best impression of a lovesick puppy, giggling as she pointed to the hearts above his head.
Your checks warmed up as you glanced at the drawing again, this time catching the little details you’d missed before. Connie’s figure was slightly closer to yours than hers.
You took the notebook gently from her small hands. “Wowww,” you said, “This looks so good. You did great!”
She giggled softly, leaning into your side, her head coming to rest gently against your arm. “Thanks,” she said quietly.
After a pause, she glanced up at you. “Do you think Connie’s gonna come today?” You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, your eyes moving from the notebook in your lap to her.
“I hope so,” you replied, wiping some of the small strands of her hair out of her face. “I’ve been waiting for him, too.” She let out a small hum of agreement, her eyelids drooping slightly as she cuddled closer. Her tiny fingers toying with the edge of your shirt.
“Do you think when we see him, we can all play together? Like we used to?” Her wide eyes looked up at you. You couldn’t help but smile, your heart filled with love for the little girl who had grown up right in front of your eyes.
"Yea." You pulled her in closer. “We can do that.”
"Promise?" You stuck your pinky finger out to her as her smaller one wrapped around yours.
"Promise." You made sure to press your thumbs together.
“Ma, I swear, I'm not even that late!" You heard that one voice that you would recognize anywhere. You and his little sister turned simultaneously, your heads snapping toward his voice.
There he was, slightly hunched as he tried to dodge his grandmother’s playful hits. She was scolding him, though the laughter in her voice made it clear she was just messing around.
“That’s him! That’s him!” his little sister squealed. She jumped up from the steps so quickly that it startled you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with her.
You couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm as she tugged you forward, her little legs moving as fast as they could. Her grip was strong for someone so small.
When she finally reached him, she let go of your hand and launched herself toward him, her arms stretching wide. Connie caught her, spinning her around.
As you slowed your steps, excitement in your chest grew stronger. Seeing him now, the smile on his face is so familiar. He looked really good, handsome.
Connie stood there, the sunlight framing his face as he walked up, his sister to the side of him. He wore a plain gray tee, the fabric snug across his shoulders and chest, the shirt having a few faint wrinkles. Dark green cargo pants sat low on his hips, giving a pop of color to the outfit, and they bunched slightly around his ankles, where you saw his black cats. A black Yankees beanie rested on his head, covering his overgrown buzzcut.
The sunlight hit his skin just right, giving it a warm glow from the faint sweat on his skin from the heat, with freckles dotted on his cheeks and nose.
But it was his eyes that got you the most, as they always did, hazel green mixed with gold that seemed to shift depending on how the light hit them. Today, the sun brought out the gold, making them glint in the sunlight.
Every detail of him was so distinctly Connie, from the slight tilt of his head when he laughed to the relaxed way he carried himself. He looked exactly how you remembered; every detail of him seemed to hit you over again, making your chest tighten, but the strongest one was the one being that he felt like home, you couldn't have been back home without him.
He then looked up, his eyes landing on you, and for a moment, the noise around you seemed to fade. “Yooo.” Your lips curved into the biggest smile, one you couldn’t fight back even if you tried. The rush of emotions hit you all at once, your steps quickened, closing the last bit of distance between you, practically launching yourself into his open arms.
“I missed you, Con,” your voice muffled against his chest as your arms wrapped tightly around him. He caught you with a laugh. He spun you around, the scent of weed and his favorite cologne filled your nostrils, just that scent alone was able to trigger so many memories in your mind.
"Naaa, you ain't' miss me, you went hollywood." He teased as he gently set you back on your feet, his hands lingering for just a moment longer.
“Nuh uh, that was all you.” You shot back as you playfully hit his arm.
He tilted his head slightly, his grin stretching wider as if he didn't believe you. “Mhm, sure,” You rolled your eyes at his words.
“Whatever, bro,” you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Y’know I’m just playing witchu,” he said smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. The way the words rolled off his tongue made your breath hitch, trying to fight back a smile while his gaze was steady on yours as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, a small smirk going across his face.
Before you could reply, his fingers wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you in closer for another hug, though his hands settled a little lower than you had expected, sending a wave of warmth throughout your body.
“I missed you too,” his voice quieter this time, while you felt the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear. Something about the way he said it, like he needed you to know.
You felt yourself melt into the hug, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt. His grip tightened just slightly, his chin brushing the top of your head as he held you there.
He held you so tightly, it felt like nothing else mattered, just the two of you in this moment.
You couldn’t see it, but Connie’s family stood a few steps away, their faces lit with knowing smiles. His grandmother nudged his mom lightly with her elbow, leaning in to whisper something that made them both chuckle quietly.
His younger siblings exchange words about him, finally confessing, but his brother says something like he's too scared. They all knew it wasn’t a secret to them. Connie had been in love with you since the day you two first met, and they’d been rooting for him ever since.
To everyone else, the signs were obvious the way Connie’s eyes always softened when he looked at you, his grin grew wider whenever you were near, the way his voice dropped just a little whenever he spoke to you.
And you. The way you lit up when he was around. It was like the rest of the world could see the invisible thread tying the two of you together, pulling you closer, except for the two of you.
It wasn’t just the way you two looked at each other, it was in every small interaction, the way the air around you seemed thicker whenever you were together.
To everyone watching, it wasn’t a matter of if but when. They could see it so clearly, two people hopelessly, obliviously in love. And here they were, hoping that this was the moment when you both finally realized what everyone else had known all along.
But it wasn’t. The moment passed as you both pulled away, though the warmth of his arms still stayed. Connie cleared his throat. “You gotta tell me how college life’s been,” he said, slinging his arm over your shoulders.
As you walked back toward the grill, the scent of food hit you, “Wassup, my boy,” his uncle called as he extended his hand, dapping Connie up.
“What’s good?” Connie replied. His Uncle didn’t respond right away. Instead, he pushed his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose, letting his eyes peek over as he looked past Connie.
His face broke into a sly smile as he nodded in your direction. “Ight na look whose back.”
"Yea, i've been starving," Connie's uncle smacked his teeth loudly, rolling his eyes.
"Yea yea, you just got here bout 30 minutes ago,” he shoke his head, making you laugh. "But thank you for commin' out tho, it's nice to see you."
You shrugged your shoulders at his comment. They were family to you, and you were gonna be there whether Connie was there or not. “You know I couldn’t miss this."
Connie's uncle quickly interrupted you with a laugh that made his whole body shake. “Mmhmm, couldn’t miss this, or couldn’t miss him?” He jabbed the spatula in Connie’s direction, his grin stretching wider as Connie immediately groaned in annoyance.
"Here he go," Connie's shoulders slumping slightly as he turned away for a second. Connie's uncle was wagging the spatula for emphasis.
“Nah, don’t ‘here he go’ me, boy. “I seen the way you was lookin’ at her earlier, actin’ all cool. You ain’t foolin’ nobody.”
“You done yet?” Connie asked, the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh, but the way his eyes flickered toward you gave away the truth that he wasn’t really mad.
“Nah, I’m just gettin’ started," adjusting the Yankees cap backward on his head. He gestured with his spatula to add more emphasis, “Lemme tell you somethin’. I been watchin’ this boy try to impress you since he was rockin’ them little light-up sneakers thinkin’ he was fresh as hell."
Connie groaned, dragging a hand down his face as you burst into laughter. “You doing too much." His uncle pointed the spatula at you now, his grin widening as he locked eyes with you.
"You remember that time he fell out that tree tryin’ to get you that dumb lil’ flower? The one you said was your favorite, even though you ain’t really care like that?”
Your eyes widened as the memory came rushing back, and a laugh escaped before you could stop it. “Oh my God, I forgot about that. The flower wasn’t even that cute.”
You could see the tips of Connie's ears turing red as he tried to act like he didn't care about the words being thrown at him, “Had that boy riskin’ life and limb for a weed.”
By now, Connie’s grandmother had shuffled over, hearing the end of the story, and started cackling, her laugh infectious. "He got halfway up the tree, lost his grip, and came tumblin’ down like Humpty Dumpty. Had him limpin’ for two weeks after that!” She added, “Had me running out with ointment and bandages." Everyone but Connie was laughing even tho he had a small curve to his lips while he was trying to fight back a laugh.
“And don’t even get me started on how he-” Connie's uncle began, ready to tell another embarrassing moment about Connie, but Connie cut him off with a louder voice, trying to drown out whatever story was about to say
“Chillll, you actin' mad, fed right now.” Despite his protest, a laugh broke through, ruining his attempt to sound serious.
Connie's grandmother couldn't help but roll her eyes at his choice of words." Boy, please. You just don’t want us exposin’ you."
Connie shot her a playful glare before running a hand over his face, clearly trying to suppress his own laughter. “Y’all got jokes today, huh?” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
But his uncle wouldnt let up. He pointed the spatula at Connie, his grin never leaving. “Nah, but for real,” He gestured between the two of you, his spatula emphasizing every word. “I been watchin’ you two since y’all was kids, and let me tell you, ain’t nobody else puttin’ up with yo' goofy ass like she does.”
You felt your cheeks warm up as his family's eyes turned towards you. Connie glanced at you, too, his grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, though he quickly looked away.
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice for dramatic effect, though it was loud enough for everyone to hear. “If you don’t lock it down, boy, imma have to start callin’ you a damn fool. And trust me, that name gon’ stick.”
Connie groaned loudly, throwing his head back dramatically, “We just friends, Unc.”
His uncle barked out a laugh, slapping his knee for emphasis. “Yea, ight, you a fool, and I heard that one before,” he said, pointing the spatula at Connie. “You know who else said the same thing? Me. And now look at me, thirty years deep with my ol' lady."
Connie let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he glanced at you briefly. His grandma chimed in then. “Listen to your uncle, baby. He’s makin’ sense for once in his life.”
The entire group burst into laughter, the sound rolling through like music. You couldn’t help but laugh too, despite the way your heart was racing. You glanced at Connie, catching his eye for just a moment before you looked away again.“Yea, yea. Let’s get you some food before they come up with more material.”
“Yea yea my ass get her, her food before I call her mama and tell her you slackin’. Don’t play with me, boy.” He gave Connie a look, the corners of his mouth twitching with a grin.
Connie shook his head with a quiet chuckle, his hand dragging over his face. He stepped around the table, grabbing a plate from the stack. “Man, y’all are somethin’ else,”
He turned toward you, his hazel eyes catching yours for a beat longer than necessary. Then, just as casually, he threw in a wink. “You better make sure my plate looks good, or I might actually have to call my mama.”
Connie paused mid-scoop, while he glanced sideways at you. “Oh, y’know I gotchu, don’t trip,”
You finally had your plate in hand, piled high with Chicharrón, some Arroz con Gandules, and sweet Fritos Maduros. The smell was so good you couldn’t wait to stuff your face.
Sitting into one of the classic white plastic chairs, you let out a satisfied sigh. Connie plopped down beside you, his own plate just as full. Soon, only the sounds for a moment were the crunch of the chicharrón and music.
“College been stressful,” you said between bites, the fork in your hand pausing briefly as you glanced over at him. “But it’s fun. I’ve met a lot of new people and done lots of new things."
Connie nodded as he chewed, his hazel eyes flicking to you. He swallowed quickly, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, his plate balanced on his lap.
"You been talkin’ to anyone?” Connie asked casually, but the way he leaned forward slightly and glanced at you out of the corner of his eye showed how curious he really was.
You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you set your fork down on the edge of your plate. “Boyuhh,” your eyebrows lifting giving him a look.
“What?” Connie said, feigning innocence as he shrugged, his lips going into a smirk. “I can’t ask questions?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the grin tugging at your lips. “No, I ain’t been talkin' no one,” you admitted, taking another bite out of your food.
Connie leaned back in his chair, bucking his hips to get more comfortable. He nodded slowly. “Mmhm, good,” the corners of his lips curving into a smirk.
You glanced at him quickly, trying to figure out if he was being serious or if he was just messing with you. “Stop playin’,” your head dropping down to avoid his gaze, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Whatchu mean, ‘good’?”
Connie shrugged, his smirk turning into a full grin. “I’m just sayin’. It’s good to know,” he casually replied, but the way his eyes lingered on you made it feel anything but casual.
“You so corny,” you bit back a smile as you tried to act all unbothered.
His eyes never left you as he leaned in, pulling your chair closer to him, the smirk never leaving his lips. “Corny, huh?” His arms folded across his chest, clearly enjoying the way you were trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face.
You looked down at the food on your plate, fiddling with your fork. “Yea,” the words coming out quieter than you intended, biting your bottom lip.
But Connie, chuckled under his breath, the sound deep as he was clearly satisfied with your reaction. “Mmhm,”
Connie leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto yours as he drummed his fingers lightly on the edge of your chair. “You callin’ me corny, but look at you over there,” a smile on his lips. “Tryin’ mad hard not to smile.”
You rolled your eyes at his comment, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your plate. “Ain’t nobody tryin’ anything,” wanting him to shift the attention off yourself, you blurted out, “How has life been back in Brooklyn?”
Connie tilted his head as he caught onto your attempt to change the topic. “Ahhh, not you tryna change the subject,” he laughed softly. He leaned back a little,” Brooklyn’s been, Brooklyn.”
"But foreal tho,” Connie’s voice dipped low, pulling your attention entirely to him. "I like you like this."
His eyes lingered on yours, your face scrunched slightly, “Like what?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended.
Without breaking eye contact, his hand moved, reaching out to rest gently on your knee. The touch was so casual, yet you felt your body warm. “Here,” His thumb began to move, brushing soft circles against your skin. “Wit' me.”
You blinked with a small smile going across your face slowly, all you could do was sit there as his fingers continued their movement against your skin. It felt like time had slowed down, the world around you fading as you were locked in that moment, just the two of you.
Connie leaned back, warm fingers leaving your thighs, shifting his weight onto one arm as he let his gaze rest on you, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His free hand tapping his thigh, “Ight, but lemme letchu finish your food before you start sayin’ I’m distracting you too much,”
You let out a dramatic sigh, shoulders rising and falling. Tilting your plate toward him, you showed him most of your untouched food. “You already did, con,” you whined, your lower lip turning into a playful pout.
Connie raised a brow, fingers brushing over the faint stubble along his jaw. He leaned in slightly, resting both elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, his hazel-green eyes narrowing playfully. “Oh? So it’s my fault now?”
“I mean,” You began, as your fingers held your plate to the side, “Let me ask the audience.” You turned your head to the side, pretending to look into the imaginary camera.
Connie let out a low chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly as he leaned back, the smirk still playing at his lips. “Man, whatever,” He shifted in his chair, leaning in just enough for his knee to brush lightly against yours.
“You done yet?” His smirk deepened as he cocked his head, his voice dipping just a little lower. “Or you gon’ keep tryna flirt with me so you don’t gotta get up?”
You couldn’t help but laugh hard in his face." You mad, delusional, shaking your head as you straightened up.
“Yea, ight,” Connie replied, pushing himself up in one smooth motion. He stretched lazily, arms reaching high, making his shirt ride up just enough to reveal a glimpse of his happy trail and the lines of his lower abs.
The stretch lasted only a second before his arms dropped back to his sides. He extended a hand toward you, tilting his head slightly, eyes gleaming, “C’mon,” he drawled. “Let’s go do something before you start blaming me for you being bored, too.”
"I could never be bored with you, Con," you said, a warm smile spreading across your face, as you reached out to take his hand.
The moment your fingers touched, Connie gave a slight tug, maybe a little harder than he meant to, pulling your head straight into his chest. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his thumbs brushing slowly up and down your skin.
“That’s like the nicest thing you’ve said to me today," he teased, fake-crying as he dramatically wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
You huffed, rolling your eyes as you pushed him off. "And you ruined it," shaking your head at him.
Before you could fully step away, he grabbed your hand again, fingers curling around yours. "Ight, my fault."
“C’mon tho” his fingers tugging you forward. You barely had time to respond as he moved the two of you through the crowd, your hand still firmly in his grasp.
He led you past groups of kids squealing and running through the open space, playing tag. You ducked your head slightly to avoid the trail of smoke drifting through the air, the scent of Black & Milds and whatever else the old heads were smoking lingering. They were playing spades on a folding table nearby, laughter rising from the men gathered around it.
You passed the cotton candy machine. A guy with the cart full of glowing toys waved light-up sticks in the air, calling out prices as kids tugged on their parents’ hands with wide eyes.
“Connie,” you said, breathless from both the pace and trying to keep up. “Where are you-” And then you saw it, the bounce castle. Slightly faded from all the years, its colors popped.
A short line of kids waited at the opening, some hopping in place, others tugging at the mesh walls. You slowed your steps, tugging back on his hand. “Connie, now you know damn well our big asses ain’t posed to be in there.”
He stopped just short of the entrance, turning to face you with that glint in his eye and a grin that was already guilty. “Ain’t nobody stoppin’ us,” he said, lowering his voice. “Just act like we checkin’ on the kids or somethin’.”
You stared at him, wide-eyed, your fingers still tangled with his. “You not serious right now.”
“Oh, I’m deadass,” eyes sparkling as he gave your hand another tug. “I’m tryna bounce, and you comin’ with me.”
You stared at him in disbelief, then at the poor kid operating the castle gate, who looked way too unsure about whether to stop him or just move out of the way. “Connie,” you warned again, but part of you was already smiling.
“If we pop this thing,” you side-eyed Connie as you approached the entrance. The bounce castle already wobbling under with all the kids already inside, and the closer you got.
Connie, completely unfazed, he cleared his throat dramatically, putting on his fake, responsible adult tone. “S'cuse me, lil man,” he said with an exaggerated nod toward the preteen standing guard at the mesh entrance, barely taller than the clipboard he was holding. “Just tryna check on some kids real quick. Won’t be long.”
You fought back a laugh as the kid squinted at both of you, arms crossed, lips pursed in suspicion. He looked Connie up and down, then at you behind him, eyes narrowing as if trying to calculate your combined weight. “Uh-huh,” the boy filled with attitude. “That’s what the last grown-ups said right before they popped it and dipped.”
Connie paused mid-step, glancing down at the kid with one brow raised. “Yo, don’t do me like that,” he said, holding back a grin. “I bounce light. Real aerodynamic. Don’t play me.” You shook your head at Connie's choice of words, sure he and that kid didn't even know what aerodynamic means.
The kid sucked his teeth and stepped aside just barely, giving you both the nastiest little side-eye. “Well, y’all better float, then,” he muttered. “Don’t have me out here explaining nothin’ to nobody.”
You nearly fell over when that lil’ kid hit y’all with the “y’all better float” line. Your knees buckled as laughter burst from your chest. You clutched your stomach, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. That lil’ boy was too bold. You were crying.
“Boy,” Connie snapped, flipping the mesh flap back down, towering over the kid with his brows furrowed. “Who you talkin’ to like that?” His tone dropped, all fake authority now, one hand cocked on his hip. “Don’t make me go find yo mama, 'cause I will.”
The kid didn’t blink. “Do it then,” he fired back instantly, folding his arms with a shrug. “Ain’t nobody scared of you. She's right over there by the snow cones, tell her I want red.”
Connie blinked, thrown off by how fast the boy came back. He turned fully around like he needed a moment to reset. “Yo. You bold. You real bold, kid,” he said, finger pointing.
The boy didn’t even flinch. “I just call it how I see it. Y’all both built like y’all supposed to be supervising, not jumpin’.” His lips pursed like he meant every word.
You let out a wheeze, your hands flying to your knees as you bent over, struggling to breathe between your laughs. “Na, why he on us like that?” Actual tears falling now.
Connie looked at you, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe the disrespect. “Nah, this is crazy,” he said. “Ight, kid. You got it.” He pointed at the boy, like he was giving him his props. “But at least we havin’ fun while you over here policing us like you, TSA.”
The boy sucked his teeth, then stepped aside with the most exaggerated sigh, “I’m just sayin’,” he muttered. “Bounce responsibly. I ain’t got time to be patchin’ no adult-sized holes.”
You completely lost it, stumbling through the entrance behind Connie, who was already shaking his head. Connie turned over his shoulder, dead serious. “You better bounce light. 'Cause if we pop this thing, I’m blamin’ him.”
“I dare you,” the kid replied with a smug smirk, already pulling the mesh flap back.
“Na, wussgud with him tho,” Connie said as he flopped dramatically into the castle, the whole castle shifting with his weight. “He gon’ grow up and be somebody’s sassy lil manager.”
There weren’t many kids left in the bounce castle by the time you two really got going. Most had already got out one by one, guided by that same sassy little boy who had taken it upon himself to enforce crowd control.
You watched from the far end of the castle as he stood at the mesh door, one hand on his hip, the other gesturing with exaggerated concern. “I’m just sayin’,” he announced to the remaining children. “I don’t trust it with all these adults in here. Y’all can bounce again later for your safety.”
Within minutes, the castle was practically empty. All that was a few echoing giggles outside, and you and Connie alone. Which, unfortunately for you, meant he had full range to be as annoying as possible.
Connie stood across from you, rising to his feet with that playful glint in his hazel eyes. He planted his feet wide for balance, knees bent, arms slightly out as the floor shifted under him.
He bounced once, then again, his grin growing as he got into it. Alright,” he said, his voice cocky, already hyping himself up. “I forgot how fire this feels. I’m lowkey an athlete.”
You laughed, already off balance as you pushed yourself upright, your arms flailing slightly to stay centered. “Athlete where?” you shot back, squinting at him. “You already almost busted your ass tryna stand.”
Connie raised an eyebrow, his grin deepening. “Bet.”
Before you could fire off another joke, he crouched low, jumping up with ease, his body flipping backward in the air with a burst of movement. He landed the backflip with a “Athlete here.” and immediately did a quick front flip, his arms out dramatically as he landed upright again, wobbling just a bit but holding it together.
You were still catching your breath, chest rising and falling from all the jumping. “You just a show-off,” you said, unimpressed.
Connie shot you a look. “Yea, ight,” he said, “Gotta give the people what they want.”
You scoffed, planting your hands on your hips as you bounced in place, the castle beneath you, letting out a squeak with every movement. “What people?” your face scrunched up in confusion. "It’s literally just me here, and I definitely didn’t ask for that.”
Without warning, he jumped forward, landing just a few inches in front of you, “Nah, you was thinkin’ it tho,” he said. “I saw it in your face. You were like, damn, he really could be an Olympic athlete.”
You threw your head back, letting out a full laugh. “Boy, bye,” you , shoke your head slowly as your hands found your hips. “I was thinkin’, damn, he really needa start floatin’ for real.”
“Naaa, you got jokes,” he said, still laughing as he shook his head. “That’s crazy.”
He took one exaggerated leap backward, his landing shaking the whole floor beneath you both, making you wobble a bit. Then he dropped low into a WWE-style wrestling stance, knees bent, arms out. His eyes locked on you like he was about to make a move.
Your smile dropped instantly. “Connie, don’t do no stupid shit,” you warned, pointing a finger at him. Your voice came out serious. “I swear, if you tackle me, I’m finna fuck you up, word to.”
“You gon’ have to fuck me up then."
Your eyes widened instantly. “Connie!” you shouted, spinning on your foot to take off, your feet running against the floor. Your arms flailed, trying to steady yourself, but you barely got two bounces in before he lunged.
Connie launched forward, his arms hooking tight around your waist mid-air. You let out a high-pitched squeal as he lifted you clean off the floor, your legs kicking instinctively.
You crashed down, your bodies bouncing multiple times against the floor. The whole floor wobbled from the impact.
You landed flat on your back, breath knocked out of you for a second, your hair sprawled around your face. Connie rolled halfway on top of you, one arm beside your head, the other still wrapped loosely around your waist.
You blinked up at him, your breath shaky, body still adjusting to the impact. “You dumb as hell,” you slapped him weakly at the back of his head. “Didn’t I say don’t do no stupid shit?
“Damn, chill!” Connie laughed, grabbing the back of his head with both hands, acting like you really hurt him. “Talk about abuse.”
“You laughing, girl? You think this is funny?” Trying to sound mad through your smile. “You almost broke my back, Connie. My spine."
“You dramatic,” Connie said, still breathless with laughter. He grinned wide, teeth flashing, then reached over and flicked you right in the center of your forehead with his middle finger. It was light, but just enough to make you glare.“You still breathing,” he added, like that made everything okay.
“Barely, nigga,” you, side-eyed him hard as you shifted on the floor, trying to sit up. Your legs still tangled loosely with his, making movement clumsy. You elbowed him lightly in the ribs out of spite.
But Connie had gone quiet. You didn’t even notice at first, too busy fixing your shirt and moving your hair out of your face. But when you glanced back, he wasn’t laughing anymore. He was just watching you. His smile had faded, his eyes locked on your face, deep and still and filled with something that made your breath hitch.
Not just looking at you, looking into you. “You mad pretty,” he said randomly. His voice quiet, like he didn't mean to say it out loud at all.
You blinked, caught completely off guard. “Oh, baby, you’re so weird.”
But he didn’t laugh. “It’s true,” Connie said again, the kind of softness in his voice that the kind that came from his heart. “You’re hella pretty. Like annoying levels of pretty. It’s actually crazy.”
“Shut up, Con,” your voice cracking just slightly, your lips trembling around the edges as you tried to hold it together. You turned your face away, but not fast enough to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
A smile he definitely saw.
And he didn’t say anything after that, he just let the moment hang in the air, his eyes still gently fixed on you like he didn’t want to look anywhere else.
“Connieeee!” The familiar voice rang out in the distance. You and Connie both lifted your heads at the same time. He was just starting to sit up fully when the bounce house flap flew open, the air shifting as Connie’s little sister came running in.
“Don’t hit her again!” she shouted, marching across the bounce castle floor. Her fists were balled tightly at her sides, her brows pulled together in a serious glare. All 40-something inches of her stood tall, like she’d been called by God to defend you. “I saw you tackle her!” she , pointed a finger at Connie. “That’s not fair!”
You broke into a loud laugh, your head tipping back as the sound burst out of you, caught completely off guard by how serious she looked.
Her tiny face was all scrunched up as Connie blinked, stunned, his brows furrowing as he looked down at her in disbelief, like he genuinely couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she had come in just to scold him. “I ain’t even hurt her for real,” he protested, tossing his hands up dramatically in defense. “We was just-”
“Don’t care!” she snapped, cutting him off with a stomp of her foot that made the whole bounce floor jiggle beneath her. Without warning, she took off in a full-speed sprint toward him, her little fists clenched.
“Yo, wait, wait, wait.” Connie let out a small laugh and groan as he stumbled backward, his back hitting the bounce house floor with a soft thud.
“Get him!” she screamed, but she was giving it everything she had with her tiny arms wrapping around him in an attempt to pin him down.
You scrambled to your feet, still giggling, and lunged toward him, throwing a bunch of light punches at his chest and shoulders. Connie threw his arms up dramatically, clutching his side like you were actually hurting him.
"Agh, damn girl, why you hittin’ so hard?!” he yelled playfully, his body falling deeper into the bounce castle floor like you’d knocked the wind out of him.“Y’all double teaming,” he groaned, as his sister jumped on his leg again. “It’s not fair. I need backup.”
You were laughing so hard your punches slowed, your hands slapping gently against his sides. His eyes full of fake agony, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open like he was on his last breath.
By the time the three of you finally stepped out of the bounce castle, the sky had softened into a blend of yellow, orange, and pink colors.
The sun was dropping low, and a golden hue cast over the neighborhood. The noise of the block party had quieted into a quiet murmur. People had already started packing up, folding chairs closed, grills were getting turned off, but the smell of food still lingered in the air.
Connie’s little sister walked beside you, her small hand curled around yours. With each step, she did little skips, her shoes thudding lightly against the pavement, her hair bouncing with every movement.
Her fingers gripped yours tightly whenever her feet left the ground, like she wanted to make sure you stayed right there with her. You could feel the way she clung to your side, how she kept glancing up at you every few seconds, she missed you.
Connie trailed just a few steps behind, eyes on both of you, hands tucked in the pockets, a small smile on his lips.
“Let’s get outta here.” Connie leaned in closer. The corners of his mouth tugged into that lopsided smile you knew all too well. His breath was warm against your ear, and the way his hazel-green eyes locked onto yours made your heart skip a beat. “I wanna show you what you been missin’.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, lips curving into a teasing smile. “Boy, I just got back.” A soft laugh slipped from your lips as you nudged him playfully with your elbow..
But the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, stirred something warm in your gut. It didn’t just feel like he wanted you. It felt like he missed you. Like he needed you.
“Let’s say bye to your people first,” you said, glancing over to where Connie’s family was still posted up on the steps, laughing and talking like the party was still in full swing.
The three of you started walking together. Connie’s little sister suddenly let go of your hand and took off running with a squeal, her ponytail bouncing as she launched herself into her mom’s lap.
As soon as you reached the steps, Connie didn’t waste a second. “ight, y’all, we finna head out. We’ll see y’all later,” he said all in one breath before anyone could really register it. He slung his arm around your shoulders, locking you into a, playful chokehold.
“Connie.” Your voice was light as your hand instinctively reached up to grip his forearm. Your fingers curled gently around his skin, trying to push him off without really trying. He wasn’t even holding you that tight.
“Connie, uh-uh! Get your ass back over here!” one of his aunts hollered from the steps. But Connie? He wasn’t listening. Didn’t even flinch. His steps only picked up speed as he led you further down the block, his arm still slung around your shoulders, locking you in. You could feel the way his body shook with quiet laughter, clearly amused by all the noise behind you.
“Connie!” his grandma barked, trying again. “Boy, you hear me talkin’ to you!”
You glanced back over your shoulder with a small grin, turning your head just enough to wave at his family members still calling out, watching you both with amused expressions.
Some were laughing. Some were shaking their heads. His uncle even held up his phone like he was about to snap a picture. “They so damn fresh,” you heard someone say with a chuckle.
Once you got far enough down the block, just out of his family’s view, your eyes landed on the familiar car parked down the block, the back of a 1997 Acura Integra, the wrap a glossy dark blue with a few scuffs and scratches. You immediately rolled your eyes at the sight of it.
“Oh my god, Connie, ain’t no way you still got this old-ass car.”You shoved yourself out of the loose chokehold he still had you in. The taillight still had that slight fogginess to it, and one of the bumper stickers you remembered from years ago was somehow still holding on.
But just from the outside, you could tell Connie had been putting in work. The glossy royal blue wrap shinned under the lights. The chrome trim around the windows was polished, and the blacked-out rims gave the car a more modern look.
He'd even swapped out the old headlights for LEDs that gave off a cool glow. The windows were tinted just dark enough to hide whoever was inside, but still legal enough to get away with. Even the old Acura badge on the trunk looked new, like he had replaced it.
“Na, you ain’t gon’ get on my baby like that,” Connie said, yanking his keys out of his pocket. His face was srucnhed up, looking like he was offended.
“You don’t see these upgrades?” He stepped back, arms spread like he was showing off a masterpiece. “Look at the wrap. Glossy royal blue custom. No scratches. No marks. Rims blacked out. New tires, LED lights. Don’t play with me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “C’mon, get in,” Connie said, doing a small jog around to the passenger side like he was a valet.
He pulled the door open, letting you step inside, while he then leaned against the door frame, one arm resting on the roof. “She’s old, yea,” he said, eyes glinting with pride as you slid into the seat. “But she got personality. You ain’t even seen the inside yet.” He gave you a playful wink before gently closing the door behind you.
He opened the door and slid in beside you, the car dipping just slightly with his weight. He twisted the key in the ignition, the soft rum of the engine coming to life, the interior lights started to glow blue and purples lining the edges of the dashboard and beneath your feet.
“You see these upgrades?” He glanced at you with a proud look on his face. “C’mon, I know you feel these new leather seats, stop playin’, this ain’t the same car from high school.” He patted the seat under him, then leaned forward, tapping the touchscreen in the center console as music started to cue up. “Peep the lights. You see that? I got ambiance in here now. He turned to you with a raised brow, waiting for your reaction.
“No more static either. I got the Bluetooth in this joint. Aux, touchscreen, all that. We don’t gotta listen to no ass radio, no more talkin’ ’bout you can play whatever you want, Apple Music, Spotify, shit, even SoundCloud."
“C’mon, baby, stop playin’ with me,” Connie said with that cocky grin as he shifted the car into reverse. He leaned back casually, his right arm stretched across the back of your seat while his left hand stayed steady on the wheel.
You felt the light pressure of his fingers brushing against your headrest as he looked over his shoulder, his jawline catching the last of the sunset slipping in through the windshield.
The car eased out of the spot with a low rumble, tires crunching gently over gravel as he maneuvered out of the spot. “Go ‘head,” he said once he straightened out, reaching into the cup holder for his phone. He held it out to you, his screen already on the Spotify app. “Play you want.”
As the car pulled onto the road, the block was quieter now, no longer loud with the energy of the party, but filled with that soft nighttime Brooklyn, the occasional bark of a dog, people chilling on stoops.
It was a mix of old and new. A weed dispensary where a food spot used to be. A freshly painted mural on the corner wall, you remembered being blank for years. Graffiti tags with street art. It was all still your neighborhood.
You decided to hit shuffle, and the opening notes of “2am” by Cassanova flowed through the speakers. Connie’s fingers immediately started tapping along to the beat. His hand was light on the wheel, guiding the car with ease.
“You still ain’t tell me where we goin’,” you said, your voice soft over the music. You turned slightly to face him, your eyes drifting from the road to his side profile, the subtle curve of his jawline, the glint in his hazel-green eyes, the curl of his lips.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Connie said, that stupid-ass grin still plastered on his face, like he was trying real hard to keep things cool. But you knew him too well. He kept his eyes on the road, but you could tell he wasn’t fully present.
His bottom lip was pulled slightly between his teeth, not enough to bite, just enough to fidget. Every now and then, he’d tap his thumb against the steering wheel faster than the beat, or do a double-tap, something he always did when he was thinking too hard.
You knew him all too well. You leaned back in your seat, watching him out of the corner of your eye. He was in his head. Big time. Probably thinking ten steps ahead like he always did, overanalyzing everything, probably even second-guessing bringing you wherever y’all were headed.
He let a few more beats of the song pass, fingers still tapping gently. His hand slid from the gearshift and landed on your thigh. You felt the warmth from his palm. His fingers spreading just lightly over your skin. He moved like he’d been waiting to do that all day.
You turned to look at him, that lopsided smile already tugging at your lips. But Connie? He didn’t even glance your way. His eyes stayed glued to the road ahead, jaw relaxed, left hand is steering, the other is gripping your thigh.
Now it was your turn to overthink. Your eyes flicked down to his hand resting on your thigh, his fingers still. The warmth of his touch lingered on your skin, making it hard to focus on anything else. The longer it stayed, the more your heart picked up speed.
You glanced at his face, his expression unreadable. That grin had faded into something more serious, like he was trying not to let his nerves show, but you saw the way his thumb kept tapping against the steering wheel, the way he licked his lips and blinked a little slower than usual.
Your fingers twitched in your lap. Should you grab his hand? Would that make it weird? Would it make it better? You shifted slightly in your seat, pretending to adjust your shorts just to buy yourself another second.
You pressed your lips together, your thigh tingled under his touch, your chest was tight with something warm and stupid, and suddenly the air between you two felt thick.
Finally, like you couldn’t help yourself anymore, your hand inched closer to his. Your pinky brushed against his first. Then slowly, you slid your fingers under his, your hand slipping into his palm, and his fingers curled around yours without hesitation.
He turned to face you, eyes lingering, searching like he was trying to read your mind. But now your head stayed facing forward, fixed on the road ahead. You didn’t look at him, not with how fast your heart was thudding against your chest.
He could tell you were trying to keep it cool, but the small things gave you away. The way your hand tightened slightly in his. The way your breath hitched when you felt his gaze still on you. And even though your face stayed the same, your body leaned just a bit toward him.
Connie tilted his head a little, the corner of his mouth twitching up, not a smirk this time, “Y’not slick,”
“Boy, please, you not slick,” Your eyes stayed fixed on the windshield, hands suddenly fidgety in your lap. It came out harsher than you meant it, but the nerves bubbling in your chest made everything feel ten times more intense.
Connie let out a low chuckle, “Trust, I ain’t tryna be,” he said, glancing at you out the corner of his eye.
You shook your head, biting back a smile, still facing toward your window even though your face was burning. “Whatever,” you muttered, but your fingers, without even thinking, gave his hand the smallest squeeze.
For a second, neither of y’all said anything. The music low between you, his thumb brushed gently up and down your skin like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. But you didn’t want him to stop, and neither did he.
You started to have that feeling back in your chest the moment you caught a glimpse of the faded brick building just up ahead, your old elementary school.
The name was still barely visible on the side, the playground out back rusted but still standing. The moment you saw it, it hit you. The benches tagged up with old Sharpie, your names with hearts carved into the wood.
This was the park where you first met Connie, barely old enough to know how to spell each other's names but already chasing each other through the grass. You played tag, hide-and-seek, and swung so high on the swings that the sky seemed so close.
It was where you had your first fist fight, your knuckles scraped, eyes blown wide, over something stupid you couldn’t even remember now. Connie had been the one to pull you back, arms around your waist, yelling at you to chill while also lowkey laughing because he was impressed you could swing like that.
It was where y’all got high for the first time. Huddled behind the old jungle gym, giggling over a joint rolled way too loose, trying to act grown while your eyes watered from your nose and throat burning. Connie kept pretending he wasn’t paranoid as fuck, and you were the one to calm him down.
It was where you came when your heart broke for the first time, sitting on the swings long after the sun had gone down, tears on your cheeks. Connie had pulled up in a hoodie, silent at first, then offering you half his Arizona and the rest of his hot fries like that was enough to fix a broken heart. And somehow, it kind of was.
And now, here you were again. Years later. Older, different, but somehow the same. You glanced at Connie from the passenger seat, his profile soft in the fading light. And just for a second, the years in between didn’t feel so far away.
“Let’s go.” Connie's voice was low as he cut the engine, the hum of the car dying. He twisted the keys from the ignition with a quick flick of his wrist.
You didn’t move right away. You just sat there, legs crossed, fingers playing with the edge of your shorts, your body turned slightly toward him. Connie always opened your door. Ever since he got this car passed down to him, back when the passenger side door used to stick so bad he had to wrestle it open, and the AC barely worked, you had all the windows rolled down, he’d made it a thing. Said it was manners. It was just how he moved with you.
So you waited, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watched him unbuckle, push open his door with a bit of extra force, and step out. The car rocked slightly from the shift in weight. He didn’t even look back as he jogged around the front.
As he reached for your handle,the veins in his arms flexing, his face unreadable. And then the door creaked open, and there he was, standing tall, leaning his forearm casually on the roof, looking down at you with that boyish grin.
The two of you stepped onto the cracked pavement path, and a gentle breeze rustled the trees overhead, carrying with it the faint scent of grass and playground rubber.
Your steps were slow and steady, falling in rhythm with Connie’s beside you. Neither of you said much at first, but the silence wasn’t awkward, it was just quiet.
The tips of your fingers brushed once.
Then again.
Not fully holding hands, but lingering close enough that you both noticed. His pinky barely grazed yours before pulling back, and you caught the slight glance he gave you out of the corner of his eye like he was waiting to see if you’d flinch. You didn’t. If anything, your hand moved in his direction.
You made your way over to the swings, you and Connie always had your designated spots. His was the one on the end, the one that dipped slightly lower from him and other kids jumping off it too many times. Yours was the one next to it, the swing that rarely squeaked.
Your gaze lingered on it, a wave of nostalgia hitting harder than you expected. That swing had been yours, you defended every summer.
You could still remember Connie pretending not to care, then racing you for it the moment your back was turned. One time, he even pushed you not too hard, just enough to make you stumble so he could snatch it first, laughing his ass off while you shouted empty threats behind him.
You shook your head at the memory, lips still curled in that soft, nostalgic grin. “Dumbass really pushed me for a swing,” you mumbled to yourself, a quiet laugh escaping as you gently kicked a small rock on the ground.
You saw Connie’s eyes flick toward the swings, that glint lighting up before he even moved. “Connie, don’t you fucking dare.”
But he was already gone, bolting through the swing gate with a laugh spilling out of his chest. You took off right behind him, your shoes pounding against the cracked pavement as you tried to catch up, your breath quick with disbelief and laughter.
“Connie!” you called. But of course, he made it to the swings first, your swing, claiming it, dropping into the seat with a dramatic sigh like he belonged there. He gripped the chains with both hands, leaning back like he was perfectly comfortable, like he hadn’t just stolen your spot for the millionth time.
He swung gently, looking over at you with a smug little grin. “What?” he said innocently. “You was movin’ too slow.”
“Connie, get up,” you snapped, breathless from running.
He just shrugged, dragging the tip of his sneaker in the foam. “Nah, I’m chillin’. Feels like good right here.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, your hands planted firmly on your hips, “You got one minute before I drag you off that swing, Springer. Don’t test me.”
Connie tilted his head back lazily, that grin never once leaving his face. “Mmm, drag me then,” he said, kicking his feet just enough to make the swing creak back and forth. “You always tryna fight me for this swing. You ever think maybe it likes me better now?”
You crossed your arms, raising a brow. “Boy, please,” you scoffed, stepping closer. “I don’t think anything likes you better. Not the swing, not the park, not even Mister Softee. You're delusional.”
“That’s crazy,” he leaned back farther into the swing, letting it rock under him. “You come back, I offer you a ride, treat you to a lil nostalgia tour, and you out here disrespectin’ my name in front of my swing?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the smirk tugging at your lips. “Get up before I actually drag you off.”
He grinned wider, cocking his head playfully. “Make me.”Just as Connie started to kick his legs, easing himself into a slow swing, you stepped in without hesitation. Your fingers curled tightly around his forearm, and with one sharp tug, you yanked him clean off the seat.
“Yo, chill!” he shouted through a burst of laughter, his body jolting forward. His feet scrambled to catch his balance, arms flailing before he managed to steady himself. He turned around wide-eyed, a hand clutching his chest like he almost just died. “You really dragged me like that?!”
You didn’t even blink. You spun on your heel and dropped yourself onto your swing. The chains rattled under your grip as you leaned back into it. “Don’t ever play wit' me.”
He blinked at you in disbelief, lips parted. “Ight, my fault,” he muttered, brushing the front of his shirt. “Snatched me up like I owe you money.”
“Honestly, you probably do,” you shurgerd as Connie dropped down onto his swing with a heavy thud, the one he always used to grab.
The rusted metal squeaked like it always did as he settled his weight into it. Without warning, he kicked off hard, his sneakers digging into the ground for momentum. The swing jolted forward, lifting him high into the air, the chain links clinking as he moved back and forth.
You side-eyed him, your own swing gently swaying with each small kick of your feet. “Boy, you really doing all that for real?” your eyes trailing after him as he went higher with each push.
His feet kicked out, his back arched just enough to make the swing rise higher, the chains tightening with a small creak.
Connie turned his head toward you mid-swing, “Gotta remind you I still got it,” he called out, voice rising.
You just shook your head, lips twitching into a soft smile as you let your gaze wander, taking in the park in. It was fully dark now, the sky above a deep navy, faintly lit by a few stars that peeked through the light pollution. The only real glow came from the old streetlamps scattered around the park, some flickering weakly.
The air smelled like a mix of damp earth and faint weed smoke. There were still a few people hanging around, mostly older teens huddled near the basketball court with hoodies pulled over their heads, passing around a joint and talking low. Their laughter drifting in and out.
The place had changed. Some of the benches had been replaced so homeless people couldn't sleep on them. The paint on the jungle gym was peeling more than you remembered.
But everything else? Still the same. You exhaled slowly, your breath visible in the chill that had crept in with the night, and for a second, it almost felt like you never left.
“Y' know,” your voice soft as his swing slowed to a gentle rock. “It’s crazy, one day we were just little kids here, and now we’re some grown-ass adults.”
He dragged the toes of his sneakers along the foam, slowing his movements so he could turn his head toward you. “I used to think I’d grow up, get rich, buy the park just so nobody else could touch it,” a small laugh left his lips. “Like, I was ready to put my name on it and everything. ‘Connie’s Park.’”
You snorted, your fingers tightening around the cool chains as your own swing rocked lightly beside his. “Please, Connie. You’d be a terrible park owner,” you said, rolling your eyes with a grin. “You’d ban kids for no reason and take all the good swings for yourself.”
“Nahhh, not if it was just for us,” he turned more toward you, the chain squeaking as he twisted in place. “Like, imagine that. No noise, no people, just us. You on your favorite swing, me on mine. Forever.”
Your breath caught for a second, you looked over at him, his features relaxed in the dim glow, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world quieted.
There was just something about Connie, something that had always been there. The way he spoke to you, like every word, even when he was just joking. The way he looked at you. That pull he had on you, the closeness that had been there since you were kids.
Back when it was just scraped knees and daring each other to jump off swings. But now? It was still there, but deeper. No matter how far you went or how long you’d been gone, in moments like this, sitting beside him with the night, it shows how close you two really are. Reminding you that you never really let him go.
Without even thinking, your hand reached across the space between you, fingers brushing lightly against his. You didn’t grab him, not yet, just let your fingertips rest there, testing the waters. Connie didn’t flinch. He turned his hand out. The warmth of his skin met yours as your fingers slid into his, locking together.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Instead, his thumb started tracing soft, slow circles over the back of your hand.
“You still think you could beat me in a race across the park?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence with a smirk tugging at your lips.
He blinked over at you, his grin already forming. “Beat you? Girl, I did beat you. Every single time.”
“That’s a damn lie,” you shot back, laughing. “I let you win once, and you’ve been delusional ever since.”
He turned toward you now, eyes glinting, the chains of his swing twisting slightly as he angled himself in your direction. “Nah, you always had a lil’ crush. That’s what it really was. You let me win ‘cause you liked me.”
You scoffed. “Boy, please. If anything, you had the crush. You used to chase me round' this park like a puppy.”
He leaned a bit closer, his swing inching toward yours just enough that your knees brushed. “And look at us now, still chasing each other.”
“Na you chasing me”
“Man, whatever, c’mon, let’s go see how Junior’s doin’,” Connie said, nodding his head down the block toward the deli. You both knew exactly who he meant. Junior, the deli owner who had been holding it down on the corner since before yall were born.
He was at least forty years older, with a greying beard and a voice that carried. But despite his age, Junior had the kind of energy that made the neighborhood feel alive.
Always posted behind the counter with a half-eaten sandwich and some sports game playing in the background, he treated you two like you were his own, especially when you’d come in with new report cards. He’d give you free snacks if your grades were good, giving you chips and honey buns.
Connie, of course, never had the grades to match, but Junior let him slide anyway, always talking ‘bout “I’m rewardin’ potential, not performance.”
You laughed softly at the memory, already able to picture Connie lying through his teeth about a fake B-minus just to get a free Arizona, and Junior pretending to believe him, all while shaking his head with that little smile he couldn’t hide.
The walk to Junior’s was mostly calm, the kind of quiet that only really hits late at night. The air was warm from the summer humidity, but the sidewalks had cleared. You and Connie walked side by side, your steps slow and easy, the kind of silence that felt comfortable until it wasn’t.
“Oh my gosh,” you shrieked, body jolting as your feet left the ground, startled. A massive rat darted across the cracked sidewalk just inches ahead, its long tail dragging behind. You’d jumped straight into Connie’s side without thinking, gripping his arm like your life depended on it.
Connie nearly doubled over, bursting out laughing. “Yo. It wasn't even that big.” He looked at you with a grin, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.“Clearly, you been outta New York too long.”
You glared at him, heart still thudding as you reluctantly let go of his arm. “Connie, c’mon, nah, that thing was huge. Like a big ass opossum.”
The two of you finally made your way to the deli, the fluorescent lights casting a soft glow. The chipped red-and-yellow awning still hung above the doorway, the same one that had been there since y’all were kids, its colors a little more faded now. The neon “OPEN” sign in the window, and the door creaked like it always had.
You expected him to not be there right now, figuring it was too late for Junior to still be behind the counter. He had to be over sixty by now, and even back then, he always joked about retiring. But as you pushed the glass door open and the little bell overhead jingled, there he was.
Standing behind the counter like he’d been waiting for y’all this whole time, arm resting on the worn surface. His salt-and-pepper beard was a little longer, the circles under his eyes a little deeper, but that same smile spread across his face the moment he saw you. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Junior said, like no time had passed at all.
You let out a laugh, one that came straight from the gut, your eyes lighting up. “Damn, Junior. You still here?”
He chuckled, tossing the half-scratched lotto ticket onto the counter. “Y’all thought I was gonna retire before I saw your grown ass again? Nahhh. Ain’t no way,” he said, as he rounded the side of the counter.
Without hesitation, he pulled you into a tight hug, the kind that squeezed the breath out of you yet made you feel safe all at once. His arms wrapped around your frame. Junior was someone who watched you grow up, who fixed your scraped knees, saw report cards, and let you have snack runs after school. “Long time no see,” his palm giving your back a firm pat. “’ Bout time you came back.”
You could feel his smile before you saw it again, the kind that wrinkled his eyes and softened his whole face. Over his shoulder, Connie grinned too, watching the reunion with a smile.
Connie was already grinning ear to ear. He leaned his elbow on the counter, the exact way he used to back when he was sixteen and coming in here every other day after school. Eyes flicking to the familiar snack racks and scratch-offs behind Junior like nothing had changed.
“You still givin’ out free chips if I say I got straight A’s?” Connie asked. They dapped each other up, a small clap coming from them. Junior was pulling him in for a quick half-hug, slapping his back, like no time had passed at all.
Junior grabbed one of the newspapers behind Connie while they were in a hug and he smacked Connie on the back of the head, not hard, but just enough to make Connie duck like a kid again. “Boy, you never had straight A’s,” Junior grinned from ear to ear, shaking his head like he still couldn’t believe the lies Connie used to try to sell him back in middle school.
Connie held the back of his head with an exaggerated wince. “Damn. You tryna give me brain damage, old man?”
Junior waved him off like he’d done a hundred times before. “You already came in here wit yo brain damaged,” he said, pointing a finger at Connie like he was scolding him, but the warmth in his eyes told the truth. “But go ahead. Take what you want. You know how it go.”
Connie lit up at that, already eyeing the shelves like a kid let loose in a candy store. “Say less,”
You couldn’t help but laugh, watching the exchange while you were looking at the drinks.
“You two ain’t married yet?” Junior called out while he was walking behind the counter, full of that nosy-uncle energy he always had. His voice carried across the deli as you were reaching into the fridge to grab you and Connie’s usuals.
You turned your head slowly, your fingers still wrapped around the handle of the refrigerator door. Connie let out a low laugh beside you, already cracking open his Arizona Fruit Punch like the question didn’t bother him.
You pulled out your own drink, a cold Watermelon Arizona, and shut the fridge door with your hip, shooting Junior a look. “Junior, you still on that?”
Junior scoffed dramatically, tossing the scratch-off booklet onto the counter like he was offended. “On that? C’mon. I’m gettin’ old, I wanna be able to be at y’all’s wedding before my knees give out,” he said, rubbing his lower back for emphasis as he leaned forward. “I practically raised y’all in here.”
“You know how many sandwiches I made while y’all sat right there,” he pointed to the worn corner, where there were chips from years of wear and tear, “arguing about who was better at Double Dutch."
You laughed, already picturing a younger you and Connie perched on that counter with hot chips in hand, play-fighting between sips of soda. Connie snorted beside you, shaking his head with a grin, but Junior kept going.
His voice softened a little as the memory pulled him back, a crooked smile spreading. “Every week it was somethin’. You with your jump rope and Connie swearin’ up and down he could out-jump you while the boy couldn’t even stay in rhythm.”
“Na, I had rhythm.” Connie cut in defensively, grinning.
Junior didn’t even glance at him. “You had rhythm like a busted washing machine.” He snorted, then looked back at you. “But you always came back. Both of you. Like this place was home.”
“Man, whatever lemme get two chopped cheeses with barbecue sauce,” Connie said, leaning casually against the glass counter like he’d never left. He tapped the counter with two fingers, then glanced back at you with a smirk. “You still like it with the barbecue, right?” You couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as you nodded your head.
Junior, still rocking his signature Yankees cap tilted slightly to the side, gave Connie a squint, already pulling gloves on with one hand as he reached for the grill handle with the other. “Y’all come back here like no time passed. Same order, same nonsense. You want it on a hero or a roll?”
“Roll,” Connie answered instantly. “C’mon, y'know how we eat old man.” You leaned on the edge of the chip rack, eyes scanning the row of candy and chips.
As Junior threw the meat on the hot grill, it began to crackle and hiss. You felt Connie’s shoulder brush against yours lightly, casually.
Junior nodded at both of you while flipping the meat. “I swear, I blink and y’all all grown. But y’all always been a pair. Don’t matter how long it’s been, you two walk in here, and it’s like nothin’ ever changed.” You glanced at Connie again. He was already watching you.”
“Yea,” he murmured. “Some things just never change.”
Just as if on cue, a familiar soft purr echoed from the corner of the deli. You barely had to look, your body reacted before your eyes even found her. Walking her way out from behind the chip rack came the deli cat, the same one you and Connie had practically grown up with. Her orange-and-white fur was a little duller now, her body moving slower now.
Your face lit up instantly. “Hi, mama,” your voice softened the way it always did for her. You bent to your knees, hand already reaching out as she found herself around your legs, her purrs growing louder the longer you stroked down her back. Her body brushed against you.
“She don’t even like nobody no more.”Junior called out with a chuckle from behind the counter, flipping the meat on the grill.
Connie snorted behind you. “That’s ‘cause she got taste.” You scooped her up gently, hands sliding beneath her soft belly as she let out a low purr, already melting into your arms like she’d been waiting for this all day.
As soon as she settled against your chest, she put her head up and began nuzzling into the curve of your neck, her little head pressing insistently like she was claiming you all over again.
“Aww,” you cooed, voice dropping to that tone only reserved for her, “I missed you too, mama.” Your fingers automatically began stroking behind her ears, where her fur was still the softest, while her tail flicked back and forth.
Junior returned to the counter, setting everything down like it was, the two warm sandwiches wrapped in foil, two ice-cold Arizonas, and a pack of watermelon Sour Patch and Skittles. All of it slid neatly into the classic black plastic bag.
"How much we owe you?” Connie asked, already pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.
Junior shot him a look over the top of his glasses, one brow raised like he couldn’t believe Connie had the nerve to even ask that. “Boy, put that wallet away.” Junior leaned on the counter, crossing his arms with an unimpressed look. He’d known you two your whole lives and wasn’t about to start charging now.
“You think I’m takin’ money from y’all tonight? After all them years of you eatin’ for free just ‘cause she brought home good grades?” He nodded toward you with a smirk.
You laughed, gently nudging Connie with your elbow. “He’s not wrong. I was the reason you got snacks sometimes.”
Junior pointed a finger at you, nodding. “She held it down, and you always came in here actin’ like you earned it.” Junior waved dismissively at Connie
Junior pushed the bag toward you both. “Now take your food and get outta here before I change my mind.”
You both grabbed the bag, your hands brushing for just a second as you lifted it. You turned to leave, Junior added with a wave of his hand, “Y’all be safe out there. And don’t go makin’ no babies on my block, you hear?”
“Too late,” Connie said under his breath, and you smacked his arm on your way out the door, your laughter ringing.
“Missed his ass. He needa sit his old ass down somewhere tho, should be sleep by now.” Your voice full of affection as you stepped out onto the sidewalk. Connie was already swinging open the passenger side, waiting for you to get in.
"Deadass," he agreed. You slid into the car, the leather seats.
The scent of his cologne clung to the air inside. Not that you would say it out loud, but you really liked the way he fixed up the car from the last time you saw it.
Connie settled into the driver’s seat, the door clicking shut behind him. The keys jangled softly as he slid them into the ignition, but he didn’t start the car right away. His hand came to rest on the back of your headrest, fingers lightly drumming against the leather as his eyes found yours.
“Y’know,” he started, voice low, in a way that wasn’t like him. Not the Connie everyone knew, not the jokster. This was different. Softer. “I fixed this car up, not just ‘cause I love it.” He paused, his tongue pressing against his cheek like he was working through the rest in his head before it left his mouth.
“But ‘cause I ain’t wanna let go of the stuff we did in it.” Which was history. You. Him. All the laughter, the arguments, the late-night drives, being stupid teenagers, and even still now, the unsaid confessions.
You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face. Connie’s words hung in the air. He didn’t look at you after he said it. Just stared straight ahead.
Instead, your hand moved slowly, deliberately across the center console. You reached for his fingers, brushing against his knuckles, then sliding between them. Like no time had passed. You didn’t look at him right away. Just squeezed soft at first, then tighter.
You just let the moment pass, your hand still intertwined with his, fingers resting softly against his palm. You leaned into the center console a little more, something drawing you toward him without even realizing it.
Your gaze wandered not intentionally and landed on his forearm. That’s when you noticed the new ink. You reached over without saying a word, your fingertip gently brushing the edge of a tattoo that curled just along his forearm.
The tattoo caught your eye in the dim lights, one you didn’t fully remember. So it had to be newer, something he must’ve gotten after you left.
Your nail traced along the lines. You felt Connie’s breath hitch as your finger moved slowly across the ink, the silence between you stretching. His arm stayed still, letting you take your time. Letting you see it. Like maybe he’d been waiting for this moment to show you, to let you find it on your own.
But once you recognized it, you couldn’t forget it. Your lips parted slightly, a breath caught in your throat. There, in the design, were those terrible doodles, the same ones you and Connie had drawn of each other back in elementary school.
Lopsided heads, uneven arms, big stupid grins. One of them was supposed to be you, the other him. And beneath each figure, your initials were scrawled in that same terrible handwriting you'd used back then, yours under the crooked girl, his under the terribly drawn boy. It was ridiculous. And it damn near broke you.
Because of all the things he could’ve inked on his skin, that’s what he chose.“Connie,” you breathed, your voice softer now. Your eyes lingered on the tattoo, thumb brushing lightly over the outline of your childhood drawings.
“What?” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “You tryna distract me while I’m drivin’?” he said, that smirk playing on his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
He was trying to play it off. To shift the weight of the moment back into something light, like he always did when he overthought. But his fingers gripped the wheel a little tighter. And even though he was staring at the road, you could tell he was waiting to see what you’d do next.
“Connie,” you say again, even softer this time. Your voice barely above a whisper, your eyes hadn’t left his arm, your fingers still resting gently over the tattoo. There was something about seeing your childhood doodles, inked forever into his skin, that made your chest ache.
Your throat tightened, your vision blurring just a little, and you blinked rapidly, holding back the sudden rush of emotion. It was silly, and he’d made it permanent. “You’re too sweet.”
“Don’t cry.” He had parked the car by then, the engine ticking quietly in the silence as he turned to face you fully. One of his hands came off the steering wheel, the pad of his thumb brushing beneath your eye, catching the small tears that had begun to gather in the corners.
It wasn’t just about the tattoo. It was everything. The way he looked at you. The way he remembered small things about you. The bounce castle, the car, the park, the swing. The jokes, the snacks, the music. Every small gesture tonight had made you feel so seen.
It was the quiet moments, the way his fingers rested on your thigh, the way he opened your door without thinking, the way he listened. Every part of tonight was with you in mind. That’s what made you fall in love him so much. “C’mon,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “We here.”
It was late, real late. Most of the windows dark, the only sounds being the soft hum of cars in the distance. You two had parked a little far off, walking the rest of the way, finally making it to his house.
Most of the people in Connie’s house were knocked out by now, with the lights off. So naturally, you two were trying to be quiet. But of course, the second Connie eased open the front door, holding it so it wouldn’t creak, he whispered, “ight, just follow behind me, don’t trip over nothi-”
He immediately stumbled forward, groaning low under his breath as he smacked his shin right into the edge of a shoe rack by the door. You watched him freeze in place, his lips pursed like he was trying not to scream. “Shit,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
You shook your head at him, of course it had to be his dumbass. “Boy, how you gon’ tell me not to trip over nothin’, look at your dumbass,” you whispered, barely holding in a laugh.
“Man, just come on before I leave you,” he muttered, glancing back at you with a playful scowl as he limped a little.
You two crept up the stairs like kids sneaking back from somewhere they knew they shouldn't have been. The house was dark, only a faint nightlight glowing from the hallway outlet, casting small shadows up the staircase.
But you didn’t need light to know your way through this place, you knew this house like the back of your hand. Every creaky board, every wall scuff from back when y’all used to race each other to the kitchen for snacks.
Finally, you reached his room, the door creaking open. Once you stepped in and your eyes adjusted, “Connie,” you started, blinking at the scene in front of you, “ain’t no fucking way.”
The room looked exactly like it did back in high school. Same scattered collection of action figures on the shelves, some in dramatic poses, others lying down like they’d been through war. Comic books were stacked messily on the dresser, and anime posters still on the walls, faded, just peeling off slightly at the corners. But the main thing that threw you off?
The Spider-Man bedsheets.
Bright red and blue, with Peter Parker mid-swing across a pixelated skyline. “Why you got Spider-Man bedsheets, bro?” you turned to him with disbelief in your voice.
Connie just shrugged, completely unbothered, tossing his keys on the dresser. “What you mean why? Man’s a goat.”
“You’re a grown man bro.”
“Exactly. Grown enough to not care.”Connie slid open the window in his room.
He reached down to grab the crinkled black deli bag stuffed with your snacks and sandwiches, the plastic rustling in his hand. He ducked through the open window and stepped onto the fire escape, the metal clanking softly beneath his sneakers.
You followed right behind him, lifting one leg through the window, then the other, your hands bracing against the frame as you climbed out. The night air was cool against the warmth on your cheeks.
You two got comfortable on the metal as Connie sat with his legs stretched out, sorting through the black bag, pulling out your watermelon sourpatch kids, his Arizona, making sure everything was accounted for.
You leaned into him, head resting softly on his shoulder as the city buzzed faintly below. The warmth of his body next to yours made the night air feel less cool.
“I forgot how pretty you look under streetlights.” His voice was teasing.
You lifted your head and gave him a look, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Stop flirtin’ with me, Springer.”
You took a bite of your chopped cheese, it hit just right. Your eyes wandered across the quiet street below, the faint orange glow of the streetlights. It wasn’t much, just cracked sidewalks and cars lining the curb, but somehow it all felt like home. Connie felt like home.
He sat beside you, legs bent at the knees, arms resting at his side as he stared off into the same night sky. It was just the two of you, your breaths syncing in the silence.
There were no jokes, no teasing. Just the shared space that you shared for years. The kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled. You stole a glance at him. And he was already looking at you. He didn’t say anything. And neither did you. He just looked at you with a soft smile.
“You still eat like you inna race,” you said with a soft laugh, shaking your head as you leaned in a little closer. Without thinking, your hand came up, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth where a bit of barbecue sauce clung.
His skin was warm under your touch, but he didn’t flinch or pull away, he just stared at you, still chewing slightly, brows lifting just a bit in surprise.
When, without breaking eye contact, you brought your thumb to your lips, tongue darting out slowly to taste the sauce. You dragged your teeth lightly across the pad of your finger before letting it drop to your lap, eyes never leaving his.
Connie blinked once, then twice. His back pressed a little deeper into the cold railing. But the look on his face? That crooked smile?
It was like he was trying not to give in too easily. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head like you were trouble and he knew it. “Keep lookin’ at me like that,” his voice rougher, now, “I’m not gon’ be able to chill.”
You tilted your head, feigning innocence as you slowly took another bite of your sandwich. Connie shifted beside you, subtly adjusting his seat like you were making it hard to sit still.
“Don’t look at me like that, shorty,” his eyes narrowing at you, but of course, there was no real heat behind it. You could see the muscles in his jaw flex as he chewed more slowly, like he was trying to focus on the food and not you.
You leaned into him just a bit, your voice soft but edged with teasing. “I’m not lookin’ at you like anything,” you said, even though your eyes were on him again.
For a second, the air between you two felt silent but loud. You felt it sitting in your throat, the words right there, clawing their way up. You wanted to say it.
You wanted to tell him everything, how this whole night had you spinning, how you’d never stopped thinking about him, how it always came back to him. Only him. You opened your mouth. Then, closed it. Your eyes dropped to his lips, then flicked away.
His tongue darted out to lick the corner of his mouth where your thumb had just been. He watched the way your eyes kept flicking to his lips, then down, like maybe you were hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he did. He always did.
“Say what you wanna say,” his voice lower now, thick with that Brooklyn drawl. His eyes were locked on yours, expression serious despite the teasing grin he wore a second ago. “Or I’ma say it for you.”
Your thighs shifted slightly against the cool metal, and you sat up straighter, barely, just enough to tilt toward him, and for a second, he didn’t look like the boy you grew up with, he looked like someone brand new and familiar all at once.
You tilted your head, eyes scanning his face, his lips, his jaw, the tattoo on his arm that had your initials, still there. That was all it took.
You moved without a word, slowly swinging one leg over his, settling onto his lap. Your thighs rested on either side of him, your body closing the distance in a way your mouth hadn’t dared to yet.
“Ok,” His hands instinctively went to your hips, his grip was firm, a light little squeeze like he wasn't ready to let go of you. “You wanna play like dat.”
"Heard."He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I promise you-” You could tell he had a smirk etched onto his lips without even having to see it.
Connie's hand was moving up and down your waist. He pulled back. “I think no- I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
“I’m talkin’,” he said, glancing away like he couldn’t believe he was saying this, “back when you used to chase me around the monkey bars. When you cried over that dumbass grade you got, and I gave you half my sandwich to make you feel better, even though I was hungry as hell.”
He laughed, his eyes were glassy now. “I was in love with you when we was stupid and sneakin’ Arizona cans in our backpacks. And now? You sittin’ on my lap, talkin’ shit, lickin' my barbecue sauce on your thumb, and I’m still right here. Still yours like I’d always had been.”
It was silent for a beat before. “I ain’t never stopped wantin’ you. Even when you left. Even when I told myself to move on.” He swallowed. “So if you still feel anythin’, just say it. Or kiss me. Or” He trailed off, almost bashful now. “Just, don’t leave me guessin’ no more.”
“Ion think I really ever left you guessin', but if I kissed you right now?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, fingers trailing up the side of his face, your palm settling gently against his cheeks. “Where would we go from there?”
Connie didn’t answer right away. His eyes searched yours, not just for permission, but for truth. For all the things you hadn't said yet. His breath hitched just slightly under your touch, his jaw tightening like he was holding back. “Ion think we’d stop,” his voice low. “Not this time.”
The space between you was barely there, the only thing keeping you apart was hesitation, and even that was slipping. His hand rose to cover yours on his cheek, his thumb brushing your wrist like he was trying to memorize the feel of you. “You kiss me,” he said slowly, “and I’m yours right now and forever.”
And that’s when everything shifted. Like a thread that had been pulled too tightly for too long, finally gave way, unraveling years of what-ifs, stolen glances, almosts, and everything unsaid between you. You leaned in slowly, intentionally, and your lips finally met his.
Soft at first. But the second he realized it was real, that this was actually happening, Connie's hands flew to your cheeks, fingers curling around your jaw like he was scared the moment would disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.
He kissed you like he'd been holding it in for years, because he had. Like every late-night call, every stupid argument, every ride around the block had been leading to this one moment.
His lips molded against yours. The heat of it wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t lustful, but something deeper. You could feel the way his chest rose and fell against yours, just a little too fast. His thumb brushed your cheekbone lovingly. Like you were something he never thought he'd get to touch again. You were his, and he was yours, and there was no undoing it now.
Connie had finally kissed the girl he’d been in love with since the first time he made her laugh, and it felt like the whole world stilled just to make room for it.
Connie pulled back for a second, just barely his lips lingering inches from yours, breath shaky, eyes scanning your face like he needed to confirm this was real. His eyes searched yours, his eyes wide as if his brain was still catching up to what his heart already knew. You were here. You kissed him. After all these years.
His lips were slightly parted, swollen from the kiss, and his thumb brushed slowly along your bottom lip. And for a second, he just looked at you like he was trying to memorize the moment. And then something shifted in his eyes, awe.
His lips crashed back into yours, this time with no hesitation, no fear, just everything he’d ever wanted pouring into that kiss. It was deeper, needier, like he was trying to make up for every day he hadn’t said how he felt.
His fingers slipped into your braids as he tilted his head, pulling you closer, not just physically, but emotionally. Like he needed to feel every second of this.
You could feel the tension melting out of his shoulders. He wasn’t dreaming. He wasn’t imagining. This was happening. You were kissing him like he was the only thing in the world, and for him, you always had been.
Connie’s thumb rested delicately on your cheek, the rest of his fingers going gently along the side of your neck. His hand was warm, the pads of his fingers brushing over your skin with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.
He tilted your chin slightly, guiding your head just enough to give him access, and then, softly, slowly, he began to press kisses along the curve of your neck.
Slow, loving kisses pressed along the curve of your throat, each one sending a warm pulse through your body. You could feel his breath against your skin, shaky, like he couldn’t believe he was finally this close to you. Your scent was sweet, something he’d never forgotten, cause he could never forget.
“I’m so in love with you, Con,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out. Your breath hitched as another kiss landed just below your jaw. The weight of what you said hung between you, finally spoken aloud after years of silence, tension, and everything unsaid.
He stilled, just for a second. Then you felt his smile against your skin. “I love you too, mama.” His hand tightened ever so slightly on your neck, not rough, he leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, forehead brushing yours. “Been in love wit you.”
You didn’t say anything at first, just let the weight of his confession settle in your chest, warm and heavy. His breath mingled with yours, foreheads still touching, his eyes locked onto you, then, the breeze hit it was soft yet cool, brushing against your thighs.
You blinked, suddenly aware again of where you were still sitting out on the fire escape, the chill creeping in, the sounds of the city humming below. You glanced at him, your hands still resting on his chest. He felt it too.
You just couldn’t help yourself, you leaned in and pressed soft, fluttering kisses all over his face. His forehead, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, even the corner of his mouth. You giggled quietly between each one, like your heart was full. Now, the boy you’d been in love with all those years ago was yours. Finally. And you couldn’t be happier.
Connie let out a low chuckle, his eyes fluttering shut as he soaked in the affection. “Damn, “You gon’ kiss the freckles off my damn face, huh?”, he mumbled, lips curving into a smirk, “Y’know I ain’t gon’ stop you, tho.”
“Shut up, Connie,” you said through a breathy laugh, your hand lightly smacking his chest. The warmth of his skin beneath your palm made you linger a little longer than you meant to. He didn’t even flinch, just grinned wider, all smug and satisfied like he knew exactly what he was doing to you
Connie let out a soft, reluctant sigh and brushed his knuckles along your jaw. “C’mon,” he whispered,“Let’s go inside.”
You didn’t need to ask where or why. The air had shifted into something thicker. You climbed off his lap carefully, legs a little unsteady.
Connie reached behind you to grab the half-eaten sandwiches and the empty Arizona cans, and the two of you stepped back through the window.
The quiet creak of the window shutting behind you was the last sound before everything went still. The room was dim, lit only by the small scattered lamps he had throughout his room, giving the walls a golden look, and Connie, standing there watching you, looked like something out of a dream you never let yourself believe in.
You sank down onto his bed, the sheets surprisingly soft beneath you despite the loud red-and-blue Spider-Man print stretching across them. You looked down, then up at him, a laugh slipping past your lips. “Can’t believe I’m ‘boutta let you fuck me on some Spider-Man bedsheets."
He stepped in close, a smirk crawling across his lips as he stepped between your legs. “Spidey got Mary Jane, I got you. I think I won."
Before you could say anything slick back, he caged you in, palms planting firm on either side of your thighs as he leaned in, his forehead brushing yours, heat radiating off his chest.
His lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was messy. Your tongues moved in tandem, breath catching between shared exhales. Like neither of you could get enough.
Your hands slipped up the back of his neck, fingers finding the short, overgrown curls at the top of his head. You played with the little bit of hair he had, tugging just enough to pull a low groan from deep in his throat.
Connie responded with his own grip, tightening his large hands, finding your neck, not in a rough way, but in that possessive kind of hold that said you’re mine now. His thumbs rested gently under your jaw, tilting your head up as he deepened the kiss, pulling you in closer like you still weren't in close enough.
You felt Connie’s lips press softly to your shoulder, a slow, lingering kiss that made your breath catch. Then another, just below your collarbone. His hands slid down your sides with a kind of touch that was gentle. He moved with intention, kissing his way lower, dragging his mouth along your stomach.
By the time he dropped to his knees in front of you, your thighs were already trembling slightly from the anticipation. He rested his cheek against one of them for a second, his breath warm on your skin, his fingers gripping your hips like he never wanted to let go.
He looked up at you, eyes low with something deeper than lust, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “Y’know I been waitin’ to have you like this, right?” voice thick with want but also had that soft, teasing tenderness only he could pull off.“Imma kiss every inch of you, mama. You mine now. Lemme show you.” Then he kissed the inside of your thigh so tenderly and full of love you could feel it in your chest.
His fingers played lazily with the hem of your shorts, rough fingertips brushing the soft skin of your thighs, slow like he was savoring the moment. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, still waiting for your go-ahead. He didn’t need words; you didn’t either. You gave him a small nod.
Connie suddenly paused. “Wait,” he muttered, breathless but grinning, and peeled himself away from you.
“Connie, what are you doing?” your brows furrowing as you blinked at him, your body still on fire from his touch. He had pulled away so suddenly that it left your skin feeling cold.
You sat up a little, watching as he went across the dim room, muscles flexing with every lazy step. The soft creak of the floorboards gave him away, even though his movements were light. He crouched by the corner, where the little black speaker sat beside his phone.
The glow from his screen lit up his face as he squinted, thumb scrolling with calm, deliberate flicks. His lips curved into that smug little grin, one you’d known since middle school, and one you knew meant nothing good.
“I gotta set the mood,” he said, not even looking back, his voice dipping into that same damn playfulness that hadn’t left his voice once tonight, and it wasn’t about to now.
The speaker clicked on with a soft chime, and you could already hear the opening notes of something familiar. That deep bass thumped low through the room, and your eyes narrowed. “Connie.”
He turned around slowly, already biting back a grin he couldn’t hold. “Pony” by Ginuwine pulsed through the tiny speaker, clear as day.
He started taking off his shirt like he was in some kind of striptease, dragging the fabric up slowly, his hips throwing in a ridiculous little sway. A grin plastered across his ridiculous face. “You like what you see,” he teased with a playful wink, rubbing his hands together like he was about to put on a whole performance.
You stared at him deadpan, unamused but clearly fighting a laugh. “Connie, hell na,” your voice flat with fake annoyance. You grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at his chest.
The pillow hit him with a soft whump, knocking him off rhythm just enough to break his fake sultry pose. He stumbled back a step, clutching the pillow like it was a wound, grinning like a damn fool.
“Ight,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender, laughter bubbling in his throat. “You got it.” You just rolled your eyes, but the warmth on your face betrayed how much he was getting to you. The room felt stupid and safe. Just the two of you, Connie being Connie. And you both loving every second of it.
He got back on his knees in front of you, the soft thud of them hitting the floor nearly drowned out by the low beat of Ginuwine’s “Pony” still thumping through the little speaker in the background. His hands returned to your thighs, warm and steady, rubbing slow circles into your skin.
His touch was unhurried. You could feel the tension building in the space between his hands, in the way he kept looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, his mouth slightly parted like he was about to say something but didn’t.
You had to pause for a moment, the stupid song throwing you off, rolling your eyes, you reached over with one hand, grabbing his phone off the nearby nightstand. “Na, we not doin’ this,” scrolling through the Spotify with a small laugh. “We not finna be doing this to Pony, Connie.”
You tapped one of your old playlists, the kinda songs that felt like they had you and Connie in it. Connie watched you the whole time, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to say something slick, but didn’t.
He just leaned in closer, resting his cheek lightly against your thigh for a moment like he was listening to the beat of your skin. Then he mumbled against your skin.“Relax. Lemme take my time. Ain’t no rush tonight.”
Connie’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, his touch unhurried as he dragged the fabric down your hips. You lifted your hips just slightly, making it easier for him to slip them off.
His eyes didn’t leave you, not once. When the fabric finally slid past your thighs, down your legs, and hit the floor, his gaze lingered at the center of your panties. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Damn”
His thumb brushed lightly over the obvious wet patch that had formed against the cotton. “You sure you wasn’t sittin’ in the car like this the whole time?” He raised a brow, his grin deepening.
You felt heat rush to your face and all over. Before you could even form a response, his thumb pressed down with the faintest pressure, just enough to draw a soft, involuntary whine from your lips.
Connie’s gaze flicked up, catching the sound. His eyes darkened as he leaned forward, placing a slow, small kiss right over the damp spot. His lips stayed there for a second longer than necessary.
“Connie, please…” Your voice cracked, your words came out soft and breathless. The anticipation had built so high, pooled too deep between your thighs. You were aching, throbbing in a way so desperate it made your fingers dig into the sheets without even realizing.
Your body was already leaning into him, chasing his touch. Every time his fingers lingered too long, or his breath ghosted over your skin, it sent another ripple of frustration through your body.
“Stop takin’ your time,” you tried to say with firmness, but your need betrayed you. It didn’t come out like a demand. It came out like a plea. And Connie knew it. You were all bark, no bite, and he loved every second of it.
“C’mere then,” he said as he let himself fall back slightly, leaning onto the sofa chair behind him, his legs spread naturally. From where you were sitting, you could see the slight bulge pressing up against the fabric of his pants, impossible to miss. One of his hands moved instinctively, cupping himself, slow and needy, as his eyes dragged over you like you were something he’d been starving for.
“Sit right here. Lemme taste you right.” He ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, like he could already taste you. The look in his eyes darkened, pupils wide with hunger. He looked dangerous like this, like the second he had you on his face, he wasn’t going to let up. Not until you were trembling. Not until he got everything he wanted.
You’d never seen this side of Connie before. It caught you off guard, in the most intoxicating way. The boy who was usually all jokes and shit-talking, who laughed with his whole chest and made every moment feel lighter, was now looking at you with something darker but still had that look that made your stomach flip, and your skin burn. His voice wasn’t as playful as you were used to, and hearing him speak like that? It was making your head spin.
You didn’t move at first, you were frozen in the moment, your breath caught. “C’mon, love,” he spoke again. “You gon’ make me beg for it?” That last word to leave his mouth was a small “please” which left his mouth like it was pulled from somewhere deep.
The shift in him was the perfect balance between dominance and desperation, and it was fucking with your head. You didn’t know whether to melt into the mattress or crawl right into his lap.
You rose slowly from the bed, your legs carrying you on instinct more than thought. The room felt thick with tension, every step drawing you deeper into it. You walked over to where he was, your feet soundless against the hardwood floor, until you stood between his spread legs right where he wanted you.
The look in his eyes was enough to make your knees wobble. “Maybe I will,” you said, the words leaving your mouth with a tease, though they faltered just slightly as his hands found your waist.
He pulled you in immediately, strong arms wrapping around you, holding you there like he didn’t want you to go anywhere. His head tilted back to look up at you, lips brushing your skin as he spoke.“You know I'm in so so love with you, right?” he murmured into the softness of your plump thighs,
"'Cause I’m ’bout to fuck yo’ shit up.”The way he said it made your breath hitch. “Take ’em off,” eyes on the last piece of clothing between you and him.
His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, gripping the soft fabric like he owned it. His touch was rough enough to make you take a deep breath to try to calm yourself down.
But you didn’t. Instead, your lips curved into the faintest smirk, that same teasing glint sparking in your eyes as you looked down at him. “How ’bout you take ’em off?”
His eyes darkened, jaw flexing once like he had to stop himself from dragging you down right then and there. The control in his expression cracked just a little. You loved being the reason for it. “Bet,” and just like that, his hands slid lower with a hunger that made your stomach flip.
Your panties slipped off with ease, the soft fabric gliding down your thighs before pooling at your ankles. You stepped out of them slowly, the air cool on your exposed skin, making you shiver every inch of you felt hyperaware, your heart beating so loud it almost drowned out the quiet music in the background.
Connie’s hands moved with a lazy kind of confidence, fingers curling around the delicate cotton like it was nothing and everything at the same time. His eyes didn’t leave your body as he bunched the fabric in one hand, then, without breaking eye contact, slipped it casually into his pocket.
Your breath caught, lips parting slightly. “Connie, I’ma bout to fuck you up,” heat curling in your belly at the same time.
His grin spread, “What?” he said, “I gotta keep ‘em for memory.”
“Now sit.” His tone shifted so suddenly, leaving no room for games. Something in you responded instantly, like your body knew to react before your mind could catch up.
You moved forward slowly, heart pounding, knees sinking into either side of his head. Connie leaned back into the plush lounge chair, his hands finding your hips, then gliding down to your ass, kneading the flesh, which made your skin burn.
“I got you.” his palms went up your thighs, steadying you. You hovered just barely above his face, nervous despite the heat pooling low in your belly. You didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want to press your full weight down, even though every part of him was telling you to. Then came his voice again, rougher now, “All the way, mama.”
His fingers dug a little deeper into your flesh, pulling you closer. “Don’t hover. I want you to sit. Suffocate me if you need. I'll die a happy man." Your chest rose with a sharp inhale, and you realized it wasn’t just want in his voice, it was need.
You actually sat this time, you let yourself settle onto him fully, the heat of his mouth meeting you head-on. Your thighs caged his head in, and your hands flew to the armrests of the chair, gripping them like your life depended on it.
The first flick of his tongue made your whole body jolt, his tongue dragged up your slit in a way that had your thighs trembling around his head.“F-fuck~” you whimpered. Your nails clawed into the cushion beneath, as your hips jerked forward on instinct.
Connie groaned low in response, like he tasted that reaction and got high off it. The sound vibrated through you, buzzing against your clit in a way that made your hips twitch.
His tongue was relentless, dragging up and down your slit in long, deep strokes. Every pass was firm, like he knew exactly where to hit to make your stomach tighten.
Then he shifted slightly, his mouth closing around your clit, tongue circling the sensitive bud before sucking gently, then harder, lips locking into place like he wasn’t letting go until you broke apart in his mouth.
“I can’t,” your voice barely more than a breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, your nerves burning in the best way. “Con, it’s too much.” Your fingers tried weakly to push yourself up, your thighs trembling, you didn’t even know if you were pulling away from the pleasure or chasing relief from how good it was, but either way, Connie wasn’t having it.
His hands gripped your hips tighter, just enough to keep you there. “Let me have you,” he murmured against you, his voice coated in need. He looked up through his lashes, his lips glistening, eyes needy. “I need you, baby. Please.”
The desperation in his tone cracked something in you. You felt it in your chest, in your gut, in the way your thighs locked tighter around his head without meaning to. His fingers dug a little deeper to hold you close. And then his tongue was back on your clit, his mouth dragging you closer to that breaking point with every pass of his tongue.
His tongue moved up and down your slit like he’d memorized every inch of your body, like every flick and drag was mapped out in his mind, hitting spots you didn’t even know you had. It was overwhelming, the way he devoured you.
You let yourself come undone, unraveling in Connie’s mouth. Every word, every groan, every flick of his tongue dragged you deeper until there was nothing left but need. “connn.”
Your fingers ached from how tightly you were gripping the arms of the lounge chair. You couldn’t take it anymore, your body moved on instinct.
Hips rolling, as you began to rock your cunt against his face, slowly at first, then with growing desperation. The heat of his mouth was too much and not enough all at once. Connie’s hands slid down, gripping your ass to guide your rhythm, grounding you to him like he didn’t plan to let you go.
You could feel him mumbling something against your pussy, the words so incoherent that you couldn’t make out a single one. Swallowed by the wet sounds between your thighs and the gasping noises that left your lips. Still, you didn’t need to hear them as just the vibration of his voice sent shivers running up your spine.
All you could understand was want. No, need. The overwhelming, aching need to cum was building so fast it felt impossible to breathe. Every movement, every swipe of his tongue, every squeeze of his hands was pushing you closer, dragging you to the edge.
Your thighs shook around his head, your fingers clutching the armrests like they were the only thing keeping you grounded in this moment. You were right there, it was so close it hurt.
The corners of your eyes had tears welling from the sheer intensity of it all, the pleasure building so high, everything else was thrown out of your mind. “F-fuck, Connie, I-” The words tumbled out. You couldn’t even finish the sentence, your mind was too full of him.
The rhythm of your hips faltered, grinding against his mouth in desperate strokes. You were losing it. Each movement was messier than the last, chasing a release so close it felt like it was right there. Your body teetered, you were trembling, your mouth parted, silent moans falling out.
Connie pulled back for just a second, the sudden absence of his mouth making you whine instinctively, your hips twitching forward in protest. Your breath hitched, eyes flickering to his dazed confusion until you met his gaze.
“Look at me when you cum.”The glint in his eyes was wild, like he already knew he had you on the edge. Then, without another word, he dove back in, tongue lapping as if making up for the pause.
You started moving, grinding your soaked cunt back against his face, messier and even needier now. But your eyes stayed on him, just like he told you to. You watched him watch you, his eyes never leaving yours.
It had your stomach twisting in tight, aching knots, the pressure building so fast it felt unbearable. Your whole body trembled, legs shaking around his head, and the way you were grinding had gone slow.
You were unraveling so fast, chasing release like it was the only thing keeping you breathing. Connie’s hands tightened around your hips, guiding you to move faster refusing to let you hold back.
The tears were falling freely now, vision blurring as the pleasure had blurred everything else. Then it hit, a loud groan ripped from your throat as you came, hips jerking, thighs clenching around his head, your release soaking his face. You slumped forward, gasping.
Connie slowed the movement of his tongue, easing the pressure in soft, steady licks as your body trembled above him, letting you come down at your own pace. Your chest was rising and falling. Your body felt heavier now.
Connie had that glint in his eye that made your stomach twist all over again. His lips were wet, jaw slick with you, glistening as his is grin was just a little too satisfied. The sight of it made your face burn, and you shifted, flustered, trying not to shy away.
“Why you actin’ all shy? Memba the way you was fuckin’ my face a few seconds ago?” his voice rough, “Takin’ it so well f’me. You made a fuckin’ mess.” His tongue darted out, and slowly he ran his tongue over his lips like he didn’t want to waste a drop.
Then, without warning, he pulled you forward until you were trembling against his mouth. His lips placed a soft kiss on your clit like he wasn't ready to let you go just yet. But he did.
Connie exhaled, licking his lips one last time before slipping his arms from around your thighs and standing up in front of you. His chest rose and fell, glistening, while the warm light caught everything. He looked at you like he wanted to ruin you all over again.
“Y’good?” His voice was low, gentle even, his eyes were scanning your face like he was trying to get the answer just from your face alone. There was something you couldn’t ignore anymore. Maybe it had always been there, and you were just too blind to see it before.
You nodded slowly, still catching your breath, and a soft, knowing smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Good,” He brought your hand down between you, guiding it to the thick bulge straining against his boxers.
It was so hard and impossible to miss. Your fingers curled instinctively around it, and Connie’s breath hitched slightly at the contact.“You feel that? That’s what you do to me.” his voice deeper, not having that same gentleness that was in it before.
“Lie down.”Connie’s voice was calm but firm, the kind of tone that made your stomach flip and your thighs press tighter together. His gaze never left you, leaving no room for argument.
But you didn't budge, you didn't want to lie down, not yet. Not when his lips were still slick with you. Not when he had worshipped you with his mouth. And not when your palms were now wrapped around the thick heat of him, your fingers brushing the outline through his briefs, feeling just how hard he was, feeling just how much he wanted you.
“Let me take care of you,” You sank down onto your knees looking up at him through your lashes, stubbornness written all over your face.
He didn’t answer right away. Just watched you. Jaw tight. Adam’s apple bobbing like he had to swallow something back. You could feel the tension radiating off of him. The way his muscles flexed under your touch. The way his hand twitched at his side, you drove him insane he wanted to be inside you so bad
You kissed just above his waistband, dragging your lips slowly across the warm skin, then down, feeling him jump slightly under your mouth. He was so hard now that it almost hurt to look at.
You slipped your fingers beneath the band of his jeans and boxers tugging them down, letting them fall to his ankles. The second he was free, his cock sprung up toward his stomach he was thick, the brown tip leaking precum. You felt him throbbing in your hand.
You could hear the small hitch in his breathing, the low sound of him muttering “fuck” under his breath like he was genuinely losing composure for the first time tonight.
You leaned forward, your tongue tracing the underside in one slow, deliberate stroke that had him already going insane. You licked from the bottom of his tip all the way to leaking tip. “F-fuck, mama, please,” his voice cracking just a little. “Don’t tease, please I need to be in you so bad right now.”
It took everything in him, every last shred of control, to reach down and gently tangle his fingers into your hair. He gave a soft tug, enough to pull you off him with care, not force. Your mouth released him with a wet little pop, the absence making both of you shudder for different reasons.
Your brows furrowed immediately, confusion and a little protest in your expression as you looked up at him. Lips swollen, eyes glassy, spit still connecting your lips to the tip of him.
But Connie looked ruined and you hadn’t even done anything yet, “Please,” he rasped, his voice wrecked like it was caught in his throat. “Lemme be in you.” His thumb brushed your cheek, so softly so tenderly but his eyes were anything but, they were dark, soaked in years of want they looked as if they were just pleading for you to say yes. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for years, baby. Please.”
Connie pleading with you did something to you, everything really. He looked so good like that, desperate, eyes wide, pupils dilated, his voice wrecked. The way Connie begged. It was hot in a way that made your whole body throb. You couldn’t get enough. You got up slowly, eyes locked with his, and a soft, breathless “Ok” left your lips.
“I’m not gon make you wait another second.” Your voice was still laced with that same softness you always gave him, the kind that melted him from the inside out.
Then your tone dropped into something deeper, needier as your palms squeezed his skin now. “Fuck me Connie.”
Just those three words shattered any restraint Connie had left in him. Connie was on you in seconds. The moment he processed those words, it was like a switch flipped. His hands gripped your waist, dragging you toward the center of the bed like he couldn’t get inside.
Your thick thighs sank into the mattress, the sheets warm beneath you from the heat of everything that had already happened. You could feel the steady thrum of your own heartbeat in your ears, in your chest, everywhere, to be honest.
“I got you,” Connie whispered, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. His fingers found the hem of your shirt, his fingers slipping beneath it. You raised your arms without a word, letting him peel it off you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I know,” you whispered, your voice soft as your eyes met his. There was a quiet sparkle in your eyes, one that you never noticed yourself, but everyone else did. Especially when you looked at Connie. You were the calm to his chaos, you always had been. Since you were kids. And right now, looking up at him like this, it felt like every piece of that history, every laugh, every fight, every moment had led to this one.
Connie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips once, then twice, then a third like he couldn’t help himself. His hands moved behind your back, fingers working with surprising ease as he unclasped your bra in a single motion. “Well damn nigga.” Your brows lifted, your face instantly scrunching as he tossed your bra to the side. “How many bras you been out here unhookin”
Connie shook his head, a low chuckle slipping past those lips of his. “You actin’ like I ain’t got skills. Don’t play wit’ me. These hands? Gifted.” He then threw his hands up in mock defense when he saw the deadpan look on your face, like you weren’t impressed in the slightest.
“Only bra I ever wanted to take off was yours, anyway. He stepped in closer, his legs settling between yours. Then he leaned in, his hand on your chin, tilting your head slightly so his lips could begin kissing down the side of your neck.
Each kiss softer than the last, like he was making sure you could feel the ghost of every touch long after he pulled away. Like he wanted his mouth to linger even when he wasn’t there.
“Don’t be tryna get slick,” you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way your breath hitched on the last word gave you away.
Connie just smirked to himself clearly proud though it was clear he wasn’t in any kind of rush tonight. No matter how many times he claimed he needed to be in you so bad, he was moving even slower and slower. Like he was trying to savor every second of this moment. Like he needed to memorize every sound you made.
His lips moved from the side of your neck to the middle of your throat, his warm breath hitting your skin before each kiss landed, making you twitch beneath him. Then lower down to your chest, his mouth grazing the top of your breasts. His hands trailed up your sides as he went, fingers spreading like he was trying to feel every inch of you all at once.
“I’m not.” His voice was low, barely more than a breath against your skin, then his lips closed around your nipple. A gasp broke from your throat as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, slow at first. Like he was testing you. Testing how much you could take. His mouth was warm and wet, every flick sending a ripple of pleasure straight through your chest, down your stomach, pooling between your thighs.
He sucked gently, then a little harder, his tongue tracing soft circles. One of his hands came up to cup your other breast, thumb brushing lazily across your other nipple, not wanting either to feel neglected. You arched into his mouth, your hands curling in the sheets as his tongue moved like he knew exactly how to unravel you.
“Fuck-Con, that feels so good.”He had your body trembling underneath him. He didn’t rush. Made sure you felt every little pull of his mouth and every swirl of his tongue.
The slick pop of his mouth pulling off your nipple made your breath hitch again. Connie glanced up at you through his lashes, a lazy grin tugging at his lips like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. “Dont stop, please.”
Kissing his way across your chest before giving the other side the same treatment, it was messy, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue dragging. You could feel yourself getting worked up all over again, heat pooling between your legs.
Connie still had his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking soft and slow while his other hand worked over your other breast, massaging the sensitive bud with just enough pressure to make your toes curl. You were so caught up in all the heat that you didn’t even notice his hand slipping away from your breast.
It drifted lower, wrapping around the base of his cock. He groaned under his breath. The second his palm met his cock, it twitched in his grasp as he gave it a few slow strokes. His breath hitched against your skin like he was struggling to keep it together.
Then, without a word, he guided himself right to your entrance, letting his fat cockhead press against your soaked cunt. He didn’t push in yet. Only dragging his tip up and down your slit, slicking himself. “F-fuck, Con, please,” your voice breaking. “I need you.”
He didn’t answer at first. Not with words, anyway. At the same time, his mouth was still on your chest, his lips closing around your nipple again. He gave it one final, slow swirl of his tongue, then bit down lightly, just enough to make your hips jerk beneath him, a gasp tearing straight from your lungs.
Your whole body tensed, stretched tight with anticipation, the drag of his cock at your entrance making you ache from the inside out. Every part of you was screaming for him. Connie finally pulled back, his mouth glistening, eyes half-lidded with want. “You ready f’me, mama?” he rasped, voice trembling with restraint, still holding himself right there on the edge.
It took you strength you didnt even know you had in you to mumble a “Please.” It came out shaky and desperate, like you were hanging by a thread and he was the only thing keeping you there.
Connie’s cock kept dragging up and down your slit, the swollen tip catching on your clit every now and then just to make your back arch and a whine slip out of your mouth. It was maddening, the slick sounds, the way your body clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.
You needed him inside you. Just as bad as he needed to be there, but he wasn't letting up. “Huh? Whatchu said?” A grin spread wide across Connie’s face. “Imma need you to speak up f'me, love.” That stupid smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the kind that always meant trouble.
But he was slipping as well, you could tell by the way his jaw clenched every time your hips bucked, the way his hand flexed tighter around the base of his dick as he kept sliding it through your folds over and over, it was driving him crazy, too.
He wasn’t just teasing you. He was torturing himself as well, but he loved it. Loved how you looked beneath him, squirming, whining, your thighs twitching every time he rocked against your clit just right.
But what he loved more was the way your face turned, the way your brows furrowed, how your lips parted like you were about to say something but couldn’t. Like you were trapped between begging and breaking.
Connie leaned in just a little, his breath brushing your ear.“You look too good like this, baby. Gotta make it last.”
“Connie, you can literally feel how fuckin’ wet I am.” The irritation was bubbling in your voice, not because of him, kinda, but not really, but because he had you waiting so long you were losing your damn mind.
“Just put it in.” Your tone cracked at the end. Your fingers curled against his arms, nails digging in lightly like you were trying to ground yourself. “Please,” you added, quieter now. The word slipped out, so needy, and it completely wrecked him.
The ‘please’ did it. Connie’s whole body tensed like he’d just been hit in the chest. His smirk faltered for a split second just long enough to see the way your eyes pleaded up at him, how your thighs trembled, how you were barely holding yourself together. “Yea I know, I ain’t even slide in yet and you already leakin’ all over me.”
He leaned in closer, chest brushing against yours, his lips ghosting over your mouth without kissing you yet.“That's crazy baby.” You could feel how hard he was, twitching between your legs, the head still dragging slow, taunting strokes through your slick folds.
He ultimately waited one more beat, just long enough to make your breath hitch again before finally pushing into you.
It wasn’t fast or rushed, he took his time. You could feel every inch as he stretched you open, thick and heavy, dragging along your walls like he was carving himself into you. The pressure felt so good, making your back arch and your nails dig into his skin like you needed something, anything to hold onto.
Your head fell back against the pillow as the fat head of his cock eased past your folds. A deep, guttural sigh left your lips, your eyes fluttering as you took him inch by inch. “F-fuck” you exhaled, barely able to catch your breath. This was it. The moment you’d been aching for all night. And it was everything.
Your walls instinctively clenched, trying to adjust to the thickness of him, but it was no use, he stretched you out brutally, filling you up, and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. You could feel every twitch of him inside you, and the heavy drag of his veins pressing against your walls.
“Y’good?” Connie’s voice came out more strained than usual, like it took everything in him not to bury himself deeper into you. His jaw was locked tight, the muscles flexing as he tried to hold himself back, for you, to let you adjust.
Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his, your lashes wet. The look on his face nearly undid you. His brows furrowed, lips parted, eyes dark but still so soft with you. Your face twisted from the stretch, that kind of pleasure that hurt in the best way, and you gave him a small, shaky nod.
“Lemme hear you.” His eyes never left your face, watching every twitch of your face, every shudder your body made, and every small sound that left your parted lips
“S’good.” Your eyes were already half lidded, face fucked out, and he hadn’t even done much yet. “Deeper.” you said and who was Connie to deny you when you looked at him like that? He didn’t waste another second. His hips rolled forward, slow at first, letting you feel every inch before finally sinking all the way in.
He didn’t move yet, just stayed buried deep inside you, he wanted you to feel every part of the stretch he was giving you, but it was going to drive you insane. It made you hyperaware of every inch of him you clenched around him taking a deep breath to steady yourself.
“You feel that?” He took your hand guiding it down to your lower stomach pressing your palm right where he was filling you up, and the weight of it made your breath hitch. His pupils were blown wide, like he was barely holding himself together. He looked unhinged in the best way.
“I asked a question.” His voice dropped lower when he said it. His thumb slid down pressing deliberately against your clit. Just enough pressure to make your hips twitch beneath him. He still didn’t move inside you and that was the worst part.
He stayed seated deep, keeping you stretched around him while his thumb began slow, lazy circles. Each pass made your breath hitch, making your fingers curl against the sheets. “Answer me,” he watched your face twitching.
“Yes,” you breathed out, voice already breaking. “Of course I feel it.” His thumb pressed a little firmer, drawing a soft gasp from your lips, your back arching off the mattress.
The stimulation was almost too much with him already buried inside you, the pressure building low in your stomach. “Now please,” your fingers slid up his arms, nails grazing his skin like you needed something to hold onto. “Just fuck me, Connie.”
The last part came out softer than you meant it to. Needier. Desperate in a way that made his jaw tighten. But he didn’t slam into you. Not yet. Instead, he pulled almost all the way out, slow enough to make you feel the drag before pushing back in just as slow. “I gotchu baby.”
Your mouth fell open, a quiet gasp slipping out before you could stop it. The first slow roll of his hips made your fingers tighten against his skin. The next one deeper. And the one after that somehow felt like it went even deeper.
His movements were deliberate, like he was savoring every second. The slow rhythm was torturous in the best way, making your body ache for more. You could feel the heat pooling low the tight coil in your stomach getting tighter with each slow thrust.
“Look at me,” You tried your best to meet his eyes, and when you did, you could see the hunger in his eyes. Fuck, he looked so damn sexy.
“You look beautiful, mama. Fuck,” he breathed out as he leaned down, planting soft kisses along your neck.
“You look good too, Con, ” you whispered back, breathless. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could.
Then, suddenly, his pace shifted, still slow, but deeper now. Each movement, he dove harder, hitting you in all the right places. You clenched around him, gasping as he hit your sweet spot again and again. “Conniee~.”
His lips found yours, soft at first, then rougher, more demanding. You parted your mouth instinctively, and his tongue slid inside. The kiss deepened, becoming messier as he continued hitting that spot inside you.
A low, grunt rumbled from deep in his throat, vibrating against your lips. You moaned into the kiss, your breath hitched.
“You squeezin’ ‘round me, so tight, baby,” his voice thick with need. He pounded into you harder, each thrust diving deeper, making your nails sink into his skin.
Your body trembled beneath him, nails digging deeper. “Tell me how good you feel.” He didn’t let up, each thrust harder than the last. "I wanna hear you."
You gasped, voice breaking, “S'good, Connie, don’t stop.”
His thumb found your clit again, circling your clit that sent shivers racing through you. Your back arched off the bed. “Connn."
“You like that, baby? Needa feel you cum all over me.” his thumb circling your clit faster now, rubbing with more precision as his hips slammed deep and hard inside you. You felt your whole body tighten "Gonna cum f'me?"
“C’mon, baby,” he urged, his voice like a man barely holding himself together. “You’re almost there, mama, I feel it.”
“I’m close,” your breath shaky Just a few more circles of his thumb, and you were almost there.
“Come on baby, you’re doing so good for me,” he praised.
Then it hit you your muscles jerked around him as you cried out, “Ughh~.” But his fingers didn’t stop. “Fuck,” you moaned,
“I’m almost there, baby,” he said, speeding up his thrusts, his hips pounding with more urgency. While his fingers kept working your clit, “One more f'me? Can you do that?”
“I dont know,” your voice cracked, sounding desperate as the words left your mouth. Connie was driving you insane, you felt so sensitive.
"You can, baby, you can." His thumb pressed harder, making a soft whine leave your lips. His hips slammed back into you. All Connie wanted was to see you cum all over his dick again. He could watch that a thousand times over.
"I'm so close," you breathed, voice trembling. It hurt so good you didn’t know what to do with yourself.
As Connie neared his own release, his body tensed, You could feel, the way his breath hitched and his jaw clenched. He tried to hold back the small whimpers escaping him, but you heard every one and they only made you clench around him harder.“You’re driving me crazy,”
“Fuck,” you both gasped, cumming at the same time. Your back arched off the bed as your whole body jolted, your walls clamping down around him, you squirted, the liquid covering his dick and soaking the sheets beneath you. Your thighs shake as your grip on him tightens.
“You tryna kill me.” he groaned, voice wrecked, barely holding on. He buried himself deep inside you, his body tensing the ropes of his cum filling you so you felt warm and full, you could feel the small twitches of his dick inside you as his cum leaked out of you.
For a second, neither of you moved. Connie stayed right there, still buried inside you, his chest rising and falling against yours. His forehead rested against your shoulder, his grip on you loosening just slightly but not letting go. And for a second, it feels like way more than just sex.
He let out a slow breath against your skin, his thumb brushing along your waist, pressing small kisses into your skin.
“You can squirt!?” he looked at you with wide eyes, shocked and impressed all at once.
“Shhh, your people's sleeping,” you laughed, smacking his forehead lightly, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“ight, ight,” he chuckled, still smiling mad hard. “So, how was that?” His hand stayed on your thigh as he slowly started to pull out. The feeling made you exhale softly, your body still sensitive from everything. “It was good.”
For a second, neither of you said anything, just looked at each other, Then he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. Once. Twice. Then a third, each softer than the last.
“Yea?” a smile spread across his face. “I’m glad.”
“I’ma be right back,” he added, brushing his thumb along your cheek before getting up.
You watched him disappear into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the space for a moment. When he came back out, he had a warm washcloth in his hand.
Without saying much, he climbed back onto the bed. “He was quieter now, more focused as he gently wiped you down. Who would’ve thought that could happen?”
It made your chest tighten in the best way. You couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” he asked, squinting.
A/N: MDNI, afab reader, black reader, we love ony down bad as always. I had fun writing this one
“Ony, again bruh come on.”
Onyankopon sighs, rubbing his hands down his face as he stands in the doorway of his dorm. His teammates stand on the other side, once again urging him to come out for the night. “Come on, yall know how my mama is. If I don’t ace this test, I’m done.” he shrugs. Groans sound out in the crowd of people. “Ony, it's college. One bad test won't mess you up. You already have a 4.0.” his best friend Connie slaps a hand on his shoulder. “And if I was paying my own way through school I would agree. But my folks ain’t going for that and yall know it.” he explains for the umpteenth time as he pushes his glasses up on his face. Ony’s arm cross over his wide chest as he tries his best to be patient with his friends and teammates. They’re cutting into studying time was the only thing running through his mind. One thing about him, he ran a strict program. Study time was set and organized each week depending on workload. Alarms were set on his clock for breaks and lunches. Phone silenced for no distractions. He had it all in order but his teammates were disrupting his routine and it made than vein in his neck twitch in agitation. He knew they meant well but it didn't change a thing.
“Come on man. Y'all know he ain’t budging when it comes to this school shit. We gone be late to the party.” Eren groans from behind them, his booted foot kicked up behind him balancing him out as he leans against the wall. He folds his over his chest, black hair greased and slicked back into a low ponytail. “Exactly.’ Ony quickly agrees, “Y'all just go. I’ll catch the next one.” He compromises. Another round of complaints and head shakes sound out. “Wait, isn't your girl supposed to be there tonight?” Reiner asks, that heavy country twang coming from the back of the crowd. Eyes shuffle from him back to Ony, patiently waiting for his response. To be honest, Ony wasn’t sure if you were going to be there or not. I mean he figured you would just because he knew you. That’s literally how you two met.
Ony had been forced to go to at least one team outing by his friends and coaches (yeah, it was that bad.) After hours of reluctance he agreed to go only because he was offered (bribed with) a full study day of no interruptions and a light practice day which everyone knew he wouldn't take. His team had managed to get him out that night for the annual fair. The minute he got there he was ready to leave. It was overwhelming. The lights, the bodies, the people. He found himself standing in the line for the ferris wheel in hopes that the height from the rotating ride could offer him some sense of reprieve from the chaos swarming around him. His eyes fan the area, taking in his surroundings, teammates standing close by loud and boisterous. And then he saw you and instantly it seemed like the world melted away. Ony rarely gets awestruck but there was something about the way your brown skin shines under the moonlight, eyes twinkling like stars. Drawn like a moth to a flame he didn't even register that you had walked up to him until you were standing right under his nose. “Hey cutie. What’s your name?” Was the first thing you said to him that night. His eyes widened because there was no way you were talking to him, right? But you were. He stuttered his name to you and your response was one he would never forget. “Nice to meet you Ony. I’m Y/N. In a few minutes, I’m going to hold out my hand and you’re going to put your phone in it. I’ll be expecting a text from you with a time and a date. And if you can set it in the next 48 hours, you’ll definitely be getting a goodnight kiss that night.” He was so starstruck that he barely registered when your hand lifted in front of him. He fumbled his phone from his pocket and before you had walked off good he had sent you a text (Eren had to force him to do it because he was still confused about the entire encounter). A few dates later, he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sweet, quiet gesture much like him. A promise ring stuffed in your favorite dessert at your favorite restaurant coupled with two dozen roses. You shared your second first kiss that night.
You and Ony are alike and different at the same time. Both academic scholars with big aspirations. But where he is quiet, you are the life of the party. Never shying away from a function, a member of every black student organization on campus from student council to dance team, and more. If there is a gathering, you are there. Everyone who ius anybody and even the nobodies know who you are. And Ony loves it about you. Although he is much more on the shy side, his favorite thing is seeing you get the praise and accolades you are much deserved. That being said, there aren’t many parties that you miss so Ony assumes that you would be in attendance tonight as well. “She may be and that’s perfectly fine. But I’ll be here in my room. Now if y'all excuse me, I have to get started. I’m already behind schedule.” He pushes them, in between their complaints, away from the door and closes it, locking both locks. A heavy sigh and soft finally escapes his lips. The clock hits 8:41 and Ony groans in agitation. He was supposed to start at 8:30 on the dot so he can take his breaks on time. “Guess I’ll just have to move things around.” He mumbles aloud as he sits down at his desk to get started.
10:03 pm
His floor is quiet, everyone else having went to celebrate their big win. Pages spread neatly across his desk paired with uncapped highlighters and scribbled on sticky notes. His eyes scan the PowerPoint on his laptop as he double checks the answers on his practice test. He exhales softly through his nose, squinting as he pushes his glasses back closer to his pupils. He had already taken his first break and he was due for another one at 10:30. Focus. Only a few more minutes and you can give your eyes a rest. He blinks a few more times and continues to read. “When comparing the velocity of…” he reads aloud.
His phone rings.
The loud sound shocks him from his thoughts causing his brows to furrow together. His eyes dart over quickly as he reaches out to silence it. He didn’t realize he hadn’t turned his ringer off which is strange for him to say the least. Ony always remembers to turn his ringer off when he is studying. Distraction aside he shakes his head and collects his thoughts. Ignoring the call, he picks up where he left off. “Comparing veloci…”
The phone rings again.
What is happening tonight? He thinks. He lets out a small huff of annoyance flipping the phone up to see who is calling. There are very few people that can bypass his silencer on his phone and his parents know he studies late nights. His heart jumps when he sees your name and picture on his screen, that familiar warmth seeping under his skin. His eyes check the clock. 10:23. 7 minutes. He isn't supposed to answer his phone for another 7 minutes. The FaceTime call continues to ring, device vibrating in his hand. Ony bites down into his lip as he contemplates. He doesn’t normally break his schedule but he knows your deep brown eyes are starting at the phone right now with your brows slightly pulled together, waiting patiently for him to answer. The call would be ending soon and this is the second time you called him. One time won’t hurt. He swipes the phone icon right just as it was about to end, setting his phone up on the shelf so that you could see him and turns his eyes back to his computer screen.
The call connects.
Your face fills the screen, brown skin glistening under the soft led lights in your room. You notice his attention is elsewhere and you smile bright. He is studying obviously. “Hi baby.” You say softly. “You not going to the party?” Ony swallows heavily but keeps his attention on the laptop. Your sweet voice sending tingles down his spine. This may have been a bad idea He thinks to himself, shaking his head before responding, “No. I have an exam this week. I’m trying to make sure I’m prepared.” His eyes continue to scan over the text on the screen. You give his a soft hum. “What about you? Are you planning on going?” He asks. “Thinking bout it. I was going to see if you wanted to help me pick an outfit but you seem busy.” You say softly, shuffling on your bed. “If you can give me a few minutes, I just have to get through this.” he responds jotting down a few notes on yellow sticky. He rips it off and adds it to the others on his wall. “You work so hard. I'm so proud of you baby.” you encourage and it makes his body run warm. He mumbles a shy thank you. Ony’s eyes glance over to you for a quick moment and he regrets it the exact moment he does. His eyes widen at your current position. One leg bent close to you, the other stretched out, slightly dangling off the side of your bed. Your back arched ever so slightly and Ony feels his chest tighten.
You were effortlessly beautiful and a major distraction right now. Still, he doesn’t dismiss you or end the call. Instead he swallows the heavy pit in his throat and forces himself to turn back to his computer, ignoring the blood rushing down his body. “So,” you say, lifting your arm up and leaning your head against your hand. “What you studying?” You ask him, eyes watching the side of his face. You admire the way the screen reflects against his features. Ony was effortlessly sexy. Chiseled jaw and smooth skin with the longest and fullest lashes you’d ever seen. You watch his full lips move as he reads the text to himself softly. “Uh, I was looking over the power points for my kinematics exam and…don’t do that.”
It came out deep, gravelly and sent a tingle down your spine.
You blink a few times, caught off guard at his statement. “Do what baby?” You ask in confusion. Ony holds in his groan refusing to look your way again. He runs his hands down his face “That thing you do.” Your mouth parts in an “O”. You take the time to look at your man and the strain on his face. You have seen Ony in many phases over the past few months. You’ve seen his intensity during games when he tunnels visions on one goal, carrying his team as quarterback. You’ve seen him shy, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose in social settings. You’ve seen him nervous, his lips grazing yours gently, never pushing you too far. You’ve even seen him worried, from his grades to that one time you fell and sprained your ankle and he doted on you for weeks. But this Ony is definitely someone you hadn’t seen before. His jaw is clenched, chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace that you are accustomed to seeing from him. His shoulders are squared, tense and pulled to his ears. Deep brown eyes blinking quickly as he stares at his screen like the words would disappear if he didn't. “Ony, baby what are you talking about? What did I do?” He turns to you and the looks in his eyes nearly pulls a gasp from your chest. “You are being distracting.” he growls. “Ony?” you whisper his name and his eyes roll closed. He takes a few breaths to steady himself before opening them again. “Sorry.” he mumbles before turning back to his computer.
You sit up in your bed, leaning your top half on your folded arms. Shock still coating your features. “Onyankopon Nyamekye. Look at me.” you command, trying to figure out what in the hell just possessed your boyfriend. “I can’t.” he whines, pushing his glasses up once more. You let out a broken laugh. Ony has never acted like this before. “I was…” he starts then sighs. “I was doing so good.” he whispers softly. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Ony leans back from his computer and turns to look at you, really look at you. You sit up on your bed, shorts hiked up slightly from all the rustling around and your top cut just low enough for Ony to see the curves of your breasts peeking from the top of your shirt. The sight of your nipples pressing against the thin fabric makes his mouth water. “Now can you explain why I tried to call my man to check in because I miss him and he’s asking like he can’t give me 5 minutes of attention.” He couldn’t tell you the real reason. You wouldn’t look at him the same. So instead he settles for, “I just need to get this done. I’m a bit behind.” You let out a pouty huff, crossing your arms tighter which in turn pushes your chest out more. Ony shuffles in his seat but you’re too upset to notice. “Fine, I can just let you go. I need to start getting ready anyway.” You murmur slipping off the bed. Your phone falls down in the process, causing the camera to point up to the ceiling. It gives him a moment to breathe but not much. Because after the lust simmers he finally realizes how upset he made you. It makes his stomach knot up.
“Baby.” He calls out to you but you don’t respond, already in your mood. Instead you focus on pulling your clothes out and getting your makeup out of your vanity. Ony feels bad. He knows you weren’t actually doing anything but there was no way he was going to tell you that your thighs and titties were making him so hard that he couldn’t read through his notes. So he settled with the study card as always. Using the moment of quiet, he turns back to his notes. You disregard the phone, now focused on getting yourself together. You take time doing your hair and makeup. You fix your hair to perfectly accent your features. Smoky eyes set with dramatic liner and a deep red lip deepens your sex appeal as you work on piecing together your outfit.
It was fairly warm out and you knew your liquor jacket would do you just right so you choose a jean belted mini skirt and crop option for your fit. It paired perfectly with your boots and the overall look. You smile to yourself., looking at your body in the mirror. “Okay. Purse, ID, keys…where is my phone?” you mumble to yourself as you grab everything you need to get ready and leave. You hadn’t registered Ony was still on the phone up until that moment. “Ok, I’m about to leave.” You say flatly. He startles a bit at your voice. Ony had been attempting to study again but his eyes dart from the screen to his phone in hopes that you would come back. “You that mad at me? You won’t even show me your outfit.” He says trying to lighten the mood. He knows you’re upset with him but he isn’t too keen on letting you go out without seeing you. “You’re studying. Not tryin’ to distract you.” You quip. Yeah, you were pissed. “I'm on a break now.” he lies. His break was 20 minutes ago but schedule be damned. There is no way he is letting you leave without at least looking at you. “Come on baby. I want to see you.” He pleads. You release a small huff from your nose already relenting (because how can you tell him no when he asks so nicely), setting the phone up on your desk so he can see your full outfit. The minute you step back from the screen, Ony’s mouth drops open. His eyes devour you. The way the crop shows off that perfect amount of your belly. The skirt cutting into the meat of your thighs. His mind raced with how good that deep shade of red would look wrapped around his dick. He responds before his mind registers it.
“Fuck.”
Your eyes widen, your mouth dropping open to match his. Ony doesn’t cuss. “Did you just-…” “Do a spin for me mamas.” His voice came out low and gravely, eyes slanted. The same way it is when he has just woken up and you love it. Your thighs press together gently but you obey, giving him a slow 360. “You’re so pretty baby.” He compliments you. “Thank you Onya.” You whisper back. A text chimes on your end breaking you from the trance that is your man. “Shoot, that’s Sasha. I got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow baby. Bye.” You say before disconnecting and rushing out the door. Ony released a deep breath and turns back to his studies.
11:47 pm
Ony struggled through the last 15 minutes of his study session. Every time he tries to read, his mind keeps conjuring up pictures of you in that outfit. His leg shakes underneath his desk in anxiousness. Come on Ony. Focus. He tries to give himself a pep talk but he is failing. He’s never had this problem before. Before he could sit and study for hours without stopping. But being with you, he could barely go 30 minutes before he wanted to see your face or hear your voice. And for the most part he’s been doing good. Until recently.
Recently his desire for you has caused his focus to fall short.
You and Ony hadn’t been intimate…yet. You wanted him to be sure and he didn’t want to rush you. You’d only been dating 8 months. But one night you came over to check on him while he was studying and things started heating up. It was the way his glasses were sitting against his face that had just did something to you. Before you knew it, you’d climbed onto his lap while he was sitting at his desk, pressing your lips all over his neck, sucking softly. His thick hands gripped your sides, hips involuntarily pressing up into you causing you to whimper against his skin. The minute your lips met his, his hands held you down moving your hips up and down his print. “Baby.” You whined and it made him want to push his dick deep inside of you and fuck the noises from your throat. But before either of you could get further, his ringer exploded into the room interrupting the moment. Breathing heavy he checked the caller id and groaned aloud. It was his mother. His head dropped against your chest. Perfect timing mom. The ringer continued to fill the air. “You should take that.” You said to him, removing yourself from his grasp. By the time he had answered and his mom’s rambling filled his ears, you were already shuffling out the door, mouthing a quick we will talk tomorrow. Ony was so worried that he had pushed you too far that he didn’t bring it up again. But you couldn’t stop thinking about that day. Especially how tight his hands held you down as he growled into your mouth. You wanted more of that Ony. But your sweetheart of a boyfriend refused to be that with you.
“I think you should just tell him.” Sasha mentions in the middle of the party. How the conversation circled around to your sex life, the world will never know. “Yall know I can’t. Ony is just…he’s too gentle for that.” You shrug, downing another shot. “Come on. Every man has some level of aggression just pent up inside. You just have to get him to understand that you want to see that part of him.” Annie chimes in. “Yeah, just tell him. Hey big daddy, I want you to fuck me into the mattress until I can’t walk for a week.” Sasha says dramatically waving her hands in the air and pressing her tongue to her teeth. You all burst into laughter. “Not my Ony. He’s a gentle giant so I doubt that will be true. And I’m okay with that really.” You say to your friends. “Alright enough boyfriend talk. Let’s shake some ASSSSS, HOE!” Mikasa yells aloud causing you all to erupt into cheers. Getting lost in the music you waste no time standing on the furniture and showing out with your girls. Unbeknownst to you, Sasha had taken your phone to record you, posting you wilding out to your main story. She eyes Annie and Mikasa as they giggle, well aware of what she was doing. She types quickly, tagging Ony in the story and locking your phone before you realizes what’s happening.
Ony’s phone chimes at exactly 12:23 am. It only takes him a minute to pick it up, brows furrowing in confusion at the notification. The video was only 12 seconds long. It took 7 of those for Ony to get up and throw his jacket and shoes on, snatching his keys off the door hanger and starts walking to his car. Ony wasn’t mad per say. Actually he didn't really care at all. He knew he bagged a baddie when he got with you and unlike most small minded men, he knew what that came with. The video didn’t make him upset, it made him fucking feral. Seeing the way your ass jiggled in that skirt, fabric pressing gently against your pussy coupled with built up pressure from before…yeah he wasn’t making it through the rest of the night without fucking you.
Sweet, never breaking the rules, always on time shy Ony broke so many traffic laws speeding to where you were. His body hot with fever. This is so out of character for him but he doesn’t care. Not with that video playing in his mind. He needs you. So gentle giant Ony hit 97 in a 45, burning rubber as he slides into the parking lot of the club. He barely put the car in park, cutting the engine and speed walking into the building. You’re having the time of your life completely unaware of the scheme that your friends have devised so imagine your surprise when you hear “Aye Ony you made it!” from Connie’s loud ass in the corner. You damn near snap your neck at how fast you turn around to see him. “Ony? Wha…”
“Let's go.”
You blink in shock, his tone throwing you for a loop. “Baby huh?” You couldn’t have heard him correctly. Your eyes scan the shocked faces around you. Your friends lips press together to hold back laughter. “You heard me. We leaving. Get yo shit.” He grunts. Your brows furrow together, a pout forming on your lips. “I’m not ready to go. Why you acting like this?” You cross your arms. His eyes trail your chest and then back up. “You either gone go willingly or I’m gone make you. And you only have 3 seconds to decide so you better choose wisely.” You were in complete and utter shock. Who the hell was this standing in front of you and where did your man go? More importantly why the fuck did it have your pussy leaking in your panties. “Ony, I said I’m not leaving.” was the dumbest thing you could’ve said in that moment.
It was like a scene from a movie. He walked up to you pupils dilated and smiles, tongue running across his lips. Next thing you know, you were upside down. “Tell your friends bye baby.” He says hoisting you up on his shoulder in the middle of the club. A round of cuss words and exclamations sounded in the room blending in with the music. No one had ever seen Ony act like this before. But he didn’t give a damn. “Ony!” You yell out but you’re only met with his hand smacking your ass. He carried you out the door and to his car. “Ony what has gotten into you?” your chest rises and fall rapidly as you sway against his shoulder. His only response is another hand on your ass. The sting is short lived as he rubs the spot he just hit, his hand slipping towards your pussy. You let out a soft moan as his fingers coast across your wetness. Ony climbs into the driver seat of his truck, you still sitting in his arms. “Ony, this is dangerous.” you whisper but you couldn’t lie and say it didn't excite you. “Spread your legs baby.” Ony commands. “Ony, I can’t…” “Spread your legs so I can see my pretty pussy baby.” Now that gets your attention. Ony isn’t vulgar in any form.
Well, he wasn’t.
This was something new for you both. But he didn't give a damn about anything else other than the pure lust rushing through his veins. “Ony.” You whimper. “Come on mamas. Be a good girl for me, okay?” His deep voice rumbles low in his chest. Your breath is ragged, your body trembling as you lean back slowly in the front of the bench seat of his Chevy. You tilt your hips forward spreading your legs slowly. One leg resting on the top of the seat and the other bent slightly resting against the center console. You spread your legs slowly, heat singing your skin from his gaze. “Keep it just like that babygirl.” he starts the car, engine revving as he skirts off down the road, his non driving hand inching underneath your panties. He plunges two fingers inside you with ease and your body convulses at how full you feel. Ony’s hands are big, matching the rest of his massive frame. “Fuck.” You whine as your hips chase his fingers. “Damn baby, you dripping all over the fucking seat. Look at my pretty pussy just gushing for me.” Ony’s deep voice rings in your ears, dragging chills down your spine. Your confusion clashes with your euphoria because the only thing running through your head is what the fuck happened to the sweet man I’m dating. This was a different person completely. You can tell in the way his eyes devour you, the way his fingers caress your walls, the way his tongue drags across his lips and he smirks down at you. You try to call his name but only a moan falls from your lips as he hits that spot just right with the tip of his middle finger. “Ony please.” You whine, your back arching further from the seat. “You begging now just wait until we get in this room.” He growls plunging his fingers deeper, knuckles slipping past your opening. Your manicured hands grip the fabric of the seat as you feel your orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. Eight months, that’s how long it had been. I mean sure you have toys and you and Ony may or may not have sent some photos back and forth but nothing too explicit. So this was overwhelming you in the best of ways.
Eight fucking months and it took a 12 second video to make Ony snap.
He looks over at you sprawled out on the seat, eyes pinched shut as you ride his fingers. Your chest rising and falling. He can feel how close you are by the way your pussy had a death grip on his fingers. He pulls into a parking lot and cuts the engine turning towards you. He leans over, one hand pressing in the seat by your head and his fingers fuck you faster and harder. “Come on mamas. Release for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel.” He encourages in your ear. “Onya, I’m cumming.” You scream out, pussy squirting all over his hand. “There she is. Ride that shit out for me baby.” He slows his pace but doesn’t move away until he can feel your body start to come down from your high. Your eyes open slowly as he pulls his hand away from you bringing it up to his mouth. The moan he lets out when he tastes your pussy burns itself into your auditory memory and makes your body quiver. “You taste good, angel.” His voice does it again. It shifts in a way you can’t fully explain. “Ony, baby what’s going on? I don’t understand.” You stammer out, still catching your breath. “Come on.” He ignores your question. Your eyes widen. “Ony, are you listening to me.” His eyes narrow. “I’m trying to be patient with you baby. I really am. But if you not out of this car and walking up those steps by the time I finish talking, I will fuck you on the hood of this fucking truck. And I know you don’t want campus police called because your moans are echoing across campus now do you?” He says as he gets out of the car. Your mind registers it quickly and you are rushing out of the truck and following him to his dorm room.
Ony had the pleasure of being a student athlete so his “dorm” was more apartment than dorm. It’s own living area and private bedroom, it was plenty spacious. And Ony was going to make sure you touched every inch of it the minute you both stepped inside. There was no time for words. Your back was against the door, legs wrapped around his waist. You don’t get to question him because your words get caught in your throat. Ony’s undoing his pants and the only thing you could focus on was how pretty his dick is. Long, thick, and veiny. It was like something out of a porn video. “Ony..’ your sentence is cut short as one quick movement has his dick kissing your cervical wall. The scream you let out, you are sure it reverberates through the halls. 9 long raw inches fuck you into the mahogany door. You can only ride through it, nails digging into his back. “Fuck baby, wait please.” You grovel as he takes everything you can give him and then some. Shock blends with the perfect amount of ecstasy, your body practically melting in his arms. “Ony what the fuck has gotten into you.” The sentence is broken into pieces, scattered between heavy pants and moans of pleasure. It does nothing to deter him, if anything he drives his dick further inside your walls, forcing your back against the wood door. You are at his mercy in every sense of the word. “You doing all that begging and shit now. This what you wanted right?” His voice pulls a visceral reaction from you, back arching into a C. “That’s exactly what the fuck you asked for. You been feigning for this dick anyway so you might as well take it.” His words stir something up deep inside you as he quite literally stirs your insides. Ony revels in the way your melodic cries fill his ears. Nights he dreamed about finally coming to life. Your pussy squeezing every inch of his dick and it drives him crazy.
“Ony baby please. I can’t…” you whine. “What I tell you about quitting? We don’t quit do we mamas?” he encourages through strained grunts. Tip pressing deeper until it grazes your cervical wall. “You my superstar ain’t you baby. You not gone quit on daddy, right?” Ony pushes you past your breaking point. You can’t do anything but nod frantically. “Nah, I want to hear you baby. Say you’re my superstar.” Only presses his hips into yours, holding his dick deep inside of you. You tremor, “I’m your superstar.” you whine, tears welling up in your eyes from the pressure. You carve deep crescents in his back but he doesn’t give a fuck. Instead, he tilts your hips just slightly angling his dick to where it hits your g spot. Ony slows his pace and deepens his strokes. Was it wrong for him to enjoy seeing you broken and fucked out underneath him? Maybe but that wouldn't stop the way he fucked you. “
“Fuck, you take daddy’s dick so well. My perfect fucking princess. I'm so proud of you.” He praises as he work you to another orgasm. Your legs tremble as your muscles contract around his dick. The way he slips into you seems effortless, like he is perfectly crafted to fit you. He adjusts his hip height and slowly rolls his pelvis forward, finding that gummy spot deep inside her. “Ony,” you whine “Yeah, I know baby I know. Just give me this last one, ok?” He asks you. All you can do is nod as you feel yourself flood him. “There she is. I love that shit baby.” he says as you feel your eyes fluttering closed. “You can tell your friends thank you for posting that little video.” is all you hear before you fade out of consciousness.
The next morning you stretch out, your body sore as hell. You could hear the shower running as you roll over. You reach out to grab your phone and check your notifications. Your IG was blowing up. Apparently Ony’s stunt in the club went viral. Clips of you being tossed over his shoulder were all over your feed. You tap the photo on your own story to add an update when the video from last night pops up. Your eyes squint, “I know I didn't post this…” But there it was. The video of you showing out last night and in the corner, his tag. You mind puts two and two together and your eyes widen. “These bitches set me up.” You whisper aloud.
A/N: MDNI, afab reader, black reader, we love ony down bad as always. I had fun writing this one
“Ony, again bruh come on.”
Onyankopon sighs, rubbing his hands down his face as he stands in the doorway of his dorm. His teammates stand on the other side, once again urging him to come out for the night. “Come on, yall know how my mama is. If I don’t ace this test, I’m done.” he shrugs. Groans sound out in the crowd of people. “Ony, it's college. One bad test won't mess you up. You already have a 4.0.” his best friend Connie slaps a hand on his shoulder. “And if I was paying my own way through school I would agree. But my folks ain’t going for that and yall know it.” he explains for the umpteenth time as he pushes his glasses up on his face. Ony’s arm cross over his wide chest as he tries his best to be patient with his friends and teammates. They’re cutting into studying time was the only thing running through his mind. One thing about him, he ran a strict program. Study time was set and organized each week depending on workload. Alarms were set on his clock for breaks and lunches. Phone silenced for no distractions. He had it all in order but his teammates were disrupting his routine and it made than vein in his neck twitch in agitation. He knew they meant well but it didn't change a thing.
“Come on man. Y'all know he ain’t budging when it comes to this school shit. We gone be late to the party.” Eren groans from behind them, his booted foot kicked up behind him balancing him out as he leans against the wall. He folds his over his chest, black hair greased and slicked back into a low ponytail. “Exactly.’ Ony quickly agrees, “Y'all just go. I’ll catch the next one.” He compromises. Another round of complaints and head shakes sound out. “Wait, isn't your girl supposed to be there tonight?” Reiner asks, that heavy country twang coming from the back of the crowd. Eyes shuffle from him back to Ony, patiently waiting for his response. To be honest, Ony wasn’t sure if you were going to be there or not. I mean he figured you would just because he knew you. That’s literally how you two met.
Ony had been forced to go to at least one team outing by his friends and coaches (yeah, it was that bad.) After hours of reluctance he agreed to go only because he was offered (bribed with) a full study day of no interruptions and a light practice day which everyone knew he wouldn't take. His team had managed to get him out that night for the annual fair. The minute he got there he was ready to leave. It was overwhelming. The lights, the bodies, the people. He found himself standing in the line for the ferris wheel in hopes that the height from the rotating ride could offer him some sense of reprieve from the chaos swarming around him. His eyes fan the area, taking in his surroundings, teammates standing close by loud and boisterous. And then he saw you and instantly it seemed like the world melted away. Ony rarely gets awestruck but there was something about the way your brown skin shines under the moonlight, eyes twinkling like stars. Drawn like a moth to a flame he didn't even register that you had walked up to him until you were standing right under his nose. “Hey cutie. What’s your name?” Was the first thing you said to him that night. His eyes widened because there was no way you were talking to him, right? But you were. He stuttered his name to you and your response was one he would never forget. “Nice to meet you Ony. I’m Y/N. In a few minutes, I’m going to hold out my hand and you’re going to put your phone in it. I’ll be expecting a text from you with a time and a date. And if you can set it in the next 48 hours, you’ll definitely be getting a goodnight kiss that night.” He was so starstruck that he barely registered when your hand lifted in front of him. He fumbled his phone from his pocket and before you had walked off good he had sent you a text (Eren had to force him to do it because he was still confused about the entire encounter). A few dates later, he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sweet, quiet gesture much like him. A promise ring stuffed in your favorite dessert at your favorite restaurant coupled with two dozen roses. You shared your second first kiss that night.
You and Ony are alike and different at the same time. Both academic scholars with big aspirations. But where he is quiet, you are the life of the party. Never shying away from a function, a member of every black student organization on campus from student council to dance team, and more. If there is a gathering, you are there. Everyone who ius anybody and even the nobodies know who you are. And Ony loves it about you. Although he is much more on the shy side, his favorite thing is seeing you get the praise and accolades you are much deserved. That being said, there aren’t many parties that you miss so Ony assumes that you would be in attendance tonight as well. “She may be and that’s perfectly fine. But I’ll be here in my room. Now if y'all excuse me, I have to get started. I’m already behind schedule.” He pushes them, in between their complaints, away from the door and closes it, locking both locks. A heavy sigh and soft finally escapes his lips. The clock hits 8:41 and Ony groans in agitation. He was supposed to start at 8:30 on the dot so he can take his breaks on time. “Guess I’ll just have to move things around.” He mumbles aloud as he sits down at his desk to get started.
10:03 pm
His floor is quiet, everyone else having went to celebrate their big win. Pages spread neatly across his desk paired with uncapped highlighters and scribbled on sticky notes. His eyes scan the PowerPoint on his laptop as he double checks the answers on his practice test. He exhales softly through his nose, squinting as he pushes his glasses back closer to his pupils. He had already taken his first break and he was due for another one at 10:30. Focus. Only a few more minutes and you can give your eyes a rest. He blinks a few more times and continues to read. “When comparing the velocity of…” he reads aloud.
His phone rings.
The loud sound shocks him from his thoughts causing his brows to furrow together. His eyes dart over quickly as he reaches out to silence it. He didn’t realize he hadn’t turned his ringer off which is strange for him to say the least. Ony always remembers to turn his ringer off when he is studying. Distraction aside he shakes his head and collects his thoughts. Ignoring the call, he picks up where he left off. “Comparing veloci…”
The phone rings again.
What is happening tonight? He thinks. He lets out a small huff of annoyance flipping the phone up to see who is calling. There are very few people that can bypass his silencer on his phone and his parents know he studies late nights. His heart jumps when he sees your name and picture on his screen, that familiar warmth seeping under his skin. His eyes check the clock. 10:23. 7 minutes. He isn't supposed to answer his phone for another 7 minutes. The FaceTime call continues to ring, device vibrating in his hand. Ony bites down into his lip as he contemplates. He doesn’t normally break his schedule but he knows your deep brown eyes are starting at the phone right now with your brows slightly pulled together, waiting patiently for him to answer. The call would be ending soon and this is the second time you called him. One time won’t hurt. He swipes the phone icon right just as it was about to end, setting his phone up on the shelf so that you could see him and turns his eyes back to his computer screen.
The call connects.
Your face fills the screen, brown skin glistening under the soft led lights in your room. You notice his attention is elsewhere and you smile bright. He is studying obviously. “Hi baby.” You say softly. “You not going to the party?” Ony swallows heavily but keeps his attention on the laptop. Your sweet voice sending tingles down his spine. This may have been a bad idea He thinks to himself, shaking his head before responding, “No. I have an exam this week. I’m trying to make sure I’m prepared.” His eyes continue to scan over the text on the screen. You give his a soft hum. “What about you? Are you planning on going?” He asks. “Thinking bout it. I was going to see if you wanted to help me pick an outfit but you seem busy.” You say softly, shuffling on your bed. “If you can give me a few minutes, I just have to get through this.” he responds jotting down a few notes on yellow sticky. He rips it off and adds it to the others on his wall. “You work so hard. I'm so proud of you baby.” you encourage and it makes his body run warm. He mumbles a shy thank you. Ony’s eyes glance over to you for a quick moment and he regrets it the exact moment he does. His eyes widen at your current position. One leg bent close to you, the other stretched out, slightly dangling off the side of your bed. Your back arched ever so slightly and Ony feels his chest tighten.
You were effortlessly beautiful and a major distraction right now. Still, he doesn’t dismiss you or end the call. Instead he swallows the heavy pit in his throat and forces himself to turn back to his computer, ignoring the blood rushing down his body. “So,” you say, lifting your arm up and leaning your head against your hand. “What you studying?” You ask him, eyes watching the side of his face. You admire the way the screen reflects against his features. Ony was effortlessly sexy. Chiseled jaw and smooth skin with the longest and fullest lashes you’d ever seen. You watch his full lips move as he reads the text to himself softly. “Uh, I was looking over the power points for my kinematics exam and…don’t do that.”
It came out deep, gravelly and sent a tingle down your spine.
You blink a few times, caught off guard at his statement. “Do what baby?” You ask in confusion. Ony holds in his groan refusing to look your way again. He runs his hands down his face “That thing you do.” Your mouth parts in an “O”. You take the time to look at your man and the strain on his face. You have seen Ony in many phases over the past few months. You’ve seen his intensity during games when he tunnels visions on one goal, carrying his team as quarterback. You’ve seen him shy, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose in social settings. You’ve seen him nervous, his lips grazing yours gently, never pushing you too far. You’ve even seen him worried, from his grades to that one time you fell and sprained your ankle and he doted on you for weeks. But this Ony is definitely someone you hadn’t seen before. His jaw is clenched, chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace that you are accustomed to seeing from him. His shoulders are squared, tense and pulled to his ears. Deep brown eyes blinking quickly as he stares at his screen like the words would disappear if he didn't. “Ony, baby what are you talking about? What did I do?” He turns to you and the looks in his eyes nearly pulls a gasp from your chest. “You are being distracting.” he growls. “Ony?” you whisper his name and his eyes roll closed. He takes a few breaths to steady himself before opening them again. “Sorry.” he mumbles before turning back to his computer.
You sit up in your bed, leaning your top half on your folded arms. Shock still coating your features. “Onyankopon Nyamekye. Look at me.” you command, trying to figure out what in the hell just possessed your boyfriend. “I can’t.” he whines, pushing his glasses up once more. You let out a broken laugh. Ony has never acted like this before. “I was…” he starts then sighs. “I was doing so good.” he whispers softly. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Ony leans back from his computer and turns to look at you, really look at you. You sit up on your bed, shorts hiked up slightly from all the rustling around and your top cut just low enough for Ony to see the curves of your breasts peeking from the top of your shirt. The sight of your nipples pressing against the thin fabric makes his mouth water. “Now can you explain why I tried to call my man to check in because I miss him and he’s asking like he can’t give me 5 minutes of attention.” He couldn’t tell you the real reason. You wouldn’t look at him the same. So instead he settles for, “I just need to get this done. I’m a bit behind.” You let out a pouty huff, crossing your arms tighter which in turn pushes your chest out more. Ony shuffles in his seat but you’re too upset to notice. “Fine, I can just let you go. I need to start getting ready anyway.” You murmur slipping off the bed. Your phone falls down in the process, causing the camera to point up to the ceiling. It gives him a moment to breathe but not much. Because after the lust simmers he finally realizes how upset he made you. It makes his stomach knot up.
“Baby.” He calls out to you but you don’t respond, already in your mood. Instead you focus on pulling your clothes out and getting your makeup out of your vanity. Ony feels bad. He knows you weren’t actually doing anything but there was no way he was going to tell you that your thighs and titties were making him so hard that he couldn’t read through his notes. So he settled with the study card as always. Using the moment of quiet, he turns back to his notes. You disregard the phone, now focused on getting yourself together. You take time doing your hair and makeup. You fix your hair to perfectly accent your features. Smoky eyes set with dramatic liner and a deep red lip deepens your sex appeal as you work on piecing together your outfit.
It was fairly warm out and you knew your liquor jacket would do you just right so you choose a jean belted mini skirt and crop option for your fit. It paired perfectly with your boots and the overall look. You smile to yourself., looking at your body in the mirror. “Okay. Purse, ID, keys…where is my phone?” you mumble to yourself as you grab everything you need to get ready and leave. You hadn’t registered Ony was still on the phone up until that moment. “Ok, I’m about to leave.” You say flatly. He startles a bit at your voice. Ony had been attempting to study again but his eyes dart from the screen to his phone in hopes that you would come back. “You that mad at me? You won’t even show me your outfit.” He says trying to lighten the mood. He knows you’re upset with him but he isn’t too keen on letting you go out without seeing you. “You’re studying. Not tryin’ to distract you.” You quip. Yeah, you were pissed. “I'm on a break now.” he lies. His break was 20 minutes ago but schedule be damned. There is no way he is letting you leave without at least looking at you. “Come on baby. I want to see you.” He pleads. You release a small huff from your nose already relenting (because how can you tell him no when he asks so nicely), setting the phone up on your desk so he can see your full outfit. The minute you step back from the screen, Ony’s mouth drops open. His eyes devour you. The way the crop shows off that perfect amount of your belly. The skirt cutting into the meat of your thighs. His mind raced with how good that deep shade of red would look wrapped around his dick. He responds before his mind registers it.
“Fuck.”
Your eyes widen, your mouth dropping open to match his. Ony doesn’t cuss. “Did you just-…” “Do a spin for me mamas.” His voice came out low and gravely, eyes slanted. The same way it is when he has just woken up and you love it. Your thighs press together gently but you obey, giving him a slow 360. “You’re so pretty baby.” He compliments you. “Thank you Onya.” You whisper back. A text chimes on your end breaking you from the trance that is your man. “Shoot, that’s Sasha. I got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow baby. Bye.” You say before disconnecting and rushing out the door. Ony released a deep breath and turns back to his studies.
11:47 pm
Ony struggled through the last 15 minutes of his study session. Every time he tries to read, his mind keeps conjuring up pictures of you in that outfit. His leg shakes underneath his desk in anxiousness. Come on Ony. Focus. He tries to give himself a pep talk but he is failing. He’s never had this problem before. Before he could sit and study for hours without stopping. But being with you, he could barely go 30 minutes before he wanted to see your face or hear your voice. And for the most part he’s been doing good. Until recently.
Recently his desire for you has caused his focus to fall short.
You and Ony hadn’t been intimate…yet. You wanted him to be sure and he didn’t want to rush you. You’d only been dating 8 months. But one night you came over to check on him while he was studying and things started heating up. It was the way his glasses were sitting against his face that had just did something to you. Before you knew it, you’d climbed onto his lap while he was sitting at his desk, pressing your lips all over his neck, sucking softly. His thick hands gripped your sides, hips involuntarily pressing up into you causing you to whimper against his skin. The minute your lips met his, his hands held you down moving your hips up and down his print. “Baby.” You whined and it made him want to push his dick deep inside of you and fuck the noises from your throat. But before either of you could get further, his ringer exploded into the room interrupting the moment. Breathing heavy he checked the caller id and groaned aloud. It was his mother. His head dropped against your chest. Perfect timing mom. The ringer continued to fill the air. “You should take that.” You said to him, removing yourself from his grasp. By the time he had answered and his mom’s rambling filled his ears, you were already shuffling out the door, mouthing a quick we will talk tomorrow. Ony was so worried that he had pushed you too far that he didn’t bring it up again. But you couldn’t stop thinking about that day. Especially how tight his hands held you down as he growled into your mouth. You wanted more of that Ony. But your sweetheart of a boyfriend refused to be that with you.
“I think you should just tell him.” Sasha mentions in the middle of the party. How the conversation circled around to your sex life, the world will never know. “Yall know I can’t. Ony is just…he’s too gentle for that.” You shrug, downing another shot. “Come on. Every man has some level of aggression just pent up inside. You just have to get him to understand that you want to see that part of him.” Annie chimes in. “Yeah, just tell him. Hey big daddy, I want you to fuck me into the mattress until I can’t walk for a week.” Sasha says dramatically waving her hands in the air and pressing her tongue to her teeth. You all burst into laughter. “Not my Ony. He’s a gentle giant so I doubt that will be true. And I’m okay with that really.” You say to your friends. “Alright enough boyfriend talk. Let’s shake some ASSSSS, HOE!” Mikasa yells aloud causing you all to erupt into cheers. Getting lost in the music you waste no time standing on the furniture and showing out with your girls. Unbeknownst to you, Sasha had taken your phone to record you, posting you wilding out to your main story. She eyes Annie and Mikasa as they giggle, well aware of what she was doing. She types quickly, tagging Ony in the story and locking your phone before you realizes what’s happening.
Ony’s phone chimes at exactly 12:23 am. It only takes him a minute to pick it up, brows furrowing in confusion at the notification. The video was only 12 seconds long. It took 7 of those for Ony to get up and throw his jacket and shoes on, snatching his keys off the door hanger and starts walking to his car. Ony wasn’t mad per say. Actually he didn't really care at all. He knew he bagged a baddie when he got with you and unlike most small minded men, he knew what that came with. The video didn’t make him upset, it made him fucking feral. Seeing the way your ass jiggled in that skirt, fabric pressing gently against your pussy coupled with built up pressure from before…yeah he wasn’t making it through the rest of the night without fucking you.
Sweet, never breaking the rules, always on time shy Ony broke so many traffic laws speeding to where you were. His body hot with fever. This is so out of character for him but he doesn’t care. Not with that video playing in his mind. He needs you. So gentle giant Ony hit 97 in a 45, burning rubber as he slides into the parking lot of the club. He barely put the car in park, cutting the engine and speed walking into the building. You’re having the time of your life completely unaware of the scheme that your friends have devised so imagine your surprise when you hear “Aye Ony you made it!” from Connie’s loud ass in the corner. You damn near snap your neck at how fast you turn around to see him. “Ony? Wha…”
“Let's go.”
You blink in shock, his tone throwing you for a loop. “Baby huh?” You couldn’t have heard him correctly. Your eyes scan the shocked faces around you. Your friends lips press together to hold back laughter. “You heard me. We leaving. Get yo shit.” He grunts. Your brows furrow together, a pout forming on your lips. “I’m not ready to go. Why you acting like this?” You cross your arms. His eyes trail your chest and then back up. “You either gone go willingly or I’m gone make you. And you only have 3 seconds to decide so you better choose wisely.” You were in complete and utter shock. Who the hell was this standing in front of you and where did your man go? More importantly why the fuck did it have your pussy leaking in your panties. “Ony, I said I’m not leaving.” was the dumbest thing you could’ve said in that moment.
It was like a scene from a movie. He walked up to you pupils dilated and smiles, tongue running across his lips. Next thing you know, you were upside down. “Tell your friends bye baby.” He says hoisting you up on his shoulder in the middle of the club. A round of cuss words and exclamations sounded in the room blending in with the music. No one had ever seen Ony act like this before. But he didn’t give a damn. “Ony!” You yell out but you’re only met with his hand smacking your ass. He carried you out the door and to his car. “Ony what has gotten into you?” your chest rises and fall rapidly as you sway against his shoulder. His only response is another hand on your ass. The sting is short lived as he rubs the spot he just hit, his hand slipping towards your pussy. You let out a soft moan as his fingers coast across your wetness. Ony climbs into the driver seat of his truck, you still sitting in his arms. “Ony, this is dangerous.” you whisper but you couldn’t lie and say it didn't excite you. “Spread your legs baby.” Ony commands. “Ony, I can’t…” “Spread your legs so I can see my pretty pussy baby.” Now that gets your attention. Ony isn’t vulgar in any form.
Well, he wasn’t.
This was something new for you both. But he didn't give a damn about anything else other than the pure lust rushing through his veins. “Ony.” You whimper. “Come on mamas. Be a good girl for me, okay?” His deep voice rumbles low in his chest. Your breath is ragged, your body trembling as you lean back slowly in the front of the bench seat of his Chevy. You tilt your hips forward spreading your legs slowly. One leg resting on the top of the seat and the other bent slightly resting against the center console. You spread your legs slowly, heat singing your skin from his gaze. “Keep it just like that babygirl.” he starts the car, engine revving as he skirts off down the road, his non driving hand inching underneath your panties. He plunges two fingers inside you with ease and your body convulses at how full you feel. Ony’s hands are big, matching the rest of his massive frame. “Fuck.” You whine as your hips chase his fingers. “Damn baby, you dripping all over the fucking seat. Look at my pretty pussy just gushing for me.” Ony’s deep voice rings in your ears, dragging chills down your spine. Your confusion clashes with your euphoria because the only thing running through your head is what the fuck happened to the sweet man I’m dating. This was a different person completely. You can tell in the way his eyes devour you, the way his fingers caress your walls, the way his tongue drags across his lips and he smirks down at you. You try to call his name but only a moan falls from your lips as he hits that spot just right with the tip of his middle finger. “Ony please.” You whine, your back arching further from the seat. “You begging now just wait until we get in this room.” He growls plunging his fingers deeper, knuckles slipping past your opening. Your manicured hands grip the fabric of the seat as you feel your orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. Eight months, that’s how long it had been. I mean sure you have toys and you and Ony may or may not have sent some photos back and forth but nothing too explicit. So this was overwhelming you in the best of ways.
Eight fucking months and it took a 12 second video to make Ony snap.
He looks over at you sprawled out on the seat, eyes pinched shut as you ride his fingers. Your chest rising and falling. He can feel how close you are by the way your pussy had a death grip on his fingers. He pulls into a parking lot and cuts the engine turning towards you. He leans over, one hand pressing in the seat by your head and his fingers fuck you faster and harder. “Come on mamas. Release for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel.” He encourages in your ear. “Onya, I’m cumming.” You scream out, pussy squirting all over his hand. “There she is. Ride that shit out for me baby.” He slows his pace but doesn’t move away until he can feel your body start to come down from your high. Your eyes open slowly as he pulls his hand away from you bringing it up to his mouth. The moan he lets out when he tastes your pussy burns itself into your auditory memory and makes your body quiver. “You taste good, angel.” His voice does it again. It shifts in a way you can’t fully explain. “Ony, baby what’s going on? I don’t understand.” You stammer out, still catching your breath. “Come on.” He ignores your question. Your eyes widen. “Ony, are you listening to me.” His eyes narrow. “I’m trying to be patient with you baby. I really am. But if you not out of this car and walking up those steps by the time I finish talking, I will fuck you on the hood of this fucking truck. And I know you don’t want campus police called because your moans are echoing across campus now do you?” He says as he gets out of the car. Your mind registers it quickly and you are rushing out of the truck and following him to his dorm room.
Ony had the pleasure of being a student athlete so his “dorm” was more apartment than dorm. It’s own living area and private bedroom, it was plenty spacious. And Ony was going to make sure you touched every inch of it the minute you both stepped inside. There was no time for words. Your back was against the door, legs wrapped around his waist. You don’t get to question him because your words get caught in your throat. Ony’s undoing his pants and the only thing you could focus on was how pretty his dick is. Long, thick, and veiny. It was like something out of a porn video. “Ony..’ your sentence is cut short as one quick movement has his dick kissing your cervical wall. The scream you let out, you are sure it reverberates through the halls. 9 long raw inches fuck you into the mahogany door. You can only ride through it, nails digging into his back. “Fuck baby, wait please.” You grovel as he takes everything you can give him and then some. Shock blends with the perfect amount of ecstasy, your body practically melting in his arms. “Ony what the fuck has gotten into you.” The sentence is broken into pieces, scattered between heavy pants and moans of pleasure. It does nothing to deter him, if anything he drives his dick further inside your walls, forcing your back against the wood door. You are at his mercy in every sense of the word. “You doing all that begging and shit now. This what you wanted right?” His voice pulls a visceral reaction from you, back arching into a C. “That’s exactly what the fuck you asked for. You been feigning for this dick anyway so you might as well take it.” His words stir something up deep inside you as he quite literally stirs your insides. Ony revels in the way your melodic cries fill his ears. Nights he dreamed about finally coming to life. Your pussy squeezing every inch of his dick and it drives him crazy.
“Ony baby please. I can’t…” you whine. “What I tell you about quitting? We don’t quit do we mamas?” he encourages through strained grunts. Tip pressing deeper until it grazes your cervical wall. “You my superstar ain’t you baby. You not gone quit on daddy, right?” Ony pushes you past your breaking point. You can’t do anything but nod frantically. “Nah, I want to hear you baby. Say you’re my superstar.” Only presses his hips into yours, holding his dick deep inside of you. You tremor, “I’m your superstar.” you whine, tears welling up in your eyes from the pressure. You carve deep crescents in his back but he doesn’t give a fuck. Instead, he tilts your hips just slightly angling his dick to where it hits your g spot. Ony slows his pace and deepens his strokes. Was it wrong for him to enjoy seeing you broken and fucked out underneath him? Maybe but that wouldn't stop the way he fucked you. “
“Fuck, you take daddy’s dick so well. My perfect fucking princess. I'm so proud of you.” He praises as he work you to another orgasm. Your legs tremble as your muscles contract around his dick. The way he slips into you seems effortless, like he is perfectly crafted to fit you. He adjusts his hip height and slowly rolls his pelvis forward, finding that gummy spot deep inside her. “Ony,” you whine “Yeah, I know baby I know. Just give me this last one, ok?” He asks you. All you can do is nod as you feel yourself flood him. “There she is. I love that shit baby.” he says as you feel your eyes fluttering closed. “You can tell your friends thank you for posting that little video.” is all you hear before you fade out of consciousness.
The next morning you stretch out, your body sore as hell. You could hear the shower running as you roll over. You reach out to grab your phone and check your notifications. Your IG was blowing up. Apparently Ony’s stunt in the club went viral. Clips of you being tossed over his shoulder were all over your feed. You tap the photo on your own story to add an update when the video from last night pops up. Your eyes squint, “I know I didn't post this…” But there it was. The video of you showing out last night and in the corner, his tag. You mind puts two and two together and your eyes widen. “These bitches set me up.” You whisper aloud.
you would like to say that after the previous week's party, life's been going great.
but that's just not the truth. you've been sitting around between classes and hangouts with nobara and shoko just simmering with anger and anticipation.
not one text from sukuna.
you didn't want to text first. even shoko told you not to chase.
so you didn't.
after the first two days, it was whatever. but you can't help but constantly think about that night. how his hands felt on you, how he spoke.
the fact that he literally held you in his arms until the girls wanted to you to go home.
a pathetic display of limerence, you suppose.
you met him and fucked him that day. you're not in love or anything, but it still stings.
you thought… maybe he would be different. good for you, like nobara insisted on.
but he doesn't really seem to be.
"hey, get out of your own head. c'mon." shoko snaps, tugging on your elbow.
you're making cookies with her as a form of 'self care', but in all reality it's just shoko wanting sweets and you happened to be moping around at home alone.
"...sorry." you sigh, walking over to the oven and handing her a pair of mitts so she can grab the tray of cookies that just finished cooking. there's another tray ready to be put in.
you don't know why she wanted to make so many, but it gives you something to do.
she takes the cookies out and sets the tray down, "girl, don't worry about it. i know you're just a little hurt right now."
a little?
not a little, unfortunately.
"i just- part of me wants to text him, i guess."
"don't."
you scowl at her. "i won't, trust me. if he wanted to, he would."
that's exactly what she's drilled into your head, so you're trying to make it your actual philosophy. maybe if you respected yourself more, this wouldn't be happening.
…satoru wouldn't have happened.
and you'd be with some nice, mentally stable man and have your own little life instead of this mess that you've been struggling to get swept up for weeks now.
you walk away from shoko without another word, looking out one of the windows of your dimly lit apartment. there's rain pounding down onto the pavement of the streets, the scent of petrichor wafting inside through the opened window.
as you stare blankly out the window, thoughts wandering, the sadness you'd been forcing to stay deep inside feels like it's ready to be ripped out.
"hey…?"
you jump and turn around to face shoko, watching her face fall as she quickly walks forward and hugs you tight. "oh, honey. it's okay."
confusion becomes you until the fat, warm tears and painful swelling in your throat finally peak and you're crying pathetically into your best friend's arms.
"i-i'm so sorry," you babble out, her arm rubbing your back calmly. "i think i care more about all of this than i told myself i did."
she nods into your shoulder, "you do, and that's okay."
your heart aches, the weight of so many pent up emotions and things happening without time to decompress finally beginning to pin you down the way you've expected it.
did you do something wrong?
you don't feel like you did. you just wanted someone to care.
and this… all of this. it makes you feel so small.
like a wilted flower desperately seeking salvation from a helping hand that will never actually come and bring you back to your bloom.
shoko lets you go when the oven beeps and you're stuck in the cold again, hands shaking.
you hear her talking but it feels like you can't comprehend any words.
you pull out your phone, staring at your lockscreen and sighing deeply. you're waiting for a text you know isn't going to come. what's the point of doing this over and over again?
"want one? they've finally cooled down and-"
loud knocks rap at the door, stern and cold.
your head shoots up towards shoko, "nobara coming over?"
"she didn't say she was going to. um, want me to get it?"
you let out a bitter laugh, "probably. i'm sure i look like shit right now."
you're wearing a random t shirt and baggy sweatpants, and you're sure the crying didn't exactly make you look like a supermodel.
she walks over to the door, glancing through the peephole and gawking at you like a deer in headlights. she just grimaces, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment before pulling the door open.
"why are you here?"
you hear a scoff, "am i at the wrong address or something? kugisaki told me-"
you recognize that voice, stiffening as your face heats up.
"i don't think she wants you here right now."
"move. i'm not standing here all night."
"absolutely no- hey!" shoko's moved out of the way with an arm being pushed in her direction without touching her, a large shadow pushing the door open and walking into your space.
you stare at sukuna, who raises his eyebrows at the sight of you. "you look like shit."
you frown deeply, glaring at him. "thanks, asshole."
"come here."
your feet move before you can stop yourself, chest tightening when his arms wrap around you and pull your chest into his hard. he's warm, your cheek squished into his pecs while his arms wrap around your waist.
his touch is firm, and not at all soft. he doesn't rub your back or anything, just holds you against him and pulls all of the air out of your lungs with a squeeze.
then, he pulls back with his hands sliding down your arms and glances over to shoko with bored eyes. "are you leaving yet?"
she gives him a look, closing the front door and crossing her arms. "we're making cookies. and i'm not leaving until we're done."
he blinks, hands leaving yours as he sits down at the kitchen island. "okay."
you glance at her and she raises her eyebrows at you. you're both equally confused right now, but the debrief of this entire interaction can be discussed later tonight.
there's only one more pan that needs to be thrown in anyway, so you two do that and try your hardest to ignore the man sitting right nearby watching.
you sniffle a bit, clearing your throat as you turn and set the one tray down on the island in front of him. you don't look up as you shake the tray until they come up, grabbing cookies and adding them to the glass container shoko brought.
a hand reaches out and snatches one up, your eyes locking onto sukuna's as he eats it while staring at you.
his eyes flicker over you, steady breathing broken with a sigh as he shakes his head. "you were crying," he says, eyes wandering over to meet shoko's over your shoulder before he glances back to you.
your hands stop moving cookies, "yeah?"
"why?"
you deadpan at him. "why? because i've been sad…?"
"why?"
"...why are you here?" you counter, eyebrows raised in annoyance.
his eyes flash with humor as he tilts his head. "kugisaki gave me your address. i came to see you."
your eyes widen a bit.
you weren't entirely expecting him to come see you at all, but the fact that he asked nobara for your address?
it makes your chest tighten in a way that you hate.
shoko clears her throat awkwardly, the oven beeping continuously. "...sounds like the last batch is done. you wanna keep them?"
you glance down, putting the rest of the cookies into the container and turning around to meet her gaze. "yeah, thanks."
she waves you over not so subtly as she opens the oven, taking the tray out and setting it down to cool. "want me to leave?" she whispers.
you shrug, "i don't know…"
"i think i'm gonna go so you can talk things out, or whatever."
you nod slowly, "okay. i can call you later?"
she smirks, "yes. i wanna know every last detail. got it?"
the two of you pack up the rest of her cookies and leave the tray with your batch to cool, sukuna not saying one word. even then, it's hard to ignore the fact that he's in your kitchen right now.
"'kay, i'm gonna head out now." she says, giving you a hug before she narrows her eyes at sukuna. "be on your best behavior, or we're gonna have issues."
he grins innocently, "sure."
she leaves, the door shutting behind her and silence following her absence. you glance over to him and he's already looking at you, eyes flickering over you as if he's assessing something.
"crying over that loser? you need to forget about him."
your eyebrows furrow, "i wasn't crying over satoru. i'm not upset over him, i'm ready to close the door on that chapter of my life."
"then why?"
"...you didn't reach out to me at all this week."
he freezes for a split second before raising a brow, "didn't know i was supposed to."
you blink, arms crossing. "huh?"
didn't know he was supposed to? that doesn't even make sense.
he stands up from where he's seated, walking up to you and getting so close you're preening your neck to meet his gaze. "i didn't know you wanted me to. figured i'd just come see you whenever i had some free time."
that's embarrassing.
you definitely blew this out of proportion.
"oh." is all you can muster.
you tear your eyes from his, glancing down and noticing the way that he's wearing yet another tee and some jeans. but his clothes appear to be dampened from the rain.
when you look back up at him, he's smirking. "you thought that was it?"
"how else was i supposed to take it? you never texted me. we traded numbers, i just thought it was for a reason."
he nods, "for the video we took. and maybe plan something."
your eyes widen, "really? planning a visit would've been a bit easier than just showing up to my apartment, you know."
"whatever. i'm here now."
his hands reach out and grip your hips, chest pressed against his when he pulls you in close. "you do want me here, right? i could leave."
"don't leave." you say, voice breathy. warmth floods into your abdomen, your eyes lingering on his lips for a moment before back up to meet his gaze.
-
you let out a small noise as you stretch, eyes peeling open as you look around your bedroom.
the clock says 2am, and the tv's running at a low volume. you don't remember coming to bed, but you're tucked under the blankets with a large arm wrapped around your waist to pull you into a hard chest.
slowly lifting sukuna's arm off of you, you sit up enough to grab your glass of water to take a sip.
you hear your phone buzz, grimacing and checking the preview. it's satoru.
you really need to block that loser.
the last thing you remember is it being around 10 or 11 and watching tv with sukuna on the couch, so you're assuming he brought you in here at some point.
you glance over to see him laying there, completely passed out.
he looks so calm, chest slowly rising and falling, his shirt taken off and left somewhere in your room. it's nice to see, and you can't help but feel the steady flutter in your gut just looking at him.
chewing on your bottom lip, you look away and back at him again.
how mad would he be if you woke him up right now? you really want him now.
your eyes flicker all over him, and the sheer size of this man is enough to do you in already. his tattoos that sprawl all along him, the way his hands and arms look as if they've been carved from stone.
and it's not like his dick was small by any means. you've thought about it since that night. you've watched that video enough times to make anyone judge you.
you rub your thighs together, sucking in a deep breath.
your hands move before you can even think about it, sliding down his wide chest and over his abs, pulling the blanket down further until his boxers are visible.
leaning in closer, you slowly slide your hand along his length through the fabric. he's soft, but that doesn't last long. you feel his cock grow hard underneath the weight of your fingers, breath picking up.
you glance over to his face, and he's still asleep.
looking back, you pull his boxers down just enough to pull him out. his cock bounces out, thick and ready. you take a deep breath, sliding down closer and pressing a kiss on the tip.
your tongue pokes out and you circle the tip, hearing his breath hitch and glancing in his direction.
you slowly wrap your lips around him, sliding your tongue against the veins that follow along the length as you take him in deeper and deeper.
your throat aches, a small gag resounding. but you don't stop, breathing heavily through your nose as you suck him off. your hands stroke what you can't fit in your mouth, the sweet saltiness of him making your head spin.
the more you bob your head, the more sticky slick you feel form between your thighs. your abdomen is aching, clit throbbing in your panties.
you gasp and choke when a hand suddenly reaches for your hair, forcing your head down further while his hips grind up to fuck your throat.
"fuck, i'm gonna spend the night a lot if this is how you wake me up." his voice is raspy and deep, sending shivers down your spine. he continues to force you to move against him, your eyes watering from the force.
he pulls you off of him, smirking widely before he presses a wet, sloppy kiss against your swollen lips.
he doesn't say another word, just gripping onto your body and flipping you over so you're on your hands and knees, face pressed into the pillow he was just using with your ass in the air.
you whimper when his thick fingers glide against your panties, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. "so wet already," he mutters, pulling the fabric down and sliding his cock along your folds.
he presses just the tip in and your back arches, ass pressing into him as he lets out a soft hum of approval.
he grips your hips, pulling you back against him and forcing his cock into you in one heavy push. you cry out, pussy throbbing around him as your eyes clamp shut.
you are beyond grateful to be able to experience this again, and not be ghosted.
he starts to thrust shallowly before finding a rhythm, loud claps echoing in the room and the scent of sex stirring in with the wax melter you'd left on.
it's intoxicating, the steady warmth of his body behind you while the cool air prickles at your skin. every brutal thrust of his cock barreling into you causes you to heat up more, steady moans being forced from your sore throat.
one of his hands leaves your hip, folding into your hair and tugging. "missed this fucking pussy," he groans out, his pace becoming quicker and more rough.
the steady slap of his balls against your clit has you reeling, clamping around him over and over again while you get unexpectedly close to cumming already.
"s-sukuna, please- i'm so close." you whimper, voice cracking and muffled by the pillows.
he lets out a sexy laugh, "yeah? need me to finish you off?"
you nod your head frantically, feeling him push your head down and start grinding into you at an angle that has you seeing stars.
his other hand leaves your hip, sliding down until a calloused finger starts to rub harsh circles into your clit. you shake underneath him, waves of pleasure blurring into an intense orgasm that almost hurts.
you pulse around him as you cum, sobbing into the pillows and hearing him let out a long winded groan, "shit-"
you feel his hips sputter before stilling deep within you, thick and hot ropes of cum filling you up entirely.
he stays there for a moment before slowly pulling out, breath heavy in your ear while he helps you lie down on your back. you stare up at him with hearts in your eyes, chest tightening when he kisses you.
his lips move against yours, tongue sliding into your mouth while one of his big hands cup your face and pull you in closer to him.
you whimper when he leans against you, chest pressing against yours.
he pulls back when you both need to breathe, his eyes lidded as he ruffles your hair softly. "knew you were gonna be trouble."
SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ When you enter the Love Island villa as a bombshell, you spark an instant, high-stakes connection with the intense and complicated Rafe Cameron. As you navigate each others web of secrets, messy betrayals, and jealous rivals, you must decide if your undeniable chemistry is a genuine match or just a casualty of the game...
WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, smut, mentions of past relationships, suggestive content, mentions of addiction, circumstantial cheating/infidelity, general LI drama, arguments, mentions of mental health, drinking, more detailed warnings for each individual chapter
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