#Kofi Siriboe x Black!Fem!Reader

[magicxc]

Slow Motion

Pairings: Kofi Siriboe x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1785

Warnings: fluff, fingering

A/N: This was LONG overdue lol. I never expected to take so much time on these drabbles, but in the end I've come to love ALL pieces involved with this "series." It was nostalgic, fun, and most importantly SPICY 🥵 I thought something light to wrap it all up was much needed, so do enjoy Kofi in all his tenderness.

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Deeply inhaling, a crooked smile dangles on the corner of my lips as the soft scent adds to the cozy atmosphere. There’s notes of lavender and frankincense that linger, almost lulling me to a peaceful sleep. The diffuser on the countertop spills Eucalyptus oil into the damp air, the harmony of aromas relaxingly pleasant.

Candles line the bathroom floor, all unscented, instead adding to the intimate vibes. The lights are dimmed, my only source of visibility is the flame of the fire flickering through the dark room, entranced as I watch them dance against the drywalls. 

The water is deliciously warm to the touch, almost too warm - it’s that scorching feeling that borders the line of pain, scared to submerge my body entirely as some parts are more sensitive than others. The longer I sit here, the more my body adjusts to the scoiling temperature and I slowly inch my way down until I'm chin deep into the bath. The epsom salt is crunchy against my legs, the textures oddly satisfying as I rub against them until they disintegrate.

Bubbles filled to the brim, they’ve become this fun distraction as opposed to the serene scene Kofi intended them to be. And while it is captivating, I find it a lot more entertaining. I’ve found myself blowing them, splashing them, and even molding them to my desire.

“Aren’t you supposed to be relaxing?”

“This is relaxing,” I giggled.

Slipping in behind me, Kofi gently submerges himself into the bath, his added body heat making me even hotter; and I don't mean in temperature. Hands crawling to my shoulders, he begins to massage them, his fingers working out the stress from earlier today. Firmly caressing his digits into my shoulder blades, my groans hint at which spots need the most attention; growing louder every time he rubs the flesh just right.

“What's got my pretty girl so stressed out?”

“Baby, I swear I love my job and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but sometimes it gets tiresome carrying the workload.”

“Do you think the workload is too heavy? That maybe you need a few days off?” he suggested.

“No it’s not that, ow-”

“Sorry, was that too much?”

“Mhmm”

As nimble as his fingers may be, Kofi for sure knows how to use them. They rub and dig and knead in the best ways, but sometimes his hold can carry a bit too much pressure. Intent on massaging out the knot, sometimes he doesn’t realise that his once firm touch can easily pass over to discomfort. Kissing along my temple, he promises to go softer, eagerly getting back to the topic at hand.

“So if it’s not your workload that's bothering you, it must be something else? It sounds more like you’re carrying the team.”

“I don’t mind stepping in when I need to.” 

“How do your shoulders feel beautiful? They’re sagging and the knot is gone.”

“Great,” I sigh. “I feel like I can bench press 70 pounds.”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “Lemme see how I can get that number to 80.”

Laughing, he stops massaging my shoulders to which I whine in protest. A kiss to my lips effectively stops me in my tracks, Kofi assuring me that my night is far from finished. Reaching over to the shelf beside us, I hadn’t realised how he stocked it in preparation. He has a little of everything, unsure of which direction this night will take us. There’s face masks, oils, wine bottles, a lighter, bath bombs, rosemary, and a few other things I don't get the chance to linger on. 

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” I breathed.

“Good, no questions moving forward please. I just need you to let go.”

Grabbing a cup from the shelf, he dips it below the water, filling it to the brim.

“What’s that for?”

“Didn’t I just say no questions?”

“But-”

“Aht”

“All I want -”

“Don’t even, now close your eyes.”

Emptying the cup over my head, I dramatically blow out the excess spittle of water, mostly because I didn’t expect it. And of course Kofi wouldn't explain things either, interrupting me every time I decided to inquire further. He repeats this two more times, until my hair and face are fully drenched. The water is a little hotter than room temperature now, so the sensitivity of my scalp welcomes the warm downpour.

His hands reach for the shampoo next to us and my mouth forms an “O” at where this is going, deciding to just sit back and let Kofi do his thing before my endless questions ruin what he’s attempting. Pouring the thick goop into his hands, he rubs them together before delving his fingers into my hair. 

My curls are easily tangled when wet, so I watch as he does the five finger method, carefully running his hand through each section of hair before scooping it all together. Once he successfully detangles my head, Kofi goes on to rub his fingers sturdily against my scalp, focusing more so on massaging it as opposed to washing my tresses.

“Mhmmmmyy goshhh, baby this feels AMAZING. I should let you help out on wash day more often.”

“So you can tire my hands out? I don’t think so,” he jokes. 

“We can split the chores, you wash and I style.”

“Let me marinate on that for a bit. What I really want to know is why you’ve been working yourself to the point of exhaustion?”

“Because unnmpph, right at the base please.”

“Down here?” he asks, working his thumbs toward the back of my head.

“Yes, thank you! And I guess it’s because I didn’t see how ragged I was running my body. One offer turns into an expectation and before I know it, I’ve effectively taken on the job description of at least three other people.”

“Mhmm,” he hums. “I love your willingness to help gorgeous, but to put it simply, those motherfuckers do not care. Takers never get tired of taking, but givers do get tired of giving. You’ll give the literal clothes off your back if you have to and trust me they’ll take it without question.”

A comfortable silence falls between us, one where I get a moment's clarity. A moment where the rose colored lens shift ever so slightly. When something becomes my passion I won’t hesitate to see it through, but what I haven’t seen is how quick people are to take advantage of that drive. I can love my job and still set boundaries, and it’s a shame it took me putting my body through so much to see that.

Thankfully Kofi is gentle with me. Kind enough to point out where I went wrong without ever making me feel bad for my actions; only encouraging me to learn from my mistakes from this point on. And if I can get this type of treatment every time I mess up, I may have to mess up more often.

Rinsing through my hair, he conditions it all the same, fingers actively kneading the tension away. Eyelids fluttering close, I embrace his gentle touch and allow my body to just be. To feel his hand against my skin and the warmth of the water. To smell the arrangement of scents that linger in the air. To listen to the flickering of the flames from the candles. To watch the bubbles bounce around the tub with each movement. I try my best to take it all in - relax my mind, still the whirlwind of thoughts, and allow myself to be present - the bullshit of the world forgotten. 

Before I know it Kofi rinses out my hair once more, the worries of this week sliding down my shoulders. Leaning into his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat becomes my own personal ballad; interrupted by the rumbling of his chest as he asks how I’m feeling.

“I’ve given it a lot of thought babe and you’re right, those motherfuckers do not care.”

Agreeing, we talk a little about setting boundaries, but most importantly working my wage. Fingers delicately cradled against my cheeks, he presses his lips to mine, so soft I barely feel it. His minty breath fans against my face and I close my eyes while his forehead rests against mine, the two of us reveling in the ambiance of the night. 

“I see that you’re tired, but do you think you can do one more thing for me pretty?”

“Mhmmm.”

“Go ahead and spread your legs.”

Eyes shooting open, it’s the vulgarity of his words that throw me off. Kofi and I are no stranger to hot sex, but every time I hear how filthy he can get, it sends a wave of heat throughout my body.

“What all do you have planned tonight exactly?”

“I thought we agreed no questions. The only time I wanna see your mouth open again is when I'm putting my dick to the back of it. Now be real good for me and open up.”

The retort is on the literal tip of my tongue, just itching to jump over the edge, excited to see where another “mishap” can land me. But Kofi’s worked so hard to make this night special, so it’s only right that I see things through the way he intended. 

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers resting on my clit. “Stay just like this for me.”

Straight to the point Kofi starts to gently rub on the nub, my skin between his teeth adding to what already feels ethereal. His other hand reaches up to my breast, tweaking the nipples to attention; and my arms fly to the edge of the tub, needing to grab onto anything for stability. 

“Im just getting started,” he kissed. “I just need you to hold out for a little while longer, yeah?”

“Uhnnn ye- yeah.”

Hips bucking into his fingers, I throw my head onto Kofi’s shoulder to ride out the sensations, my breathing growing ragged as he cranes his head forward to slip my nipple into his mouth.  

“Not yet.”

“Babyyyyyyy, I can’t hold out for much longer.”

“You wont need to, I promise.”

Fingers swiftly rubbing over my clit, my hips continue snapping into his expert fingers, thighs shaking the water out the tub. His tongue swirls around my nipple, warm and electrifying. Hands gripping the tub, I beg Kofi to let me cum, relief washing over me as he finally does. 

“It’s true that takers never get tired of taking, and on some level I can relate, because I’m gonna take every last drop your body has to offer,” he promised. “So be extra good for me, and give me one more pretty.”

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[blackelysian]

Where your man at?

Kofi Siriboe x Black! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 997

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Talks of infidelity, unprotected sex, cursing, roleplay

A/N: Its kinda short I knowww this is just a random story idea I had! Hope you enjoy!

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Kofi sat back and watched as the brown skin goddess conversed with other people at the bar. She was fine as hell sporting a long black, form fitting slightly mesh dress. You could see the silhouette of her naked body underneath but not too much. He bites his lip at the sight of her. He continued to watch as she casually sipped on a lemon drop not even noticing me. The chocolate man downs the rest of his drink and makes his way over to the beauty. She was so engulfed in her conversation she hadn’t even seen him walk up. 

“Excuse me, beautiful” He said with a grin. She stops talking and turns to face him with a smirk. “ I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation but I just had to introduce myself. My name is Kofi.” She looks him up and down with interest. He reaches his hand out for hers. “YN” She replies as he grabs her hand placing a kiss on the back of it, noticing the shiny wedding ring on her left hand. The other person she was talking to excuses themselves and walks away to mingle with the other party guests.

“Your man let you come out the house by yourself like that?” He asks, leaning back to admire her curvy frame up close. 

“He did. I'm a big girl, I can look after myself,” she replies, taking the last sip of her drink before signaling the bartender to make her another one.

“Hmm, I see,” He said. She chuckles.

He instantly became mesmerized by her beautiful smile. “You are gorgeous, I had to come make myself known.” I smirk.

“You're pretty good looking yourself.” She replies with a wink, sipping her drink.

They sat at the bar, talked for a little bit and ordered another round of drinks. As they were finishing up he asked her if she would like to dance which she happily agreed, grabbing his hand dragging him to the dance floor. She turns around, putting her backside against him as she starts to dance. He grabs her left hand and raises it in the air as he lets her continue to push up on me, both of them completely getting into it. The sexual tension was thick.

He leans down into her ear and whispers “ Hmm hubby is not going to like this when he finds out” His hands find her waist. She turns around wrapping her arms around his neck bringing her lips to his ear. “What if he doesn’t..” She says, placing a tender kiss on his ear. He shuddered and turned his head to where their lips were literally just inches apart. 

“Hmm, you goin start something sweetheart…” He cautioned.

“I told you ima big girl..” she whispers back, rubbing the back of his head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Their lips never leave each other as they make their way into her house. She pulls away, grabbing his hand leading him to her bedroom. Their lips meet again in a heated lip lock. He grabs at her dress gently pulling it up her body and over her head. She wore a black lace thong to match with no bra. His eyes are drawn to her succulent full breasts. He palms both of them in my large hands, massaging them pulling a light moan from her lips. His lips find her neck next, then her shoulders and then in between her breasts. He sucks the left one into his mouth as her hand finds the back of his head. Sweet, sensual moans escaping her. Her voice was beautiful. He picked her up gently tossing her on the bed, unbuckling my belt in the process. She palms his member through his pants in return he let out a low groan. He grabbed her neck with one hand and reached down with the other, pulling his piece out with the other. She reaches her hand down and starts firmly stroking him. He starts to slide her panties down to her ankles bringing her shiny wet center into view. 

“Your husband is one lucky man” He said, leaning down to place a single kiss on her clit. He lined himself to her entrance and slid in. Both of them let out a satisfied moan. His hips crash into hers over and over again. Her hands rub the back of his head as he fucked her with passion.

“Turn over for me” He said. She turns over stomach resting on the bed with her ass slightly raised as he slides back in instantly finding her spot. “Oh shit, right there” She moans.

“Right there baby?” He taunts, stroking into her mercilessly. “Oh fuckk” she yells out, gripping the sheets. “I’m gonna cum” she pants. He flips them over again, her ending up on top this time. “ Get your nut” he says, watching their bodies connect. She grabs his shoulders and starts to drop her ass down into his lap, chasing her orgasm. She throws her head back, feeling her orgasm build in her stomach again. “Shitt, You so wet babygirl.”  He groans, biting his lip. He continues to bounce her up and down on his shaft, aiming directly for her spot. He looked up at her, biting his lip at her love faces.

“What time your man getting home?” he asks, with a smirk growing on his face. Too wrapped up in her own orgasm to hear him. “Ohh fuckk im coming!!” She yells, releasing all over him and his lap. He finishes right behind her unloading himself inside her. They fall back onto the bed next to each other. He grabs her hand, placing gentle kisses on the back of it as he plays with the ring on her finger. “That was fun, still didn't say what time your man was getting home” He says with a slight chuckle. She slaps his bare chest joining in the laugh. “Shut up babe, but we should definitely do this more often…

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