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blacksapphhicmaddonna · 7 days ago

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Keep It Up

Author's Note: The last (and first) time I wrote smut was 7 years ago, so bear with me on this one please.😭(it's only lightly edited since i finished around 3am lmao)

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis: You play too damn much and Izogie's sick of it.

Contains: Needy!Annoying!Bottom!Reader x Top!KindaMean!Izogie, thigh riding, oral (reader-receiving), spanks, overstimulation, masturbation, scissoring, slight choking, squirting, praise kink, y'all get it.

Inspo: I'm ovulating.

Taglist: @mybonafidefeelings @maysflourish @blacksapphhicmaddonna @masterajoy314 @iinkonde (comment/dm/ask if you'd like to be tagged as well!)

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You’ve been working on Izogie’s nerves since the moment you woke up this morning. You had a rebellious streak with her that rivaled that of Nawi; you were already an Agojie for a few years, so you got away with a little more than the trainee did. Plus, you were Izogie’s favorite, despite how much you annoyed her.

You thrived off of the warrior’s attention. The way her perfect eyebrows would furrow as you pushed her buttons every chance you got. When she would kiss her teeth when you said something off the wall. The smirk she would fight back when General Nanisca was speaking to her and you were pulling ridiculous faces from behind.

Her reactions to your shenanigans was what whiskey was to Izogie. Watching her calm, cool, and collected demeanor falter into a flustered and stuttering state made you drunk with delight. You reveled in the fact that you were the only one that had that effect on her. So you decided to take it a step further this time.

It started with harmless pebbles. You’d chuck each one at the back of her neck, containing your giggles every time her neck tensed. The pointed look she gave you made you roll your lips into your mouth cheekily. She pursed her lips when she noticed you were immune to her intimidating gaze, then she smirked. If you wanted to play games, so would she.

“That’s one, Y/N. Keep it up.” She said before turning back around. You tilted your head, perplexed at what that might mean.

‘One of what? Is she challenging me? Why did she smirk like that?’

Different thoughts popped into your head at her unexpected response. The punishments she’d have you do at the end of a day of your teasing left you with sore thighs, cramped hands, aching arms, or all of the above depending on the chore. But that never stopped you from doing it again. You’d admit you were somewhat of a masochist, curious to see how far you could push her, and how much harder she’d push back.

But her nonchalant responses coupled with the cryptic counting was steadily driving you mad with fervent curiosity. A pit in your stomach was growing deeper with each count as you poked at her patience. It was the way she looked at you with each rising number. There was a glint in her eyes that was never there when she planned to give you a punishment, almost as if what she had in store for you would give her pleasure in return.

So you kept on, and you were on number four now. The sun was setting and everyone was putting their unclean dinner plates away. You lingered by the washing station, expecting Izogie to put you on dish cleaning duty.

“Four dishes? No, that doesn’t make sense. Four hours of cleaning? Hmm, maybe? Shit, I don’t know.” You mumbled to yourself, desperate to decode her messages before she got to you.

Suddenly, you felt a firm hand clasp around your bicep and a warm breath behind your left ear.

“My room. Five minutes.” And she released you and walked away, leaving you dazed and further confused. You sighed in relief that you weren’t on clean up duty, but the pit in your abdomen grew as you took each step towards your unknown punishment for the night.

‘Kiss a good night’s sleep goodbye.’ You thought, pushing the fabric door to the side as you entered her quarters. The slinking sound of metal pierced your ears, and your eyes scanned the room for the source.

The oil lamp was lit by her bedside, radiating the room with a soft orange glow. She sat in a chair in the corner, slightly hunched over as she sharpened her machete with a whetstone in smooth, precise motions. The light gently reflected off of her mahogany skin as her arm flexed with each glide. Your chest rose and fell harder than usual as your heart rate sped up at the sight. Something familiar in your abdomen started to coil, and you kept yourself from groaning in frustration.

‘Now is not the time.’ You internally begged for the sensation to go away, but a command from across the room only made it stronger.

“Sit.”

Your feet obeyed with a quickness and you sat cautiously on the side of the bed closest to her. A few beats of grinding metal resonated before she spoke again.

“You know, I always wondered why you act the way you do towards me.” Her eyes never left her precious weapon. “The small pranks, sly remarks, and your immunity to any of my punishments.”

She lifted the machete in front of her to inspect its razor sharp edges, smiling in satisfaction as the light reflected beautifully off of its silver. Then her eyes shifted to you, her smile morphing into a knowing smirk. You subconsciously shifted in the mattress under her gaze as you felt some wetness pool into your skirt.

“Then it hit me. I’ve been going about it all wrong.” She chuckled darkly with a shake of her head, setting the whetstone and machete aside. She leaned back in her chair and her legs slightly spread. You tried your hardest to not look down there, but she caught the quick glance down to what her skirt contained. She had you figured out now.

“Sit.” She commanded once more. Your face scrunched and you looked down at your current position. You were sitting. Before you could question her command, her patting her thigh kept you speechless.

There was no chance she was ordering you to sit on her lap, but the way she raised her eyebrow at your unresponsiveness confirmed your suspicion. You slowly pushed yourself off the bed and took small steps to her. She didn’t mind how slow you were going, she had all night to give what she had in store for you.

Standing in between her legs, you turned to the side and sat down with both of your legs facing her other thigh. Izogie’s hands remained on the wooden arm rests as she felt your soft thighs spread over hers. She clicked her tongue.

“Mm-mm.” She hummed in disapproval, eyes boring into yours. “Correctly.”

You stumbled slightly as you got up and turned to the outside of her leg. As you went to sit again, her hands shot up and held your waist, stopping you.

“Facing me.” Your heart skipped a beat as electricity from the touch shocked your core in the most pleasurable way possible.

“H-how?” You practically whimpered.

“You know how.” She crooned in a low tone. You lifted your leg over, struggling to keep the shivers at bay, and lowered your center onto the bulk of her thigh. The second her muscular leg made contact with your clit, the moan you were holding back since you entered the room escaped your lips, blissfully caressing Izogie’s ears. She gripped your hips, keeping you stationary when you tried to lift yourself from further embarrassment.

“So this is how you like it? How you want me, hm?” She looked down at your rising skirt that slowly revealed your plump brown thighs. She could feel every quiver, twitch, and spasm your pussy did; it told her what your desires were without you even uttering a word. She peered up at your clenched eyelids and frowned.

A spank on your backside shot your eyes open, pulling a squeal from your mouth.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you and answer my question.” She demanded, rubbing the heated spot. Your throat bobbed as you gulped down the last bit of disobedience you had left, and you met her dark gaze clouded with lust.

“Y-yes.” Your meek tone sent shivers up her spine. If this is what it took to get you to obey her, she would’ve done this a long time ago. She always had feelings for you, and she was dead set on ignoring them. But you made it so hard, so they grew without her permission.

Now here she had you on her lap whimpering, your trip to nirvana under her complete control. This is how she liked you: teary-eyed and desperate.

“Move.” Her grip on your hips loosened to give you room to carry out the order. The slick that oozed from between your folds and dampened her lap caused your face to burn in shameful desire. Your pelvis started forward, dragging your sensitive bud up her leg.

“Ohh, mmh!” The sparks of ecstasy cascaded down your legs and crawled up your spine, causing you to arch your back. The warrior you straddled stared up at your vulnerable state; your head thrown back as your braids slipped out of its styled updo, your nails clawing at her thigh to steady yourself, and the melodic moans you stifled while biting your thick lips.

You felt her hand snake up from your stomach, between your breasts, to your neck. The tips of her sharp nails slightly grazing the sides of your throat as she gripped it almost sent you over the edge. She firmly pulled your head forward and your eyes fell on her.

“Look at me when you ride me. You don’t get to hide and get off at the same time.” She said, eyes darting from your contorting face to your wining waist. Her hand fell back to the arm rest and you moaned in disappointment.

“T-touch me, Izogie, please?” You begged, no longer caring how pathetic you sounded. You wanted her to make you feel good, to take you all the way there. However, she had different plans. She shook her head.

“No. You’ve been a nuisance all day. You’re going to do it yourself.” Her voice was flat and unwavering, masking the burning want to lift you up, slam you on her bed, and ravish you how she wanted. But this was your punishment, and she would not give in. She reached over to the side and picked her machete and whetstone back up. Twisting to the side and keeping her legs still, the scraping sound of metal resumed.

Your hips stuttered in astonishment. You were leaking sinfully on her lap, becoming a moaning hot mess, yet her focus was on her damn machete. This was not how your midnight fantasies panned out; you had her undivided attention as she whispered sweet nothings to you, taking you until your voice was raw. That’s the scene that played in your mind as you sought for release secretly under your covers every other night.

But this completely off-script scene was curling your toes harder than your imagination ever did. You continued rocking forward again before she could say anything. Your brown eyes were fixed on the side of her face as you slightly leaned forward, putting more pressure on your clit with each gyration. Your slick pleasure dripping off the side of her thigh made her own pussy clench as your breathy moans tickled her ears.

“Close, I-I’m close, ‘Zogie.” The warrior simply smirked, not sparing a glance at your blissed out state. So you pressed her, becoming desperate as the coil within you was threatening to unravel any second. “Touch me please! Ch-choke me, spank me again, do something!”

Her grip on the weapon’s hilt almost loosened as the filthy requests that spilled from your lips caught her by surprise. Your needy moans tensed her thigh muscle, and you felt it. Her raised flesh nudged the bundle of nerves in the right spot, at the perfect time with your thrust, and your head fell into her neck, silencing the cry of pleasure the best you could. You clawed at her soft waist as your hips rocked on their own to ride out your climax. Izogie gawked at the way your back grooved up and down like an ocean wave. Your ass, that was now on full display from under your fully hiked up skirt, was jiggling with every movement you made.

With another smack to the exposed cheek, she gave her next command.

“On your knees, now.” She didn’t even let you ride out your climax all the way. You pouted and groaned as you slid off her thigh, your sensitive center pulsating at the loss of contact. You placed your hands on her knees on your way down and looked up at her, glossy eyes waiting with anticipation. She could tell you wanted to clean up the mess that was building between her thighs, but you needed to clean up yours first.

“Oh Y/N, you naughty girl. Look at your mess!” Her pointed finger streamed her glistening wet leg, chuckling as a string of your cum still connected her sharp nail to her dark skin. The wet finger lightly brushed against your lips. “Clean it up.”

And you did just that. Your lips were around her finger, sucking your essence right off of it. After she rescinded her touch, your tongue latched onto her lap to lick her soft dark skin clean of your sins. The tingling sensation of your warm appendage so close to where she desired you had her tilting her head back in near delirium. Her hands’ grip on the wooden arm rests could leave dents as she refrained from touching you. She had to remind herself that her touch is exactly what you wanted, so she wouldn’t give it to you as punishment. After a deep breath, she peered down at you, and your eyes were already on her as you licked your last drop from her inner thigh.

“That was one. Now you have three left.” The pit in your stomach was now on fire. That’s what she was counting. The number of times you would come undone. Your eyes widened at the revelation and you sat back. You didn’t know if you could take that many in one night. As if she could see the doubt behind your eyes, she leaned forward and softly took your chin in her hand.

“Oh, you’re going to take it. And maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you for the last one.” You perked up at the chance of a reward. “Can you do that for me? Be a good girl?” You nodded your head, but clicks of disapproval fell from her tongue.

“I need words, Y/N.”

“I’ll be your good girl, Izogie.” Her eyes darkened as your promise to obey soothed her ears.

“When you touch yourself, do you think of me?” She asked casually, as if she was asking whether it would rain tonight or not.

“I-I do. Every time.” You stuttered. She pursed her lips, looking down in thought.

“Show me.” She pointed her lips to the bed behind you. “Get on the bed and show me what you do when you think of me.”

Despite climaxing just minutes before, what she was asking you made your clit jump as your arousal started to build up again. With shaky legs, you got up from the floor and stepped backwards to the bed, laying back as the cot hit the back of your knees. She stood from her chair and languidly strolled in front of you as you slipped off your soaked underwear. When they were at your feet, she slipped them off for you before you could set them to the side, and put them in her front pocket.

“You won’t be needing these,” She teased, making you cover your sex from her view. “Don’t get shy on me now, keep going.”

You laid your head back and closed your eyes, trying to imagine you were pleasing yourself while alone. Izogie crossed her arms and watched on in amusement and arousal as you tried to get yourself off without looking at her. The attempt was frustrating to you and cute to her. You sighed in defeat when your stimulation became stagnant.

“Izogie, I-I don’t think I can do it again, it’s too soon.” You huffed, prying your eyes open cautiously to see her reaction. You almost jumped in shock when you saw her head close to your cunt.

“That’s because you’re not looking at who you constantly think about,” The breath each syllable came with hit your center and you felt it cry. “And your kpò (pussy) is telling me a different story. Try again.”

You kept your half-lidded gaze on her and started to rub circles around your aching bud. The cool air of the room and her heated exhales wafting over where you needed her most bolstered your pleasure to new heights. Your chest rose and fell faster as you could feel a heartbeat throughout your whole body. You delved two fingers into your pulsating hole and arched your back off the bed with a moan. You were so wet that your motions started to produce squelching sounds, and the warrior’s mouth watered at the sight of your dripping sex.

It took everything in her not to remove your fingers and replace it with her tongue. She wanted to know how you tasted so badly. Your musky scent alone was dizzying to her.

“What am I doing in your fantasies while you touch yourself?” She asked, reveling in how your hips stuttered with each word she spoke. You spread your legs wider apart before answering.

“You put your head between my thighs like now and, uhn,” Your second orgasm was approaching and you were straining to keep your eyes open and trained on the warrior. “You drink my cum the same way you drink your wh-whiskey, like you’re getting drunk off of it.” You confessed through a shaky breath. Izogie bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the more she drenched her undergarments, the weaker her self-restraint became. She yearned to act out your fantasy right then and there and replace her favorite drink with the liquor that poured from your sex.

“And you would face me every day so innocently like you weren’t moaning my name the night before? You have no shame.” Her faux criticisms made you buck your hips and your release was around the corner. An idea popped into her head as she could sense this.

“Curl your fingers up for me.”

You didn’t know what you expected to happen after you did, but the lurid surprise of that particular spot flashing white hot pleasure behind your eyes made you slap your mouth shut to stifle the wail that tumbled out. The ecstasy hit you like an unmerciful wave and your knees knocked together as your legs quaked. You thought it was too much until a hand abruptly pulled your fingers out of your hole and a tongue filled you up right after.

You looked down and witnessed Izogie devouring you as if you were her last meal. You bit your hand, straining to keep quiet as she drank and prolonged your high. Tears fell from your eyes and you smiled behind your hand as you thought you were receiving a reward for your obedience. But when she didn’t stop sucking on your clit despite its sensitivity, it dawned on you how your overstimulation was a part of your punishment.

“‘Zogi– fuck! Wait it’s- mmh! I c-can’t!”

Izogie felt your hips scooting backward, and she hooked her hands around them, keeping you in place. “Be a good girl for me and take it.” She reminded you before diving back in, slurping up every drop that your pussy had to offer. The dull pain mixed with the pleasure radiated through your slippery folds, yet your hips bucked towards her tongue like they wanted more.

The warrior was addicted. Her own pelvis rolled her sopping kpò onto the floor for any type of friction. Your taste alone could make her cum and she moaned into you, the vibrations sending salacious shivers up your spine.

Your second climax barely gone, the third one was fast approaching thanks to your fantasy coming true unexpectedly. You prayed that no one would notice the bite marks on your palm tomorrow morning. Your face streaked with tears of bliss, the skirt bunched up at your curvy waist, and you suppressing your moans was a sight Izogie would never forget.

“Give it to me, give me all of it!” Wanting to end your punishment faster, she inserted her tongue and began to fuck you with it.

Not even five strokes later, a squirt of nectar splashed her face and she promptly caught it before it wet the bed. Her pussy clenched around nothing as she reached her own limit, without her or you even touching it. The things you did to her were a great mystery she didn’t care to solve.

She caressed your shaky limbs as you recovered from the intensity of your third climax.

“I got you, Y/N. You did so well for me, mì wanyi (my love).” The first time hearing the term of endearment from her lips spread warmth through your chest. Her soft, caring touches soothed your labored breaths and calmed your beating heart that was knocking against your ribcage. When you seemed calm enough, she got up from the floor and laid on her side next to you.

“I’ll let you choose your fourth one, or we can take a bath now and call it a night if you’re too tired.” She softly offered while gently wiping your wet face. The touches you longed to receive were nothing like the ones you dreamed of. If being her good girl got you these, then that’s what you were willing to be if it meant late nights in your warrior’s arms.

“Can you cum against me this time, please?” You wearily requested. Her eyebrow raised in confusion and she asked for clarity. “Like…” Instead of telling her, you decided to show her.

Cloth by cloth, you discarded your clothing with her help. She began taking off hers as well, and your brown eyes practically glazed over as you marveled at her curvaceous body. The sweat perspiration on both of your brown skins shined under the oil lamp’s light, and you both drank in each other’s beauty for the first time.

Positioning yourself in the center of the bed, you put her leg over your left behind you, and Izogie caught on quickly to what you wanted to do. Scooting to meet you halfway, your lower lips kissed each other and you both moaned simultaneously. The sensation of her against you in this way was unlike anything you have ever felt before. Your fingers were no match for the feeling her pussy against yours brought you. Then the slow roll of your hips commenced, and you worked together to reach that heavenly state of euphoria.

The shockwaves of pleasure heightened and traveled throughout your bodies via soft neck kisses, gentle breast fondling, and whispers of love confessions bottled up over the years. The synchronized gyrations against one another quickened as you both were approaching your limits together. The squelching sounds were louder than your muffled moans, and it only drove you further into a delirious state. The aroma of her scent mixed with sweat permeated your senses. Salty tears pricked at her eyes as she felt a connection to you that transcended your physical forms. You warned her that you were almost there and you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet this time.

She cupped the back of your neck and brought you to her in a deep kiss. Her other hand wrapped around your waist to flush your front with hers. She wanted to intertwine every part of her body with yours as you two reached your orgasms together. The throbbing from within deepened and you grabbed onto her like your life depended on it. The kiss swallowed every mewl, wail, and sob emitted as sensual spasms crumbled you both into an exhausted pile on her bed.

Tired breaths and the scent of sex now filled Izogie’s room. You quietly snuggled into her bare chest, slumber looming over your head. She peered down at your peaceful demeanor and chuckled, “I finally found a way to quiet you.”

Your eyes reopened and you giggled sluggishly. After she gently sat you up, she got up from her bed. You whined in protest at the absence of her warmth.

“Mm-mm, we need a bath. We are going to bring the buzzards.” You shared a quiet laugh before you left for the bath house hand-in-hand.

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A/N: it's now canon that Izogie is the Panty Keeper idc idc idc.

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