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Literally THIS. Because my current crush has all of this and UGH HES SO CUTE🥹✋🏾

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Amen.

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No because the pic at the end has me CRYING

Comfortable Enough (18+)

A/N: A glimpse into Modern!Okoye's day with her kids and night with her husband. Explicit Content Ahead. Minors DNI

Comfortable Enough on Ao3

As a mother of four, Okoye's head would've flew off a long time ago if she had not developed routine.

The sun would peek through her bedroom curtains and Okoye would stretch awake to find Attuma already gone off to work. She'd take a moment to herself first, though it didn't last long as her oldest, eight, would be knocking on her door with his persistent need to know what was for breakfast.

Then, she would have to shower and ready for the day before her second child, six , was eternally glued to her side. Everywhere she turned, there the girl was to the point Okoye found herself hiding in the bathroom for sometime during the day.

Of course, that would be followed by her two year old and his insatiable need to destroy and disarray anything Okoye found precious and valuable. With a strength that resembled much of his father's , Okoye was often found speechless at some of the things, he'd managed to do in just a few seconds.

Finally, her newborn would awake and scream her throat hoarse until she was fed a bottle and wrapped securely to her mother's back.

The house was never quiet, with the pattering of little feet, the occasional scream, and the television playing what every children's entertainment Okoye deemed appropriate.

There were an overwhelming amount of phrases starting with, "Mommy! Mommy!" Okoye dreading hearing the name any time after three in the afternoon.

Not to mention, she had gained the remarkable ability to carry three of her offspring at once and break up quips between the children with a couple snap of her fingers and the pursing of her lips.

Cleaning would often be done once at least two of them were down for a nap after multiple tantrums and protests.

When Attuma came home, Okoye could breath out in relief as the children fought each other to get to him first. By the time, he made it to his tired wife, he was bound by giggling little bodies clinging to different parts of his body.

"How are you?" A small smile would tell all he needed to know and he would send the children off to their own endeavors, taking the baby out of her arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Go upstairs, relax. I'll take over for the night. Hm?"

"Thank you." She couldn't have disappeared up the stairs fast enough.

There were two additional hours of the night until she noticed all the noise stop, children promptly ushered to bed as a silence enveloped the house.

Slowly, she peeked out of the room to find that the only sound was from the kitchen where Attuma cleaned up. She took her time treading down the stairs and picking up any toys or evidence of their children left out of place.

"Hey." Okoye sighed.

"Hey, baby. Put those down, I'll get everything cleaned up." He gestured to the items she crowded against her chest.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Okoye. You have done more than enough for these kids today. Put that shit down." Attuma peeked around the area for any wandering underage ears.

"Shit.." She chuckled, starting to put the toys away despite his request. "Half of it is broken now. I should just toss whatever I don't like into the fucking trash."

"You'll break their hearts."

"Those little rugrats need to be humbled somehow."

Attuma chuckled as he made his way over to where she cleaned. "Hey, let me see you. You were up those stairs so fast, I didn't even get a kiss."

His placed his hands to the sides of her neck, massaging his fingers into the strained muscles gently. Okoye couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as relief replaced the pain in the area.

Attuma smirked, satisfied with his work as he dipped down to meet her lips, capturing them in a soft kiss. Surely, the tension in their bodies melted into a puddle of nothing as they drew closer to each other, her hands around his waist, pulling him impossibly close against her body.

"Mmm." Attuma hummed, as he pulled away, pressing their foreheads together instead. "I missed you."

"I missed you. Always gone before I wake, I never get to hold you in the mornings." Okoye rested her head against his chest, hearing the steady heartbeat over the rustling of his clothing

"I'm sorry, Okoye. Trust me, it is just as hard to leave you." He pressed another kiss to her head and secured his arms around her waist, lifting her to her toes unintentionally.

Okoye giggled at how small she felt in the moment before hopping up and wrapping her legs around his waist and adjusted her arms to move around his neck.

"It is time for bed."

Attuma scoffed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You sure? Cause I was thinking-"

"Oh trust me, I can feel what you're thinking." She pressed her hips to the stiff member straining his pants. "All I'm saying is we move it somewhere else."

"Fair enough." He took off up the stairs, carrying her all the way to the bedroom before plopping her down on the bed and stripping of his shirt. "Now this, we haven't done in a while."

In a swift motion, her shorts and panties were else where and her pussy was exposed to cool air, much to Attuma's obvious satisfaction.

"It has been too long, woman. How dare you deprive me of such a treasure?" He dropped to his knees, slicking a finger up with her arousal as she squirmed.

"Put Shakespeare on hold, Attuma!" Okoye gasped as he folding her legs forward against her chest, prompting her to hold them close as he dipped his tongue to glide against her wetness with a groan.

"Love tasting this pretty pussy. You know that? Hm?" He slapped her thigh lightly, returning to his favorite place in the world.

Planting wet, sloppy kisses to her clit, causing her hips and jerk and rut against his nose. Her gasps were tight and sharp as she chased a release she had managed to lose some time ago.

Her trembling hands had freed her legs, allowing them to fall to his shoulders where he happily took hold of them in a bruising grip.

Not once did his eyes stray from her face, twisted and contorted in a level of pleasure only he could bring. His fingers massaging that spot inside her that sent all her moral thoughts to the clouds so that all that filled her head was him.

"A-Attuma! Oh!" She moaned out, opting to tangle her fingers in his hair, keeping his tongue flat against her cunt as she dragged her pussy across his face, her juices dripping down his chin and glistening on his cheeks.

The pace of his fingers sped and his tongue licked her up with a certain determination. "Fuck..fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"Come on pretty girl. Gonna soak my face. I want to taste you for days on end."

If only she was able to break through the barrier of pleasure before a rapid knock on the door, cause Attuma to snap away from her.

Okoye wailed quietly at her lost ecstasy, a prize, snatched from her clutch at the last second.

"Mama? I can't sleep!" The voice of their two year old rang muffled through out the room, sending Okoye into a fit of rage.

Attuma stuttered to find words while Okoye seethed with anger, her glare burning into his head.

"Uh- Just- mama is sleeping! I'll be right there, okay?"

A sigh and then back to his room the boy went, leaving the couple quite speechless.

"I was right fucking there!" Okoye whisper yelled, launching a pillow into Attuma's body as he retreated to the bathroom to wipe his face.

"It's not my fault! I'll be back, promise!"

A/N: Me as soon as I heard the kid outside the door:

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There’s just something about writing a black woman being loved and spoiled that really hits home for me. It is simply unmatched on my happiness scale.

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Amen.

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This is KILLING ME😭

I wanted to see if there was a longer version of that Sabrina fortnite clip and im glad there is

EDIT: MIKU PERSPECTIVE

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