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DEVANTÉ SWING x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Kierra and DeVanté have a toxic relationship, and no matter how much Kierra tries to leave, she falls back into his arms. ✨

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𝗞𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗔 laid in bed as her phone heavily buzzed on her bedside table, biting down on her lip and gripping the comforter covering her body to resist the temptation of answering her phone. it was around 3 A.M. and once she had finally drifted off to sleep, her phone jolted her awake. she knew it was no one other than DeVanté, and she tried her hardest not to fall into his arms for the millionth time.

Kierra and DeVanté's history wasn't too much. he was just too toxic for her liking. he didn't cheat, no. he was just... too unhealed to be in a relationship due to the arguments, accusations, and gaslighting.

Kierra did just fine without him though, and she managed to get back onto her feet. however... that didn't stop DeVanté from popping back up into her life. 2 months after they broke up, he texted one of the most infamous lines in relationship history: "i miss you."

Kierra held her ground and refused to feed into his antics, but not for very long. how did she fold? after DeVanté had called her phone for the fourth time, Kierra picked up the phone to tell him to leave her alone, but what he said next left her stuck due to the tone of voice he used.

"you tellin' me you don't miss me, baby? hm?" in the most seductive way he could possibly speak. how was Kierra not supposed to fold from the sound of his low voice? and in that tone... the tone that could make any woman drop to her knees... she stood no chance against him.

after that phone call, Kierra became brainwashed, and she fell right back into his arms. because of this slip-up, Kierra was now trapped in a cycle: she'd say she was done with him, then she'd get brainwashed, become weak in the knees, and end up in his bed, and the cycle repeated itself. her friends would label them as fuck buddies because of this, but she couldn't help but fall into his arms due to how good his sex was. it left her attached... FEENIN', if you will.

she had to fight between her brain and her vagina every time he reached out to her. it was like he was her POISON, and she couldn't get enough of it. this caused her mind to replay the same question: should she stand her ground or listen to her hormones?

let's find out.

snatching up her phone, Kierra repositioned herself in her bed as she picked up DeVanté's sixth call, gently gnawing on her bottom lip before she parted her lips to speak.

"...hello?"

"i was startin' to think you wasn't gon' pick up, beautiful." his honey vocals poured in Kierra's eardrum, and she could sense a smile on his face as she bit her lip to suppress her rising hormones.

"what do you want, DeVanté?" Kierra muttered, twirling one of her black box braids around her finger, as DeVanté let out a soft chuckle.

"i wanna come see you, pretty girl. is that a'ight with'chu?" DeVanté asked, causing Kierra to freeze up at the question.

her lips sat ajar as she internally fought with herself to figure out what to say. it would be nice to have him over... but she knew she'd regret it in the morning. his sex could satisfy her... but she'd regret it in the morning. she missed the feeling of his lips on hers... but. she'd. regret it. in. the morning.

"...i don't know about that, De."

"look... i know it's late, but i miss you, Ki'. and i know you miss me too. so, let's close the distance between us and let me come see you, baby." DeVanté bargained, causing Kierra to bite down on her lip while she pushed her thighs together to reduce the throbbing.

she could hear a bit of vulnerability in his voice, but she knew it was all a lie. it was one of the manipulative tactics he did. it was his way to guilt-trip you, or better yet, to get you to embrace him with open arms.

and that's exactly what Kierra did.

"...fine. hurry up before i change my mind."

—

the front door was opened and quickly shut, and Kierra knew it wasn't anybody but DeVanté. she didn't question how on earth he got a key to her house because she knew it was the key she gave him when they were together. she didn't think he still had it, but he did, and it wasn't very shocking that he did.

not only did he have a key to her house, but she also has one to his as well.

his shoes gently hit the stairs with each step he took, which added sound to the quiet house. despite the quietness, Kierra was wide awake, and DeVanté knew this. because of their phone call 10 minutes ago, he knew she wasn't asleep that fast. she wasn't one who could fall asleep very quickly, and that was one of the details DeVanté remembered about her.

DeVanté arrived at her doorway and two lovers locked eyes, the moonlight shining through Kierra's curtains and adding some light into the room while the two stared holes into one another silently. DeVanté's body adorned a jacket, a white tank top, a pair of jeans, and beige Timberlands while Kierra was dressed in a 'Jodeci' shirt and a pair of underwear with a bonnet on her head.

his hazel eyes beamed at her underneath the majestic lighting of the moon and he soon removed himself from the doorway, walking towards the bed that Kierra sat on. no words were spoken between the two, yet the sexual tension was extremely high, and they knew a way to fix it.

sitting next to her, Kierra sat Indian-style to give the light-skinned male some room to get close to her and their eyes never left each other's as DeVanté held his hand out, signaling for her to rest her face there. he did this a lot, for many different reasons though. sometimes he wanted to admire her, and at other times he wanted to kiss her.

this time, it was a mixture of the two.

DeVanté stared at her as his eyes traveled all over her face, starting at her pretty brown eyes and ending at her two-toned plump lips. his thumb gently caressed the side of her face as he lightly nudged her closer, her face coming closer to his while his other hand removed her bonnet and placed it on her bedside table.

Kierra's braids cascaded down her back as her clitoris began beating as fast as her heart, her eyes staring the handsome man in his face and waiting for him to make a move... any move. her breathing changed from steady to heavy and her lips gently parted from her sudden breathing change as DeVanté glanced down at her lips before looking into her eyes, a small smirk crossing his face once he realized she was growing needy under his touch.

"do it. i know you want to." on cue with his mutter, Kierra cupped his face in her hand and attached their lips, sparks flowing inside the kiss as his hand moved down from her face to her neck. a low moan fell from Kierra's lips once his hand applied pressure to her neck and DeVanté lightly smirked as he kicked off his boots and pulled the blankets back from Kierra's body, opening her legs and crawling between them while he laid her down on the queen mattress.

Kierra's hands gripped the collar of his jacket and she pulled it down his shoulders as DeVanté shimmed his arms out of the leather material and Kierra tossed it to the floor before her fingers clutched his tank top, tugging at it and signaling for him to remove it.

DeVanté wasted no time ripping the tank top in half and tossing it onto the floor as he flipped the two over, leaving him on his back and Kierra on top of him. Kierra rested her hands on his tattooed chest as DeVanté's hands slid down from her back to her ass, gripping both of her cheeks in both his hands and earning a feeble whimper from Kierra.

"i want you on my face. now."

—

"D-DeVanté! oh, my gosh, just like that!" Kierra moaned loudly, clutching her headboard in both hands, as DeVanté sloppily feasted on her wet sex, some of her juices dripping down his chin while he tightly gripped her hips.

her moans and whimpers blared out in the quiet room as DeVanté slurped up her sweet nectar like no tomorrow, his hands occasionally slipping down to her ass and giving it a squeeze or a slap.

"Deeeeeee, f-fuck." Kierra whined, her hips gently bucking on his face, as DeVanté's nails lightly dug into her hips and she moaned at the pleasurable pain it gave off, resting her head on her headboard while her body temperature started to rise.

❝ EVERY TIME WE LINK UP, IT'S ONLY US THERE. WE'RE THINKING, WILL WE GET THERE? IS IT WRONG? IS IT RIGHT? ❞

"aahhhh..." DeVanté's tongue slithered back and forth against her clitoris repeatedly and his wet muscle gently flicked the pulsing nub as Kierra let out a loud cry, her back arching and her vision faltering while her eyes rolled back.

"D-DeVanté! oh, my— yes! yes! ugh, G-God, yes!" Kierra cried, tears pricking at her eyes, as DeVanté smacked and gripped her ass, earning a whimper from the woman while he grinded her vulva against his mouth.

"you taste so good, my love." DeVanté muttered against her, tracing her clit in circles with his thumb, as Kierra's hips jolted at the contact and her brows furrowed, her jaw dropping agape once she felt DeVanté's tongue inside her folds.

❝ YOU KNOW THAT I MISS YOU, BUT I BE GETTING MIXED SIGNALS. WHY YOU SLOW DOWN? DON'T STOP THIS GREEN LIGHT. ❞

Kierra's body began to seize up and DeVanté noticed this, looking up at her while he smirked against her other set of lips. he watched her face scrunch up in pleasure as her lips sat open with no sound exiting them. tears now streamed down her rosy face and her grip on the headboard tightened as her eyes screwed shut and she gritted her teeth before a loud moan fell from her lips, her stomach caving in while the muscles in it convulsed.

"i- i'm cumming! i'm c-cumming! i'm— o-oh, my g-gosh— DeVanté!" Kierra shouted, electricity shooting through her body, as her movements halted and her honey flowed down on DeVanté's lips, his tongue sticking out of his mouth while he caught her rainfall.

"there you go, pretty girl. gimme all that sweet shit." DeVanté cooed, running his tongue over his lips before biting down on his bottom lip, as he continued to gently rub her swollen bud in circles and Kierra sighed, her body coming down from its high while she relaxed against DeVanté's face.

❝ NOW YOU CALLING ME SPECIAL, WHEN YOU KNOW I CAN'T HAVE YOU. ❞

noticing her now relaxed demeanor, DeVanté lifted her from his face as he laid her near the end of the bed on her stomach, soft pants falling from her lips while beads of sweat clouded around her hairline. laying her head on the pulled-back sheets, Kierra lazily looked back at DeVanté and watched him strip from his pants, biting down on her lip once his v-line was exposed to her. feeling eyes bore into him, DeVanté looked up from his actions and his eyes locked with hers, causing a smirk to spread across his face, as he removed his boxers from his lower half and tossed them on the floor with the rest of his clothes, his length hardened and standing tall while his veins lightly throbbed and his pink tip gently leaked with pre-ejaculation.

"arch that shit, mama," an arch quickly found its way to the woman's back, and this made the man chuckle while he came up behind her, "good girrrl."

Kierra felt a hand on her hip and a tip rubbing against her folds, making her whimper while she slightly wiggled her hips, "please..."

❝ WHEN I'M ON TO THE NEXT ONE, OH, NOW YOU WAN' GET AGGRESSIVE? ❞

"please what, sweet thing?" DeVanté smirked, biting down his lip at the woman, as he tapped his dick on Kierra's clitoris and she gasped softly while her hip lightly jolted at the impact.

"please put it in." Kierra whimpered softly, earning a small smile from her lover, as DeVanté placed his length at the woman's entrance and gradually slipped inside, a small groan coming from his lips once her walls contracted around him.

Kierra's jaw dropped and her eyes rolled as her brows furrowed and her arch deepened, the feeling of DeVanté's phallus stretching her out overwhelming her while she gently gripped the sheets. his strokes started slow to get the woman used to his big size, but they began to slowly speed up to a steady pace as DeVanté wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, his hand sliding from her hair to her neck while he pulled her up to his chest. slurred moans and whimpers fell from a dazed Kierra's parted lips as DeVanté bit his lip at her before moaning her name, his other hand caressing her left breast while his fingertips gently tugged at her nipple.

❝ OOH, FUCK DO YOU MEAN? YOU KEEP ON MAKING ME LEAVE. NIGHTMARES TURNED INTO A DREAM. ❞

"f-fuck... you look so pretty wit' that slutted-out look on yo' face. mmh, and you feel so good around me. you're so damn good, baby." DeVanté moaned out, squeezing the sides of her neck, as he began grinding his hips against her ass and Kierra let out a squeal, her hand lightly latching around DeVanté's wrist while her vision turned blurry.

"...D-De... mmh... s-so good..." Kierra softly slurred, completely in a daze, as DeVanté softly chuckled at her senselessness and planted kisses on the side of her face and neck, gently biting down on different parts of her neck and marking his territory.

Kierra's eyes fluttered and she let out small whimpers every time DeVanté's canines dug into her neck as her arm wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, her English slowly started to deteriorate the longer he was fucking her. she could hardly think straight, and hearing her thoughts was out of the question. it was like she was under hypnosis. the more he thrusted, the more her body craved for him to do it again. it was a continuous cycle, and that's exactly why she couldn't leave him alone.

because of how good he made her body feel.

❝ IF YOU'RE SO TOXIC TO ME, WHAT AM I FEENING? ❞

"mmm, you get so nasty for me, baby. this pussy get so wet fa' me and you lose all yo' control. such a pretty lil' slut, hm?" DeVanté whispered in her ear, teasing her, as he smirked and gently kissed her earlobe, "you hear what i'm sayin', baby?"

"DeVanté! oh, God, yes!" Kierra moaned loudly, her body beginning to jolt in his arms, as her eyes rolled back and DeVanté let out a soft chuckle, her grip tightening on his wrist while she tossed her head back against his broad shoulder.

"stop callin' for God, baby, he can't help you now."

❝ 'CAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER. GOT ME THINKING MY FEELINGS OVER. YOU KEEP DOIN' IT OVER AND OVER. YOU KEEP CALLING ME BACK. ❞

suddenly, DeVanté pinned Kierra on the mattress and held her down by the middle of her back, his thrusts taking a small intermission and slowing down while he leaned down to her ear.

"don't call out for him. call out for me. tell me how good i'm makin' you feel, beautiful. talk to me and let me know sum'." raising from his leaned down position, DeVanté's strokes gained momentum and his hips snapped into Kierra's at a quick pace, making her go speechless while her hands tightly gripped the sheets underneath her. her eyes rolled back and she began to spit out gibberish as her lips sat agape, his phallus sliding so deep that it may have even grazed her soul.

the bed rocked back and forth due to DeVanté's monster strokes and the headboard began slamming against the cream-colored room, which may or may not leave a mark, as drool slipped from Kierra's lips and she began to lose feeling in her legs, the gushiness of her pussy airing out into the room while the atmosphere began to smell like sex.

❝ I'M JUST TRYNA GET CLOSURE, BUT YOU'RE PULLING ME CLOSER AND CLOSER. PHONE RINGING, LIKE, OVER AND OVER. 'CAUSE YOU KEEP CALLING ME BACK. ❞

"you'resodeep, sodeep, sofucking— ugh! s-s-so d-dee- D-DeVanté!" Kierra stuttered out in a moan, tears falling down her face for a second time, as a rough smack was placed on her as and she squealed loudly, her asscheek stinging while his handprint formed on the fragile skin.

"how deep am i, suga'? hm? where you feelin' me at? you feelin' me in all them good spots, mama?" DeVanté cooed, slapping her ass for a second time, as Kierra cried out loudly and her body tingled underneath his touch while she lost the feeling in her lips.

Kierra tried her best to form words, but to no avail, as she sobbed loudly, her body being pushed into overstimulation while her grip tightened on the sheets. her knuckles nearly turned white due to her tight grip and around 2-3 of her acrylics popped off and hit the floor, making her grateful that her nails weren't freshly done or she would be in pain. she sniffled through her moans and whimpers and she cried out DeVanté's name for the millionth time tonight as the bed fastly rocked beneath her, another one of her nails popping off and hitting the floor while DeVanté gripped her asscheek and rubbed the area he previously hit.

❝ LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA. ❞

"aww, baby, what'chu cryin' for?" DeVanté cooed with a smirk, looking down at her teary-eyed face, as Kierra looked back at him before her body convulsed, making her cry out.

"b-becauseitfeelsogood!" Kierra's words came out as jumbled, but DeVanté understood her loud and clear, as he softly chuckled and sneakily slid deeper, causing his phallus to slam right into her g-spot.

this. this is why Kierra was so stuck. the way DeVanté fucked her made her indecisive on if she wanted to go through with cutting him off or not. she knew it was good for her mentally, but physically, she knew it wouldn't do any good for her. he might've been toxic and he might not be stable enough for a relationship, but when he fucked you, you'd be dumb enough to stick around and listen to every word he said, and that was the cycle Kierra was stuck in. and she didn't know how she'd escape it. he might not be good for her mentally, but physically, he was the right man for the job, and Kierra settled for it.

she'd answer every single call he made, just as long as she got a taste of his POISON.

❝ WHY YOU KEEP CALLING ME... BACK? ❞