#trevante rhodes fanfic

[megamindsecretlair]

Mr. Black, Part 1

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, degradation kink, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre is sick and tired of the countless mistakes you make while performing your work duties. You were recently hired and just trying to do your best, but nothing is ever good enough for him.

Word Count: 4,099k

A/N: Listen, Idk what happened. He's barely in 2 mins of the film and it broke my brain. That outfit and that smile was too much for me to handle! Idk how many parts this will be. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 - Completed

Tagging the usual lovelies, please tell me if you want to be removed: @planetblaque @browngirldominion @notapradagurl7 @honeyoriginalz @blackerthings @sevikasblackgf @henneseyhoe @miyahmaraj

Shit! He was going to kill you. You whined as the numbers swam in your vision. You desperately looked between two invoices, wondering how you were going to solve this before he found out. 

Your leg bounced as your nerves unraveled the longer you stared at the documents. Shit! You were done for. Your stupid little job was over before you had even gotten started. Your bottom lip quivered. There was no way you were going to recover from this.

Tre’s heavy footsteps pounded the carpet on approach and your heart dropped into your stomach. Shit! 

You pushed the papers on your desk into one huge pile that you’ll painstakingly unravel in the safety of your home. You tapped a few keys on the computer, trying to look busy. He did not need to know that you had been staring at your egregious mistake for the past half hour. 

“Do you have that report I told you to do?” Tre asked, once he reached his office. 

“Yes, Sir,” you said. You gave him a dumb ass, goofy smile. You handed over the report in a yellow folder. He snatched it from you, not sparing you a glance, and stalked into the office. The door slam made you flinch. 

You weren’t even sure why you stuck around this job. You were recently hired to help with the background work stuff while people all around you were getting fired. Tre had been leading that charge. 

Ever since you got hired, you wondered if he hated you. He barely said anything to you except to insult your hard work. Look, the workforce was hard, okay? There’s a lot of shit that school or life doesn’t teach you. More often than not, you had to hide your scrolling on Youtube for any kind of help. 

Even when he was in a good mood, flashing those pearly whites and that sinful smile, it immediately froze whenever you entered the room. Your good mood would evaporate and then you were falling all over yourself trying to correct whatever the issue was.

His coffee was too cold, too black, too sweet. His blinds were up too high and he had a nasty glare. This report was wrong, that report was wrong. No, this wasn’t the one he wanted. Yes, this was the one he wanted. Run out and get some lunch. Well, you took too long, I don’t want it anymore. 

It was exhausting working for the man, but some part of you wanted a crumb of his praise. Just a crumb. You could survive off of it. You knew you sounded pathetic. Your friends and family were getting sick of you complaining about the man. 

Your best friend sort of got it. You snuck a picture of Tre one day and showed her. She nearly fell off of your couch when she saw him.

“This? This is your boss?” 

Yes, he is seriously your boss. And he was a fucking asshole. Who else would feel absolutely nothing about firing people a few days before Christmas? Christmas! It was your favorite holiday and just thinking about all the tiny traditions made you so giddy, your heart flipped.

Person after person, box after box, floated by your desk looking absolutely miserable. You watched their tortured faces and your heart hurt thinking that all their years of service fit into one tiny box. The tinsel and ornaments decorating the office seemed like cruel mocking reminders that there would be no Christmas cheer for them. 

“Get in here, now!” You jerked out of your seat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The intercom flashed red and then turned off. You hated that damn box. Whatever happened to sending a chat? Way less intrusive and easier on your nerves.

You stood up with your heart racing. The pulse in your neck thumped so painfully, you placed your hand there to try and steady it. Realistically, you didn’t have to tell him about the mistake right now. You just needed a chance to find out what you did wrong.

You smoothed your checkered skirt suit, wiping your sweaty palms on the thick material. El Segundo didn’t get that cold, but the mornings were brutal. 

You bit your lip as you approached his office door. You opened it. Tre stood over his desk, one hand on his hip and a paper in his hand. It had to be the report he asked for. You assumed that since it was so late in the evening, that he’d read it first thing in the morning. You had hoped to leave here with a little hope. Not defeated like the past few nights, still not living up to his impossible standards.

All things considered, he was damn delicious. His favorite aesthetic was black. Black shirts, jackets, pants, shoes. The only hint of color on him were his gold chains and glasses. His thick beard complimented his facial structure beautifully. It was an odd mix being both attracted to and afraid of your boss. 

“Close the door,” he said. 

You followed his command. Shit. You were really in it. Was it your report he was reading? Or did he magically glean that you royally fucked up a fifteen million dollar contract? 

Your stomach roiled. You were going to be fucking sick. 

You approached the front of his desk like a deer in headlights. There was no room for you to maneuver. It was you, the headlights, and inevitable death. Shit, would you go to jail over something like this? 

You twisted your fingers as you stood there and waited for him to acknowledge you. He gave a long sigh and then put the paper down. 

“Come here,” he said. His tone was so disrespectful and biting. It was insulting coming from such a pretty man with a soft, ungodly voice. 

You rounded his giant desk and stood beside him. He was so huge. Thick muscles bunching the confines of his black suit jacket. You gulped and glanced down. He was looking at your report.

“What does this say?” He asked and pointed to a sentence.

“Due to the natre, er, nature, of the findngs.” Shit. This thing had so many damn typos in it. You typed the damn thing up, distracted, watching all of the people you never got to know walk out of here. Their faces haunted you day in and day out. You shouldn’t care, but well, here you were. 

If he had done this at any other time, maybe it wouldn’t have affected you so much. If he fired people around, say…St. Patrick’s Day, then at least people would have an excuse to hide their inevitable drinking. 

You looked into Tre’s eyes, an apology ready on your lips, but he was fuming. He was usually so calm and collected, firing people with an ice cold exterior. To see so much passion in him now…you were in deep shit. Without a paddle.

He reached across his desk and plucked out a red pen. “I want you to sit here and highlight all of the mistakes you made. And you better find them all,” he said. 

Your shaking hand reached out for the pen. He held it away. “All of them.”

He held out the pen once more and you took it. Tre sat down in his chair and motioned for you to proceed. You spied the chair on the other side of the desk, but you didn’t get the sense that you were allowed to get comfortable while you did this.

You licked your dry lips and leaned over slightly. Page by page, you hunted your mistakes with the red pen. You circled all of the typos you made. Good god, there were so many of them.

Tre sat like a silent specter. His disapproving eyes burned your back as you searched the document. At the end, you were appalled that you let so many slip through. The fuck was wrong with you? 

“Count them,” he said. 

Shit, shit. You couldn’t handle this fucking stress. “I am so sorry–”

“Count. Them.” You glanced at him. Besides the fire in his eyes, he seemed calm and a little disinterested. Like he was already bored of this shit and wanted you to hurry up.

You took a deep breath. He was only a man. You needed this stupid fucking job, but you will not be treated like this for much longer. Fuck his praise. And fuck him. No man, no job was worth this bullshit. You were going to find a nice quiet job somewhere. 

You counted the circles. Like bubbles of misery. “Twenty-four,” you said. At least your voice was strong, giving no hint to your frazzled nerves. Though, the more you thought about it, the less nervous you felt. You were so going to type up your two weeks notice tonight. Fuck this cheerless company. 

“Do you have any clue what it’s like trying to do my job but all I can focus on is your shitty ass mistakes? A toddler can type better than you,” he said. 

You gasped. Such a fucking asshole. “Everyone makes mistakes,” you pointed out. For fuck’s sake, you weren’t decoding international secrets. The occasional, okay this instance many, typos should not warrant a trip to the principal’s office. 

“I spend more time correcting your mistakes than trying to turn this company around. The least you can do is be a competent assistant. Your job is to assist,” he said. 

“All you can see is my mistakes instead of all the other shit that I do!” You fired back. Shit. His eyes narrowed and you swallowed, but you weren’t going to hold back. Whether you quit or got fired, you were saying goodbye to him so what the hell did anything matter? 

“I bend over backwards to do everything for you! Do you know how many times I’ve had to fix my nails as I run around here doing everything that pops into that meaty ass head of yours? Fix your computer, get you coffee, charge your fucking phone. I was hired to do assistant work, not become your personal maid. The least you can do is treat me with some fucking respect!” 

A weight lifted from your chest. You took deep, heaving breaths and felt lighter than you ever had. Even before taking this soul sucking job. 

“Bend over,” he said quietly.

“What?” You asked.

Tre stood to his full height. Not quite reaching six feet, but close enough. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and then slipped it off, revealing a black, long sleeved shirt. He rolled up the cuffs.

“I’m spank that tight ass you keep taunting me with for every mistake you have on that report,” he said.

Whoa, what? “Did you not hear what I said?” You asked. You watched as inches of his forearm were revealed. Shit, this shouldn’t be so hot. But it was. Your mouth ran dry for entirely different reasons.

“Every word. Bend. Over. It’s a simple instruction to follow,” he said. The sleeves were at his elbow now. 

You barely thought about it. You bent over the desk, breasts pressing into the coolness of his desk. You felt him slide behind you. His thick hands rubbed over the fabric of your dress. He squeezed the fleshiness of your ass and you softly huffed. 

“Count out every mistake,” he said.

Smack! Red hot fire bloomed on your right ass cheek. “What the fuck,” you gasped.

“Count it, or we start over,” he said.

“One,” you immediately said. Was this really happening? 

Smack! Shit, it really was. “Two,” you gasped again, trying to fight off a moan. Your pussy ached with each subsequent hit. And he was not going easy on you. Each smack was severe, making you reach up on tiptoes to escape it. 

He wouldn’t let you. His hand found your ass in any way you had it displayed for him. No two smacks were similar. Some were harder than others. He never hit the same spot twice. Your ass was a mosaic of pain. Heat bloomed in tiny flickers. There was no way you were going to sit down after this.

“Fifteen,” you ground out. Your ass sought his hands, relished each smack he delivered. Your mind turned blissfully fuzzy. Nerves melting away until it was a tiny puddle at your feet. Fuck. You were so turned on and your panties were ruined. Soaked. 

Your clit throbbed in time with the flickering heat on your ass. And he continued to smack it. Your ass jiggled after each one. Your feet scrambled for purchase. 

“Twenty-two,” you cried out. Tears gathered in  your eyes. 

The final two smacks to your ass were the worst ones. He had been hiding that strength this entire time. He smacked you like he was truly punishing you for all of the mistakes on the report. You shuddered to think what he would do when he found out about the contract. 

He had maintained a professional demeanor throughout it all. He hadn’t spoken, except with soft grunts as the force of his smacks met your ass. He rubbed your booty and you moaned from the white hot pain. How the hell were you going to get home after this? 

Tre lowered the zipper on the back of your dress and you whimpered. What more could he fucking do right now?

The answer to that was swift as he pushed the edge of your skirt up and over your wide hips. He groaned with a soft, “fuck”, as he revealed your racy black panties. The lace was sheer with tiny flower designs woven into it. 

“I knew hiring you was a fucking mistake. Can’t even focus on shit around here,” he said. Though it seemed like he was talking to himself. 

“I thought you hated me,” you whispered. You wiped the wayward tears from your face. 

“You and these fucking outfits,” he answered back. He rolled your panties off of your damp pussy. He bent with it, so his breath trailed the back of your thighs and legs. He kissed his way back up. Plump lips placed soft kisses to your thighs and ass. Pain bloomed from his recent spanking and you moaned and moved away. He straightened and pulled your hips back. 

He smacked your bare ass this time. The wet sound was loud and lewd. You prayed that everyone was gone for the day. There was no way that these flimsy ass walls had good sound proofing. 

“Fuuuuuck,” you moaned out.

“That’s for being such a fuckin’ tease,” he said. His hands left you, going to his own fly as you heard the zipper and the frantic huffs as he hurried to free himself. 

“I wasn’t–”

“You know you were. Bending over every chance you got. Smiling every time I fuckin’ saw you. Wearing these outfits you know are not professional,” he said. 

He settled back behind you, groaning as you assumed he pumped himself. Fuck, you wanted to see. You looked back at him. Oh, that was a mistake. His head was thrown back, his arms moving jerkily as he pumped his thick length with his hand. 

Your pussy clenched as you watched him. You bit your lip at the sheer ecstasy on his face. You didn’t want to speak and interrupt him. While it was true that you dressed up a little more than your coworkers, these outfits were appropriate. You didn’t show unnecessary cleavage and your skirts were decent lengths.

Okay, maybe they went a little too high. But you spent most of your time behind a desk, who was really going to notice? It was better than the bland ass, off the rack looks these other girls wore. It was like they all shopped at the same, ugly ass store. Why should you be bland like them?

You were fucking gorgeous. And wearing pretty outfits made you feel beautiful and comfortable. You loved your heels. Why should you keep all that shit in the closet to make basic bitches feel nice? Fuck ‘em.

Tre rubbed the tip of his dick through your wet folds. You nearly buckled. Your knees collapsed and Tre roughly grabbed your hip to make you stand upright. 

You rested your cheek against the cold desk. The coolness helped cool off some of the heat burning through you. You moaned as his tip brushed against your clit. “Please,” you whispered.

“Please what?” He asked.

“Please, fuck me. I need it,” you moaned. God, it had been too fucking long since you got fucked. Not had sex. Got fucked. You had decent situationships in the past. Sure, you had fun. But to get fucked, you needed a certain type of man. 

He grunted as he shoved inside, stretching you completely. You cried out as he pulled back and shoved back in, getting his dick wetter from your juices alone. “Sweet fuck,” he moaned. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” He worked himself inside you, pushing into the warm, wet core of you. You were a vice grip on his dick. Welcoming him deeper and more easily with every glide. His fingers dug into your hips. 

“From now on, I’m checking over all of your work. If I catch more typos, that’s your ass,” he said.

How the hell could he expect you to listen when he was buried so deep inside of you, you were pretty sure with one more shove that he would hit your G-spot? You pathetically whimpered as his movements grew slippier. He slid in and out with more ease than before. 

His thrusts turned sharper. Each one shoved you against the desk. The hard plane of the desk shoved into your stomach. The pain was barely a thought. 

“Oh yes, yes,” you moaned.

“Takin’ this dick well,” he moaned. His thrusts increased. Barely giving you time to breathe in between each one. They were powerful and unrelenting. The desk rattled. His thighs pushed into yours, trapping you against the desk as he pounded into you. His hands around your hips were bruising. He had you slightly lifted, so your feet slightly dangled off of the ground. He supported you easily. 

The minimal praise from him made your heart soar and your pussy flutter. “Oh, you like that shit, don’t you?” 

“Uh-huh,” you moaned.

“Tell me you like it then,” he said.

“I like it,” you said.

“Like you mean it,” he said and gave another savage thrust that made you see stars. 

The desk made an intrusive knocking sound in time with his thrusting. That’s how hard he was fucking you. 

“Oh shit, I’m cumming,” you moaned. Your belly flipped as your orgasm built and built.

“Let it go, then,” he said.

You cried and whimpered as you came. 

“Mhm, let it go. Let it go. Mhm, feeling all of that,” he cooed while you came, stars going off like bombs in your weak vision. Your head swam. Your vision winked in and out. You were bliss personified, cumming with a type of euphoria you didn’t know existed.

You squeezed his dick as you came. “Get that shit nice and creamy,” he said. 

He continued to pound into you, fucking any last remnants of your orgasm out of you. He was so hard and thick, sliding in and out and wrenching every little sound he could out of you. 

Wet smacking and the rattle of his thrusts filled the room with a harmony you wanted on repeat forever. You were creamy for him. Needy for him. Needy for the way that he could fuck you stupid and you thanked him for it.

You managed to look back at him. Again, his head was thrown back. The wide expanse of his neck pulsed with a thick vein you wanted to lick. Sweat dripped down into his shirt. His sleeves were still rolled up. He was power and strength. Thick in every sense of the word.

Broad shoulders, soft beard, and those glasses. Good god, you loved those glasses on him. That wide smile of his. His rich, midnight skin. You could spend hours licking every inch of him and it wouldn’t nearly be enough. 

He was lost in you, lost with his dick pumping into you. Watching how you were making him feel, another orgasm built. It climbed its way to the surface, whisking you away to the stars again. Shooting through the universe with nothing to hold you down. Nothing to keep you anchored. You just floated like stardust around the cosmos. 

“Oh fuck, please,” you moaned. You didn’t know what the fuck you were saying. You were mumbling and moaning, unaware of anything but his hands on your hips. His dick inside you. His balls slapping your clit. Your hand moved behind you seeking his body. His thrusts were too much.

You pushed against him. You didn’t want him to stop. Just for him to ease a bit. Your swollen clit was sensitive as hell. You weren’t sure if you had another orgasm in you. It was too soon and his punishing pace was going to literally fuck you stupid in a minute.

“Move that fuckin’ hand before I do,” he spat. 

“But…Sir…” He was fucking the air out of you. You couldn’t breathe. “Fuck, please.” 

True to his word, he grabbed the hand that you were trying to push him away with. Your left hand was twisted behind your back as he leaned forward, deepening his strokes.

It turned harsher, fucking you into the desk. He’d fuck you through it if he could. His moans turned desperate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “Take this nut.”

He groaned as he unleashed his climax inside of you. He filled you with his cum. His dick twitched and pulsed against your spongy walls as his cum was fucked into you. Still he moved, still he pounded into you like he was trying to prove something. 

His hips faltered as he sputtered the last of his cum. He buried himself to the hilt and a shiver ran through him. Your frantic breathing matched his as he slowly pulled out of you.

Fuck! You were fucking sore! A hundred baths wouldn’t soothe this shit. A moment later, his cum slipped out of you and you moaned. Well shit. No condom. Luckily, you were on the pill but still. You shouldn’t be so fucking horny that you didn’t talk about these things.

However, after getting fucked the way you just did, you’d happily accept his cum. Many times over. 

His cum leaked out of you, sliding down your pussy and legs. He groaned, leaned down, and spread your ass cheeks just to watch.

“Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he said. He pushed two fingers inside and you whimpered. He grunted one last time and removed his fingers. 

He grabbed a few tissues off of his desk and started to clean you up. You hissed when he hit a sensitive spot. He kissed your ass and legs as he cleaned up. “So fuckin’ pretty. So fuckin’ beautiful,” he soothed as he cleaned.

You were a shaking mess. Your legs could not support you. He chuckled as he finished. He pulled his pants up first. You heard the slide of his belt buckle. Then, he pulled your panties up to cover your ass. Next, he lowered your skirt and fixed the zipper.

You were too weak to move from your spot. Too weak to stand up and say or do anything. You laid there in amazement. He helped you up and then steadied you while he lowered you into his chair. His chair.

He got to work, righting various knick knacks on his desk. He moved a tiny Christmas snow globe on his desk that you had brought him on the first day. He had raised his eyebrow at you, told you that you couldn’t bribe your way to a good start, and disappeared into his office. You thought he had thrown it away. You were too nervous to notice anything when you came into his office. Just his disapproving eyes and smug smirk. 

He moved the report back into the yellow envelope and closed it. He turned around and rested his ass against the desk. He tapped the file with his long fingers. “Be sure to correct this. We’ll go over it first thing in the morning.”

You glanced at him. “Yes, Sir,” you said with a hoarse voice. Fuck, your throat hurt. Everything hurt. He smirked as if he were reading your thoughts.

Yeah, a merry Christmas to you too, mu’fucker.

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 - Completed

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[henneseyhoe]

SMILE FOR ME, DADDY.

Chiron x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS:18+, pussy is being licked like ice cream on a hot country summer day!, no relation between reader and Chiron, y’all just bein nasty, Short.

SUMMARY:reader likes Chiron’s grillz and he shows her they look good on her too..*wink wink*

(Pt2)

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It all started with you askin’ him about those damn grillz.

“Pretty boy!”

“Smile for me, daddy!” You and your friends playfully yelled at the men across the parking lot, their attention landing on your entire group regardless of all the other people around them hooting and hollering about how nice their cars was.

They smiled nicely like it wasn’t nothing, the grillz in question gleaming in the streetlights. All grillz had different designs and colors. One was silver with diamonds riddling the top and bottom, one was gold with crosses engraved on it, one was in the shape of an AK on the man’s top row with the bottom slugged out with silver, and one just had simple gold, but that was all you had to see to make that kitty pur.

You all went silent, giggling amongst each other as the opposite group detached themselves from the hoods of their drop top rides, striding over to y’all. You got nervous with every step, your hands starting to shake. Each and every one of them picked a girl out for themselves to talk to, and you were last, the most intimidating one of them all approaching you. He was tall, nice beard, skin looked like glazed dark chocolate in all these lights, and his golden pendants and grillz only made all that pop. You could have fainted right then and there with how he was looking at you. Like he wanted to take a bite with those same golds.

“You said you want me to do what, ma?” He asked, licking his lips. You got a peak of the bright jewels in his mouth, your eyes twinkling with every sight of it.

“I- I said…I wanted to see them grillz”

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“FUCK! Ouuu, fuck!” You moaned, your hand gripping onto the velvet seats of the car that belonged to this man whose name you still didn’t know. How you went from asking to see his grillz to him sticking his entire tongue inside of you with no remorse for his seats? You had no idea, but you were damn sure gonna enjoy a handsome face being in your lap.

He wasn’t just kissing or sucking, he was making love to that pussy, like he actually loved the pussy. His tongue knew no limits, licking up and down from your throbbing clit all the way down to your ass. That’s how you knew he was a real freak, y’all only talked for about an hour. Your legs was lifted up so high you were sure a plane would think you were telling them to land right on top of y’all. Not to mention the top on the car was still down and y’all were still in the parking lot where the car meet took place. Thankfully, everyone had left, hearing about a street racing event that was happening downtown. You were too busy getting your soul sucked out through your clit to care about it.

He spread your lips with his thumbs and spat down onto your clit, watching it drip down to your entrance and spill on his seat. Sticking his tongue out, he only uses the tip to play with your bundle of nerves, flicking it back and forth as your stomach started to flip and cave in from the powerful orgasm you were about to have. Once again you caught a glimpse of those beautiful golds in his mouth, just shining at you, not to mention the feeling of the warm material sitting against your pussy every time he decides to put his entire mouth on you, collecting the juices that had attempted to fall.

“OH MY GOD!” You squealed, your pussy clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. Suddenly he closes his lips around your clit and begins to suck while sliding two of his fingers inside you, the sound of macaroni being stirred filling the car as he began thrusting his fingers at an angle inside of you while sucking. He felt your pussy contract around him, clamping down until you sprayed your juices all over him like a broken water pipe. “OH SHIT!” Was all you could say as you watched in awe, the force being so strong that you actually slammed your head back against the cars door. You continued to squirt through your surprise and confusion, wetting up his seats, beard, and white tee. And get this, the night still wasn’t over.

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Me and my grillz kink back at it again???

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[thecapodomme]

"SAY IT." does something to my soul....Because I just know he's gonna talk me through it and make me talk back because BAAAAYBEEEE....! if he said good girl too, MANE. 🥹😩 UNTIL MY SPINE ISSSS DUSSSSSTTTT!

Side note: When did his voice get so Deep? Please somebody tell me...

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[itsbackwoodsbby]

His Favorite

Trevante Rhodes x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Religion! Recreational Drinking! Smut! Protected Sex! Stripper!

Summary: Trevante's favorite stripper is out of work for a while and has no one as a replacement. You decide that you want to be his favorite. Not just for the night. His forever replacement.

Sunday, he’s always in the church. In the front row, he is watching his dad preach about how wonderful God is. But even saints need to let loose and be wild. On the weekdays and Saturdays, you can catch him at Pink Paradise, the best strip club in the city. He comes in and gives a few dancers money, and once he gets hungry, he’ll go to the bar and order something. When his army friends come with him, he orders hot lemon pepper wings and Hennesy. He orders a small appetizer and a soft drink when he's by himself. Depending on whether his favorite chef is in the kitchen, which is a rare occasion, he’ll order shrimp and fries with lemon on the side.

Then he’ll come to find his favorite dancer to get a lap dance from. She’ll take him to the back and give him the dance of his life. When he pays extra, she opens her throat for him. It’s not the best, but what is a recently honorable discharged army man with no wife supposed to do?

It’s Sunday, you sit down in the church, running a tad bit late. You had a late shift last night, but you’ll be damned if you missed church. You see him in the front as usual as you listen to the pastor talk about how God will make a way out of no way. Then, it shifts to him congratulating and thanking his son for his time in the service. He then calls him up to stand next to him.

“Trevante, son. I love you. I’m so proud of your accomplishments in the service. God has blessed you and worked on you. Because you know you used to be a handful. Boy, you used to give me hell.” Pastor Rhodes says. Everyone laughs at that comment. “But you grew up an amazing strong-minded, young man. You know how to stir away from temptations because the army gave you a new mindset.”

The statement makes you giggle. Stir away? Please! It’s Praise Pussy Sunday tonight at Pink Paradise and you know you’ll see him tonight. And his favorite dancer is out with the flu, so you’re going to be his replacement tonight. Hopefully, you just be his new favorite forever. 

Around 9 pm, you get ready to go to work. You shower and put on something comfortable and easy to take off so you can put on your work outfit. You pack your work bag with two extra outfits, lotions, perfume, wipes, two mini bottles of Crown Royal, makeup, deodorant, and gum. You head to your pole room, grab your money bag, and empty out the cash from Saturday night. You quickly count it and you see you made $659 that night. 

You go to your car and you head to Pink Paradise. You look in the parking lot to see if you see Trevante’s car. You know he's here when you see that black 2023 Corvette with the top down. You walk inside the club. It’s packed as usual on Praise Pussy Sunday. You see the girls in outfits. Some of them dressed as nuns, priests, and other sexy holy things. You go to the locker room. As you maneuver through semi-naked women and bare-naked women, you can hear that Trevante is the talk of the room. You can hear the other girls murmur amongst themselves. “Yo, Kream is gone. And I saw Trevante in the crowd tonight. I love Kream, but I want Trevante to myself. You don’t say anything, you just get dressed. If you say anything about wanting Trevante, the girls will eat you up. You recently started stripping, so they call you a baby stripper. It’s best to stay silent, but you have to prove that you have more experience than an actual baby stripper. As you do your makeup, you take one of the bottles of Crown Royal to calm your nerves down. The club’s atmosphere usually is laidback, but you have to know what you’re doing. If you don’t, you’ll barely get anything and it’s very hard to come back after making a fool of yourself. One by one, the girls dance and you patiently wait until your turn. You have a special performance under your sleeve. 

You peek out the curtain to observe the room. It is sort of blurry from the haze of people smoking weed. You look around until you spot Trevante. He is talking to his friends in a booth, fucking up those hot lemon pepper wings. You keep that spot in your mind for your performance. As To My Bed by Chris Brown comes on, you feel the crowd's laughing and talking fade in the background as the lights dim. You walk out slowly and sway your hips to the melody. Everyone is focusing on your body, but your main focus is just to get his eyes on you and it is clear he is just as entranced by you. Your movements are slow and sensual, but you feel no shyness on stage. 

You are a natural at this. Your hips grind to the song, slowly making their way towards him, watching him react to each move. You reach the pole, tracing a circle around its base. The beat drops, and you take hold of the pole and begin to slide down it slowly. You swayed your hips in a slow circle, teasing the crowd but keeping the focus on Trevante. As you slide down the pole, you lean forward and let your body rest against it, teasing your body shape just enough to create the desired effect. The crowd yelled out their approval, but you couldn't keep your eyes off the one man in the booth. Everyone is throwing money and your other dancing peers are shocked that you have this talent in you.

After your dance, you go into the locker room and use your baby wipes to get the sweat. The girls are hyping you up as you’re changing into your second outfit for the night. After that, you walk around the club. Customers are giving you tips and complimenting you. You go to the bar to get a drink and you’re about to pay when Trevante stops you and says he will pay instead. He smiles at you and you see he is wearing his grillz. You almost faint as you look at the shine. You would honestly let him take you down right now in front of these people, but you have to have some decorum. You two sit at the bar.

“Can I get what the lady got?” He asks the bartender, who starts making the drink again. You take a baby sip of the drink. “Thank you for paying,” You smile at him. “You’re welcome. You were amazing.” He says to you biting his lips. “I ain’t never seen you before. You must have recently started working here.” He asks you. “Yeah. I started working here a few weeks ago.” You smile. “Thanks, I try when it comes to dancing.” You say, trying not to sound too cocky, but you are proud of yourself. “Say, do you know where Kream is?” He asks you with a curious look on his face. “Oh, she is going to be out for a few. But, I can always help with your Pink Paradise needs.” You smile at him. He smirks, “Oh, a newbie can help me? He laughs at your smile drops from your face when you hear the word, newbie. “I’m just playing. Show me what you got.” 

You take his hand and walk him to the back. As you’re walking back there, some of the bitter girls are mad. They try to stop you from giving him a dance. “Trevante, what about Kream? She wouldn't like that her replacement is a baby stripper.” They say to him, but he doesn’t care. 

When you get in the room, you lock the room. The lights in the room are a low-light purple and the floor has a white fur rug. He sits on the couch and looks at your body some more, loving your curves and that ass behind you. You walk to him and start giving him a lap dance. Sitting on his lap, grinding your hips, teasing him as if you are about to kiss him, and kissing his neck. You stand up and get behind him. You rub up and down his chest. You see he is getting stiff in his pants. You smile and look at him.

“I can’t be doing bad for a newbie.” You smirk at him, as you get back on top of him and rock your hips on him. “Not at all.” He grunts lowly and starts feeling your body. “Do you do more?” He asks you. You eye him as you continue dancing, “As in?” He smiles, “Do you give head? Sex?” You smile at him, “Yeah, but it’s extra.”

Trevante didn’t care. Honestly, he needed something new. Kream is okay, but he needs better. And you are probably letting him fuck you. It is a win-win for him to have a new favorite. 

He pulls his boxers and jeans down and his semi-hard dick is staring at you. You get on your knees and waste no time and take his whole dick in your mouth. You start bobbing your head down his dick and you feel his hand travel to your head. He guides your head down his shaft. You look up and see his mouth is hanging open, licking his grillz. You then begin to feel his grip on your hair tightly and start getting rough hitting the back of your throat. You gag a bit, but you take it like a champ. You come down and start sucking on his balls as you stroke his shaft. 

“Shit, you damn sure can suck dick better Kream, that’s for sure.” He mumbles under his breath, biting his lips as you come back up and resume sucking his dick.”Yeah, suck this dick.” He throws his head back on the couch and places his hand back on your head. He pushes your head down further as he begins to twitch in your mouth. This tempts you to suck him faster. He closes his eyes and he nuts in your mouth. You swallow it and your mouth slowly comes off his dick. 

“Damn.” He tries to catch his breath. You giggle at him. “Did I do okay?” He looks at you, “You did better than okay. Damn.” He repeats making you laugh. “You know, you can always do more.” You smile at him. He looks at you, “You playing?” You shake your head at him, “No, I’m not playing.” You give him a slow strip tease and he looks at your bare naked body. He pulls you to him and smacks your ass. “Damn, your body is so perfect, baby girl.” You smile at the compliment, “Thank you.” He hovers over you, and you look at him, “So where do you want me?” You ask him. “On the floor.”

You lay on the floor and the next thing you know your legs are in the air and he’s eating you out with his grillz on. You feel yourself sinking into the floor, gripping his head. His tongue swirls around with your  clit. He pulls your legs on his shoulders and shakes his head in between. “Trevante, fuck.” You moan out and start caressing your breast.

 Your legs stay on his shoulders, but you feel something teasing your clit. It slides up and down and once it’s at your entrance, he pushes all of his dick inside you. You grip onto the floor as he stretches your pussy out. He is generous enough to let you adjust to his big size. Once you are comfortable, he starts deep stroking inside you. Even though you don't necessarily have to be quiet because of the loud music, you still try not to be loud. You bite your lip and look into his eyes. Mistake. This makes him fuck you even more while looking deep in your eyes. He folds your legs up to your ears and goes deeper inside you, making his curve tease your spot. 

“Deeper! Deeper!” You cry out. He smiles and begins hitting your spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You couldn’t believe that the preacher’s son is fucking you like this. “Aye, mamas, look at it.” He groans out. You bite your lips as you watch his dick go in and out of you. Then he starts pounding and gripping your neck. Your eyes close as your body gets tingling from being close to your climax. 

“Mm, is my new favorite going to cum for me?” He teases you but confirms you’re his new favorite at Pink Paradise. You nod your head yes. He pops your thigh, causing you to gasp and exhale your moan out slowly, “Yes, yes. I’m going to cum for you. Shit.” You cuss under your breath. 

He holds your stomach down and goes deeper. You squeal as you cum on his dick. He keeps going until eventually he slows down and cums. You whine as he pulls out. He falls back on the floor as well. You two lay and stare at the ceiling as his phone goes off multiple times and one of the other girls is banging to get in the room. You sigh and giggle. 

“That was so amazing.” You admit to him. He smiles. “Yeah, it was.” You two catch your breath and he looks at his phone and laughs. You look at him, “What’s funny?” You ask, being curious. He shows you his phone. His homeboys are blowing him up. 

“Yooo, T? Where you at nigga?” 

“Trevante, if your ass is not out here in 3 seconds, you paying this bill.”

“Man, nigga is you getting some pussy? Ain’t no way you still in the back room now.”

You laugh, “Well, we should probably hurry up and get you back to your friends.” He nods as he takes the condom off and the two of you get dressed. He looks at you and bites his lip. “Say, can I get your number? This normally ain’t like me. But … it’s something about you.” You smile and look down, “Yeah, you can.”You put your number in his phone and in return, he pays you for your services. He gives you close to $1,000. You smile and thank him for the money. 

You are pretty exhausted from fucking, so you decide to go home. You go to the locker room and receive a few dirty looks, because you got Trevante all to yourself. The rest of the girls are hyping you up. You smile and thank them. You get dressed, head back to your house, and instantly run in the shower to wash the sex off your body. Afterward, you lotion up, put your pajamas on, and begin counting up your money tonight. You made $1256. You finally made four-digit money. You smile and go to your bed and lie on your silk sheets. Your phone dings. It’s an unknown number. You look at the message. 

“Hope you sleep well tonight. Definitely my new favorite lol.”

With another solid confirmation like that, you smile and sleep like a baby.

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[becauseimswagman1]

Toxic Love

A/N:.... it's been forever since I've posted...I'M BACK WITH THE SMUT GUYS. Don't be afraid to comment either!!!

A/N#2: he got some pretty teeth y'all

This for you @itsbackwoodsbby 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

(She wrote something for me. Gotta get her backkkk)

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To say that you and your man are a toxic couple is downplaying just how toxic y’all actually are. He cheats and cheats, yet you stay. “Why?” is the million-dollar question. You could say you love him, but you could also say you love the money he makes. See your man is a drug dealer, but not just any ole drug dealer, he’s feared. He’s not to be messed with in any way, so what made you finally get his lying and cheating ass back? The most recent bitch he cheated on you with.

Her name is whor- Hazel. Hazel been tryna get at your man forever. You’re surprised he even fucked that fuck-anything-that-walks, homewrecking ass girl, but niggas will be niggas you guess. You’ve come to realize that they’ll fuck anyone and anything.

Anyways, you got him back by fucking his fine ass, big dick-having-ass cousin. Guess it really does run the family, but the dick was trash and the head was bomb, but if your man asks then all of it was better than him.

You could only imagine how crazy he acted once he found out, but he was almost done with his drops for the day so you’d find out in a minute or two.

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You hear a car door slam and shortly after the front door slam too, “Ayo what the fuck am I hearing bout you fucking my cousin Dre?!”

You almost laughed, his anger was comical to you. You admit you did act like this when you found out he cheated the first time, but as smart as he is… you figured he would’ve figured everything out by now.

You shrugged at him, “Oh they talking about that already? Damn word get around fast. And don’t be slamming the doors in this house!”

“It’s true? You sit up here living this lavish ass lifestyle and you decide to act like one of yo lil friends and fuck anybody with a pulse.”

Okay, he was doing too much now. It’s not like you slept with half the motherfuckers in his gang unlike someone (Hazel).

You stood up off the couch, “Nah, Trevante fuck you! I don’t know why you tryna make me out to be some type of hoe but that shit not gone fly. Yo black ass acting like I fucked yo brother or something. It was just your cousin so back up off me.”

He walked over to you and got in your face, “Tell me that shit not true. Tell me it’s not so I can go pop the nigga that told me.”

Damn, did he have the grill in today? Top AND bottom too? Mhmmmm.

You stared up into his eyes as innocently as you could while he looked down at you, “Sorry baby, but… it’s true. And it was sooo good, too. He fucked me way better than you.”

God, he’s wearing the cologne that makes you soak your panties in record time.

“Oooooh now he’s better than me? I’ll murk that nigga right now, blood or not. Keep on testing me, ma.”

He’s gonna fuck you up. He’s no longer mad at the get back, but the thoughts of another man fucking you better and that you could possibly leave him because of that haunt him now.

“I’ll be here to wash your clothes when you get back. Just don’t come in here dripping blood and shit. It’ll be a bitch to get out our new carpets.”

Trevante could see how unphased you were about this whole thing and it only pissed him off more. You gave away your pussy and that belonged to him.

He grabbed your neck and got real close to your face, “Say he’s better than me again, and watch what happens to you.”

You smirked, this is exactly what you wanted, “He’s better than you. Maybe this will teach you not to fuck with dirty ass hoes.”

He chuckled, tightening his hold on your neck a little, “So you mad I fucked one of yo lil friends?”

“She’s not-” He cut you off, “Right. She’s not. But you really went out and did what you did as a get back? You put on your big girl panties and took a shot at me? That’s a mistake, baby.”

He pecked your lips then threw you over his shoulder, “You gone regret that shit.”

“Baby-”

“Nah, don’t “baby” me now. You was just talking all that shit, it’s time to put your money where your mouth is.”

Trevante took you to your shared room and sat you down on your feet then grabbed your neck again, making you look at him, “You gonna be good for Daddy?”

“Mhm.” you avoided his heated stare. You knew what he had in store for you was gone have you acting right...for now.

He tightened his grip on your neck, “Words ma, or you not gone get what you deserve.”

“I’ll be daddy’s good gir-” he adjusted your head to look at him in his eyes, “Good what?”

“I’ll be daddy’s good little slut.”

He pecked your lips and let your neck go, “Take your panties off. Ass up, face down.”

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas countdown to Christmas Day. We've 11 days left!!

Twas the Night

Summary: Chiron stays up with his child on Christmas Eve.

Tags: Chiron x Kevin, dads

Three Christmases had passed since Chiron and Kevin adopted Lil Blue, the blessing that brought so much light and joy into Chiron's life.

The very moment the birth mother laid the tiny baby in Chiron's strong arms was like a dream. He looked up at her nervous in his spirit, as if she'd change her mind, see the perfect small soul that he saw and take him back, but when she didn't.. his eyes began to water in gratitude and after ten minutes of staring at the newborn, it hit him.. this was his baby. He wiped the tears from his cheeks with his forearm, looking up at Kevin for the first time.

Kevin had been through this with the birth of his biological children, he understood the exact feeling floating like a large butterfly inside Chiron and he gave a gentle smile.

Having his own child to love and who would love him scared Chiron. He didn't know the first thing about being a father, but he knew there was a lot of love in his heart.. and he remembered what it was like when he found Blue and Teresa.

He felt safe, welcomed, loved, and warm. These were the feelings he wanted to pass down to Lil Blue.. Which is why he was brimming with anxious excitement for the first Christmas that Lil Blue would truly experience and possibly remember.

For the first year, Santa was a big topic. All December, Kevin and Chiron circulated Frosty the Snowman, Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer, and all the old cartoons. They drank cocoa with marshmallows and whipped cream. They decorated a tall green tree from Walmart with muliticolored bulbs, and lights, raising Lil Blue high in the air to put the angel on top. She would pray over the house as they slept, Kevin told Lil Blue.

The night before Christmas came, Kevin baked gingerbread and shortbread cookies. Lil Blue was his kitchen helper, messily decorating the cookies and eating the frosting. He was covered in it from head to toe with cookie crumbs on his lip and Kevin could only laugh.

"For Santa papa."

"Yeah, let's save some for Santa," Kevin cleaned the crumbs and icing from Lil Blue's face. "How many cookies should we leave him?"

With wet fingers, Lil Blue arranged a few on a dish, spilling milk all over the table as he poured a cold glass for Santa.

"Let’s put some away for daddy," Kevin said putting away the rest of the cookies. Chiron wasn't a fan of sweets, but he'd eat them if Kevin or Lil Blue gave them to him. "Let's get cleaned up," Kevin whispered holding Lil Blue's head affectionately. "Then you can go tell daddy goodnight."

After a bath, that's exactly what their son did. He found Chiron in bed resting and woke him up to hug him. "Goodnight daddy!"

Kevin laughed silently as Chiron eyed him, but it was their plan. He knew Chiron would regret sleeping through it. It the best idea that they'd been keeping a secret. He settled in bed and watched Chiron get up to tuck Lil Blue into his own bed.

"Twas the night before Christmas.. and all through the house.. not a creature was staring.. not even a mouse," he read aloud watching Lil Blue get sleepier, his little lids heavy. It was cute and when he got a little older he'd appreciate the stories. "Hey.." whispered very quietly. "Do you wanna wait up for Santa?" It was a definite yes as he expected. "Yeah?"

Lil Blue grinned, still sleepy but climbing out of bed in excitement. He wanted to hear more about Santa's reindeer.

Chiron felt like a kid again, just as excited.

"I met Santa," he smiled watching the awe in his son's eyes. "We had a conversation about Rudolph.. Do you know what he told me? He said when Rudolph flies you can see the red light from his nose through your window."

Immediately a red light shined from outside into the window and Lil Blue lost his toddler mind in pure excitement, staring out the window at the sky as Chiron watched with a deep fuzzy warmness in his chest. He knew it was Kevin outside but to their child it was the magic of Christmas.

"Shh," Chiron whispered quickly catching Lil Blue's eager attention. "He's here. He can't know you're up or you won't get any presents.. We can sneak a peak at him but you have to be very, very quiet.."

It was the best Lil Blue had ever listened. He was quiet as a mouse, grinning and staring around the corner from his floor position as Kevin walked through the apartment in a full Santa suit and beard. He ate the cookies, drank the milk, and played it up. And when he looked back, Lil Blue hid.

Chiron put him back in bed and tucked him in.

"Goodnight," he kissed him on the forehead. "Go to sleep because when you wake up.. it'll be Christmas."

Merry Early Christmas

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[theereina]

The fanfic girlies were asking for more Trevante Rhodes and boom.... Here comes "Mea Culpa"

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[bakarilennox]

Tracey’s Birthday Fic-a-Thon!

Hi everybody! I never did this before so excuse how lackluster this post looks.

For those who don’t know, I’m turning 15+16 on July 17th. I was wondering… if you have time of course, would write a some feel-good (or feel-angst) one shots, head cannons, or drabbles about some of my favorite men (& women) candy that I write or blog about.

Names include, but not limited to:

Lewis Tan:

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II:

Precious Lee:

Trevante Rhodes:

Monster Woo:

Jimin:

Chris Evans:

Winston Duke:

Henry Cavill:

(I had to give faces to names, sorry)

[Keep Reading]

I will list a few prompts and you can start there or freestyle, whatever floats your boat. I prefer romantic smut fics, but they don’t have to be. Just tag them as #ABirthdayFicforTre.

Prompts:

“I’m only baking a cake, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

A birthday evening that turns into an wedding proposal

Birthday Baecation/Friendcation

“Surprise! Aye, where your clothes at?”

Karaoke night “Please stop singing for the love of God.”

“I made you a mixtape/playlist.”

Romantic walk on the beach

“Come get your cat!”

“Excuse me miss, I believe you stole my heart. May you please return it.”

Birthday massage

“I’ll help you with wash day babe.”

“I don’t want to go out, let’s stay in and cuddle.”

“I bought this and thought of you.”

“I was browsing online and I found this story you wrote about me.”

“I’m glad that I’m here with you.”

Indoor Nerf gun fight

The love interest’s dog leads them to my dog

“I’m only cooking dinner, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

“Hey I’m lost, can you help me find where [whatever place you choose] is?”

Birthday shopping spree

“C’mon, let me do your makeup. It’ll look good I promise.”

Found log dog, returns it to the love interest/future friend

Love interest/ friend hears me singing in the shower and joins in

“I can take all the groceries in one trip, don’t worry.”

Loses phone at the park, love interest/future friend finds it & returns it to you.

“I love everything about you.”

“I know that you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but I got this for you!”

“Wanna watch a scary movie?”

“Your mom said I’m invited to the cookout so that’s why I’m here.”

With best friend at a sports game and the kiss cam comes and we kiss. We secretly crushed on each other.

Birthday pool party and Love interest/friend shows up unannounced.

Whatever you want. (except i*cest, race play, use of slurs, etc.) Just be respectful basically.

This is open to everyone, but I’m tagging the people that I often see write fics so if you wanna join, I’d love it! And I am all about no pressure, so submit when you can and shoot me a message/tag whenever. 😊

Tags: @royallyprincesslilly @tgigoldie @yaachtynoboat711 @randomwordprompts @muse-of-mbaku @cecereads209 @sheabuttahwrites @kittehkwrites @crushed-pink-petals-writes @ingeniousmindoftune @stargirlfics @celestianstars @pm-my-hubbies @liquorlaughslove @laketaj24 @fumbling-fanfics @natashacoco & whoever sees this.

Thanks in advance for making this the best birthday ever! 🥳😁

[megamindsecretlair]

Mr. Black, Part 7

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FLUFF. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), use of sex toys, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, minor D/s elements, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre is in the hot seat with your friends as they ask their questions. Taking you all to brunch, Tre does well. But he also has some ideas about punishment that you weren't prepared for.

Word Count: 4,671k

A/N: I heard it was our favorite Mr. Black's birthday yesterday! I wanted to post this yesterday, but well, had to work around my family. The focus was on these two, so no updates about the company thief. Will they be found out in the next chapter? Dun-Dun! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 - Completed

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“Sir, please!” You moaned. You stood by your front door, hands on the wall and ass tucked out. Tre had your panties half down your legs and was aggressively fingering you. His fingers flicked over your clit and you were a fidgety mess. You twitched and jerked and quivered. Your legs were jelly. 

There was a small mirror in the foyer area and you bent your head back to look at Tre. He lifted his eyes at the same time and licked his lips. You groaned. “Pleeease,” you moaned. 

“I decided that I was still a little hurt that you hadn’t told your friends about me,” Tre said. 

“I apologized for that!” You said. Your wedges were wobbling so badly that you thought your ankle would give out. 

“I know. But I didn’t punish you properly for it,” he said. 

“Oh god. Oh god,” you chanted. 

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he said. 

“Shit!” You cried out. You were close. Entirely too close and you didn’t know how much longer you could last. Your moans increased in volume and Tre slowed down. “Nooo!” 

Tre chuckled and grabbed the vibrator from the table behind him. He moved it in your essence, rolling the vibrator around your dripping pussy and then slowly pushed it in. He fucked you with it. The vibrations drew a ragged moan from your lips. 

You sniffled, runaway tears leaking down your face. Your friends were gonna worry about you if it looked like you had been crying for different reasons. It was already difficult to get through this lunch in one piece. Now you had to do it with a vibrator in your pussy controlled by Tre. 

“Sir, please,” you cried. 

Tre sighed and pushed the vibrator inside. He leaned down and kissed both of your cheeks and then stood up, replacing your panties. He turned the vibrator off and pulled you into a standing position. He fixed your dress and turned you around to face him.

He looked edible in a black sweater and black jeans. His black boots were laced up and you knew he also wore black socks. One of these days, you would ask why he loved the color so much. You had your favorite color too, but to exclusively wear it? You didn’t know if you could. 

He kissed your cheeks and smiled at you. “I’ll wait if you need to fix your makeup. But I think you look sexy as fuck like this,” he said. 

He licked his fingers and you watched his mouth work up and down as he licked up every drop of your arousal. You turned around slowly and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your teary eyes smudged your makeup a little, but not in an obvious way. It gave you a mysterious misty look that was pretty hot.

“This is so unfair,” you said and sniffled, walking towards the bathroom to grab tissue and blow your nose. You should put on flats or sandals. There was no way you’re walking in wedges like this. But you knew Tre would be upset. He loved the way heels made your legs look. 

You walked back to the front door. You grabbed your purse and Tre let you leave first. He drove to the brunch spot that you were meeting your friends at. Your stomach roiled thinking of this meeting. This blending of your two lives. It was killing you. 

You expected to get the third degree from your friends. You were prepared for that. You were not prepared for how Tre would act. Would he be upset at their questions? Cavalier? Your friends were known for being wild.

Tre didn’t seem like he belonged in your world. Down with the regular folk and people trying to get by. He seemed larger than life. Like he existed on an entirely new plane of existence. 

“You’ll be alright,” he said. He kissed your cheek as he let you out of the car and held your hand as you walked to the entrance. A host there asked for the reservation name. Tre made it under his and soon you were seen to a table. You were the first to arrive so you ordered drinks for the table, knowing exactly what your girls wanted. Maybe if they saw the free drinks, they’d be a little nicer to Tre. 

You already told them to be nice several times in the group chat. But those bitches liked to have selective hearing. 

Your fingers tapped on the table as you kept looking behind you for your friends. You couldn’t even look over the menu. 

The vibrator coming to life made you shriek and jump in your seat. “Hey!” You whispered to Tre. 

The place was jumping with a lot of people who had the same idea. New and interesting dishes were coming out of the back like strawberry shortcake pancakes and fish ‘n grits. You looked around as if people could hear the vibrator going off. You placed your hand on the booth seat to see if it was vibrating. 

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Tre said. He sipped on a mimosa and placed his arm behind you in the booth. He had rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and then your mind started drifting. Thinking of when he’d finally allow you to cum. You’d have to work out a rule against claiming punishment after something had already been negotiated. If he could change his mind at any moment, you’d have to get something in return. 

“I know,” you said. 

“I’ve already spoken to Ka’ron and she was nothing but nice,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, that’s that twin sign in her. Don’t let it fool you,” you said. 

Moments later, your friends Ka’ron and Sasha, approached the table. Both were stunning in casual outfits that complimented their skin tone. Ka’ron kept it simple in a jumpsuit while Sasha wore a dress like you. 

Already, they had matching looks of disapproval. Tre scooted out of the booth and held his hand out. He introduced himself and shook both of their hands. “Please, have a seat,” he said.

Sasha broke first, looking at you with a knowing smirk. But she schooled her features and eyed Tre up and down. Ka’ron was harder to read. You had no idea what they talked about when Tre called her with an outlandish request.

Sasha scooted in and took her place while Ka’ron sat at the end. Tre sat back in the booth and kept his eyes trained on Ka’ron. It was like they were two prizefighters sizing each other up. Who was going to break first? Who was going to swing first? 

Sasha got your attention and mouthed, “Damn”. You smiled, appreciating that she acknowledged that you did pretty fucking well all things considered. 

“Well, now that we all know each other. Let’s look at these menus,” you said. You picked yours up and tapped a random item. Nutella pancakes. Ehh. 

Ka’ron and Tre were still staring each other down. Your friend had a perfect bitch face. Tre only had a small smile on his face like he was enjoying this. 

“I’m glad you found the place, okay,” Tre said. You sighed, thankful that he broke first. 

“Almost didn’t. The place is completely black on the outside,” Ka’ron said. 

“Part of the charm I think. No one outside gawking,” Tre said. 

“I got your favorite drinks,” you said, trying to break through some of the tension between them. Ka’ron melted a little, grabbing her mimosa and sipping it. 

Sasha accepted her Tequila Sunrise with a happy smile. “Okay! They made a good one,” she said. 

“So how did you two meet? You said you’d explain, so start,” Ka’ron said, finally turning her attention to you. 

You sighed and began, telling them that you met him while at work. It was hard for you to explain that he was both your boss and your boyfriend. Sasha’s eyes bugged out.

“Bitch, you been fuckin’ the boss and ain’t said shit?” 

“It kind of just happened,” you said.

“Did you trip in your heels and fall on his dick without no panties on?” Sasha asked.

You slapped her shoulder. “Stop it,” you said. When you got with your friends, none of you had a filter. You didn’t care where you were or who was listening. You told all your wildest sex stories to each other and horrible date incidents. Sasha was in a relationship and her boyfriend’s filthy mouth matched hers. Some of their texts made even you blush.

Ka’ron had a revolving door of lovers. Once she got bored, it was time to move on. She didn’t believe in being tied down to just one person and you respected her for it. It was much braver to admit that not everyone needed a partner. That it was okay to want to be alone. 

Tre laughed at your friends but shook his head. “That was my fault,” Tre said and looked at you.

Your food was delivered by a charming young Black woman who passed out each dish. You ended up with the fish ‘n grits, a fried lobster tail on top. 

You finished explaining yourself to your friends. Ka’ron looked at Tre. “You must be special then,” she said and her icy exterior melted a fraction.

“What makes you say that?” Tre asked.

“She gets extremely private when she actually likes someone,” Sasha said.

“Do not!” You said. 

Tre looked at you and turned the vibrator back on with a grin. Sinister bastard. You looked at your friends to see if they could tell that you had a vibrator inside you right now. Maybe you were a good actress. Or maybe they were too busy focusing on their meal and Tre’s responses than to pay attention to you slowly dying. 

“How many guys has she been quiet about?” He asked.

“Two. Matthew in high school and Omar in college,” Sasha said. 

“I wasn’t quiet about them!” You said. Both were severe crushes that consumed your thoughts for practically ever. When you did get with them, you felt like you would crawl out of your skin every time. 

“We didn’t find out that she liked Matthew until he got with someone in tenth grade. About tore her little heart to pieces. Omar, she hid for months while they talked and it wasn’t until I came back to the room that I knew they were even together,” Ka’ron said.

“Tell all my damn business, Ka’ron,” you said. You glared at her but she didn’t pay you any mind. She smiled and blew you a kiss. 

“Then I do feel special,” Tre said. 

“That was…”

“Your toxic trait, we know babes,” Sasha said and patted your arm. You glared at her too but Tre turned up the setting on your vibrator. You twitched in your seat. Sasha looked at you weird and asked if you were okay.

You nodded and focused on eating and not cumming. You were scared that if you opened your mouth, a moan would escape. 

“So what are your intentions with her?” Ka’ron asked. 

You glared at her. You were going to kill her. You hoped that your expression said as much as you took a sip of your drink. 

“I’m gonna marry her,” he said.

You spat your drink back in your cup and started choking. Painful, hacking coughs that made your chest ache. 

You tried to ask him what the hell he said. But the drink went down the wrong pipe and now your lungs were burning from all the coughing. 

“Obviously, down the road when we’ve dated some more,” he said and grinned. 

You were going to get a headache from all the glaring you were doing. Sasha patted your back and you calmed down. You drank some water to help clear your throat. 

Tre grinned at you and turned the vibrator onto the pulse setting. You closed your eyes, trying to fend off the orgasm and not make a sound. You didn’t know where he was hiding the remote. “Girl, are you okay?” Sasha asked. 

You nodded. No, you were not okay. But you couldn’t say why. You couldn’t fess up to absolutely everything, not while Tre was scrambling your brain. Ka’ron and Sasha continued to grill Tre about his background, family, and why he was with you. You thought some of the questions were rude but Tre handled it all with a smile.

You had brief periods of rest from the vibrator while you ate and had to answer questions yourself. You’ve done far worse to your friends’ partners so it was only fair that they did the same thing. Being in the hot seat still sucked though. 

“What I wanna know is what happened on the phone when Tre called you. How could you let me abscond with a strange man?” You asked Ka’ron.

Here she did grin evilly and sipped her drink, looking up and away as if she was remembering her happiest memory. “Oh I did my due diligence, unlike some people,” she said and looked at you.  

“I was blindsided with the help of my best friend,” you said, pointedly. 

She grinned. “When he called I thought it was a prank. But I googled him. I made him email me a copy of his driver’s license. He had to send me all of the vacation details. Plus a picture of him holding a spoon,” she said.

“What? A spoon?” You asked.

“Yup, so I knew I was talking to somebody real and not Zoboomafoo from Egypt,” Ka’ron said.

You looked at Tre. “You sent her a picture of yourself holding a spoon?” You asked.

“Can’t argue with a friend looking out for you,” he said. 

“Okay, okay. But how romantic was the vacay? Jamaica on New Year’s? That sounds like heaven,” Sasha said.

“It was!” You pulled out your phone and showed them pictures. They cooed over the beautiful sunsets that you took pictures of and the hills and mountains in the background. You told them about some of the activities that you got into.

Tre turned the vibrator back on and you gripped the edges of the table. You were shaking, badly, a bead of sweat gathering at the top of your forehead. You turned desperate, wild eyes to Tre. He kept it on the low setting and polished off his food with a smile. 

You would get him back for this, but anything you did to him, he would return tenfold. You debated if you were ready for the smoke or not. Pressure built and built in your lower belly. Yeah, maybe the payback was worth it if he could feel even a fraction of the torment you did.

“Well, Tre, I see you make our good sis happy. But let’s be real. You hurt her and they’ll never find your body,” Sasha said. She said it with a sweet smile but you knew first hand that Sasha stayed having a gun on her. Plus, she had an army of brothers, sisters, and cousins all willing to bail each other out. 

“It is never my intention to hurt her. I’m in it for the long run if she’ll have me,” Tre said.

Ka’ron gave you a subtle approving look. If Tre could pass the friend test, then he was ready to pass your parents’ approval. Though, how you were going to tell them the boss bit was troubling you. You already texted them that you were dating someone and sent them a picture of the two of you. Your mother approved, your dad did not. 

“How come you haven’t been married before? You say all the right things but I don’t buy it,” Ka’ron said.

“Girl,” you warned. 

Tre placed his hand on top of yours. “I’ve always known what I wanted and I didn’t feel the need to settle for anything less. I got a lot of shit outta my system when I was younger and now? I just want to spend time with someone who understands me. Someone I can spoil just to make them happy.” 

“And you found the most commitment phobic person to spoil,” Sasha sighed. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Yeah, why is that? She’s so tight lipped about everything,” Tre said.

You whipped your head around to look at him like he grew two heads. “I am not.” 

“She didn’t have a lot of privacy growing up. So when she moved out during college, she overcorrected. Hell, I thought her parents were dead or something for the whole first year of college. She never talked about them,” Ka’ron explained. 

This was starting to feel more like an intervention than a group activity. “I’m sitting right here,” you said and folded your arms.

The waiter came by and Tre paid for the meal. He threw you a smile but you weren’t done being a little pissy that they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there. 

“We know, but getting information out of you is like pulling teeth,” Sasha said.

“Shut up, I tell you guys a lot,” you said.

Sasha and Ka’ron looked at each other for half a second before erupting into laughter. You sucked your teeth as you watched them laugh at your expense. You’d definitely have to grab brunch with them, alone, and see what the hell they’re talking about.

You tell them everything. Every minor inconvenience, they were the first people you reached out to. So you were a little private when it comes to matters of the heart, who wasn’t? 

Tre got his card back so the brunch winded down. Tre stood up and helped you out of the booth. Together, you all walked outside into the glaringly bright afternoon. You said goodbye to your friends with promises to text them when you got a free moment. Though, where Tre was concerned there was no such thing as a free moment.

Tre escorted you to his car and opened the door for you. He helped you climb into his truck and then he got into the driver’s side. He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. “I hope I passed the boyfriend test,” he said.

You smiled and pulled out your phone. You already had a few messages from Sasha, all ending with a lot of exclamation points. “I’d say you definitely passed,” you said.

“Good.” He started the car and turned on the vibrator at the same time. 

“Shit!” You screamed.

Tre chuckled as he sped away from Inglewood and hopped on the freeway back to El Segundo. You gripped the car door and the armrest on the middle console and focused as hard as you could. 

Your panties were uncomfortably soaked and it didn’t help that Tre was talking to you as if he weren’t the devil himself. “What you feel like for dinner?” He asked.

“Are you serious right now? Your punishments suck ass,” you said. 

He grinned. “Punishments aren’t supposed to be fun,” he said.

Tre hit a dip in the freeway and a wave of pleasure cascaded from the top of your head down to the bottom of your feet. You breathed through it. You weren’t going to be able to stave off this orgasm for much longer. You didn’t know where this control was coming from. You only knew that you hated edging so fucking much. 

“New rule, we can’t retroactively enact punishments on things already forgiven,” you said. 

“Forgiveness and punishments are two different things,” he said.

“So totally not. Forgive and forget, that’s the motto,” you said.

He glanced at you before switching lanes and pulling off of the freeway. You waited at the red light while he looked at how badly you were gripping the armrest. That damn smile crept across his face. 

“I can forgive you all day long, but punishment is about making sure we understand each other moving forward. I don’t want to be a secret in your life. Work is different, I understand your concerns about it. But in your everyday life, I want everyone to know that I’m with you,” he said.

“Couldn’t we do that without the punishment?” You asked.

He grinned as he pulled up to his house. “Where’s the fun in that?” 

He let you out of the car but did nothing to adjust the setting on the vibrator. He took you to his room where he stripped you. When your panties peeled away from your soaked pussy, he moaned low in his throat. 

He told you to get on the bed, hands and knees, and he’d be right back. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you obeyed. If it got you any type of relief, you’d do anything he fucking wanted.

He came back into the room carrying a bar and a glass of bourbon. He had stripped down to his briefs and you licked your lips at the imprint of his dick. He was hard already and you knew that you were in for a fucking ride. 

“What’s that?” You asked.

“It’s a spreader. Want to try something?” He asked. 

“I’m game,” you said. 

He grinned and took a sip of bourbon, placing it on a coaster on his nightstand. He told you what to do in order for him to place the bar between your legs and strapped it to your ankles. You were effectively spread open for him. 

He grabbed your wrists and strapped them in so that you couldn’t move. You were trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and honestly? You were so turned on you nearly came on the spot. 

Tre admired his handy work but you couldn’t see his face. He just moaned in appreciation, running his fingers over your ass. “Comfortable?” 

“Please, let me cum,” you begged. You could only whisper as the vibrator was too fucking much. 

Tre kneeled on the bed and kissed your temple. “You have been such a good girl for me today,” he said.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“Doing exactly what I told you with hardly a complaint. Sat next to your friends with this vibrator in your pussy. I’m so proud of you,” he said and planted another kiss on your head. 

The praise was its own magic, creating wave after wave of pleasure. You were going to break soon. You were free to moan and wobble now that you were back in the safety of his place. Here, you could whine and cry and turn watery eyes towards Tre and beg. 

“Please,” you said and licked your dry lips. You sniffled. 

“Have you learned your lesson? Have you learned that it’s you and me from now on?” He asked.

You nodded weakly. You couldn’t hold yourself up since your arms were behind you. His sheets smelled like him and it was like sensory overload. Most of your senses were engaged in this. You were totally focused on the present in a way you hadn’t been before.

Your mind was usually spinning and planning out different things. But at the moment, you could only focus on his words and the vibrator. 

Tre stood up and stood behind you. He grabbed the vibrator and began fucking you with it. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned. “I learned my lesson, I swear!” 

Tre chuckled. “I wanna feel you cum on this dick. Been dyin’ to feel you, little one,” Tre said. 

He removed the vibrator and you sighed in relief. Your body was so tense. Was it possible to combust from not cumming? Because you felt like a balloon ready to pop. 

Tre shed his briefs behind you. He grabbed your hips with one hand and then guided himself inside of you. You both groaned, low and long. “So fuckin’ wet,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck, Sir!” You yelled. 

He moved inside of you slowly, making sure that he wasn’t hurting you. He sheathed himself fully inside of you and you moaned at the feel of him. At the way he claimed you possessively and thoroughly. 

“Ready?” He asked.

You barely nodded before he slammed you down on his dick. You gasped and your tears flowed freely as he immediately found your G-spot. And proceeded to keep hitting it until a second later, you were crying out your orgasm. Crying from all the edging and the sweet fucking relief of finally cumming.

You were making guttural, near animalistic noises. Tre was fucking you through it. His big hands gripped your hips and pulled you onto his dick and because you were held open by the spreader, you couldn’t retreat. You couldn’t push his chest away. 

“Feel so fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ good. Fuck, so fuckin’ wet for me,” he said. 

Your pussy was making wet, smacking noises as his dick slipped in and out. “Shit, shit,” you moaned. You were already gearing up for another one.

“Naw, don’t hold that shit back. Let me feel that pussy shakin’ for me,” he moaned. He smacked your ass and you groaned. Your orgasm was just as intense as the last one. Perhaps more so. Colors danced behind your closed eyes as you shook and convulsed, lost so completely to the magnitude of it. The overwhelming pleasure that tore through you. 

Tears ran freely down your cheeks. It had to be criminal to feel this type of relief. This type of pleasure. You felt Tre in your tummy as he continued to fuck you through it.

“That’s my fuckin’ good girl,” he growled. His thrusts and strokes turned sloppy. Desperate. Slamming you back easily as he fucked you into the bed. “Gonna make me bust, little one. Gonna make me…” 

He moaned as he climaxed and his cum pulsed inside of you. Your body bowed as he brushed along a sensitive, sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. He shoved his hips forward and it made your ass sit higher in the air. His groans were a sweet symphony to your ears. 

He finally stopped, leaning over you as he huffed and tried to recover. “Shit,” he whispered. He pushed off of you and slipped out. He gripped your ass cheeks and spread them open even more and watched his cum leak out. 

“So fuckin’ pretty. Pretty ass pussy,” he moaned. Your pussy clenched painfully at his words and he groaned at the sight.

One of his hands left you and then he was lifting his glass from the nightstand. He took a sip with a satisfied grunt. He placed the cold glass against your heated pussy and you shrieked, trying to move away from him.

He held the glass to your pussy and the icy glass had you shivering and shaking. “Ouue shit,” you moaned. 

He swirled the glass in your essence and leaned down to place his lips to your ass. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said. He bit your ass.

“Fuckin’ same. Same,” you panted. He removed the glass and took another sip. You didn’t know what he did but he moaned. 

“Let’s see what else I can do while I got you spread open for me,” he said.

“Mercy, mercy,” you moaned. Your fingers dug into the velcro straps but you couldn’t get free. Totally at his mercy. 

“You know what to say,” he said. 

You bit your lip. If you used your safe word, he would stop and unstrap you. He’d check in with you and you’d be forced to talk it out. You didn’t want that. You found nirvana and you wanted to keep going. But fuck, you could use a break.

“I’m at yellow but I’m okay,” you finally said.

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Yes. I’m sure. Keep going,” you said. 

Tre kissed your lower back. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He proceeded to beat the brakes off of you and you were sure you died somewhere in there. But what’s dying compared to being completely possessed by someone you lov-liked.

Someone you liked. Shit.

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Country Lovin’| Trial And Error.

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“…And what is this supposed to be?” Sorie asked, watching her father present some kind of pie to her. The crust was burnt, and it looked like the filling had been mixed incorrectly. Whatever fruit that was in there was definitely not mushed down all the way, a few visible clumps rising on the top.

“It’s a pie, girl!” He spoke confidently, as if that was the correct answer.

She stared in silence, forcing a smile on her face. “Right…well, the important part is you tried your best, daddy” She took the “pie” and turned on her heels towards the trash, looking back at him one last time with a toothy smile before dropping the plate of sweet in the trash. He sighs, taking off his cowboy hat and scratching his head.

“Did you even look at a recipe?”

He shrugs then leans on the island in the middle of the floor, watching her attempt to start on pies that were actually edible.

“I thought I could remember something off the top of my head like you”

“Well, unlike me, you haven’t been cooking for years. It’s time to wrap it up, daddy” Looking through all the cabinets, Sorie sucks her teeth before whipping her head back towards her father, squinting.

“…did you use all peaches?!” He looked upon her with a ‘sorry’ expression then put his hat over his face to avoid her disapproving stare. “Six peaches, daddy?! You wasted six peaches!”

“Trial and error!”

“Error and error! The pie was nasty!” She scoffed harshly, taking the hand towel that hung onto the fridges door and throwing it at him. He catches it in his hand and tosses it to the side. “I’m sorry!” He apologizes, but all she could think about is how six goddamn peaches went to waste. She could only hope the trees still had other ripened ones, or else she’d have to find something else to make in such short notice with a market being too far out to get other peaches, which wouldn’t be as sweet.

“If your mother wasn’t the way she is now, she’d drag you by that shirt and make you BUILD those peaches you wasted. I need you to stay OUT of my kitchen, do you hear me?” The man’s eyebrows raise as he sets his hat back on his head. “YOUR kitchen? I built this house” She grabbed up two sweetgrass baskets from out of the near pantry, setting cloth on the inside of both of them as he went on. “And if I don’t cook, you starve. So yes, MY kitchen” She says, ignoring his argument.

“I’m going out to replace those precious peaches, thanks to you. So you have a nice day, Mr.Buck” She retorted, walking towards the door with her things. He brushed the steaming girl off with a wave of his hand, allowing her to leave with no smart come back

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The day was hot and muggy like any other summer day near the water, which is where Trevante lived closest to. Trevante lived on his grandfathers land, just like Sorie, in his own house behind the one he grew up in. The house wasn’t huge, but it definitely had some size to it for only one person to live there. Sorie was always a tad bit jealous because his daddy was quick to gather his boys and build him his own place to stay once he turned 18, Sorie’s own father helping at one point, but she was stuck in one house because he didn’t think she needed another place to call her own. Another house for what? She had a bed and room all to herself. And a job? Hell no! She could sell whatever that grew from the fertilized land her ancestors once used. That’s what her father would say when she hinted at having anything of her own.

Walking up onto the beautifully painted wrap around porch, Sorie knocked on the screen door in front of her and waited patiently for an answer. A whole minute of contemplation passed by before she knocked again, one hand starting to fan herself as the sun changed positions, shining directly on the side of her face.

“Tre!” She called out once.

“Trevante!!” Then twice.

“Open up! I know you in there, boy!” Suddenly the door swung open in her face, leaving Sorie leaning back before it could smack into her body.

“You got some nerve knocking on my door like that, like you put this muhfucka on the hinges” Trevante grumbled, erupting from the house with slight attitude.

Sorie gave him a mug. A grump he was when left alone for too long.

“Well, my daddy did so-“

“And I fixed it from what he did in 1840, or whenever the fossil you call a dad did it”

She squints. “You make me regret wanting to ask you for help”

He raises a brow at her. “You? Need help? From me? I thought I was all muscle, pretty girl” he smirks and leans against his doorframe, crossing his arms.

Sorie blushes. As if he wasn’t just ticked off a few seconds ago, he was now softening her up. Something he was too good at. Sorie felt a swirl of warmth in her stomach from his pet name, but for once she felt she hid the expression well, keeping her face neutral for the sake of her mission and not being stuck here going back and forth with him.

“Exactly! and you are for the most part. That’s why I need you!” Her eyes formed a squint as her high cheekbones raised with a smile. “Now, c’mon!” She attempted to pull him out of the doorway, but it was like trying to move a fully grown stallion.

‘Dayum!’ She frowned, letting go of his arm. He was stubborn, that was obvious. His body definitely matched his attitude too and he gained satisfaction knowing he wasn’t easily moved. Physically at least.

“Lemme think” he ‘thought’ for a second before flashing a childish Colgate white smile at her.

“Nah” He attempted to close the door, but she had already put her leg in the way just in case he would do that, the bright idea coming to her just in the lick of time. He sucks his teeth, opening the door to allow her leg freedom again. “It’s my off day. You know my old man gon’ work me like a race horse tomorrow”

“I’ll just convince him to give you another break!”

He sighs. “Sorie…you know how he is when shit ain’t done how he want it. I ain’t gon’ have time to hear his mouth if I’m tired”

She pouts, poking her bottom lip out. “Pretty please? It won’t be long. I’ll love you forever and ever” she pleaded while rocking back and forth on her feet, the man tucking his hands in his pockets. The only other thing sitting with the butterflies in her stomach were her nerves twisting and turning. Not only praying he’d say yes and that’d there’d still be enough fruit to capture, but praying he didn’t see the way her eyes traveled up his muscular arms before they made it to his own eyes.

“What exactly do I get outta this?” He asks, tilting his head. Sorie knew better than to just say anything, she might not be able to follow through. Then again what else could she offer other than food and a good laugh or two? What else did she have? She often asks herself that.

Smiling, she perks up and feels hopeful.“Good eats and a kiss on the cheek” She bats her eyelashes, the man nodding. “Okay. Why not one on the lips?”

Her body stutters almost. “Wha- Trevante..” She warns, her blush almost revealing itself under her poker face just from that little comment. She was one more flirtatious moment away from cracking if she wasn’t already doing so. Her skin blazed just from being near him, she thought the suns shine ain’t have shit on him.

“Ouuu, the government? I’m in trouble?”

“Tre, cut it out! Why you always gotta do this?”

He shrugs with that same devilish smile. “Can you help or not?” She shifts her weight on her other leg, a hand sassily placed on her hip. He rolls his eyes and he sighs, opening the door fully to reveal himself. He wore overalls, the top halfway off his body with a crisp white beater underneath. “Whatchu need specifically? And it bet not be that damn washing machine again”

“Nope! Something fun” she holds up the baskets, smiling.

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“A little to the left!” She shouts, trying to make sure she didn’t fall off of this man’s shoulders and embarrass herself, possibly breaking a bone. It was a long way down too.

“Not your left, my left!”

“We got the same left!”

“Then stop going right and go to OUR left, negro! Cmon, we learned left and right in pre-k!” They bickered, both of them agitated with completely different things. “Why couldn’t you get peaches from the bottom? the tree ain’t that damn tall either!”

“Why ain’t you get a ladder? And the peaches up here are much sweeter”

“How you know?” He raised a brow.

Sorie paused, not having a legitimate answer, but instead blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

“My grandma said!” Everybody believed grandma, she was rarely wrong.

“Really?”

“…yes! I know, now stop moving!” she instructs, trying to shake the shivers going up her spine and throbbing in her core. Anytime he’d go forward, she felt her clothed mound brush against his neck, causing her to subtly shutter in her movements. That may have been the cause for more attitude, upset she couldn’t just grind on him like the perv she felt like in this moment.

He huffs and Sorie’s fruit picking paused as she looks down at him. “What? I’m heavy or somethin’?” She asks, just now starting to feel a little insecure. She hadn’t thought about how much weight was on him till now, and it had her wanting to jump down from the height herself. She wasn’t a bad weight, but she definitely wasn’t skinny either. She knew she had a stomach, thighs, ass, and stretch marks to go with it all. She was very well fed, and looked good too, but that didn’t stop certain insecurities from sickening her appetite to love herself to the fullest.

“I can get off if you wa-“

“Nah. Trust me, I’ve tossed and turned heavier” He comments, slickly turning his head and playfully biting the girls inner thigh, making her suck in a great amount of air from the bite alone. Her mind only just now also registered the nasty comment. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He doesn’t respond, keeping a smirk on his face.

Tapping his shoulder for him to let her down, he carefully lowers himself to a bended knee so she could stand on her own. Once she makes it down, she straightens out her dress and grabs the basket of peaches they had collected. “Look at that…we did good!” She smiles proud at their work.

“We got a few extras too”

Trevante nods, standing fully. Now holding a small yellow dandelion in his hand, most of all his attention was suddenly stolen from Sorie. She had noticed he had a little thing for flowers since they were little. Sometimes when they were playing together, he’d pick one he liked and give it to her, offering friendship after roughhousing in the field of grass all day. She had guessed he liked that one. Trevante looked to her and stuck it behind her ear so the face of the flower would be sticking out. As plain of a flower as it was, he still held appreciation.

“You are so corny” She spoke, as if her cheeks wouldn’t be red by now if her skin wasn’t so melanated. He shrugs uncaringly and grabs one of the baskets of peaches before walking passed her. “Pretty flower for a pretty girl, right?”

Sorie smiles, her shy dimples becoming prominent as she picks up her basket too, walking with him. “The prettiest?” She eggs on, making him smile at the sudden cockiness.

“Of them all. I heard men cry about the beauty she holds. When she was born, the heavens stormed for weeks because Aphrodite was jealous of how gorgeous she was” He speaks with his tone of voice confident like it was true, making Sorie erupt into giggles.

“So what happened when you were born?” She asks, the man beginning to chuckle, knowing he was about to say something foolish just to make her laugh again. “Hades melted and Hermes legs broke into bits”

“What?!” She continues to laugh, forgetting how obnoxious her laugh actually was.

“Tre, please. His legs? You are not that damn fast”

Their pace slowed until both stopped dead in their tracks, looking at one another. Almost like they telepathically spoke to each other, challenging themselves.

Suddenly, Sorie hit the ground running, leaving her shoes and basket full of goods behind in the grass. Trevante, being the competitive man he was, did the same. He took it as a bet more than a challenge.

As they ran, memories of the familiar surroundings began flooding his head. They passed by the old rickety shed they use to play house in, then the junk yard where they use to go to chill and listen to music when school got stressful. This whole running thing alone reminded him of a time when they were kids, when he would chase after her tail all day and evening until they were called back home and got to repeat the next day. Usually Trevante would be the one to run off first, leaving his little cowboy hat he loved so much behind in a pit of bloomed flowers while Sorie chased after him till he got tired and slowed down, giving her the leverage to catch him. Back then, Sorie was fast, but not faster than Trevante. Now it seemed like the script was flipped, Sorie running like she had something to prove. Maybe she did.

She ran fast, but she looked delicate, majestic almost. Her curls were blowing away from her face and her dress was lifting ever so slightly over her bottom with the help of the wind and every step she took. Trevante was enamored with the sight, so much so that he decided to enjoy his time behind her, looking with no shame. But of course time was once again against him and one miss footing sent Sorie rolling downhill, literally.

She tucked her arms over her face to protect herself from any scratches as she rolled until she found herself in sand, getting back on her feet. Any normal person would have stopped there, but no, the part in her head where she should have realized it wasn’t a game anymore didn’t turn on in time, and by then, she was already running on creaking planks and tripping herself up once again into the lake.

Trevante basically watched the entire thing from the hill, not thinking she would keep going, but he stood corrected. A gear kicked up inside him once he knew things had gotten serious and he ran down to the lake at full speed. He took a deep breath right before jumping in the water himself to help the foolish girl stay afloat.

She knew how to swim, but in the moment she was so shocked with herself that she even came this far out or even slipped into the water like that. Trevante held onto her waist and helped her climb onto the platform before pulling himself up once he was sure she was completely secured.

She hunched over on her knees and coughed up water, not even caring that her eyes were burning like an open fire. She didn’t know if it was from the water or her eyeliner anyway. Trevante begins to pat her back as the coughing prolongs, her lungs screaming for a breath of fresh air.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing her back in circular motions. She nods, holding her hand up to him to show she was okay while finishing with one big cough. Trevante had calmed himself, and was now holding in laughter for her sake, but he couldn’t help it while watching her push her hair out of her sight.

She sat on the wooden planks awkwardly, loose-ish curls from her once perfect afro drenched and sticking to her heated face as she blinked away with a blank stare, not one confident thought in that pretty little head of hers. She almost settles on wallowing in her embarrassment, but he had already saw the entire situation unfold in real time, and even intervened himself, so that was no use.

“…you want some tea?” She asks after a prominent silence from her, hoping her offer would wipe away any memory of what just happened.

He chuckles, brushing wet leaves off of her thighs.

“Country ass. Yes, I want some tea”

✮✮✮✮

Sorie finished stuffing his clothes into the dryer after getting herself cleaned up and changed, also supplying him with clothes she had snuck out of her father’s room. It was a simple shirt and a pair of jeans, but it’d keep him warm after jumping into ice cold water.

“You sure you’re really okay though? I don’t want you drowning in your sleep or nothing” Trevante jokes, sitting at the kitchens island. Sorie glares at him as she turns the stove on and sets the kettle down on the hot burner. “You think you’re so funny. I should have let you freeze in them cold ass clothes”

He laughs harder, the whole scene replaying in his mind. “There was so much water in my shoe, I thought I’d never stop dripping”

Sorie couldn’t help but laugh with him, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms with a slight pout.

“Cheer up, at least you won the race…for once” He mumbles standing up from the stool and walking out of the kitchen into the living area. “Boy, please! I’ve beat you many times!”

“In a lucid dream, maybe!” He shouts.

He always found himself roaming when he was at her house. It wasn’t cause he was nosy or anything, he just found things interesting.

Picking up a bible that laid on a small table, he opens it up and begins reading a random scripture. Was he religious? not really, but the bible had some damn good stories. Things that he could relate to present time problems and issues that the world still couldn’t rid themselves of no matter how long ago they started.

“…A-..Are those my pants?” He hears from behind him, startling his presence enough to slam the Bible shut as if he was reading something dirty. Turning, his eyes meets Buck’s skeptical ones.

“Uhh…Nah” He responds, shaking his head. Staring for a moment, Buck hums softly and grabs up a box of things from the floor before walking back outside to tend to whatever he had been working on at the moment.

Suddenly Trevante hears a loud cackle from the kitchen, Sorie watching him through archway from the dining table. “I swear I didn’t hear him come in here. Almost gave me a damn heart attack” He sets the Bible down and holds his chest, sighing.

The sound of her laughing calmed his nerves with the speed of light, giving him another reason to smile. He watched as she sifted through a box of various teas while her giggles calmed, trying to find a today’s flavor. She’d pick a perfect one, one that suited both their moods. He admired how attentive she was and how much attention she paid to the simple details. His heart melted when she asked which tea he preferred. She cared what he liked and he liked that she cared. There weren’t many people he knew that did care in general.

And she was cute while doing it. The way her brows would furrow as she thought to herself, playing her childish go to eeny-meeny-miny-moe game to decipher on things. How she’d actually audibly hum and pucker those pretty glossed up lips.

Walking back into the kitchen with another book in hand, Trevante tries his best to think of anything other than her, afraid he’d get a headache from only her being on his mind. How could she be on his mind so heavy when only feet away?

Sorie dipped the tea bag into the steaming hot water, watching a pink tint bleed over the water satisfyingly. Closing the pot and turning to face her untold love, she smiled softly. He paced the kitchen, circling the dining table and all with his head in a random book, his eyes following every word. He was intrigued. From the looks of what Sorie could see, it was a book on self discovery and ridding yourself of spiritual and generational baggage. Nothing too deep, but surface level at least. Most likely something she had brought into the house.

Her tummy swirled again as she turned to take the hot kettle off of the stove as it made continuous high pitched squeals. ‘If he likes that, imagine if he gets to chapter 10’ She thought with a smile, getting excited just thinking about if she had someone else to talk to about those topics.

She knew he’d listen even if he didn’t know about half of what the hell she was talking about. He always listened if he himself wasn’t doing the talking.

Gosh, he was something else to her. He was all she dreamed about these days, but who wouldn’t dream about that smile? Or those muscles? She began to think. He did just hold her on his shoulders like nothing, and the smell of him lingered on her clothing when they were together, it kept her sniffing her shirt through the day. She was upset that she had to wash it off her dress when it got wet. He was truly something. Truthful like a real man, and he had heart, even with the little he shows on the days they were paired since becoming adults. He never promised anything unless he was really gonna do it, he took his word seriously. And goddamn the man was just sooooo hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Tsssss.

Like she had been snapped back to reality, Sorie felt the stinging of her hand set in, her eyes widening and flickering down only to realize she hadn’t moved an inch from the stove with that same old kettle in her hand. The handle of it being so hot that the heat went through the thin mitten she wore to protect her from the same injury she was currently experiencing. She let out a high pitched, yet short scream of panic and pain while setting the kettle back down on the stove to avoid just dropping it, but still tea spilled a sizzled away on the hot surface. Trevante’s attention immediately left the book he halfway read and attached itself to her at the sound of the squeal.

Sorie quickly threw the mitten off of her left hand and paced towards the sink, switching on the water and putting her tingling hand under it. Trevante followed after her in just as much of a hurry, if not more, wondering what exactly she had done this time to make her drop everything like that.

“You good? What happened?” He asked frantically, searching for a context clue until he found it right on her hand. He sighs and shakes his head, reaching over and turning the water from warm to cool.

“Nah, you need cold water for that, baby. warmth just gon’ trap the heat and make it hurt worse” he spoke softly, steadying her shaking hand under the faucet while rubbing her back.

Sorie almost called out to jesus. If the dramatics and shock from the slight burn didn’t get to her first, she could died right then and there. “Thank you” She mumbled and he nods, looking down at her. She wouldn’t dare meet his gaze, scared that this moment would make either her dreams or fears for them come to fruition, and either or were big steps. His body closed in against her side, the soothing motions of his hand on her back slowing but her heart beat speeding up.

“I-I think I have bandages in my bedroom”

✮✮✮✮

Trevante wrapped her hand up as Sorie covered her watering eyes, scared she’d see something gory. “Is it bad?” She asks and Tre chuckles. “No. The worse thing you’ll get is a blister, but we took real good care of it as soon as it happened, so I doubt that’ll happen either. You can open your eyes now” He reassured and finishes wrapping her, Sorie uncovering her eyes at the last second. “It still stings a little. How’d you know what to do?”

“Plenty of injuries working on shit with my dad. My mom taught me a lot whenever I got hurt, like how to care for myself and others in situations, simple shit like that” He shrugs. Sorie smiles. “Thank you for helping me with two embarrassing moments today, doctor”

He chuckles. “This wasn’t embarrassing, simple mistake” He walks out of her bathroom and into her room, looking around.

“Oh! So the first thing was embarrassing to you?”

“I didn’t mention it, did I?” He begins to laugh, making her playfully kick his leg. “Shut up!”

“You have not changed this room a bit. it’s like a sixteen year old still lives here” He picks up a teddy bear off of her bed. Ouch. She forgot how blunt he could be too. Mentioning that made her realize how sadly true it was. Her bedroom hadn’t changed much. Of course some things were put up, like useless toys and hobbies she grew out of, but other than that it was mostly the same.

“I’m working on doing something new…” She lied. She was embarrassed and hadn’t noticed how childish some aspects of her room was. Maybe a new paint job would help but she wasn’t about to sit and beg her father to start a project with her that he would take ten years to finish.

“Look forward to seeing that” He chuckles as he makes his way towards the back of the room. Sorie clears her throat, unable to find a proper response that wouldn’t embarrass her further. Opening a closed door, Trevante peaks his head in, seeing nothing but sewing materials, half done dresses and manikins.

“Damn, I didn’t know you had all this back here—“

“WAIT, NO!”

Trevante immediately stops in his tracks, just one foot in Sorie’s art room before he notices that the floors were beyond damaged. The wood was soaked and on the verge of caving in due to a tropical storm that had struck months ago, leaving Sorie’s roof slightly leaking and her floors creaking and falling apart. The previous rain that week didn’t help. It was a safety hazard for anybody to be in there at this point.

“What the hell?” Tre slowly takes his foot off of the floorboard, backing up to take a look at it. “Yeah…it’s been like that for some time now. My daddy don’t ever remember about the shit I ask him to do so…yeah” She explains, annoyance lacing her voice. It was the reason she blocked the room off and was forced to sew outside instead.

Tre sighs and shakes his head, shutting the door. Noticing her mood shift, he moves to change the subject, walking into the hallway to retrieve his dried clothes. “You free tomorrow?”

She sucks her teeth and replies sassily. “Are you? Thought you were gonna be tired”

“You said you’d talk to my pops. You do that. Now answer my question” He responded with just as much sass, purposely imitating her. She cracks a smile. “…yeah, I’m free. Why?”

“I want you to come with me to this trail ride thing. Nothing too big, at this club slash bar slash outside thing.”

Her smile grew bigger, one of her hands playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Trevante thought for a moment before turning, walking down the hall toward the front door. “If you wanna call it that” He replied with a smooth cadence, making Sorie roll her eyes.

“What if I don’t?” She asks while following him, attempting to ruin the cockiness before it had even appeared.

“Then don’t call it that”

There was silence with both of them as they exit the house and walk into the yard, neither of them wanting to seem too much of something.

“You don’t gotta go if you don’t want to. I just wanna see you have some fun outside of your little farm” He speaks again. Sorie chuckles, genuinely thinking on it. “…I’ll keep you posted”

“Cool. Don’t think too long, aight?”

She nods and smiles.

“I gotchu, Tre”

Smirking, he nods. “Issa date then”

He finally leaves and heads down the road to his humble home. A warm feeling settled in his stomach, and it wasn’t just the freshly dried clothes he held against him.

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THE MUSE 🎨🖌️

Paired Up: DOM! Trevante Rhodes As Zyair Malloy x SUB! Black Fem/Plus size Reader!

Background Music/ Song Inspired by @kittehkwrites

Word Count: 4,390 (Yikes, but not counting the lyrics)

WARNINGS: Mature Audiences: 18+, Minors DNI -(HEAVY Daddy kink, BDSM, SMUT, SMUT, MORE SMUT! PROFANITY!, Established Relationship, , Some use of AAVE, The N word, light Bondage, Breeding kink, Tease and Denial, Wax play ,Choking, Grabbing, Hair Pulling, spanking, Praise, Smacking of the face ,Fingering (F), unprotected sex , A BIT OF A LONG READ, Some grammatical errors because IDK WTF i'm doing! (Capo say sike..Right now. lol But Im deadass) ... and all over Nastiness. Did I miss anything?

DISCLAIMERS:

-DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

-DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Synopsis: In the glitzy world of art and indulgence, Zyair and Y/N reign as the epitome of a power couple, their magnetic connection sizzling with untamed desire. Their love story ignites from the ashes of Zyair's artistic stagnation, sparked by the fateful encounter at a decadent sex party. From that moment, their lives intertwine, fueled by passion and creativity, leaving behind a trail of whispered rumors and envious glances.

As their anniversary dawns, Zyair prepares for his long-awaited art show, his first since meeting Y/N. Yet, his thoughts stray not to the gallery's pristine walls but to the allure of his beloved, whose presence electrifies every inch of his being. The clock ticks away as Zyair's anticipation grows, his yearning for Y/N eclipsing all other distractions as he finally comes home.

But time slips away in the tender embrace of their love, their passion threatening to consume them whole. As the hours blur into a haze of whispered promises and heated caresses, Zyair and Y/N find themselves ensnared in each other's arms, oblivious to the outside world. They are late for the grand affair, yet in the realm of their intimacy, time holds no dominion.

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A/N: first off ... I'M RUSTY OK. Also I'm a bit upset because my older brother was like "who writes fan fics anymore they're so passé." 🥹 I said am I not a writer? Did I not get a journalism degree? Did my teachers not push me to do this and saw something? He didn't have anything to say back. But anyway! Is this self indulgent? YES. Are you still going to enjoy it? YES! BRAIN ROT....? YEAH IM GLITCHIN'! Be easy this is my first Fan fic/Smut I'm nervous. I love yall! It's real nasty because... I want him to do this to all of us! Do you hear me?! Slight delay because I was transfixed with the dialogue. I was really trying to get the essence of Zyair. If this gets positive feedback There may be a Prologue, a part 2 , and a part 3 if y'all feelin' this! Like, comment, reblog.... if your heart so desires! 🫶🏽

It's been four years since Zyair's trial, and it was his first art show since then. Mea was long gone and probably still with her pinhead ass husband, and to think he really wanted to like her. He was breathing new life into his art, his name was cleared, and he was getting into his first real relationship. He found his ONE.

 Touring London and France during the summer months. His nights were long, and his days were short. You missed him whenever you hung up from talking with him all night or if he sent you a cute text. You knew he was premiering his new pieces from home tonight, and anything was possible with you on his arm.

Daddy: I'll be home later than usual. The show starts soon. Be dressed, be ready, and wear those heels I like. I'll come to collect you. You've been such a good girl. I can't wait to see you! This tour has been hectic.

You: Yes, Sir! I miss you more. Come home to me. ❤️🥺

Daddy: That's my Big Girl. I'm on the way. 

You gently placed your phone beside the claw foot bathtub on the vanity chair you'd drug over. The plush afghan carpet ruffled as you moved it to where you wanted it. The master bathroom on the first floor was spacious yet cozy.

An open shower in the back is made of dark marble and granite, and Zyair's closet is off to the left, surrounded by suits, ties, and his wardrobe. Although the loft was Gargantuan, unlike most places in Chicago, it had a makeshift industrial vibe that made it mysterious enough, you thought to yourself.

'It really needs a woman's touch.'

Drums and soft piano flooded your ears from the huge vinyl and Bluetooth sound system; you rifled through Zyairs' music collection all day. It was impressive, spanning from 70s soul to 90s R&B, which was very prized to his heart and his favorite genre. As you prepare to get ready as instructed by the love of your life, it always helps soothe your soul and set the mood for a night in the city.

You peeled out of your I murdered my husband's robes, Pinned up your waist-length Goddess locs, and began to run a bubble bath. Candles illuminated the floor, glinting your umber skin into the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

You carefully sluiced a toe into the roaring torrent to test its temperature. With a satisfied grin, you plunged into its warmth and shut off the water; the suds were cloud-like and steamy, clinging to every part of you, and the scent of damask roses filled the air. Toni's contralto caressed you.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Baby...

Relaxation couldn't even begin to explain the euphoria encircling you. You've bagged the hottest artist in Chicago, are engaged to be married, and have much to look forward to as you start life with Zyair.

You hum along with the song as you grab your pink African exfoliating net, scrubbing from top to bottom. Occasionally, you slump your hand out to hold your phone in case he calls, or any texts from his art assistant flash across your dimly lit iPhone 15.

Head Bopping along to the beat and your legs kicking water onto the floor as you half danced in the tub. You were so bewitched by your daydreaming and bathtub concert that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

Arriving into the lot and slowly turning the corner, shined chrome and black wheels approached the entrance and parked, with a thud from the door to the Range Rover, where his driver let him off.

Since you been gone I been hanging 'round here lately With my mind messed up

Zyair stepped out of the vehicle in all black as usual; A pin stripped, short sleeved, button down shirt, noir wife beater, Prada slacks, and matching boots.

He quickly approaches the gate to the elevator, which was now broken. He shook his head in annoyance, and a frown curled at his lips when he realized. "Always on some bullshit," he scoffed.

A flick of his wrist, he checked the time. The gold bracelet draped on his wrist, twinkling in the light from the cars going in and out. He began descending up the inside stairwell to the third floor toward the loft.

With solid traces, he rose from the staircase. Slowly, he closed the exit door, hoping you didn't hear it squeaking to lock. Crossing the downstairs living room floor, he passed leather chairs, scattered and unfinished art pieces, and an acrylic-adorned curtain. He crept behind the curtain and into the room.

Jumped in my car Tried to clear my mind, didn't help me I guess I'm all messed up now, baby

His gait was slow yet boisterous. His hand behind his back, and he bounced a little with one foot pointed firmly in front of the other, walking straight and tall. His presence was always known in a room. He held a box of two dozen long-stem roses and a rounded, substantially sized jewelry box.

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Meanwhile, you'd already gotten out of the tub as the first verse goes into the chorus. The Whirl of the water rushing out of the tub feels loud against the empty room. You check your messages once more and check the time yourself: 8:30 p.m.

As soon as I jumped into my ride Those memories start to play, yeah A song comes on, on the radio And there you are, baby Once again!

Rubbing your body in Fenty butta drop lotion for an unforgivable glow, you look into the long-length mirror to the side of your makeshift vanity.

You pull on your raven-colored thigh-high stockings, bra, and Lacey panties with the corseted back, putting your talons into your mouth as you turn and take in yourself. The finishing touch is a generous dab of merlot lipstick and a flick or two of eyeliner and mascara after setting your foundation.

Nodding as if to say, 'Im that bitch.' You slipped on your coveted Dior patent calfskin sling backs, carefully lifting each foot to get each one on. Admiring your supple breasts, hips, and bountiful assets. From all angles.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me And it's all because of you...Hoo!

Zyair's panther-like proximity took you by surprise. He cocked his head to the side while taking in the sight of you setting down his gifts for you on the counter of the bathroom.

You didn't hear him stride up behind you. His hands gliding up your hips, and his luscious beard cuddling into the crook of your neck. Taking in your scent and his full lips, kissing your clavicle.

It made your heart palpitate. You felt his hands snake up past your bra as you relaxed into his embrace, letting your tensions melt into him. That familiar cologne of sandalwood and pimento that you adored wafted into your nasal cavities as his hand gripped your neck ever so gently but slightly, applying pressure.

"You look incredible, Y/N. Stay just like this." Zyair says in his full-bodied baritone, sounding like heaven to you after so long. Nibbling your ear into his mouth with a playful bite.

He was watching you in the mirror, hunched over you a bit as he towered above because of how short you were compared to his six-foot stature, hugging you to his manhood.

Your ass pressed against his inky slacks. You turned around out of his grip and held his high cheekbones into your manicured, blood-red nails, Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he gripped and massaged your ass from above, making you stand on your tip toes and your breasts heaving into his Adonis-like abdomen.

Since you been gone I keep thinkin' about you, baby It gets me all choked up This heart of mine keeps dreamin' of you And it's crazy, babe

"I missed you. You were gone all month. I thought we'd never have alone time."You sighed into his parted lips, trailing butterfly kisses from the pronounced girth of his neck down to his Aureate-colored chains that sat right on his sternum.

Zyair respired, and his massive pectorals flexed in unison with your smacking lips as you kissed every inch of his chest through his open-collared shirt. Looking at you in the mirror, he stopped your assault of smooches by holding your hand.

"I know I miss you when I'm gone too,Baby girl. A nigga can't stop thinkin' bout you." He gently pulled you towards him, giving you that boyish grin and a flash of those to-die-for ivories as he clasped your lower back.

His bulging frame surrounded you as he stood back with your hand in the air, making you twirl like a Princess.

Before he sat down causally onto the vanity chair and embraced you in a hug between his thighs and a gentle kiss on the forehead, he bent over to grab the things he'd laid on the counter, brandishing them before you. He gave you the rounded jewelry box first.

Sitting back, his posture was relaxed and confident to the side, and his right foot bore the weight as he man spread all alpha, chocolate, and delicious.

You'd think I'd had enough, yeah Soon as I get you out my head I'm in my car again, ooh darling Just one request from the radio I'm back in love, sugar Once again!

"Mmh, Look at you girl. "He breathed in satisfaction, looking as if he could eat you right then and there. His tongue glides over his bottom lip, and his eyes darken with lust. You giggled and rubbed his thigh as you looked into his face. 

You squealed with excitement and vigorously shook the box, dancing in place. "What is it!?" touching it to your ear as if you could guess from the sound.

Zyair huffed a chuckle and looked at you, shaking his head. "You goofy lil' mama." he stroked his hand down his beard while looking at you.

Once you were done playing the guessing game, you unwrapped the thing like it was Christmas and you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

Wrapping paper, bows, and cards with the company name on them flew up in the air and scattered onto the bathroom floor. You got to the gilded piece.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me

"You like it, Baby?" Zyair cooed, his voice deepening.

"Baby, I don't need this. I have so much alr- "He stopped you before you finished.

"Nah... nah... this is totally different. Unique even. You've earn't it, haven't you? "He says with a slight Louisiana drawl, his shoulders moving as he laughed.

"Y—You're going to collar me, Daddy? "You flung your hands around his thick neck and embraced him. Your eyes watered from his compassionate actions.

"You're the only one I think about and want to be with. I said why the hell not? " He smiled and played with your hair, twirling it between his nimble fingers.

Zyair took the collar from your hands, holding it carefully in the box. He took out the skinny key and unlocked the seamless hinge to open it. You stood in front of him, back turned toward him so that he could put it around your neck.

His hands gently placed the jewelry around your neck and shut it closed using the same key. Tracing it with his finger and mouthing "Mine" while you both look in the mirror.

You looked into his dark eyes with love, facing him as he leaned in to lick your lips and kiss you.

His fingertips turned white as he gripped onto your curvaceous hips, picked you up, and set you atop the stand-alone double sink vanity. You pull him into you by his belt loop and wrap your thighs around his muscular waist.

And it's all because of you It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy (Like crazy, babe) Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me (Whoa, baby)

The both of you all tongues and slobber each other down until you feel his long fingers curling under the silky crotch of the fabric of your lingerie.

You felt the sting of his teeth latch under your jaw as he bites into your neck. You hiss in want.

"Ahh, Zyair..." You breathe into his neck, rubbing down his back.

"Take this shit off. You ain't gonna need it."

He growled as you heard the sharp rip and crack of the cloth coming away as he tugged them off of your body.

His hands fondle and squeeze you until he finds your clit; your body bows from his encircling rhythm as he massages your nub with the fingertips of his index and middle fingers.

The cold from his ring on that finger makes you tense up and sigh. He licked from head to toe with his enormous tongue covering you.

He stops suddenly at your waist. You whine and squirm, but he's holding your arms above your head and looking straight into your eyes.

He licks his lips and winks at you, curling them in that bad boy fashion as he unbuckles his pants achingly slow with one hand, standing up slowly.

You watch, sitting straight up as he holds you, watching him pull pleasure from your inner depths against with your back against the tile of the wall.

His dick threatened to poke you through his Black and Gold PSD briefs. He moaned as he pressed against you. You moaned and purred back at him.

Here come the strings Then somebody sings Only takes a beat And then it starts killin' me, darling Only takes one note, I tell ya From that radio It's just another lonely love song

"Let me take it out, Daddy... please..." you said through gritted teeth, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and went dry from his persistent teasing.

"Beg for it, and don't waste no time." He looks down at his growing and tenting hard-on, bites his lip, and raises his brow at you, looking back at you with the same taunting look.

You looked confused and in need as you ached for him. Smirking and pressing his lips to your ear as you struggled.

"Use your words. Or we're going to be late."

You begin to break into a cold sweat as droplets appear on your forehead. Trying to comprehend how to get out of this predicament, you slowly open your mouth to say something.

Still, by that time, Zyair was already bringing you down to your knees and grabbing your Goddess locs while ordering you to keep your hands behind your back.

He didn't hesitate as he stood over you, his slacks and boxers down his muscular physique. All you could do was look up at him, mouth drooling at the sight of him.

"Gon' come over here and Suck me," he said mercilessly in a dangerous tone. His voice echoed through the bathroom and made your chest vibrate. You did what you were told.

The way he only emphasized SUCK with feeling made your lower limbs thump with elation. You were already dripping but tried to hold out.

Your breathing increased with each moment that you realized you weren't filled up with his dick. Veiny, beautiful, and thick. You lick your lips in anticipation.

"Mmh, that's my BIG GIRL. What you gonna do with it?" His moans send you shock waves as he insists on teasing you. You use both hands to wrap them around his thick member not sure if it's a rhetorical question or if he was using it as a mind fuck.

Damn.

Zyair snaps your head back against the marble of the vanity. "I can't hear you, Bitch. "He snarls. "I asked you a question."

You squeal at the force and nearly yell from your tummy. " What Daddy told me to!!!!"

He chuckles that deep, devilish laugh again as he releases your hair. Your breathing becomes even more ragged, and you shudder at the sound. 

Before he's even done, he grabs the back of your head and forces his hard length deep into your throat. The mere shock causes you to sputter and choke.

With no room to run or breathe, he fucked into it, fisting your hair, making you bend over on all fours as he leaned down over you, smacking your ass precisely on your cheek, leaving it fiery, making it ache and jiggle, gripping your supple flesh as he went to trace a finger down your drenched slit at the same time. He moans, watching the recoil.

You gently swayed your hips from side to side as he played in your wetness, not wanting him to stop as you tried to keep up the pace. He was enjoying being sadistic with you, but it was a first that he hadn't been gentle before.

"Take it all, Mama. Don't stop."

Sucking in a sharp breath at your failed attempts to come up for air.

Coaching you as you did so, using your hair like a lever, tugging at it to make you go deeper and deeper by the inch.

Your legs automatically closed onto his wrist as he sucked his fingers and dipped a few inside you, your essence pooling around your opening.

He dipped his middle finger, then the second finger, taking his sweet time alternating. Making you writhe below him. Soaked and needy was the name of the game.

He twisted and pumped his fingers inside, leaving you leaking around them.

You glucked and gagged on his dick and hissed as he inscribed you just enough to make you whine.

Your gurgling and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, and he wouldn't let up. Looking down at you, biting his lip in pure bliss.

"That's it...Just. Like. That." eliciting a low moan from his lips. You looked into his eyes as your eyeliner smeared down your face from the tears. Making it hard for you to see.

The constant smacking, gagging, and slurping made you close your eyes tight.

The twinkling flames of the candles melting onto the floor and his chiseled face coming in and out as you tried to stay alert. The noises turned you on more than the act. Until you felt a welting smack to the face.

"Look at me. I don't want you focusing on nothin' else." his breath shuddered, and he kept up the same pace until he got tired.

You whimpered from the sudden flush of pain. But kept going, your hands still behind your back. His strokes became less frequent as he slowly slid his dick out of your mouth to the tip.

He was done using your mouth for now. Removing his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean like he hadn't eaten in days, and cupping a hand under your chin as he stood up at his full height, looking intensely into your eyes like he'd never seen you before.

A soft kiss to your mouth, and You popped him out with a plopping noise and began to jerk and stroke him. A chain of spit latched from your crimson lips to his thick manhood.

"Hold that thought, Princess." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bathroom. You watched, still in the same position he left you, as he gathered up a slow-burning candle from the floor.

Walking back over to you, he tested the temperature on his inner arm. Nodding and pleased with the degree, he approached you.

"Down." He commanded gruffly.

You used your hands to lower yourself onto the floor on your stomach and breathed in nervously as Zyair stood above your head.

Looking up, he looked even more Godly as you viewed his body from this view below.

You settle, and he crouches beginning to pour some wax onto the middle of your back.

You groan in pain, but as the sting settles into a numbing puddle, your senses begin to awaken.

Some beads down into your ass cheek. He waits to pour more onto the back of your neck and shoulders. You flinch with each interaction.

"Mmmh... " You softly moan; you fidget with anticipation of the next drip.

"You Aight Pretty? " He asks.

"Oh, that feels so good. Daddy," your eyes closed, and your mouth slung open.

"It's been a minute." He says with amusement. "I knew you'd like it."

He pours two more burning spots onto your ass cheeks, stands, and blows the candle out, placing it onto the vanity.

Turning his head so as not to blow any ash or soot into your face, and gently pulls you up.

He sat you back into the plush red and gold vanity chair, his lips meeting yours once more, kissing you down your body, and His tongue engraving tiny circles over your neck and down your breasts. slipping off your bra down your shoulders. You trembled from his touch.

His hands cupping one after the other, his skilled tongue lapping and suckling onto each as he goes from one to the other. You groaned as he bit down and tugged with his front teeth.

"Mmh... Fuck.." you shuddered and gasped at him playing with your body in this way.

Suddenly he lifts you up into the air and parts your legs, holding your weight onto his broad shoulders, suckling and licking your clit into his mouth and greedily scooping his tongue over your soaked folds.

Shoving his tongue in between, you yelped from the sudden waves of pleasure hitting you, and just when it started to get good. He denies you yet again.

Sitting you back down in the chair, he pauses as he lifts each leg and purposely slings your thighs over his shoulders.

Anchoring you by holding the chair, leaving wet kisses down your ankles, and spreading your inner thighs to give them some love, too.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed the back of his burst fade as you yearned for him to be inside you.

Reaching out to touch his stomach, his dick poking that triangle made between your legs. You subconsciously thought about shoving his dick inside you. But knew better than to try him.

"Oh fuck baby... Please." You tried to stop him from toying with you, but he only glared at you.

"Please, what? PLEASE WHO?" He asked with a flair of arrogance, tipping your chin up.

" ooouuue.. Daddy..." You whispered.

"Yeah, Be a good girl, Y/N, and be still fo' me." With fervor, he lined himself up at your entrance, stroking himself a bit, holding your head from above to make you watch him slide into you.

"Sssss.... Fuck I missed this pussy, and I missed you so much." He entered you tip first. Forcing himself out and plunging in again profoundly, making your head go back.

"Z-ZYAIR!" you cried out in response to his torture.

Repeatedly dipping himself into you again and again… he was halfway in and hadn't even begun to bottom out this time.

He wrapped his large hand around your neck, and both of you groaned in unison. as he made one swift pump into your creamy nectar.

"Mhm, You feel allat baby? "He coaxed.

You grimaced and blurted out, "Fuck, just fuck me....!" you said, almost screaming. You couldn't take much more as you needed him like water.

smugly looking into your soul he swooped up the chair with you in it, and your body went limp as he slammed into you, filling you up like never before. Leaning into you just enough at an easy tilt that was nothing for him.

The man pressed 350 pounds or more, and this was light work. Your walls clenched down in unison with his pounding strokes, your calves flailing out from over his inner elbows but holding you in place just the same while he kept you right where he wanted you by the seat.

A gut-wrenching moan came from the depths of your stomach as you held onto his shoulders; you leaned into him, the chair leaving the floor as he powerfully thrust into you at the same time.

"You so fuckin' pretty like this." He grunted and praised you as all life had left your body, and nothing was left but the room spinning. You gave way to him, and moans started to escape you. 

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Daddy! YES," You pleaded and panted in pleasure as he bounced into you non-stop. Through hooded eyes, he watched you getting so close.

Zyair being the pleasure Dom he was is paying attention to how your body heaved and pulsated around him. He slowed, pounded, and roughly used his hips to kiss your cervix as he continued to try to break into your walls.

With calculated potency, he taunted you as you pushed him away, scratching at his abs.

"Na, this is what you wanted, right? Take it," He whispers.

hitting your hands away with one hand. He bucked his hips, going upwards and faster by the second.

In a swift motion he's putting you down on the floor in the chair as your body convulsed in complete surrender.

Your juices gushing in a splash of release. He grunted as your walls cradled his length, still deftly stroking into you, But he wasn't done with you yet.

Zyair moved you from the chair and bent you over in front of him while clutching your neck, his fingers curling on your throat. Dog walking you around the bathroom while pinning your ass to his hips.

He kisses your cheek lovingly as your moans echo throughout the room.

"This shit is mine, Hm?" He asked.

"FUC- FUCK!..."  

Your gaze followed Zyair's as you looked back and moved around the bathroom.

You mewed and tried to hold onto anything your hands could find. Rough, long, and hard thrusts make your thighs quake with ecstasy.

You felt his hard abs and balls hit against your clit as he dug into you. His hands squeezing yours comforted you yet made you weak for him as he took control once more.

The squelching and wetness from you only fueled him as he tried to fuck the shit out of you.

"Look atchu creamin' all down my dick and enjoyin' this shit, little girl."

Your eyes fluttered as his words did something to you. You saw stars behind your eyes as you felt wobbly and tense. Your orgasm growing near.

You found the wall to hold yourself up with, looking out into the living room, your claws digging marks into his palm as you grunted.

He chased you with his own release by going harder, pounding, swiveling his hips, and moving his hand to the back of your head, keeping your makeup-stained cheek pressed against the cool cement of the wall.

"SAY IT! " He hummed in your ear.

"ZYAIR! " You came instantly.

You screamed as you squirted all over the floor of the bathroom, making it hard for both of you to stand. Inaudible cursing and degrading remarks flew from his mouth as he nodded in gratification.

You felt warmth rush over you as he sprayed your walls with his seed. He purposely fucked it into you as you tried to squirm away. Removed his hand from your face to open your ass and watch as he made you take all of his kids.

His strokes slowed as the last of your leaking subsided. Both sigh in relief, Holding you by your hips and kissing over your neck as if he couldn't breathe without you. He smiles, holding you against the wall.

"I guess we're late ain't we." He laughs through a smile, his eyes crinkled at the ends as he looks at you.

"Aht, Aht! Fashionably." You taunted.

"You've been in my collection again?" He says with amusement.

"AND WHAT ABOUT IT!? " you rolled your neck in a comical attitude.

"I told you what that does to me, girl. You know nothing about that. My momma gave me those albums. "

"Let's shower before we miss our anniversary party".

With a hard smack on your ass as he grabs towels from the hooks on the walls running playfully after you, your laughing excitedly getting a head start as the last notes of the song come to a staccato.

So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, darling) So sad, sad love song Ooh, I heard it on the radio last night So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, baby) So sad, sad love song (Ooh) You got me singin' another love song all night, darling...

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About becauseimswagman1

Wassup folks I'm Lexis. I'm 22 almost 23 (#BigCancerNotTheLittleOne). She/her and into women.. And men sadly.

I started writing fanfic about 4 years ago and I mainly wrote boyxboy then I started writing ...that straight stuff... But I still write boyxboy! I've only written fluffy girlxgirl but I'm always open to expanding my craft!

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(18+) Ruined (Erik Stevens)

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(Fluff) The Beginning of Something Beautiful (Shuriri)

(18+) Wanna Be On Top? (San x Mingi x Reader)

(18+) Study Session (Mark from Nct)

(18+) Toxic Love (Trevante Rhodes)

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[calif0rnia-lovers]

fake it ‘till you make it

chapter 1: you were mine first. 

summary: a trip down memory lane as Tre returns home to find his best friend dealing with the fallout of her divorce proceedings.

a/n: this chapter is really long. it’s essentially full of backstory. i didn’t want to post each part as its own chapter bc that would end us up with four short chapters. so...prepare for time jumps. kinda wanted to get the backstory out the way so that i can get into the good stuff. let me know what you think. i know it’s a reader fic but i just think aja naomi is so pretty that’s why you see her face :)

if there are typos bare with me. I forced myself to stop making changes and just posted it. songs are linked because i’m hella dramatic and moody when i write.

words. 8,960

2006: junior year in high school. (gif).

You say we're just friends but I swear when nobody's around You keep my hand around your neck, we connect

You're seated, alone, in the corner booth at Happy's Diner. The AP Calculus book and notes spread out across the table are the perfect repellants for teenage boys hoping to "keep you company" until your friend arrives.

Your friend who just so happens to be running extremely late. Halfway done with your second glass of soda kind of late.

Trevante comes strolling into the diner, pausing long enough to say hi to Happy before heading in your direction. Climbing over the booth, he slides in next to you.

"Sorry I'm late," he huffs as he settles in next to the window.

His arm drapes over your shoulder, as he reaches forward to drag your plate towards him. Keeping your focus on the problem you're solving, you blindly lift his left arm, turning it so that you can see the face of his watch.

"You are forty-eight minutes late." You shove his arm off your shoulder, it finding its place back to your shoulder instantly. "Why do you wear a watch if you don't know how to use it?"

"Why buy me a watch for my birthday if you know I can't use it?"

Trevante narrowly avoids the slap you send towards his hand, stealing a french fry and popping it into his mouth.

His neck rolls, a groan escaping his lips as you move the plate out of his reach.

"Come on, Y/N. I can't have any-"

"No. You can tell me where you were. What was so important you left me waiting for forty-eight minutes? I already ordered the dinner you promised me."

"You clocking me now?" His brow arches as he drags the plate across the table.

"When it affects me? Yes. Yes, I am."

Trevante lightly shrugs his shoulder before retrieving the ketchup. The fact he doesn't want to tell you causes you to lift his arm from over your shoulder.

Resting his arms against the table, he silently busies himself with cleaning your plate.

"Why can't we study at your place?

Trevante watched as your shoulders rise and fall, your brow furrowing as you reach in your backpack. You're willing to acknowledge his question isn't that strange. From the fifth grade, the two of you have always studied at your house. Your dining room table has years worth of homework sessions. When you entered high school, your study sessions had migrated to your bedroom.

Trevante could usually be found sprawled across your bed; arm tucked behind his head as he lounged on your pillows. While you were found seated on the floor, books and notes displayed neatly around you.  You would kill to be back in your room right now. Both of your giggles mingling with the latest playlist Trevante has downloaded on his computer. However, ever since your last study session, that doesn't seem like a great idea.

Your mind is still trying to make sense of what exactly happened. You were slightly hopped up on coffee, the late-night study session keeping you and Trevante up well past your parents. Trevante...was wired by something else. What exactly? You're not sure. He'd arrived at your place, hours before, in a shitty mood but refused to tell you why. You'd initially thought it was because you'd rejected his invitation to attend William Prescott's party because you needed to study. Trevante had gone to the party before meeting you. Whatever happened at the party had stopped him from being a semi-decent study partner.

You were used to the textbook attempts of avoiding his work. The television, conversations about something he'd heard in the locker room, etc. What you weren't used to was his fingers toying with your hair, or brushing against your thighs. His lips brushing against your shoulder.

You'd nearly caused him to break his neck on the stairs with how fast you got him out of your house that night.

You grip your eyes closed for a brief moment, an all familiar heat spreading across your skin as he studies your face.

"It's just, my mom...she said something about us having an open-door policy and raging hormones, and it just...weirded me out?"

"Raging hormones," he scoffs, his attention focusing on the problem you're finishing up. "Your mom thinks we're having sex? We used to take baths together."

Erasing your mistake, you try again. You don't respond until you've finished the problem. Sliding the nearly completed homework assignment in Trevante's direction, you pick up your soda.

"I know, that's what I told her. She seems to think guys became sex-crazed when they turn sixteen."

"It's earlier than that," Trevante teases as he looks over the work.

It takes him a moment to realize the assignment is his not yours. He'd given you the completed homework during third period.

"Can you look this over?" He'd asked, hastily placing a kiss against your cheek before starting down the hall after William. "I'll make it up to you tonight. Dinner at Happy's at seven!"

You'd marked up most of the assignment in red while waiting for his arrival. The fact he'd attempted to do the homework without your help leading to you redoing it for him to soften the blow.

Releasing a sigh of relief, Trevante grins in your direction.

"You're so fucking smart, Y/N. It took me all last night to finish that."

You wince as his grip tugs against your shoulder, pulling your closer. His lips briefly press against your cheek. Your giggles fill the air as a second kiss follows.

"Stop," you giggle, lightly pushing against his cheek you watch him place a kiss against your palm before returning your focus on the math problem to his homework. "Don't think compliments will get me to finish your homework for you. You're finishing the rest. Right now. I'm only helping you make the corrections from now on. I only fixed it early because I can't be here until ten again."

Trevante's eyes roll as he accepts the pencil you offer him. "I've got plays to remember. I don't have time to ace AP Calc."

"And I have an entire European History essay to finish when I get home, so focus."

You spend the next thirty minutes helping Trevante finish working through his assignment. By the time you're finished explaining his mishap in the last problem, he's got a headache, and you're on your second plate of fries.

"You got that?"

"Yeah."

"Tre?" You wince at the sigh escaping his lips. "You don't sound too convincing. Do you need me to explain it again?"

You look up to find him watching you. His brow furrowed.

"What do you think of Prescott?" Trevante asks.

Your brow furrows as you concentrate on finishing the remainder of your shake.

"Prescott? As in William Prescott? The quarterback?"

"Yeah."

You attempt to read his expression, but whatever is on Trevante's mind, he isn't giving much away.

"He's...nice? I don't know, Tre," You laugh. "I don't know him. I mean, he's spoken to me maybe...three times. Each of those times is because I'm with you."

William Prescott was hard to ignore. Even if you weren't acquainted with him, it was impossible not to know who William was. His father was mayor, his mother, a member of the school board. Not to mention William was captain and quarterback of your school's football team. You share two classes with William. The fact you tend to sit in the front, and him in the back, making it difficult for him to talk to you. You can't even remember the last time he looked in your direction, let alone acknowledged you.

"I'm pretty sure he's gonna try and ask you out."

Your eyes roll as you uncap the highlighter in your hand.

"Right." You snort.

Concentrating on highlighting the formula before you, you glance up when you realize nothing else has been said.

"He asked me if you were seeing anyone," Trevante responds, his expression unreadable.

"And? What'd you tell him?" You ask the urgency in your voice, causing Trevante's eyes to roll.

He shrugs.

"I said not that I know of."

You let his words sink in, your brow furrowing. You're not sure what to say to that. If there was anyone who knew about what was going in your life, it was him.

"Okay..."

"I mean...I told him you weren't really looking for him. I figured he wasn't really your type. He's the quarterback, and you're..."

You wait for him to finish, but he doesn't.

"I guess you're the only exception to my newfound hatred for jocks?"

Lifting his arm, Trevante didn't bother responding as you gathered up your belongings before heading to the door.

two weeks later.

You keep your hands out before you. With your palms an inch away from the vent, you struggle to keep your entire body from trembling. Your dress is clinging to your wet body, the fabric's weight adding to the uncomfortable sensation on your skin. The air pumping through the ten-year-old jeep is a struggle on a good day. Paired with pouring rain on a chilly October night, it seemed the old vehicle wasn't going to be up to the task.

The rustling alongside you isn't enough for you to open your eyes, or move away from the slowly heating vents.

Trevante continues rustling through his gym bag. He is in search of an extra set of clothes. The spur of the moment thunderstorm that had erupted at the end of the game left everyone unprepared. You were in the stands, only really attending to cheer on your best friend, so you hadn't brought an extra pair of clothes. With the downpour, exiting the stands was a disaster. You didn't want to twist your ankle running down the slick foundation. By the time you made it through the gates of the field, you had to trek up the hill to the parking lot. You had struggled against the crowd to reach Trevante's jeep. By the time he'd met you in the parking lot, you were soaked to the bone.

After retrieving his shirt, Trevante grabs his letterman jacket for good measure.

"All right," he huffs as he tosses his duffle into the back. "This is all I've got."

Tugging the wet dress over your head, you toss it into the backseat before gladly accepting the longsleeved shirt.

The initial stripping off your clothes left Trevante frozen. In his haste, he hadn't considered the idea you might have to undress to get warm. His eyes had widened, his gaze instinctively drifting down your chest to the light pink bra you wore. He pauses to admire how the light fabric contrasts against your skin. You are too busy struggling to tug the shirt over your head to notice. Clearing his throat, Trevante shifts in his seat before focusing on adjusting the radio.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into coming," you mumble as you slip your arms through the sleeves of his shirt.

"You can use my jacket." Stealing a second glance in your direction, Trevante felt his shoulders relax once it became apparent you were decently covered. "It wasn't like you were doing anything anyway."

Shoving your arms through the sleeves of the jacket, you can't deny him a smile as a warmth passes over your body. The fabric is thick, capturing his scent. It feels as though its nearly twice your size.

"I was because, believe it or not; my world does not revolve around you, Rhodes."

"Right," he scoffs. "It's just boring when I'm not around."

Trevante glances apprehensively in your direction.

"So…" You wait for his sentence to be completed. When he doesn't speak, you glance across the car to find his thumb tapping against the steering wheel. "Will Prescott?"

A heat flushes over your skin at the mention of his name.

A light shrug rolls off your shoulder, your gaze diverting. "What about Will?"

"You're going out with him next week."

"Sounds like you already know the answer to that," you mumble.

The laugh that fills the car brings the heat to your face.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Trevante shakes his head before shifting the car into reverse.

You reach forward pushing it back into park.

"No, hold up. What?"

He looks at you for a moment before releasing a deep breath.

"It's just...he's kind of a player."

"William Prescott, a player?" Now it's your turn to scoff. "He's the captain of the football team-"

"That should tell you-"

"Oh, so does that extend to you?"

Trevante smiles, motioning for you to finish your sentence.

"Besides, you didn't even let me finish. Will's the second smartest kid in our class, and I know that because I'm the smartest. He's the poster child of our town. You can't be a poster child, slutting it up without everyone knowing. I haven't seen him date anyone since freshman year."

"Yeah you're right...must just be locker room talk." Resting his head back against his seat, Trevante runs his hand over his face. "What'd you wanna ask me?"

Suddenly your motives for attending the game seemed stupid. You'd texted Tre before the game, asking if he could give you a ride home.

"I need a favor." Your text had read, followed by "A big one. However, you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ever."

"Depends on how many laws we break," he'd responded.

"It's…" Your voice tapers off as you concentrate on the working windshield wipers. "A terrible idea."

"A bad as you picking William Prescott over me?"

When his teasing isn't enough to make you smile, Trevante sits up.

"I'm not a cheerleader, Tre. I don't have guys lining up after me like girls do you. I don't want my first kiss to be with a guy I barely know."

"Look, Y/N, I was fucking around about Will. He's not that bad. Pretentious, but not a complete dick…" Trevante's eyes widen. "You want me to…"

Suddenly the idea sounds stupid, and you're backpedaling.

"It's just I mean, he's the quarterback. Also, I know guys talk and-can't you tell when someone's like inexperienced with that kind of stuff? I don't want that being the only thing he thinks about when he's kissing me-and then he goes back and tells everyone during "locker room talk." Next thing I know, the school newspaper will be publishing that I'm a virgin-"

"Whoa-chill," he chuckles, the smile on his face stopping you in your tracks. "Okay?"

You nod. Your gaze drops to your hands. You're almost sure the heat burning your cheeks is visible to him.

You reluctantly look at Trevante as his touch finds your chin.

His lips press against yours, pulling your eyes closed. It takes a moment for your body to respond. By the time your brain processes what is happening, his lips are gone. His eyes are on you.

"Relax, y/n." He chuckles, his tongue passing over his lips at the sight of the range of emotions flickering across your face. He gently brushes his thumb along the curve of your jaw. "I'm not looking to break your heart. It's just a kiss."

"Just a kiss. Right."

You nod, but the action only causes Trevante to laugh for a second time. He knows the wheels are churning in your head. That, just like every aspect in life, you are beginning to overthink.

"Relax."

"Easy for you to say, Cassanova. Besides I am-"

A squeal comes out mangled with a gasp as his hands find waist and he's pulling against you. He's lifting you into the passenger seat and resting you against his lap. Your hands find his shoulders, the urge to push some space between you the first thought that crosses your mind.

There isn't much space you can put between the two of you with the steering wheel behind you.

You blink. Meeting Trevante's gaze, you feel the pulse of your heart skyrocketed as his hands move from your waist to your lower back.

Sensing your tension, Trevante smiles softly.

"I'll let you take the lead. I know you're big on learning on your own."

Suddenly you're aware of your surroundings.

The smell of rain against your skin. The soap from his rushed shower. The tap of the rain against the window, and roof of the car. The feel of his jeans against your thighs. The sensation that rushes across your skin with each shift of his jeans against your skin when you move. The muscles of his shoulders beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. The slight spike of his heartbeat as your touch drifts to his chest. The rise and fall of his chest as he takes a deep breath as he waits for you to kiss him.

Relax, Y/N. It's just a kiss.

When you blink, and your eyes lift to meet his, you find Trevante's gaze on yours. A tiny smile is on his lips, his head resting against the headrest. The sense of calm that seems to cover you from head to toe stems from the steadiness of his heart against your palm. His thumbs gently massage the outside of your thighs.

The sight of his growing smile causes one to spread across your lips in response. With a slight shake of your head, you place your hands along either side of his neck and lean in to kiss him.

His grip tightens around your waist, shifting your body forward so that you straddle him. Trevante's fingers are in your hair, keeping your lips pressed against his. The desire to feel as much of you as he can eliminate any remaining space between the two of you. Neither of you can keep track of who does what first. Who's tongue brushes against who's lips first, who's hands start to wander first, who's giggle melts into a groan as your hips shift instinctively against his.

Time seems to fall away as quickly as the rain.

His lips linger along the curve of your neck. The pain that had pulled a gasp of irritation from you, a few seconds prior, has been replaced by a much more addictive sensation. The kind that sends a shiver down your spine and digs your fingers into his shoulders. Your hips instinctively shift against his as the coolness of his breath fans the sensitive bruise forming against your skin. His lips press a kiss against the bruise, retracing their steps until they’re pressing against your lips suppressing your giggles.

The tap that echoes off the walls of the jeep causes you to jump. Your back pressed against the steering wheel, your heart skipping a beat as the horn fills the air. Trevante’s hands instinctively grip your waist, pulling you forward, steadying your body. He winces as your weight shifts, your hand pressing against his chest.

Through the damp window, you can make out a single figure. As if that isn’t enough to scare you, you realize the figure is surrounded by something much more frightening than a peeping Tom. The blending of red and blue lights flooding the car distorts the figure. A second tap, with the butt of the flashlight, against the glass follows.

“Don’t-” you catch Trevante’s wrist as he reaches to roll down the window.

“What? You think they’re gonna go away? We can’t exactly say we didn’t know they were there.”

The rain has stopped, leaving just the chilly October night air. You shiver against Trevante as he rolls the window down. There’s no point in climbing into the passenger seat, moving would only draw more attention to your current situation. Your face turns towards the passenger seat, Trevante’s hand lifting to shield his eyes as the flashlight floods the driver side.

Trevante blinks, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light residing on his face. His grip painfully tightens around your waist, his fingers attempting to send you a message, once he realizes who’s on the other end of the flashlight.

Your heart jumps into your throat as a man’s voice floats through the window.

“Game’s over Tre,” came a familiar voice. “You kids need to go ahead and clear out the lot. Take this somewhere else…Preferably with a condom, and off school grounds.”

Trevante nods quicker than intended. He clears his throat, his mind torn between focusing on hiding the fact you were half-naked in his lap and wrapping up the conversation so that he could roll up the window.

“Yes, sir.” He stammers, his weak smile arching the cop’s brow. “We’re – uh, we were actually getting ready to go grab some food. Kinda just lost track of time. But uh – we’ll go now. Sorry for the trouble.”

Trevante moves to roll up the window, but pauses as the officer rest his hand against the door. Cutting off the flashlight, he reaches in to clap Trevante on the shoulder.

“That was one hell of a game, kid” the cop whistled. “You’ve got some speed, son. Those boys from Eastside didn’t know what to do with yo-”

You grip your eyes shut as your father’s words come to an abrupt halt. His gaze lingers on the backseat, Tre’s eyes drifting shut once he remembers what’s in the back. Discarded in haste, your dress rested on top of his gym bag. The same dress your father had zipped for you this morning before you gave him a kiss and ran to catch the bus. You don’t have to turn and face to him to know that your dad’s shooting daggers into Trevante.

A shiver runs through your body as the door is yanked open flooding the jeep with the night air.

Pain shoots through your arm.

You wince as your dad’s grip tightens as he tugs you out the car. Your stomach flutters as nearly fall face forward towards the ground. Your dad pauses long enough to ensure both of your feet have planted before heading towards the awaiting squad car. You stumble forward as you struggle to match his much longer strides to prevent from tripping.

The initial shock is what allowed him to get you halfway to the squad car. But once you notice Ramos, his much younger partner hesitantly shrugging off the squad car, your heels dig into the ground.

“Dad, you’re hurting my arm –” You yank your arm back, the force causing your father’s grip to tighten. For a brief moment you both pause. The adrenaline from just a few moments before seems to have kicked into high gear as you meet your father’s gaze. “I can walk myself to the car.”

Trevante is already out of his jeep, partially afraid he might be drug out next. He watches you storm off to the car and takes a step in your direction. The more rational part of his brain tells him he should get back into his jeep and head home before your dad’s gun is out of its holster.

“Sir, I promise you, it’s not what it looks like-”

"Get your ass in the car, Tre."

It's not until you've slid into the back of the squad car, slamming the door as hard as you can for good measure, that Trevante realizes he was meant to join you.

Trevante hesitates. Pointing over his shoulder, he takes a step back towards the security of his jeep.

"Uh-my pop's will flip if I don't bring the car home."

"Don't worry about that," your dad smiles as he pauses to clap his hand on Trevante's shoulder. His grip digs into Trevante's skin, causing the young man to wince. "I'll explain it to him when I drop you off."

Once your dad is seated in the driver's seat, you lean forward, your fingers pressed against the grate.

"You're not going to let Ramos cuff me? Take me down to the station to prove a point?"

Your dad doesn't speak to you. Instead, he lifts his radio and shares that he's dropping two teenagers off at home.

In fact, he doesn't speak to anyone for the fifteen car ride home. He pulls up to the curb in front of your house and comes to a stop. You get out. You hop back as the squad car takes off. Driving past Trevante’s house, it does a quick U turn before speeding out of the neighborhood.

You take the front steps two at a time, not bothering to check if the door closes fully behind you. The last thing you need is for your mom to see you. You head straight to the shower, locking the door, and hoping no one will bother speaking to you. But as you cut off the light and head to your room, you know that is impossible.

You enter your room to find your mom seated on top of your bed, patiently waiting for you.

Your shoulders tense, your body bracing for the screams. But, your mom surprises you by quietly asking.

"Are you okay?"

"It's embarrassing. I wasn't doing anything-"

"That's not what your father told me." She interjects, your face falling into your hands. "He said you and Tre were...closer than usual."

You find yourself wondering if your father had recounted precisely how he'd found you.

"It was a kiss," you sigh. "Nothing else -- We didn't do anything else. We weren't going to."

"We're not surprised, sweetheart." Your mother's response causes you to blink in confusion. She was not lecturing you. She was using this opportunity to have yet another sex talk. "I mean -- your father is pretty surprised. But your father and I have had this conversation already. The two of you spend an awful amount of time together. You and Trevante have been friends for a while. You're both growing older, and your bodies are changing. He's noticing how your body's changing. You're noticing his-"

"Mom-"

"Your hormones are through the roof, your body might feel like it's hypersensitive around him. That's normal. You find yourself wondering if sex is as good as it looks on tv--"

"I don't need the sex talk again." You groan as you cross the room. Taking a seat beside her, you pick up your pillow before laying back. “And, what is it with you and hormones? This is the second time this week you’ve brought them up.”

Your mom doesn't quite believe you. "A mother’s intuition. The last time we had the sex talk, honey, you were a freshman. You weren't thinking about boys-"

"And I'm really not now," you mumble from beneath the pillow covering your face.

"Take that off."

You groan.

Doing as she says you allow her to tug against your hands pulling you up. Sitting against the headboard, you tuck your knees into your chest.

"Kissing can feel good. But it often leads to something more serious. I'm not as naive as your father. You can't stay a little girl forever. I just don't want you rushing into something you're not ready for. Or at least not with a clear head."

"Mom, I wanted to get my first kiss over with. So I'm not the only girl in the entire junior class that has never been kissed. Tre just did it as a friend. Nothing is going on between us. We're still best friends."

Your mom is silent for a moment. You feel nervous as her gaze studies your eyes before leaving your face. It feels like with just a look, she can visualize every moment from before, and what is to come. Heat races across your skin as you think of Trevante's lips against yours. It rushes to your thighs as her eyes find your neck. The place where his lips showed you that kisses didn't have to be on your lips to feel amazing. The place where your flesh was tender, bruised.

"Best friends still need to understand the importance of condoms." She smiles as your brows raise. You're not sure how you didn't notice it before, but she lifts the box of condoms from her lap. "You can't depend on a guy to have one. In fact, most will try and say you don't need them."

Noting your wide eyes, she says quietly. "It'll give your father more peace of mind if he knows you have these. Even if you're not planning on using them."

You take the box, tossing it towards the chair in the corner.

She gets up pausing long enough to press a kiss against your forehead.

"I think it might be best if Tre doesn't stop by for a while. At least until your father can cool down."

"Fine," you huff.

"Night sweetie."

You watch the door close behind her, listening to her retreat to her room. A few moments later, you hear her speaking to your father through the phone.

You get up, crossing the room. You retrieve the previously discarded box of condoms. Opening the top drawer putting the box of condoms inside. You're about to close it when you stop to rearrange the clothes inside. You cover the box from your sight. Pushing the drawer shut you take a deep breath.

You study your reflection in the mirror. You swollen lips, wide eyes. The bruise on your neck. You realize it won't be easy to hide it in tomorrow's heat. When you cross the room, you pause by the window. You realize Tre's curtains are open. The light in his room is on. From your windows, you can see directly into each other's bedroom.

No matter how many times you've shared this tidbit, Trevante doesn't seem to utilize the blinds. You tend to keep your blinds shut in the morning and after his return home from practice. Accidently spotting him walking around his room, stark naked in the eighth grade has made you overly cautious.

You are in the process of untying the string holding back your curtains when you realize he's moved in front of the window. From what you can tell, your father hasn’t done any physical damage to him.

Trevante tugs his shirt over his head lazily tossing it in the direction of his hamper. He pauses to release the breath he was holding. As he turns towards the window, you take a step to the side. Your breath hitches in your throat as you bump your elbow. 

He waits a moment. The light flooding from your bedroom making him hopeful you’ll check to see if he’s home. But you never do.

 two and a half years ago. (gif)

Catching my breath, pounding my chest

I’m loving you less, I need to confess.

What is it about firsts that the human brain loves so much?

It seems as though we always remember our firsts.

Our first kiss, the first time we heard our favorite song. The first time we felt an inkling of true love. We can remember everything down to what we were wearing, how fast our heart was beating, the weather. Everything. Down to the smallest of details.

When you're in love, being able to remember all of your firsts is a beautiful thing.

What about when you're no longer in love? When only one of you is still in love?

Suddenly, your firsts are different.

You begin to remember the first time you notice his lips felt different against yours. The first time his hand stops pressing against your lower back as he passes you in the kitchen for his morning coffee. The first time he stops whispering how beautiful you look when stealing a second kiss.

You remember the first time his phone lights up, illuminating the bedroom ceiling when he thinks you've dozed off. The first time he calls to tell you he's working late, so there's no need to postpone dinner. The first time dates that once seemed important only seem important when he is reminded of their significance. You even remember the first time you gave up on sending him reminders.

Most importantly, you remember the first time he tells you he isn't in love with you anymore.

It had come in your favorite restaurant: The Gold Eagle. William always took you there when he had news to share whether it be a promotion, the winning of a case, or when he wanted to renew your vows.

You weren't expecting any news in particular when he asked you to book a babysitter for Colby. Certainly not the end of your marriage.

The words had come abruptly -- or maybe it seemed abrupt to you.

How else would can you describe the shift in conversation from plans for your son's birthday party to not being in love anymore?

Abrupt. It is the only way to describe it.

When he'd first spoke the words, you didn't respond. Will had thought you hadn't heard him. Under the music and laughter surrounding you, he couldn't be too sure.

Will cleared his throat, shifting in his chair as he paused the action of cutting his steak.

"Did you hear me?" He'd asked. His brows knit together as he studied your face for any sign of acknowledgment. "Y/N."

You had heard him. Loud and clear.

Your mind concentrated on his word choice. It was meticulous.  There was a time when you loved that Will spoke that way. He never strung people along, or beat around the bush. He always told the truth, sparing someone's feelings came second.

You always knew where he stood, or so you thought.

"I don't love you anymore." Those were the five words that had come out of his mouth.

He hadn't said, "I'm falling out of love with you." He wasn't giving you a warning as to what might come. He was careful with his words because he knew you. He knew you were hoping he hadn't made his mind up. He wanted you to understand that there was no room for repairing.

There was a tiny part of you that was not shocked. That little voice, in the back of your mind, that has been whispering to you the last year. The tiny voice that has been telling you to trust your gut each time you doubted Will.

Reaching forward, you picked up the wine glass before you. Will's eyes observed as you downed the red contents of the entire glass.

He wiped at his mouth, his jaw tightening as you reach across the table for his untouched glass. He doesn't bother objecting as you down the entire glass of wine. He subtly waved off the young waiter approaching with a fresh bottle in his hand.

Will cleared his throat, sitting up in his seat.

"I've already drawn up an agreement. I believe you'll find that it takes both you and Colby into consideration."

He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. He produced a white envelope.

"William-," you gasp, the air in your lungs escaping you for a moment.

For a brief second, the sound halts his passing of the envelope. He watched the welling of your eyes. His throat clenched as he tried to swallow.

"I don't want to fight you for anything. I told my lawyer that the money's not an issue."

"The money you got because I stayed home with your son? The money you earned being able to show up at all hours at the drop of your boss's hat because I put off getting my masters and furthering my career? Now you’re kicking me and your son out of my house --"

"I told my lawyer that the money's not an issue." He repeated. "I have opted to split it all, 50/50. I'll pay a set amount the first of each month. It will be enough to keep you and Colby comfortable. It will cover his tuition-"

"What do you want me to fix?" Your question had come out softly. The raised question pulled Will's eyes from the envelope. "I'll do anything you want. I'll-Please do not break up our family."

William knew this would happen. He knew that letting you down wouldn't be easy, no matter how much he tried. That is why he can't meet your eye as your plea hangs in the air. He can't watch you cry, his gaze returning to the envelope before him. The tears which blurred your vision are his one weakness.

As he watched you wipe at your eyes, Will found his confidence slipping away. He leaned forward and placed the envelope in the center of the table. He needed to present his out, needed to make the break clean. There was one piece of information he knew would make you take your previous plea back.

"She's pregnant," Will continued as you concentrated on finishing the wine in your glass. It takes a moment for his words to sink in. You blink, meeting his gaze. "She wants to keep it, and...so do I."

Suddenly, everything made sense — Will's insistence on hiring a  babysitter. There was a reason you were having dinner in a public place as opposed to the privacy of your dining room.

Will didn't want you to cause a scene, or at least knew you wouldn't. Not here.

"We can't have another kid right now, baby." You recited, the words halting his movements. "I'm swamped at the office. They're finally giving me a shot. I wouldn't want to leave you at home taking care of two kids just as I'm getting a break in my career."

Will shook his head. "I...It hasn't been right between us for months, Y/N. What's the point of staying together if we're drifting apart? Please don't say we need to stay together for Colby. I'm not leaving my son. But kids pick up on shit. No matter how good we are at faking it in front of him."

"Come on, y/n," he sighed as you glanced over your shoulder in search of your waiter. When you spotted the young man, you lifted your empty wine glass in the air. Will continued speaking the feeling he was digging himself into a deeper hole heavy against his chest. "This isn't a surprise to either of us-"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," you scoffed as you watched your hesitant waiter arrive. Sensing the tension between you and your husband, the young man quickly attempted to uncork the fresh bottle of wine. "I wasn't aware that my husband was fucking someone else while he was also fucking me-"

"Alexis and I-"

William watched your movements freeze.

The mentioning of the young paralegal's name seemed to break through the haze that had started forming on your mind.

"Could you be even more cliche? You fucked the office's teenybopper paralegal? And you got her pregnant? You could have just used a condom."

For a moment, William didn't react. He watched the range of emotions wash over your face. The frustration that morphs into disappointment. The resolution that forms as you reached forward taking the bottle of wine from the hands of the struggling waiter.

"He'll pay for it."

You removed the napkin from your lap, sitting it on the table. You picked up the envelope and shoved it into your purse. You're halfway to the door by the time Will can take out his wallet and pay.

The cold air hit you hard. The intake of fresh air causing your head to swirl. The burn of your chest and rush of your heart made the task of retrieving your valet ticket from your purse difficult.  

Once you found the ticket, you turned. The wind was knocked out of you as ran into a solid barrier.

"Whoa. You okay?"

Trevante caught his breath, his hands instinctively finding your waist to keep you from falling back.

You looked up at him, the recognization on his face causing his brow to furrow.

"Fuck," you groaned, your hands instinctively pushing against his chest.

The look on your face caused Trevante to ignore your request of space; his gaze drifted over your shoulder in search of an explanation.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, the warmth of his hands finding your cheeks. His grip was firm, forcing you to stop your attempt to turn your face away.

You shook your head; your eyes gripped closed.

"I can't see you right now. You of all people. I cannot handle seeing you right now."

"Are you okay?"

Will's grip found your right elbow, his touch seeming to snap you out of it. Wiping at your eyes, you allowed him to guide your body closer to his.

"It's all good, man," Will smiled as he watched Trevante reach out to take your left hand.

"You sure?"

With one look, William knew he was not the one the question was directed to.

His weight shifted forward as Trevante takes in the scrunching of your nose. He knows the action very well. He knew that the silent breaths you take are an attempt to stop the tears in your eyes from spilling over.  But you also won't meet his gaze.

"Yeah, look, man. Y/N just had too much wine." Will chuckled as he retrieved the bottle from your hand. "I figured it'd be best she finished this one at home. You know how she is. Could never keep up with the guys."

You wrapped your arms around your waist, your eyes remaining on the ground before you as Will draped your jacket over your shoulders. You nod.

"I'm fine. Just ready to go home."

Trevante was thrown by how fast your entire demeanor had changed before his eyes. The tears were gone, along with the shaking of your voice. He almost thought he'd imagined it.

Before Trevante could respond, Will had led you back towards the valet. He helped you into the passenger seat, pausing long enough to give Trevante a wave before walking around the back of the car and getting into the driver's seat.

2019: this morning.

Concentrating on your son, you smile as Colby absentmindedly toys with the phone in his hand.

The headphones resting over his curls, obstruct any sound or conversations you don't want him to hear. After your reunion, he'd climbed into your lap to watch an episode of  Teen Titans.

You're both seated outside of the courtroom, patiently awaiting your turn. The clock on the wall, states you have five more minutes until your lives officially change.

They have changed steadily over the past few months, more noticeably for you than Colby. It took a while for him to understand that his dad was no longer living with you. William tried to stay present. He saw Colby more than you initially thought he would. The two of you alternate pickups and drop-offs at school. William stops by to share dinner with the two of you on Sundays, taking Colby to eat with him and Alexis twice a week.

When he's feeling up to it, Colby spends a week with his father. Usually, he opts for weekends. He hasn't warmed up to Alexis yet. Or their daughter.

Today is the first time you've physically held your son in two weeks. William had taken him to Atlanta to visit his parents for their wedding anniversary at the start of summer break.

"Thanks for letting me take him."

Instinctively, your eyes leave your Colby to find Alexis.

She is waiting beside William's lawyer, by the courtroom doors. She is cradling their daughter, Lola, in her arms. Although William's lawyer is speaking to her, Alexis's attention is focused on you.

"He is your son."

"I know, Y/N." William takes a deep breath. He releases it before adding. "I know two weeks is a long time, and you didn't want him to go...so thanks. It meant a lot to my parents."

You nod before looking in his direction.

"I'm shocked Alexis didn't show up with balloons, streamers, a "bride to be" sash, save the date cards...a marriage license for the judge to sign after she notarizes the divorce decree."

Your words harden William's jaw, his gaze sinking to his lap.

"We haven't spoken much about it," he breathes, but the wiping of his palms against his pants legs begs to differ. "We're still trying to settle in with Lola."

"But you have talked about it."

"She wants it to happen sooner than later."

"Well, you can come back here tomorrow and make it official. As of today, you are officially free of me, Mr. Prescott."

Most of the court proceedings are a blur — stipulations, and compromises going in one ear and out the other.

You didn't need to focus in on the words. You'd memorized that divorce agreement front to back. It's impossible not to when you've found yourself crying over it as many times as you have the past few months.

Many of those tear-filled nights, when you'd settled for a glass of wine over blowing William's brains out, you'd thought of calling your lawyer. She and everyone who learned the details of your split urged you to file under claims of adultery. It could increase the amount of child support and alimony, but it wouldn't give you any satisfaction. Your mother didn't care about satisfaction. She wanted you to hit William where it hurt, or at least where it would hurt Alexis the most, in his pocket. But you didn't.

It when you are having a lasting doubt about your decision when a slight nudge comes to your side.

Looking up, you find the judge's expectant gaze on you.

"Mrs. Prescott, would you like to keep your last name?" She asked for a second time. "You have the option of remaining a Prescott, or returning your legal name to that of your maiden."

"Um..." Alexis's brows shoot up at the hesitation. She leans over, whispering to William. He looks away from you long enough to respond to her. Keeping his last name had never crossed your mind, for more than a few brief seconds. It always seemed unimportant compared to ensuring you were financially stable for Colby. "I would like to keep it, your honor. It's the same as my son's."

William nods, his reaction falling on the opposite end of the spectrum when compared to Alexis's.

"Mrs. Prescott will keep her legal name," the judge noted. "As of today, upon the signing of the presented documentation, from both parties, your divorce will be finalized."

William meets your gaze. His fingers gently ruffle Colby's hair. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss against your son’s forehead. He finds himself reaching out to wrap his arm around you, his arm giving you a gentle squeeze. He accepts the pen offered to him by his lawyer. William’s hesitation catches the attention of his fiance, but not yours as you place a kiss against Colby’s cheek.

"To new beginnings," his lawyer smiles, squeezing William's shoulder. The pressure a mixture of reassurance and urge causing WIlliam to remove the cap before leaning over the document. 

"Yeah...new beginnings."

2019: later on in the day. (gif)

"Do I have to wear this?"

Tugging against the collar of his shirt, Colby attempts to undo the top button. The light green polo button-down was one of the many gifts found in Colby's suitcase, courtesy of William's parents. Each time he visits them, they send him home with an entirely new wardrobe.

He needs to start dressing like a young man, Y/N. William's mother would always say.

"Yes," you sigh. Taking a step forward, you ring the doorbell for a second time before moving back to stand alongside your son.

"Daddy's always making me dress like this," Colby huffs, giving the collar another tug. "I hate dressing like this."

"It's because you look so handsome," you gently tease. "If I unbutton it, will you feel better?"

Nodding, Colby allows a grin to slide across his face as you kneel down before him. Undoing the top button you watch him release a dramatic sigh of relief.

"Hold on, let me get my glasses. I believe my eyes are deceiving me. Y/N Prescott?" Stepping onto the front porch, Trevante's father joking adjusted the frames resting on his nose. "I can't remember the last time that husband of yours let you come down to this part of town. Last time I saw you, you definitely weren't this tall, little man. How are you, Colby?"

"Good, sir. Thank you for asking." Bouncing his weight against his heels, Colby pauses long enough to shake the hand offered to him. He attempts to take a step inside in search of the children's laughter from inside the house. But you catch his shoulder causing him to stay put.

Mr. Rhodes looks over your shoulder, his gaze scanning the street.

"Speaking of husband's, where's yours? I wish I could say I've forgotten what he looks like, but his face is all over town now that he's made partner at that law firm. What is called now?"

"He couldn't make it." Offering up the platter of brownies in your hand, you feel your shoulders relax as his attention shifts to the snacks. "I made your favorite."

Lifting the lid, Mr. Rhodes sneaks a brownie out.

"Go ahead and takes those in, sweetheart. You know the way. Let's not tell, the misses that I had one."

"Your secret's safe with me."

You keep your free hand on Colby's head as you make your way inside. He knows he must stay at your side until he delivers the gift for Trevante's mom.

With each step, you find you're surprised how familiar the house feels despite the number of years since your last visit.

The music blasting outside is muffled by the shut screen door leading to the back yard, and the laughter and voices coming from the kitchen.

Nearly all of the wives and mothers from the neighborhood are in the kitchen, ducking under and stepping around one another as they balance different plates and bowls. You remain off to the side, suddenly feeling out of place.

Trevante's mother spots Colby first, her squeal of excitement pulling a shy grin from your son.

"Colby Andrew Prescott, my angel!" Scooping him up, she quickly places a kiss against his cheek before stopping to give his face a good once over. "You have gotten so big! And so handsome, just like your father. I've missed you. Both of you!"

Pulling you into a tight hug, his mother places a quick kiss against your cheek.

"Can you be an angel, and take these out to Tre? We're running behind with the food."

Before you can respond, Trevante's mother has replaced the platter of brownies with a plate stacked high with hamburger patties.

She gives you a gentle push towards the back yard, leaving you no room for opposition.

When you'd gotten the call from her, a few days prior, you thought it was a mistake. Trevante was coming home, and she was inviting everyone in the neighboorhood to stop by the house. Your initial plan had been to not show. It wasn't as though the two of you were that close anymore. Surely no one would notice if you didn't attend.

Maybe that's why you pause in the doorway when you spot him across the deck.

He's peppering playful kisses against the cheeks of his niece. Her giggles fill the air as he catches her fingers before her lips before pressing a final kiss against her forehead.

Placing her down, Trevante picked up the tongs before removing the hot dogs from the grill.

"Can I have two of those?" Colby asks as he stops at your side.

"You can have as many as you want," Trevante chuckles as he takes a step in your direction. "Man, you've gotten big, kid."

Colby nods, his smile growing as he tilts his head back for a better look at Trevante.

"That's what everyone keeps telling me."

Smiling, Trevante squats down before Colby.

"How old are you now? Five?"

"No!" Colby's laughter fills the air as he rolls his eyes. "I'm eight. I turn nine in fourteen days."

"Fourteen, huh? I better start looking for a gift."

Colby's eyes widen at the offer, his head tilting back to meet your gaze. "My momma has the list...if you need help."

"Alright. I'll get a copy. Up top." Trevante winces as their palms collide, shaking his hand out. "Take it easy on me, lil' man. I'm not as strong as you anymore. How 'bout you go play for a bit. Work up that appetite?"

Lightly ruffling his hair, you watch as Colby takes off the yard towards the other kids. Your focus remains on him for a moment. When you look back to Trevante, you find his gaze on you.

He accepts the plate of patties you offer him, his gaze remaining on your face causing you to redirect your attention.

He knows the source of your gaze's redirection is him, but he doesn't look away. He finds his mind picking up on the visible changes you present. It seems now that you're in one another's presence, it occurs to Trevante the last time you were this close to him was two and a half years ago.

Placing the plate aside, he reaches into the nearby cooler.

"Want a beer?"

"Uh, no, thank you." You look up, watching as he twists the cap off of his bottle before taking a sip. "I'm Colby's designated driver. We're going to get ice cream later, so...lemonade for me..."

The heat on your skin causes you to point over your shoulder. "I'm actually supposed to help your mom. So, I'll see you later -- when I come back for the burgers."

"Okay." Trevante smiles. The passing of his eyes over you for a second time causes you to take a step back. "Look, don't be stranger. I don't want another two years to pass before you give me more than five words."

You nod. It takes you a moment to realize you haven't spoken. When you do, you manage an, "Okay."

There is a silence that rests between the two of you for a brief second.

"Just uh...come find me. Colby and I are at my parent's old house."

Trevante nods, his brow furrowing as his eyes linger on your bare ring finger.

"I know the one."

Turning, you start back towards the house but pause as you near the door.

Biting your lip, you release the breath weighing against your chest.

"Tre." At the sound of his name, Trevante glances back. You wait until he turns to face you to speak. Your gaze falls to your shoes. "What did my dad say to you that night?"

It was a question you found yourself pondering more frequently as of late. One you'd never mustered the courage to ask when the first shift in your relationship occurred.

His silence makes you think he's having trouble remembering what night you're speaking of. You had nineteen years worth of consecutive nights spent together to catalog.

When you look up, you find his gaze is across the yard. A soft smile is on his lips. Lifting his beer to his lips, Trevante takes a sip before taking a step back.

He meets your gaze before smiling, "these should be done in about twelve."

Taking a second step back, he turns and focuses on laying out the fresh patties across the grill.

..... to be continued .......

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