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#Yahya x reader
henneseyhoe · 2 years
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Interrupted Quickie
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Yahya Abdul Mateen II x BLACK!FEM!reader.
CW :SMUT, profanities, unprotected s3x, quickie, slight daddy kink.
(It’s something slight for my first fic here lmao)
Summary: Yahya and Y/N have a quickie in her childhood bedroom meanwhile her family is downstairs. Before they can finish, a unpleasant surprise makes them stop.
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"Shit" I whimpered and arched my back in pain as it came in contact with my vanity, a few of the objects that sat neatly on the surface falling to the floor. Sitting me on top of the wooden stand, Yahya made a 'yikes' face, reaching his hands under my arms and quickly massaging my waist to soothe the pain. "my bad" He whispered as he quickly unbluckled his pants with one of his hands, his other hand moving down and pushing up my skirt.
"Whatever. Hopefully you don't moan too loud" I teased, pulling him closer to me and biting my bottom lip. he smirked "me? I can mask my noise, you on the other hand are a screamer, remember that" he argued as he forcefully pushed himself inside of me with one easy stroke, my walls almost immediately clenching around him in reaction to his movement.
"Oh- fuck!" a long, weak moan left my mouth as Yahya started out with quick thrusts, my back arching. "But I'm the one that gotta keep it down?" He made fun of me, my reaction stroking his ego just how he liked.
Yeah, maybe it is kinda fucked up to get my shit beat up in my childhood room, surrounded by purple butterfly wallpaper, dollies, family pictures, and boyband posters. but shit, it's not my fault cause I didn't pick the damn spot.
"S-slow down" I whispered to him, my hands gripping and scratching at his broad shoulders. If it wasn't for the long sleeve he was wearing, my nails would have most definitely broke skin.
Not only were the dollies and other toys on my old, white shelf falling one by one with each thrust, but the more I moaned out, the faster he went, and the faster he went, the more the mirror would bang against the wall, making an obvious knocking sound.
He covered my mouth with one of his hands, the golden rings that complemented his brown skin perfectly pressing up against my cheek, his palm muffling the sounds I made, but obviously it wasn't gonna help the sound of the mirror that was crashing into the wall over and over again. He slowed his thrust but continued to stroke deep inside of me, making me scratch down his arms and arch my back.
My toes curled and my eyes rolled back, my hands now reaching for the ledge of the surface that held me, gripping it tightly. The feeling of pressure had began to rise inside of my stomach, indicating that I was closer to my orgasm than I had thought.
"Fuck, baby. I’m right there” my head fell back against the mirror, his dick repeatedly hitting just where I wanted it. “Cum in this pussy, daddy. It’s yours” He groans and leans in, kissing down my neck. With all the mixing going on, I could barely hear the footsteps creeping towards the door, an unpleasant surprise being on the other side, cracking the barrier between the room and the hallway open.
"EWWWWW!" Yahya hears from behind him mid-stroke, the man catching a glimpse in the mirror of pure shock on three faces. he pulls out immediately and rushes to pull his dress pants up, dropping to the floor and rolling besides the bed to hide from embarrassment. "SHIT!" I closed my legs and hopped down from the vanity, fixing my skirt properly. "GET THE HELL OUT?!" I screamed at them and ran to close the door, the three adults running down the hall.
I slammed the door shut and locked it, realization of what just happened settling in, embarrassment following directly after.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" I panicked and paced around the room, my hands gripping my freshly picked afro. "babe...I am so sorry" I glared in the man's direction, making him stop talking.
Yahya got up from besides the bed, fully clothed, holding in his laugh by biting his bottom lip.
"SO YOU AINT THINK TO LOCK THE DAMN DOOR?" I fell to my knees and plopped my head on my bed "MY BAD-"
"This like senior year all over again, am I right?" He spoke, a small laugh almost slipping out of his mouth. "Yahya...shut the fuck up, please"
{~}
Everyone sat at the table, enjoying their meal and catching up on news or drama, conversation making its way around the table until it got to me and my cousins.
Yahya cleared his throat after sipping his wine, looking around for any expressions from the elders that made it clear that they knew what had just happened. one of my cousins; Tre smirked to himself, ready to tell an inappropriate joke that I would end up smacking him for. serious eye contact was made around the table until I decided to pull my phone out from under my thigh, typing frantically.
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So...who snitched?
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I looked back up from my phone, my cousins glaring at theirs as soon as the text sent. "Y'all chern is quiet as mice over there" my aunt said, chewing her food. "Right, what's wrong with y'all? Why y'all not eating all this good food? Is it bad or something?" my grandmother formed a small frown as we shook our heads. "I'm not hungry" I responded in a mumble, tapping my nails on the table "this wine filled me up" Yahya said, rubbing the back of his neck.
BUZZ
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Lulu-
girl ain't nobody snitched on yo horny ass.
me-
I don't believe you.
Tash-
Damn you'd doubt us like that? You know we know how to keep a secret girl.
me-
Girl bye. Did y'all tell or not?
Tre-
You didn't hear her the first time? No nigga.
Lulu-
You already know yahya would be headless if they did know. Yo daddy would hate to know he "deflowered" you. 😂
Tash-
He should know. She touching 30 already! 😮‍💨
Tre-
Y/N been deflowered, he'd be a lil late. Seven years late to be exact.
me-
Yall think yall so funny, ANYWAY. I was just checking to make sure
Tash-
That's cool and all but we not keeping yo dirty little secret for free
Tre-
Exactly, run us a ten or something cuzo.
Lulu-
What they said chile.
me-
Hustling your own cousin like this is insane, actually
Tre-
Rent due, kid 🤣
Lulu-
😭😭
Tash-
I just like money 🤷🏿‍♀️
me-
Broke! All of you. But y'all got a deal, just don't say shit.
Tash-
We gotchu.
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I looked up from my phone and tuned into the current conversation at the table "mmm, chile pass me some sausage" my mom spoke, pointing her fork at the brown meat on a plate across from her "girl, just have the whole thing, damn!" my aunt said, passing her the plate "girl, you know I love me some of these sausages. They real juicy too!" the whole table cringed, Yahya covering his face with both his hands.
"aight, I'm finna head out" Lulu got up, tossing her napkin to the side "me too chile" I got up from my seat, making Yahya rise with me, my cousins following until everyone separated in the living room.
"I swear I'm never getting hard again" Yahya crosses his arms, sitting next to me on the couch. "should have locked the doors, dumbass" I mumbled, hitting him with a pillow
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megamindsecretlair · 1 month
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Runaway Lover, Part 1
Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. ANGST. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play/swallowing, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, referring to female anatomy as she, all consensual. Use of n-word. Mentions of God, Christian leaning. Sorry if I missed some, I'm rushing, just let me know.
Summary: On a girl's trip with your friends to Punta Cana, getting some much needed rest before spring semester, you bump into Stunna and a whirlwind romance rocks you to your core.
Word Count: 9,326k
Part 2
A/N: This is a wonderful ask from @melaninpov. I'm sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind, I've been watching romance movies all day and this turned sweet unexpectedly. Happy Valentine's Day, my loves. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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“Are you sure this isn’t too short?” You asked your friends. You stood in the bathroom of your hotel suite. The bright, fluorescent lighting in the bathroom highlighted everything. Everything. You wore a simple gold dress with intricate bronze and burnished orange swirls. It was a tad too short and showed a tad too much.
You weren’t a prude but you were also unused to showing…so much. You tugged at the short sleeves, the low neckline, and pinched the areas around your sides. You weren’t sure why you packed the damn thing, but you were drinking while packing. Something you vowed to never do again.
“You look so hot!” Your friend, Stella, said and moved closer to you and faced the mirror. She wore a violet dress with sparkling beads woven in to make it look like she wore a dress made of stars. It fit her deep ebony skin perfectly and brought out the subtle jewel tones in her skin.
You bit your lip, tasting the sweet lipgloss you dabbed on your lips. Abusing your lips was your worst sin and you avoided putting anything on them but tonight, you were all about new experiences. Hopefully. 
“I should change,” you said. You pushed past Stella’s calls out for you to stop and that there was no need. 
Angela appeared in the doorway and trapped you in the bathroom. “Damn girl!” You said. Stella’s sister was gorgeous in a marigold bodycon dress that hugged all of her curves and showed off her perfectly round ass. Truly, an apple bottom that she claimed was her best feature. 
Angela preened under the praise but did not lower her hands from the door frame. “You’re not changing. None of us are changing. We only have two days left before it’s back to fucking school and we’re going out with a bang. They better be throwing us out before the trip is over,” she said. 
She pushed you back into the bathroom. Thank goodness the space was big enough for all three of you. There were wide tile squares on the floor, a discarded hotel towel on the floor to keep you all from slipping, and two large mirrors over a double sink. 
Angela and Stella finished up their makeup and demanded that you applied more gloss. Stella handed you a clutch to match your dress and told you to take the gloss with you. 
You accepted it with a roll of your eyes. You’d likely go through the entire tube before the night was over. You were constantly at battle with your anxiety. Ya’ll really didn’t fuck with each other but it was like a toxic ex that didn’t know how to leave you alone. You could block, skip, and hop away from it but it was always lurking around the corner.
“Alright! Let’s go!” Stella yelled, getting you two pumped for the night’s activities. You all put on your matching heels or sandals, grabbed purses and clutches, and tucked in last minute items you may need, and headed out of the door.
Punta Cana was a balmy destination spot with plenty of resorts. The trip there had been uneventful but you and your friends had stayed glued to the windows, snapping pictures of the local plantlife, hills, and palm trees. 
At the resort, you couldn’t help looking around in wide-eyed wonder, taking in the people and accommodations. You had been here for a few days enjoying the beach and accompanying swimming pool at the resort. 
Everyone was friendly and open and a staff member was always around waiting to answer your questions. The goal of the trip was rest, rest, and more fucking rest. You were approaching your final year of school. After this spring semester, you were officially a senior and would have to enter the dreaded world of adults.
Stella and Angela kept up a steady stream of chatter on the ride down the elevator about what they were most excited for. The adults only resort was a breath of fresh air. No kids running around and no harried parents running after them. 
Tonight, you were going to the club in the resort. So far, your activities have kept you from that venue. You rode ATVs and did a snorkeling tour off the shore of the beach. You also climbed into a boat to watch the local marine life. That part was your favorite.
Angela had to remind you that you were in fact young and it was okay to enjoy yourself. Half the time, you didn’t know where your anxiety came from. You could be having the time of your life and then boom! Your anxiety was snatching your breath away and warning you of an invisible threat. No matter how many times you asked for proof or begged to know what the threat was, your anxiety only shook its head and repeated the warning tone: danger, danger!
You shoved your anxiety in the recesses of your mind. You were not in danger. There was no threat. You were only here to have a good time. 
On the main floor of the resort, the wide open arches and large windows let in enough of the view that you saw the moon ascending the sky. Sunset was losing its grip on this part of the world. Swirling colors of lilac, tangerine, and amber dotted the sky as night approached. The ambient lighting outside began to turn on one by one.
Stella looped her arms through yours and Angela’s arms and pulled you toward the entrance to the club. The music reached you first. Hotel guests were spilling in and out of the place so it must be a popular spot. 
You swallowed around the huge lump in your throat as you pushed inside, flashing your wristbands that confirmed your age and the amenities you paid for. The staff member waved you in with a polite smile and soon you were entrenched in the booming club.
The space itself was huge with plenty of dancefloor area. The upbeat, fast paced music got everybody dancing and shaking their hips. There were pillars stationed around the room holding up the ceiling but other than that, it was pretty much open. There was a bar area on a raised platform filled with tables and chairs. 
Most were all occupied as people looked over the railing at the brave people down below getting it on in various states of fancy clothing. Dresses flew through the space. Heels clacked on the floor. Hands were in the air in an undulating wave like the waters that crashed on the shore. 
There was a heavy smell of liquor and sweat and some type of sweet perfume in the air that tried to combat it. There was no way to combat the funk so it ended up smelling like sweet sweat. But that was to be expected with so many people in one room shaking what the Lord gave them. 
You and your friends made a beeline to the bar, immediately ordering sugary drinks that would go straight to your head. Alcohol was never a proper solution to anxiety. However, you’d take anything for a release from its shackles for the night. 
As you waited for your drink, you bounced your shoulders trying to get your body to catch up to your mind. “Naw, show us what you got, girl!” Stella said. She whistled and encouraged you to dance a little more, shake a little more.
Fuck it. You couldn’t let your anxiety win this time around. You started getting into it, shaking your booty faster and then backing away from the bar. You felt the rhythm of the song, waving your hands and getting your whole body into it.
You backed up one more step and tripped, your body flying to the right. You shrieked, hands reaching out to catch your fall. However, you didn’t fall. Strong arms encircled you. It took a few moments for your mind to catch up to the fact that you weren’t kissing the nasty club floor. 
Your heart roared in your chest, causing stops and starts that made you shake all over. The strong arms pulled you back to standing, righting yourself on your wedges. “Thank you,” you said.
You looked up into the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. Those eyes were framed by a long face, wide nose, and a trimmed dark beard. He had a big smile with perfect, symmetrical teeth encased in hollow grills.
The man had rich, deep golden brown skin that he showed off with a collared navy shirt and black jeans. His upper arms were bulging with muscles, straining against the short sleeves of his shirt. 
He was in a word: devastating. 
“Are you okay?” Sound finally filtered past your racing heartbeat. The way he looked at you gave you the indication that he had asked it more than once. You bit your lip and nodded. You forgot how words worked. 
“Are you sure you didn’t twist anything?” He asked. His voice felt like what hot chocolate on a cold evening tasted like. It warmed you up from the inside out, awakening places that didn’t usually awaken for anything other than your favorite celebrity and brownies.
Your mind was slow, fuzzy around the edges, as it dawned on you that he was pointing to your feet. You moved each leg, leaning on him while you lifted your legs and moved them in a tiny circle. 
You looked back into his eyes and nodded again. “Good,” you chirped. 
He smiled slowly. Fuck, you could watch him smile for the rest of your days and never get sick of it. He was so damn cute. And hot. A dangerous combination that had you acting like Helen Keller. ‘Cept you could plainly see how divinely sexy he was. 
“Can I buy you a drink to apologize for ruining your dance?” He asked.
You smiled and ducked your head, cheeks warming up from the embarrassment of dancing in front of him. You looked down at his hands secured around your arms, at your hands on his. 
You started to move them but he held on a little tighter, unwilling to let you go. “I…kind of already ordered one,” you said around the thick lump in your throat. Come on! Get it together! What the hell was wrong with you? 
“Oh, are you here with someone?” He asked. He still didn’t let you go. 
You licked your lips, the sweet taste of manufactured strawberries coating your tongue and snapping some sense back into you. You nodded and looked towards your friends. They were openly gawking at you. 
“My friends,” you finally said. 
“But no guy?” He asked. 
You giggled and shook your head. “No girl?” You asked.
He smiled and shook his head. “I’m Stunna,” he said. 
You told him your name. He said a few times, rolling the syllables around his tongue like one did to a lollipop. You focused on his mouth and the way he said your name. As if he had been saying it his whole life and never wanted to stop. 
“If I can’t buy you a drink, can I get your number? You from the States?” He asked. 
Anxiety reared its huge, ugly, monstrous head. You were nervous to just…abandon your friends. Let alone your drink. With your luck, you lived on complete opposite sides of the country. You nodded, to give him an answer about the States. But were too nervous to tell him where. To even hint at the possibility that you could occupy the same city and there wasn’t a national alert about it. 
You were sure that he caused a storm of women wherever he went. You would have noticed if he lived around the Bay. You knew that you’d feel him in your blood, taste him in your veins if you lived in the same area. Certain that you would have bumped into each other already. Seen each other somewhere. 
“I should probably get back to my friends. I’m sure your friends are missing you as well,” you said. You reluctantly withdrew your hold on him. Your small claim for the time being. Relinquishing that hold hurt. 
He nodded. As you turned to leave, he swiftly caught your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your fingers. “Save a dance for me? I wanna see more of them moves.” 
A nervous giggle pushed against your rib cage, threatening to spill over. You swallowed it back down and bit your lip. You didn’t want to keep turning him down but your stomach twisted and turned. Danger! Threat! 
There was nothing threatening about the man so you figured that you needed away. You needed space to breathe and think. Time spent away from his spicy cologne that tickled your nose. 
You nodded once more. What were the odds that he’d find you again in this club? If your friends weren’t at the bar, you wouldn’t know the first place to look for them. 
Stunna let go of your hand and backed away, giving you a small wink before turning back to his friends. He was surrounded by a group of guys, all hot in some way or another? Damn. You checked out his back side as you walked back to your friends. 
“The hell you doing back here?” Stella asked.
“What’s happening? Why aren’t you sitting in that man’s lap?” Angela asked. 
“What are you talking about?” You asked. You grabbed your drink, the glass sweating from sitting so long. How long had you been talking to Stunna? And why did you feel like you wanted to run right back into his arms?
You took deep gulps of the fruity concoction, letting the alcohol seep through your system and chase away your anxiety. The cold from the drink burned away the lump in your throat. Being away from him helped. It helped in a way that was foreign to you to name or identify. 
People didn’t have physical reactions to others right? Like that was a thing made up by romance movies to get people’s heads in the clouds and sell more candy in stores, right? 
Your friends hounded you for answers to their questions, wondering what you spoke about and why you weren’t still talking to him.
“I didn’t want to abandon you for some guy. This is a girl’s trip. A relaxing trip,” you said.
“You better relax on that man’s dick! Like you saw him right? Like you saw the way he looked at you? Girl, please tell me she’s not that oblivious,” Stella said, leaning her head on her sister’s shoulder.
Angela tossed her hands up as if she were preaching to a congregation. “Father God, grant your child the gift of sight because she’s clearly blind,” Angela said. 
You laughed, rubbing your forehead at their embarrassing shenanigans. “I’m not oblivious!” 
“I pray that I’ll never do some dumb shit like her, Lord. Smite her and send the nigga my way, because damn,” Stella said. She looked behind you and you panicked, standing in her way to not bring attention to the fact that you were discussing Stunna. You risked a glance over your shoulder.
Stunna was sitting down at a table, faced in your direction. He lifted his glass to you and you smiled, turning around and immediately dropping it. The drink wasn’t helping. Butterflies flapped tiny wings in your stomach. He was killing you. 
“What happened to new experiences?” Angela asked.
“Not that damn new,” you muttered, sipping more of your drink. At this rate, you’d need ten drinks to calm the wings in your stomach. 
Stella groaned dramatically, throwing her arms across your shoulders. “As sweet as it is to worry about us, you see us every damn day. How often do you run across someone that damn fine in real life? In real life? He belongs in a magazine or on TV or some shit,” she said. 
That was the fucking truth. “He probably lives on the East Coast or something,” you said, waving Stella off of you. You were too hot. There were too many people here. Too many clusters of hot breath, sweat, and body heat raising the temperature in the room to dangerous levels. 
You sipped more of your drink. You tapped your foot against the hard floor, vibrating with energy that had nowhere to go. Nothing to do but zip up and down your body and twist your insides. 
“So? You ain’t trynna marry the nigga. Just get down,” Angela said and bent low, shaking her hips. Stella joined her, sticking their tongues out. Stella turned around and bounced her booty against Angela. Angela mimed hitting Stella’s ass and you laughed, waving them away.
“You two are a hot fucking mess!” You screamed. They continued to dance and giggle, shaking their ass and proceeding to make you wish the floor swallowed you whole. 
“Since our girl is romantically deficient, let’s get on the floor,” Stella said. You finished your drink and followed your friends to the dance floor. 
You started out stiff, not wanting to bump up against anyone. You didn’t need a repeat from earlier. Your friends noticed your reluctance and each took one of your hands. They began to swing you around. 
You smiled, falling for their obvious charm. You loosened up and relaxed. The drink finally did the trick and you surrendered to the music. You closed your eyes and felt the thumping beats, the instruments, and sultry crooning of the singer. 
You danced and laughed with your friends, relishing the feeling of being young and carefree. This was what you had been chasing this entire trip. This feeling of being present and in the moment. 
You began to twerk as the music changed, popping your ass to the beat of the song. Your friends cheered you on. You placed your hands on your knees and got lower. Someone sidled up behind you, not one of your friends you were sure. 
You shrugged your shoulders and kept dancing. Now was the time to keep living in the moment. You could dance with someone that wasn’t in your immediate comfort circle. You couldn’t always hang onto your friends like a barnacle. 
Large hands circled your waist and you leaned back into a lean but strong frame. The stranger felt like a man and a good dancer on top of it. Able to match your changing moves. The stranger grabbed your hands and spun you around to face him.
Stunna grinned at the surprise on your face. “I thought I told you to save me a dance,” he yelled to be heard over the music. 
“What took you so long?” You asked. 
“Like that?” He asked, exaggerating his words. You nodded. He matched your nod and then spun you back around. You giggled, breathless at being spun around like a doll. He pulled you around the dancefloor dancing to the fast-paced music with ease. Now it was you that was having trouble keeping up with him.
You faced him now and your hands were in each other’s, dancing with complicated turns and twirling limbs that made you feel like you were on Dancing With the Stars. The song finished and you waved your heads. “I need a break!” 
Stunna grinned, flashing those damn grills. You stared at them, wondering if he took them out during sex. Was he the type to go down on a woman? Stunna winked as he if sensed the direction of your thoughts.
He placed his hand on your lower back and led you back to the bar. You ordered some water and he made you order a drink. “Since you don’t wanna give a nigga your phone number,” he said with a show-stopping smile. 
You rolled your eyes. “Why do you want my number?” You asked. You drank the water bottle at his nudging.
“So I can hear that sexy ass voice in my ear,” he said. 
You rolled your eyes playfully and played with the paper around the water bottle. “You’re so bad,” you said. 
He shrugged his shoulders, calling your name like he was savoring the taste of it. “I’m still right though. I want to keep talking to you,” he said.
You could practically feel your friends on your shoulders like little devils pushing you to give him your number. What harm could it do? You held out your hand for his phone. He dug it out of his pocket and handed it to you.
His total focus on you while you entered your number was unnerving. You couldn’t help giggling as you put in your number. He reached out and trailed a finger down your arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. You messed up on a number and giggled in his direction.
“You’re distracting me,” you said. 
“Yeah? Good. But make sure that number right,” he said. He peeked across the screen as you backspaced and entered your number correctly. 
He smelled like his cologne, sweat, and whatever drink he had throughout the night. You handed his phone back to him. You fanned yourself with your clutch while he looked at his phone. 
He smiled and tapped a few times. “There, now you have my number,” he said. 
The butterflies returned to your stomach the longer you spent in his presence. He liked that he could fluster you so easily and tried his damndest to keep doing so. Your cheeks ached from all the smiling you did. 
You talked more about yourself and your friends and why you came to the D.R. He told you that he was out here celebrating for his friend’s wedding. The wedding had already passed, cheaper during the week, so they were spending the weekend celebrating with friends.
“It’s nice of you all to come out here and celebrate with them,” you said. Stunna turned his head to the side, he didn’t hear you. The music seemed to get louder and even though you yelled, he couldn’t hear you.
Stunna scooted closer to you and yelled in your ear. “Wanna go outside?” 
You looked at him and nodded. You couldn’t hear shit, but you were pretty sure you could hear your friends whooping for joy as Stunna took your hand and led you outside of the club.
Your ears popped as you reached the quiet interior of the lobby. There was a stark contrast between the two rooms and your ears rung. You shook your head, trying to clear the ringing. Stunna did the same, shaking his shoulders too for good measure.
Being out in the lobby, the base temperature felt like frost at the top of a mountain. You shivered as it highlighted buckets of sweat rolling down your spine and between your breasts. 
A drop of sweat rolled down Stunna’s arm and you followed the movement as it trailed down a prominent vein. Stunna still held your hand and you walked out of the resort, past the open pool that shimmered with light from nearby lamps. 
You walked along the concrete pathways heading down to the beach. Before you stepped onto the sand, you leaned down and took off your wedges. Stunna took off his boots, and rolled up his pants legs. 
“Looks like I was smart to wear a dress,” you said and giggled at him. 
“Damn smart. I’m glad you did. Your body in that dress, hmm,’ he said and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. 
“Stop,” you chuckled and shook your head. He was incorrigible. 
“Naw, I can’t. Your ass looks amazing. Thighs I just wanna squeeze. Lips I wanna kiss,” he said. He stood up to his full height and you stared at him.
Soft moonlight fell over his features on one side of his face. The lamps gave a warm glow on the other side. He was light, soaking it all up and reflecting it back out to seem like he had an inner glow. 
You sighed, staring at this work of art before you. You wanted to pinch yourself. You stepped closer but Stunna only smiled, grabbed your hand, and you took off down the beach. You spent time walking up and down, warm sand digging between your toes. 
You talked more, learning about him and how much he loved to read. You shared that passion and spoke about books you’ve read and favorite authors. He took your recommendations seriously, pulling out his phone to add books to a list on his phone. 
“Come back to my room,” he said.
You shook your head. “Won’t your friends be looking for you?” 
“Naw. I got my own room. I ain’t sharing shit with them nasty niggas,” he said.
You laughed, moving away from him as the sand made you trip up. Stunna pulled you back to his side. “See, yo clumsy ass need somewhere to sit. Come sit in my room,” he said. 
You were back in the same position from earlier when he rescued you from falling. He gripped your elbows, standing close enough to lick, and your hands were on his arms. He was too close, surrounding you with him. You couldn’t think past him. When you looked up, all you saw was him. 
You waited to feel panicked and shaky. To warn you to step away and flee from him. It never came. “If I go back to your room, I doubt we’ll just be sitting,” you said.
“I never said that. That’s yo nasty mind,” he said. He licked his lips. “But I like the way you think. You wanna come sit in my lap?” 
There were no reservations. No warning bells in your head. No screeches of noise or racing thoughts to prevent you from biting your lip and nodding. From grabbing his hand and watching each other as you left the beach and headed inside. 
You didn’t talk as you leaned against one another in the elevator. He placed a kiss to your head and you melted even further into him. The elevator softly dinged and the doors opened to his floor. He stayed in the building next to your room. You were sort of relieved. Had he stayed in the same building or even on the same floor, it would have been too perfect. Too obviously a set up by God or whoever was out there listening. 
Stunna swiped his keycard once he got to his room and opened the door. You walked inside the cool room and turned on lights. 
He had a suitcase on the couch of his suite, open to reveal some clothes he packed. He had shoes strewn about but for the most part, he was a clean guest. He closed the door and you turned to look at him. 
You placed your shoes on the ground next to his, marveling at the contrast between your sizes. It looked oddly perfect sitting side by side. You ignored that runaway thought as you quickly texted your friends that you would be late to the room. It was a good chance to not wait up for you at all if this night went how you were expecting.
Stunna watched you place your clutch on the TV stand. He moved about the room, cleaning up but it wasn’t necessary. Just bags and bottles of water that were on the nightstand. 
“I’ll wash off this sand,” you told him. 
“I’ll go after you. Take your time,” he said.
Take your time, yeah right. If you took long enough, you would summon your anxiety like an ancient deity out for your blood. You quickly went to the bathroom and freshened up a little, running the bath to clean off your feet. You didn’t even look at yourself in the mirror. If you did, you would chicken out. 
You didn’t want to chicken out. You wanted a wild story. A story to tuck in your heart and bring out as the years passed and you lived your life. A story that you held on to when you got older and your partying days was nearing its end. 
When you left the bathroom, Stunna had lowered the lights to make it more intimate and softer. He opened the curtains revealing a balcony that overlooked the ocean. He stood outside, twisting caps off of water bottles. He also had a bottle of Hennesy on the small table outside. 
You approached and he smiled when you did. “I’ll be right back,” he said.
He went to the bathroom to clean off the sand. You stepped out fully and enjoyed the breeze kissing your skin. You sipped some of the Hennessy, enjoying that sweet burn. The ocean waves crashed against the shore but from this height, you saw further than you did in your room. 
Few stars were able to wink in and out behind dark clouds in the sky. The half moon shone down onto the beach and over the resort. Stunna returned and wrapped his hands around your waist, leaning against you. 
He grabbed the cup from your hands and finished the rest. He kissed his way along your exposed neck, sending shivers down your spine. You sighed and relaxed into him. He made no move to do anything else, no roaming hands or nasty words. 
“You are so gorgeous,” he said.
You turned in his arms and faced him. “I’m done talking. Kiss me,” you said.
He grinned, flashing those damn golds that have been driving you crazy all night. “You sure?”
You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him closer before you lost your nerve. You finally tasted him, tasted the bite of Hennessy on his lips. His lips were warm and wet and his tongue dived into your mouth. You moaned as he explored, running his tongue along yours and along your teeth. 
Stunna’s hands gripped your arms and moved lower, cupping your ass and squeezing tight. You growled from how good it felt. How wonderful it felt to be in his arms. Stunna hissed in between his kisses, like you were both on fire but he was willing to risk kissing you through the flames.
Your back was against the railing and he pushed into you, rubbing his erection against your tummy. You moaned. 
“Keep moaning like that and I won’t be able to control myself,” he said against your lips. You opened your eyes to look at him. 
“Don’t control yourself,” you said. 
He laughed and licked his lips. He sat down in the closest chair and pulled you into his lap. You straddled him, wobbling a bit since his stance was so wide. Your legs draped on the outside of his and he spread his legs so that he could spread you wider. 
His hands searched under your dress so that he could cup your ass directly. Dig those skillful fingers into the meat of your ass. He spanked one cheek and you jerked in his lap, your pussy rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. 
He growled, fingers seeking your wet heat. When he found your clit, he had no mercy. He began to run his thumb around the sensitive nub. You scooted higher on his lap, needing the friction of his jeans to help speed your arousal along. Not that you really needed it. You were already dripping for him. 
“Mm, so wet. You always sit your pretty ass on strangers and let them finger your pussy?” He asked around kissing you. 
“N-No,” you moaned. 
He suckled on your bottom lip and your pussy throbbed. He was working some type of magic between your legs. Some type of spell that threatened to rip you into pieces. 
“No? You telling me that this is all for me?” He asked. “I get to be the one to play with you?” 
“Yess,” you sighed against his lips. 
“Then I should feel special that you’re soaking my fingers already and I’ve yet to feel you?” 
“Shit,” you sighed. Your arms were wrapped completely around his neck, holding onto him and keeping him close. 
He kissed your neck, licking it, while his fingers finally dipped into your entrance. You shook with a long moan, throwing your head back as pleasure rolled through you in cascading waves. 
“Nasty little girl, aren’t you?” He asked. 
“N-No,” you whined. 
He chuckled. “You letting me play with your pussy. And it feels so good gripping my fingers. Bad little girl,” he growled against your throat. 
His other hand snaked up your body until he gripped your throat. Your eyes rolled to the back as he squeezed with force. He brought your head closer so that your foreheads were touching. 
His fingers increased in pressure and he drove them into you. Effectively fucking you with his fingers. “Say you’re a bad girl,” he said. 
Your breathing was heavy and slow, not pumping enough oxygen into your brain. Or perhaps it was him. Perhaps he was some type of demon, stealing the oxygen from your lungs as your orgasm swam to the surface. 
You couldn’t make your words work. The words stuck to the roof of your mouth like peanut butter. Your mouth moved, working double time as he stuck two fingers inside and rolled your clit with his thumb.
“Say it if you wanna cum,” he said.
“I wanna,” you whined. 
“You wanna what?” He asked. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet. Can’t wait to taste you. Do you taste as sweet as you look?” 
You whined and gyrated your hips. Why couldn’t you say anything? Why couldn’t your mouth work to speak? 
“I wanna cum,” you finally choked out. You leaned your head back. He allowed you to do so and he kissed your neck around his fingers, dipping low to kiss your chest and just above your breasts. 
“Say you’re a bad girl if you wanna cum,” he demanded. 
You were close. Incredibly close. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you moaned.
“I’m waiting,” he whispered against your skin. Blowing air across your chest, around the pools of saliva he left on your skin. 
“I’m bad. I’m a bad girl,” you moaned.
“So bad,” he agreed.
“So bad. You make me feel so good,” you moaned. 
His fingers never stopped pumping into you. Your legs squeezed his and your eyes shut as you cried with your orgasm. Stunna continued to pump his fingers as you came, cooing against your skin. 
“So pretty when you cum,” he said. When you were done and slumped against him, he withdrew his fingers. Shivers still wracked your body. He moaned while he suckled on his fingers, licking up your essence.
You watched him as he closed his eyes and savored your taste. You licked your lips watching him. He cleaned his fingers and gave you a wink. “You okay?” He asked.
You shook your head. “I wanna taste you too,” you said. 
He grinned. “Get on your knees,” he said. You slid off of his lap with a lopsided smile. The balcony floor wasn’t entirely comfortable, but you were too focused on him unzipping his pants. He released himself from his pants and briefs. 
Your eyes widened. You couldn’t possibly fit the whole thing in your mouth?! 
Stunna chuckled and moved to put his dick away but you gripped his thighs. “I said, I want to taste you too.” You glanced at him as you took him into your mouth. He gave you an impressed smirk, licking his lips at the look of you taking him deep within your mouth.
You couldn’t fit all of him like you thought. But you got enough of him down. You hoped that your inexperience didn’t show. You’ve sucked dicks before but he was probably used to throat goats. Used to women taking him down to the base, fondling his balls, or knowing what the fuck to do.
You only knew that you wanted to keep going. Wanted to please him. You drooled on him and released him to get some air. Using both hands, you twisted his long shaft and then suckled the head of his dick back into your mouth.
His eyes opened and closed, back bowing off of the chair, as he groaned. His hand palmed your head and pushed you down on his dick, pushing you past your limit until you choked. He eased up, but you took him how he wanted. Your saliva helped your hands twist around his dick and coat his tip.
“Gahh damn. Fuckin’ nasty,” he groaned. You made a pleased sound in the back of your throat and continued to take him deeper and faster. Your sloppy, wet suckling was loud in the quiet air. 
You slurped him, drops of precum hitting your tongue. You suckled him all down, glancing at him periodically to see the ecstasy on his face. The pleasure you were bringing him. 
“Gonna bust,” he groaned.
“Wanna taste,” you said around his dick. 
His breathing turned choppy before he tensed. You felt his orgasm travel up his shaft before he moaned, releasing his cum in your mouth. You continued to milk him for every drop you could. You swallowed him all down. 
He pushed at your shoulders to stop, sounds escaping him that you never heard from a man. “Too good,” he panted.
You grinned. You wiped at the corners of your mouth. “You’re dangerous,” he said.
You blinked up innocently at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said. 
His eyebrows raised and he chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Remember you said that,” he said. 
He scooted the chair back and stood up, helping you to your feet. He pushed you into the room and closed the balcony door, leaving behind a tiny crack to still let in the breeze from the ocean. 
He unzipped your dress and dropped it to the floor, sighing at the look of your body. You never felt so cherished during sex. You weren’t expecting love and all that crap whenever you took someone to bed. It was more like an overwhelming itch that needed to be scratched.
After the deed, your anxiety returned with a vengeance and you were the first out of the door. No one wanted to deal with an anxious mess after getting off. 
With Stunna, there was none of that usual nervousness or shyness holding you back. You just wanted him. 
Your soaked panties went next. He knelt down, doing all the work of removing it. He kissed along your spine and back, the globes of your ass, and the back of your thighs. You shivered at the attention. The care with which he removed your panties.
He stood back up and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts. He eagerly grabbed them from behind and rolled your nipples between his fingers. He pulled you until you leaned back against him.
“Can’t wait to get these in my mouth. I wanna be a gentleman, but fuck. I just want to break you,” he said.
A vicious tingle spread around your thighs. “I never asked you to be a gentleman,” you said.
He chuckled. “Fair, but I don’t wanna scare you away,” he said. 
“I’m a big girl. I can use my words when I need to,” you said.
“Yeah? Get on the bed then. Hands and knees, bad girl,” he said. He smacked your ass, hard and you did as instructed. You climbed into his bed and got on your hands and knees. 
You were too far away however. He grabbed your hips roughly and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He gripped himself and shoved into your inviting pussy with one savage thrust. His grip on your hip prevented you from escaping. You tried to lean forward, but he held you in place.
He pressed on your back until your chest was against the bed. Your ass was high in the air, giving him total access to you. He smacked your ass. 
“You been talkin’ mad shit all night,” he said. He began to stroke, delivering hard and long thrusts that immediately found your G-spot.
“Oh shit!” You cried out. 
“That’s my shit.” You heard the pleased grin in his tone. How did he find it so fast? 
He continued to stroke, hitting your sweet spot over and over with military precision. He smacked your ass with one hand while the other kept a firm grip. “You ain’t so bold now. A little dick shuts you up?” He asked. 
You couldn’t speak. He was slamming into you so hard, just the way you always dreamt of. It brought tears to your eyes. Most guys were afraid to be rough. Afraid of catching a case once you asked them to go a little deeper or stroke a little harder. 
Not Stunna. He drove into you, seeking something you couldn’t name. It didn’t take long before you were convulsing, shaking on his dick. 
“Talk to me, then. Say somethin’ else,” he said.
“Achgg,” you moaned, eyes rolling. 
Stunna continued to work himself inside of you. His dick speared you. Nearly split you in half. You bounced back on his dick, giving as much as you got. 
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Don’t let me stand in your way. You take what you need from me,” he said. 
Wet, smacking noises filled the room. The sound of your combined fucking pushed another orgasm to the surface. Your ass clapped on his thighs. Your screams were sure to draw the attention of his neighbors. 
He leaned forward and wrapped his hands around your throat. “Fuuh,” you moaned.
Both of you matched each other’s intensity. He pulled you by your throat to swallow every long inch of him. Your desperate thrusts sounded like thunder against his skin. 
“Goh, goh, fuh,” you chanted in rapid succession. 
“So good, so good. Pussy feel so good. You were made to take this dick, weren’t you? You were made for it,” he groaned. 
Your hands feebly held onto the bed in front of you but there was no use. This was so intense and passionate that your orgasm crushed you into a tiny ball and flung you into a tornado. You screamed until you were hoarse. Drool leaked out of your mouth with your whiny cries. 
Stunna continued to hold your throat and pound, chasing his own climax. “Greedy ass. Fuck, you take me so well,” he groaned. 
You were shaking as you rode out your orgasm. As soon as you ended, he began. He flooded your pussy with his cum, roaring like an animal as he climaxed. Your body twitched and spasmed on his dick. His dick hit something deep inside, too deep to know what. But it hit a natural reset. 
Stunna let go of your throat and held onto your hips to keep from falling on top of you. You both panted, harsh breaths filling the room. You sniffled as you recovered, brain quiet for once. 
Stunna slipped out of you and he leaned back to watch his cum slip out. He panted and his breaths fell across your ass and pussy. 
“Fuck,” he said. 
You agreed. You never felt something like that before. Possessed. Owned. It was a feeling you would spend your entire life trying to find again. Would you be able to? 
Both of you were too wobbly to move. As if with your dual climaxes, you had entered a new plane of existence. Being back in the real world sucked. It seemed foreign. You were changed by the experience so why hadn’t the world changed? 
Stunna left to go to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. You cried at the sensation. “Shh, shh, I got you,” he said.
The rough fucking was everything you needed but you were fucking sore. You ached. It felt too damn good for you to complain though. He gently cleaned you up, wiping you down and wiping off some of the sweat. 
You curled up into a ball, trying to will yourself to move. To get dressed and make your escape. You felt like the sex police would descend from the ceiling and arrest you for upsetting the natural law of the universe. 
You couldn’t move. You felt too raw, too exposed. You focused on your breathing, on drawing air in and then out. Stunna returned from the bathroom and you cringed at the picture you must make.
“I’ll leave just as soon as my legs work,” you mumbled. 
Stunna chuckled. “Can you stay?” He sat on the bed in front of you. You were too afraid to look in his eyes. You didn’t know if you were over exaggerating the moment. You wouldn’t be able to bear it if you felt like your world tilted on its axis while it was just Friday night to him. 
Stunna laid down on the bed and lifted your chin with his fingers. “Please, stay,” he whispered.
His eyes swirled with emotion. As if the moment you left, this would all disappear from memory. Until he wasn’t sure if he dreamt this or it was real. It only mirrored what you were feeling so you nodded and he grinned. “What you need?” 
For your skin to feel like it wasn't going to slough off the moment you unfurled. You looked at him with wide eyes. He nodded as if he understood the turmoil inside of you. He stood up and then came around to lay behind you. His hands came around your arms and knees, pulling you into the heat of his body.
You sighed. Exactly what you needed. He pulled the covers over you, wrapping you in a tiny cocoon of heat. You drifted off to the sound of his quiet breathing. The last thing you felt was a tiny kiss behind your ear. 
In the morning, you yawned and stretched. Stunna was asleep next to you. Somehow, you were laying properly in the bed, head on a pillow and his hand draped across your tummy. You watched him in the early morning light. 
This was dangerous. Ludicrous. It was crazy to feel this type of connection with someone else. Someone so obviously built for you yet it couldn’t last. Tomorrow you were flying back home. On Monday, it was back to classes. 
After taking a peek at the edge of the universe, how did you go back to normal? How did you carry on and keep this in your memory bank? 
You had to get out. You lifted his hand to scoot away from him. Away from the oppressive heat that made sweat pool behind your knees. 
Stunna groaned and sniffed, pulling you back against his side. “Where you think you going?” He asked. 
You giggled. “Back to my suite,” you said. 
“You was gonna sneak out? That’s cold,” he said. His deep voice was rough from sleep and it made your pussy flutter. Really? After all that last night, she was still ready to go?!
“Sneak is such an ugly word.” You sighed as he finally cracked one eye open and looked at you.
“At least let me get you breakfast. You can get changed and meet me right back here,” he said.
You laughed. “What if I have plans?” You asked.
“You do. With me,” he said. 
You shook your head. “You’re crazy.” 
He grabbed your hand and linked your fingers together. Your hands were perfect against each other, skin tones perfectly aligned. 
“Please? Text your friends and tell them you’re safe. When do you leave?” He asked.
“Tomorrow,” you said.
“See? Give me one last day until we can figure out when we’ll see each other again.” 
You sighed. You couldn’t say no to that face. Those eyes. You bit your lip and nodded. He grinned, peppering you with kisses all over your face. 
He ordered room service and ate you out before it came up. He moaned and suckled while he did so, grinding his hips into the bed like he wanted to bury his face into your pussy forever. 
When the food arrived, you talked and ate and laughed, sharing more details about yourself but not personal information like the fact that you were in school or where he was working. You talked through safe subjects but all the information you gathered about him, you held it close to your heart. 
Each passing moment spent with him carved out a section of your heart and replaced it with a gorgeous, sexy man named Stunna. You did make it back to your room where your friends gushed over your night. You still had no words but you squealed while you showered and begged their forgiveness while you planned to spend the day with Stunna. 
They encouraged you, admitting that in a move that surprised no one, they found their way to their own flavor of the day. They agreed to come back to the room at a decent hour to pack away their shit and figure out their flight. 
You spent the rest of the day with Stunna, outside of his suite, walking around the resort. It had a small gambling area where he tried to show you how to play poker. He was a very sweet teacher, but you couldn’t make heads nor tails of the rules. You were more of a spades player, but good luck finding that shit here. 
You shared desserts and walked along the beach, sitting in the sand in between his legs and talking some more. Stunna stole kisses throughout the day, unwilling to leave your lips for the second it took to breathe and join back together. 
As night fell, you ate dinner with him and found your way back to his room where you slowly peeled each other’s clothes off. Where you feasted your eyes on his skin. Gasped as he entered you once more and you gave each other untold amounts of pleasure.
Where he held you like he loved you but fucked you like you stole something from him. You came, looking into his molten brown eyes, nuzzling your cheek against the stubble on his chin. He came with your legs pinned to the mattress and his dick threatening to fuck you into the mattress, the floor, and the next floor down. 
You kissed and cuddled while you talked about talking to him every day. He entered you again while you were stubborn, saying you might be busy. 
“Naw, this shit belong to me now,” he said while he thrusted into you for the…third time that night? Fourth? Who kept count while his delicious dick was inside you and you felt whole again? Complete. 
“It belongs to me,” you said.
He grinned and bit your nipple, then licked away the sting. He continued to nibble across delicate skin, moaning when he found your other nipple and tugged with his teeth. You hissed and your back curved, giving him all the access he wanted. 
“Do we have a problem?” He asked.
“Do we?” You countered.
He grinned and then slipped out of you, only to hike one of your legs up in the air. He reentered you from the side, slamming into you until you were crying and shaking on his dick, screaming out his name. 
“Stay talkin’ shit,” he groaned as he filled you up once more.
Saying goodbye to him was the hardest shit you ever had to do. It was like you both knew that even with talking every day, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as lying next to him and feeling him take up space in the room, in your heart, in your pussy. 
He kept tugging you back for one more kiss, asking if he could walk you to your room. You were blinking back tears. You didn’t want to leave him. But you couldn’t stay either. Both of you had places to be, lives to get back to. 
He leaned in the doorframe, holding your hand and not letting you leave. You smiled. “Stunna, you have to let go.” 
“I’on want to,” he said.
“It’s not forever,” you said, trying to sound hopeful. Your words only sounded sad. He sighed and rubbed his head on his arm. 
“I know. I know.” 
He pulled you close to him, capturing your lips with a devastating kiss. You licked his lips, committing the taste and smell of him to memory. “Not forever,” he said.
“Not forever.” 
You turned and snatched your hand. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have the strength to leave. A cold numbness seeped into your bones as you made the trek to your suite. Stella and Angela commented on how melancholy you seemed.
How could you explain it? That you possibly found your soulmate in Punta Cana and had to leave him here? To be happy with texts and phone calls? Poor substitutes to hugging him, cuddling him, kissing him, fucking him? 
You told them that you were all fucked out to explain it now. Ask you in a week. When your heart wasn’t broken and the pain was less intense. Less potent. 
They left you alone to wallow while you all packed up your things and souvenirs. The ride back home was uneventful. You weren’t up to the usual plane shenanigans of talking and comparing in-flight meals. You didn’t feel like eating at all. 
You texted Stunna that you arrived safely and even spoke to him on the phone. But it only hurt worse. “C’mon, we said not forever,” he said. 
The bastard was right though. Hearing his voice in your ear helped but it wasn’t the same.
“Not forever. I just want you here,” you said.
“I know. We did a few things backward, but when we’re comfortable, we’ll arrange something,” he said. 
You talked until you absolutely had to go to sleep to get ready for class. Luckily, your first class of the day was in the afternoon. You had a chance to recover from the plane ride and time difference.
Everything was dull. The California sun was dull. The campus was boring. Students felt like aliens to you, playing and existing in a world that ended for you back in Punta Cana in Stunna’s arms. 
You sighed, not for the hundredth time, as you dragged your carcass across campus and to your class. Settling into your literature class, you didn’t share this with Stella and Angela. You were left to look out of the window, mind far, far away.
Your pen tapped on the desk, picturing that accidental bump into Stunna over and over again. Act of fate? Accident? How could you meet the love of your life only for you to be ripped away from him and planted back into your normal life like nothing was wrong? 
The door opened and you assumed your teacher came through. Whatever.
“Sorry, I’m late. Not used to the campus yet.”
Your head whipped around and there he was. Stunna stood at the front of the class wearing a deep brown sweater over chocolate colored pants. The sleeves were rolled up revealing his smooth forearms. 
He wrote his name on the whiteboard and your heart seized in your chest. Panic made your heart pound against your rib cage, practically screaming to be let out. You sunk in your seat. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.
Stunna turned around and smiled at the class. When his eyes found yours, his jaw dropped and he stared. He stared and stared and you didn’t know what he was thinking or what he was going to do.
He cleared his throat and smiled at the class, introducing his real name. Not that you thought Stunna was his real name, but it was the name he usually went by. His eyes kept returning to yours.
You…slept with your college professor. Your life was over. Ruined. How the hell could you fall in love with your professor? And what the hell were you going to do now?
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The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 2
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itsbackwoodsbby · 3 months
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O M W
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Yahya Abdul Mateen II x Black Fem Reader
A/N: I say this is a sequel to ICU. Soooo if you haven't read ICU...go read it, mamas.
Warning: Smut! Public Sex (Balcony Sex)! Oral Sex! Unprotected Sex!
Summary: As soon as you knew Yahya was done with the gym, you texted him that you needed that dick. He gets ready and gives you exactly what you want.
Inspo: O M W by Tonio Hall
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As soon as Yahya walks out of the gym, his phone rings. He knows it’s you because you have a special ringtone. He looks at his phone and sees your explicit messages. Your smooth bare body, laying in the bed touching your body, lowering down to your pussy. He chuckles and replies, “So, you miss me?” He teases you. Your replies send him as you beg him to come over to your house and fuck you senselessly and how you need his dick badly. He puts his stuff in his car and gets in. He replies, “Okay, let me shower. I’ll be there.”
He starts driving. Though he doesn’t need the hype to fuck, he puts his sex playlist on. The first song that comes on is O M W by Tonio Hall. It gets caught in his head, so he puts it on repeat. His mind is filled with how wet your pussy is now as you impatiently way for him, the many dirty things he wants to do to you, and how he was going to break that pretty little pussy of yours.
He gets out of his car and goes inside his house. He put his gym bag in his gym room. He smiles as that special ringtone goes off again. He looks at your messages, rushing him to come to your house, telling him how impatient you are. He texts you and tells you he’s getting the shower. He spends a few minutes in the shower, thinking about all the surfaces to fuck you on. The couches, the counter, against the wall, and on your balcony so the city can see how crazy you are for this man’s dick. 
“Coming, running to you whenever you say.”
He sings along as he wraps the towel around his waist. He dries off and gets dressed in something light. He puts a hoodie on and some basketball shorts. He places his beanie on and puts his hood on as well. He walks out and his phone chimes that same ringtone, “Yahya where are you?” He texts back, “I am on my way, mamas. I just got in the car.”
He starts driving to your house. The red lights are pissing him off. It is hard not to break the law and keep going. As he waits for the red light to turn green, he thinks about eating your pussy, letting your juices drip down his beard. Then picking you up, laying you down on the counter, placing your legs on his shoulders, and fucking you senselessly like you asked him to do. A car honks the horn bringing Yahya out of his thoughts. The light is green and now Yahya is only a few blocks away from your place. 
As he parks in the parking garage, the phone chimes again and it’s you. “Baby, hurry up. I can’t wait any more.” He smiles and replies, “I am here. I am getting in the elevator now.” He gets in the elevator and leans on the wall. The door opens and he walks to your door being semi-already opened. 
He comes in and sees you lying on the couch, naked. He closes the door behind him, takes his hoodie off, and starts kissing your neck, making you even wetter. He kisses you down your body and he starts kissing and sucking on your thighs. You grip his head as he sucks on your clit. His left hand creeps up on your body to your neck and he squeezes it a bit. With his other hand, he’s fingering your pussy. You cry out as the pleasure is too much already as he pumps two fingers in and out at a fast speed still flicking his tongue on your clit. Yahya looks at you. He rubs your clit as he starts talking you through your climax.
“Come on, mamas. Let that pussy come for me.” He rubs your clit faster. “Yahya, Yahya…” You call his name out in whine. His eyes fill with more lust as your lower half jerks up. “I am coming, baby. I am coming!” You shout out. He smiles at you as you release, moaning a sweet tune. He takes you to your balcony. You look at him eagerly. “Yahya, are you forreal?” You squeal. Balcony sex has always been on your list and you get to do it with the person you love. “Yes, let’s do it.” He gives you a cheeky smirk.
He lowers his basketball shorts and you get on your knees. He holds your hair as you start bobbing your head down his shaft. He grunts as your hand starts to massage his balls. Your other hand strokes his dick as you suck him. You look up at him with a sultry look. He bites his lips in return and grabs the back of your head tightly. Suddenly, he is fucking your throat. Your eyes water up and he wipes your tears and smiles at you. His dick begins to throb and twitch in your mouth. You smile and go faster. He holds your head close to his stomach and he cums in your mouth. You swallow his cum and he holds you there until he can get the feeling back in his body. You are a little winded, but you stand up and look at him. Just in a matter of seconds, he regains his energy. 
He bends you over the rail and rubs his tip against your clit before he fills your pussy up with his dick. You sharply inhale and exhale slowly. He automatically starts pounding inside you. You try not to be loud since you’re outside, so you close your mouth to reduce sound. Yahya grips a handful of your hair, pulls you back, and lowly whispers in your ear, “Let the city hear you, baby girl.” He lets your hair go and you fall back on the rails. “Yahya, fuck, fuck! Don’t stop please baby don’t stop.” You cry out. Hot tears running down your face. Yahya’s hands travel up to your boobs and he fondles with them. The city lights begin to blur as he starts hitting your spot. You whine and grab his stomach, but he pins your arm behind you, “You said senselessly. Imma give you what you asked for.” He buries his dick deeper inside you.
Your body is filled with so much ecstasy. You are shouting at the top of your lungs about how Yahya’s dick is the best and how good he feels fucking you. “That’s right. Tell them how you love this dick.” He grunts. “I love this dick, baby. Fuck I love this dick.” You moan out as you clench tightly around his dick. “You going come on this dick?’ Yahya asks you in a husky voice. Yes, yes!” You shout. “I am going to come on your dick.” You start trembling and your body jerks up as you release on his dick. He slows down for a bit for you to slowly relax your body and hang on the rail. He doesn’t give you much time as he resumes pounding deeper inside you. 
You feel him in your stomach and you feel your body start feeling like jelly. Your legs start to buckle and you grip tighter to the rail. He holds your hip and picks his pace. Your bottom lip starts to quiver and you keep blinking your eyes, trying to say conscious. Yahya starts twitching inside you. “Where you want this nut, mamas?” He asks you. You don’t answer, so he slams into you in between words. “I said, Where… Do… You.. Want… This Nut… Mamas? Inside you?” Your lips quiver more as you moan, “Yes, yes Daddy. Fill me up.” His last slam, he comes inside you. His dick twitches into you for a bit before he stumbles back. You fall to the ground and try to gain consciousness and your breath. Yahya leans on the wall and it takes a while to regain his energy back. 
You tell Yahya you’re done, but he shrugs. What did that mean for you? You were getting fucked into the morning. Yahya made his dirty thoughts into a reality. He fucks you on the counter. He fucks you against the wall. He fucks you in the shower. He fucks you on all surfaces in your apartment. After you got pounded into the headboard, you finally collapsed and you are out for the count. He smiles and smacks your ass, proud that he accomplished his mission.
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berberriescorner · 11 months
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Nobody's Gonna Know
(Part One)
Characters: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as himself x Black!reader (woc!reader), Michael B. Jordan as himself (appearance), and Kiana Ledé as “Jerrika” (appearance).
Summary: What happens when you realize what you’ve always wanted was right in front of your face the entire time?
Warnings: Profanity, daddy kink (you’re not surprised), smut, mentions of violence, drinking, and did I mention smut already😈?
Word Count: (Part One) 4,100+/9,000+. Sorry, lovelies, I couldn’t stop😆.
A/N: Yes, it’s lengthy, but the idea snowballed into something unexpected. I hope you all enjoy it!
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Lounging lazily on your king-size bed, you laid on your back comfortably in an oversized t-shirt. You silently scrolled through Instagram. Your breath hitched at the feel of fingertips gently stroking your calves. Still staring at the phone screen, a wicked little idea popped into your head. You smirked, tapping the add a new post button. Using your free hand, you positioned it atop the head that rested on your pelvis and between your thighs. Not wanting to give him reason to stir, you gently stroked his head, and he relaxed into your touch. The movement of your hand paused long enough to snap the picture. He was none the wiser as he continued to search for something to watch on HBO Max. Eyes still searching the screen, he turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh.
“Soft ass thighs.”
A soft moan fell from your lips. You made sure Yahya’s face wasn’t in the shot. Your digits glided across the keyboard, adding a Nicki Minaj lyric as the caption, “My man full, he just ate💦😘.” You tapped the post button and laid your phone on the nightstand.
Yahya had just licked you to tears. No one knew about the two of you. That you started as best friends turned into a sneaky link. The both of you have secretly been trying to figure out what this was morphing into. Unsure of where things were going, you decided to keep things quiet. You both enjoyed teasing the people in your inner circle on IG (they were all extremely nosey). Thus the reason for posting said pic—that it would sometimes get a rise out of the other person was a bonus.
Yahya received a notification that you had posted. Still lying between your legs, he teased, “What thirst trap are you posting now?” He froze, seeing a picture of his current position. He huffed, “You for real?”
Yahya rolled over, still lying on top of your stomach. His hand rained down on your thigh.
“I thought this was supposed to be on the low? You damn near ripped my head off for telling my bro I was over here in the middle of the night. I guess the rules only apply to me,” Yahya grumbled. His face changed from frustration to a sly grin.
“Boy, calm down. Nobody’s going to know that’s you. That’s what makes it so exciting, you teased. “And why do you have that stupid grin on your face?”
“I just noticed the caption, so I’m your man now?”
“Don’t do too much. They’re just lyrics. Relax, my guy.”
“Yeah, right. When are we going to stop playing this game?”
“What game, Yah'?”
“Stop acting like this isn’t more than just a sneaky link now. I’ve been blowing your back out for over four months.”
“And I greatly appreciate it. Why do we have to get into specifics? We have amazing sex. No need to make it more complicated.”
“Are you dating anyone else? I know you better not be fucking anybody other than me, Y/N.”
“I’d hardly call a few dinner dates that haven’t gone past friends, dating. It’s been nothing but innocent, Yah'.”
His jaw ticked at the revelation of you being in the presence of another man’s company.
“For the record, I don’t make a habit of having more than one sexual partner. That’s your thing, not mine.”
“You refuse to let that shit go, huh? I slept with her one time! We had just started whatever this was at the time. I cut her off once I knew this wasn't a one-and-done situation. Who exactly did you go on a date with, sweetheart?”
The question and term of endearment dripped with jealousy. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for more confrontation. There was no doubt in your mind that the answer would upset him.
“Michael. I know you don’t like him. We just went on two dates. Nothing happened, Yah'.”
He pulled into a seated position on the mattress.
“Out of all these thirsty ass dudes that beg for your attention. He had to be the one you said yes to. How many times have I told you that’s a waste of your time? How do I get you to understand that he just wants to knock you down?”
“Is that not what you’re doing with me?“
“Stop that shit. You know how I feel about you. Your ass doesn't want to hear it because you’re scared. We both know this could be so much more.”
“This is stupid. Why are we arguing? We’re not a couple. This is supposed to be easy and chill.”
“There you go deflecting as usual,” he sighed.
“Do you want me to delete the damn picture, Yahya? It’s the reason this conversation even took place.”
“No, no. Leave it up. You know what? You’re right, love. Lay back down. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company.”
Yahya was the least bit worried about your IG post. It was only for close friends, and he wanted them to wonder. Acting angry was just a means to an end. He had a reason to get his lick back. Now, he had an excuse for what he was planning.
Hearing you went on two dates with Michael sent jealousy coursing through his veins. He made a mental note to keep his enemies closer. Seeing that you were focused on the show, he went to Instagram. Yahya went to Michael’s page and added him to his close friends. 
He wanted to see how your friends were reacting to your photo. He pulled up your page and skimmed through the comments. Yahya chuckled at your best friend's comment. In bold letters, she said, “Okay, best friend! I see you! No clue who that is, but get that head in your comfortable bed! Yaaasss👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾. I expect full details and a face reveal when we link tomorrow. I’m tired of all this damn anonymity.” Yahya laughed, knowing that you weren’t giving up any information.
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Yahya waited two days before he put his plan in motion. He hit your line, inviting you for a movie night at his place. You were sure the night would end on your back with Yahya between your thighs. Anytime the two of you were alone, your hands always seemed to roam. Every time you two gave into temptation, it would go for rounds. Knowing this, you brought an overnight bag. He knew just how to put you to sleep.
Only twenty minutes into the movie, you were already at the edge of the mattress. Yahya placed you on all fours with your box braids wound tightly around his hand. He tugged at them, pulling you into the most perfect of arches. His free hand crept to the top of his nightstand. You were plunged deep into the throes of passion and hadn’t noticed him pick up his phone. The only light in the room came from the television. Pistoning in and out of your tight walls, he managed to open Instagram. Yahya needed it to be pitch black to pull off his scheme.
“Nobody watching this shit for real, baby. Alexa! Turn off the tv in the master bedroom,” he groaned.
The tv shut off as he pulled out and slammed back into your slick heat.
“Ye-yes. Fuck, baby,” you cried, arching your back deeper.
His face lit up at that. He continued giving slow, deep strokes as he recorded you both in the dark.
Yahya made sure this was for close friends only. With confirmation, he laid the phone on the mattress next to the two of you. He proceeded to put in work, going crazy in your walls. Your sweet, soft, and sensual moans were like music to his ears. You were used to Yahya laying some good pipe, but tonight he was on demon time. This man was trying to tear your walls down and ruin you for any other man.
“Feel me deep in your shit, baby?”
You moaned in response.
He thrust so deep that your hands instantly flew to his abdomen. You tried to push back against his stomach, wanting him to take it easy on you. He growled, binding your wrist with his free hand.
“Move your fuckin’ hands,” he half moaned, half growled. His hand let go of your hair and rained down, smacking and grabbing your left cheek. He slapped the right cheek before burying his digits in your braids again. “I thought you could take all of it, baby? That’s what you begged for. Right, love? Hmm? This ain’t what you wanted?”
You whimpered.
A faint “Please, Daddy” escaped your lips. 
“What is it, baby? Use your words.”
“I can-ah!”
“Yes, you can, baby. You gon’ be my good girl, and take it,” he whispered, trailing kisses down your back, fully sheathing himself inside you. His length tapped that spot deep within you.
 “Y-yes, baby, I’ll take it, g-give me that di-Yes, Yah'!”
Yahya tapped at your spot repetitively, sending you spiraling. You buried your face in the mattress, clawing at the bedding. Your release approached, barreling toward you like a freight train as you attempted to muffle your screams in the sheets.
“Good. Fucking. Girl. Each word was highlighted with another thrust. “Yeah, come just like that, mama.”
Satisfied with himself, Yahya ended the video and posted it to his stories. He hoped none of your closest friends would recognize your voice. There was only one person he needed to figure it out, Michael. Yahya knew you were going to throw a fit, but so long as nobody could see you. He felt he could get you to be cool with it. Leaning against you, he licked, nibbled, and kissed your shoulder. He was still plunged deep inside you and solid as a rock. Yahya’s lips trailed over to your ear. Releasing a deep groan, he rasped, “Hope you got one more in you, love. Daddy needs to come too. He pulled out until it was just the tip. About to respond, he plunged deep inside, forcing you to gasp. Yahya pulled two more orgasms from your body before spilling inside you.
He made quick work of getting a warm cloth to clean you up. You moaned at the sweet actions of his aftercare. Yahya smirked at how easily it was to turn you on. He swaggered into the bathroom and finished cleaning himself up. 
Collapsing into bed, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. Rolling onto your side, you pushed back against him, making yourself the little spoon. Yahya’s hand crept from your thigh and up the side of your body. His large palm found its destination as it gently cupped your breast. His lips left light kisses on your shoulder and neck.
“You’re always trying to cop a feel,” you sassed, sucking your teeth.
“You know this is my emotional support Titty.”
“Shut up, Yah',” you giggled.
Yahya bit his lip and smirked as he tweaked your nipple.
“Uhn-uh! If you’re going to be on my body like this, your ass needs to behave and sit still. I’m exhausted thanks to your big dick bandit ass,” you teased.
“You know you like that shit,” he responded, tugging at your nipple again.
He pressed his semi-hard erection against you. The action caused your breath to hitch.
“Tell me you don’t want me again, and I’ll let you sleep,” he whispered, nibbling your earlobe.
About to reply sarcastically, you lost your train of thought as he dipped his hand between your thighs.
“You were saying something, love?”
“Fuck, you don’t play fair,” you panted.
“Come here, mama. Want you to ride me.”
Sliding down his length, it became clear you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.
“Yah', baby,” you whined.
“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to make you feel good. Ride me, mama,” he urged, guiding your hips.
Though he had fallen asleep satiated and peacefully, his morning was the opposite. Yahya jolted out of his sleep as he struggled to breathe. You had covered his face with a pillow while chastising him.
“I just know your big-headed ass didn’t record us fucking and post it to close friends! Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me.”
Yahya's hand tugged at the pillow over his face. He snatched the pillow, throwing it across the room. He overpowered you, flipping you onto your back as he smirked.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want your side hoes to find out about me?”
“The only side hoe I have is you.”
“Naw, sweetheart. I’m your main dude. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”
“Whatever! You better hope nobody recognizes my voice, freaky ass,” you kissed your teeth.
“Oh, I hope they do,” he smiled. “You’re not even mad, for real. I know that shit lowkey turns you on. Listen to those pretty little moans, mama.”
You did your best to bite back a smile but lost. Yahya licked his lips, giving you a million-dollar smile.
“I know I sound good. You ain’t gotta sweat me or nothin’.”
“I should’ve left the lights on while I recorded that shit. Give them something to really talk about.”
“You want to tell people we fuck so bad,” you teased.
“It’s going to come out sooner or later. I’ma make you mine, shortie. You can continue to run from it but in the end. You’re going to be mine.”
Wanting to avoid such a touchy topic, you switched the subject.
“Boy, shut up and feed me. I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast, best friend?”
Yahya smiled devilishly, “This dick.”
“Nasty ass. I want food, Yah',” you whined.
“That’s a whole ass meal, fuck you mean?”
Eyes rolling and smacking your teeth, he laughed.
“I forgot how cranky you can be in the mornings. Let’s get the baby’s tummy full. What do you want to eat, baby girl,” he responded in his best baby voice.
“Can you make french toast and bacon? You make it better than I do,” you asked in a cute tone.
“You know I can’t say no to that voice and face. Come on, spoiled brat,” he teased as he slapped your thigh.
Yahya scooped you from the bed, dangling your body over his shoulder. His hand grabbed a handful of your behind, giving it a loud smack.
“Ouch, Yah'! That hurt,” you whined.
“I didn’t mean to smack it that hard. My bad,” he smirked, rubbing the pain away.
“Lying ass.”
Carting you off to the kitchen, he got you fed and full. Neither of you had anything planned. The two of you spent the remainder of your Sunday binging television and ordering takeout. 
When the time came for you to head out, Yahya felt his chest tighten. He was sad to see you leave. If only you two could figure out where to go from here. He’d have you sleeping in his bed every night. Little did you know, your best friend’s feelings for you had existed as long as the friendship had. He just never knew how to tell you. The chemistry and attraction lingered between the two of you. That is, until one drunken night, he did something about it. He fell back on his couch, missing you already, as his mind drifted back to that night.
You were spiraling down a black hole of heartbreak. Yahya came running to offer support and a listening ear to vent to. 
His fist balled up, jaw flexing as his memory replayed the image of you opening the door. 
Your eyes were bloodshot and glassy as you did your best to keep from crying again. Yahya’s heart sank seeing how distraught you were. He stepped closer to you, and in a low baritone, he said, “Hey, mama.” The sympathy in his soothing voice sent a fresh trail of tears rolling down your cheeks. He sighed as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Yahya’s chin rested on your head as you curled into his chest, body trembling as the tears flowed. “You’re going to be straight, mama. I promise I got you,” he soothed, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He gave you a minute or two to let it all out. Releasing you, he bent back, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears. Yahya leaned forward, sweeping you up bridal style. “Let’s get you comfy on the couch. I’ll fix us some drinks and snacks. Then you can tell me everything, alright?” Giving him a faint nod, Yahya kicked the door closed. He made quick work of getting you situated on the couch. Yahya wrapped you in your comfort blanket. Gently kissing your forehead, he whispered, “Be right back, love.”
He called from the kitchen, “Are you in the mood for something light or heavy?”
“This calls for the hard shit. Bring the tequila. I don’t even need a damn chaser. Give me something that will make me forget the last twenty-four hours.”
Yahya strode back into the living room, alcohol in hand.
“What are you about to tell me, love?”
“Maybe you should take a couple of shots first.”
Yahya set the shot glasses and bottle on the coffee table. His hand ran down his face as he took a deep breath, “Am I going to have to beat his ass?”
You sat up straight, dropping the blanket around your waist. Pouring two shots, you answered, “Just promise me you won’t lose your temper.”
“No.”
“Yah', please,” you begged, voice trembling.
“The desperation in your voice tells me that I’m going to regret this, but fine, I promise not to lose my temper. What happened?”
“Drink first.”
Shots were thrown back, and you grimaced, pouring out two more. After the second, you started to pour another round, but Yahya’s hand gently grasped your wrist, “No-.”
A small whimper fell from your lips as his eyes grew. Yahya’s eyes darted from your weary ones down to your wrist. His hands were like lightning as he slid your sleeve up a bit.
“No, fuck that, mama! Is this a bruise?” 
“You promised, Yah'.”
“Promises are meant to be broken. Where the fuck is his punk ass at?”
He sprang from the couch, searching his pockets for his keys.
“Where’s he at?”
“No, please, Yahya. You promised! I handled it.”
“Why are you protecting his bitch ass? Has he been putting his hands on you this whole time?”
“I’m not protecting him. I know he’ll press charges against you. It’s not worth it. This is the only time it’s happened, honestly!”
“Don’t lie for him. Tell. Me. Where. He. Is.”
“I’m not lying, Yah'. This is the first time. I handled it, I swear. You should see the side of his face. I smacked the shit out of him.”
“Did he hit you anywhere else,” he asked, checking your face and body for more bruises.
“No, I’m telling you the truth. We were arguing about him getting caught up in his lies and cheating. I told him I was done and that he needed to get the hell out of my house. This dude had the nerve to snatch my wrist, demanding I hear him out. I told him he was hurting me. His response was he didn’t give a fuck. That pissed me off, so I slapped him. He charged at me, and I kicked him in the nuts. How do you cheat on me with a bitch I called a friend and have the nerve to be mad that I no longer wish to be with you? The audacity!”
“I pray he tries to show up while I’m here.”
“He won’t. It’s over, and he understands that now.”
Yahya looked at you, not quite believing it.
“I told his ass if he tried contacting or coming near me again that you’d beat his ass. That or he was going to have a chat with Nina.”
“Thought you didn’t want me to put hands on him. You swear your ass is tough with that baby Glock. Who the fuck puts hot pink on the butt of their gun,” he retorted.
“I don’t want you to, smart-ass, but he knows you would. It was only said to get my point across that I was done with him. Not too much on my baby, Nina.”
Yahya sighed, frustrated that he’d have to keep his promise. He reclaimed his spot on the couch, crossing his arms irritated. You kissed your teeth, “I know you're not mad at me for keeping you out of trouble?”
“It’s whatever. He needs his ass beat, though,” he sulked.
“Just leave it alone, Yah'.”
“I heard you the first time.”
The room grew quiet. It stayed that way for a little while. That was until he heard you sniffling.
“I’m not mad at you, love. I just really want to rock his shit.”
“I know you’re not mad at me. It’s just.”
“What is it, mama?”
“Am I not good enough? Dudes do me dirty, and people I call friends turn out to be grimy. You’re the only person who has always been down for me. I’m so thankful for your years of loyalty and friendship,” you rambled, tears sliding down your face.
Yahya pushed his anger aside, taking a deep breath. His hands reached for your arm, pulling you into him. His palm cradled your head, guiding you to lie against his chest. He kissed your temple, speaking words of encouragement.
“That’s just god's way of making room for the real ones to come into your life, mama. You’re going to be alright, love. You’ll shake back from this. You’re strong, girl. The right man is out there. He’ll love you the way you deserve to be loved.”
As he held you, speaking enlightenment into you. Something shifted inside you. Not quite sure what the feeling was, you shook it off.
“More tequila,” you offered.
The pair of you went shot for shot. It only took a short time for you both to get drunk off your asses. In a drunken stupor, you both laughed as you recounted the numerous times you had to fake a climax with your ex. Yahya was in tears, holding his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.
“This man had to be talked through eating the box. Every. Single. Time. At what point do you finally get the gist of eating pussy? I can’t believe I stayed as long as I did.”
“Why did you stay?”
“The dick was big.”
A hand flew to your mouth, covering your lips, shocked at what you had just revealed.
“Sorry. That was probably too much information. I need to stop drinking,” you slurred, no longer able to look him in the eyes.
Yahya cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“Not too much. That’s some pretty useful information,” he rasped.
Your breath hitched as you looked into his chocolate orbs.
“I don’t follow.”
“That’s what you like, mama?”
Yahya’s hand trailed to your neck. His fingers circled your throat, giving a light squeeze. You knew you should pull away, but your mind and body said two different things.
“Yahya,” you whispered.
“Answer me, mama. That’s what you like?”
You moaned, nodding your head yes. Yahya licked his lips at your response. 
“I want to hear you say it, love. Tell me what you like. I want to make sure you understand what I’m trying to say,” he groaned.
The liquor urged you to take it further. You leaned closer, his hand still squeezing your throat. Lips only inches apart, Yahya watched in awe as you answered, breath tickling his lips.
“I love a big, long, thick di-.”
Before you could finish the sentence, Yahya groaned and devoured your lips. Not giving it a second thought, he slid you on top of his lap as your tongues battled for dominance. Hand still placed around your neck, you ground against his lap, loving the groan he released. 
“I can see why that was useful information now,” you purred.
It was evident, even inside his jeans, you could feel that he was massively large. You pulled back, slipping your shirt off, dropping it to the floor. His eyes sparkled at the sight of your breast as he cupped them, kissing and suckling your neck.
“Are you sure this is what you want, mama?”
“Yes, I want you, Yah'. Fuck the pain away, please.”
Kissing your lips again, he held you close as he raised from the sofa. Arms wrapped around his neck. You tasted each other's lips as Yahya carried you to the bedroom. The following morning wasn’t even awkward. That’s probably because you woke up with Yahya’s head between your thighs. A serious discussion occurred over breakfast. Though you both decided it probably shouldn’t happen again, time would reveal that it was too late to turn back.
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miyuhpapayuh · 8 months
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Zora, the sassy sagittarian, turned twenty nine or twenty fine, as Nique corrected.
Having stuffed their faces full of delicious food, from several different houses the day prior, her mom and sisters rounded her up for a home cooked breakfast plus mimosas, took her shopping, got her nails and toes done, got her hair redone, all paid for by Leon. She was being pampered to the fullest.
She was currently being driven to her surprise of the night, about to drive her loving boyfriend up a wall with how much she asked, are we there yet?
“I'm gonna turn around and go home,” he playfully threatens, earning a swat to his arm.
“Stop it! I'm just excited, that's all.” She says, crossing her heeled feet.
“I know, I know.” He nods, pulling into the lot, hopping out and helping her out as well.
“Aw, this place is cute!” She says, admiring the building in front of them. It was quaint and draped in deep blue, the name of the poetry club, Speak Easy, is lit up in gold cursive.
“Glad you like it,” he smiles, holding out his hand for her to take, as he leads them inside and over to the round red acrylic table that seems to sit underneath a spotlight. She hums to herself.
The inside was beautiful, the walls are black and the floors, a deeper blue, giving off an almost velvet effect as the steps to the lower level sparkle back at her.
A waitress comes and sits a glass of white wine down in front of her, and a glass of rum in front of Leon, before leaving them alone again.
“What? Is she psychic or something?” She whispers, making him laugh.
“No, baby– even though that would be cool,” he nods, “when making the reservation, it asks for your favorite drink and dessert. You can order something else, but they start with those.”
“That's so cute,” she dances in her seat. “So a slice of red velvet cake is gonna meet me before we leave here, tonight?”
“Absolutely, beautiful.” He answers, leaning in to kiss her lips.
She swoons, just staring at him once he pulls away. He does the same with her.
“You look stunning, tonight. Like a doll.” He compliments, twirling a strand of her curled hair around his finger.
“Thank you! I feel like a doll,” she giggles, “I don't get all done-up like this unless it's an occasion.”
“And an occasion, it is. I pulled out one of my best fits for you, girl.” He chuckles.
“Aw, and you look so good in it!” She compliments, rubbing his chest.
Thank you, baby,” he says, leaning in for another kiss. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you!”
“Welcome, welcome. As always, we appreciate everybody in the house tonight for supporting us. We've got a lovely group for you tonight, some new, some familiar faces. Our first performer is heading our way, so get ready to be wowed and remember, hold your applause til the end.”
The lights dim to a soft pale yellow, as the first person sits upon the stool to share their poetry piece. Spice is her name, and she embodies it perfectly with her ginger hair.
“Honey with spice,
Simple, yet divine.
Wild, but grounded.
Messy, and worth it.
A woman of many shades,
Personas,
Layers.
Who I am is for me to define,
And for you to uncover.”
“Wow, she's good.” Zora comments, as they all clap for Spice. “I like how short and sweet it was.”
He nods in agreement, his nerves beginning to get to him. He smiles at her. “Y-yeah, she did good.”
The next performer by the name of Bleu takes the stage, and the lights dim to a pale blue.
“In spite of it all,
I came, saw and conquered.
In spite of it all,
I lived,
I loved,
And I lost.
In spite of it all,
I have no regrets.
If I could go back and double it.
Triple it.
In spite of it all,
I'd still tell my younger self
to love just as hard as he did,
And my future self
to love harder.”
More applause, and Zora’s sliding her hand into Leon's clammy one, her nose wrinkling up as she softly laughs.
“You okay?” She asks.
“Yeah, just wanna make sure you're having a good time.” He answers, brightening the smile on her face.
“The best time.” She reassures him with a squeeze to his hands. “I know I crack my jokes about you being a walking poem, but I like being in the places you love to be in.. seeing you in your zone, too. It's beautiful to me.”
Moved to tears, he clears his throat and wipes his face. Her hands cover his own, while she gazes at him.
“I've got another surprise for you.” He says, before giving her another kiss and disappearing from the table, leaving her alone and confused.
“What?” She quietly asks, before looking around at the other tables, really feeling like she was underneath a spotlight now.
Turning her attention back to the stage, she takes a sip of her forgotten wine, almost spitting it out as Leon taps the mic.
“What??” She whispers again, her eyes popping out of her head.
She had just gotten contacts, and she knew she was seeing correctly.
He was performing?? She finally gets to see him do his thing, on her birthday?? Was he gonna perform a piece for her??
She had so many questions that were about to be answered, as the lights dimmed to deep orange, completely moving her to tears.
“In all the ways,
I dream of you.
You're a goddess.
Ethereal.
I happily kiss the ground you walk on,
Pluck every flower just for you.
My muse.
My passion is you.
The most beautiful woman to
ever walk the earth.
To ever cross my mind.
Damn, you’re so fine.
In all the ways,
I dream of you.
The light,
And the dark.
My sun,
And my moon.
You shine brighter
Than the stars.
The blank space
In between stanzas.
A resting space,
A much needed break.
I lose my senses
When it comes to you.
Forgetting how to speak
Is only the beginning of
Just how frazzled you make me.
In all the ways,
I dream of you.
Bold,
Brilliant,
Beautiful.
Captivating,
Enamoring,
Mesmerizing.
I'm hooked on you.
Absolutely,
Always and,
Forever.”
The applause seems to double in volume as he finishes, and a single slice of red velvet cake with a candle in it is sat down in front of her, as everyone sings happy birthday to her.
“What?!” she yells for the third time.
Grabbing the napkin from the table, she dabs at her eyes and looks around in disbelief, feeling like she was living in a dream.
“Make a wish, sweet stuff.” He says from the mic, as he was still on the stage.
Taking a second to think, she clasps her hands together and blows the candle out, earning another wave of applause that makes her squeal.
As soon as he makes his way back to Zora, she damn near clings to him, giving him all the hugs and kisses she could possibly give.
“That was… that was the most beautiful, sweetest thing ever.” She whimpers, wiping her tears away for the second time tonight.
“I'm so glad you loved it, cause I was so nervous!” He chuckles, lacing their fingers together and kissing her lips, repeatedly.
“It was perfect,” she says in between kisses, “you are the sweetest man!”
“I do my best for you.”
Listening to the rest of the poetry pieces, sipping on her wine and eating the most delicious cake, Zora was on a high for the rest of the night.
“Best birthday ever.” She says, swishing the soapy bubbles around in the bath he drew for her.
“Ever?” He asks, tracing a random pattern on her other arm as he sits behind her in the spacious tub.
“Ever,” she repeats. “Tonight was something out of a movie! I felt like the only woman in the world.”
“You're the only woman in my world. That's for sure.” He says, making her giggle and welcome the many kisses to her neck and cheek.
“I love you, sweet stuff.”
“I love you too, sugar foot.”
She never even considered “birthday sex” to be a thing, but the way he put it down had her working her brain overtime on what to cook him for his birthday, which happened to be the next morning.
A day and a year apart, she had to admit was pretty wicked.
“Happy dirty thirty, Avery!” She'd greeted early this morning, pressing kisses to every part of his face.
His baritone laugh sounded through the room as he wrapped her up in his arms, “thank you, sweetheart.”
“I made breakfast!” She says, excitedly jumping up from his bed and into the hallway, causing him to sit up and rub his eyes, and properly stretch.
Coming back in with a plate of strawberry crepes, her grin turns cheesier at the look on his face.
“Look at this!” He exclaims, taking the plate from her. “I've always wanted to try my hand at these.”
“I knew it,” she laughs. “I've only made them like one other time, and it took me like an hour! So try them and tell me what you think, please.”
He nods and takes a bite. Then, another bite. And one more, his hums of appreciation cause her to cover her face.
“Damn, this is delicious!” He says, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
“Yeah, you really like ‘em??” She asks, watching him continue to eat.
“Girl, you finna watch these disappear!” He chuckles, pulling her into his lap, where she takes over feeding him the delicious breakfast.
“Is this how you feel when you cook for me?” She asks, looking down at his handsome face.
“Super accomplished? Hell yeah,” he wholeheartedly nods, making her giggle.
“Did you taste 'em?” He asks, holding a piece out for her.
“I did, but I'll just have one more bite.” She obliges, sighing at the sweet and creamy taste.
Like he said, she watched him make the crepes disappear in record time. She clapped as he hit his victory dance, still seated.
Doing his best shimmy for her, the burst of giggles that hit his ears was another present for his day.
“I got you something,” she says, while they're standing hip to hip in the kitchen, washing the leftover dishes from breakfast.
“What is it?” He asks, nudging her once she starts to laugh.
“Let's finish up here, and you'll see!” She says, flicking soap at him. Of course he flicked some back, right on her nose.
Did the dishes get neglected for a soapy water fight that lasted for five minutes? Absolutely.
Did those five minutes turn into an extra thirty, as they went at it on the counter? Again. Absolutely.
Done with their own shenanigans for the time being, cleaned up and sitting in his living room, Zora sits the box in his lap, a huge smile stuck on her face.
“I don't know which one of us is more excited,” he cracks, the box making a snap sound as he pops it open, finding a stack of gold, square rings— the coolest rings he's ever seen with his own two eyes.
“Woah,” he says, blowing out a breath.
“I originally went to buy you a new chain. Maybe some new studs, but then I saw these! And while you don't wear much jewelry, I thought it would be something of a statement piece to add to your wardrobe, ya know? B-but, if you don't like ‘em, I kept the receipt.” She says, folding her hands in her lap.
“Oh, I'm keepin’ these!,” he laughs, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Thank you. These are super fucking cool, babe. Ima put ‘em on now, just cause!” He announces, pulling them out and sliding them on his middle and ring fingers, holding them up to watch them shine back at him.
Zora's chin is in her palms now, watching him enjoy his gift was the highlight of her day.
“You're welcome, babe.” She responds, pulling his hand towards her, wanting to watch them shine, too.
“Oh, one more thing!’ She says, before hopping up and grabbing the box she hid on the other side of his couch. The complete confusion on his face was priceless.
“How long was that there?” He asks.
“About a week?,” she pauses to do her mental math, before nodding, “yeah, about a week.”
“I’m surprised I missed this big ass box,” he chuckles, making her shake her head.
“I’m glad you did miss it! What kind of surprise would that have been?” She asks with a laugh.
“She’s learning the premise, lord.” He kids, laughing as she snatches the box away.
“I guess I’ll just take this baby back, since you like to play games.”
“Alright, okay. Let’s relax, I was just kidding,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender, making her laugh and hand it back.
Just in case she tried any more funny business, he pulled the lid off the box to find a smaller box with the word Canon written on it.
“A camera? For real?!” He yells, opening it up to pull out the Canon EOS Rebel T7 DSLR Panasonic LUMIX FZ1000 I.
His jaw was on the floor and his mind was blown.
“I've had my eye on this one, girl.”
“I know.” She says, sitting back down beside him.
Unable to find the words, he just fondly shakes his head and stares at the camera, trying to figure out how to turn it on.
Once he does, he checks the battery and aims the camera at Zora, who covers her face.
“Come on, be the first picture to grace this, here camera! Let me see that beautiful face, Jean!” He says, pushing her shoulder with his free hand.
“Okay, okay,” she drops her hands, and he captures her natural mug. Looking back at the photo, he fondly shakes his head again.
“What,” she nudges him.
“You got me the coolest gifts ever. I don't know what to say, besides thank you. That feels inadequate.”
“The coolest guy ever deserves the coolest things ever, right?!” She exclaims, nudging him again.
“The coolest?” He asks, that boyish grin making her own cheeks burn as she nods.
“I'm glad you like your gifts, seriously. I know gift giving is your thing, and you're so thoughtful with yours.. I just wanted to live up to that, too.”
“Zora, let's not forget that you've painted me. Several times. The most thoughtful thing I've ever seen. Hell, you set the standard for me! We could do this all night,” he laughs, sitting the camera down on the coffee table and grabbing hands.
“Thank you. I love my gifts and I love you.”
“I love you too, and you're welcome.”
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Zora was currently making dinner, and even though she insisted that they didn't have to get dressed up, she was back in her little black dress, since he ever so sweetly requested that she wear it for him, and he pulled out another one of his best fits for his favorite occasion.
“Never let an outfit go to waste, girl!”, he said multiple times today. She'd remember it for sure.
Coming into the kitchen, he does a spin for her as she whistles, “look at you, hot stuff!”
The killer smile he sends her way makes her face warm, a couple giggles escape them both as they awkwardly sway.
“There go those angry bees, huh?” He jokes, pulling her away from the stove to wrap her up in his arms.
“Babe,” she whines, “it's this cologne you've got on, too. My goodness, you smell so good!” She deeply inhaled, making him crack up.
“You told me to always keep a bottle of it near, so,” he shrugs, that smile still on his lips.
“Too much,” she comments, dropping her gaze to his suit. “You really have on a whole suit!”
“Yeah, I do!” He says.
“Even though we're not going anywhere,” she continues.
“Baby, we don't need to leave the house to get all dolled up!”
“No, I know! And don't take what I'm saying the wrong way. I just.. I just always felt there needed to be an outing attached, but I honestly feel less pressured, since it's just you here. I mean, you get my nerves going enough,” she rambles, and he just smiles and cuts her sentence off with a sweet kiss.
“If it feels extra, that's the point,” he cracks, pulling a smile from her. “Question. You don't think you look good, tonight? Cause I think you look absolutely gorgeous.”
“I do, yeah!” She answers.
“You don't think I look good?”
“Of course I do, Leon!”
“Okay, then! Our night on the town just happens to be inside my apartment, and that's okay. Right?”
“Yeah, it's perfect.” She corrects.
“That's what I like to hear. You don't even have to put those dangerous heels on!”
She scoffs a laugh. “Please! Ima go put ‘em on just for that! Dangerous heels.”
“Hey, you always complain about them hurting your feet!”
“Yeah, I be a lil sore but beauty is pain! Why do you think I have a headache every time I look at you?!”
“A-ha,” he dryly laughs, “very funny.”
“I thought so too, now go sit. Dinner’s ready.” She says, shoo’ing him out of his own kitchen.
Two glasses of white wine sit at his round table, along with a tealight candle in the center. Zora came and sat down two plates of piping hot food.
“Damn, this looks delicious babe. I gotta take a picture!” He exclaims, jumping up from the table to get the camera off the charger.
She softly laughs at the way he rushes back over and snaps a picture of her beautiful setup.
“Okay, okay. We can eat now!” He says, sitting back down.
“How many pictures is that, now?” She asks.
“Uh… five?”
“Yeah? I'm shocked there aren't more!”
“Well, technically there's only four, cause I had to retake one. It came out kinda blurry.”
“Still keep it,” she suggests.
“Yeah, maybe.” He says before they join hands to say grace.
Digging right into the stuffed chicken breast and potatoes, the same look he wore at breakfast is back tenfold, making her laugh and look away from him.
“Again, you finna watch this disappear.”
“Stop it, and tell me how lunch with your two favorite girls went.” She says, digging into her own plate.
“Well, I was missing my third,” he faux pouts, earning another smile out of her, “but lunch was great. I didn't realize how much we'd all missed out on in the last couple months!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, Eryn was traveling to Florida and back on another business trip, ma was sick for a few weeks, and around the timeframe she gave me, I remember calling her and asking her if she was good, cause you just know when parents are tryna save face and act like their in tiptop shape. She had a cold the whole time.”
“My mama does shit like that, too. It's so frustrating, like let me help you!”
“She swore it would've disrupted my schedule, like she's not my mama. Fuck that job.”
“Yeah, fuck that job,” she repeats, laughing at the expression his face. “This really bothered you.”
“It really did!” He laughs, shaking his head. “But, she's promised not to do that anymore. We’ll see,” he sighs.
“Hold her to it,” she points her fork in his direction. “I do my mama like that, too. She be tryna slide outta her promises too, they think they're slick.”
“I agree. I need somebody to take her off our hands cause she's gonna turn us gray, not the other way around.” He half-jokes, making Zora crack up.
“Leave her be! Cause if a man does come around and scoop her up, you really ain't gon know where she at and how she’s doing.” She smirks, snickering at his stale expression.
“Anyway,” he says.
“I'm just saying! But, anyway.”
“Other than all of that, this has been a great birthday. I always pictured thirty in so many words, and grateful is all I really feel.” He says, reaching across the table for her free hand, meeting her bright smile with one of his own.
“I'm glad I could be a part of it, there's nothing I'd rather be doing than being here with you.”
Holding his tears this time, he gives her hand a squeeze to keep the mood light, even though she's tugging on his heartstrings like crazy.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. Happy birthday.”
Changing out of their fancy clothes after their photo shoot, the two threw on their pjs and settled on the couch to watch their usual cartoons, along with bowls full of ice cream— his was cookie dough and her was brownie cheesecake swirl.
“Best way to end the day.”
“Yeah, getting sugar wasted?”
“Like the teenage me would,” he laughs, sitting his bowl down on the coffee table, pulling her into his lap, sideways.
“Was I too far away?” She asks, biting into a brownie chunk.
“Yeah, I still think you do it on purpose.” He says, snuggling right into her neck. She laughs and sits her bowl next to his.
“I do not!”
His muffled laughter sounds in response, then silence covers them as they sit and soak up the moment. Nothing but the sound of the tv in the background.
“I love you” is conveyed in light sweeps of his fingertips over her bare thighs. Nuzzles against her sweet spot. Her nails softly scraping against his scalp.
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“Shit,” he groans into her open mouth as she grinds on top of him, his hands on her hips, fingertips digging into her heated skin.
“Feels good, huh baby?” She moans, placing a hand on his chest, wrinkling his shirt in her grasp as she moves faster, the clap of her ass against his thighs giving her extra motivation.
“Good as fuck,” he smacks her ass, pulling her t-shirt up to bury his face in her chest.
His nips and licks to her sensitive flesh had her eyes rolling back. His groans vibrate off her skin, her own moans tangle between.
Her hands find his growing curls, tugging just to drive him wild. Both of his hands come down on her ass again, earning a gasp in return. Her arousal doubles, the squelching joining their sexual harmony.
“I fucking love you,” he groans, his head falling back against the cushions. Her ass is still smacking against his sticky thighs.
“I know,” she says with a smirk, pulling her t-shirt completely off. The dazed smile on his face made her throb against him.
Pulling him to her by his neck, she watches as he buries his face back into her chest. Her hands find his hair again, her bottom lip deeply bitten into as she continues dropping her ass on him.
“Fuck, baby..” his raspy groan sounds through her chest, her hips back in his firm grasp. He was close.
Pulling him up to face her, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses all over his face.
“I love you,” she moans, “cum for me, baby..” she whispers, smiling at the way his eyes begin to roll back, her name falling from his lips like a prayer as he reaches his peak.
She kisses his parted lips, the way he's wildly rutting into her and grunting has her throbbing against him again.
“So fucking sexy, baby— shit,” she gasps, feeling her own peak creep up on her, “oh my god.”
“You cummin’, yeah?”
“Fuck-— yes!” She moans with her head thrown back, loving the way he grips her hips and takes over slamming her down on him.
Now, that's the best way to end the day.
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silkythewriter · 1 year
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General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha?
General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha!
Summary: this is a General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha! Enjoy <3
Author note: Hi! Okay so some of they characters I don’t know very well but I’ll try! So I apologize for any Grammar/Spelling mistakes or if they are OOC
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🐺Legoshi🐜
This baby boy is so timid he’s very quiet so talking with him can be like talking to air because sometimes you don’t get a response. He’s not being rude don’t get me wrong! It’s just he’s spends so much time listening that he forgets to answer
He likes picking random flowers for you of any kind!, he even picks out all the little bugs for you but he just puts them on a new flower cause he doesn’t have the heart to hurt them
He doesn’t really like eating lunch together cause he has to show his sharp teeth and he gets scared if you look at them for to long, even if your a Carnivores or Omnivores it still triggers something inside him
You have to defend him from rude,nasty comments cause I feel like most of the time he won’t stand up for himself. He tells you not to cause he doesn’t want you to get insulted or worse but you have to reassure him your fine
If your comfortable with it he would love to show you the bugs he found and let you hold them! But if you don’t like bugs that’s completely fine too but if there’s one you want to kill he probably won’t do it he’ll just grab em and put it outside where it can touch you
Loves rambling about bug facts and such but if he notices you getting bored or he’s rambling for too long he’ll shut up right away
He does get protective if needed too even if your bigger then him and stronger that doesn’t matter to him he just worry’s a lot
Overall all a bit timid and shy but he will defend you when needed too he’s really sweet <3.
🦌Louis💵
First of all get ready to run from the angry fan girls if they ever find out about your relationship 🏃💨
You guys most likely keep it the relationship a secret for both of you and Louis sake and status because people would go wild if they found out about you guys
He’s a gentleman most of the time so expect him opening the doors for you or giving you flowers and other stuff even if your a man or non-binary etc
Loves buying you small or big things like roses to chocolates or a Diamond ring or anything else you can want, You can also ask and he’ll gladly buy you whatever you need!
Makes you always watch his performances he always save you a seat in the front row just so he can make sure your there he says he preforms better knowing your there
I feel like he’s one of those boyfriends that when you text them about ANYTHING his already there even if he isn’t needed like let’s say you texted “I love you” he’ll show up at your door with gifts to say I love you back
He loves playing with your hair/fur it’s soothing to him he’ll even detangle anything ( with Care of course ) also loves to put something in it to decorate it like flowers and such
He makes sure your under control and is kinda strict sometimes like let’s say your up at 1AM or so he’ll force you to go to sleep because it’s important to get a full nights rest even if he sometimes doesn’t get it himself
Overall a very chill and caring boyfriend but can be distant sometimes but most of the times he’s always there for you!
🐼Gohin🎋
I feel like he’s very blunt about stuff so if he doesn’t like it or feels annoyed by someone/something he won’t hesitate to speak up about it
Im guessing he somewhat knows medical stuff so he will definitely take care of you himself if the injury isn’t that major
Doesn’t let you go out alone ESPECIALLY at night thats when the streets get even more dangerous
Depending on how long you guys are in a relationship, he’ll let you trace he’s scar you just gotta be careful
Legoshi once met you by accident in the store and you guys talked for a bit before you started talking about your boyfriend
I feel like he’s actually probably a good cook so he’ll definitely show you how to cook or just make you something
Gives you a small pocket knife when ever you go alone just in case he gets worried
Won’t ambit it but loves when you rub his head or ears it soothes him a lot
Overall a bit over protective but for good reasons he knows how cruel the world can be and he just wants to protect you from it
WARNING:The characters below are EXTREMELY outta character I’m assuming cause I know basically nothing about them cause I just got into the fandom a few weeks ago so I apologize! So sorry!
🐴Yafya⚖️
He seems nice and friendly but behind the scenes i feel like he isn’t much
Like Gohin he’s probably protective aswell and just a inch more intense
He lets you brush his his mane once in awhile when you guys have time to chill out with each other!
Maybe a romantic? I’m not sure but he’s definitely get you some gift here and there as a surprise!
“Why the long face?” “Y/n I swear to god if you say that one more time-“
He has many enemies so due to that he most definitely has to keep this relationship under wraps and has to make you Care at least a small weapon Just in case something happens
he barely eats any un healthy, he basically only eats healthy foods he won’t force you to join but he would love if you did he’d even make some food for you!
He sometimes likes to put his coat on you when you get cold so you don’t freeze
Overall a pretty good boyfriend! Just hard to be with due to all the enemies he has but you guys make it work
🦎Gosha🦎
He’s real calm and probably has a lot of patience especially if you guys are fighting or your mad
Legoshi loves you to death and likes to hang out with you when he can
I don’t know much about him but I feel like he has a past you probably do t know about and probably one he doesn’t wanna tell you
Like Legoshi he’s probably someone who would rather avoid conflict than face it head-on so in arguments it could be a bit annoying
Even with this in mind when it comes to his family he’d put that aside he cares about them deeply
He spends most of his time with you and would probably like to stay that way I feel like he wouldn’t mind hanging around other people but he’d prefer to stay around you most of the time
Overall a bit like legoshi I think they kinda share the same personality in my eyes
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Sorry this took so long! I’ve had a busy week also sorry if they are OOC I’ve only been in this fandom for a bit so I don’t know much about the characters I still hope you enjoyed!
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sheabuttahwrites · 10 months
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“Oh, shit. What’s up?” He smiled back and it was even more killer in person. Especially with the surprise of gleaming gold fangs and the matching slugs I could see peeking from behind his bottom lip. I had to remind myself to breathe. “You came.”
“I told you I was on the way.”
“Nah, I thought you was fucking with me.” Laughter took over the conversation as he opened the door a bit wider, stepping aside. “Come on in.”
Hell, I could barely believe I’d shown up myself. I had never really been shy, but he’d brought a boldness out of me that even I hadn’t seen.
When I passed him, I noticed that he was still significantly taller than me in four inch heels. Damn. Not like I wasn't overdue for a climbing lesson anyway. The scent of his cologne was also quite alluring. The woody, smoky fragrance pervaded my senses, warming all the spots that shot had missed. Of course he would smell just as good as he looked. He may not have believed I would be there tonight, but he had damn sure been prepared. 
“I can take your jacket.” 
“Oh, sure.” I went to slip it from my shoulders, but he circled behind me and took the collar into his hands. 
“Here, I got you.” 
Taken aback by his unexpected chivalry, I was stuck watching him walk back to the closet to carefully put it away. 
“This is dope. The gold on here go crazy.”
“Right? I thought the same thing. Had to have it.”
“Good choice.” He grinned as he strolled back over to me. “I like your whole get-up, though. You look good, girl.” The intensity he radiated in person was unreal. His blinding smile. Those piercing brown eyes. The once-over he gave me felt like he was sexing me up already. 
Of course, I was a flustered mess. “Thank you.”
“What’s in the bag?”
I held up my bottle for him to see. “Wine. Actually, could I put it in your fridge?”
“Yeah.” He reached for it, so I gave it to him. Then he nodded to the left. “This way.” 
We left the foyer and I followed him past a gorgeous living area, subtly admiring my surroundings. The height of the ceilings had caught my attention right away. All of it was stunning. Far from the bare walls, futon, and flat screens I had half expected. Off white walls and dark wood floors made up the most of it, but the decor was so sophisticated and refined. I’d already clocked a painting and coffee table that I wanted for myself. I could tell it had been carefully curated. I should've known he would give nothing less. We walked through an arched doorway into a kitchen that made me feel like cooking for some strange reason. Just like everything else I’d seen, it looked like something from a magazine. Shades of gray, black, white and green complemented each other well among all the satiny stainless steel. There were even fresh tulips sitting in the middle of the island. I was giving one of them a smell when he came over, leaning up against the marble counter with me. 
“I put it in the freezer for you.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” Having to look up was already doing something different for me, but the way he was smiling down at me made it so much worse. Prolonged eye contact was his thing, I’d already gathered. It felt like he was staring into my soul. Whew! “I’m glad you came.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Not every day something this fine just lands on your doorstep.”
My head dropped into a faint laugh. “Baby, you ain't gotta butter me up. I’m already here.”
“I ain't tryna do nothing of the sort. I meant what I said.”
“Ok. So, you just be up in here by yourself?”
“Most of the time, yeah.”
I smacked my lips, less than convinced. “Yeah, aight.”
“You a trip,” he chuckled.
“Nah, you the one.”
“How?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I said, grinning as I waved him off. 
“I got no reason to lie, mama. Like you said, you already here.” He wet his bottom lip before moving his eyes down my body once more. I shuddered. “I really don’t be having company like that, though. I know it might not seem like it, but I’m usually a pretty private person. I don’t like too many people in my business.”
“So, why you breaking all your rules for me then?”
“I don’t know…” He leaned a little closer. “Just something about you.” 
I rolled my eyes through the inevitable smile that followed his and that sly admission. “You know what, I know I just gave it to you to put away, but could I pour myself a glass?”
“Oh, yeah. Fasho.” He walked back over to the freezer and pulled out my bottle. Then he went to a cabinet for a wine glass before taking an electric corkscrew from a drawer. Once the bottle was open, he stepped back, presenting it all to me with an outstretched hand. 
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
I poured myself a big glass, just low enough to prevent any spills while I walked.
“You only brought one glass. You don't want any?” 
“Nah. I’m more of a Hennessy man, myself.”
“Aah, ok.”
“I can put it back for you, though.”
“I think I’ma just keep it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, this is good enough.”
“Aight.” He reclaimed his position at the island. “So, um, I feel like you breaking some of your rules for me, too.” 
“…Maybe,” I said, after finishing a big sip. 
“How you get so brave?”
I frowned. “Why you saying that like you about to chop me up and plaster me into your walls?”
“Damn, girl.” I cracked at the sudden shock that appeared on his face and we laughed so hard. “I’m just saying. You know women ain’t safe out here. Especially Black women.”
“Yeah, my girl wanted me to stay home real bad. But I don't know. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance. Plus, you didn't give me serial killer vibes. Didn’t see a windowless van on the premises either, sooo…”
His smile was beaming as we shared another laugh. “You funny.”
I shrugged a shoulder, preparing for my next sip. “So I’ve been told.”
He waited for me to finish before he motioned his head toward where we had just come from. “Come on.” Then he turned to walk off, and, once again, I followed. 
“And, anyway, for all you know, I could be crazy.”
Without hesitation, he replied, “Oh, I can take you.”
I gasped in false disbelief. “Excuse you. I could have weapons of mass destruction.”
“What? Like a chainsaw?” 
He glanced back at me as we neared the stairs and I busted out laughing. “Now that wasn't even me. My girl put that one in my head.”
“What she think, I’m Leatherface?”
“Shit, you never know nowadays.”
“You ‘bout right. But you can let her know you in good hands.”
“I figured as much.”
He smiled, stopping at the stairs. “After you,” he said, holding his arm out for me to step ahead of him.  
After giving him my bottle, I grabbed the glass railing with my freed hand. I made my way up the curved staircase, swaying my little bit of booty in case he was watching, and losing count of how many steps I was taking. 
“You better catch me if I fall.”
“I got you.” I laughed to myself as we finally reached the top. I waited for him to take the lead again and he came around me, settling his hand on my waist. “This way, mama.”
A floral, citrusy scent met me as soon as I stepped into his bedroom. Probably from the candles lit in various spots all around it. They also provided the light, along with two lamps on the wall framing the head of his bed. “It smells so good in here.”
“I tried to hook it up for you a lil bit.”
“I like it.” The click of my heels on his gray hardwood floors was briefly muted as I strutted onto an oversized circular rug en route to his bed. The couch was nice and spacious, but the bed was much more inviting. The comforter looked cloudlike and the corner of the sheet that was exposed looked fresh. It was huge, too. Likely out of necessity. I sat on the edge and stared over at the window wall across from me as I took a feel. It was just as comfortable as I’d presumed, maybe even more. “Why you way over there? You got—what you called me?—‘something this fine’ all in your bed, and you just gon’ stand there?”
He smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I said.”
“Come here then.”
“You on my side, though,” he teased, swaggering toward me in his crisp white tee and gray joggers.
I kicked my shoes off before sliding myself to the opposite side. “Better?”
“Much.” He came over and sat against the fluted headboard as I sat just a couple feet away from him. At that point, I took my phone from my purse and killed the power. I was not about to let anybody spoil my night. “What kind of music you like?”
“I’m an R&B junkie.”
“Ok.” He picked up his phone, plugged up on the table beside him. “Let me guess. 90’s and early 2000’s, right?”
“Duh! I love my oldies, too, though.”
“Word?”
“Yes. I spent the first fourteen years of my life almost exclusively with my grandparents. They blessed me.”
“Ok. What you know about this then?” After a couple taps, ‘Spend The Night’ by The Isley Brothers began to play. 
“Boy, what? This my shit.” 
“…You grooving your ass off, this really your shit.”
I howled, because I hadn’t even realized. Maybe it was the near-emptiness of my glass that had my shoulders and waist moving without my knowledge. 
“Anyway. So, what’s your favorite genre?”
“My music taste kinda eclectic. I like a lil bit of everything.”
“Like what?”
“Funk. Bounce. Jazz.”
“Okayyy.”
“R&B,” he continued, making sure to look me in the eye for that one. “House.”
“Ooh, I love House.”
“Yeah. But that’s just a few.”
I nodded. “Ok, next question.”
“What’s up?”
“Why you sit my bottle so far awaaaay?” I whined, staring longingly toward his dresser as I went to leave the bed. He laughed. 
“My bad. I’ll get it for you.”
“I’m just messing with you. I got it.” I walked over to fill my glass again, bobbing my head to my jam. 
“You mind if I smoke?”
“This your place, baby. You can do whatever you want.”
“Yeah, but you my guest. And, if I’m a bad host, you might not wanna come back.”
I squinted up at him, twisting my lips to try and hide my smile, but it didn't work. The charm was just too potent. “It’s cool. Spark up.”
“Aight.” 
He leaned over and reached into his top drawer for this little box. I couldn't see inside it, but he pulled out a pre-rolled joint and I just assumed that there were more. This nigga was a stoner in the truest sense. 
The level of my glass was starting to fall again and the wine had to be going straight to my feet. Instead of returning to my seat, I opted for a cute little two-step and a couple of slow spins, quietly singing along with Mr. Biggs and Angela Winbush between sips. The song sounded better than it ever had. 
“I’m glad I chose this cut.” 
I opened my eyes to see that Yahya had changed his position, lying back on his elbows at the edge of the bed and facing me. It took all I had to keep it together. My face was on fire. “Why?”
He smacked his lips at me and took a long drag from the J. I giggled as he aimed his face toward the ceiling to release the smoke, promptly sucking it back into his mouth before it could get away. “I think you know why.” He brought his eyes back down to mine, smiling while smoke rolled from his lips and nose. 
I returned his smile. Of course I knew. “What that shit taste like?”
“You never smoked before?” he asked with a wrinkled brow.
“Nope. I told you I didn't smoke, remember?”
“Yeah, I know. But you never?”
I shook my head. “Not even once.”
“You wanna try it?”
I bit the inside of my lip, not really sure if I should. The scent of weed was something I usually just tolerated, but this didn’t smell too bad. Either that or my fascination with this man had me highly delusional. Probably. “Mmmm…” Fuck it. Might as well since I was taking a walk on the wild side for the night. Plus, I’d always wanted to try it at least once. Just to see what all the fuss was about. “Yeah.” I shrugged it off and left my glass on a nearby table, but then it hit me that I had been drinking. “Wait. Should I be doing this with alcohol?”
“It ain’t gon’ do nothing to you.”
“But am I really supposed to mix the two?”
He just sat up and reached for me, signaling me over with his fingers. “C’mere.”
I sighed, quelling most of my concerns and taking his hand. He didn’t let me make a single step, pulling me right into his hard chest. He hurried his arm around my waist as my screaming morphed into shared laughs. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” I looked down into his eyes, resting my arms on his shoulders to help get my bearings. The laughter soon faded. Smiles went next. 
“Mmmm,” he groaned, biting his lip with those gold fangs on full display. 
That same breathless feeling that had hit me at my computer, smacked the shit out of me again. Just a hundred times stronger. Seeing his brand of fine this close up was devastating. Everything that looked so damn good from afar held all of its integrity and then some. The beard, the lips, the skin, the teeth. Truly immaculate.
“Youuu… are dangerous.” I capped the sentiment with a giggle, but I was not joking. 
He frowned with a telling grin in the forefront. “What? I’m harmless.” The elevation in his tone further confirmed the lies.
I pushed myself back up to my feet, flustered as fuck and almost hating how he could make me this way so effortlessly. I really had no idea I was so foldable and, though the circumstances were lovely, I didn’t know how to feel about it.
“Fuck that.” 
He laughed and held the joint up to my lips. “Go slow.”
I looked at it and then back to him, still slightly unsure, but I went ahead. The regret was instant. I choked, coughing up what little smoke I had brought in. And, to make matters worse, he had the nerve to be laughing while I was fighting for my life. 
“Naaah, not like that.”
I shook my hanging head. “That’s ok. I don't want to anymore,” I said, fanning myself and trying to catch my breath.
“Come on. I got you.”
I smacked my lips, looking into his half-lidded eyes with my own, and caved without an ounce of pause. Shameful. “...Ok. But, if I don't get it this time, I’m done. And don't laugh.”
“Aight, aight. I won’t laugh.”
“You better not,” I teased, rolling my eyes. 
He brought that shit up to my lips again, but, this time, he rested his free hand on my hip. I didn't pay it much mind. I was more focused on preparing myself for this second pull that was probably about to kill me.
“Go slow.”
I followed his instructions and took a relaxed drag. But I forgot to stop, and this nigga just let me keep going. My eyes popped when I realized what I had done. I stood there, cheeks puffed to the brim, not knowing what the hell to do. Again, Yahya was cracking up. I, on the other hand, started to freak out, groaning frantically and tapping at his arm.
“Just open your mouth, girl.” 
I opened up and the smoke billowed out and began to float away. 
“Now catch it. Inhale.” 
I did what I was told once again and watched as some of it disappeared back into my mouth.
“Ok, hold it… now breathe.”
I let go and, surprisingly, all of it came out without me bringing a lung up with it. “I did it!” I beamed, celebrating my first successful puff of Mary.
“Started off a lil rocky, but you finished strong.” I laughed with him, feeling too triumphant to check him for rejoicing in my struggles. “You wanna hit it again?” he asked, after taking another puff. 
I nodded. I felt like I had it down, but I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. If I could do it two times in a row, that meant I could really do it. Feeling myself, I even took it from his hand when he brought it over to me. 
“Oh, shit. Ok. You a pro now, huh?”
I was too tickled, but in the merriment I still noticed that he had led his newly unoccupied hand down to my other hip. He kneaded his fingers into me, getting a nice, thorough feel. Naturally, my mind began to wander, imagining all the filthy, disgusting things he could do to me with those huge hands. I looked down at him and he was already staring back. His face was the most relaxed it had been all night. He took his gaze down to where my thighs met and I would swear I heard my girl sigh. This man was so fucking sexy it was almost infuriating. I had to look away. I took another successful pull, reveling in all of this delectable sin, and he carefully slid his hands around to my ass. The pungent smell of weed had possessed the air, the taste of the flower and a little wine were sweet on my tongue, and the sensual poetry of love songs gave us all the right directions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this bad. 
“How you feelin’?”
I opened my eyes, tilted my head and brought my hand up to mimic a chef’s kiss.
“See? Stick with me, I can show you some thangs.” I tucked what was left of the J between his lips and he hit it one last time before sitting it over in the ashtray. Then he pulled me closer. 
I smiled and bit my lip, gently placing my hands to his chest. When I started to back away, he smiled up at me and loosened his grip, but I could tell he didn't really want to let me go. 
“Where you goin’?”
I simply shook my head as I left his grasp. I just wanted to play around with him, make him chase me a little bit. The O’Jays were singing ‘Forever Mine’ and, somehow, I could feel it in my body. Whatever Yahya had for me, I was readyyy! I turned away and clutched the bottom of my shirt with both hands, pulling it up over my head and dropping it to the floor. Not a second later, I could see his reflection in the window standing from the bed. Off came his shirt in one swift motion as he walked, then I felt him slide up behind me. The chase was over. 
With his hands at my sides, I swayed to the hypnotizing melodies, savoring how good his bare skin felt next to mine. “I love this song.” I spoke quietly, fully entranced. My hands found their way to his, and the difference in size fucked me up even more. I was leading them around to where I needed them, when he latched onto the softness of my belly and started to move toward the window. I shuffled the short distance with him until I was standing directly in front of it. He eased his hold on me and grabbed my hand, placing it onto the glass a little above my head. I looked out over his backyard, wondering if any of his neighbors could see us. Part of me hoped someone could as he played around with the waist of my jeans, touching my skin in light whispers. He crept over to the button, undoing it, what felt to be, intentionally slow. My zipper came down at the same chilling pace. With parted lips, I looked toward his hand as I felt it slide into my pants. He started to rub my pussy over my panties and they soaked through on contact, trapping my next breath in my throat. 
“Say. How you like it, mama?” He easily caught the rhythm of my subtle grind. “You like slow and steady?” 
I scratched the glass with his hand still on top of mine, feeling his dick right against my ass. Flames flickered in the near-darkness, but, clearly, we were the hottest in the room. He moved my panties to the side and slipped through the flood until my clit was pounding into the tips of his fingers. A shy moan had barely made it past my lips when he sank them deep. I whimpered loudly, gripping his arm and bending my other hand into a fist, buckling under the pressure.
“Or you like that hood shit?” He brought his hand down from the window and fixed his arm across my chest, guiding me back into him while he clung to my breast. “Hm?”
I didn't answer. I wasn’t even breathing. Despite me being highly inebriated, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.
“Why you bein’ so quiet?” he finally asked, lips brushing sweetly against my ear. Then he laid a soft kiss just underneath it. “You said you came to fuck. Don’t get all shy on me now.” 
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555sage · 2 years
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SUMMARY — calling my favorite men pretty.
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DAVE EAST
You and Dave sat courtside at the Wizard’s game. Dave was watching the game as it went on. Your arm was entangled with his, you just couldn’t help but to always have yourself on Dave in some type of way. It was one of your love languages and he knew it. Dave also loved the feeling of you on him which makes you feel better because you did not want to seem too clingy. But, Dave is always reassuring you that he loves your physical affection.
You looked up at the Jumbotron— watching as they replayed the last play in the game by Kyle Kuzma. After, they started showing celebrities and influencers on the screen. A big smile came across your face when Dave’s face appeared on the screen. You tapped his thigh and point at the screen. “Look.”
He looked at the camera in front of him and smirked. Such a pretty face, you thought.
The cameramen went off to film the next people that sat in the rows above us.
“You’re so pretty.” You leaned into him watching him closely.
He deeply chuckled, “I’m what mami?”
“Pretty.” You shrugged.
“Mhm no, that’s you all you baby.” He hummed leaning in to give you a kiss
You pulled away and put your hand up to his lips, “Unh-uh pretty boy.”
He looked at you confused, “What’s wrong?”
“Tell me what I wanna hear first.” You smirked at him.
“Mami you serious right now?”
“So serious.” You gave him a big smile.
“I’m pretty and shit.” He muttered. “Now stop playing and give me them lips girl.”
You once again rejected his kiss, “I couldn’t hear you baby boy.” You giggled knowing full well you heard him say what you wanted.
He smacked his lips and leaned in closely, “I’m pretty.”
The feel of his warm and minty breath made you shudder. You held back the moan that was threatening to come out.
“Hmm? Can I kiss my lady now?” His tongue swipes across his lips.
You give in, “Yes you can my pretty boy.” You press your glossy lips against his. 
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“Wanna taste?”
You held your fork full with mashed potatoes up to Yahya for him to taste. Yahya for no reason at all had a reservation set for you two at your favorite steakhouse. The things he does for you unexpectedly is what makes you love him more.  
Yahya opened his mouth welcoming the taste of garlic parmesan mashed potatoes. “Mmm.” He hummed in satisfaction.
“Good right?” You nodded your head.
“Yeah, now I see why you’re always craving their mashed potatoes.”
What you loved most about the steakhouse was their mashed potatoes, even though they’re mainly known for the steaks.
“So now you won’t complain when I say I want their mashed potatoes?” You tilted your head and batted your lashes innocently.
“It’s good, but it ain’t that good baby.”
You pouted, “So you’re saying you don’t love me?”
Yahya laughed at your dramatics his pearly whites showing as he smiled widely. He took hold of your manicured finger and put your hand up to his lips—he gave your knuckles a small peck.
“Anything for my honey. She wants mashed potatoes, that’s what she gets.”
You smiled as you grabbed your glass of Stella Rosa, taking a sip savoring the sweet taste of French Vanilla.
“You always know how to make me happy don’t you pretty boy?” You cooed interlocking your fingers with his.
Yahya’s smile grew wide and chuckled softly. You could tell he was blushing just by his reaction. “Uh-yeah I love my girl what can I say.”
“Mmm.” You smiled leaning in to give your man a kiss.
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killslumflower · 11 months
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Due to the allegations against johnathan majors I will no longer be including him in any of my fics, lights off! Lead male role will now be between yahya Abdul-mateen, John boyega
And I’m very willing to take you guys requests because at this moment I can’t think of all the heartthrobs in our community!
Preferably a darkskinned male :) please drop your suggestions I planned to have part one out tonight, but it may come tomorrow so I can get you guys suggestions in
This blog as mentioned in my requests is NOT a safe place for abusers of any kind, as a survivor of sexual abuse and a witness too domestic violence of my loved ones through out my life I will never write for anyone even being suspected. I REFUSE. I stand with the survivors 100% until anything is proven otherwise.
If anyone is personally dealing with this currently, this is a safe place for you please reach out to me anytime you feel you need support! And utilize all resources below ❤️
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henneseyhoe · 8 months
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My Big Three As Boyfriends|
Trevante♡
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You wanna have the perfect balance of a country boy and a city boy rolled into one? He’s the man for you!
His love feels like coming into a warm house after shoveling snow.
The first time you two ever kissed, my lady by Tyrese played in the background and since then ‘my lady’ with a brown heart has been your contact name.
He’ll sing any song you ask him to even though his ass can barely hold a tune in all seriousness.
Uncovering your ears, you start laughing. “Yes, sounds just like how Tyrese sung it” He smiles and takes a bow.
You try not to be the clingiest since he loves his space sometimes, but he definitely has his moments where he needs you near him like some kind of support teddy.
Hates when you all up on him when it’s time to sleep but always ends up damn near on top of you by the morning.
“Move, Bae, it’s hot” he groans. 8 hours later. “Tre…Trevante…baby, you crushin’ me!” You huff, trying to push his arm and leg off of you so you could go pee.
He’ll blame you as if your little ass can move him from one side of the bed to the other.
Expect booty slaps every time you walk by, and don’t let him be upset with you prior, cause it’ll be harder this time.
“Tight ass shorts” he’d say as you walked around the house as free as you wanted in the Nike shorts HE bought you.
Often play fighting and roughhousing until he accidentally hits you too hard and has to be soft with you for the rest of the day.
“Awwnnn, cmere, I didn’t think it was gonna land that hard” he holds you as you pout, rubbing your now sore arm. “That actually hurt, Tre. Like seriously 🥺”
He makes fun of the Erotic books you read, but you caught him peaking over your shoulder once and following along with one of your favorite stories.
“Don’t get too hype, I peeped something and the shit was interesting!”
Has a habit of putting his hand up your shirt when you two are cuddling.
He hates when you leave for work because he works mornings and you work nights. Sometimes on his day offs(though a bad idea) he’d stay up at night and bother you on the phone all throughout your work, dropping hints that you needed to come home on your snack break for a real meal.
-you’d brush him off and sneak off to the bathroom, sending him a titty pic to hold him off till you got home.
-‘oh wow. I just might take a trip instead actually’
-He’s definitely already taken trips up there a few times to get you right, as he should.
Michael♡
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A REAL certified loverboy
If you told him to jump, he’d ask how high.
He would never admit it but he is CLINGY. He wants to be with you and all up under you as soon as those paparazzi cameras turn off.
Also certified double texter.
‘babe’ ‘Y/N’ ‘Y/N’ ‘Y/N’ ‘babe’
‘don’t act like you don’t see these texts’
‘WHAT boy’
‘I miss you’ ‘wyd my love’
‘working. Something you should be busy doin’
‘I finished already’
‘Fast reader you are. Here’s a gold star⭐️’
‘What can I say? You’re engaged to a smart man’
‘Engaged?’
Boo🩷 has unsent a message.
‘Forget you read that till further notice’
The man can’t hold water, as you can see. Which is why you don’t tell him anything that’s meant to be a secret.
He literally can’t sleep without your leg thrown over him some kind of way.
He remembers all the cute little shit you like year around so he already has a laid out plan of gifts for Birthdays, Valentines, and Christmas.
A good bit of his camera roll is just you and screenshots of things he wants to keep tabs of.
Can’t organize for shit and that’s exactly why his phone storage is about to explode
Begged you to organize his work stuff, so you agreed, until you saw NOTHING was put where it’s supposed to go.
“how do you work like this?!”
“I honestly don’t know…I- I do not know” he responds, staring at the unorganized files.
“Your assistant doesn’t take care of this stuff?”
“I don’t like to bother her like that”
“Nigga, she’s an assistant, she’s supposed to be bothered!”
Thursdays were self care days for you two. Wether you were just sitting around and watching a movie or doing actual things to improve the body, it was still self care to y’all.
Both of you are foodies, but he’s more adventurous, so he always tries to get you to try new foods when out together.
“would you ever try live squid?” He asks, looking through the menu the restaurant provided for them. “Uhh..I dunno. I don’t think I’d like it, but I’d probably try. Just have to ignore the memory of that story of that man who ate a live squid and it killed him and crawled back up his throat” he stares at you for a moment then looks back down at his menu. “Never mind then…”
Soooo protective of you and thinks you don’t stand up for yourself enough so he always makes sure you’re heard in any and all conversations.
Takes any chance to show you off. Was it cause he genuinely loved you or was it cause he liked showing niggas what they’ll never have? Both actually.
“Oh, and y’all know my girl, right? My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend” he grabs you by the hand, and kisses the top of it, pulling your attention away from your drink. You smile and look away, feeling extra appreciated.
Gentlemen in the streets, freak nasty in the sheets.
You ever came so hard that it took a few seconds for your vision to come back? Yeah.
Yahya♡
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The dynamic between the both of you is just very unserious. He is truly your bestfriend who also happens to be your boyfriend
It’s hard to get anything done when the both of you are constantly cracking jokes back and forth, a con of having the same job.
“Yahya, please, my stomach hurts!” you spoke in between laughs, tears prickling the both of y’all’s eyes as you tried to make it through a SINGULAR business email. “How the fuck do you misspell so much shit on a business email?!” He howled, wiping tears from his face and slouching in his seat, you still crying.
He blames you for when he doesn’t get much work done, but he knows damn well it’s his fault for being the goofy mf he is.
When you two were just friends, your mutual friends would tease him by calling him “boy Y/N” because you both had so much in common.
He’s your reminder to eat like a normal person
“What’d you eat today?” Yahya questions, reading over his weekly to-do list. You glare at him then look back at your computer, not answering because you didn’t wanna hear his mouth about you forgetting to eat. Sighing, he gets up and heads into the kitchen to make you something quick.
At first the relationship felt like you two were still just friends, but you both grew into being a little more intimate with each other.
You both can’t help but create small(but healthy) competitions. You were both a little more competitive than you’d like to admit, but you both had competitions so often that basically everyone you guys hung out with knew of them.
“Damn” You sigh as you watched your paper ball miss the trash basket. “Hm” Yahya hums and gets up, picking the paper ball up. Instead of throwing it away right then, he went back to his seat that was a bit farther back and took a shot, the paper effortlessly making it in the basket. You look back at him with a squint and he smirks. “Okay, bet” you whisper.
Ten minutes had gone by and you both were throwing balled up paper that you needed in the trash. To make what point? Neither of you knew, but you both were entertained.
Theres a box in his closet with Polaroid pictures of you two throughout the five years of dating each other, most taken by Yahya himself because in his words, “I just love looking at you. Pictures don’t even capture all that I see, but damn, baby”
The man could easily make you melt like some chocolate. He was just as smooth as he was when you first met him.
Once you both got more into the relationship, he was honestly the most romantic and caring person ever. He’d do anything to make you feel those butterflies.
Sent you on a corny little riddle game for Valentine’s Day once which lead you to some of your favorite places around the city until the last clue brought you home to three bouquets of your favorite flowers and a ring the size of your brown eyes.
Alexa, play whatever you want by Tony! Toni! Toné!
Some niggas don’t trick, but Yahya? Oh he’s gonna step. In the end, if you’re happy, he’s happy.
The night ended with something else a little more eventful that had the neighbors thinking to call the cops for the third time that month.
He plans on staying with you for the rest of his life, and made that know.
And he’s determined to put a baby in you one of these days, with or without that damn ring.
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Looks and bias aside, who would y’all pick as a boyfriend? 🫣 I think I’d pick Yahya 😭
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ok, i'm finally here with my request. the one where i wanted Yahya to break reader's back like a glow stick, but disrespectfully. remember? 😂 honestly, i haven't thought of anything much past that. lol. maybe they could be enemies who are secretly in love with each other? that sounds like the perfect setup for a good back breaking situation.
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warnings: angst & smut
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Y/N strutted into the boardroom clad in classic black pumps, a black pencil skirt, and a burgundy dress shirt. Her 4b curls were piled into a high puff. She took her seat near the projector screen that was housed in the front of the expansive room. She got comfortable in her chair, scooting up to the lengthy wooden table, checking her Apple Watch for the time. The meeting was set to begin in two minutes. Her other colleagues filed in moments after her. She greeted them politely with a small grin and a head nod. About a minute before the meeting officially began, in walked the head of the International Espionage Agency, better known around the world as the IEA, Mrs. Vera Hyde. 
Vera acquired the company after the agency went on an unexpected hiatus for two decades. Vera’s grandmother, Arabella Woods, co-founded the agency. Its origins began in Alabama. Vera’s mother told her of the great work Arabella and her husband, Emerson, had done in the past with the agency. Vera had become transfixed on joining but her dreams were shot down when she learned that the agency hadn’t been active. So she took it into her own hands once she had gotten older. She assembled other black people from around the country to join the agency. Still keeping the agency under wraps to the major public, Vera took the agency to new heights that her grandmother wasn’t able to. Vera traveled overseas, recruiting others to join the team. Yet, Vera had to slow down once she had gotten pregnant with Y/N. Y/N’s father, Issac, was also a part of the IEA.
Growing up, Y/N would accompany her mother to headquarters, located in Alabama. She would wander around, interacting with the other agents, and listening in on the meetings her mother held. As she became older, she figured she wanted to keep the legacy going, eventually joining the agency when she turned twenty-two. Even though her mother was the head of the agency, Vera didn’t treat her any differently. Y/N didn’t expect favoritism either. She worked her way up, training nonstop and receiving advice from her father and other veterans of the agency that had seen and done it all. Whenever it came time for the annual banquet where the top agents would be awarded, Vera would always look on at her daughter with intense pride as Y/N walked across the stage to accept her awards.
Being a part of the agency for ten years, Y/N’s drive has not diminished, especially since her mother had mentioned on more than one occasion that she was scouting for a new head of the agency since she was reaching the age of retirement. Vera gave no hints on who she was considering, all Y/N could do was continue to prove herself worthy. And she hoped she could do that with the next mission she was being assigned to.
Vera walked to the front of the room, standing at 5’8, hair styled into a wavy bob with a few gray hairs along her hairline, and a navy blue pants suit. Vera looked amazing for her age. Years of keeping herself up through skincare and consistent exercise due to participating in missions, allowed her to uphold her looks and figure. She looked like she meant business. Her assistant, Lilee, followed behind her with manila folders in her grasp.
“Good morning, you all.” Vera spoke as she settled at the head of the long wooden table. She peered at her daughter for a split second, enough for Y/N to see that loving warmth. As the others responded to her, she picked up the remote that controlled the project that was currently being powered on.
“Today, as you all know, is assignment day,” she advised, clicking a button to have a presentation appear. “This case involves Mr. Knox Sallow.” A picture of an older white man appeared on the projector screen. It was a candid photo of him, appearing to be leaving a party.
“He’s been identified as the ringleader of several museum robberies. Stealing paintings and statue busts that are worth millions.”
Lilee passed out the manila folders to each agent present in the room. Y/N thanked her when she received hers. Her name was printed directly on the front along with the name of the target. As Vera continued to speak, giving a brief gist of the mission, Y/N decided to look through the folder. There were documents that held more details on Sallow, his crimes, and other people he had ties with that could possibly be helpful throughout the mission.
“He’s known to spend his Saturdays at Crimson,” Vera clicked the remote, a street view of the club now showing. It appeared to be swanky and discreet. A perfect place for men of his caliber to play. “It’s also been found that he conducts business in this club which one of his cousins actually owns.”
Y/N focused on the papers in her folder as Vera rattled on. She gathered beneficial information on the target that she was sure was useful. Eventually, she glanced up as Vera wrapped the meeting up.
“Him and his men are known to be armed at all times so do with that what you will. You all are beyond capable of completing this with the knowledge you have so this should be a walk in the park. Now, you all’s assignments are identified in your folders along with any other information you all may find helpful to completing the mission. Thank you and good luck.” She said with a nod and a small smile.
Vera placed the projector remote down and waltzed out of the boardroom with Lilee not far behind. Y/N stayed back a few more minutes in the boardroom as everyone else filed out to go back to either their cubicles or their offices. She flipped through the papers until she landed on the page that disclosed who she would be working with. Scanning the paper, she felt her stomach sink when her eyes landed on his name. 
Yahya Abdul-Mateen
Y/N and Yahya joined the agency around the same time. Y/N beating him by being accepted just a few months before he was. Even then, the two still seemed to bump heads whenever they were in close vicinity with each other. Y/N saw him as egotistical and unworthy of being near her. While Yahya saw her as bratty and arrogant. Both had been a part of significant assignments, proving both were worthy of being in charge of the agency. They had been fighting for the spot for years, proving time and time again that they each deserved it. Vera wasn’t oblivious to their efforts. She actually appreciated them. It showed that they both were determined, eager to step up and showcase their abilities and why they felt as though they should be the one to be head agent in charge.
Skimming through the folder a bit more, Y/N came upon her initial task. At the top of the page read ‘Dancer’. Her face frowned in confusion.
“Fuck,” she huffed as she continued to read the description. She had the task of performing a small dance at the club that was supposed to lure Sallow in and prompt him to get her alone which is where she would knock him out with a sedative. The entire mission was on her back essentially but there would need to be a team behind her to ensure that it would be quickly completed. As she continued to read over everything she would need for this small role, she began to regret telling her mother that she had taken pole dancing classes a while back.
She quickly piled all of the documents back into her folder when she read all that she needed to. She stood up from her seat and made a bee-line for her mother’s office. On the way, she had to bypass Yahya’s office. The shades to his office were open and he happened to witness Y/N stalk pass, gorgeous face stuck in an annoyed expression. He knew where she was headed and why she appeared to be displeased. All he did was shake his head while chuckling before taking a seat behind his desk and opening his own manila folder to read his assignment.
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Y/N burst through her mother’s office door, startling both Vera and Lilee who were seated on a couch, looking at something on the laptop that Lilee had in her lap. Vera glanced at her daughter, meeting her fiery orbs with eyes of disbelief.
“Can I speak with you for a moment?” Y/N asked, her hand gripping the folder tightly.
Vera motioned for Lilee to give the two women privacy. As Lilee left the office, Vera stood and approached her desk, carefully taking a seat in her swivel chair before looking back toward her fuming daughter.
“What do I owe the pleasure, Y/N?”
“Mom, why would you put him and me on the same team? Again.” Y/N quizzed with the same energy as a little girl when asking their mother why they have to go somewhere that they didn’t want to.
“Y/N, you’re too old for this–”
“No, mom. You know we don’t like each other yet, you still put us on missions together. Why?”
“Because I wanted to,” Vera said with authority. Y/N shrunk back at her mother's piercing stare. “No matter how you may feel about Yahya, he’s still one of the best agents this agency has seen and to have two heavy hitters on the same team for a mission is a match made in heaven and will warrant success.” Vera took a breath. She wasn’t fond of speaking to her daughter in that manner but the way Y/N approached her prompted her to do it.
“Now, I know you two may not like each other. I get that. But we all end up working with people we don’t like at some point. All that matters is you putting your differences aside and doing what you both need to do.”
“But I don’t want to,” Y/N whined, “can’t you just give him another mission? Replace him with someone else? How about you put me on another mission?”
“Y/N. No.”
Vera stood to go stand in front of her daughter. Botb of her hands came to cup Y/N’s childishly pouting face.
“You’ve worked with him before, honey. The same way you’ve got through it before, just do it again. Besides, I think you’ll be too busy to worry about what he’s doing anyway.” Vera said with a smirk.
“About that. Why do I have to dance? Why can’t I be a waitress or somethin’?”
“You sure ask a lot of questions.” Vera poured herself a glass of water that sat in a pitcher on her desk.
“I just—“
“Enough, Y/N. I’m not replacing anyone or your assignment. Now go on. I was in the middle of something before you interrupted.”
“Fine!” Y/N huffed dramatically, “tell daddy I said ‘hi’” 
Vera watched her daughter playfully stomp out of her office. She shook her head amusingly. She knew her daughter and knew that something else lay underneath her hate for Yahya.
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Normal attire for a mission was all black. Simple. Was easy to blend in and not draw attention to yourself. Yet, the bedazzled, hot pink set and hot pink tinted stilettos were a significant difference. Y/N opted to dress at home so that she could go directly to doing her job and not waste any time.
She fiddled with the rhinestones that littered the front area of the thong as she glanced at herself in her floor length mirror. She looked sexy, stunning. The 30’ jet black body wave closure set everything together. She went light on the makeup since she was going to be dancing and didn’t want it to sweat off. Dramatic lashes that sat on her lash line gave the illusion that she had on more makeup than she did. Iridescent jewels outlined her crease on both eyes, very Euphore-esque. A clear gloss made her lips appear shiny and juicy. She pulled on the straps of her top that covered her titties, hoping that they wouldn’t pop out and give the other occupants of the club a different kind of show.
She threw on an oversized hoodie and sweatpants to protect her from the breezy weather. She threw her heels into one of her gym bags as well as any other weapons she may need. She left her home with thirty minutes left to get to Crimson. The Weeknd was her choice of music for her ride since his discography mostly contained dark strip club music that made Y/N feel sexy. Dark lyrics put aside. 
Y/N arrived at Crimson twenty minutes later. She could see the agency vans parked near the back when she drove down the street. She made a right turn into the dark area. Her headlights allowed her to see the other agents filing out in their costumes for the night. Some were bouncers, waiters, and bartenders. Upon further inspection, she realized she was the only one that was dressed as a dancer making her the only one that was assigned to dance. She dropped her head onto her steering wheel. The horn sounded, scaring her and the other agents that stood in the deserted alley. Centering herself, she reached in her backseat to get her bag with her heels and weapons before shutting off her car and stepping out.
“Wassup, Y/N. You ready?” Agent Noble questioned once she approached the others. Noble was one of the few agents she felt that was on her level in the agency. He was dressed in a  black polo shirt with the club logo on the breast pocket, black pants, and black boots. the attire of the security guards.
“Yeah.. hopefully I don’t break my ankle in these heels.”
“You’ll be alright, I’m sure. You’ve done far more dangerous things.” 
Which was true but she didn’t want him to say it.
“That’s besides the point,” she squinted her eyes at him playfully, “everyone’s here?”
“Yep. Just waiting for the club to open.”
Y/N nodded as she looked around at the others. She landed on Yahya who was leaning against his midnight black 2021 Genesis G90. He was dressed identical to Agent Noble so she guessed he was doing security. He must’ve sensed her staring because he looked up from his phone. She gave him a quick look up and down, dislike clearly etched on her made up face, before turning to watch over the others. 
The lights outside of the club soon flickered on, indicating that the club was open for business. All of the agents entered inside. Usually the owner, Mr. Sallow’s cousin, would be here to greet his workers, however, he had taken a trip to Cancun with one of his sugar babies as a gift for doing well in her college classes. The agents entered and went directly to their positions. Y/N had a few hours before she had to make her debut so she hung by Noble for the time being. He was posted in one of the V.I.P sections that overlooked the club. Men and women of all allowed ages filed in, ready for a night of entertainment. Soon enough, the man of the hour entered. 
Y/N and Noble observed as Sallow and his clique of henchmen walked into the establishment, everyone’s eyes ended up on them as they made their way to one of the V.I.P sections. They were all dressed in black and sunglasses upon their eyes. Sallow reeked of wealth and trouble.
“He’s near you, Yah.” Noble spoke on the earpiece that all agents had. It was undetectable unless you were close enough.
“Copy.”
Yahya moved toward Sallow’s section, getting a good view of the man. Sallow ordered drinks for him and his men. Agent Quinn, who was disguised as a waiter, took his order then went to Agent Oakley, who was the bartender, to place their order.
Y/N observed everyone doing their jobs, staying in character. However, hers was the hardest of them all. She had to lure Sallow into one of the private rooms in the back of the club that were meant for “paid activity”. With the addition of his henchmen, Y/N knew they would be a problem.
“Agent Y/L/N, you’re on in five.” She heard through her clear earpiece. Noble wished her luck before she scurried backstage to prepare herself. She stripped out of her sweatpants and sweatshirt, placing them into her bag. She grabbed two tranquilizer needles, placing them into her bedazzled bra. She stuffed them in a way that they wouldn’t stick her or fall out as she moved. She raised her hands above her head, rolled her neck both ways, dipped low into a squat, then bent to touch her toes. The stretch in the back of her thighs caused her to groan. Standing back up, she wiggled her hands and her ankles one by one before reaching back into her bag to get her heels. She laced them on then went to stand in front of one of the floor length mirrors that were hung up. The heel of the shoe made her calves and thighs look toned and full. She fluffed out her wig and applied more gloss.
“Gentlemen, and a few ladies, we have fresh meat tonight. Here for her debut, here's Miss Alina Jade!” She recognized Agent Pine’s voice ring over the club.
Y/N took one last breath to center herself before she heard the beginning vocals of Brent Faiyaz’s ‘Poison’.
Know you ride it right
I might just die tonight
But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby)
I know it's bad for me
And you know it tastes so sweet
I think I need your abuse baby
She strutted onstage effortlessly in the six inch stilettos. The lighting was a dark purple, adding an alluring effect to her performance. As she got closer to the pole that was planted toward the front of the stage, she brought her hands up from her thighs, over her waist, along her breasts, and finally ran them through her hair. She gripped the pole firmly when it was in close proximity. She swung her hips in tandem with the slow tempo. 
The occupants of the club kept their eyes on her. The sparkles of the rhinestones along her outfit made her shine. Her calculated movements had them entranced. She hadn’t prepared a dance for tonight so she was essentially freestyling all of her moves, making sure they flowed and didn’t look forced. Y/N trained in dance when she was younger so the rhythm was there. As she got older , she took more advanced classes. One of which being a pole class that introduced her to the basics. She utilized those skills she gained from those classes for this crucial performance.
Girl, you do damage to me
You know I love it, yeah I love you
Ain't nothing better for me now
Girl, you do damage to me
You know, I love it, yeah I love you
Ain't nothing better for me now
Than your poison baby
She dropped down into a split. Plump ass on full display. The men in the front row gawked at her, mouths practically drooling. Most of them being middle-aged men who she knew had growing erections watching the way she bounced. She dragged the leg that was in the front towards the back leg, bringing her body into a table top position to move her hips in a tantalizing circle, as if someone was behind her to catch what she was throwing. 
Amongst the usual occupants of the club, Yahya also gawked at her as she moved across the stage from his new position near the back where the separate rooms were. He had never seen her in this light. He would also die if anyone found out that he often thought of her in this way. Sure she was bratty, but he found it as a challenge. Thoughts of him finally getting her alone to teach her a well needed lesson often coursed through his mind whenever he encountered her. Y/N was an independent woman and Yahya knew she needed someone to help her unwind at home. As far as he knew, she wasn’t seeing anyone. Yet, she always found a way to push his buttons and make him not even want to be in the same room as her.
His eyes watched as she moved fluently. Her back arching, ass jiggling, legs stretching up and out. He shook his head, reminding himself that he had to stay focused. Tearing away from her tempting dance, he caught sight of Sallow. His eyes sparkled with intrigue. Sallow called over one of the workers, who was actually Agent Waters. Sallow whispered something into her ear before turning back to Y/N who was closing up her dance. She had executed a ‘Gemini’ move perfectly then slid down the pole to enter a low squat, popping her ass seductively before standing slowly and sashaying away as the music faded.
She rejoiced quietly that it was over and she was one step closer to completing the mission. She had seen Sallow wave over one of the agents and with the way he watched her, she knew he was asking to see her in a more private setting. Y/N waltzed from backstage into the main club area. She ignored the stares, heading over to the bar for a glass of water. Agent Oakley poured her a glass, sliding it over to her quickly before attending to another customer. She drank with her eyes closed and head thrown back. The cool water was refreshing and exactly what she needed after all of that dancing. It also set her up for the other half of the night.
Setting her glass back down for Oakley to take, she locked eyes with Yahya. She expected a frown or for him to quickly look away yet, he continued to stare…weirdly. She blinked away, completely confused. As expected, Agent Waters came to her, explaining that Sallow wanted to take her to the back room. Y/N went over to his section, properly introducing herself. She internally gagged at the prying, hungry eyes of Sallow and his men. Her forced smile aided her in pushing forward.
Y/N grasped Sallow sweaty, meaty hand as she led him to the back. Passing Yahya, they made eye contact before he pulled back the black curtain to let them through. The hallway was illuminated by deep red lights, giving it a sexy ambiance. Y/N approached the third room on the left, moving the curtain out of the way and walking through it. Indigo colored lights lit up the space. There was a couch, drink table, and a music station with a CD player and a speaker.
“You are a beauty, Ms. Alina.” Sallow complimented as he took a seat on the velvet red couch that was up against the wall. Y/N gave him a smile but she was internally cringing at his sinister grin and the touches he placed along her thighs as she stood in front of him.
“Thank you, honey. Now, what can I do for you?” she inquired, putting on her seductive act.
“I want a close up of what you did up there.” He answered, his arms coming up on the back of the couch. He was in an inviting position. If he were attractive and met her criteria, she wouldn’t have had as much hesitation. But Sallow was someone’s grandfather and that wasn’t Y/N’s type.
She swallowed the grimace that was close to appearing on her face. Instead, she obliged to his request, walking over to the speaker station in the corner. There was a plethora of CDs that she got to choose from and she chose a bootleg CD that had classic, sexual R&B tracks on it from the 90s to the early 2010s. She inserted it into the CD player that was connected to the speaker. The beginning chords of 112’s ‘Anywhere’ came through the speakers. The audio was clear, a surprise since the speaker looked like it had been through some things.
Y/N sauntered over toward Sallow the same way she had done onstage, making eye contact with the wall behind him to help her power through. She performed a mixture of the same moves she did previously minus the pole. Sallow couldn’t keep his eyes off of her body, her curves were sure to leave an imprint on his psyche. She forced herself to grind her ass on him, throwing it in a circle to the beat. Sallow attempted to touch but swiftly Y/N grabbed his hand, putting it back to his side. Sallow couldn’t see Y/N gag from feeling his hard on underneath his pants. As the song neared the chorus, Y/N raised up to face him, bringing her hands underneath her bustiere to jiggle her cleavage in his face. He damn near went cross-eyed.
Y/N saw how relaxed he was becoming, eyes low, body slouched. She went to straddle him as the song got to its ending. She ghosted her lips across his, the scent of life and liquor made her stomach quease. Sallow was completely focused on Y/N being on top of him that he didn’t notice her reach behind her to go underneath her top and retrieve a needle full of sedatives. Y/N discreetly brought her arm around him while simultaneously dropping her hip as if she were riding him. She brought her face closed to his as she prepared the needle to inject him. Sallow’s lips parted then trembled at the feeling of the sedatives running through his body. His eyes got lower with each passing second and his last view was Y/N’s triumphant grin.
By that time, the song had ended, ‘Deep’ by Blackstreet began to play and Y/N did a celebratory whine after hopping off of Sallow. 
“Target down.” She said on the earpiece. This mission had been a piece of cake. Yet, she was clueless to the growing commotion outside of the room.
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“I’m sorry, paying customers only.” Yahya advised the angry white gentleman that stood before him. He was asking to see Sallow since it’s been a minute since he’s been gone from the section.
“I am a paying customer. I spend money in this bitch everytime I come.”
“That’s different, sir.”
The man became fed up, moving to walk past Yahya but he wouldn’t let him.
“I said you can’t go back there.” Yahya’s voice was menacing but that didn’t phase the man.
He was ready to spar with Yahya until Y/N emerged from behind the curtain. Her eyes met Yahya’s quickly before she looked over to the man in front of him.
“Is there something wrong?” She asked innocently.
“Where’s the man you brought back here?!” The white man was impatient. He rushed past Y/N and Yahya quickly, going directly to the only room that had music playing from it. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his boss laid out cold on the couch. He turned to Y/N and Yahya with a brooding glare.
“What did you do?!” He approached Y/N swiftly going to grab her but Yahya interjected, throwing a punch to the man’s face. With that, hits were thrown between the two. Y/N stayed to the side, observing Yahya’s calculated jabs. He was quick on his feet. After minutes of tussling, Yahya landed one successful uppercut, causing the man to tumble to the ground, holding his face and  groaning in pain. Yahya shook his hand from the impact of the hit.
“What are you standing there for? Go get the others!” He ordered Y/N gruffly.
Y/N scuffed before going to do as told except there were more men waiting near the curtain, all worried about what was going on and why their friend and boss hadn’t returned. She said nothing as the men looked behind her when she opened the curtain to see their mate on the floor and Yahya standing above him. Y/N stopped them from entering by standing in their way. They made the grave mistake of attempting to push past her. She shoved the main one in front back. When it looked like he would retaliate, Y/N snatched another sedative needle from her bra and stabbed it into the man’s arm that reached out to her. It was so quick that the other men didn’t register what happened until their front line man fell to his knees in agony. Y/N prepared herself for a fight, getting into the correct stance. The first one approached her with a swinging fist. She dodged it to hit him in the ribcage, making him fall backward onto the floor. Years of training allowed Y/N to hit hard and swiftly. However, her immense fighting skills didn’t stop Yahya from coming over to help. 
The men were coming at them fast but they kept up. Y/N and Yahya took moves from their training classes and combined them, surely fracturing a few bones and spraining a few muscles. At one point, one of Sallow’s men brought out a knife. The two veteran agents successfully dodged each attempt before they both took one of the man’s arms. Yahya held the arm that had the knife. He ridded the weapon before discarding it somewhere in the hallway. Y/N aimed for the man’s chest while Yahya aimed for his stomach, both sending sidekicks to those areas.
They stood looking down at the laid out men, breathing heavily. They successfully knocked out each of Sallow’s henchmen. Together. They glanced at each other, neither allowing their eyes to convey their current emotions. Agent Noble and a few more agents suddenly appeared, Y/N quickly got away from Yahya. She still had on her costume which didn’t benefit Yahya in the slightest.
“Where the fuck were y’all?” Y/N asked furiously. “Just said ‘fuck it’ and made us do all the work, huh?”
“Looks like you both handled it well. We had to deal with pushy customers up front.” Agent Noble recalled.
Y/N shut her eyes and shook her head. “Whatever. They’re all down. Sallow’s in the back.” She informed before turning to go get him. She motioned for Yahya to come along with her. He looked at the back of her head with surprise as they walked back into the room.
“Get his upper body and I’ll get his legs.” They went over to the couch to get a hold of the older man. It was definitely a two person job. One of the agents rolled a stretcher to the room to rid them of the tiresome work of carrying Sallow out on their own. Y/N counted down to hoist Sallow onto the contraption. She thanked the worker before they rolled Sallow to his fate.
Yahya and Y/N stood in the room silently besides the sounds of the other agents and the police escorting the men out and the sound of Silk’s ‘If You’. Y/N moved over to the music station, cleaning up the CDs she had taken out. She completely ignored Yahya. Tension was palpable. Yahya considered saying something to her. The sight of her in the revealing outfit rendered him speechless.
“You did good, Y/L/N.” He managed to say, breaking the silence.
Y/N glanced over her shoulder. That shot of her there was priceless. “Thanks.” She responded with irritation laced in her voice.
“Well damn, I tried to compliment yo’ ass.”
Y/N faced him head on with a raised brow. “I don’t need your funky ass compliment.” She was now annoyed. “Look, we're done here. Mission fucking complete. You can go home now.” She spoke assertively while managing to keep eye contact with him. She returned to cleaning up the station.
“What’s your problem?! We’ve been in the same damn agency for years and you still seem to have a problem with me.” 
Y/N huffed before turning toward him. “Oh please. Don’t try to make amends now that you see me like this,” she gestured toward her outfit. No doubt her current state could make a grown man cry but deep down Yahya was done with the unnecessary animosity and really wanted to know the reason as to why she couldn’t stand him. “Ever since you came, you’ve tried to take my spot. So, no, I’m not very fond of you. Point. Blank. I don’t need to tell you my reasons. I stay in my lane and you stay in yours, the same way we’ve been doing it for years. Got it?” With each sentence spoken she took a step closer to him until she ended directly in front of him, chests practically touching.
Y/N cocked one of her brows at him. Yahya stared down at her, nostrils flared, eyes boring into hers with an increasing fieriness. Y/N didn’t back down. That was until his lips crashed onto hers. Y/N was still shocked. Her hands came up to his chest. He expected her to push him away yet, she gripped the fabric, pulling him closer. His hands landed on her bare waist, also pulling her into his front. 
Y/N was the first to pull back. She gazed up at him with wide, astonished eyes and parted lips that now had less gloss. Some of which ended up on Yahya’s.
“You’ve wanted to do that for a while.” She murmured.
“Shut up, you liked it.” He replied before leaning back down to lock their lips together. The exchange was fierce and fervent. The pent up malice, desire, and hostility they had for each other was expressed in the tangle of their lips and tongues. Y/N’s mind was hazy. Just a few minutes ago, she despised him and now she was in a private room, in a club, on a mission, making out with him. Yahya brought his hands down from her waist to the backs of her thighs, lifting her up into his arms. He brought her over to the couch, dropping her onto it.
“What changed now, huh?” He inquired while moving to remove his polo shirt. “Answer me.”
She couldn’t answer him. Not when she was mesmerized by the build of his body. His mahogany skin stretched over bulging muscles that had the ability to snap someone’s neck in a matter of seconds. Her eyes flickered down to his crotch that was directly in her face since she was seated and he was standing at his full height before her. She wondered what the cloth held behind. Her impure thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt feeling of his brawny hands gripping her throat, forcing her to look up at him. This was such a change in roles for her and she honestly liked it. Being domineering all the time and then having someone else boss her around was a kink she didn't even know she had until this very moment.
“I said answer me, Y/N.”
She took a few seconds to remember what he had asked. 
“I don’t know,” she managed to say with her air supply being cut off, “I just—“
“Don’t even wanna hear it,” he let her go. Her own hands came up to rub at the spot he gripped. “Just know I’ve waited for this.” He worked to unbuckle his belt. Y/N’s mouth began to water at finally getting to see what he was working with. That heartbeat in her bottoms pounded an anticipating beat.
After he got his belt off and unbuttoned his pants, his hand came up to swipe her hair from out of her face. It traveled down her cheek to end under her chin. She thought he was going to choke her again but eagerness caused her heart rate to speed up when his thumb ran across her bottom lip.
“All that fucking attitude,” he parted her mouth enough to allow his thumb to slide in. He ran it across her tongue. “All that fucking mouth…can’t wait for it to be put to use.” 
Y/N sucked on his thumb slowly, giving him a preview of what he was soon to experience. As she wet up his thumb, he took his other hand to work the straps of her bra down. His lips pouted at the sight of her breasts popping out, her hardened, ready nipples poked out due to the coolness of the room. He desperately wanted them in his mouth. He removed his thumb from her weat heat to flick her nipple with the wet digit. Y/N hummed at the feeling. Glancing back up at him, he motioned down to his unbuttoned pants and Y/N took the hint.
She pulled down his pants and boxers simultaneously, he stepped out of them, now completely naked. Y/N didn’t have ample time to appreciate his adonis-like build since his length sprang free and damn near whacked her in the face. He was girthy with the perfect length. Veins littered his stick and she knew it would feel delicious to have him inside of her. She gathered saliva in her mouth before spitting onto his length, making him sloppy. She started working the head, swirling her tongue around it and dipping it inside to catch the precum that dribbled out. The salty taste made her moan around him, the vibrations adding onto the pleasurable feeling.
“Damn, Y/N…work that shit…fuckk…” he was breathless watching her take him deeper and deeper. His knees almost buckled when her soft hand came up to fondle his balls. She bobbed her head and twirled her neck altogether. Yahya was sure to eject if she continued but he didn’t want to at this moment.
He pulled out of her wet heat. Spit drenched her lower face, neck, and chest. “Whew, you’re a fucking beast. I knew that mouth was good for something.”
She attempted to say something but Yahya shushed her. “I don’t wanna hear a word. All I wanna hear is yo’ ass moaning and gagging. Maybe even screaming and crying when I get up in that pussy. She wet ain’t she?” 
Y/N nodded in true submissive form. 
“I can’t wait to taste her…saw you on that stage and I know that pussy fat.”
He could’ve told her the cure to cancer and she would’ve missed it since she was so transfixed by his glistening, deep brown dick swinging in front of her. Teasing her. She wanted it back in her mouth.
“Open up…mmm fuck, girl.” He moaned out. Thankfully, the music shut out their sounds from the rest of the club and the curtain had been locked in place so no one could see the dirty acts they were participating in.
Yahya had one hand on top of her head and the other cupping her chin. He held her head still as he thrusted, his dick hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag. “Take it deep, baby. Take me deep…there you fucking go.” Tears fell from her eyes down her face. She breathed through her nose as he pumped into her mouth. She tried to see his sex faces but it was difficult with her faint vision. After a few more powerful pumps, his ass clenched and thighs flexed as he climaxed in her mouth. His head flew back with a curse and saying of her name. He panted as he tore her mouth off of him. 
She coughed a bit, throat raw from him fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. “Turn over.” He ordered. That smoky, dominatinating voice would be the death of her. She placed her head on the back of the couch. Poking her ass out at him, she made it jiggle for him. Her bedazzled thong spread across her butt was aesthetically pleasing to him. That prompted him to give it a hearty smack that made her groan deeply. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him get down on his knees behind her. He massaged the flesh of her ass slowly, admiring the thickness. He gave her another slap.
“You like that?”
She nodded.
“Hmm?” He gave her a series of smacks that had her dripping onto the fabric that covered her privates.
“Damn, Yahya!”
“Did I say you can speak?” That earned her another smack before he fisted her shiny panties off. The area burned from the friction. After throwing the clothing behind him, he gripped her calves, moving them apart so that she was now spread open for him. Her folds sat plumpy between her thighs. Her arousal coated her lower lips, giving them a sheen. He used his fingers to open her up. The air that hit her area made her shudder. He licked his lips to prepare himself. Once he got enough of gazing at her treat, he placed a sloppy kiss on her inner lips. 
“Oouu—“
He smacked her ass once more to shut her up. With his fingers still spreading her open, he flicked his tongue against her sensitive clit. He puckered his lips to slurp it into his mouth. The noises were erotic. Y/N tried to keep quiet as he ordered, biting her nail and sinking her teeth into her forearm.
“Pussy taste so good…” he dragged his lengthy, broad tongue from her clit to her opening, sinking it inside as far as it could go. He used his fingers, rubbing her clit to give her double stimulation. Heat washed over her. She wanted to scream out but didn’t want to give him that much satisfaction. He already knew she was loving what he was doing based on the way she leaked on his tongue.
“You cumming, baby?” He asked when he felt her throbbing. “Speak.” He barked before diving back in, his whole mouth covered her pussy, sucking her dry. His tongue laps at what it could reach. His full lips felt heavenly. 
“Ye—yes!” She shouted in euphoria. Her hands clenched the velvet material of the couch as she prepared herself for her upcoming release. Her eyes shut as that known knot tightened. She was about to erupt before he popped his mouth off of her. She almost yelled at him to keep going until she felt the sweet pressure of him stretching her. That’s what catapulted her release. Yahya blew air through his mouth at the feeling of her clenching around him. He looked down to watch her back muscles spasm and her mouth hinge open. She gazed back at him with half-lidded eyes and a look of astonishment.
“What wrong, sweetheart? We just getting started,” he commenced stroking her with a moderate pace, speeding up until her cheeks clapped against his toned hips. He reached forward to unclip her bra. Y/N helped him by pulling it completely off. He held onto her shoulders, pulling her back to meet his speedy thrusts. 
“Quiet now, huh?” He taunted her. The hand on her shoulder reached around underneath her chin, extending her head back. He was banging her out now. The clapping sound of their skin colliding rivaled Usher’s vocals. Y/N’s hand came back to restrict him but Yahya grabbed her forearm instead, bending it behind her. He made sure to not hurt her.
“Look at you. Fucking slut…letting me fuck you like this,” sweat painted his forehead as well as the rest of his body as he worked his lower half to give her rough strokes. Y/N was out of it. Nonsensical gibberish mixed with whimpers spilled from her lips, fueling Yahya to please her. “Take it, I know you can.”
“Ahh, fuckk!!” She gained her vocal abilities back to yell out. Yahya brought her closer to him, her back plastered against his sweaty chest. The hand that wasn’t holding her chin clutched her breast tightly, slapping it around and pinching her nipple. The sensation went right to her already sensitive pussy, making her drip even more.
“Ten years of yo’ ass acting like a brat…you act like one…you get fucked like one.” He whispered menacingly in her ear. The scream she let out resulted in a grin spreading across his face. He let her chin go and forced her head into the seat of the couch, her arch now deeper than ever. That’s when he laid it on her. His hips snapped into her ass at a rapid pace. Y/N’s wails were muffled. She once again reached her arm back to slow him up but he went to grab both arms, holding them behind her as he continued to pound her out.
“Oh, shit!” Y/N turned her head to glance behind her. The view of him working her pussy would be forever ingrained in her mind. That concentrated sinch of his brows, his lips poked out, his muscles rippling as his body moved.
“Fuck me, Yahya, yess—“ she went mute as he reached under to stroke her clit quickly.
“Want me to fuck you?”
“Yessss—mmfuckk!” She responded breathlessly.
“You look so good taking my dick…I should’ve been tore yo’ ass up—damn.” his hips began to sputter, he was slowly reaching his peak. Y/N was right there with him. His face began to heat up, blood rushed to his length as his strokes faltered.
Ain't nobody watchin
Don't worry they can't see us
I know I got you hot
Now let me in
He moved his hands to her hips, rocking into her desperately. Y/N was ready to tap out when he began to hit it at a different angle. Her lips trembled, she murmured a constant chant of ‘yes’s and curses. 
“Fuck, Y/N—shit!,” he became reckless in her pussy, not caring about her choked sobs and screams. Y/N finished right before him, eyes rolling to the back of her head, drool spilling from the side of her mouth, her entire body going limp with pleasure. Yahya was next, the feeling of her sugar walls spasming around him had him going wild. He quickly pulled out to ejaculate all over her ass. His dick jerked on its own from the aftershocks. Y/N laid beneath him, breathing heavily. He wanted to take a picture of his essence spread all over her. He stepped back with a stumble, Y/N slumped onto the couch, careful not to stain the couch. She couldn't keep her eyes open enough to see him redressing to go get a few paper towels, pieces of tissue, and water to clean her up.
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Runaway Lover, Part 2
Pairing: Professor!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. ANGST. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing/mocking, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, possession kink, all consensual. Power imbalance.
Summary: After learning that Stunna is your teacher, you must drop the class. When you're unable to, you try to break things off with Stunna. Only it doesn't go so well.
Word Count: 6,067k
Part 1
A/N: Everybody say thank you @melaninpov. The responses to this fic was overwhelming! I love ya'll so much! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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You wanted to throw up. You wanted to disappear. You wanted to jump out of your skin and never look back. 
To his credit, Stunna - you refused to call him by his real name - continued on with his spiel, effectively ignoring you. The only thing you could think of was how good he felt. How good he smelled. Those sweet and filthy words he whispered in your ear while he was playing with your pussy. While he owned you. While he seemed to reach inside you and yank out your soul. He stole the damn thing back in Punta Cana and now here he was. In your city. In your school. 
Your anxiety twisted your gut into painful knots that no amount of breathing exercises could fix. You felt as if you had a scarlet letter on your chest. Could anyone tell? Would anyone know? 
You tried to cast your eyes around the room, but there were only the bored looks on everyone’s faces. There were some people checking him out. You didn’t blame them. The man was gorgeous. And the chocolate outfit was so sexy against his dark skin. You wished he was wearing his grills as well. That would ruin you.
You slumped in your seat and looked everywhere but at him. You needed to drop this class. You needed to escape. There was no way that you could spend the next four months staring at that piece of art and not fail the class. Or want to leap over everyone and jump his bones.
You knew what those hands could do. You knew what filthy images he could conjure with his mouth. His deep voice was sinful and you spent a glorious Saturday getting to listen to him speak, laugh, or tell jokes. 
You couldn’t do this. But fear kept you glued to your seat. You could not get up in front of everyone and walk out where everyone could see. And what would Stunna do? Ignore you? Chastise you? Tell you sit your ass back down?
There was only so much he could do without turning awareness to the fact that you knew each other already. The last thing you could afford was a scandal. You’d end up in a newspaper somewhere. Or worse. On the news. You pictured them finding an embarrassing photo of you from the gram and blasting it nationwide. 
The headlines would write themselves. No. You did not need that type of negativity and you were not prepared to do that to Stunna either. So you endured. You waited. You avoided looking at him but you couldn’t close your ears.
You focused on breathing. You daydreamed. You did anything you could not to focus on how those pants fit his long frame. His ass looked magnificent. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to reveal his forearms. 
His eyes caught you staring and he fumbled in his speech. He recovered quickly, going over his syllabus for the class. How it was important to show up because he was the type to challenge thinking. He wasn’t going to be a stuffy professor, or at least he wouldn’t try to be. 
You heard a soft sigh to your left. You turned to the sound. There was a woman next to you with pale skin and strawberry blonde hair. She looked at Stunna as if he hung the moon. 
You didn’t blame her but there was a surge of jealousy. You wanted to tell her to look somewhere else because he was fucking taken. The realization that he did not belong to you was like a bucket of ice water down your back. You turned your attention back to Stunna as he told everyone to introduce themselves.
You fought off a groan. If possible, you would sink further into your seat. You hated when professors did this type of shit. Couldn’t they get to know people some other way? In this day and age of technology, how hard was it to print pictures and names and study it like they made students study for an exam? 
Stunna parked his sexy ass on the edge of the desk in the corner of the room. He had an iPad in his hand and he seemed to be jotting notes after each student said their name and a hobby of theirs. 
When it was your turn, Stunna said your name. You took a deep breath and recited your name. You drew a blank on any and all hobbies you ever partook in. “I like to travel,” you finally said. 
Stunna smirked and nodded. “Any interesting places?” He asked.
You bit the inside of your cheek. “I just came back from the DR, actually,” you said.
Stunna nodded. “Very cool! Now, let’s see…” He looked down at his iPad and called the next person but he still had that smirk on his face. You needed to get out. You needed away. He could not make light of the fact that you knew each other. Knowing fuck well it could jeopardize not only you, but his teaching credentials.
Soulmate or not, you were not going to let him throw away his career. The rest of the class went by while you slowly died inside. Stunna introduced some of the books he wanted to read and discuss for the next few months.
As soon as he dismissed the class, you were the first one out of the door. You didn’t think he tried to call after you, but you didn’t give him the chance to. You flew out of the classroom, out of the building, and made a beeline towards the Admin building.
You ran up the steps, lungs burning as you raced across campus. You had a runaway thought that life didn’t seem quite so dull considering that Stunna was in your neck of the woods. But you squashed that. Nothing could happen as long as he was your teacher.
You went up the elevator and got off on the floor with your academic counselor. You made it to his office and knocked on the door. Mr. Sullivan pushed his glasses from his face and looked up with a smile. He was a sweet, if aloof, man who seemed to phone in his work rather than take any joy in it. 
“How is the first day of classes?” He asked. He smiled politely, but there was a look in his eye as if he was trying to place you. 
“I need to drop a class. Or get a different class?” You sat down in front of Mr. Sullivan’s desk and clutched your backpack to your chest. You didn’t want to look at your phone. You didn’t want to see missed calls or texts from Stunna.  There was nothing to discuss until you had all your cards on the table. 
Mr. Sullivan’s thick eyebrows drew down as he woke up his ancient computer. He typed around and hummed as he did so. Your leg bounced a mile a minute as he looked up something on it.
“Forgive me, what’s your name and student number?” 
You told him, repeating it over and over because you were talking too fast for him. Once he got your information, he was back to humming as he searched. “Now, which class do you need to drop?” 
You rolled your neck and told him, again, what you needed done. He nodded and went back to clicking around. There couldn’t be that many literature classes at this fucking school. 
“Oh, dear,” he said.
“What does that mean?” You asked. You chewed on your bottom lip. You fought everything in here to jump over the desk and use his computer to drop the class. 
Mr. Sullivan shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s too late to drop the class,” he said.
“What? What about the first week's grace period?” 
“Usually, yes, you would have the option to switch classes. In your case, however, every literature class at your level is currently full. Perhaps you can check back in at the end of the week and see who starts switching around. Although, you do need this class in order to qualify for your major. I would not suggest dropping it and trying to make it up next year. Six classes are difficult for any student…”
He began to drone on and on about preventing burn out, protecting mental health, whatever else his nasally voice could conjure up. You tuned him out as his words replayed over and over. You were stuck with the class. Or you’d have to try and take six next semester. You could do it, you had no doubt about it. But you shouldn’t have to.
Your last year was your last hurrah before you had to think about what you wanted to do with your major. If you wanted to do grad school or not. You could do a summer class but now was the time to think about internships. 
You sighed and sat back in your seat. Hope was cruel. Hope was spiteful and evil. You had your hopes up that Mr. Sullivan would be able to help you but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t save you. 
The melancholy this time around sat on you like a ton of bricks. You hadn’t expected to find Stunna on your trip. You hadn’t expected to fall so fast for him. You had your entire life to find someone, true, but you already found your perfect person. Written in the stars for you. Made for you. And now this.
“Now of course, there are some classes offered in the summer for a summer term. But…”
“That’s alright, Mr. Sullivan. I’ll stay in this one. Thanks,” you murmured. You left his office, let the next kid come in and bug the old man, as you left the Admin building. This shit fucking sucked. 
You finally fished your phone out of your pocket. As expected, there were missed calls and desperate texts from Stunna.
Stunna: Please, talk to me.
Stunna: Please
Stunna: I didn’t know! We never talked about it.
Stunna: At least let me know you’re alive??
Each text hurt your heart worse. You could feel his desperation, no matter how far apart you were physically. It felt as if his heart was calling towards yours. Connected on some plane you couldn’t see. The last text from him was an address. 
Stunna: Please, meet me tonight. Just to talk.
Yeah, right. If you went to his place tonight, you’d do more than talk. Your attraction to him was that strong. That powerful. You knew you needed to talk to him if you were going to stay in his class. You were both adults. You could keep your hands off of each other, right? 
Later that night, you met up with Angela and Stella back in the dorm you all shared. They could tell that something was wrong with you but you couldn’t begin to describe it. Every time you tried, the words dried in your throat. Wilting like old flowers. 
“Girl, damn. What happened between you and that guy?” Stella asked.
“Did he hurt you?” Angela asked right after. 
“It’s fine,” you said. Your leg was back to bouncing. Despite your earlier protests, you needed to talk to Stunna. Meeting at his place wasn’t the smartest move. But what was the alternative? Anywhere you met publicly, you worried that anyone would read it all over your face. You’d be just as obsessed as the girl in your class. 
“It’s not fine. If he hurt you, run me his name. I’d beat that mu’fucka up!” Stella said. She held up her tiny fists and shadowboxed in the living room. 
You giggled and shook your head. “I promise he didn’t hurt me. He was the perfect gentleman,” you said. Even while he was in your guts, he was still sweet afterwards. He knew exactly what you needed.
“Then what the hell is going on?” Angela asked.
“Right? I feel like we should have told her to look the other way,” Stella said.
“How could we? That man was so damn fine!” Angela said.
“All of them were! Like where the hell they grow them at?” 
The sisters went back and forth talking about Stunna and his friends. They were right. All of them were fine. But Stunna was different. Smooth skin, neat beard. Tall as a tree. He checked every last one of your boxes. Smart, funny, cultured, traveled, well read. 
You were in trouble. You were standing on the train tracks watching the train approach with lights on, horn blaring, and you couldn’t make yourself move. Didn’t want to move, truth be told.
The time to meet Stunna grew closer. You felt it like the swing of a pendulum. You kept checking your phone. You hadn’t answered Stunna and he hadn’t sent anything else after his address and plea for you to come over. 
Before it got too late, you told the sisters that you would go to the library to see if they had the books you needed for class. Anything to avoid having to go to the student store to purchase the books you’d only need once. They continued to talk and watch TV, content to still recover from the trip.
You went to your room, closed the door, and let the panic overtake you. You tore through your closet trying to find an outfit that screamed that this was casual. You were not trying to look pretty for the man. 
Jeans seemed too casual. A skirt seemed too suggestive. Romper seemed too out of place. You were thinking too much about it. And you were stalling. You sighed and chose a dress. It still seemed too suggestive, but dresses could be casual. It was whatever. It was no big deal. 
You got dressed and left the dorm, heading across campus and off site. There were campus-owned apartments here and you quickly walked, hoping to avoid trouble. The air was cool, almost cold, and there was a light breeze that made trees sway. 
In your haste to leave, you forgot a jacket. Stupid. Stupid just like your decision to hike to his apartment up the block. Your feet carried you there anyway and soon you were outside of his door, knocking on it.
A second later, Stunna opened the door. He changed out of his outfit for the day. He wore gray sweatpants and a black tank that highlighted his amazing physique. 
God took his time with this one. 
There was no doubt about it. You were momentarily struck dumb, openly staring at his body.
“You wanna come in?” His deep voice shook you from your filthy thoughts. 
You smiled and giggled nervously. He stepped back and you went inside. The place was like any other standard apartment. White walls, bright hardwood floors that had seen better days, with a small kitchen and bar area. 
He had boxes lined up against the wall. Some were open and some weren’t. He was still in the middle of moving in, but he had a linen couch and recliner, coffee table, and a flat screen TV with a football game playing. 
He crossed the room and put it on mute. He wiped his hands on the back of his sweats, calling attention to his glorious ass. You clasped your hands in front of you lest the traitorous things do something rash, like smack his booty. 
“I was hoping you’d come.” 
“I didn’t think I was going to,” you admitted. You felt silly standing in the middle of his living room but you didn’t want to sit down and get comfortable either. 
“I’m glad you did. Now I wish we would’ve at least discussed where we were from. When you said you were starting classes, I just didn’t think that it would be possible you’d be in my class,” he said. 
You groaned and rubbed your temples. “I tried to drop the class today,” you said.
A flash of hurt ran across his features before he turned to the TV. A moment later, his features were schooled and he nodded. “That’s probably for the best,” he said.
“I couldn’t drop it. It was too late. Everyone else was full and if I wait till next year, I’d be working overtime to pass all my classes,” you said. 
Stunna just stared at you across the gap. You played with your fingers, tapping the tips to keep you grounded. 
“I don’t like this,” he said. He gestured towards the couch. “Please, come sit. I won’t bite.” He grinned at the end of his sentence and you rolled your eyes, fighting off a grin. He was so damn corny.
You stepped closer anyway, feeling better with each step towards him. You didn’t like being that far away from him either. You sat down, smoothing your blue dress over your legs so that you wouldn’t give him the wrong impression. Maybe jeans would have been better. You definitely needed pants right now. 
You felt the heat of Stunna’s attention on your legs, but you clasped your hands over your lap and kept your legs firmly closed, no matter how awkward or painful it was because of your thick thighs. 
Stunna sat on the edge of the cushion, legs spread wide and taking up so much room that his knee almost brushed yours. His knee may as well have been a raging fire. This was insane right? To feel so intensely for a stranger? 
Stunna didn’t feel like a stranger, that was the problem. He felt like you had known him all your life and you were only remembering your time together. It was surreal and you had no frame of reference for something like this. 
“So you can’t drop the class. And I just got hired so I can’t drop it either,” he said.
“Nope,” you said, emphasizing the P. 
“We didn’t imagine our connection in Punta Cana. It felt like I was dying when you walked away,” he said.
“Don’t say that,” you said. You sighed and refused to look at him. 
“Don’t tell you the truth?” He asked.
“We can’t do anything about it! You’re…my teacher,” you said. 
“I’m not suggesting we do anything about it. I’m just…I’m saying that we can’t ignore this. I just found you,” he said. He tilted his head so that he could catch your eyes. You looked up at him and melted. 
He was so damn cute that it hurt. It physically hurt you that he looked that way, smiled that way, and all of his attention was focused on you. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world and it was cruel.
“We finally found each other and the universe really said ‘guess again’.” You tried to smile but your heart hurt too damn much. 
Stunna moved his hand and slowly grabbed yours. You let him. He slid his fingers in between yours. His hand was hot to the touch. But comforting. Solid. Real. He squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips to place a small kiss on the back of your hand. 
“It’s not forever. We can restrain ourselves for four months, can’t we?” He asked. 
You licked your lips and looked him over. How? How could you be in the same class as him or be near him and not want to touch him? Hold him? Kiss him? You had shared so much on the beach in the DR and more so in his room. 
He pried you open and stared deep into your heart without flinching. He touched your soul. Melded and meshed your worlds together. You couldn’t ignore that. You also didn’t want either one of you to get in trouble. Someone would catch on. It may not be now or in a week, but someone would eventually. 
“We can restrain ourselves for four months,” you agreed. It was only four months. Twelve weeks. That was nothing. It would fly by. 
Stunna nodded and squeezed your fingers. “So, that means we probably shouldn’t meet like this. Or be alone…ever in the next four months. Because I’m not strong enough to resist you,” he said.
“Shut up!” You laughed and shook your head. 
“I wish I could let you see inside my head. You have been on my mind all day. All last night. The things I was thinkin’ ‘bout you earlier,” he said. He bit his lip, head tilted to the side. If you squinted, you were sure that you could see the dirty fantasies playing through his mind. 
“You are insane,” you said. “That doesn’t help!” 
“You’re right, I’m sorry. That was inappropriate,” he said. 
He still held your hand in his and you stared at it. You fit like two lost puzzle pieces to a complicated puzzle. You didn’t want to let go. But you needed to. It needed to start now.
You started to slide your hand from his. He squeezed your hand, unwilling to let go. “Stunna,” you whispered.
“This shit isn’t fair,” he said softly. 
“I know. It’s not forever, right?” You asked. 
He nodded and loosened his grip. You slipped your fingers from his. You lied. This was the hardest shit you ever had to do in your life. Saying goodbye to him the second time hurt a lot worse. It was physical blow to your gut. 
In the DR, you could pretend that it was just a vacation fling. You were talking about meeting up again, but that was in the future. At some unknown date that you didn’t have to think about. You had weeks or months to get to know each other. 
Now, he was real and in your face. Now, he was close enough to reach out and grab. An ache thumped in your chest and you stood up. If you didn’t get up and leave right now, you were going to break down in his new apartment and no man needed to see that. 
You stood and stepped away from his couch, already feeling the numbness creep back in. The hopelessness that the next four months would drag on and on. You made it halfway to the door before Stunna called your name.
You turned towards him just as he was crashing his lips to yours. You hadn’t heard him cross the distance, but with his long ass legs it probably only took him two steps to reach you. He grabbed the sides of your head and tilted your head so that he could kiss you deeper. 
The strength of his kiss undid you. You melted instantly into his arms, kissing him back with as much desperation. He backed you up until your back hit the wall and he pressed you into it, rubbing his erection into your lower belly. 
You had a taste of that so you knew how good it felt. How well he maneuvered it to bring you the most utmost pleasure. You gripped onto his shoulders and held him closer to you while you kissed and explored each other’s mouths.
His warm lips were heaven against yours. Tongue playing with yours. You never wanted it to end. Just kissing him got your panties damp, arousal starting to leak out of you. Sweat gathered between your thighs and you rubbed them together, needing more friction than that.
Stunna broke the kiss, giving you some much needed oxygen. It brought a little clarity. “Stunna, we can’t–” 
Stunna kissed you again, cutting off your complaints. “We need a proper goodbye right?” 
“We had one yesterday,” you pointed out. 
“Naw, this is a real one. Please. I can’t let you walk away for four months without something to hold me over,” he said. 
“You so nasty,” you said and grinned. 
He looked into your eyes and grinned. His smile would always slay you. It was so open and joyous. Straight teeth. Perfect teeth. Perfect smile. Perfect man. 
“Hm, I seem to recall a bad little girl letting strangers play with her pussy,” he said. He smacked your lips with his, once and then twice. He kissed along your jaw and then started kissing your neck. “You can’t wear a dress like this and not expect me to lose my mind.” 
“I didn’t know what to wear!” You said. 
His hands moved from your head down your sides and then gripped your ass under your dress. He moaned, clenching and unclenching your ass cheeks with a low growl. 
“Do me a favor and don’t wear dresses for the next four months. I won’t be able to handle it,” he said. 
You made a strangled noise in the back of your throat. He wouldn’t be able to handle it? “Then you have to come to work looking like a bum, because that’s not fair,” you said. He got to look like an Adonis while you had to dress like a nun? How was that fair?
He squeezed your ass and you moaned, back bowing off of the wall. “Take these panties off for me,” he said. 
Your hands flew to your panties before your mind caught up. You hesitated briefly. Stunna stilled against you, likely giving you a chance to step away. Fuck it. You needed a proper goodbye. You needed something to hold you over as well. Something to get you through these next four months.
You got rid of your panties and he helped you take off your shoes and then your panties. He grinned, lips returning to yours. You moaned, feverish for his kisses. Stunna hissed knelt down in front of you.
He gathered up your dress and pooled it around your hips and fisted it in one hand. He spread your pussy lips with his free hand and delved into your pussy with his tongue. 
“Oh shit!” You moaned. You lifted one leg to give him better access. He growled his appreciation and moved his long tongue towards your dripping entrance. He pumped his tongue in and out of you and your eyes rolled back.
“OH fuck!” You screamed. Your hands dug into his small afro and pulled whatever you could get your hands on. His mouth felt amazing on your pussy. His nose tickled your clit and you felt it in your belly. You huffed and moaned, thighs shaking. 
He moved his tongue to your clit and flicked it back and forth with a speed you didn’t know he possessed. Your whines turned to desperate cries as you began to shake in earnest, screaming out an orgasm. 
Stunna rolled his whole head, slurping up your juices. He moaned into your pussy. He smacked your ass as you twitched above him. You looked down and caught his eyes at the same time. You almost came again. Locking eyes with him brought a level of intensity to the moment that you couldn’t describe. He made you feel like you were a giant. Or sitting on top of the world. 
When he was done with you, he slowly withdrew. There was a spit chain between his lips and your pussy. He grinned, watching it expand. He finally licked his lips and broke it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up. 
“Taste even better than I remember. Should’ve seen the nut I busted in the shower this morning,” he said.
Your head dropped forward against his chest. “Fuck, don’t tell me that,” you said.
His rumbling chuckle vibrated against your cheek. You lifted your head and moved your hand beneath his sweats. He went commando underneath and you lifted an eyebrow at him. He grinned as your hand wrapped around his dick. You stroked him slowly because you didn’t have enough lubrication to get him going.
“Was gripping my meat and stroking, thinkin’ ‘bout you. About the sounds you made. The way you fit me so well,” he said. As he spoke, his tone went lower. He leaned forward and kissed you. 
He moved his hips and your hand slipped out. You looked at him with the question in your eyes. He grabbed your hips and turned you around. “As much as I would love those lips on me, I’ve been dying to get back in this pussy,” he said. 
He tugged the top of your dress until it came down and trapped your arms to your sides. He pushed you against the wall. The cold hit your nipples and you cried out. He scooted in closer and you felt him tug his sweats down. 
He lifted your left leg, slapping his meat against your pussy. The wet smacks were filthy. You moaned and he ran his dick in between your folds, getting the tip wet.
The tip of his dick pushed at your entrance and you moaned. He slid in, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of getting filled up by him. You were a huffing, panting mess by the time he bottomed out. He kissed your neck where it met your shoulder and you moaned. 
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Exactly your sentiments. You fit. You were a perfect match. He filled you up, just this side of incredibly full, and you closed your eyes to the sensation. To the feeling. He pinned you to the wall and began to move slowly, sliding in and out of you.
“Shit,” he moaned. 
“You feel so good, baby,” you moaned. 
“I feel good? You feel like home,” he said. He continued to kiss your neck, nibbling a bit, as his strokes increased. 
Your hands were on the wall, trying to anchor yourself against him. His strokes increased until he was rutting inside of you. Each thrust drew a ragged moan from your lips. He moved to a different angle and touched your sweet spot. You cried out, shaking desperately on his dick.
“There’s my fucking spot,” he said. He grinned against your skin. Your head flopped to the side. You bit your arm. He felt too good. Slipping in and out of you. The wet smacks of your combined juices were lewd and turned you on more. Made you drip more. 
“So fuckin’ wet, nasty girl. You like this dick, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding your head. 
“You like this dick inside you?” He asked.
“Uh-huh, so good,” you moaned. You drooled against your arm. 
“Let me hear you then,” he said. He moved his free hand down between your legs and began to stroke your clit in tandem with his thrusts. Your moans increased in volume, turning into screams as you crashed into another orgasm. 
Stunna kissed your cheek and jaw, licked the shell of your ear. “Sound so pretty when you cum. Music to my ears, baby,” he said. 
“Nut in me,” you moaned.
“What?” He asked. 
“Nut in me, please, I need it,” you moaned. 
Stunna growled and increased his thrusts. They turned into a brutal fucking, spearing you. He still played with your clit as he slammed into you, fucking you just how you liked. There was no begging. There was no negotiating. You didn’t have to stop in the middle to communicate that yes, it was okay to get rougher. It was okay to rock into your shit. 
Stunna just did it. He gave you exactly what you needed. 
“You want this nut?” He asked.
“Yessss,” you moaned. 
“Fuck, I’m so close,” he said.
“Stunna, ouuee Stunna,” you moaned in between his strokes.
“That’s right, you let me know who owns this pussy,” he said. 
“You. You own this pussy,” you moaned. He groaned before you finished your sentence. He nutted, his hot cum filling you to the brim. Some of it even slipped out and ran down your thigh. You shivered, your head turning fuzzy at the sensation. 
Stunna finally stilled his strokes and let his dick pulse. You hissed feeling it. Stunna dropped your thigh and grabbed your neck. He pulled you back into him and you turned your head so that you could kiss him. The kiss was sloppy and you both panted, breath fanning across each other’s faces. But any touch of his lips was worth it.
Stunna kissed your cheek. “I still got some more for you,” he said.
“More?” You asked.
Stunna slipped out of you and then roughly turned you around. He kissed you, pressing you back against the wall with the force of his kisses. He kissed down your body, rolling his tongue around both of your nipples. You cried out. 
He tugged you by the front of your dress towards the arm of his couch. He bent you over it and spread your ass cheeks. He moaned and smacked your ass. 
“Fuck, I need all night with you to say goodbye,” he said. 
You were too blissed out to chuckle. Or laugh. Your head was floating, flying; your mind went on a little trip and you had no plans of returning. 
He slipped back inside and you shared a moan, feeling complete once more. He immediately went back to pounding and rutting, slamming his thighs against your ass with the force of his strokes. 
“Who own this shit?” He asked.
“Youuu,” you moaned.
“Own the fuck outta this pussy. Feelin’ so good, pussy feelin’ so good. It’s mine now,” he groaned in between thrusts. The arm of the couch dug into your gut and it felt good. You felt just as you did on Saturday night. Possessed. Owned. 
“It’s yours!” You moaned. “It’s yours, Stunna!” 
“Damn right. Gonna write my initials in this pussy,” he groaned. His fingers turned bruising on your hips. 
His initials were already there. It felt like with every stroke, he was stitching your souls together. You became one soul every time his tip kissed your cervix. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned on each thrust.
His fingers moved to your clit again, flicking his fingers against it. You tried to lean up. You didn’t know why, only that you needed to move. To ease up a bit. He pressed on your back and made you take his dick. Made you take the brutal pounding. 
“Guhh,” you moaned and came with a loud cry. Your pussy gripped onto him and he moaned, thrusts turning sloppy and twitching. He came right after you, giving you another round of his cum. He soaked your pussy and you shivered, full body shaking.
Stunna slammed once more into you and then stilled, dick pulsing. His cum slipped down your thighs again. You were deliciously sore. You both panted in the quiet space. You listened to any sound he made. Greedy to capture everything. If this was goodbye, you were hesitant to see what hello looked like. 
Stunna slowly slipped out of you. You cried out. 
“Shh, shh, you know I got you, baby,” he said. When he was out, you were still sore as hell. You began to shake as the cold crept in. Something so powerful took a lot of energy. You weren’t just imagining things on Saturday. It wasn’t the anonymity of the vacation. You two shared a real connection. The kind love songs and poems were written about. And it was scary as hell. 
Stunna returned with a warm washcloth. You cried out, leaning up against the couch. Stunna cooed and talked softly. “I got you. I’m right here,” he said. He finished and wiped up your thighs as well.
When finished, he disappeared with the washcloth and then came back. He helped you stand and adjusted the dress back to where it should be. Then he moved towards the couch and had you straddle him. He held you and rubbed your back as you scooted into him and laid your head on his shoulder.
You didn’t speak. There was nothing to say. You had to find the strength to walk away from this in the morning. You weren’t going to fight it. You needed this goodbye as much as he did. You needed to get your mind wrapped around the fact that you couldn’t have this for months. 
It wasn’t the end of the world but it sure as shit felt like it. You were tired of being strong. But for now, you’d have to endure. It was the only way to get the best of both worlds. 
You listened to the cadence of his breathing. Warm chest. Strong arms around your back. “It’s not forever,” he said quietly.
No, it wasn’t forever.
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The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 1
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itsbackwoodsbby · 4 months
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A/N: confession- pretty sure this was wrote the beginning of this year… like february/april. went through a lot. never forgot it though. revisited it a lot to read what i had. just never finished … here it is … nov. 22nd at 3am. removing the cobwebs and putting it for the world to see. hope you guys enjoy it. definitely not proofreading this, so excuse the errors.
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ICU
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Yahya Abdul Mateen II x Black Fem Reader
Warning: Smut! Unprotected Sex! Dinking (Recreational)! Swearing!
Summary: Yahya and you used to be together, until you both realized that you were better off as friends. You start dating again and none of the guys are really for you. a lonely night in your apartment makes you realize that Yahya might be one.
Inspo: ICU by Coco Jones
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you come into your apartment and place your purse on the counter and take off your heels. you head to the kitchen and make yourself a very strong peach margarita on the rocks. after you make the drink, you trudge to your living room and sink deep into your couch, replaying the date in your head. he was an hour and thirty minutes late. he got loud with the waiter for getting his food wrong. the waiter was new and scared. so our waiter changed to a waitress and he starts flirting with her for the whole ass night. you groan and start face palming.
there’s no way you go out with yet another asshole. get it together y/n.
“alexa, play icu by coco jones.” you blow out, very upset with yourself.
she follows your command and the music plays.
you close your eyes. the cadence of coco’s beautifully crafted voice fills the room. you get up and look at the night sky and admire the stars. they looked so delicate in the sky. then, you were startled by a pair of hands wrap around your waist as you felt lips on the nape of your neck. you know who it was without turning around. it was him. but you don’t fully know if it’s him. you turn around to face this man and you were right.
yahya… the one that got away. you guys met through mutual friends who were trying to hook you guys up. a few weeks later, you two started dating. he was amazing. he called you every day to check on you, random flowers, occasional dates. sweetest guy ever. then, he got busy with work and you got busy with work, the two of you barely saw each other. slowly, texting each everyday went to no text for many many weeks. so you two decided with your busy schedules to just be friends.
as you two were facing each other, you don’t speak. just admire each other. you start to think how the hell you went this long without this man. his warm embrace and his touches were the best thing ever in this world. you two dance together to the song. your head resting easily on his chest his arms. you haven’t been this relaxed in a while.
as soon as the song goes off, yahya disappears. you open your eyes and realize you were only daydreaming about him in your lonely apartment. the condensation of the glass now soaking the couch. you shake it off by finishing the rest of your drink and heading to the bathroom to shower. you start playing your shower playlist and get inside. when you turn on the water, you let a sigh out and let the water rain down on your body and lean on the wall.
your thoughts travel to the first time you shower with yahya. you close your eyes again and he’s back in the shower with you. he hold you tightly and you reciprocate the same tight embrace. you look up at him and kisses his chest. he smiles at you and kisses your forehead. then somehow, you pinned against the shower getting dicked down by him. you’re grabbing onto to the shower curtain, screaming, because the pleasure is so unbelievably amazing. he just chokes you and plants his soft lips onto yours to quiet you down. you’re on the verge of coming. he goes deeper and hits your spot until you’re creaming all on his dick.
then… he’s gone again.
y/n … don’t do it. fight it. you don’t miss him. it’s just the alcohol and that horrible ass date.
you try to repeat it to yourself in the shower as you wash your body. you get out the shower, get dressed into this, and do your nighttime routine. when you get done, you go into your room and decide to write out the things you have to do tomorrow. trying to be productive and organize. afterwards, you scroll on instagram and the first post yahya. at a dinner party with your two mutual friend, leilani. they were cuddled up together… and not in a friendly way. your emotion start to show and you’re jealous. you sighs and lay in bed and try to go to sleep. but no matter what, you started feeling him cuffing him, making you miss him more than you think you actually think you do. you sit up in bed and look at the time. 1:30am. finally breaking and deciding you need to talk to him, you grab your phone and a cardigan to wear. heading to the living room, you grab your keys and glasses. you’re heading to the door and you open it and see yahya was about to knock on your door.
“uh… hey y/n.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “i know it’s late and all but i just really need to talk to you.” you touch his chest and tap him. just to see if he’s real. he chuckles, “are you okay?” you sigh out, “yeah.” you giggle, kind of embarrassed. “this night has been crazy.” you say. “come in. make yourself comfortable.” you say moving out of his way so he could come in.
he comes in and you two sit on the couch staring at each other. “so. how have you been?” he starts off. “i’ve been good. started back writing.” you say. “and yourself?” you add. “that’s good. i’m amazing. finishing up filming with leilani. it’s been really fun.” he smiles really hard. “that’s good.” you say, trying to cover your jealousy. you don’t think he catches on to it but he chuckles, “what’s up?” he asks and you give him a confused look. “what do you mean?” he shrugs a bit, “you just said it dryly like you’re jealous or something.”
you laugh it off but he was spot on. he could always tell your emotions. and you didn’t know if you hated it or loved it but now… you definitely hated it.
“anyways yahya. what are you here for?” you asks him, trying to avoid the question. he breaths in, “y/n … i miss you.” you look at him and you’re super speechless. “what do you mean?” you stumble out somehow. “look… i understand we didn’t have time for each other at one point of time. but i really like you. hell i love you. i can’t even get you out my head.” he says. “you love me? what about leilani?” you ask him and look down. “what about her?” he looks at you confused. “aren’t you two together?” he chuckles and it turns into a laugh. “no, we’re not. it’s just for the movie.” you look down kind of embarrassed. “oh okay.” you smile at him and giggle. “i miss you so much yahya. with everything that’s being going on… it showed me how much i miss you. how much i need you. us breaking up was a mistake. i love you too.” you say, as it feels like 100 bricks has been lifted off your shoulders.
you both admire each other again. eventually, you shy away and look down because you both have been staring too long at each other. he lifts your chin up and caresses your warm cheek with his thumb.
“don’t break contact.” he says, looking into your eyes, more like your soul.
you just nod your head and look at him. eventually, the two of your lips collide with each others. this feeling right here is what you missed. after the kiss, you two catch up with each other some more. with a bottle of wine and some music, the conversation starts to get a little sensual.
“yahya… when is the last time you had sex?” you ask him boldly out of nowhere. he laughs, “well uh, i haven’t had sex since we broke up.” he places his glass down and eyes you down. “did you give my pussy away to someone else?” you astounded at the way he reworded the question, “wow, uh way to throw me off guard.” you giggle. “nope, i didn’t give your pussy away.” he smiles at you, “good girl.” making you bite your bottom lip. “mm … let me put this wine up. it’s a little warm.” you say and head towards the kitchen.
you open the refrigerator and place the wine in there. you close it and before you can turn around you feel those muscular arms wrap around your waist. you smile. his hand begins to fumble with the trim of your romper and his finger starts brushing against your clit. you remove your body from the romper and turn around to face him. he licks his bottom lip, letting you know, it’s about to go down.
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the time was now 2:30am. the room was filled with skin clapping and moans and groans. you looked back at him. it’s crazy how you were just scared to make eye contact with him a few minutes ago, but now you’re looking back at him with the most sluttiest, lustful eyes. making him know, you want more and he gave your more. a little too much more. you grab his chest and slowly trailed down to his stomach to slow him down a bit. however, he just grabbed both your arms and pinned them to your back.
“fuck! yahya, please it’s too much!” you cry out as he smirks at you. “baby girl, i know you can take this dick.” he grunts out. you sigh and bury your face in the pillow and moan into it. he smacks your ass, “i want to hear you, y/n.” you jump up a bit and bury your face into the pillow again. he shakes his head, “well, you put this one on yourself.”
he pull you up from the pillow by your hair. your back is now on his stomach as he digs deeper inside your pussy. your moan resume filling up the room as you relax your head on his shoulder. he kisses your neck and pulls your waist closer to his, making sure you don’t run from this dick. you grip his muscular arms and dig your nails through them.
“oh! oh! fuck! baby, i’m about to cum.” you squeal out. “cum on this dick, baby. he kisses your neck as you clench tighter and tighter around his dick.
you wet his waist down with your orgasm. you fall back on the the bed and try to relax as he was still fucking you. it wasn’t as aggressive. your throbbing pussy was bringing yahya closer his nut as he hovers over you, planting wet kisses down your back and giving you slow deep strokes. a few seconds later, he pulls out and cums on your back.
“shit, i really needed that y/n.” he says as he smacks your well bruised hand printed ass. “lemme go get you a towel.”
he goes to your bathroom, runs some warm water on two rags, and comes back and cleans his mess off your back. you arch your ass up to stretch like a cat. yahya spreads them cheeks to clean your pussy up from the wet mess you have, but gets distracted by your glistening pussy. he smirk. you look at him.
“oh, no. you’re not eating my pussy again.” you say, but you wiggle your ass at him. he touches your clit and rubs it slowly with his thumb. “oouu, shit, baby. i just said no.” you saying, but both of you already knew you wanted him to eat it again.
he starts having a full blown make out session with your clit. you couldn’t do anything but hang your mouth low and push his head closer to your pussy. he grips your cheeks and spread farther apart from each other and licks up and down. you close your eyes and bite your lip.
“mhm, baby. just like that.” you nod your head and start grinding your lower half into his face.
he grabs your waist and pull you even more closer to him, burying his face in your pussy and starts shaking his head in between your cheeks, getting his nose wet in the process. you couldn’t understand how you just fed this man your pussy almost an hour ago and he’s still eating this motherfucker like he’s hungry. your clit starts to pulsate, meaning it was time to cum again. you sigh as you cum in his mouth this time. you flip on your back and watch as he gets the semi-cold rag. he barely puts it on you, yet you still jump up.
“too cold. too cold.” you hiss out and he laughs. “you want me to just lick the mess up?” he jokingly says. “yeah.” you say laughing.
you didn’t think he would take it serious since you laugh, but he did. you let out a moan and he chuckles and comes up to your face and kisses you sloppily while let you taste yourself on his lips and in his saliva.
“see how good you taste, mamas?” he says after the kiss. “yes.” you smile, giggling at him. you two cuddle for the rest of night and watch the sunrise in the morning and making up for the time lost. then eventually, you both go to sleep.
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berberriescorner · 11 months
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Nobody's Gonna Know
(Part Two)
Characters: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as himself x Black!reader (woc!reader), Michael B. Jordan as himself (appearance), and Kiana Ledé as “Jerrika” (appearance).
Summary: What happens when you realize what you’ve always wanted was right in front of your face the entire time?
Warnings: Profanity, daddy kink (you’re not surprised), smut, mentions of violence, drinking, and did I mention smut already😈?
Word Count: (Part Two) 4800+.
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The sound of his phone snapped Yahya out of the flashback. A smile crept across his face as he swiped to answer.
“Ain’t been gone but a minute. You missing daddy already, love?”
“You’re so annoying. I was calling to let you know I made it home safely.”
“Thank you, love. I wished you could’ve stayed one more night,” his tone was affectionate and sensual.
Yahya always made his words sound both rugged and soft with you. It was both erotic and sinfully sweet, causing butterflies to flutter inside you.
“You still there, mama?”
You cleared your throat, trying to hide that his voice was affecting you. Changing the subject, you continued, “There’s a kickback Friday. It’s at my sis’ house. You're coming, right?”
He smiled to himself, knowing he made you feel some type of way. In a raspy voice, he asked, “That depends. Are you staying the night afterward?”
“I’ll meet you at your house later in the night.”
“Why not just arrive and leave with me? Nobody’s going to suspect anything.”
“I would, but she invited Michael. He’s asked me to ride with him.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Are you mad? I can call back and make up an excuse.”
“That’s okay, love,” he answered in a curt tone.
“Doesn’t sound like it-.”
“I’m good. Listen, I got a few things to handle. I’ll hit you back later.”
Yahya ended the call, not giving you a chance to respond.
This shit ends Friday. I know just how to make him go ghost. I’m done playing games with this woman.
He scrolled through his contacts, tapping the name he was searching for. The phone trilled twice before he heard the familiar voice. Making small talk, Yahya waited for the perfect moment to put his plan in motion.
“Hey, Jerrika. How’s it going?
“Oh, yeah? That’s wassup. Listen, I was wondering. Do you have plans for Friday night?”
“Perfect. Be ready by eight. I want you to ride to this kickback with me.”
Yahya made more small talk, and she told him what she had been up to lately. As he listened, a twinge of guilt pulsed through his chest. His mind was riddled with second thoughts. Using her this way made him feel a bit guilty. He wanted to be truthful with Jerrika. Interrupting her mid-sentence, he explained his intentions for Friday night's kickback. To his surprise, she appreciated his honesty. Jerrika wasn’t shocked-they had known each other awhile. She had an inkling Yahya was attracted to his best friend. Not only was she aware of his feelings. Jerrika offered to help out in any way she could. Yahya spent a few more moments on the phone discussing the plan.
Lying in bed, he stared at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head. Thoughts racing through his head, he contemplated whether his plan would help or hurt things. He cleared his mind and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. Yahya’s phone dinged right as he started to nod off. Groaning, he snatched it from the nightstand. You had texted, “Not you hanging up on me mid-sentence. Goodnight to you too, mean ass.” Truthfully, he felt like a dick for abruptly ending the call. Also, for what he was about to pull Friday night. It felt like his only option that would give you the push needed. He quickly texted you back, “I’m sorry, mama. I promise to hit you first thing in the morning. Goodnight, love.”
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Friday had come around much quicker than you anticipated. Your sis had hit you up early that morning. She begged for you to arrive several hours early to help set up. Being a helpful and dependable best friend, the request was granted. However, twenty minutes after your arrival, you started to regret it. 
The two of you hadn’t seen each other for a while. You were greeted with a lecture about not making time for girl's night lately. According to the crew, you had been neglecting your homegirls and spending too much time with your sneaky link. Defending yourself, you brought up the numerous times they brushed you aside for their new flavor of the month. To which they did not argue and immediately forgave you.
Believing you were off the hook, your best friend put you on the spot again. She grinned at you mischievously, “We cracked the case, sis.”
With a confused expression, you responded, “What the hell are you going on about?”
“Bitch, don’t play stupid.”
“I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about, sis.”
“We figured out who sneaky link is,” she smirked at you. “It’s about time you two dumbasses got together.”
You started to deny it, “What are you talking about-.”
“We know you and Yahya have been fucking around. Which one of your horny asses gave in first?”
You busied yourself with setting up the bar as you ignored her question. Snatching the liquor bottles and setting them down, your best friend crossed her arms, waiting for you to confess. Her foot tapped against the floor as the rest of your friends cocked their heads to the side. Rolling your eyes at the group of nosey ass women, you asked, “What makes you all think it’s Yahya?”
Each woman smirked at you until your best friend piped up, “If you're going to keep it low-key, don’t make a sound in your sexcapades while recording. Also, make sure your friends don’t know or follow him on social media.” 
Fucking Yahya and his pornographic IG story.
“Oh, it wasn’t just his mini-sex vid. I kick it with his homie. That little pic you posted? Yahya canceled plans with them that night. Naturally, he came to dick me down when plans fell through. I mentioned the pic, and we put two and two together.”
“Whatever, nosey ass Heffa. It’s not even that deep. We fuck around occasionally,” you snarked, rolling your neck.
“On occasion, my ass. You’ve been getting dicked down on the regular. None of us make it a habit to sleep with multiple people. Therefore that is a consistent dick down, and you know it.”
“Who else knows about us?”
“Pretty much anyone who knows what you sound like when you moan. Given that we were all roommates at one time, we, unfortunately, know what that shit sounds like. Your ass never could keep it down. Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with us,” she smirked.
“You bitches get on my nerves. I’m going home to finish getting ready.”
“Don’t leave mad, best friend! We’re honestly happy you two came to your senses. Finally locked his fine ass down.”
“One, I’m not mad. Two, he’s not my man. We fuck. That’s it.”
Your friends gave each other a knowing look, irritating you further. You snatched your keys from the Louis Vuitton handbag. “I gotta go for real. I need to be ready by the time Michael picks me up.” A multitude of gasps sounded in the room. Rolling your eyes, you braced yourself for more unwanted opinions.
“Does Yah’ know you’re rolling with Mike tonight?”
“Yes,” you answered exhaustedly.
“And he’s okay with that?”
“What part of that’s not my man do you all not understand? Besides, Michael and I are just friends. Yahya knows that. He doesn’t believe it, but that’s not my problem.”
Is that a little petty? Maybe, but I don’t want Michael, honestly. We’re just friends.  If he expects more, he’s in for a rude awakening. It’s not like Yah’s not out here, entertaining bitches. I’m not falling for the bullshit with any more men. Best friend or not, men lie all the time…okay maybe that’s not fair. I need to work on trusting men again. On second thought, no, fuck that shit. Single is the best way to be. No games. No lies. No cheating. No heartbreak. I just need that superb dick and toe-curling head.
The sound of fingers snapping in your face pulled you from your thoughts.
“You not even listening to us. Girl, stop lying to yourself and give that man a chance. Yahya’s not like your past relationships. He cares for you.”
“It always starts that way. I’m good with being what we are.”
Before she could continue to chastise you for being scared, you dipped out.
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The evening was already turning sour. Sitting on your best friend's couch, you watched as Michael made small talk with a mutual friend. His eyes scanned the room, landing on you as he bit his lip, giving you a seductive smile. One of your girls nudged you, “ I saw that face you made when he looked away. Are you two into it? Or are you still mad that we got all in your business earlier? 
“I’m fine,” you lied.
She looked at you, not believing a word you said. It wasn’t just the man that had accompanied you to the party. Though that was where most of your frustration came from, you were also irritated that Yahya hadn’t shown up yet. His text throughout the week had been short and sweet. You were starting to feel like he was avoiding you.
“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you? Or am I going to have to force it out of you?”
Sighing loudly, you started, “While I didn’t appreciate being interrogated earlier, that isn’t my issue.”
“Bitch! Just tell me why you have a stank-ass attitude,” she teased.
“I would if your rude ass would stop interrupting me,” you shot back. “I think I pissed Yah’ off. We had a conversation Sunday night. I mentioned the kickback, and he offered to come and leave together. He started acting weird when I told him Michael had already asked me to ride with him. I don’t understand why he’s angry. I told Yahya we’re just friends. That I’d slide through afterward.”
“Your green ass. It doesn’t matter what you say. Though you’re not interested, I’m sure Yah’ knows Mike wants to knock you down…real bad.”
“Trust me, that’s abundantly clear now. Michael’s not getting one ounce of this pussy. He’s about to find that shit out real quick. This ninja kept trying to rub my thighs on the ride over here. I had to cross my damn legs just to get him off me.”
Just as your friend was about to respond, she gasped. You nearly caught whiplash, turning to stare in the same direction.
“What’s wrong with your dramatic ass-.”
Glancing toward the entrance, you saw the person you’d been searching for all evening. The fact that he wasn’t alone sent a tiny sliver of jealousy through your body. Shaking it off, you rationalize internally, “Chill, sis. That’s not your man. That could be just a friend.” It did very little to tamp down the mild bout of jealousy.
You will not be petty and use Mike to make him angry. That thought was stomped out as his guest turned, and you got a look at who she was. This is why I’m single. Friend my ass. You chuckled bitterly as Yahya and his company made their way over to you. Are they holding hands? Oh, okay. Bet it the fuck up! Don’t give him a reaction.  They’re all the same.  Fine ass. Lyin’ ass ninja. Yahya greeted you and your friend as you gave him an expressionless stare. Introductions were short and sweet, excusing yourself after. Though he had irritated you, Michael called you over at the right time. You could feel Yahya’s eyes boring into your back as you crossed the room.
Being bold and not taking the hint from earlier, he slipped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer. As he attempted to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you made eye contact with Yahya. You watched as his jaw ticked, and he draped his arm around Jerrika, pulling her closer to his side. Her hand slid down from his chest and rested on the abs you had traced with your tongue just last weekend. Yahya watched as your eyes narrowed at the gesture and smirked at you. His face fell as he watched Michael kiss your cheek. The look of disappointment was enough for you to step away from Michael. “I have to go check on the bar, be right back.” It was enough to keep him from questioning why you removed yourself from him.
Quickly glancing over the bar, you made a beeline for the kitchen. All you wanted was time to pull it together and gather your thoughts. Yahya, however, had other plans. He stood at the kitchen entrance, fixing you with an angry stare. Crossing your arms, you returned his glare.
“What,” you spat, rolling your eyes.
Yahya’s head leaned back, “You and your boyfriend looking real cozy out there.”
You laughed bitterly, “Says the one that’s here with the woman that he claims he’s no longer fucking. Is that not what you told me last weekend, friend? The audacity to have the very bitch you say you don’t want all in my face.”
“I didn’t lie. I’m no longer sleeping with her. You came with a friend. I figured I could bring one as well.”
“Difference is I haven’t had sexual relations with my friend. Can you say the same,” you questioned.
“Whatever, man. You’re tripping.”
“Be honest with me, Yah’. Are you still sleeping with Jerrika?”
“I just watched that thirsty ass dude damn near suck on your neck, and you’re seriously sitting here questioning my loyalty? You keep accusing me of shit. It’s making me wonder if that’s due to a guilty conscience. Why trip? We’re not together, remember?”
“That’s what this about? A fucking title? How many times do I have to say it, Yahya? I don’t fucking want-.”
Your sentence came to a halt as Jerrika stepped into the kitchen.
“Pardon me for interrupting, but could you show me where the bathroom is?”
Feeling slightly guilty for stealing Yahya’s attention, you offered, “This my sis’ house. I’ll show you.”
Jerrika winked at Yahya and turned to follow you out of the kitchen. That looks like a disaster waiting to happen. He wondered if it was wise to leave you and his date unattended. Just as he was about to go and check on the two of you, Michael entered the room.
“Ay, bro. Where’s your sis at,” he asked, referring to you.
Through clenched teeth, Yahya answered, “More like a best friend. I know things about her that siblings wouldn’t share,” he smirked at the expression on Michael’s face. “She’s showing Jerrika where the bathroom is. They’ll be back shortly.”
“You make a good point. Maybe you could give me some advice on her. Maybe put in a good word for me?”
The look that crossed Michael’s face made Yahya feel uneasy. Stepping closer, he lowered his voice,  not wanting anyone to hear.
“You saw that picture she posted of whoever it was between her thighs?”
Yahya chuckled knowingly, “Oh yeah. I saw that post. She seemed to enjoy herself that night,” he smiled at Michael’s cluelessness.
“That’s what I’m saying. You’re her best friend. Put me on, bro. I’m trying to take her thick ass down.”
“She posted up with another dude, and you’re still trying to slide? I don’t think she gets down like that.”
“If I manage to steal his shortie, that’s his problem,” Michael boasted.
“So you think my friend bounces from dude to dude? Watch your mouth, little nigga. You don’t know her like that to be making assumptions,” Yahya barked, approaching Michael aggressively.
“Chill, bro. No disrespect-.”
You and Jerrika had entered the kitchen as things had started to get heated between Michael and Yahya. Trading a knowing glance with your best friend's date, the both of you got in between the two of them.
“What’s going on? Calm down,” you soothed Yahya as you unknowingly rubbed his arm. Jerrika tugged Michael backward as well. Not wanting to ruin your evening, Yahya lied, “We’re just having a debate about sports. You know how passionate I can get, love.”
He didn’t want to spend another minute in Michael’s presence. Turning to Jerrika, Yahya placed a hand on her back. 
“Let’s go get you that drink you asked for earlier.”
As they walked past Michael, he leaned in, mumbling something.
“Good luck trying to fill her man’s shoes. Bro pretty much got her locked down. She just doesn’t know it yet.”
You watched as he guided her to the bar, hand placed above her ass. There goes that damn jealousy. Get it together, bitch. It’s just a sneaky link. Michael interrupted your thoughts yet again. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s rejoin the party.” His hand cupped your side as he guided you toward the music. The song changed, and Michael wrapped his arms around your waist.
“This my shit,” he groaned in your ear.
He pulled you closer, singing the words against your neck. The irritation for this man grew stronger with every unwanted advance he gave. 
His thirsty ass is getting on my damn nerves. I’m deleting this man from everything as soon as I get to Yah’s. If I’m even still invited. That’s right. I still want the dick. Thirsty hoes be damned. 
Michael's hand groped your thighs as he pressed up against you. You started to push his hands away and check him but felt fingers wrap around your wrist. With one strong tug, your steps fumbled behind a very pissed-off Yahya. Your mind hadn’t fully finished processing what was happening. It wasn’t until after he yanked you into a guest bathroom, closing and locking the door, that you started to catch on. Yahya pressed you against the door as his hand circled your throat. Wild eyes bore into yours as his chest heaved. He took a few moments to inhale and exhale.
“I don’t give a fuck what we are. He’s done touching you from this point on,” he said in a low and gravelly voice.
“Yah-.”
“I’m serious, Y/N. Whatever the fuck you two got going on. It’s done.”
“Last I checked, you’re not my father, and I barely listen to him anyway. Worry about what the hell you got going on with Jamaica.”
“You know that’s not her name,” he smirked.
“Whatever that hoe’s name is. Worry about what she got going on. Not me.”
“Your stubborn ass. You know damn well I brought that girl just to piss you off. It’s clear that it worked.”
“I’m not the one that got jealous and snatched you up like a rag doll.”
“Fine. I have no issue admitting I’m jealous. I want you, mama. All to myself.”
“You have me, Yah’. I told you I don’t want him, and I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”
“Let me be clear. I want you, all of you. Give me a chance, mama. I’m not all those other men that fumbled your pretty ass. Tell me that’s not what you want. Look me in my eyes and say it.”
“What’s wrong with the way things are?”
“What the fuck are you scared of? You can’t honestly sit there and tell me you don’t want the same. If that’s the case, you wouldn’t be salty over Jerrika.”
Yahya was right, but you kept letting your fear of another heartbreak cloud your judgment. You attempted to deflect.
“We’re being rude to our guests. Let’s go back to the party and finish this discussion later.”
“No, that shit’s out the window. You’re not going back out there so he can feel all on you. I told him you were dealing with someone. I even wished him good luck at trying to steal you for himself. It looks like I have to let him know what the fuck is up.”
“What does that even mean-.”
His hand circled your neck again. Pushing you back against the door, Yahya’s mouth clashed with yours hungrily. There was no sense in fighting it. Your body had been yearning for his attention all night. You felt him bend forward into the kiss, his hands reaching to hoist you up. Thick thighs locked around his waist as he ground against you. The back of your head fell against the door whimpering as Yahya’s lips trailed from your neck to the top of your breast. His tongue made contact with your skin, teeth nipping at the exposed flesh.
He groaned against your soft skin, “You wear this sexy little dress for me? Or your boyfriend?”
“Fuck you, Yah’,” you moaned.
“Oh, I plan to, baby.”
Yahya continued to lick and suck at the tops of your breast as his free hand snaked underneath the hem of your dress. A guttural groan vibrated against the bathroom walls as he felt your bare, wet, silky flesh.
“You’ve been hanging around with that dumbass with no fucking panties on,” he growled.
“Yes, but I didn’t do this for him. At the last minute, I made up my mind that I wanted to leave with you. I did this for you, baby.”
“That’s what the fuck I thought.”
The most erotic moan fell from your lips as two fingers dove into your slick heat. You started to ride his fingers, crying out, “Yes! Baby.” 
Yahya sucked, nibbled, and groaned against your throat. “That’s it, mama. Let them hear you. I know you can be louder than that.” 
His fingers sped up, scissoring in and out of your dripping folds. The feeling became too much as your core started to tighten. He could feel your muscles squeezing around his digits. 
“That’s it, love. Let go. Come all over Daddy’s fingers.” He pushed deep enough, tapping your spot.
 “Oh, f-fuck. Yahya!”
Still pumping his long digits slowly, he watched you ride out your high. He whispered sweet praise into your ear, “That’s a good girl. You did good, baby.”
Slowly sliding his fingers from inside you, he licked his fingers clean. You watched in awe as your tongue slid across your bottom lip. He smirked, knowing your freaky ass wanted a taste. Cupping your chin, Yahya pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. Your tongues wrestled for control as your hands undid his belt. Yahya pulled back, smiling, “Here?”
“I can’t wait until we get home. I want you now.”
He watched you unbutton and unzip his jeans, using both hands to push his pants and underwear down. Yahya scrunched your dress around your waist as he lined up with your entrance. He slid the tip in, pausing afterward. Your eyes narrowed, “stop fucking teasing me.”
“I’ll give you this dick now, but you better not hold back. Your better scream my fucking name like you do when we’re alone. Let that little bitch out there know who owns this pussy.”
You gave him a frantic nod thrusting your hips, trying to slide lower onto his throbbing member. A whine echoed as he slapped your thigh, “I’m running this shit, brat.” Your mouth opened to respond sarcastically, but Yahya slammed inside you, leaving you breathless.
“Thought that would shut your ass up,” he growled.
Yahya thrust deeper and deeper, causing your eyes to roll back. He angled you to where his pulsing rod tapped against that special little sponge. Your heels dug against him, and your nails scratched at his back. You skyrocketed toward a release, crying out his name repetitively.
“Yahya, yes! Yahya, please! Daddy,” you screamed, shaking violently.
He slowed his strokes long enough to bring you back down again. Pushing at his shoulder, you signaled that you wanted down. Yahya assumed you couldn’t take anymore and placed you on your feet. He held onto your waist to help you regain composure. Once you were stable, he reached for his zipper, but you stopped him.
“Wait, baby.”
Yahya looked puzzled. That was until your hands pressed into his chest, shoving him against the door. Dropping to your knees, he started to understand what you meant. Your glossy lips brushed against the tip of his thick member. His breath hitched as you licked around it. Your hands rested on his thighs as you took every inch down your throat.
Yahya’s groan reverberated throughout the room, “Got damn. Fuck, just like that, mama.” You hummed around his dick, forcing another growl from him. No longer able to control himself, Yahya gave in to his animalistic needs. His hands dug into your hair as Yahya pistoned against the back of your throat. The more you gagged around him, the closer he came to a release. One hand trailed from his thigh down to cup his balls. Massaging them, Yahya fucked your throat faster.
“Fuck, mama. I’m about to bust.”
Knowing how to send him over the edge, you hummed around his length. His hips stuttered a few times as he called out your name, sending his release down your throat. He plucked you from the floor, shoving his tongue into your mouth.
“Get dressed. I’m taking your fine ass home,” he demanded, smacking your behind.
Thankful for your richly melanated skin, you could hide a blush as the two of you rejoined the group. It was evident that everyone had heard the two of you. Your friends looked at you with knowing looks. Even Jerrika was smirking at the pair of you. The only person who seemed to be bothered was, of course, Michael. Not knowing what to say, Yahya stepped in, announcing your goodbyes. He dragged you toward a smiling Jerrika.
“I’m good, Yahya. I can catch a ride with someone or Uber. You wore that poor woman out in a packed party. Take your lady home.”
“Wait, you know about us,” you questioned his date.
“Sorry boo, I was in on this whole, make her jealous scheme,” she giggled.
“I should be mad at you two, but it did give me the push I needed. I guess he’s my man now, or whatever.”
“Took your ass long enough.”
“Not too much on me. I got trust issues. You know that.”
Yahya pulled you into his side as you made your exit. Unable to help himself, he made a stop on the way out.
“Alright now, be easy, bro. Don’t worry about driving her home tonight. Daddy got her,” he smiled cockily at the pissed look on Michael’s face.
“Don’t be upset, bro. I told you, baby girl had a man.”
“That’s cool. I’m not really into hoes anyway.”
The room went eerily silent. You tugged at Yahya’s hand, begging him to ignore him.
“He’s just trying to get a rise out of you, Yah’. Just come with me, please. He’s not worth it.”
You had almost convinced him to turn the other cheek, but Michael added fuel to the fire.
“That’s right. Listen to your loose ass bitch.”
Acting quickly, you stepped between the two men.
“I got this, Yahya.”
He was aware that you were a little spitfire. Curiosity got the best of him, so he obliged, stepping back to let you handle your shit like a grown-ass woman. Spinning on your heels, you tilted your head back to look Michael in the eyes.
“You thought you ate with that, huh?”
He smirked, shrugging his shoulders. Proud of calling a woman out her name not once but twice. Stepping closer, your voice filled with venom.
“Stop pretending in front of all these folks, Mike. I was never giving a weak-ass man such as yourself a chance. I don’t know why your pride is so hurt. I’ve told you several times that this wasn’t going beyond friendship. What? You send me dick pics, and you think I’m trying to take that shit for a ride? What good is all that penis if you don’t know how to work it? That’s right, boo. The ladies have been talking. The word around town is your stroke game’s weak as fuck. I wouldn’t even let you get a lick, let alone fuck you.”
He sat there embarrassed and stunned by what you revealed to the room. Trying to save face, he made one last attempt to bring you down.
“Nobody checking for that fat ass bitch anyway.”
His hand slipped from your grasp before you could stop him. Yahya stomped over to Michael, sending one hard blow to his face. With just one punch, he knocked him out cold. Making his way back to you, Yahya grabbed your hand, kissing it.
“It had to happen, mama. My mouth will make it up to you when we get home," he pecked your lips, tugging you out the door, to his vehicle.
Yahya leaned in, breath fanning against your neck. His hand reached across your lap, clasping you into the seatbelt. Yahya playfully bit your jaw, grazing your breast as he pulled away. As he started to close your door, he rasped, "You might want to take a nap on the way home. I'm about to have you wrapped around me all night. In more ways than one."
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𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.
The night was finally here, and Simone couldn't be more excited– for many reasons.
She's been praying all week, for exposure that would send her career skyrocketing to the moon.
She'd finally get to show off her Logan original, and who wouldn't wanna be seen with a man as fine as hers!?
Ogling at how the fabric hugged her skin, she finally sat down and slid her feet into the gold heels Anthony gifted her, wrapping the laces around her ankles.
She decided to let Fiona do her hair in the same fashion as Jasmine's half up half down, since she'd fallen in love with it. Fluffing the strands in her ponytail, she lets it fall over her shoulders.
"I look so good.... wow."
"Wow is right." Anthony walks into her room with a red rose in his hand, causing all thirty-two of her teeth to present themselves, in a blindingly-white smile.
"You were supposed to wait downstairs, it was gonna be a surprise." She says, not being able to suppress the smile on her face as he closes in the space between them, placing sweet kisses on her lips.
"Usually, I'm a very patient man, but you've been up here squealing for the last fifteen minutes," he says, while she playfully rolls her eyes and turns back towards her mirror. "I had to see what the fuss was about."
"And, well?"
"You look fucking amazing, babygirl." He wraps one arm around her waist and hands her the pretty red flower. She puts it up to her nose as the rosiness on her cheeks starts to become more evident.
"Thank you. You clean up nice, as well." He was clad in a white dress shirt with a couple of the buttons undone, daringly orange slacks and white loafers.
"Ah, she's being nice to me. Tonight must be very special." He teases.
She tries to turn in his grasp, which he tightens.
"I've been nice to you, before tonight!"
"Only because I ate that pretty pussy of yours.”
The inside of her thighs tingle at the memory.
She clears her throat. "Well, maybe you should do that, more often, hm?" She stares into the mirror, meeting his glazed over gaze.
With that, he releases his tight hold on her, making sure to keep her hand in his. "Let's get you to this event, before we miss it altogether.
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Stepping out of his custom painted, candy green BMW M3, Anthony rounds the passenger side and opens Simone's door, shielding her from the bright lights of the cameras.
Tossing his keys to the valet, he waits for her to hook her hand onto his broad arm and escorts her up the stairs of the W hotel— one of the fanciest places in downtown Atlanta.
"I hope they caught my good side," she jokes as they head towards the elevator.
"You don't have a bad side." He says.
She looks up at him with a raised brow. He looks down and matches her gaze, causing her to look away and laugh.
"Am I lying?" A chuckle intertwined with his question.
"No, no... you're not lying."
They step inside and ride up to the fifth floor. The doors slide open and a gasp leaves her mouth. Pink and black balloons litter the high ceilings, along with gold streamers.
"Wow, they really outdo themselves, every year!" She exclaims.
He nods in agreement.
"Agreed. Last year was nice, but this is better." He carefully helps her down the shiny, black winding staircase to the cherrywood floor.
"Simone!" Jada calls out, waving her hand over her head, trying to get her best friend's attention.
"You hear my name?" Simone glances in different directions as the calling continues.
"Sounds like Jada." He says, looking around now, too.
"Simone! Over here!" The pair turn to their left, finding Jada in a scandalous, red dress. The velvet number clings to her figure like a second skin, with a slit that sits at her right hip.
"Well, damn! I think you might've shown me up tonight." Simone huffs, pulling Jada into a hug.
"I could never! This dress is killing me! I love your hair, too! You look absolutely stunning!”
"Thank you, thank you! You look amazing, sis. Who slayed this hair?"
She flips her burgundy, two-toned hair off her shoulder.
"Obviously, me! You know, I don't let anybody do my hair, besides Fiona, cause she'd literally kill me if I denied her."
"We make her sound scary."
"She is."
Jada smirks as she tilts her head up at Anthony, who squints his eyes at her, in a lighthearted manner.
“Hey, boyfriend!” She sings, making Simone sigh.
"Always nice to see you, Jada. Tell your sister, congratulations, for me."
"I definitely will. How's life been treating you?"
"Oh, it's very sweet, right now." he squeezes
Simone's shoulder. "How about you?"
"Peachy as hell. Tonight's just another cherry on top." Her dimples deepen.
"There's the superstar!" Logan walks up to Simone, immediately stopping herself from gawking at the man behind her.
"Hey, Logan! Wow, this dress is beautiful! Did you make this one, too!?"
"Indeed, I did!" She turns towards Jada with her hand outstretched. "Hi, I'm Logan. I've heard so much about you."
"And, everybody's familiar with the famous Logan!
You're so pretty! I'm Jada." She compliments.
"So are you!"
"Logan, this is Anthony. Anthony, this Logan, the best assistant I've ever had." He shakes her hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Logan. You've got some real talent."
"Oh, the friend,” she drags out, making Jada snicker. “It's nice to meet you, too, and thank you! I appreciate that.”
"Can I get everybody's attention, towards the front?” Rose taps the mic twice, while everyone starts to turn their heads towards the stage.
Her chocolate, sequined dress hugs her curves in all the right places, while the slit that runs up her thigh adds a sultry vibe.
"Wow, it's starting to fill up in here, huh?"
Laughter fills the room, proving how much space it has, as the bass of the sound bounces off the vast walls.
“I wanna thank everybody for doing their part in making tonight happen. It takes so much time to coordinate these things, and I just really appreciate the dedication and hard work that y'all have been putting in, since the year started. I know everybody isn't here yet, but I just wanted to quickly say that."
She waves as everyone applauds.
"She looks so good!" Simone compliments aloud.
"She does! You see the slit?!" Jada excitedly asks.
"I did! I know her husband is loving it."
Simone chuckles, before asking the very question that's been on the tip of her tongue, since Jada called her over.
"Where's Derek?" Jada smiles, before rolling her eyes.
"He's talking to Mark. That man's always got something going on," she rolls her eyes. "I told him that I'd be by the bar when he was done."
Simone stretches on her toes and stares in the direction of the bar, spotting Derek waiting for Jada.
"I see him. Let's head over there." They head through the slight crowd of people and sit along the granite countertop on black barstools.
"Hey, baby." Jada greets Derek with a kiss. "Look who I found!"
"Hey, Simone," he extends a hug her way. "It's nice to see you, again.”
"You, too!" She says, giving him a knowing look. He laughs, before slapping hands with Anthony.
"Wassup, man!” They say in unison, making the girls laugh.
Sitting beside her, he sits it on Simone's knee, beginning to rub circles on her exposed skin.
"Can I get a shot of tequila?” she looks over at him, "you want anything?"
He shakes his head. "I'm good for now.”
Simone grabs her shot and knocks it back, before leaning back into his chest.
“Thanks again for coming with me, tonight.”
"I know how important this is to you. I wouldn't have missed it, babygirl." He kisses her cheek.
"Hello, beautiful people!” Rose greets, placing her cold hands on Simone and Jada's shoulders.
"Hey, boss lady!" Simone responds.
"You look beautiful tonight!" Jada adds.
"Thank you. You two show out every year with these dresses, I see!"
"We all got the memo about the slit, too!" They burst into a fit of giggles. Anthony chuckles at their exchange.
"Who is this gorgeous man, you've got on your arm, honey?"
"This is Anthony. Anthony, this is my boss, Rose." They politely shake each other's hand.
"That's her boo thang!" Jada interjects with a grin on her face.
"Well, it's definitely nice to meet you. I knew there was a source behind this glow." Rose says, knowingly.
"Anything to make her happy. It's nice to meet you, as well.
"Do you mind if I steal her, for a minute?"
"Just as long as you bring her back to me." He smirks as he helps Simone off the stool.
"I promise. Come, dear. I've got something to show you." The pair head back through the crowd, towards the side of the stage, where a gold plaque sits.
"I wanted to show you this. Look in the top left corner."
"Oh my God, Rose! Is that my name?!" She asks in disbelief.
"Of course it is, girl! You deserve it."
"This is huge! Oh wow, this is so huge!" She starts pacing, dramatically.
"I've got another surprise for you.”
“What??” Simone asks, blinking rapidly as she steps back onto the stage, gaining everyone's attention, quicker this time.
"Now that everyone has arrived, I wanna thank everybody again for coming. Now I can share my announcement with you all."
"I've been thinking about how my business has been running for the past three years, and I've been making some slight changes. I'll be opening two new locations in October. There'll be one in California and one in Manhattan. Also, I've decided to finally pick my COO. I'd been sitting on it, because I couldn't picture who was right for this position, but now it's clearer than it's ever been.”
She reaches for the black and pink, hand-sculpted glass A. "It is with great pleasure that I introduce to y'all, Simone Carson." The body of well-dressed people applauds for her.
Jada's mouth falls open as she starts cheering, while Anthony ecstatically claps like the proud beau he is.
Simone, on the other hand, carries her shaky legs up the steps to accept the award. Her widened eyes cause Rose to laugh.
"Really? Me??" She asks, over the noise.
"There's no one else more deserving, dear!" She gives Simone a hug and moves away from the mic, letting her have the spotlight.
She nervously smiles and looks out at the people, as their cheering comes to a slow stop.
"Wow... I don't even know what to say.... thank you," she looks towards Rose. "You have a lot of faith in me and I don't always know what to do with that, because I don't wanna disappoint you, but obviously I'm doing something right!," slight laughter erupts. "I appreciate you for giving me a chance to show my creativity. I probably would've never made it this far, without you constantly pushing me. Thank you so much.”
"We love you, Simone!" Jada yells from the side of the stage, just a few feet behind Anthony, who's got the most impressed expression on his face. More people join in, the applause beginning again.
"I love y'all, too! Thanks, again."
Rose and Simone are escorted down the stairs and off to the side of the stage, where she places the award in security's hands.
"I'm gonna lock it up in the office, just to keep it safe. It'll be in your office tomorrow.”
Simone nods, still in shock. "Thank you.”
"You're welcome. Your friends are waiting for you." She pats her shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of your night. I'll see you, Monday."
"Oh my gosh, congratulations!" Jada rushes over, pulling Simone into a hug that pulls her tears to the surface.
"Thank you! I'm so shocked right now. I would've never guessed that I'd be in this position!"
"You deserve it, girl! You work your ass off!"
"It's true!" Logan pops up. "You deserve it all! I'm so happy for you.
"Ugh," Simone drags her thumbs underneath her eyes, stopping the tears from ruining her makeup.
"Thanks, you guys."
"Awww!" They pull her into a hug, smothering her with their love.
"Ant’s is waiting on you." Jada gets behind her and pushes her towards him. Simone playfully smacks her hands away.
"Cut it out! I'm going." She walks the short distance to him, yelping as her feet leave the ground.
His strong arms hold her up as he places a passionate kiss on her lips, making her head spin as she reaches out to hold his shoulders.
"I'm so proud of you." His voice takes on a husky tone that'll quickly ruin her panties, before the night is through.
He sets her back on her feet, his hands lingering on her hips.
"Thank you, baby." The look in her brown eyes is one he's only seen a couple of times.
"You had no clue, did you?” He asks, laughing as she shakes her head.
"I never thought, in a million years, that a position like that would have my name on it! Like, who am I??"
"A boss. A go-getter. You're everything.” He says, laying it on extra thick.
She smirks. "I'm everything, huh?"
"You didn't need me to tell you that."
"No, but I like the way it sounds, coming out of your mouth." She bites down on her bottom lip.
"You wanna celebrate here or take it back to the crib, because the way you're talking–”
"Relax. You're not the only one that can tease."
She pulls him back towards the bar and orders three more shots of tequila, all of them immediately hitting her bloodstream to give her the buzz she's been craving.
"Can you drink with me, please?"
He lets his shoulders slouch as she orders him two shots of rum. She slides them towards him, cheesing widely as she watches him knock them back, clapping obnoxiously.
“Yay, no more stuck in the mud!” She teases.
"Keep it up.”
"Or what?" She challenges him.
He darkly chuckles. "You'll see.”
As the night goes on, the liquor continues to flow between them, along with the skyrocketing sexual tension.
Popping another shrimp puff into her mouth, her eyes dance across his face. "Let's get out of here."
Without a word, he pulls her up from the stool and leads her towards the elevator, sliding inside before the doors close. She reaches forward to push the button for the first floor.
Completely in their own world and ignoring the other two people inside, Anthony kisses along Simone's neck as she tries to suppress her moans.
The doors open and they practically rush outside, not caring about the millions of flashing cameras going off as they do so.
"Miss Carson, over here!"
"Is this your new beau?!"
"How does it feel to be a COO?!"
"It's feels fucking great!” She slurs at the reporters as he opens the passenger door for her, laughing as she dramatically slides into the seat.
“Let's get you home.”
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Unlocking her front door, Simone, less than gracefully, walks through her living area, into the kitchen and pulls the bottle of peach crown royal out of her top left cabinet, twisting the top off.
"It's that type of night, huh?" He amusedly questions, leaning on her white marble countertop.
She responds by turning the bottle up, swallowing some of the strong, yet sweet, poison. Sitting it down, she drags her thumb across her bottom lip.
"This is my celebratory liquor! This calls for it, no?" She smirks as he rounds the counter, closing in the space between them.
"Yes, but I think you've drank enough, tonight." He dips his head into her neck, kissing her hot spots. "Let me show you how proud I am.”
She bites her lip and verbally agrees, squealing as he lifts her off the ground and rushes upstairs.
"Wait, wait!” He sets her on her feet, almost confused, until she turns around and points to the back of her dress for him to unhook it.
"We can't mess up this dress. I may be drunk, but I'm not crazy.... well..."
"I was just about to say,” he starts, but gets cut off by her turning her head to glare at him.
"Your words, not mine." He chuckles, carefully pulling the dress away from her body, leaving her in nothing but the red lace thong that he'd gifted her, on one of their many shopping sprees.
"Mm," a growl leaves his throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin.
His lips kiss a path down her back, as he kneels down to untie her shoes and help her step out of them.
She sighs as her toes welcome the plushness of her pink carpet, before turning back around to face him.
He picks her up and sits her on the edge of her bed, pulling her small ottoman in front of him and sitting down.
Pulling her drenched thong to the side, he groans at the string of nectar that clings to the fabric.
"Look at this pretty fuckin' pussy,” he breathes, pressing his thumb against her clit, sending her back arching away from the bed.
"Mmm." She tugs on her bottom lip as she stares at him through her low lids. "It's so wet for you.”
"I see," his thumb continues to rub her clit in circles, slowly driving her insane.
"Unh– please..." her hand reaches out to grip his curls, pulling him closer to her core.
"What do you need me to do, princess?" He teasingly kisses her inner thigh, as she rests her legs on his shoulders.
"Eat this pussy, baby."
He glides his tongue over her slit and suckles her clit into his mouth, warranting her soft cries to fill the air.
"Ohh fuck!" Her head falls back into her pillows as she locks her ankles around his neck. He moans at her sweet taste.
"Just like that,” his tongue laps up her slit, repeatedly.
"Mmm... pussy so good, babygirl," he moans against her, making matters worse. He dips his tongue into her drenched opening, slurping up everything she has to offer.
Taking his index and middle finger, he rubs them against her slit and plunges them into her, immediately curving to her spot as his tongue finds her clit, suckling it like his favorite candy.
"You're gonna make me cum!" Her back arches as she grabs his wrist, moaning as he increases his pace and flicks his tongue against her clit.
"I'm gonna cum!-– I'm gonna cum!"
Her hands rub over his head, fighting between pulling him closer and kicking him away.
"Cum for me, baby." He growls against her heat.
Her body caves in as her orgasm rushes through her. Her profane praises fill in his ears as he continues his lashing on her sensitive bud.
"Unh! St— ooh shit, stop!" She pushes his head away and cups her wet core, trying to catch her breath.
Her low, red eyes stare up at him, while he strips out of his clothes, making her throb all over again.
"C'mere,” she beckons him with one finger, pulling him for a juicy kiss, which turns into him stealing her breath as he dives into her.
Groaning against her lips, he stuffs his face into her neck and begins slowly thrusting in and out of her. Her nails scrape along his back.
"Fuck!" She whimpers, "just like that, baby.”
Slightly increasing his pace, his hips begin to roll into hers, making her see stars, on top of the alcohol rushing through her bloodstream.
"You're so deep!" She kisses his ear and wraps her legs around his waist.
"You like that shit," his gruff tone sends a chill up her spine.
“Love that shit, baby,” she moans back, “fuck me!”
Leaning up and placing his hands flat on the bed, his hips begin to slam into hers, deliciously knocking against her spot.
Her body reacts by seizing up, she places her hand at his hip, slightly keeping him back. "Fuck!"
"Take this dick, princess." His hand wraps around her throat, while hers stays glued to his hip.
"I- unh!"
"You what, babygirl? " he teases, pressing his thumb against the front of her throat, a little weakness he'd learned in the first few times they'd had sex.
Her hands travel up to his stomach, pressing firmly against it. He grips her wrists and places both of her hands over her head.
"Keep them up here." He demands, returning his hand to her neck, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip.
"It's so deep!" Her hands tremble something terrible as her spot is continuously pressed up against by his thick intruder.
"You can handle it," he assures. "Handle this dick, like a big girl."
Her eyes roll back slightly at his words, but the force of him pulling out and jabbing back in to precisely hit her spot sends them all the way back in her head.
"Shit!" Her hands fly towards his waist. He quickly grabs and places them back over her head, leaning closer to her face.
"Keep ‘em up,” he repeats before leaning back up and dipping his hips into her.
Her hands go to her mouth, muffling her cries as she bends away from the bed.
"You look so good, takin' this dick... hands up, babygirl."
Her hands reluctantly leave his skin again, falling just above her head, twitching to push at his waist, instead they tighten their grip on the sheets.
"Why you keep pushin' me away, huh?" Leaning down to hover his lips over hers, his strokes never let up.
Her fluttering gaze makes him smile and kiss her parted lips. "Too much?"
"Yes," her hands find his shoulders, immediately digging into his skin. Taking her hands into his own, he presses them back into the mattress, holding them there.
"It's too much, huh?" He taunts, hitting a little deeper.
"Yes! Ooh shit! Ooh shit!" Her toes curl at the intense pleasure rushing through her body. His lips find her neck, whispering into her heated skin.
"You want me to stop?"
"No! Don't stop!"
"Say it, again."
"D-don't stop,” she whimpers.
"Again."
"Don't stop, baby! I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum on this dick, princess." His strokes speed up, knocking her breath away and pulling a strong orgasm out of her.
Her mouth drops open as she squirms underneath him, digging her nails into her hands as he continues to drill into her.
"Ohh fuck! It feels so good, fuck!"
"That's right, baby," he nips at her skin, "drench that shit."
His name rolls off her tongue as she goes into orgasmic shock, wiggling in his grasp til he releases her.
Cupping her hand over her sensitive lower lips, she doesn't get the chance to recoup as she's flipped over and gripped up by the hips.
Her breath gets caught in her chest as he slams back into her. He grips the front of her throat with one hand as he begins to pound into her.
"Oh shhhit!" Her hand slaps against his stomach as he speeds up. Her back continuously arches at the feeling.
"Shut up." his hand collides with her cheek, leaving it stinging something awful.
"Fuck! Wh--what did I do?"
Wrapping his hand around her ponytail, he yanks her up, his chest pressing against her back.
"Remember all that shit you was talking, princess?... bein’ so fuckin’ bold… huh?” He smacks her ass again, another yelp leaving her.
"Come on, baby... talk yo shit."
"I'm– unh! I'm so-- fuck!" Her nails dig into his thighs as she tries to force her words out, his sped up thrusts doing nothing to help her.
"Say it!"
"Shhhhhit!--I'm s-sorry!" She stumbles, feeling another orgasm creep up in her belly.
"What was that?" He taunts.
"I'm sorryyy! Fuck! I- ooooh, I missed you!" She whines as her body caves in and her fingers latch onto the sheets in front of her.
"I know, babygirl," the smirk is evident in his voice, "I missed your bratty ass, too.”
"I'm cummin'!" A gasp leaves her mouth as she collapses into the sweaty, deep blue cotton sheets.
Continuing to glide in and out of her, he kisses up her back and neck, chuckling at her heavy breathing.
"Shit.... you make such a mess, princess." He mumbles, staring down at the white cream coating his thick shaft.
He was far from done.
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Rolling over to turn her alarm off, Simone ends up smacking the phone off the dresser, completely.
"Ugh," she grumbles and turns back in the other direction, laying her head back on Anthony’s warm chest.
She glances up at his face and laughs to herself, at his soft snores. Feeling a kick in her bladder, she's off to her bathroom to relieve it of all the tequila and whiskey, from the night before.
Washing her hands, her fluffy slippered feet carry her back into her room. She bends down to retrieve her phone, rolling her eyes as the alarm that woke her up, was pertaining to her having a conference call for the first steps in the redesign for Allura.
Plopping down on the bed, she places her phone right over his face and snaps a couple of pictures, giggling as he starts to move around a bit.
Latching his hand onto her arm, he lazily pulls her back into his side and kisses her face, eyes still closed. She lays the phone on the dresser.
"Duty calls, this early in the morning?" He asks, soothingly running the tips of his fingers up and down her back.
"Nah, it was just a reminder. I set random alarms to keep me on my feet, today." She explains.
"Yet, you're still in bed," he chuckles as she crawls onto his chest, tucking her face into his neck.
"I don't wanna get up, right now." She mumbles, sighing as he wraps his warm arms around her.
"Come on, boss lady. I'll make you breakfast," he turns his head in her direction to nip at her ear, which makes her flinch.
"You'll make my favorite?" She asks, her face still tucked in his neck.
"Of course, babygirl." He leans his head over to kiss her shoulder. "Cinnamon and strawberry french toast with scrambled eggs."
She giggles as his kisses reach her neck, just milliseconds away from her sweet spot as she reveals her morning face.
"Okay, okay!"
"Thanks for taking my makeup off, by the way. I was out of it."
"It's nothing. As much as I love to listen to you rant about your extensive and expensive skincare, I thought I'd save you, this go-round." He smiles as she stares him down.
"You're an ass."
"An ass, that put yours to sleep."
Cutting into her third slice of French toast, Simone grumbles at the sound of her alarm going off, again.
"You never take off, do you?" Anthony states more than asks, flipping another piece of the egg, strawberry and cinnamon battered bread in the pan.
"I didn't realize how fast this would move! Rose said in a week tops and she meant it!" He laughs at the change in her pitch as she goes on.
"This basically fell in my lap, and like the goofy bitch I am, I decided to take on the fucking challenge." She frowns.
"Quit referring to yourself as such and stop pouting. Look at me," he says, waiting for her gaze to line up with his.
"You're a boss. Bosses get things done— isn't that what you always tell me? I mean, look at what you accomplished last night!”
"Yeah, I know but-"
"No but's, Simone. You got this, and you know you do. I agree, it's a big project, but there's nothing too big for you to handle.
Suddenly feeling full, she mushes the rest of her eggs with her fork, letting her eyes linger on the mountain of man at her stove.
"I wish I believed in me, as much as you do." She chuckles as he nods in agreement.
"Me too."
“Can you show me how much you believe in me? I need a pep talk.” She says, smirking at the words leaving her lips.
“Whatever you need, princess.” He chuckles, hoisting her up from the stool and carrying her over to the sofa.
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After a mid-morning quickie that almost clashed with her conference call, Simone rushes into her upstairs office space and closes the door, leaving Anthony downstairs, with a wide grin on his face.
Quickly re-buttoning her shirt, she sits down in her pink office chair and places the phone on speaker.
"Good morning, Miss Carson, are you ready?" A female voice asks.
"Yes, good morning," she grabs her bottle of water and chugs half of it, trying to rehydrate and calm her nerves.
"Alright, let's get started. My name is Sabrina, how are you?"
"It's nice to meet you, Sabrina. I'm doing good, how about yourself?"
"Pleasure's mine, and I'm well. Now, the best place for us to start would be in the front and work our way around and up. I'm thinking maybe, either the lobby or the elevators. Which one works for you?"
"We can start with the elevators. It'll be an inconvenience, but I'd rather knock that out, now.”
"Alright, great. What ideas did you have in mind to give those elevators a facelift?"
"I was thinking cream marble with gold veins on the interior with a mirrored accent wall on the back panel. Also candlelight trim around the floor borders. Also, I need a smooth transition between the interior and exterior of the building, but we can cross that bridge when we get to it," she ends with a soft laugh.
Sabrina is on the other end using her iPad to make notes and sketches of possible end results.
“I like the way that sounds, Miss Carson. Rose did make mention of black marble on the exterior, so I definitely see what you mean about having a smooth transition between the spaces."
What was meant to be a roughly thirty minute conference turned into two hours as the pair continued to share ideas back and forth.
"I can tell this is going to be a lovely partnership,
Simone. You've got some serious style.
"Thank you so much!," she says, accepting the compliment graciously.
"We also heard about you getting the COO position, congratulations!," Simone softly laughs, responding with a second, sweet thank you.
"You're welcome. I think we made a pretty good headway today. The crew will be in on Monday at 9am sharp to start renovations. I'll call if I have any more questions, and don't be afraid to do the same.”
"Will do, ma'am. You have a great rest of your day."
“You too, boss lady.”
As soon as she hangs up, an incoming call from Jada comes through.
Propping her phone up against her folders, she accepts the FaceTime call, shaking her head as a cheery Jada comes into view.
"Good morning!"
"Good morning, chile."
"You disappeared early, last night." Jada gives her a knowing look.
"Sorry, girl. That dick was callin' my name."
"Mmhm. The glow says it all. You look like somebody oiled your fast ass up!"
"Oh, he definitely could!" she fondly sighs and leans back in her chair. "What's up, though?"
"I just wanted to call and bother you, and congratulate you, again! Miss COO! We should celebrate!"
"Yes, we should! You got plans, tonight?" Simone asks.
"I do, now! Let's go to Peach!"
"Alright, what color are we wearing?"
"Hmm... black?, maybe.... pink?"
"Oh God, I gotta go see what I can find, now."
“Yes, cause we finna fuck it up tonight!”
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