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jeansplaytoy · 6 months

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‘ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 .

you took interest in someone you never thought you would.

arminxreader, black!reader, 90s highschool based, language throughout, sexual references throughout (maybe not in this chapter), hood themed, mental /some physical abuse, armin referred to as ‘white boy armin’, all characters are 18+ except for the ones that obviously aren’t and in the beginning, NO PROOFREAD YALL.

“aye, white boy.”

“white boy armin!”

“you’re a disappointment, armin.”

“mommy loves you, armin. okay?”

he lived up to those same words and phrases everyday, nothing new. it’s just the way he lived. growing up from hearing his mom and dad argue every single damn day, shits annoying. especially when the attention moved on to him.

and he was only 12.

“you don’t know what he goes through at school, or even here, because you’re not around enough!” that was his mom.

“i don’t give a shit what happens at school or here. i don’t want him to grow up like the rest of the kids on these streets. look at where we fuckin live, woman! you actually think he’s gonna have fun here?” that was his dad. he hates his dad. he was always yelling, and drinking, and yelling again.

but armin was quiet. he didn’t really get to have a say in things, but even when he did, he didn’t say anything.

“yo, armin! can you come out today?” eren asked, across the street of armin’s house. he stood up and glanced back at his house, shrugging.

and then there were the streets. the damn hood streets where a lot of shit happens, a lot of shit was seen. but he had to be some kind of ‘privileged white boy’? no. did he wanna be? no. but he didn’t like where he lived. he only grew to like it, especially when you came into the picture.

now you were one of the girls that everyone wanted to talk to at school, the one with the good style and the good personality that every boy always wanted to kiss or date.

“this armin. he cool, real chill. he quiet but you know, you gon’ start liking him when y’all get closer.” ony said. you all walked the sidewalks together, them walking you home to make sure you were safe on the way. ‘them’ being eren, ony, and armin. eren knew armin the longest, and he would be considered to be ‘white boy eren’, but he wasn’t even from around there. he went to a different school, and fought almost everywhere he went, which is why he wasn’t from around there anymore.

“you new here or sum? or you just quiet.” you looked up at him, holding your backpack on your shoulder.

“quiet.” he muttered, looking away.

he wasn’t gonna lie when he said he didn’t really like you at first. but as years went by, it was more of you he could stand.

“boy i don’t want you. i already said that.” you looked at a boy as you closed your locker.

“bi-“

“say it. i want you to.” armin said, leaning against a locker behind the guy, making him turn around. “who the fuck you posed to be? oh. that white boy.” he scoffed.

armin raised his eyebrows.

yeah, that was his third fight that month.

and the third time his dad yelled at him in that week.

“why the hell am i gettin’ calls from the school saying you’re suspended again? see, this is why you need to stay in the damn house and be homeschooled—!”

as he kept rambling, armin closed the fridge and sighed, walking upstairs.

“don’t walk away from me when i’m fucking talking to you, arlert!” his dad slammed his beer glass down and followed armin.

“so i can’t walk and listen at the same time? ight.” armin mumbled.

“the fuck did you just say?” his dad squinted, making his way to his room.

armin turned around. “i said-“ “honey, just leave him alone. he hasn’t did anything bad, maybe he was just defending his self!” his mom rushed in the picture, but was shoved out of the way. his dad grabbed his shirt and pinned him against the wall.

“listen you little shit. you talk back to me again and i’ll break your fuckin’ face. i don’t know where you get your attitude from, but you need to shut the hell up like you did when you were younger.” his dad snapped through gritted teeth. armin’s breathing got heavy and he bit his bottom lip with a force, nearly making his own lip bleed.

“just get off of him!” his mom yelled.

his dad stared into his eyes, fuming with anger. he shoved him against the wall one last time before turning and stoping downstairs. armin stood there for a few seconds before going in his room, slamming the door behind him.

he threw his self down on his bed and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes with a slight frown. that’s when he got a text.

ony

yo u tryna hoop?

he tossed his phone down beside him and sniffed, getting up and looking through his drawers for basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

he changed his clothes and shoes, fixing his hair in the mirror before grabbing his second backpack and his phone, walking out of his room.

he went downstairs and to his kitchen, where his mom washed the dishes. “where you headed, sweetie?” she asked. “bouda hoop, Ma. ill be back tonight.” he grabbed a bottle of water and walked towards the front door. “don’t come too late.” his mom said before blowing him a kiss.

armin nodded and shut the door behind him, starting to walk out of the driveway and down the sidewalk. the walk was like 5 minutes. 5 minutes that he didn’t care about because nothing else in his life was that important.

but when he made it, it was slightly better.

“i know that ain’t white boy armin, man i heard you got suspended today.” one of his friends dapped him up. “yeah, ian worried bout that. i just wanna hoop right now.” he walked towards the basketball goal with ony, jean, and connie.

“wassup, Arm’. you ain’t been here in a minute.” connie chuckled, patting his back. “ight, let’s go.”

and there you were, sitting on the bench by yourself, simply because ony dragged you there. sasha and mikasa had extra work to do that day, so you were the only girl there. you didn’t have a problem with it tho, because you knew everyone there.

“want me to watch and he can’t even make the shot.” you whispered to yourself with a small chuckle, pulling out your phone to find something better to entertain yourself with.

after about an hour, yeah, an hour of being there for no reason, you saw someone coming over to you. you looked up to see armin. he sat at the bench, a few inches away from you, wiping his sweat and checking his phone.

“you good?” you frowned a little. “yeah.” he mumbled. you hummed, guessing he didn’t really wanna have a conversation with you at the moment.

“ain’t you ony girl?” he tilted his head. “i thought you was in our lil group. no, we not together.” you shook your head, watching the rest of the boys continue to play basketball.

“um, thank you for defending me or whatever at school. i hate when boys do the shit they do.” you said. “don’t even mention it.” he mumbled. you looked at him for a minute before something caught your eye. “you got a scratch.” you pointed to his finger.

“hm.” he looked at you.

you smacked your lips and pointed, grabbing his hand. “a scratch.” you said before looking closer. “oh, that’s glass. you ain’t feel that?” you asked, sitting his hand on your lap and trying to get the glass out by yourself.

he didn’t really mind it, so he let you, despite the small amounts of pain that shot through his finger every time you touched it.

“nah. not until you pointed it out.” he mumbled, leaning back.

you threw the small shard of glass under the bench and reached in your small purse, grabbing a bandaid.

“you actually keep bandaids in yo purse?” he asked. you shrugged with a small smile. “i know y’all boys be easy to scratch up.” you said, rubbing the bandaid on his finger before letting go of his hand.

armin looked at you for a few seconds before humming. “that’s prolly just me.”

you laughed and shook your head. “well. you ain’t sweating no more. you could go back out there.” you pointed, right before jean called him back on the court.

armin smacked his lips a little and nodded slowly, standing up and walking over to the rest of the boys.

you decided to watch them start playing again, glancing at a different person every time someone stole or passed the ball. it was a few minutes back in, some people took their shirts off. but only one caught your eye.

‘he that fit?’ you thought to yourself, seeing armin’s abs and arms. his arms had a little muscle, and of course he wasn’t buff buff. but it did look like he worked out a little. or more than that.

you continued to watch them play, your eyes never leaving him.

even when he glanced back at you, standing to the side of one of their dumb free throws.

his lip quirked a half smile a little before he got back to playing. and again, minutes passed, a lot of minutes, to hours. that’s when everyone finally decided to go home.

“come on, y/n.” ony yawned, grabbing his things. the streetlights were on now, and everyone was getting tired. you were about to stand up until you heard the basketball bouncing again.

“i’m… just gon stay here wit’ armin til he wanna leave. i’ll text you when i get home.” you mumbled.

“ight. be safe.” ony flicked your forehead before walking out of the gate with connie.

you hummed and looked back over to armin who just dribbled and shot the ball for a few more minutes. that was until he sighed, making one last shot and letting the ball fall, turning around.

you saw him pause, probably being jumpscared by how you were just sitting there, before holding his chest and letting out a deep sigh. “what the fuck?” he walked over to you. “why you still here?” he asked, grabbing his things.

“ian want you to be alone. duh.” you got up as he grabbed his things. you grabbed your purse and phone, waiting on armin to finish packing his stuff.

“you coulda just went home.”

“i know that.”

“don’t you got some typa curfew?” armin asked, starting to walk. you walked beside him. “no, and you do?” you looked up at him. “nah. i just think it’s weird how you would randomly wait for me. no problem wit it tho. ‘preciate it.” he said.

“cus ion want you to be here alone.” you said as you both left the gate and started to walk down the street.

“well how you gettin home? i know you live on the other side of the block.” he mumbled. “the good side.”

you smacked your lips with a smile. “ion live on the good side. shit still happens there. the neighborhood still boring as fuck. i just… don’t pay attention to it.” you shrugged.

you continued to walk and talk until you both made it to armin’s house.

armin suddenly stopped. “we gon have to go around.”

“why?”

“ion want you walkin home alone.”

“why would i be walking home alone if my house is right behind the fence of yours?” you started walking to the side, and backyard of his house.

“hol’ up, huh?”

“hold on, lift me.” you grabbed the top of the fence. “uh.. okay.” armin muttered, letting you step on his hands.

when you were halfway across, you sat there for a second.

“thanks for walking me home.” you smiled a little, hopping down and walking towards your own house, leaving armin confused.

“well damn.” he pursed his lips together, picking his things back up and walking towards his house.

after that… well, you don’t even remember. all you know is, that was the one time you two got close.

the one time, just for now.

part two here!

#aot headcanons #aot x reader #armin x black reader #armin aot #armin x you #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin headcanons #armin x y/n #armin fluff #aot armin #armin arlet x reader #armin x black y/n #armin arlet x black reader

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phoenixyfriend · 9 months

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Hey have a fun AU I came up with the other day after reading a bunch of fics with related tropes

It's a raised Sith AU. Anakin was found by Sidious well before he was found by Qui-Gon. He was raised by the Sith, is a classically horrible monster stalking about TCW to be Vader (mask and all, just as an intimidation factor instead of life support) while Ventress and Grievous and Dooku do their own things in a different section of the war. He's got a Really Fucking Weird dynamic with Obi-Wan, mostly attempting to kill him etc.

At some point, Palpatine allows Anakin and Padme to meet. The romance that blooms is one that Sheev decides is useful to him, so he lets it happen.*

Padme gets pregnant. Sidious arranges for her death. Anakin loses his entire shit and tries to kill Sidious. Obi-Wan is off trying to save Padme, unaware of Anakin getting his remaining limbs cut off by his this-universe Master. (This is important, because Anakin does remember Obi-Wan trying to save Padme.)

So we have Anakin, who was raised Sith, and just lost the only things that have mattered to him since his mom died when he was a kid, and Palpatine has pushed him further into the Dark than he ever has. Anakin… knows more about the Sith Secrets in this universe.

Anakin finds a Sithly Time Machine. Maybe on Malachor. There's an owl? Whatever.

Anakin, someone who's been Vader for the vast majority of his life, wakes up at age nine. Maybe even younger, like six. His mother is already dead at Sidious's hands. He's already roommates with Maul. He's already being trained as a baby Sith.

Anakin, being a 20 year old war veteran, is much better at escaping than Sidious has planned for. He reprograms a medical droid to take out his slave chip, steals a ship, etc. All the stuff that Maul wasn't very good at, and Anakin was too young for, so Sidious didn't have the preventative measures in place for yet.

Anakin heads for the one place and person he thinks he can trust: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

(Obi-Wan is still a padawan. But this Baby Sith just declared him Adoptive Teen Dad, so.)

@lizasweetling (all indented bits from here will be hers):

Because Sith. Bad for mental health of the user and generally bad for their environs But also baby. And if hes dragging Maul around no doubt the dude is constantly himself confused why he is here Like yeah, Sidious sucked, and this 6-9yo is way powerful and knowledgeable on the dark side (?????) But why are we going to the Jedi? And not even trying to kill them apparently?????

Anakin is very much being affected by Baby Brain and Baby Endocrine System. He cries a lot more than he should.

I WASN'T THINKING OF HIM BRINGING MAUL BUT YEAH. THAT'S. THAT'S A POSSIBILITY.

Jedi Council trying to decide if this is more "Adult Sith got shrunk" or "child got evil man's memories." Vader wants to know why it even MATTERS. (He didn't actually plan on telling them, but he has very little self control right now.)

The first Good Act he does is tell them where to find Ventress and Ky. (In the original timeline, he viewed Ventress as like. Cool older cousin.)

Vader's right, that distinction does not matter Aaaw, she deserves that, that's nice Maybe she will be like 20% less homocidally traumatized

Anakin is furious when Maul and Obi-Wan pick him up under one arm like a package. He is a GROWN MAN he is an ADULT he was a SITH LORD and about to be a FATHER, he is TOO OLD FOR THIS.

They point out that he is Baby.

😂 sorry lord of evil, you're too baby, have a nap and maybe your feel better. Assuming the crisis on Naboo is still happening, and as such the vote of no confidence is right now, it might be a great time to report Sidious as a Sith lord. Post-escape from Sidious, both he and Maul definitely will need a nap. It's that kinda place.

Oh, it's probably at least a year before. Anakin keeps trying to sneak off to kill the man himself, but the Jedi are more ready for his Sneaking than Mustafar was, so he keeps getting caught before he can reach the Senate.

At one point he tries to just CHARGE the place and you get Mace and Obi-Wan sprinting after him. The News captures videos of this very small child getting chased by an older Padawan and a Master and they are mostly yelling for him to PUT DOWN THE SABER.

(Sidious might see him but what's he going to do? Might cause too many problems for Sidious to be aware of Anakin's presence with the Jedi, though. Best not.)

It's probably more expensive on average to hire an assassin on a child, just in general But on a jedi youngling??? If he can even find someone to do that, it will be so very, ridiculously expensive And likely 70%+ upfront payments

Ahsoka definitely seeks him out. Toddler baby child. She adores him for reasons unclear to anyone and everyone.

!!! Baby has baby!! Vader's probably a little thrown by this. Been a while subjectively since someone just loved him. And not even for like, a reason. Baby Vader coerced into sitting obediently for nap by tired kiddo: [The council liked that]

The number of times that vader could only be convinced to nap by Obi-Wan grabbing him, caging him in his own lap, and forced to Sit Quietly until he just fell asleep like that...

He has things to do, he's not tired 😡😡😡💢 (He's 9. Distances are between 150 and 195% longer when measured with steps, he's hungry (subjectively) all the time, and has only middling coordination He so is too tired)

Anakin doesn't know Qui-Gon at all but he keeps getting stuffed into the man's top because he's just. Small enough to fit.

Like the bomb boobs gif, but it's a small child.

the indignity

You just. You can't let him get too self-important.

Vader is Disgusted every time the pediatric healers try to talk down to him like they do to other 6yos.

The difference between this and other "Vader goes back in time to the Jedi" AUs (like Force of Many Sights) is that this Vader has never been a Jedi, and doesn't know anything about them except how they fight when he's trying to kill their friends.

Also Maul's there.

Because even he has a hard time taking himself seriously when hes so easy to manhandle Rest of the time; I am fear, I am death personified As luggage child: I am so small. The tiniest. I crave violence He's probably very annoyed they keep taking away his saber And hey! Obi gets practice not losing his! Woooo!

Something something Anakin clinging to Maul's back (piggy back ride) and chewing on his head or something stupid like that. Perfect height for head biting.

You know, the classic anime head bite

Maul probably has been nominally talked into this because this 9yo is a powerful darksider But he is also the world's most annoying tiny kid Maul would've thought his phenotype would make him immune to this ridiculousness He was wrong At least the teeth are a bit less pointy than his other little brothers'? Appreciating the little things

tfw your unwanted little brother drags you to what you think is a cult but actually they're way less culty than your last two places so you just stick around to keep an eye on the little shit

Anyway. ObiMaul for this one.

They're peers They're tired They just want to sit down and not have to chase this weird little murder child They have a lot in common 😊

They are all just a little bit stupid, I love them.

Qui-Gon is a Cool Mom (throws condoms at them and books it).

Yeah, that's about as much involvement as would be appreciated They probably did a lot of sparring before the tension broke Which did not relieve said tension, generally made it worse (Competence, athleticism, sweat-) Vader is confused, but probably doesn't mind He's probably glad they're distracting each other from stopping assassinating a certain someone (Which- that is 9yo hubris. He would need help to do that)

I still can't decide where on 6yo-9yo he falls but somewhere in there

Babies means easier hiding in shirt, teenie Ahsoka, and longer for him to convince the Jedi council to do a Sith hunt before the Naboo situation

Also longer for Maul and Obi-Wan to faff about being all Tension

* Vaguely inspired by the backstory of Rulebreaker/Wildheart, which is great but significantly more of a romance fic than this.

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #maul #darth maul #obimaul #obi wan and anakin #anakin and obi wan #ahsoka tano #time travel #de aging #star wars #phoenix posts

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amyispxnk · 2 months

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My Kind of Woman

Chapter 1: Special.

Series Masterlist

Series summary - Your song captivates Joel the second he hears you that night in Jackson, but he struggles to work up the courage to confess his feelings. With some (very heavy) encouragement from Ellie and Tommy, you two get closer and closer until he finally thinks he’s ready.

Chapter summary - You and Joel finally sit down together after a year of stolen glances.

A/N: OH MY GOD IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE WRITTEN A FIC I MISSED IT SM. Let’s all collectively pray that I actually finish this series, btw. It kind of just came to me earlier today and I barely have anything planned but.. you know me by now.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: alcohol, light language, (kind of) fluff, nothing much really in this chapter

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

“Come on man. We’ve been here for almost two years and you still haven’t made any friends. I see how you look at her- just say something! It is actual torture having to watch you dance around people like this.” Ellie groans dramatically, trying to kick some sense into the man who sits across from her. Joel just grunts, continuing to eat his stew as she looks blankly at him. “She’s nice enough.” She adds after a moment, trying to get him to say something.

After more silence, she speaks again with an exaggerated sigh, “I guess I’ll just go talk to her then, tell her that my old man has a big, fat crush on her. Maybe then you two can-” her smirk falters when Joel interrupts her.

“Don’t you dare go doin’ that,” he grumbles “Y’ gon’ make me look stupid-”

“So you talk to her then! Stop moping around all the time.” Ellie concludes, before standing up and saying goodbye, going to clear her tray and giving him a look before leaving the mess hall.

Joel watches her go before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. First, Tommy was on his ass about making some friends - “You’re scarin’ people, y’know. Givin’ everyone death stares when you walk around, being so.. withdrawn all the time. It’d do ya some good,” he’d told Joel one evening at the Tipsy Bison - and now Ellie was too. And, knowing Ellie, that kid wouldn’t be as patient, probably already concocting some sort of plan to force you and Joel together.

As he leans his head back and mulls over his options, he looks out the window. Of course you’re out there, playing with the kids of Jackson. You’re one of the most popular people in Jackson, always being friendly and knowing just about everyone.

..Except him, of course. You’ve had some small chats with him, but you never really see him. He sees you though, having been.. observing you for the past year, keeping his distance - being respectful, in his eyes, being a wuss, in Ellie’s - and he knows enough about you to know that he probably has no chance with you.

You’re funny, sweet, fucking stunning, and he’s seen multiple guys try to approach you at the bar. Younger, more attractive guys. Mainly, you help teach kids things like art and music at the Jackson school, and you also do patrols a few times a week. On some nights you also sing at the Tipsy Bison when there are events and dances. The band will play, often with you as the lead singer. He always makes sure he’s there when you are.

The first time he saw you was on one of his very first nights in the Tipsy Bison. Tommy had dragged him along, Ellie going too, with promise of a fun night.

He came mainly to keep an eye on Ellie and to get some alcohol in his system, not expecting anything ‘fun’ to happen. Boy, was he wrong.

It had been around half an hour of him nursing his whiskey in the corner of the room when you came onto stage, million-dollar smile on your face as you spoke into the microphone.

“Good evening, Jackson!” You began, already getting a loud cheer from the crowd of people there that night. “It’s great to be singin’ for you again, you know I missed ya! Now, tonight, we got a few songs lined up, but this first one is a special request from Mister Tommy Miller over there!” You had said, pointing over to Tommy who was sitting with Joel, the younger brother grinning widely at you.

The band started and you began to sing one of Joel’s favourite songs from before the outbreak - somehow, it sounded even better in your voice. Joel glared at Tommy when he realised what he had done, and Tommy just shrugged before looking back at you. He couldn’t stay mad at him though, because by the end of it he was entranced by the sweet melody of your voice and how gorgeous you looked singing your heart out under the lights.

You were beaming at the audience after finishing as they showered you with applause, though it took Joel a second to actually start clapping and stop staring at you.

He tried denying it, but, as cheesy as it sounds, it was love at first sight for him.

It scared him, definitely. It had barely been a year since he lost Tess, and although he wouldn’t go as far as saying they were in love, it was the closest thing he’d had to it in decades. To think he even liked you from just hearing you sing one song.. that fucking terrified him.

Which is why he kept his distance for so long. He didn’t know what to do with himself when he realised he actually liked you. He hadn’t had any sort of connection other than Ellie and Tommy in so long, and they were his family. You, though.. you were so different.

He sighed deeply before opening his eyes again, finishing his meal as he watched you smile and laugh in the snow through the window.

A week later, Tommy manages to convince Joel to come to the Tipsy Bison again, promising ‘no funny business’ to go on. Joel isn’t sure he’d really mind.

Time goes by quietly, a simple Monday afternoon not having much going on for them, but then you turn up. He sees you as soon as you walk through the doors, an unfamiliar tiredness in your eyes. It looks like you’ve been on a long patrol.

You look around before noticing Tommy and Joel, walking over with a small smile.

Joel stares daggers at Tommy. “You said no funny business,” he grits, a strange panic flooding his system. Did he brush his hair this morning? Do his clothes look tidy? Did he have anything in his teeth?

“Ain’t no funny business here, brother.” Tommy grins at him, not giving him a chance to reply as you get to their table.

“Hi Tommy!” You smile, hugging him before turning to Joel. “And Joel! It’s so great to see you!”

Joel blinks at you. Fuck, you’re talking to him. He needs to say something back.

“Yeah, you too.” He mumbles, clearing his throat awkwardly.

If you pick up on his discomfort, you don’t mention it, looking around before continuing.

“Are y’all stayin’?” You ask, now leaning forward a little with your palms on the table.

“As far as I’m concerned.” Tommy replies, to which you nod. “Y’ wouldn’t mind if I sit with ya, then?” You ask.

“Not at all, darlin’.” He says, and you slide into the booth with them, starting up a conversation about what you did today, mentioning that draining patrol you just got back from.

“I’m tellin’ ya - morning patrols are like hell on earth, Tommy. ‘S not fair to be makin’ us go out at 6 am.” You groan, to which he smiles. “Nothin’ a little coffee can’t fix.” Tommy replies, which makes you perk up.

“You have coffee? Since when?” You gasp, wide-eyed at him.

“New trade opened, and since Joel here is such an addict, we got our hands on some.” He gestures to Joel, and you look over at him, a smile creeping onto your face.

“I see.. being Tommy’s brother has its perks then? Got you hoarding all the coffee for yourself?” You tease, to which Joel chuckles quietly at, sitting up a little taller.

“Not hoardin’. Nobody else has asked for any.” He tells you, looking into your eyes and trying not to get lost in them for too long.

“And if I wanted some?” You say, tilting your head sideways slightly as it rests on your palm.

“Y’ always welcome to come get some, sweetheart.” He isn’t sure what possessed him to use the pet name with you, but he’s very thankful for it as a soft crimson paints your cheeks and you bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like an idiot. “Well, thank you.” You reply, before a man comes over to get you your drink. “Whiskey, neat please.” You tell him and he goes off to get it. Joel is pleasantly surprised by your choice. He never really thought about what you might order from the bar, but the fact that you shared the same drink of choice made you even more attractive in his eyes.

2 hours later, Tommy had gone off to handle an issue with the council and you and Joel had been talking and drinking and laughing. It’s around 3 now and he barely realises in time for his afternoon patrol, finishing off his whiskey before telling you, noticing the slight sadness that appears on your face at him having to go.

“Oh! Alright then. I’ll see you around. Have a good patrol, Joel.” You smile at him, and he offers you a small smile back.

“See ya ‘round.” He says before leaving and going back to the stables.

Later that evening, Ellie somehow figures out what went down earlier at the bar (Joel’s already planning on giving Tommy a talking to tomorrow) and makes fun of him endlessly for it, saying that he was apparently so shy when he was talking with you.

“I’d have never thought that someone could make the big, bad Joel all nervous and flustered, but she just continues to prove me wrong. She’s definitely special, huh.” Ellie grins, before bidding Joel goodnight and leaving him with his thoughts.

He hated to admit it, but Ellie was right in saying that. You were special.

Tysm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 💞

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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Could I request another em fic where reader is Hailie’s friend or smth and it’s just like a “best friends dad” fic where it’s like forbidden but they’re just so drawn to each other. And could it have smut as well? I’m a sucker for forbidden relationship smut fics, especially ones where they get caught lmao I just read one where jughead caught reader fucking his dad lmao

yes.

fatal attraction

tags/ warnings: reader being hailie's best friend, p in v, age gap, reader and em going behind hailie's back, begging, cursing, dacryphilia, cloth around mouth (so hailie doesn't hear)

MDNI ⚠️

summary: being hailie's best friend includes some special privileges, including seeing the man you're strangely drawn to.

Your POV:

Hanging out with hailie at her dad's insanely large mansion, I'm sprawled across the couch, extremely comfortable, my head in her lap while she lays down as well, watching TV together. I had been here all day, just relaxing, going swimming or sitting outside a couple times, soaking up the beautiful sun, letting the warm rays consume and mark my skin with the yellow beams.

However, whenever me and hailie hang out, it's a golden opportunity for me and her dad, marshall, or marsh, my nickname for him. We've never told her, because it's mutual on both ends that she would lost her shit. So, we kept a vow of silence, going behind her back, keeping our little secret.

It wasn't really a big deal, we fucked every now and then, trying not to be too consumed by each other. But lately, I had grew more and more feelings for him, my attempts to push them down, to let them die only small hopes failing every time. "Hey y/n, I'm gonna make dinner, any special requests?" Hailie asked, lifting my head up from her waist, and I sat upright. "Hmm, maybe just pasta?" I questioned, my face curious. "Sure! sounds great, I could use the carbs" she laughed, and so did I.

My phone buzzed, the contact reading marsh. He was probably done with rehearsals, and en route home. I entered my passcode, and sure enough, the text read "hey, coming home now baby, how was your day?" I smiled, a small blush creeping across my face before I responded. "Good, how about yours? I'm at your place right now I waited a few moments, glancing at the TV and then back at hailie, my stomach craving the food. "It was fine, missed you though" the second text from him stated, my phone turning a bright shade of white. "The pasta's ready" Hailie called out. I walked over to the counter, sitting down on one of the stools.

"Who were you texting?" She asked suggestively, making me laugh. "Oh no one, just some dude" I shrugged it off. "Okay" She said, her words trailing off as she scrapped the noodles onto my plate. "It look delicious hailie, thank you" I compliment. I hear a door open, signaling marsh must be home. "hey dad!" She beamed, waving at him. I turned around as he was walking away, probably to get changed. I ate the rest of the pasta, and grabbed my belongings. "Thanks hailie, it was really fun today" I grinned, opening the door and leaving.

Well, not really. Me and marsh had come up with a plan a few weeks ago. I "leave", and go to his window. I knock carefully, trying to not make too much noise. "Hey baby" His voice is low and sultry when he opens it, pulling me in. "Good day?" I nodded as we made our way to the bed sitting in the middle of the room. He slowly pulled down my top, my breasts spilling out of the tiny bra I had chosen to wear today. "Fuck baby, you're killing me" He muttered, grabbing the small cloth we used each time, tying it around the back of my neck. "You gon' be a good girl for me?" Muffled noises could be heard from my lips, not escaping the mask, capturing each whine, each whimper.

"Ah ah ah baby, gotta stay quiet f'me" He whispered as his lips wrapped around my nipple, the hardened bud swelling against his tongue. He could feel everything through the small fabric, using it to his advantage. His eyes were hooded with lust and desire as he continuously tortured me, my back arching with every lick. He tore off my bra, shorts, and panties, leaving me completely exposed to him. His clothes followed mine, tossed to another part of the bedroom, as he spat on his hand, lubricating his dick.

He slowly slid in, each inch making me turn my head and bury my face into the pillows. I was blushing like crazy, even though we nad done this so many times before, too many times. "s'tight baby, ngh, feel so good" he moaned quietly, trying to cover his noises with his hand. "So wet, all for me, good girl" He whispered in the shell of my ear. His dick was easily leaving and re-entering my hole, covered in my juices.

"Oh babygirl, doin' do well, taking my cock so easily" He groaned. My legs were wrapped around his waist tightly, my eyes reeling from ghe pleasure. My mouth was open in a silent scream, even though he couldn't see it. "almost there, are you?" I nodded rapidly, and when he was going to finish, the door slammed open, my eyes meeting hailies.

Her jaw dropped, eyes widening at the sight of her dad fucking the living shit out of her best friend. "what the fuck" she sighed, walking out, closing the door behind her. My whole body was on fire, as he didn't stop, only going faster. "we're gonna finish this, you hear me?" He pulled the mask down so I could breathe properly. My mind was clouded with pleasure, so much so i didn't quite comprehend my next words.

"I love you!" I squealed, and he stopped.

"What?"

A/n: sorry if its bad 😭

#eminem x reader #eminem imagines #eminem x y/n #marshall mathers x y/n #marshall mathers x reader #itsmealaiah #marshall mathers #rap #love

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borathae · 1 year

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“The story of how you convinced your awesome boyfriend to ride your face.”

Pairing: Cowboy!Taehyung x Mechanic!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Countrylife!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Smut

Warnings: subby!Taehyung, Dom!Reader, shameless flirting, Taehyung is a needy boyfriend, making out, needy fumbling, Tae’s hands are doing hot things, face riding, rimjob (m.receiving), handjob, allusions to oral for her, he’s a little sceptical at first but loves it in the end, they are happy & in love

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: This is Only Yesterday!Taehyung because I may have a lil crush on him. Also PtD!Taehyung is the sole inspiration for this ngngn 🥵 I also wanna state that I fucking love the OY universe, it's so comfy and makes me feel so snuggly hhahfhah. have fun besties 🤍

“This is stupid. I ain’t gon' do that”, Taehyung says, shaking his head.

The two of you were on a lovely date today. You took Taehyung out for dinner earlier, but you are long back at your place. Now cuddling in bed whilst listening to some music.

“Why not? It’s gonna be fun”, you say, wiggling your brows at him.

“It’s 'cause, I don’t like nothin' close to my butt.”

“Really? So you don’t even wash yourself?” you tease, knowing very well that Taehyung was a very clean person. You just like to tease him.

“Ew no, I ain’t nasty, ‘course I wash my own ass. But I just don’t want nothin' stuck into it.”

“I'm not gonna stick anything into it”, you laugh, “I just want you riding my face.”

“Yeah, but that’s like weird. I'm no girl.”

You roll your eyes.

“Oh come now, it’s 2023, let's not go there.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I ain’t no sexist. I just feel weird about it”

“Why?”

“What you mean why? I just do. You know how the guys gon' look at me when they find out I sat on my girl's face? They gon' laugh at me.”

“Okay, I hear you. I'm sorry I brought it up. You obviously don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with”, you assure him and peck his cheek.

“Thanks, you’re really sweet. It means a lot”, he says, reaching out to pinch your own.

“Just so you know though. The guys would never find out. I don’t talk to them about the sex we have.”

“Good you don’t”, he laughs, “that'd be hella weird if you did.”

“Yeah, right”, you agree, laughing right with him.

Taehyung rolls over and cages in your head between his elbows.

“What?” you stop laughing.

“Nothin’, I just like listenin’ to you laugh”, he says, kissing you deeply afterwards.

“Mhm babe”, you mumble into him, making sure that he won’t leave your lips for the rest of the night by hooking your arms behind his head.

It was a hard day at the garage today. The sun was sweltering and as a result, the heat was almost unbearable. You spent most of your day under a car, sweating your ass off and trying to fix a problem which didn’t seem to want to reveal itself. It turned out to be a faulty tie rod. You proceeded to spend the other half of your shift replacing it.

“Hello”, a familiar voice draws you out from under the car.

“Hey there babe, whatcha doin' here?” you greet your boyfriend, standing up for the first time in hours. You groan, stretching out your back, “goddamn, my back is fucked.”

Taehyung acts instantly. He gets behind you and gives your shoulders a massage.

“Wow, thanks babe”, you say.

“You sweatin' so much”, Taehyung says.

“Yeah, it’s so hot. I literally can’t stand the heat.”

“Yeah today’s boilin'. We had to get the cows outside too 'cause they'd died of a heat stroke inside. Now they all chillin' by the stream.”

“That sounds like a good life. Just chilling by the stream, in the shadow and with no hot car above you.”

“Yeah, I figure. Wanna sit in the shadow for some?”

“Sure, we can do that.”

You have a small umbrella behind your garage. There was a pair of plastic chairs and a small matching table underneath it. Taehyung drags you on top of his lap, earning himself a loud whine from you.

“You're literally kidding. I'm so hot.”

“You gon' stay here”, he wraps his arms around you.

“Tae, I’m so sweaty.”

“I don’t care, I’m sweaty too. I just came from the fields. That’s why I’m dressed like that.”

Red sturdy cotton from top to bottom and with a brown cowboy hat perched atop of his head. He also has his boots on and wears a bandana around his wrist.

“You look handsome”, you tell him, “I look like shit though.”

Grey work suit opened and pulled down to your hips. Your white tanktop is soaked in sweat and covered in black grease stains. Just as are your arms and some parts of your face.

“You look sexy, I’m into it.”

You roll your eyes at him fondly.

“Course you are.”

Taehyung smirks lazily and lets his hands slip to the inside of your thighs.

“No. Behave.”

“Why not? I've not seen you in so long. I'm lonely.”

“We saw each other last night. You had breakfast at my place.”

“Yeah, that’s ages ago. Miss you like crazy, babe”, he says and puckers his lips for a quick kiss.

“Behave, Tae”, you warn in a chuckle.

“Why?” he whines.

“Cause I'm coming over later anyways. Don’t taint my reputation.”

Taehyung chuckles, dancing his hands closer to your middle.

“Tae”, you slap them away gently, “keep your grimy fingers to yourself.”

“They ain't grimy. I washed them”, he whines, retreating them and placing them on your hips instead.

“You know how I meant it. You’re way too horny.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. Despite all the grease and sweat and dirt, he kisses your shoulder. And he loves doing it.

“I can't help it, it’s your fault ‘cause you’re so hot.”

You turn on his lap, placing your feet down with a loud stomp before letting yourself fall down right on his cock. He moans at that, widening his eyes in surprise.

“So you think I’m hot?”

“Goddamn babe, you gon' make me hard.”

“Behave.”

“It's kinda hard when you sittin’ on my cock.”

“Oh? My bad, sorry”, you fake your guilt, slipping down his lap all to his dismay, “better?”

“Don't know, now I want you ridin’ me.”

You give his chest a gentle slap.

“Hush, we're in public.”

“Fuck babe, don’t you wanna leave early? Wanna have you right now”, Taehyung whines, tugging at your hips needily.

“No, I have to finish the repairs. The customer is gonna pick up the car tomorrow and I need to finish it before that.”

“Tell your employees to do it.”

“No, I'm not gonna give my employees more work just ‘cause you’re horny.”

“That's unfair.”

“No, it’s not. I'm a fair boss.”

“No, it’s unfair to me.”

You roll your eyes.

“I'll ride you in a few hours.”

“Do it now.”

“No. Why are you so horny today?”

“Cause I miss you and I was thinkin' about what we talked about.”

“What do you mean?”

“The thing about the rimjob.”

“Oh that. I thought the topic was off the table.”

“Yeah, I thought ‘bout it some more and maybe I ain't that against it anymore.”

“You watched porn about it, didn’t you?”

He flusters just slightly.

“Don't judge me.”

“I'm not, you can watch whatever you want”, you nudge his chest, “so you watched porn about it. Liked it?”

“Yeah well, maybe, I don’t know. I can’t say it didn’t make me hard.”

You chuckle.

“Don't laugh, I ain't proud of it.”

“Tae, it's totally fine. I’m the one who brought it up, it should be obvious that I'm into it.”

“Okay, you right about that. Sorry, I’m just weird about it.”

“No, you’re alright. Discovering new things about yourself can be scary.”

He nods his head.

“So you wanna try it tonight?” you ask him.

“Don't know about tonight, I still gotta think more about it.”

“Alright, then we'll do something else tonight.”

“Yeah, you ride me and I make you cum.”

You laugh.

“Alright, I ride you and you make me cum. Twice.”

He smirks lazily, giving your hips a soft squeeze, “deal.”

“Good. Deal”, you say and give his chest a soft slap, “break's over, I've got a car to fix.”

You get up from his lap.

“Yeah, I gotta go too. I just came here for a quick talk. I gotta go back to the fields again.”

“Alright then, I’ll come around at seven.”

“Yeah, I’ll be waitin’. Oh yeah and don’t eat somethin’, Seokjin’s cookin’ dinner tonight.”

“Ooh nice, now I'm even more excited.”

Taehyung leaves after giving you a loving smooch on the lips and a playful spank on your butt. And you continue your task of fixing the car.

You ride Taehyung that night and it leaves the both of you entirely blissed-out. You leave early the next day, letting him sleep. And Taehyung sends you a sweet text once he wakes up, thanking you for last night.

You met Taehyung around a year ago. You couldn’t stand him at first. He wasn’t rude or gave you any other reasons for why you should have hated him, but you still did. You hated a lot of people back then. Especially men. Now stay with this story, we are getting there. You hated them because your environment quite frankly made you hate them. Your dad was a drunk, your grandfather was an abuser and your cousins were all terrible husbands. Your job also regularly showed you just how etched the old school sexism was in your town's men. Some would leave with their faulty cars because “a woman could never find the issue, let alone fix it properly”, some would ask if “Missy needs to take care of the garage for the day cause the hubby got drunk last night”, some would just straight up ask where the real boss – they meant your husband – was, despite your garage carrying your name and your name only. You were unmarried, if one may add this little fact. Now, it was a very small town. Not more than a thousand people, surrounded by big fields and with roads that weren’t the best for a car's health. There was another village close by. Up in the mountains and with not more than two hundred people. But your garage was the only garage in this valley. It still didn’t excuse the passionate sexism so many people showed.

Taehyung visited your garage about a year ago with his brothers Seokjin and Namjoon. Their truck had broken down and with the help of their oxen, they towed it all the way from their farm to your garage. It was quite the peculiar image indeed.

There were many things wrong with their truck. Brittle breaks, a broken oil filter which resulted in motor issues and they hadn’t cleaned out their aircon in years either.

This still wasn’t the reason why you couldn’t stand Taehyung at first however. It was because he was playful and flirty and talked to you with a sort of childish carelessness and not once did he question why a single woman was the boss of a garage. On the contrary, he found it pretty awesome that you were. And this enraged you, because as much as you tried to find another reason for “why all men sucked”, you couldn’t find one thing about him that sucked. Now, his brothers were awesome too, but his brothers were both married already, so of course you weren't gonna mess with them. But Taehyung was single and very obviously interested in you.

He began visiting your garage even long after you fixed their truck. At first he came with canting questions about cars and trucks and “his brothers sent him to get something” but as weeks turned into a month, he stopped pretending to visit you professionally. And one day he brought flowers. One day he came to your garage, dressed in his best clothes, with flowers in his hands and a shy grin on his lips and then he asked you for a date. And you pretended not to have time at first until Taehyung gave you a pout and you pretended to magically make space for him in your schedule.

And the rest is history. He visited you with flowers or chocolates or other cute presents, you went on more and more dates, you shared your first kiss, you asked him to be your boyfriend and Taehyung said yes.

Now you are here. One year later, terribly in love with each other and happier than ever. Taehyung is truly the best boyfriend ever. He is actually such an awesome boyfriend that you managed to shed your sometimes misplaced hatred against men and now changed it to “some men suck, not because they’re men but because society made it easier for them to be shitty people without consequences”. It was quite the big step for you, but Taehyung made it easy to do.

Taehyung visits your garage on Tuesday again. Five days after you rode him in his childhood bedroom with your hands around his throat.

“Hey babe”, he greets you.

You turn, “oh? Hey there handsome stranger, what brings you here?”

“We made bread today, I got you some”, he says, lifting a little basket filled with two loaves of bread into your vision, “got you some cheese to go with it.”

“That's so sweet, thank you so much Tae. You guys' bread's always so good”, you accept the gift with a fluttering heart.

“You gon' like that one 'cause it's got a thick crust.”

“Just how I like it. You know me so well.”

“Yeah, gotta be best boyfriend of the year”, he says and grins cutely, earning himself a sneaky little kiss.

You feel scandalous doing it because you've got customers next to you, but Taehyung is too cute not to kiss.

He flusters accordingly, knees buckling and body drawing closer to you instinctively while his gaze becomes oh so dreamy.

“You're already the best boyfriend of the century”, you say, soothing over the spot you kissed before pulling away shyly.

“Hehe”, he lets out, grin growing.

“But what brings you here?”

“I wanted to see you”, he says.

“Aren't you coming over later?”

“I am, just wanted to tell you that I've been lookin' forward to it the entire day.”

“Me too. You're so cute.”

Taehyung steps closer, lowering his lips to your ear. The gesture speeds up your heart tremendously.

“I made a decision”, he whispers seductively, “I'm down.”

You sneak a scared glance at the customers. They haven’t heard what Taehyung said, still busy looking at the newest model of truck they plan on buying.

“Tae goddamn, you're making my knees weak”, you whisper, knees truly wobbling.

He lets out a teasing chuckle, keeping his voice extra low for it.

“I can't wait, babe. I'm gon' ride your face like a pony.”

You snort, rolling your eyes despite your stomach doing a little excited flip. He may be silly, but he is still terribly hot whilst being so.

He steps back afterwards, pecking your heated cheek.

“I'll see you later, love. Can't wait”, he says, having the audacity to turn and leave you in your boiling soup of horniness.

You won’t be able to properly concentrate for the rest of the day, mind solely focused on what Taehyung told you.

So he is actually going to ride your face.

You live in the village above a ramen place. The owners are an elderly couple, who were nice enough to give you their spare rooms upstairs. You wanted to pay rent, but they refuse to accept your money whenever you offer, saying that family doesn’t need to pay. They lived next doors in a little two story house with a small, walled garden. Sometimes Misses Kang brings over leftover ramen. Mister Kang regularly brings over persimmons from their persimmon tree. Maybe regularly was too weak of a description. You basically are able to eat fresh persimmons daily during their season as each morning, you open your door to Mister Kang grinning at you with his two front teeth missing and a melodic “got more persimmons, granddaughter” on his lips.

You weren’t their granddaughter, but you think that they see you as such. Misses Kang once told you that they had a granddaughter, born the same year as you, but that she died in an accident in the mill she worked at. You sometimes catch her calling you by their granddaughter’s name before she catches herself and then laughs about it with embarrassed melancholy in her dark brown eyes. You never correct her, you simply give her a smile and then hold her hands to laugh right with her.

You think that you might love them. You never really knew your grandparents as they both died when you were around five, but if they were still alive, they would be around the age of the Kangs. So as much as they see you as their granddaughter, you see them as your grandparents and that was a very lovely thing to do.

Your place was very homely. It stretched over the entire space of the downstairs restaurant with windows on each side of the building so you always had something pretty to look out at. From the east windows you could watch the sun rise behind the high mountains in the distance. From the west windows you could watch it set behind the forest covered hills. From the south windows you had view of the village and from the north windows you could spot the mountain village in the far, far distance. Taehyung always says that he plans on taking you there one day because of its amazing teashop, but he didn’t get to do that yet.

A set of dark wooden stairs leads up to a balcony and your front door. You keep your herbs and tomato plants on the balcony as it was south facing and therefore perfect for growing your food. You plan on trying out bell peppers next season. Taehyung promised to give you some of their seeds for it and also to help you with any horticultural struggle you face.

Speaking of Taehyung. You have just managed to finish lighting all your candles in your living room when you can hear his distinct knock on your front door. He always knocks in a rhythm. It changes between two patterns, depending on what he feels like that day. He used the second pattern tonight. Two slow knocks followed by two fast ones.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, fixing the creases in your dress and the mess in your hair, before hurrying to open the door. You are so excited.

Taehyung, like most of the time, is leaning against the railing of the balcony, posing all nonchalantly. He is wearing his favourite blue jeans tonight with a matching shirt and his fanciest cowboy hat. He tips it as a greeting, giving you a playful, lopsided smirk.

“Good evenin’ me lady”, he greets you.

“Good evening, handsome cowboy”, you greet him, stepping out of the doorframe, “come in. Did you get here on Bruno?"

“Yup, he's parked outside”, Taehyung says and greets you with a kiss.

“That's nice. Did you have a good ride?”

“Yup. But not as good as I'm gon' have one later, am I right?” he flirts as takes off his boots, placing them on the bamboo shoe rack you built yourself.

He makes you laugh, “hopefully, yeah.”

“I picked this for you”, he says, presenting you a bouquet of meadow flowers. He hid it behind his back pocket before.

“They are so pretty, thank you so much”, you accept it with a fluttering heart, “I gotta put them in water before they weld. Get comfy in the meantime.”

You store your vases in a cabinet in the living room. Your parents gave it to you, told you that it was already two hundred years old and that you will take great care of it. You love it a lot. It really compliments the rest of your wooden furniture.

“I’m thinking that we could eat kimchi stew for dinner. I still gotta use up all my old one, it’s really sour already”, you tell Taehyung as you make your way to your kitchen.

It was separated from your living room by a half wall. The hanging cabinets formed the other part of the wall, leaving you with a big enough window so that you could comfortably look at Taehyung as you work to fill the vase with water. Worktops were on one side of the half wall while a spacious breakfast bar was on the other side. You never use it, because you consume most of your meals in front of the TV on your comfortable couch.

“Sounds good, I didn’t eat yet”, Taehyung answers you, standing by the window like he always does when he comes over. With his hands on his hips and his tummy just slightly sticking out as he arches his back.

“You don’t mind that I didn’t cook it yet, do you? I just didn’t know how soon you wanna fuck, so I waited with the food.”

Taehyung keeps on staring outside.

“Tae?” you try.

“Mhm?” Taehyung looks over his shoulder.

“I just said that I hope you don’t mind I didn’t cook yet ‘cause I didn’t know if you wanted to fuck already.”

“Oh”, he turns to you then struts to the couch to sit down, “no, it’s fine. I ain’t hungry yet. I’m nervous”, he confesses and laughs shyly.

“You are? Because of the rimjob?”

“Yeah”, Taehyung nods his head.

You put the flowers in the vase and place it on the breakfast bar, turning it in a way so that you could see the prettiest part of the bouquet from the sofa. Then you strut to Taehyung, letting yourself plop down on the sofa next to him.

“You know we don’t have to do it, if you changed your mind again”, you tell him, caressing his thigh.

“No, I’m nervous ‘cause I really wanna do it”, he says, taking off his hat to play with his hair nervously, “I feel like an idiot”, he confesses in a breathy laugh.

“Why?”

“Cause I talked all big balls at the garage and now I’m nervous. I’m big mouthed, nothin’ more.”

“It’s fine, I get it. We can chill for a bit if you want”, you suggest.

“Yeah, I like that” he says, letting himself fall down on your sofa. He throws his legs on your lap, relaxing with a loud sigh. He grunts and then hums in content as he rubs his own tummy.

“Pff”, you scoff, “you and your dad noises all the time.”

Taehyung peels his left eye open, “those ain’t dad noises. They’re uncle noises.”

You chuckle, running your hands up and down his shins mindlessly.

“How’s Jihyo doing? Is she still teething?” you ask him.

“Yeah. She’s cryin’ so much”, Taehyung says, opening his right eye too in order to look at you as you talk, “Namjoon hyung’s been tryin’ to calm her down all day but she keeps cryin’. I’m kinda glad to be here now, not only ‘cause I can see you, but to get away from the baby. It’s so noisy at home.”

“That sucks. I get your struggle. I bet it must be so uncomfortable for her though.”

“Yeah probably. Poor girl, must be so confused why teeth keep showin' up in her mouth”, he says and then with the help of his abs sits up. He pecks your cheek, making you turn your head to him. A kiss on your lips follows, the kind which leaves a flutter in your tummy.

“Why did you do that?” you ask in a whisper.

“Cause you’re so pretty”, he whispers, stubbing your cheek with his nose.

“You’re such a flirt.”

Taehyung chuckles softly, eyes flitting to your lips.

“Can we make out?” he asks.

“I really want that, yeah”, you answer him.

“Mhm honey, you’re so hot”, he rasps, hooking his fingers behind your head to pull you into a kiss.

The problem with not sharing a place is just how incredibly needy you get for each other. You rarely go out for dates and if you do, you always have to do it after a quick fuck at one of your places. You joked about it with him already. Your dates always start with sex before anything else can happen. You blame it on all the shameless flirting the two of you do and all the days spend separated. You can’t help it. Taehyung is the hottest man alive and his body is so fucking addicting. When you know that you can spend the rest of the day with him, you get so horny and needy for him that you want him first and only then crave other date activities.

And Taehyung feels the same. He is certain that if you and him didn’t start off your dates by fucking, he would actually die of blue balls during the date.

Taehyung falls back on the sofa, pulling you with him. You fall atop his chest, elbows caging in his head and lips dancing with his’. He sighs because of it and you answer him with a soft moan.

You were actually his first. He never put great importance in the whole concept of virginity like all those big town people do. He is convinced that virginity is nothing but a city trend, because he never thought it to be important. He knew that he wanted to be intimate with the right woman, no matter when she came around, and he saw no shame in waiting for her. He found her in you by the young age of thirty one and now he can’t stop wanting you over and over and over again. Sex is so fucking amazing when it’s with the right person. Taehyung is convinced of it.

“How come you’re already kinda hard?” you break the kiss to ask him in a chuckle.

“Cause I’ve been horny for you all day”, he says and pouts, “stop teasin’, I can’t help it.”

You snicker, “you’re cute”, you say, pecking his lips until he stops pouting and kisses you back properly.

He wraps his legs around your hips, closing his arms around you in a way so that his chest is snug against yours. Like this you can grind against him, humping him with needy rolls of your hips.

Taehyung breaks the kiss in a breathy chuckle.

“You gon' make me cum if you do that”, he says, having to moan softly as his hips chase the friction.

“Yeah? Wanna go to the bedroom?”

“Yeah, want that.”

“Let’s go.”

No time is wasted between you and him. You are needy for each other and that means you have to act quick. You make out on your way to the bedroom. Lips dance with each other desperately while your hands fumble with the other’s clothes. His shirt leaves his torso in the hallway. Your dress follows seconds later.

Taehyung cradles your tits instantly, massaging them through the fabric of your bra. He makes you moan because of it and for your hands to work even quicker. You tug his white tanktop out of his jeans, pulling it up his torso.

The kiss breaks so you could slip it over his head. Taehyung even lifts his arms for you, chuckling shyly when you rough up his hair.

“You good?” you ask him.

“Yeah, I'm good”, he says, falling back into the kiss as your fingers begin running through his hair. He touches your lower back, but soon feels up your ass. He is too obsessed with it not to steal a touch. You don’t mind. On the contrary, you like it. Taehyung’s fingers have been on every single inch of your body and you goddamn love how they feel. He is so unapologetic in his touches, so confident and with the right amount of cockiness to really get you going. Obviously he never does new stuff without asking first, but he also knows when it is safe to do stuff without asking as he is incredible good at listening to your cues.

Just like right now, when you press him against your dresser, placing your knee on the surface to cage him in. Your ass sticks out that way, allowing Taehyung to pull your panties to the side and run his fingers along your middle. Your pussy and rim. He knows just where to touch to make you sigh.

“You're wet", he mumbles into the kiss.

“Mhm, wet for you”, you tell him, kissing him with tongue.

Taehyung moans, parting his lips to allow you access. You are so good at tongue kisses. Taehyung thought the concept was weird at first. Until you kissed him with tongue for the first time. That’s when he finally understood and, quite frankly, became obsessed. He tugs you closer, trying his hardest to tilt your hips in a way that would allow him better access to your clit.

You stumble because of it, crashing into the dresser with him and knocking over your candle. It was turned off. Thankfully.

“Careful there, cowboy”, you laugh, slamming your foot down to find support again.

“Sorry, my bad”, Taehyung chuckles, giving you a sheepish look, “you okay?”

“Mhm, I am”, you say, rubbing your hand up and down his chest, “my candle not that much.”

Taehyung fixes it with a blush, swaying his shoulders from side to side. He glances at you.

“Sorry?” he mumbles shyly, widening his eyes cutely.

“Com'ere, you sweetheart”, you say, dragging him to your bed by his belt.

Taehyung follows with wobbly knees, feeling then wobble even more when you drag him atop your lap. You slam your hands onto his round buttocks, forcing him to yelp it surprise.

“Babe”, he gasps, widening his eyes, “whatcha doin'?”

You snicker, wiggling your brows.

“You like it?” you coo, kneading his plump flesh.

“I can't say I hate it”, he says, laughing breathily. He shakes his head, “you been doin' things to me, babe”, he murmurs.

“Yeah?” you smirk, looking at his lips, “come and kiss me.”

Taehyung claims your lips instantly, arms closing around you and naked chest melting with yours. He moans, squirming on your lap.

He hasn't sat in your lap very often before. Maybe once or twice while you were in the heat of the moment, but never actively. You? You are sitting on his lap all the time, everywhere and anywhere. Taehyung not so much. He thinks it’s weird. Not because he actually thinks that it is, but because he is always scared to be called mean names. You always tell him that the people who call him names aren’t worthy of his attention either way, but you won’t pressure him.

It makes it feel all the more special tonight. He is comfortably heavy on your lap and to your surprise, he is better at grinding against you as you thought he would be. Also, his butt feels extra plump and big in that position. You can’t stop feeling it up.

Taehyung has the sexiest ass in the universe. It was actually one of the first features you noticed about him. Next to his smile and pretty eyes. His butt always looks so good in jeans and all those tight riding pants he wears. You like holding it whenever he gives it to you missionary and whenever he takes a shower at your place, you can’t help but jump right in there with him just so you can feel up his ass.

Truly, with your obsession for his behind, it was only a matter of time that you'd suggest butt stuff. You know that you won’t get Taehyung to agree to anything going up his butt for a long time, but you don’t mind. You are already content with the aspect of getting to eat him out.

You break the kiss, panting heavily.

“I fucking want you”, you rasp, trying and failing to slip your hands into his jeans. They’re just way too tight.

“You do?”

“Yeah, want you riding my face like you’re riding my thighs.”

Taehyung flusters, lowering his eyes.

“Unless, you changed your mind?” you make sure.

“No uhm, no”, he shakes his head, “man, I’m nervous. Phew”, he confesses and laughs breathily, “I think my heart's gon' give up.”

“That's alright. If you still need time, I can give it to you.”

“No, I just. I want", he glances at you shyly, gnawing on his lower lip.

“Go ahead”, you encourage him.

“Can I use yo' shower? I wanna be smellin' good down there.”

“Of course, go ahead. You know where everything is?”

“Yeah, been takin' too many showers here”, he jokes, getting up from your lap to hurry to your bathroom, “I'll be back soon.”

“Take your time, babe.”

You decide to add a little bit of romance to the bedroom in the time he freshens up. You light the candles, careful not to knock them over again, and fluff up your sheets so they look inviting. Then you turn on Taehyung’s favourite artist and get onto bed, resting in a sexy pose for when he comes back.

Taehyung does so after fifteen minutes and with a towel wrapped around his hips and his skin smelling like your rose shower gel.

He stops, looking at you with widened eyes.

“Hello there sexy, you’re back", you greet him, wiggling your brows.

“The room's lookin' so romantic”, he gasps, “babe, you look so hot”, he exclaims, climbing onto bed, “babe, you been doin’ so much”, he giggles.

“I thought I’d set the mood”, you explain, rolling onto your back as Taehyung climbs on top of you. He plops down on your crotch, hands resting on each side of your head.

“You're spoilin' me, I’m so lucky”, he says with the biggest heart eyes.

“No, I'm lucky. You’re so sexy with your towel”, you say, tugging on it playfully.

Taehyung draws closer, “wanna kiss you.”

“Do it.”

You fall back into the needy tongue kiss, continuing where you left off, except that Taehyung wears significantly less clothing and his fingers are kneading your tits. Your own are groping his thighs and butt, forcing the towel to unravel more and more. Taehyung doesn’t mind, moaning and mewling into your mouth as his body falls back into the pleasure.

The shower made his cock go down again. Quite frankly, the act of cleaning out his butt and making sure he was squeaky clean back there felt too embarrassing to him to stay hard. He didn’t mind doing all this stuff, because you always do it for him when you’re doing butt stuff, but it was still foreign to him and therefore a little scary. Taehyung thought that it wasn’t that bad in the end and that he could imagine doing it again if he ends up liking the rimjob.

He likes that you turn him on again. All it takes are your touches and kisses to get his cock hard again.

He breaks the kiss, moaning your name and dragging his parted lips down your neck. Like this, his back arches naturally, finally giving you the opportunity to rip off his towel. It falls onto the floor and becomes forgotten.

Taehyung moans, wiggling his hips. He sucks on your skin, eliciting sighs of his name. Your fingers grasp his buttocks, kneading and massaging them so eagerly that Taehyung feels the sensation on his rim. It is so peculiar to him, because you've groped him like this a hundred times before and yet this is the first time where he actively takes in on how this makes his ass feel. And it feels really good. Electric and just gentle enough that Taehyung craves more.

“I'm horny”, he confesses, chasing your touch.

“You are?”

“Yeah”, he whispers.

“Horny enough to hop on there?”

“Maybe? Don’t laugh if I move weird.”

“I would never”, you promise him.

“Yeah then, uhm”, Taehyung lifts his head, “wanna, uh, try?”

“That sounds like a plan to me. Hop on there, cowboy”, you say, spanking his butt gently.

Taehyung scrambles to his knees and begins to climbs on top of you, mumbling every step under his breath and laughing nervously throughout the whole process. He chooses the position you always choose when you ride his face. With his butt facing you and his head facing your toes. He places his hands on your thighs and looks over his shoulder.

“Don’t look there”, he whines when he realises that you are gazing at his ass.

Your eyes flit up, “why not?” you laugh fondly, “you’ve got a nice ass.”

“Yeah but”, he can’t find an excuse, “sorry, I’m weird ‘bout it.”

“It’s alright”, you give him a reassuring smile, “wanna scoot up a little and make it easier for me?”

“Uh yeah”, Taehyung follows hesitantly, widening his eyes nervously.

“There we go, so sexy”, you murmur under your breath, grabbing his buttocks to spread them.

“Shit, I can’t look”, he gets out, turning his head away and squeezing his eyes shut. It’s going to happen soon. Taehyung holds his breath in preparation. He can’t pull back now. It’s going to happen one way or the other. Fuck, his heart’s going to give up on him.

“So sexy, babe. You’re so sexy”, you rasp and stick your tongue out, dragging it over his rim.

“Woah”, he gasps, flinching away. Despite his attempts of not looking, he still ends up glancing over his shoulders, lips parted in shock and brows lifted.

That felt so warm and wet. Taehyung stills feels the effects it had on him.

Your eyes meet.

“How’s that? Was that really that bad?” you tease him a little, caressing his tense buttocks.

He shakes his head.

“Yeah? Wanna give me more?”

Taehyung shimmies back up and sticks his ass out, eyes glued to your face. Your eyes flutter closed and a second later Taehyung feels wet warmth drag itself over his rim. He widens his eyes, mouth falling open in shock. Another time. You use the flat of your tongue for it, grinding it against his hole.

“You gotta be shittin’ me”, he gets out and laughs shakily.

Your eyes open, pinning him down with just a look. He gulps, feeling the next lick so intensely that he has to moan. He moans again when you purr against him and flick your tongue over his rim. You lift him off of you and to Taehyung’s surprise, he is really sad that you did. It felt so good. Taehyung wants more of it.

“Like it?” you ask him.

“Yeah”, he rasps, “can you do it again?” he asks shyly, moving his butt closer to you.

“Mhm babe”, you purr, pushing him back down onto your face.

Now encouraged by his words, you truly show him what you can do. There is no reason for you to hold back anymore. Taehyung’s into it and that means you want to show him what he missed. You keep his hips pinned down, using your entire head to grind your tongue against his hole and kneading his buttocks with hungry fingers.

“Fuck”, Taehyung presses out, rolling his head to the front and dropping it. He squeezes your thighs, arching his back instinctively. He moans, closing his eyes as his body falls into the pleasure. He has to give it to you. You once again, did it. Taehyung was so sceptical of the entire situation. How could a guy enjoy getting his hole licked? It sounded impossible to him. He is happy that he was wrong, because what you are doing feels really good. Your tongue is so warm and wet and soft, showing him just how sensitive his backside actually was. Oh, he is so happy that he was wrong.

“Don’t wanna stop”, he sighs, wiggling his hips which results in his hole grinding over your tongue even better. So he does it again, moaning your name as warm pleasure soaks his senses. He feels especially warm between his legs and his inner thighs. He can’t explain it. It starts on his hole and spreads down his thighs, threatening to go further and further. Taehyung wants it to happen, scrunching up his nose in bliss. “Don't wanna stop”, he confesses in a barely there whisper, “don’t stop….”

You slip off of him for some air, eyes running over his hole. It’s all wet from your spit, looking so pretty up close. All soft and relaxed. You have to squeeze your thighs together at the view. It’s a true shame that it took you so long to see it. You missed out on the sexiest view ever.

“How’s it looking?” you check up on him, aching for another taste. You crave him with every fiber of your body.

“Want it again”, Taehyung sounds out of breath and needy, wiggling his hips in a silent plea for more.

“You’re so hot, Tae”, you rasp, pulling him back. You moan into him, licking and sucking his hole hungrily. He tastes so good. You seriously can’t get enough of him. You dreamt of this moment for so long. You always knew that Taehyung would be a natural at riding your face. After all, this man rides horses like no other. It would have been surprising if he wasn’t good at taking a little ride on your face. And he is. Oh he is.

You moan happily, wrapping your arms around his waist. You need to be suffocated by him. He smells so good, tastes so goddamn heavenly.

“You’re crazy, fuck”, Taehyung groans, squeezing his thighs together as best as possible. He doesn’t want to suffocate you, scared that he is way too heavy, but you give him no other choice. You have him hostage and all he is supposed to do is take the pleasure you give him. Taehyung must admit, it was a pretty easy task to do.

You hum in agreement, wiggling your tongue into his hole. Just a little, but Taehyung still shudders in reaction, voice pitching in pleasure. Fuck, he sounds so sexy. You want him crumbling on your face. It’s all you need.

You slip your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around him to jerk it off quickly.

“Ah! ___!” Taehyung moans loudly, throwing his head back, thighs trembling like crazy and cock throbbing in your hand. He was so concentrated on how your tongue makes him feel that he completely forgot about his cock and now that you are tugging on it vigorously, he swears that he will actually pass out.

He scratches up your thighs, grabbing your hips instead. He can barely find any strength in his fingers, shaking as he tries to squeeze you.

“Ah! Ah god! Ah!” his voice is loud, leaving him instinctively. You’ve reduced his instincts down to shaking and moaning for you. There is nothing else his body could do right now. It feels so goddamn good to him.

Your grip around his cock tightens each time you reach his tip, sending jolts of pleasure through his veins each time that happens. And whenever you do, your tongue on his hole feels even more unbearable. You aren’t going deep, just a little past the tip, but that’s enough already for Taehyung to feel completely and utterly fucked.

Fucked.

Taehyung gasps for air.

Fucked by tongue.

Taehyung moans, clenching around you.

“What are you doin' to me?” he somehow manages to produce, “oh god, what…you…doin' to me?”

You growl, spilling tears. He is so into this. You can’t believe your luck. This is the best day of your life. You want to treat him so fucking right.

You try to wiggle your tongue deeper, fucking it in and out of him with nods of your head. Your fingers glide over his cock quickly, spoiling him to the best pleasure in existence.

Taehyung is burning up, chasing the sensations with needy movements of his hips. You moan deliciously because of it, presenting your tongue to him so he could fuck himself on it. And he takes it gladly, riding your face as if he was made to do so all while his cock spills his desperation all over your fingers.

This is seriously the best day of your life. You spill more tears, moaning happily. This is the best day ever. The fucking best.

“I’m close”, he confesses, resorting to moaning loudly afterwards. He arches his back, slipping his hands up to your waist to squeeze you as best as his weak limbs allow him to. “Really…close…”

“Mhm Tae”, you growl, tightening your arm around his waist to push him down on you. It squishes your nose a little, but you don’t mind. He is burning up on your tongue, twitching and clenching all desperately and driving you insane in the process. You concentrate your touches on his tip, jerking it off with the fastest movements even if that means Taehyung has to writhe and whimper your name.

Maybe you wanted this to happen. He is so sexy when he is writhing for you. All needy and desperate and running on nothing than the desperate desire to orgasm. He looks sexiest like this. With his skin all glowing in pleasure and the chains around his neck jingling each time he writhes.

Taehyung tenses every muscle in his body, curling his toes. He hasn't felt so much heat between his legs before. He doesn’t know how to handle it. He has to let go. He can’t take much more.

“I have to cum”, he croaks, “babe, I-I have to- ah, cum”, he breathes, dropping his head and tensing his stomach, “please. Please. Baby, please.”

You moan into him, twisting your hand in sync with your tongue wiggling into his hole again. Deep and quick. You want him completely ruined.

“Oh god”, he gasps, “oh god, oh god, n-now ba-”, he can’t finish his sentence as his high knocks him out completely. He screams your name, throwing his head back as he gets swallowed by the flames. He covers your tummy and thighs in his cum, trying his hardest not to drop onto your face, but failing once it feels way too good to him.

“Sorry, oh sorry”, he gasps, shaking atop of you. “I, I can’t control..it! Ah!”

You growl into him, telling him that you don’t mind by pressing him even closer. You want him to give you everything. Every shake, tremble and twitch until he physically can’t give you more.

Six more strokes and then Taehyung gasps in overstimulation, dropping to his elbows involuntarily and slipping off your face that way.

“Oh god”, he chokes out, plopping down on you with his entire weight.

You pant for air, licking your lips to get all of his taste. So fucking tasty. Your hand slips from his cock, caressing his waist instead. He is shivering like crazy.

“Fuck Tae”, you croak, gulping heavily, “that was intense.”

“Mhgmh”, he lets out, hiding his face away in your thigh. He nuzzles you, whining loudly. You lift your head, glancing down at him.

“Are you okay?”

“No?” he turns his head, squishing his cheek against your thigh, “why'd you have to do that?” he whines with a pout.

“Do what?” you ask in a chuckle.

Taehyung rolls off you, dropping onto his back. He rubs his hands over his face, exhaling loudly.

“Make me cum so hard.”

You snicker, sitting up and climbing on top of his lap. You drag his hands away from his face, intertwining your fingers with him and pinning them next to his head.

“I told you that you’ll like it, didn’t I?”

“Yeah? But what the hell?”

You chuckle, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“So? What’s the bottom line here?”

“That I’m scared of what ya’ doin’ to me”, he murmurs, cracking you up. He laughs with you, wrapping his arms around you to hug you against his chest, “you were right. I loved it”, he says, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face, “never cum that hard before.”

“Yeah? I loved it too. You were so hot”, you tell him, enjoying his hug with a fluttering heart.

He purrs happily, snuggling into you.

“Did you cum too?” he asks, tracing your spine slowly.

“This was about you, it’s fine”, you dismiss him, but Taehyung shakes his head vigorously.

“I can’t accept that. My lady needs to cum too”, he says, sitting up even if it is hard. He picks you up for a second to throw you into the pillows.

“Not so fast”, you laugh, accepting your fate of getting your panties pulled down by him with the biggest heart eyes.

“Relax, babe. I'm gon' take care of you”, Taehyung says and parts your legs. Seconds later has disappeared between them, not to be seen again until you are five orgasms in and you have to tug him away from you by his hair.

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Pairings: E!42 Miles x Black/Mixed Reader

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Heads up: Black-coded reader, swearing, kissing, high school age ranged, use of the 'n word, touchy miles, established relationships, toxic ex, neck holding, slight blood, slight violence

summary- you go to a party with your best friend post-breakup with your cheating boyfriend, only to see miles and end up 'thanking' him when he protects you from your ex after he presses you for ghosting him

You and your group of girls walked aimlessly down the halls of your school, chatting it up with your best friend who was rambling on about her new boyfriend. She went on and on about how fine he was and how he paid for everything she wanted.

"Girl, is this your man or your sugar daddy?" You snarked with a soft chuckle, lightly punching her arm.

"Oh god no," Y/B/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in disgust. " this my man for real, like we're getting married and everything!" She said smiling as you listened to the southern drawl roll off her tongue.

You and your friends couldn't stop yourselves from letting out a loud set of giggles as Y/B/N chanted throughout the halls about her delusions.

The way she talked about her new boyfriend reminded of the way you used to talk about your ex. So happy and oblivious to the asshole who you were hyping up. Always there for him when he was never there for you.

Once all of you made it to your respected lockers, Y/B/N suddenly came to a stop about her 'new husband' to give you a somewhat sad look.

"But anyway, how have you been since, ya know... the breakup?" You closed your locker with a sigh, planting your forehead against the cool metal. "I been aight I guess," you paused to look up at your best friend with an annoyed look. "but this nigga will not leave me the fuck alone!" Y/B/F let out a loud wheeze as you shut your eyes and dramatically wiped down your face with both hands.

"Ganke must still be tryna get back with you or sum?" You simply gave her a hard 'mhm' which she couldn't find more hilarious. "You know there's a party this saturday at Gwen's, you should come with me! We gon find you a new man, sis!" A couple of your other friends agreed with the idea of you going, just wanting you to have some fun.

You snickered at Y/B/N's remark. Giving it some thought, you wondered if you should make an appearance at this party. It had been awhile since you went to one and were actually able to mingle with who ever you wanted to.

Ever since you broke up with Ganke, you felt a since of new found freedom. Of course you loved and adored him when y'all were together, but you weren't stupid enough to stay with him after finding out he was texting other girls and trying to link with a mutual friend's girlfriend, miles. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him begging for you back now.

Solange chimed in from behind her locker to add that there were supposed to some many fine dudes there. Jacky gave you a firm nod to back up Solange's statement. "I bet if Miles was there you would say yes immediately." Your best friend teased and you just responded with the most lethal side eye you could muster. "Hey, don't look at me like that! You know Ian lyin'" She chuckled before finishing getting her bags completely out her locker.

Solange and Jackie were making a team effort to coax you into joining in on the party. They only wanted to see you happy, and all they knew was to dance and mingle their own problems away. They made multiple comments about how you're so young and 'We gotta enjoy it while it lasts'. Of course they wouldn't push you against your will, but a little convincing wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Girl it does not take that fuckin' long to think, come on please! We don't wanna go without you!" These poor girls were practically begging on their knees for you to attend this party with them. All you could do was look at Y/B/N with an amused smile on your face. Simply shaking your head in disbelief at your little group's excitement when you agreed to go.

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Saturday rolled around and you sat as your best friend picked out what you thought was your best outfit.

You felt excitement bubbling in your stomach as continued putting on your last accessories and shiny lip gloss. The music that blasted throughout Y/B/N's room giving you a pregame effect sorta gave you a feeling of what tonight was gonna be like. You put on your favorite perfume and body lotion. Y/B/N squealed as she exclaimed how bad you were and quickly whipped out her phone to take pictures.

As your best friend held her phone up, a notification slide onto her phone.

• Solange👽💚hey... just found out ganke's at the party.. might wanna let y/n kno!!

Y/B/N quickly turned to look at you after the disappointing news. You sighed and gave her a half assed smile. "It's cool, Ian trippin and Ian finna let it bother me either." you shrugged you shoulders which released tension from Y/B/N's own shoulders.

You sat in the back seat of the car on the way to the party. Staring through the windshield, lost in thought. 'What if Ganke was there?' multiple thoughts like this flooded into your head. 'What if he asks why haven't I been talking to him? What do I do if he tries to hurt me-' Your thoughts were immediately cut short by Jacky's pink acrylics wrapping around your hand. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, girl! We wouldn't tell you to come if we knew you wouldn't have a good time." She gave you a kind smile and you gave her the same.

You were hyped up the whole way over to the party, your best friend saying things like 'Girl you look good as fuck!' or 'You gon be taking everybody nigga'. However, when you were finally there you started to feel a little nervous. It had been a while since you were in the party scene but you knew you'd feel better once inside.

You walked through the big, glass door's of Gwen's home and it already reeked of underage drinking with an overpowering amount of horny teens. After giving your friends the green light to go dance and have some fun, you gravitated towards the kitchen. It was only slightly less crowded than the rest of the busy house.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder and felt Y/B/N yell in your ear over the loud music that she was gonna go look for her man, but she'd be back. You laughed and told her don't worry about it and you understood. After she ran of with her little boyfriend, you smelled a very familiar scent. You looked around the kitchen island you were currently leaning on and your eyes landed on you and Ganke's mutual friend, miles.

He was nose deep in his phone, ignoring the girls that would come up to him and quickly shooting down any interactions with his bluntness. You chuckled as you watched the failed attempts of even the prettiest girls in your school try to talk to miles. Making your way over to him, you hopped on the part of the counter right beside his arm.

You couldn't deny the attraction you felt for Miles, even when you were with your ex, but you could never let it be known to anyone. You had a man and he had a girl, you both were off limits. Although, Ganke couldn't understand that much. Y/B/N would always poke fun at the fact that you picked the wrong friend throughout your relationship, and you couldn't help but feel she was right.

When Miles looked up at you, you noticed how close you two actually were. Taking in how handsome he was, looking at his lashes, the diamond studded ears, his signature braids, gold chain dangling on his chest, and those pretty lips that always caught your attention, you became lost in thought.

"Yo, Y/N what's good ma?" Miles cocked his head at you with slightly surprised face. He also seemed to notice the close proximity of you two, however not moving at all. Miles always felt that there was tension between the two of you. His girlfriend wasn't shit but his mom didn't know that and liked her, so he kept her around. That was done though, so Mr.Morales started making moves. He been plotting on you for a little minute now anyway.

You gave Miles and small smile and leaned back on your palms. "Shit, I been good, how you been though? I seen you and ole girl broke up." You asked giving Miles a knowing look. He gave you an amused 'mhm' and watched as your body stretched atop the counter, paying close attention on how your thighs seamed to squish against the cold marble. Miles looked you up and down while licking his dry lips.

"Nah man, we not together no more, but what about you and yo nigga? Thought y'all was cute and shit." Miles shrugged his shoulders, obviously returning your teasing. You rolled your eyes at the comment, not really caring about the subject anymore. All that mattered was that you were single, and he was single.

"So whachu doin' here? This doesn't really seem like your scene." You asked Miles while taking a sip of the drink you had just poured. He watched intently as your lips wrapped around the side of the cup and drank from it.

"A couple of friends wanted me to come, Ian really studyin' this party though." Miles responded, taking large gulps of his own drink.

You watched Miles' adam's apple bob up and down as he drank the alcohol, causing you to shift your focus and forget that you needed to project your voice. When you tried to tell Miles that it was the same for you, you spoke in a low, quiet voice.

He looked at you for a second, trying to put together your words but ultimately failed. The boy moved increasingly close to your neck and you shivered as you felt his breath fan against your ear.

"Que dijiste bebe? I can't hear you, speak up." You could only hope that Miles wasn't aware of the effect he had on you. He just couldn't hear you over the music and loud voices, that was all. Right?

You tried to play it off with a simple 'My bad' and repeated yourself louder this time. Miles smiled at you as he backed up just a little bit so you were face to face.

Even then, Miles couldn't help himself from continuously stealing looks at your outfit. You seem to just have popped out after Ganke fucked his girl. He started paying close attention to your lips, wondering why they looked so soft, why they just looked so..good?

You and miles moved well on into good conversation, catching up on each other, a couple of flirty remarks, and the inconsistent brushing of hands against thighs, hands touching hair, and just enjoying being in each other's presence. All was well until an unwanted but familiar face came into your side vision. You continued your conversation now looking at Ganke making his way over to the two of you.

You gave an exhausted sigh and dramatic eye roll as the one person you wouldn't let ruin your night apparently make it his mission to do just that.

"Yo, What's up Miles, Y/N?" He yelled loudly over the music, attempting to dap Miles up which he ignored. Ganke put up a friendly front but you could tell he had alternative motives. You just sat and stared at the boy while Miles replied with a dry 'Yo'.

"So this what we doin now, Y/N" Ganke looked at you with a stank face, motioning to you and Miles. Mood quickly switching just as you thought would happen. "Youn wanna answer my text or calls but you can come to parties with my homeboys now?" Your ex threw his free arm up in the arm in exasperation while his other one held his drink. "My mans, you was the one that cheated, not me? Ian even tryna talk about this right now, I'm havin' fun." You explained motioning to Miles which he returned with a sly smile.

"Oh so you having fun fuckin' on my homeboys?!" Ganke started to get louder, gaining more attention from the now forming crowd. "We not homeboys my nigga, you fucked that shit all the way up for you." Miles corrected with a deadpanned face.

Ganke was obviously drunk because there was noway anybody in there right mind that would come up to you like this. You weren't necessarily scary but people knew not to disrespect you. When he attempted come stumble closer to you, Miles quickly straightened up and put himself between the two of you. Leaning back on your knees while giving him a warning.

"Aye man you need to chill out with allat, you doing way too much." You felt as if you could handle the situation yourself, but it made your attraction towards Miles grow to see him so protective. "Nah bruh, youn tell me what to do, that's my bitch-" And as soon as he let the word slip, Miles damn near knocked his tooth out.

Ganke fell to the floor with a dazed look and blood dripping from his mouth. Miles was raised by his mama, he knew not to tolerate disrespect towards women. Audible gasps and a collective 'Damn!' was heard around the kitchen.

You looked into the crowd and spotted a drunk Solange and sober Jacky rushing to the front of it. Solange let out a load, obnoxious laugh. "You just got knocked the fuck out!" Jacky laughed uncontrollably trying to steady her friend.

Your 'knight in shining armor' turned to you after spitting on the already hurt kid. He walked over to the counter and started to gather his belongings.

"Man fuck this shit, you tryna get outta here." The tall boy patted his pockets for his keys and pointed a thumb towards the door. "Yeah let's go." You quickly hopped off the counter to walk with Miles, barely sparing a glance at Ganke.

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10 times outta 9 I know your lyin' but 9 times outta 10 I know your tryin' to be there

You rode down the highway, windows down and 'Love Drought' by Beyoncé playing on the radio. You were lost in your thoughts about the previous events until you felt a large hand lay across your thigh. The action felt kinda familiar. Looking from out the window, to the hand, and then at Miles you couldn't help but smile and blush a bit.

You were a bit confused as to how he manage to act like he didn't just almost knock someone out. That's not to say you didn't mind the extra attention. Feeling his grip on your thigh just made your stomach turn in the right way. You wanted to talk but there was so much to say and nothing to say at the same time.

Before you could even mutter a word however, Miles broke the air. "So what's up with him, man? Why he trippin' on you so hard, ma?" His eyes stayed on the road but you knew you had his full attention. He was a somewhat responsible driver after all.

"He just got an attitude 'cuz I won't talk to him no more. Ian tryna deal with allat for real." Shrugging your shoulders, you gave Miles a side glance. Now that it was just the two of you, you couldn't help but see how good he looked in his tight black T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and fresh pair of jays. His jewelry shined in the street lights. He just looked so damn good right now, you could practically feel yourself drooling.

"You sum special, ya know?"

"Hm? Whachu mean?"

"Nah Im just sayin, Ion go around bussin folks in they shit like that for random girls." Miles smiled with his eyes still on the road before him. You just adored the way he was showcasing his dimples off to you right now.

"But you would do it for me though." You giggled at the end of your sentence, appreciating the compliment.

"Anything for you, mi corazón " Although you knew it was a bit of an exaggeration, as this was only the beginning of y'all's relationship, you still felt comfort by his words.

Feelings grew between you two as you watched each other silently over the years. He fell in love with every little thing you did, as so did you with him. You noticed every tiny quirk and habit he had, and just thought he was so fine. It was crazy to everyone that you two didn't start dating each other instead of your ex's.

You felt his hand brush farther into you skirt and squeeze a little harder, all you could do was sigh into his touch. Miles let a deep chuckle slip from his lips and you could feel your face heat up. "Ni siquiera puedo creer que saliste con su lamentable trasero, you know you could do better right, mamas?" You squeezed your thighs slightly at the nick name, which Miles very much noticed.

Of course you didn't want to give in to him just yet, so you beat around the bush. "Yeah I guess, I mean Ion really talk to anybody though. Ian really met a lot of real niggas." You faked oblivion to Miles obvious attempt to get at you.

Suddenly turning down a back road, and driving into an empty, grass area atop a hill, Miles turned to look at you. "That's 'cuz you ain't been talkin' to me, my heart." His accent rolled off his tongue and into your heart. He couldn't help but stare into your pretty eyes, and glance at your pretty, glossed lips. They looked so plump and full, all he wanted was a little taste.

Miles grabbed you by top of your neck softly, causing you to let out a breathy 'Miles'. He couldn't help himself. You just looked so gorgeous in your little outfit tonight, he was grateful to god that he sent an angel like you to him tonight. The two of you tilted your heads in unison closing the gap between you.

Your gloss smeared across Miles' lips as he pressed into yours roughly. When he pulled you closer by your neck, you had no choose but to place a hand on his thigh to help you balance yourself. This caused him to groan which gave you an opportunity you had to take. You snaked your tongue into Miles' sweet mouth, moaning into the kiss as his grip on your neck tightens.

Miles started moving his free hand down your back and onto the cusp of your ass, giving it a firm slap. He broke away from your lips to move his face into the parts of your neck uncovered by his large, rough hand. After leaving multiple kisses, licks, and hickies on your neck, he pulled you over the middle console and onto his lap.

Miles rubbed your ass through your mini skirt, like he was touch starved. His lips returned to yours as he muttered the words "Let me treat you right, baby. Fuck these other niggas."

You just look this boy deeply in his eyes, trying not to fall for him even harder in that moment. You leaned down to plant a kiss on Miles' lips but he held you in place by your neck. "You gon' gimme an answer, pretty girl? Ian solo tratando de joderte, te necesito mala, mi hermosa.." Miles trailed off seemingly entranced by you.

You swear you could die with all the pet names he was giving you. "You gotta promise though, we gotta keep it together, baby"

"Oh we gon stay together, I promise."

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Nightlife 17

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation, violence. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You sit on your knees before the open drawer. Lee was nice enough to clear out half the dresser for you. It plucks at your guilt. He’s been so nice and supportive and all you’ve done is mope. It’s been a long day; moving out, your father…

You can’t wait to get everything away so you can just lay down with Hickory. That’s all you have left. Those little moment where you can’t forget about how you’ve fucked everything up.

Lee startles you as he enters, another bag in hand.

“Hey, sweet thing,” he winks at you, “got your toothbrush and all that away. Nice little place next to mine.”

“Oh, thanks,” you say as you fold a pair of corduroys and tuck them into the drawer.

“Found some more of your stuff,” he drops the tote, it’s the one he packed. Mostly panties and your extra bra. “Here, let me help.”

He grabs the top of the dresser and grunts as he lowers himself down next to you. He slaps his belly with a laugh as he settles in and drags the bag closer. You hear several cracks from his joints.

“My old bones,” he kids and nudges you with his arm, plucking out a pair of your panties, “ain’t these cute?”

“Lee,” you chide and try to grab the underwear. He is obsessed. “Stop.”

“What? I can’t help it. I just think of you in them and I get… excited.”

You hum and say nothing, folding a cardigan neatly.

“What’s wrong? We gon’ be married soon. And we already done enough,” he says, “you don’t gotta be shy like a nun.”

“I know, it’s just… new to me.”

“I know, darlin’, and I ain’t rushed you, have I? We’ll wait till you’re in white to… do all that,” he stacks your panties flat on top of each other and lays them in the top drawer, reaching up above his head and sliding it shut. “Don’t mean we can’t have fun before that.”

“I’m sorry,” you continue to put clothes into the drawer, “I’m tired… sad.”

“Why you sad?” He slings his arm around you as he gets close.

“My dad…”

“Ah, little thing, “don’t be sad about him. He doesn’t deserve that. He didn’t care one bit about you being happy. No real man would treat you like that.”

You nod, sucking in your lip. You’re overwhelmed by everything. The disbelief of your life’s disassembly and the scalding of your father’s dejection. You hang your head and shove one bag in the other, all your clothes away.

You shut the drawer and sit back on your heel. Lee leans into you and kisses the side of your head.

“Darlin’,” he reaches to touch your chin, turning your head towards him, “you know I love ya, right?”

You wince. You take a breath and swallow.

“Love?”

He smiles and it falls in an instant, “you love me too, don’t ya?”

You chew your lip. You didn’t think about it. He’s nice and he’s done so much for you but it’s only been a few months. Just over two.

“I’ve never been in love before,” you say, a truth that isn’t a denial, “I guess it’s all just new to me.”

“Aw,” he cups your chin and kisses your lips. You let him.

He pulls you to him as he angles his body towards yours. He squeezes you tight as he pokes his tongue into your mouth. You let him control you. He brings you down onto him as he lays back and you rest on the mound of his stomach. He parts, looking up at you, breathless.

“You’re perfect, blossom, and I just can’t get enough,” he growls as his hand trails down to grope your ass. “I’m gonna be so good to you, and you’re gonna be my perfect little wife, ain’t ya?”

Your heart aches. You can’t let another person down. You just want one person to be proud of you.

“Yes, sir,” you answer.

“Ah,” he twitches and caresses your cheek, “I got you something…”

“You did?” You bat your lashes.

“Go on, get up,” he squeezes your shoulder, “let me go get it.”

You climb off of him and he hauls himself up with effort. You get to your feet as he goes to the closet and you snatch up the empty bags to hide them in the chair in the corner. He turns back to you and holds a small gift bag.

“What’s that for?” You ask.

“A housewarming. Welcome home,” he nears and hands you the bag, “will you put it on for me?”

You peek inside. White satin. You flick your eyes back up and nod with a sheepish smile, “thank you.”

You let the bag hang from your hand and leave him. You go into the bathroom and close the door. You dig in the bag and take out the silky white camisole nightgown. It has lace around the neckline and hem. It’s very short.

You hesitate to take your own clothes off. It’s too nice for you. But he went and got it and you’d hate to disappoint him. The one person you haven’t let down yet.

You strip and pull on the satin nightie. It’s shorter than you expect. If you lean forward, your panties peek out. And the front, you can see your nipples poking against the sleek fabric. Eek.

“Honey?” Lee calls from outside.

“Coming,” you reply without thinking, shaken by his timbre.

You leave the empty bag and your clothes on the counter. You slowly open the door and peer down the short hallway. You see his shadow cast in the yellow light of the lamp.

You tiptoe down to the door and poke your head inside. You give a shy smile.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, I wanna see,” he sits on the bed, legs wide as he rests his hands on his thighs.

“Alright,” you give in without much resistance.

You step into the room and close your eyes, too shy to face his judgment. Silence. You squirm and peek out beneath your lashes. His mouth his open as he stares at you. He whistles.

“You’re gorgeous, blossom, absolutely… breathtakin’,” he snarls as he squeezes his thighs, “come on and give me a kiss.”

You feel bubbly. No one’s ever looked at you like that. You go to him and put your hands on his shoulders. You lean in and give him a kiss. He purrs and his fingertips tickle your bare thighs. He lets them wander up and presses against your panties. He hooks his fingers into them and tugs them as he pulls his mouth away and tuts.

“None of that,” he shoves them until they fall to your feet.

You gasp and steady yourself, hands still on his shoulders.

“Mmm, come on, give me a twirl,” he drags his hands up, lifting the fabric slightly before glossing over it to your hips, putting you back an inch.

You jitter and spin, catching the hem before it gets too high. He growls and the bed creaks. He stands as he lets out a long breath. He rubs his round stomach and drags his hand over his chest.

“Come ‘ere,” he offers a hand.

You take it, unsure. He turns and guides you towards the bed. You gulp, “you said we’d wait…”

“Now, darlin’, I told the truth,” he reproaches with an arched look in your direction, “you trust me, don’t ya?”

You nod. He points you onto the bed. You get up, sitting on your knees. He tells you to stay as he frames your hips again. He trails his hands along your thighs and suddenly pulls your legs out from under you. You fall forward as he drapes your bottom half over the edge.

He groans and you hear his knees on the floor as he kneels behind you. You look back as he kneads your naked ass, the satin too short to hide you. You’re completely exposed. You reach back and he waves your hands away before clapping your ass between his hands.

“I’m just admirin’ you, darlin’,” he girds as he pulls your cheeks apart, “let me appreciate ya.”

You can’t react before he leans in. The coolness of his tongue makes your ring pucker as he flicks it with the tip. He buries his face in your ass and laps with a long hum. You squeal, writhing and squirming, surprised by the coiling sensation.

He pulls back and purrs, “now you just stay still,” he orders, “you let me get a good taste.”

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raya-hunter01 · 5 months

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Fade Into You Part. 4

Prequel Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: adult content, sex

Summary: This is the Prequel for Lights, Camera, Action! How does an outburst on your first day lead to a lifelong friendship with the Tribal Chief Roman Reigns and the stands the test of time. How does that friendship introduce you to a special group of people that will become your family.

When did the lines get blurred between friendship and wanting a relationship with one of your best friends Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow the friendships, and relationships of how they all came to be the one big happy family we all know and love in Lights, Camera, Action.

Enjoy guys! Let's see if anybody can catch the Easter Egg from Chapter Four of Lights, Camera, Action...What situation did Jey, Shantell, and a certain someone caught up in..The roles were reversed this time and it makes Ch. 4 of Lights, Camera, Action that much sweeter.

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Pensacola, FL

Joe’s House

Joe’s POV

“Aye, you gotta eat this Uce,” Jey said passing me a bowl of soup. “It’s just gon’ come right back up,” I said as Jey sighed. “Maybe not let’s try it,” he said as I had to admit it smelled good. “If he doesn’t want it don’t make him. Ya’ll all fuss over him too much for me,” Trina said as Jey frowned at her. “Look, he’s gotta eat something to keep his strength up,” Jey said as she got up, “I’m gon’ leave you to it Jey because I don’t want to see no throw-up today,” she muttered as Jey growled in his throat as she walked past him.

“Really…did she really just say that shit Uce,” Jey said frowning at me.

“Don’t pay her any mind she’s just a little freaked by all this,” I said taking a couple bites of soup trying to block out what she said.

I knew It was overwhelming her when we went to the Dr. last week and she practically all but ran outta there. They were talking about treatments and how I was feeling was normal and could get worse.

“Uce, she ain’t acting very lovin’ or trying to help for that matter. She so in that damn phone,” Jey said as I passed him the bowl leaning back on the sofa not feeling like eating anymore. "Uce, just drop it please," I said not wanting to talk about it.

Jey’s POV

I took the bowl back into the kitchen as Shantell and Sofia frowned seeing the bowl was practically still full.

“No sir take it back, he’s gotta eat,” Sofia said firmly as Shantell cut the oven off. “Yea, I had to make him eat yesterday, and he kept It down ok. He needs his strength," she said as I sat the bowl down on the table.

“Ladies, he’s tired and I think Trina ain’t helping either with her little don’t care attitude,” I said pointing towards the patio as Sofia shot me a look.

“Oh, really, maybe I should talk to her,” she said heading towards the back door smoothing down her nurse scrubs. “Sofia be nice, Joe likes her, “Shantell said as Sofia laughed heading outside. “She better be talkin’ like she got some damn sense,” she said closing the door.

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Sofia’s POV

“I’m here mama and so are they. I mean they are just smothering him,” Trina said as I stood quietly behind her listening.

“Look, I didn’t sign up for to be a caregiver so it’s good that Shantell and Sofia are here. It doesn’t mean I gotta like them though, I mean, I signed up for fun and maybe a ring down the line mama, not this. I knew I should have approached Seth that night in the club,” Trina said as I felt my temper flaring.

“Well, I can help you out with all your issues Trina, you can get yo' shit and get out,” I said calmly as she jumped turning to face me as I stormed back inside.

“I can explain Sofia, just listen,” she said following me as I rolled my eyes at her desperate attempt to keep me from talking to Joe.

“Nah, explain to Joe how you are using him,” I said as Shantell and Jey followed us into the living room. “What the hell you talkin’ bout Sofia,” Joe said standing up trying to gather himself.

“Yea, what’s going on wit ya’ll?” Jey asked as I looked at Trina. “Why don’t you tell Joe, and everyone how you don’t want to be here. How you signed up for a good time and a ring. How you wish you had gone after Seth instead. I mean you don’t want to be a caregiver right?” I said as Joe stood beside me staring a hole through Trina who couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Did you say that? Were you usin’ me?” he asked in disbelief as Trina began to stutter over her words. “I…I.. didn’t mean it, you know me I get to running my mouth when I’m overwhelmed,” she said as Shantell began heading upstairs.

“Shantell where you goin’?” Jey asked as Shantell shot him a look. “Shantell, you know what to do,” Joe said pointing at her as she nodded in understanding “You know I got you, I’m going to get her shit now,” Shantell said disappearing upstairs as Joe nodded in agreement. “I need you out…. Now Trina,” Joe said as Trina looked horrified.

“Look can we talk Joe, I can explain,” Trina said as Joe walked away from her. “I got enough goin’ on, I don’t need people around me that ain’t real and ain’t really for me. So let’s just leave it at we had fun but now it’s over,” Joe said as Shantell began throwing clothes over the balcony.

Shantell’s POV

This bitch in my brother’s house looking for a damn come-up, using him. “Nah, you leavin’ this house with what you brought in bitch. These lil five ugly ass dresses and these two pair heels, everything else Joe bought it and you ain’t getting it,” I hissed talking to myself as I threw the rest of the dresses over the balcony as Jey looked on in shock.

“Shantell what you doin'?!” Jey shouted as I rolled my eyes. “What does it look like, taking out the damn trash. She gon’ carry them little ho dresses outta here in her fuckin’ hands. Here take yo lil funky ass shoes too! Ain’t no luggage bitch!” I exclaimed, throwing a pair of heels over the balcony as Jey dodged them.

“Sorry Jey, you betta move,” I said as he moved quickly out of the way of the last pair of heels flying over the balcony. “Damn girl you can throw,” I heard him say as Trina ran over to her clothes. “Don’t touch my things!” Trina exclaimed as Sofia scoffed.

“Oh, you can give up the phone too, Joe bought it for you last month. I’m the one that went with him and picked it out,” Sofia said snatching her phone as I came back downstairs.

“Get your shit and get out,” I said as I saw Joe going in her purse taking two keys off of her key ring.

“Ya’ll have had it out for me since day one!” Trina screamed as Joe growled. “Enough! Ain’t nobody had shit out for you!” He yelled as we all got quiet.

“Calm down Uce, this ain’t good for you,” Jey said as Joe waved him off. “I’m good Uce, you heard my sisters Trina. Get your shit, get out, and don’t come back,” Joe said giving her back her purse as she checked the key ring.

“Oh, sweetie I can already tell you he done got his house and car keys off of there. It’s a wrap boo,” I said as she shot me a look but went to pick up her things off the ground.

“Yes, we need a cab at 913 Redford Lane,” Sofia said walking off on her phone as Jey went to help Trina pick up her things. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I went over and knocked them outta his hand.

“She can pick it up and carry it, her arms ain’t broke Jey,” I said as he held his hands up in surrender as Trina bent down to gather her things.

“Aye, just an innocent bystander,” Jey said as I sighed. “I’m sorry Jey, I said as he smiled, pulling me into a hug. “Is it bad I’m kinda turned on right now?” Jey whispered in my ear as I rolled my eyes, before I pulled away, looking for Joe who had seemed to have disappeared.

“He followed Sofia outside, he’s good,” Jey said as I nodded but watched Trina like a hawk until she walked outside and ran into Dwayne.

“Oh, hey Trina,” he said looking at her but then seeing the clothing in her hand, he looked at us and smiled. “I’m sorry by the looks of things, I guess it’s bye Trina,” he said as Jey snickered.” Fuck you, Dwayne!” she yelled slamming the door behind her.

“What’s up my family,” he said completely unfazed giving me a hug.

“Hey, it’s good to see you. He’s out back with Sofia,” I said knowing why he was here.

“Thanks, mama,” he said giving me a kiss on the cheek before giving Jey a hug. “Aye, thanks for coming by Uce,” Jey said as Dwayne nodded.

“You know we family and we stick together,” he said as Sofia came back in. “I just saw her get in the cab,” she said smiling seeing Dwayne. “Hey stranger, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” she said as he gave her a hug. “What’s up my favorite RN,” he said as she blushed.

“I’m good and I’m glad you’re here. I’ll take you to him, maybe you can help bring him outta this funk” Sofia said as Dwayne followed her out back. “I got you, he ain’t gon’ be able to tell me no,” Dwayne said following her closely “Do you think he’s going to go for it,” Jey asked as I sighed.

“I think a trip to Samoa to do a cameo in Dawayne’s movie will give him something to look forward to and a little vacation. He needs one,” I said hoping Joe took him up on his offer.

“What time is your Proctored midterm today?” Jey asked as I looked at my watch. Shit, in thirty minutes. Wait how did you know I had an exam today?” I asked as Jey smiled at me. “You told me last week when we were texting,” he said as I smiled at him feeling special that he remembered. Silly right…..

Jey had gotten in the habit of calling or texting me after shows, and we would talk until they reached the next city. It made me feel like I was almost on the road with them.

Some nights he had me on speaker phone and we’d all talk, some nights he would text and wait until he got to his room to call to tell me goodnight and we would talk for a bit.

I don’t know what was happening with us but I knew I liked it but was still playing it safe.

“Thanks for reminding me, can you let Joe know I’ll be in the computer room. I wouldn’t make it home in time,” I said as Jey scoffed at me. “Girl, gon’ Ace that test. I’ll tell him, and I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Jey said giving me a hug before I excused myself to take my exam.

Joe’s POV

I can’t believe this shit, now I’m back where I started. Why is it so hard to find that special someone when you are somewhat famous? Everybody got a damn agenda, and I just don’t have the energy for the bullshit.

“Joe, someone’s here to see you,” Sofia said as I sighed. “Sis, I think I’m done accepting visitors today,” I said as a familiar voice interrupted me.

“So, you don’t wanna see me, damn, I must be losing my touch,” Dwayne said as I laughed turning around, smiling at him. “Aye! What are you doing here?” I asked going over to give him a hug.

“I came to see you because I have a proposition for you,” Dwayne said as my interest peeked. “What could you possibly have for me?” I asked as he smiled brightly at me.

“A trip to Soamoa, and a cameo in my movie,” he said cutting to the point. “Man, in a perfect world that would be a dream,” I said truly wanting to do it but not sure how. “It’s just a week, we would shoot for three days and then the rest of the time relax, and take in the island,” Dwayne said as I smiled.

“Joe, we think the break would be good for you. The doctor said you are doing good, they are expecting remission soon with how aggressively they are treating the leukemia, “Sofia said as I really thought about what she was saying.

Yea, I had been pushing the doctors, I needed to get back to what I love. When I was first diagnosed eleven years ago my body was able to go into remission in four months and I’m praying for the same outcome again.

“Come on Cuz, you need this break,” Dwayne encouraged as I sighed knowing he was right. Especially after today and the shit with Trina.

“Yea, I know, and a break does sound really good. Just being able to soak up the sun and the culture, “I said truly trying to weigh my options.

“Hell, if he ain’t going, I’ll go chill on the island wit ya Cuz,” Jey said coming on the patio as I shook my head at him.

“He invited me, you ain’t taking my trip Uce, I’mma go,” I said finally agreeing as Dwayne laughed. “We gon’ have fun, I promise. We leave in a week,” he said reassuring me. Maybe the change of scenery would recharge me.

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One Week Later

Pensacola, FL

Gulfdream Properties

Shantell’s POV

“Oh, Jey I like this,” Trin said walking into the foyer as I checked out the kitchen. “Nice cooking space, I can see us throwing down in here Trin,” I said looking around as the realtor smiled.

“This has been remodeled and the owner has dropped his asking price by four thousand,” she said showing us around.

“I like the game room, it’s tight,” Jey said smiling looking around as I smiled at him. “Look at this view!” Joe said as we went to the back door.

“Wow! That’s beautiful,” Jimmy said staring out into the Gulf. “This place screams you Jey,” Joe said walking outside wanting a closer view of the ocean.

“I know, I really like it,” Jey said beaming. He looked free as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“So, Mr. Fatu do you want to put in an offer,” the realtor said as Jey thought for a second looking around at us as we all anxiously waited for his answer.

“Yea, tell them I will pay the new asking price in full after we get the inspectors to check out the house,” Jey said as we all cheered. Jey was about to become a homeowner!

“Alright I see you Mr. Homeowner!” Joe said giving him a hug as the realtor left the room the contact the seller.

“I’m so happy for you,” I said giving him a hug as he lifted me up off the ground and spun me around. “Thanks, beautiful,” he whispered as I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Trin cleared her throat giving me a knowing look as Jey put me down and I blushed slightly.

“Ignore her, she messy as hell,” Jey said as I laughed. “You better be glad I love you, brother,” Trin said winking at him as he smiled brightly at her.

Jey’s POV

Yea, I was about to become a homeowner. No more renting, damn sure no mortgage. I needed to get a few more things from the condo and the other shit she could have I didn’t want or need it.

I had bit the bullet and called Candy earlier telling her I would be by later on today and to not have old dude at the house when I got there.

“What time you goin’ to the condo?” Jimmy asked as Trin frowned. “Why, are you going there? Just let her have everything at this point brother,” she said as I sighed. “I got two more boxes to get outta my office and she can have the rest,” I said as Joe rubbed his eyes.

“Ya’ll, I leave out for Samoa with Dwayne tonight, so we better head that way now,” he said as Shantell agreed. “Yea, you don’t need to do it alone,” Jimmy said as Shantell’s phone rang.

“Hey, grandma!” Shantell exclaimed accepting her Facetime call. “Hey, my baby, how is everything?” she asked as Shantell flipped her camera around to show us. “Nothing just hanging out in Jey’s new house,” she said smiling at me.

“Congratulations Joshua, you deserve it,” she said as I could see Ma Tanya holding the phone. “Thanks, Gram…Hey, ma!” I said as she stuck her head in the frame. “Hey ya’ll, I really miss being in Florida,” she said waving as Shantell laughed.

“ I told you to move back, Ohio is not you mama," Shantell said as her mother smiled. “How are you feeling Gram?” Trin asked as she grumbled.

“Baby, I’m old and just here. Gram tired baby,” she said as Shantell frowned. “Everything ok over there?” she asked as her mom sighed.

“We ok baby, mama is just a bit overwhelmed with all the tests they’ve been doing on her,” she said as Shantell gave her a small smile.

“Grandma, I love you, get you some rest and I will call you tomorrow,” Shantell said blowing her a kiss as her grandmother smiled brightly at her.

“Go be great my baby,” she whispered, I could tell Shantell was trying to hold it together as they finished their call.

“Aww babydoll don’t cry, Gram gon’ be just fine,” Joe said taking her in his arms as Shantell cried. “She just can’t catch a break,” Shantell said trying to control her tears.

“Aye, she’s gon’ be ok. You gotta believe that,” I said going over to join their hug. “Yes, everything for everybody is gon’ work out ok. Group hug everybody!” Jimmy shouted as we all hugged.

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Later that day

Jey & Candy’s Condo

Jey’s POV

“You really showed up here with all of them?” Candy asked pointing at Joe and Jimmy. “Yea, I did because last time I came over you put me in a tough spot, and the police had to be called,” I said unlocking my office as Trin came behind Candy.

“Aye, why don’t you step back and let him get what he needs. Stop hovering over him,” she said as Candy rolled her eyes. “What you his bodyguard now?” Candy asked as Jimmy stepped in the get Trin under control “A’ight baby let’s go wait outside with Shantell,” Jimmy said as Trin sighed.

“Ya’ll hurry up so we can get outta here, but to answer your question…Yea, I am his bodyguard…I’ma always be my brother’s keeper,” Trin said as Jimmy took her outside. “I’ll wait here in the hall,” Joe said as Candy approached me.

“Jey can we talk please?” Candy asked as I sighed. “Candy, we signed the divorce papers. I was nice enough to give you the money you asked for because I just wanted it done,” I said as she began to cry.

“I know you wanted it over, and I know I hurt you,” she whispered as I gave her the key to the office. “I got everything outta here I need, the rest is yours. Don’t call, or come near my family again,” I said unfeeling walking past her.

“Jey, this is me, baby, you know you still love me,” she said grabbing my arm as I stopped walking. “I loved you, I loved yo ass more than anybody and you betrayed me. Enjoy your life wit yo' man,” I said walking away from her and the home we built.

I stayed strong and got in the car as Trin was still on edge. “Sis, I handled it, it’s done,” I said as she nodded in understanding. "I still wanna kick her ass," Trin mumbled as Jimmy caressed her knee.

"Calm down, she ain’t worth it," Jimmy whispered as Trin sighed looking at the house in sadness. “I can’t believe how the house has gone down,” Joe said looking at the house as well.

“I can’t either but I can’t worry about it, it falls on her now as to what she spends the money on I gave her,” I said knowing I did what needed to be done.

“I’m very proud of you,” Shantell whispered as I smiled sadly at her. "I am proud of me too,” I whispered grabbing her hand as my eyes met Jimmy’s in the mirror as he smiled.

“Aye, why don’t we go out and celebrate tonight,” Trin said as Shantell seemed in deep thought. “You good wit that Shantell?” I asked as smiled.

“Yea, it’s cool with me but I will leave early I got to study,” she said as Trin cheered. “Yay! We can dance some girly, it’s overdue,” Trin said smiling at Shantell.

“Ok, I’ll see if Sefa wants to come out, I know Sofia gotta work the night shift tonight, "Jey said as Joe smiled. “Well, why ya’ll doin’ all this I’mma be in the air on my way to the island,” he said seemingly happy.

A plan had been put in place and it was time to celebrate my freedom.

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Pensacola, FL

Night Life Club

Jey’s POV

The club was in full swing, I have to say Jimmy could always pick a good spot to hang out and enjoy. Especially since it was homecoming weekend and people from all walks of life were out enjoying

“Aye, you didn’t tell me you would be here?” a familiar voice said as I turned and saw a smiling Taraji. “Hey, one of my favorite interviewers!” I exclaimed giving her a hug as I felt her hands roaming my back.

“Lawd, you smell good wit your handsome self,” she said as I cleared my throat, blushing. Her boldness caught me off guard as I pulled away to create a little space.

“Aye, don’t start no shit you can’t back up now,” I said flirting wit her. “Who said, I couldn’t finish it. I have been trying to get you alone for a minute, but you be playin’,” she said smiling at me.

“I told you I was goin' through a divorce, and wasn’t looking to get tied up with anybody,” I said as she ran a finger down my chest. “But now I hear you signed the papers, so that means you’re free now,” she said giving me a wink.

“You bold as fuck huh,” I said as she laughed ignoring what I said. “So where is Joe’s little friend Shantell?” Taraji said as I frowned at her.

“Uh, her and Trin in the bathroom. Why?” I asked as she smirked. “I figured she’d have you on lock, I mean she likes you,” she said as I laughed.

“Nah, it ain’t like that Shantell is my Uce, we family. I don’t see her the way everybody sayin’ I do,” I said downing my shot trying to convince myself more than Taraji.

“Well, since it ain’t like that, how about you let me show you what you have been missing,” Taraji whispered as I looked around trying to see if this was a joke. I mean she really tryin’ to shoot her shot.

“What…You mean like have sex here?” I asked as she grabbed my hand pulling me through the crowd not sayin’ another word.

Sefa’s POV

This motherfucker here already fuckin’ up, see I was right. He's bout to be a fuckin idiot out in these streets cause he’s single. “Damn, I gotta get Shantell outta here,” I muttered to myself as Jimmy came up.

“Did you see that shit, what the hell he doin’?” Jimmy asked as I sighed. “Yea, I saw, and I don’t like it, but I knew it was bound to happen,” I said as Jimmy looked even more pissed off than I did.

I never felt so bad in all my life as I saw Shantell and Trin heading towards us.

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, where did Jey go? He was harping about wanting to get a dance in before I leave,” I said taking my drink back from Sefa. “Uh, he stepped out for a minute, he should be back soon,” Jimmy said looking disappointed.

“Well, he’s got a few more minutes and I’m out. I’ve got to study,” I said nursing my drink as Sefa frowned and Jimmy looked nervously at each other and then back at me. What the hell was goin’ on.

“What’s up wit ya’ll, why the sour mood all of a sudden,” Trin asked as I looked up and saw out the corner of my eye and saw Jey and a girl heading to the back of the club through a set of double doors.

If I’m not mistaken It looked like that new girl Taraji that Paul hired a few days before I had got sick at Raw. I must be going crazy cause that is hella random, but I wanted to know what the deal was.

“Hey, I need to make a call guys, I’ll be back,” I said before Sefa could stop me. I knew it was none of my business, but I couldn’t stop my feet from following them. I mean we ain’t together but with everything lately, I was thinking maybe he would at least ask me out on a date.

I mean we basically act like a couple…I could hear moaning when I went through the double doors and I felt my heart drop. The closer I got to the other door at the end of the hall, I could hear the shuffling of clothes. My hands trembling, I opened the door slightly and peeked inside.

I was bringing pain upon myself, but I wanted to be sure, and I don’t even know why. It wasn’t like I could confront him or anything.

“I ain’t looking for a relationship and I don’t wanna lead you on. This can’t go anywhere, I just wanted to tell you that before we do this,” Jey moaned as I saw he had Taraji pinned against the wall kissing her neck.

“I ain’t lookin’ for a relationship either, I just want to have fun,” she gasped as he entered her hard and fast taking her against the wall with wild abandon.

“Yes! Give me all that frustration, I know it’s been a long time for you baby,” Taraji moaned scrapping her nails down his back as Jey fucked her senseless up against the wall.

His growls and moans were getting louder as well as Taraji. She tried to bring him in for a kiss but he turned his head and attacked her neck instead.

“No kissin', this is just for fun remember, no ties,” he whispered sucking roughly on her neck as I closed the door. Slowly I backed away trying not to disturb them as I tried to process what was happening.

“Shantell, get it together. Fix your face, go out here, and act normal. Have a good cry when you get home and keep it movin',” I whispered giving a pep talk to myself as I went back into the club almost colliding with Sefa as steadied me in his arms.

“Shantell, are you ok?” He asked as I nodded, not trusting my voice. I felt like I couldn't breathe. “Uh, I’m fine…I’m gon’ go ahead and go. I think I’ve seen enough for one night,” I said as he pulled into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, my brother is an idiot,” he whispered as I tried to hold in my tears. “It’s ok, I know what it is, and I ain’t mad at him. He can do what he wants, we ain’t together,” I said hugging him tighter as I felt my walls crumbling.

“Please don’t tell him that I saw them, I don’t want to embarrass him or myself any more than necessary,” I said as he nodded. “Sis, you ain’t got nothing to be embarrassed about you hear me,” Sefa whispered rubbing my back “I knew I shouldn’t have come tonight,” I whimpered trying to hold back tears as Trin came up.

“Hey, are you ok?” she asked as I tried to play it cool dropping my head into Sefa’s shoulder, bringing up my hand up to wipe a tear I knew had fallen before she could see. Pulling away from him, I put on my bravest face and smiled.

“I’m good sis, I’m just worried about this other class. Then I got a paper due, you know that overwhelming college shit” I said as Sefa smiled sadly at me knowing I was lying and trying not to break down.

“Aye, before long we gon’ be cheering you on at graduation, just hang in there,” Jimmy said looking sadly at me. Great he knew too..Ugh, I wanna crawl into a hole and die.

“Well at least give me one more dance before you go,” Trin said pleading as I smiled in spite of myself. “Fine, just one and I’m out. My Uber should be here in 10 minutes,” I said checking my phone.

“That’s all we need, come on here! she exclaimed, steering me to the dance floor. “That gives us a chance to show’em how Zeta Phi Betas have the best stroll. I know you remember how to do some,” she said pulling me further into the club with Jimmy following us

“Trin, I got on a dress,” I whined as she laughed. “Girl, you betta stroll yo ass off, let’s kills this shit right quick,” she said hyping me up as I downed the last of my drink as Jimmy took my glass. “A’ight, ya’ll betta do that shit too!” Jimmy exclaimed as I laughed at his enthusiasm.

Jey’s POV

“Damn, I can’t believe I did this,” I muttered as Taraji pulled down her dress. “Don’t beat yourself up, we both wanted it. It’s no big deal, we ain’t hurting nobody," she said as I thought of Shantell.

Fuck, I’m so damn stupid. “Hey, stop overthinking over there, Shantell won’t find out,” Taraji said as I winced like I had been wounded.

“See it’s all on your face, you like her. That’s why you wouldn’t kiss me huh,” she said as I ran my hands over my face.

I could tell it stung her a bit that I wouldn't kiss her but she was trying to play it off.

"You were probably thinkin' bout Shantell while we were having sex," Taraji said as I stroked my beard not meeting her eyes. "Oh, God you were, weren't you?" Taraji said in shock. While I was irritated with her, and wished I didn't have had sex wit her, I knew she was right.

I was thinking about Shantell the whole damn time. Damn, why did I even bring my ass back here?

“Look keep Shantell's name out yo' mouth. It's not your business, and this situation with you and me was just a one-time thing. It's not happening again Taraji, shit like this gets messy,” I said not wanting to hurt her feelings but wanting to get my point across.

“Damn, you called us having sex a situation. Well, I got to meet back up with some of the girls so I'll see you later,” Taraji said giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Yea, I’ll see ya,” I said as she left. I looked at my watch and realized I probably had missed Shantell. Rushing I cleaned myself up and walked back out into the club.

“You good bro,” Sefa asked appearing from outta nowhere as I nodded. “Yea, I’m good bro,” I said trying to convince myself. I could see he wanted to say more but he was biting his tongue.

“I know it was stupid, you ain't even gotta say nothin',” I said as he shook his head in disappointment at me. I saw a crowd had formed in a circle in the middle of the dance floor.

"We got some Zetas in the house! Alright, ladies let’s see that stroll!" the DJ screamed as Choppa Style by Choppa began to play as the crowd began singing, I guess tryin' to hype up whoever was out there on the floor.

Damn, what did I miss? I said pointing at Jimmy who was throwing his hands up in the air grinning like a fool recording on his phone.

“Oh, nothing just Trin and Shantell over there strolling with two other fellow Zetas, you know it’s homecoming week,” Sefa said as I looked at him.

“Excuse me, Shantell doin’ what?” I asked in shock as we made our way through the crowd finally getting closer to Jimmy.

“Aye, they killing it, where the hell ya’ll been?!” Jimmy shouted over the music as my eyes found Shantell. There she was wit her sexy ass gliding in the line rocking her hips.

“Alright, this is one of my favorite parts. Get low ladies!” the DJ screamed as they all in sync began dropping it low to the floor slowly winding their hips.

“Damn! Yes sir!” Jimmy exclaimed as I was trying to remain calm but my mind and heart was racing as I saw Shantell throwing her ass in a circle next to Trin.

"Shit, yea, throw dat ass back girl," I muttered to myself in awe of what was happening as the girls threw up their sorority sign, swinging their arms from side to side, as they went even lower to the floor.

The crowd was eating this shit up and I wanted to eat Shantell's ass up.

I couldn't help the low primal growl that escaped my lips seeing Shantell bite her lip as her ass continued to bounce behind her almost as if it had a mind of its own.

I shifted myself in my jeans as I watched Shantell’s dress start to rise slightly. I saw her quickly pull her dress down in the front holding it in place while still dancing. Thank God, I don’t need these dudes in her looking at her like that.

"Man shiid, shawty in the black dress straight fire!” I heard a guy say to his friend as I shot him a look.

“Yea, she is and I know you betta not even think about goin' near her, let alone touchin' her. She’s taken a’ight,” I said making sure he knew what the deal was before he got ahead of himself.

“Sorry didn’t know she was your girl,” he said as I nodded turning back to the watch. “Boy, I know you feel stupid,” Sefa said hitting my shoulder as I saw him eying Shantell with a smirk. “You enjoyin' this shit a little too much little brotha,” I said as he laughed.

“Damn sure is 'cause I wouldn’t be me if didn’t love watchin’ yo’ ass squirm,” he said as I rolled my eyes at him. “A’ight that’s my wife! Come thru baby!” Jimmy shouts as Trin throws him a sexy smirk as the girls begin strolling behind each other in a line again around the dance floor.

Sefa’s POV

I can’t help but snicker watching my brother trying to control himself as Shantell danced in front of him, giving him a sexy smirk.

Jey’s soul looked like it left his body as he eyed her up and down “Damn, Shan," I heard him whisper as I laughed. “Uh huh, yea, let his ass know sis,” I muttered to myself. Yea, lil sis up in here showin’ out and shuttin’ shit down.

“I’ll be got damn,” Jey whispered slamming back his shot as Shantell danced past him not sayin’ a single word as they went to make their way off the dance floor.

“You a’ight over there bro?” I asked about to rub It in some more but I stopped myself as I saw the look on his face.

It had gone from confusion to full-blown pissed off in a matter of seconds as I turned to see what was happening.

Tevin had reached over and hugged Shantell as she was dancing. “Hey you!” she exclaimed, returning his gesture coming out of the dance line. “What the fuck he doin’ here?” Jey hissed as I smiled.

“Oh, Tevin? They got him directing the house show tomorrow,” I spoke to him earlier when you were preoccupied with Taraji, chasin’ a nut in the back of a dirty storage closet,” I said enjoying seeing him squirm as he rubbed his hand over his face in frustration.

“Fuck you man, it wasn’t like that,” Jey whispered as I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m just trying to figure out how you mad at him for hugging her when you just fucked another woman literally not even ten minutes ago in a storage closet. Make it make sense bro,” I said as Jey growled.

"‘Cause I fuckin’ am ok! Look, just go over there and break that shit up for me ok,” Jey said as I shook my head in disbelief at him. “Fine, I’ll go but I’m doing it for her, not yo’ ass,” I said going over to Shantell and Tevin.

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Shantell’s POV

I had put on the facade long enough I needed to leave, have a good cry, and try to study. Tevin was a good guy, I just wasn't in the mood tonight. I sighed in relief as Sefa came over to us because the alcohol was getting to me I needed a hot shower and a bed.

“Aye, your Uber should be here by now. You want me to walk you out,” Sefa said as I smiled. “I just paid it and canceled it, could you take me home,” I said as Tevin interrupted us.

“If you like I could give you a ride,” Tevin said as I tried to let him down easy. “Nah, I don’t want to spoil your night, I’ll just go with Sefa," I said giving him another hug.

“Well, how about you come to the show and shadow me tomorrow,” he said as I smiled at him. “I’ll think about It, but I probably will be busy though,” I said not really wanting to go to the show as Jey came over.

“Shantell ya’ll shut it down out there,” Jey said as everything I felt earlier came rushing back. “Uh, thanks,” I said trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“I was about to take Shantell home,” Sefa said as Jey smiled. “Well, I could take you,” he said as I tried to think of what to say. “Nah, Uce, I got her. Sofia has some stuff she wanted me to give Shantell, so I’ll take her,” Sefa said cutting off the conversation as I smiled in gratitude.

“Well, I’ll text you in a bit or call you,” Jey said trying to hug me as Sefa cut in and Jey backed up in shock. " I'll talk to you later Shantell," Tevin said as waved at him.

“Shantell, I’ll meet you in the car,” Sefa said giving me his keys as I waved at Jey and headed towards the door. I didn't feel like talking at all right now.

I felt grateful as the cool air hit my face as I walked to his car. If he had hugged me I either would have puked or busted out in tears and would have embarrassed us both.

The fresh air felt good on my skin, looking down to smooth down my dress I almost collided with someone.

"Damn, watch where you goin'!" a female voice said as I steadied myself. "Oh, sorry," I said walking around her not really paying attention to who it was, I was just ready to go home.

"You saw us didn't you Shantell?" the voice gloated as my blood ran cold. I turned and looked at Taraji, her smug grin made me want to chop her ass in the throat.

I knew her reputation and it made my skin crawl Jey was that desperate to stick his dick up with her passed-around pussy.

"I don't know what you talking about," I said playing it cool. Shantell just walk away, she ain't worth it.

"I saw you out the corner of my eye, you really should have stayed longer and caught the finale. He really looks sexy as hell when he cums she gloated as I sighed in pity at her weak ass attempt to rattle me.

"Well, I don't see how you saw his face with how he kept it buried in your neck in order not to look at you," I said not backing down.

You got the right one now bitch I ain't got nothing but time.

Tell me, how did that make you feel seeing us together? I mean I know you like him, but he won't give you the time of day," she said smirking at me as I laughed and shook my head.

"Well, I honestly don't feel anything about it because I wasn't the one getting fucked in a dirty ass storage closet with the rats and the roaches. You the real MVP Taraji, I'ma be just like you when I grow up," I said smugly as her once smug face now wore a deep frown.

"You just jealous," Taraji started as I cut her off. "Oh, you're right, I'm just jealous because I wasn't the one giving my body to a man who didn't even think enough of me to kiss me on the lips," I said smirking knowing it cut her ego real deep.

"I will hurt you Shantell, I don't care who you claim to have as a brother," Taraji said pissed off as I laughed.

"I'd love to see you try, but nah, I ain't done talking about how I'm jealous of you I am. Listen to this one, it's the best reason that I'm jealous of you," I said smugly pointing at her as she put her hands on her hips trying to keep her cool.

"Taraji, I'm jealous of you because it is so obvious Jey was fantasizing about someone else as he used your body to chase a nut. I mean let's be honest, that's the real reason why he couldn't look you in the face as he fucked you," I said feeling better I had got it off my chest.

"You just wish you could be me, i'm warning you, stay out of my way Shantell. You just wait though, Jey will be my man real soon," Taraji said walking away from me.

Nawl, bitch you don't get the last word on this one.

"Taraji, If you do by some miracle convince him to date you, it won't last long. He will see right through you, so enjoy it while you can Taraji," I said as she stopped walking. "Like I said stay outta my way," Taraji said as I smiled.

"Oh! Taraji, it's just one more thing I need to tell you woman to woman," I said as she turned to look at me.

"Don't you ever come for me.... Unless I send for you. Now, you have a blessed night," I said turning to look for Sefa's car as she stormed back into the club.

Sefa’s POV

What the fuck you do that for?” Jey asked as I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t think Shantell wants to smell Taraji on you bro,” I said as his eyes widened in horror.

“Shit, I wasn’t thinkin’, look just make sure she gets home safe,” Jey said as I nodded and went to catch up with Shantell.

“Everything ok?” Shantell asked as I got in the car. “Yea, everything good and to answer your question I didn’t tell him you saw them,” I said as she sighed in relief.

“Thank you,” she whispered leaning her head back on the seat as we rode in silence. I dreaded leaving her alone as we got closer to her house. But I knew she probably needed time to process everything.

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Shantell’s POV

“Thanks for the ride, I said as he gave me a hug. “If you need to talk I’m here, just call me,” he said as I got out. “Thanks, I’ll talk to you later,” I said getting out. Making the lonely journey up to my door, I turned to wave at him before going inside as he drove away.

I looked around and realized I was truly alone. Joe was on his way to Samoa, mama was in Ohio…I just felt alone, and as I got undressed and stepped into the shower. I couldn’t hold it in any longer I began to cry.

My heart was crushed, but when I thought about it, I really didn’t have a reason to be. He was never mine to begin with and with that being said I did the only thing I could do.

I picked myself up after my crying session and focused on my work.

I would be ok…I could do this….I truly just had to be his best friend, his Uce. I can do that... I know that I could

I mean how hard could it be?

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Can I have an post about NCT Mark's reputation in the industry or his ideal type? P.S You're legit look like a 90s superstar💌💖💖 don't be shy and drop your skincare routine please 🙏

WHY ARE NCTZENS BEING SO NICE TO MEEEE, THIS IS LIKE THE 2ND COMPLIMENT I'VE GOTTEN THANK YOUUU 😭💚 Ofc since we did TY Track I don't see why I can't do one for Mark 🦁

Mark from NCT's ideal type:

Qualities

I channeled: "Hmm... What do I like in a partner?" I think Mark hasn't really thought about what important qualities a partner should have and more so has thoughts about appearance or personality.

Mark would be interested in someone similar to him or someone with similar values, habits, or behavior as him, but with a more elevated mindset.

He could want to do date someone who is also a musician or a writer. I feel like Mark is curious about the twin flame dynamic? He could want to feel a connection with someone on a deeper level. Telepathy? Mark is wanting a partner who could read his mind and emotions so that way he doesn't always have to explain himself. Someone who is very aware and observant. A partner that eases his anxiety or relieves him of his everyday stress. He could also like if his partner was more optimistic and looked on the bright side of things because Mark can have a more "realistic" outlook on life.

Personality

I'm ngl... Mark has a toxic taste in partners LMAO 💀 I just feel that he wants someone who keeps him on his toes and he hates predictability. Like if his partner was too "normal" or too "stable", he's gonna hate that, he's gonna feel like he's the partner with the issues, so he wants someone that can be as imperfect as him. "It's more fun that way, no?"

I'm laughing pls 😭- "I'm not saying I want my heart broken, but if she's bad then she can take it [his heart]."

Mark really does not give a fuck 😂 (btw this is the first reading I've done for a celebrity where I cannot stop giggling??? He's so funny). He also wants someone who would like call him out on his bullshit. Mark doesn't want someone who's submissive or a pushover, "😁Feistyyy." It's giving: "I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me"

Intuitively, I feel like Mark also has a lot of insecurity in his relationships as well. The partners who are healthier for him, he feels like he's not good enough for them, so instead he dates partners who are often unstable. It's okay to date someone who's more outspoken and dominant, but it seems like he's constantly attracted to partners who are too controlling towards him.

Physical traits

"Honestly I have a type. I'm not the tallest so I don't wanna date anyone who's like too tall but I don't mind the height too much. I like hair, the people I've dated their hair is pretty long and if they have short hair, it's gotta be like fluffy (voluminous is the word he was looking for)." Channeled songs: Trap Queen, 679, & Again by Fetty Wap

"I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go"

"Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though

I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind, though

I'm sipping on you like some fine wine, though

And when it's over, I press rewind though, ayy

You talking bands, girl, I got it

Benjamins all in my pocket

I traded in my Trues for some Robins

He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ayy

I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ayy

17 shots, no .38"

"I want you to be mine again, baby, ayy

I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy, ayy

But I cannot see myself without you

We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do

I go out of my way to please you

I go out of the way to see you

I ain't playing no games, I need you"

Oh he's a giverrr 😝. Mark wants for his partner to look good, so he'd go out of his way to pamper them and spoil them. Like "oh baby you want your nails done? I got youuu 😌". He likes to show off his partner. I heard "I want that Beyoncé and Jay Z love." (😭💀 Mark go sit tf down please). I love the energy tho fr.

He's mentioned girls a lot + all 4 cards are women, so he has a obvious preference towards the female gender.

Long hair

Thick, voluminous hair

All hair textures (straight, wavy, curly, etc).

Varies from pale, medium, deep, or brown skin tones.

Girls with a "mean" expression or resting bitch face (🤨😠😒)

Feline beauty

Arched eyebrows

Horizontally wider eyes

Prominent features (big nose and big lips)

Likes lipstick or lip gloss ("Juicy lips")

Someone who plays hard to get (as in a tsundere, basically acts like they don't want him but secretly does)

Shoulders and collarbones

Pretty hands

Nice ass

Likes jewelry? Rings and earrings to be specific.

Something about fabrics is coming up, so Mark could like when women wear flowy dresses or like those sheer beach cover ups.

Instagram baddie style is very apparent here.

Soft glam makeup (U.K? Black London baddie makeup. Latina makeup coming up as well.)

Mixes luxury with casual

Long acrylic nails

High heels

Painted toes

I am being reminded of that song that goes "Ion want no barbie, I want me a bratz doll "

Bratz doll type of beauty

Celebrities/influencers who are similar to his ideal type:

Juliana Nalu, Ashley Nicole King, Kali Uchís, Camo, Jordyn Woods, Yarastargal, Mia Owens, lisajn37, amandaa_solis, Cindy Kimberly, asiaeros, bbv_g6rl, 200120_01, & bybrokelle

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i headcannon that benny and reader blast rihanna while closing the gym. it becomes a tradition that they blast music and dance around while closing. it gets to the point that the boys start wondering why benny keeps being late to their hangouts after his work. at some point they catch benny blowing his back out and reader recording and laughing at benny

Benny, Better Have My Money

Chapter Five | Drabble for the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

TW: tooth rotting friend fluff w/ Benny & some ass throwing ?!?!

Notes: anon, i wish i could kiss that beautiful brain of yours for thinking of this absolutely fucking hilarious scene thats now 100% canon in the through the scope series to me HAHAHA !! i hope i did some justice to your brilliant idea & thank u so so much for submitting it ((: this one is for u ! happy reading <3

*i wrote this w/o looking over it because the idea was just to good so if you see any grammatical errors.. no you dont*

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Closing up after a long shift was never fun. Well, it was never fun until you started working for Benny. After the last guests were ushered out and the doors were locked, you were put in charge of the gyms music. It was only fair since Benny had free reign during operating hours after all. Plus, your taste in music wasn’t exactly family friendly.

“Alright, what are we feeling this evening? Lady Gaga? Megan Thee Stallion? Doja Cat? Maybe some Rico Nasty? What artist really says ‘I want to clean this whole gym and look hot while doing it’ to you?”

“The evening song choices are all yours. I’m way too tired to even think about makin’ another decision right now.”

“Well,” You say as you start scrolling through artists on his phone to find one that will bring the energy that both of you need to get this done. “If you’re so tired, why are you going out with the guys after this?”

“You know that doesn’t count.” He’s currently working his way through cloroxing all the workout benches and weights. “The only decision I have to make when I’m there is if I want another drink or not and that's easy. Of course I want another fuckin’ drink!”

“Touché,” You laugh as you find the perfect playlist for the evening. “Let’s get this cleaning party started!”

Rhianna’s Bitch Better Have My Money starts blasting at full volume from the gym's speakers as you make your way over to the basket full of used towels.

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

“Oh fuck yeah! I love Rhianna!” He yells as he turns to you.

You pull out a towel, point to him from across the gym, and start swinging it over your head as you lip sync to the song playing.

Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me of the top

Shit, your wife in the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

Benny makes finger guns and pretends to fire them at you on each beat. “Sing it, girl!”

The two of you run dramatically to each other in the middle of the gym and start dancing like crazed animals. Each of your tasks having been long forgotten as soon as the music started. You both know by now that neither one of you will be leaving anytime soon.

***

“Where the fuck is your brother, Will?” Pope huffs.

Frankie, Pope, and Will have all been waiting at their table for Benny to show up for 45 minutes now. They turned the waitress away three times before they caved and ordered a round for themselves. Hoping that a light buzz would satiate them.

“I’ve been texting him, but he’s not answerin’!” Will explains. “His location says that he’s still at the gym.” He turns his phone screen over to show the others.

“This is the third time this week that he’s been late. He’s never taken this long to close up before.” Frankie adds.

Pope tips his almost empty beer bottle in his direction and nods. “Fuck this. Finish y’alls drinks and let's go pay him a visit.”

They all do as Pope orders and make their way out of the bar. As they cross the street and enter the gym’s parking lot they see both yours and Benny’s cars in the same spots that they were in this morning. All of the lights in the building are still on as well.

“Do y’all hear that?” Frankie asks the men walking next to him. “It sounds like -”

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously.

All three of them walk up to the gym doors and the sight that greets them will be burned into each and every one of their minds for all eternity.

***

You’re currently holding onto one of the corner poles from the boxing ring with both hands and trying to explain to Benny how to shake his ass.

“Move your hips to the right, then the left, then shimmy down, and use your knees to help you bring your ass up and down!” You’re winded from both teaching your lesson and singing with Benny for almost an hour straight. It also doesn’t help that you’re trying to yell instructions over Rhianna’s S&M song.

“I think I got it now! Let me try!”

He helps you down so he can climb up and get into position. You pick up your towel and phone off a nearby workout bench. There is no way that you aren’t going to document this moment.

‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Stick and stone may break my bones

“But chains and whips excite me!” You and Benny sing together.

You are struggling to hold your phone still as you record because you can’t stop laughing. Benny is throwing everything, and you mean everything, into his one man performance on the edge of the boxing ring. He definitely paid attention to what you showed him. Even put his own little twist on it by bringing his right hand back to slap his ass. You can’t help but get swept away in it all and you start hitting him in the ass with your towel as well.

“Let’s go, Benny! Shake that shit for me!” Your lungs threaten to burst from over exhaustion.

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

“Should we tell them we are here?” Will ask hesitantly, still not entirely sure what he’s watching.

“I’m not even sure what we would say if we told them.” Frankie quips as he wishes you would get back up and dance again. “Pope?”

He looks to his left and sees him pulling up your contact information. “Let’s tell them that their audience wants an encore.” Pope presses ‘call’ and puts the phone to his ear with a devious grin.

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mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend

this is part 6! the second to last part to mbdm :( and it’s kinda long bc it switches povs.. sorry y’all! but anyways, hope you enjoy! read the 5th part here and here, read part 4 here!

tags; @beautifulalienslimecroissant @neptunes1nterweb @yourrfavzxri @iikatsukii

After the outing, Connie and I had gotten closer in the following weeks. As busy as he was as the nation’s athlete, he still had enough time to set aside for me and Celest. The only reason he probably didn’t mind spending time with the baby was because she came along with me. It got to the point where it looked like he was growing attached and as far as he knew, he wasn’t her father. He thought he was just stepping in as an outside source.

Today I had took off for a doctor’s appointment for Celest where she’d be getting shots. I talked to Connie that morning and my plans slipped up so I should’ve known he would’ve wanted to go with me.

“But don’t you have a game?” I wedged my phone between my ear and neck as I buckled in a busy Celest.

“Yeah but that’s not until 7. Y’know, I just wanna be there for support.” At first glance, I didn’t see nothing wrong with it until I considered the situation again. Plus the fact that he was a celebrity and could be recognized going to a pediatrician with a random lady and her baby.

“I guess.. you gon meet me there?”

“Yeah just send me the address. I’ll get there before you anyways.”

I scoffed. “Boy you better not be tryna speed through these streets. I can’t afford your bail.”

“You won’t need to. Imma call you when I get there.” And with that we said our goodbyes and hung up before I started on my way.

And Connie was in fact there before me.

“Told you.” He smirked, making fun of the fact that I didn’t believe him. Celest was starting to fall asleep again on my shoulder but once she saw Connie, she woke up immediately.

He took his shades off as Celest wiggled out my arms to run into his. “At least someone’s happy to see me. Estrellita!” He calls her Estrellita, which means little star in spanish as I’ve been told and that’s interesting because the inspiration for her name came from his.. Constance. His name always reminded me of the stars and how beautiful they were as constellations on some nights, which is what I saw every time I looked at him and now see every time I look at my baby. I really need to find a way on how to break the news to him.

Once we got in and we’re now waiting for the lady to come in.

“Y’know you didn’t have to come, right? You probably had something else to do.”

Connie shook his head as he held onto Celest in his lap. “Nah, I like spending time with yall. Especially this lil girl.” He tickled her sides, which made her squirm.

I didn’t know what I was thinking to prompt me to say what was next. “Actually Connie, there’s—“ but luckily the pediatrician came just in time

She greeted us as she walked in and was surprised to see Connie in the chair because normally it’s just Celest and I.

She looked at me and then looked at Connie and Celest. “Are you dad?” My eyes widened. He was dad but he didn’t know he was dad. All Connie did was laugh because I could see that he didn’t know how to react.

“Nah, um… just a friend.”

“Oh!” She laughed. “You and the baby look so much alike I thought you were dad.” Connie slowly turned his head to look at me and I slowly turned my head in the opposite direction.

“Just probably been around her for too long.” The pediatrician started somehow laughing harder than before. I wanted to leave now for a multitude of reasons. But once I finished talking to her about Celest and the type of shots she’d be given today, everything was almost over.

“Does she like shots?” Connie leaned over to me after the pediatrician left to get the supplies for the shots.

I laughed a bit. “Who likes to get shots?” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m sayin does she cry and stuff?”

“She’ll cry but only for a lil bit. I got her if you can’t—“

“Nah, she cool. I got her.” The cart rolled in and Celest started to whine and get antsy. I hated when she’d get shots because I’d always cry with her, but it helped when Connie was here.

The first looked to be the most painful for her but she didn’t cry all that much but that was probably because Connie held onto her so tightly, making sure she wouldn’t wiggle around. After the first, the second floor one came and went so it was over by this point and Celest’s little thighs were decorated with pretty pink butterfly bandaids.

“See?” The pediatrician began putting the stuff away. “Wasn’t that bad, right?” She tickled at Celest’s tummy and of course she laughed even through her teary eyes. Connie on the other hand, looked like he was fighting back tears himself.

When we left, Connie had put his shades back on as he walked to my car to buckle Celest in.

“Thank you for coming Connie, I appreciated your… support.”

“Anytime.. you coming to the game later?” I didn’t know if I wanted to go through that hassle again. “I’ll find a way to get yall in—“

“It’s okay, we’ll just watch you on tv.”

He raised a brow. “You sure? Don’t wanna be there for the real thing?”

He made me giggle like a high school girl. “I have the real thing right here. And plus, Cee will watch you better at home anyways.”

“Alrighty pretty girl.. you better be watching.”

“Or what?” He was close enough to rattle the fluttering in my stomach. He stood in front of me for a while, gently biting on his lips but I couldn’t see his eyes because they were hidden.

He scoffed. “You’ll find out,” He pecked me on my cheek. “Bye, love you!” Before quickly getting into his car and speeding off. ‘Love you..?’

(📞switching sides) CONNIE

After the game, all I could think about was the events of today and what the pediatrician lady said. My mind was so set on that, I didn’t even go to the club like the team would always do after winning a game to celebrate. Everyone went to the club that night except for Onyankopon. Him and I were the closest on the team and he’s always had my back through everything since joining the team. When I was first starting out in the pro world, he was the one who didn’t mind helping me out. He was only a few years older than me but he was like a brother.

Instead of going to the club, we went to Jean’s house to hang out with him and Sasha. We had a few drinks and played a few games and even though it’s minimal, having the time to wind down with them was always enjoyable.

They knew all about my time with Celest and Chy’anne but they haven’t really asked any questions about them until now, which was strange. I even told them about today at the pediatrician’s and what I was feeling with that, thinking they’d just brush me off to talk about something else but…

“So she asked if you were the dad because you and the baby look alike?” Jean basically repeated what I told him.

“Yeah and I told her that I was Chy’anne’s friend—“

“Y’know she wouldn’t just ask something like that for no reason, right?” He had a point but I assumed he was bullshitting.

I narrowed my eyes at him “What you tryna say?”

“You got a picture of the baby?”

“Whoa—“

“Shut up,” He snapped at Sasha while reaching out for my phone. “I’m tryna see something..” I brought up a family picture from Chy’anne’s page and handed the phone over.

Once he was looking at the picture, Sasha and Ony leaned over his shoulder to look. Ony kept looking between me and the phone while Sasha covered her mouth with her eyes widened. Their dramatic reactions were making me nervous.

“What?”

“I don’t know if you’re just being dumb on purpose or what but…”

“That baby yours, G.”

“Gimme that shit..” I snatched the phone from Jean’s hands and my heart felt like it was gonna pump out my chest. I glanced at the picture before turning the phone off. “Stop playin with me. That baby look so much like Chy’anne, you can’t even really tell who—“

“Keep telling yourself that~” I don’t know why I felt so worked up if I knew Celest wasn’t mine, right? How could she be?

“A blind person can see that’s your daughter, Connie.”

“Nah, fuck that. Chy’anne wouldn’t do that to me. I know her.”

“Do you?” My eyes met Ony’s. “A person can change a lot in two years.” Again, a point was made but it wasn’t nearly enough to convince me. To me, the idea of her daughter being mine was a crazy idea because I knew the type of person she was and I knew she wouldn’t keep such a thing from me for so long.

“And why do you think she’d do that?” Jean added.

“I don’t know, maybe she was going through some shit or something.”

Jean rolled his eyes. “Obviously, but maybe she had a reason why she hid the baby from you.”

I had to laugh a lil bit because it was getting ridiculous now. To the point where I might have started feeling paranoid. “I’m telling you, that’s not my baby. Love her to death but she’s not mine to claim. If she was really my child, I’m sure I’d know about it by now.”

Jean sighed like he was frustrated that I wasn’t believing them. I chose not to believe them because I know how I’d feel if that really was the case and I just didn’t wanna face my feelings if that was a possibility.

“What happened two years ago?” I didn’t know why Jean was asking a question he knew the answer to.

“You know what happened—“

“Wait what happened two years ago?” Ony stopped me. “You just told me you and the girl were friends, you didn’t tell me y’all had history and shit.”

“Basically,” I dreaded telling this story again so I just summed it up. “Her and I were real close. Best friends since diapers and she’s always supported me because I played ball but she stopped talking to me right before I was drafted. Haven’t talked for two years since then until now.”

“Damn.”

“You’re missing something, Connie.” Sasha spoke up but I was confused.

“How you gonna tell me what I’m missing in my story?” Jean and Sasha exchanged looks. My mind was searching for what they were trying to remind me until I finally realized it all in a few seconds. It was like everything came rushing back all at one time. I then recognized the event as the night that changed everything. I guess I had completely shut down because someone had to get my attention a few times.

“You remember now?”

I nodded and tried swallowing the dry knot in my throat. “Yeah, we had sex. Right before I was getting ready to go to California. I remember it being an issue because we were friends until.. we did that. And then her sister told me she was sick and stuff but I didn’t pay attention to it at the time.”

“And maybe, just maybe,” Jean raised his hands. “She was sick because she was just finding out she was pregnant.” Now that I remembered everything, what Jean said made sense and I’d only find out the real truth if I asked her up front.

“Okay but, why would she keep a whole baby from me for two years? Why would she do that to me?” Anger, frustration, confusion and everything in between started to rise inside of me but I tried brushing it off. Although I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, the fact that we potentially had a daughter together that I didn’t know about and that I could’ve been there for, made me feel betrayed.

“See, that is what I don’t know. Up to you to figure out.” Sooner or later, that is what I aimed to find the answer to

she WILL tell him in the next part, i PROMISE😭 and everything will unfold for the lil finale, just stay tuned <3

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #connie springer #aot connie #aot x oc #aot x black oc #connie x black oc #basketball au #black oc

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