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#UGHHH THIS IS SO GOOD! need that third part nowww

Perfect Girl

Sawamura Daichi x f reader

Part one

Summary: It’s been a few days since your night with Daichi and even though you exchanged phone numbers and he texted you, you haven’t yet gathered the courage to answer him and even less to see him again. But you can’t stop yourself from wanting more.

Warnings: smut, aged up characters, softdom!Daichi, sub!reader, inexperienced!reader, sub drop (low key?), age gap of 7 years LEGAL OFC, thigh riding, nipple play,

“YOU HAD SEX?!” your best friend screams and dramatically slaps her hand on her mouth. You visibly cringed and looked away. “Don’t say it. Makes it real.” You mumbled.

“I’m fucking saying it. It’s fucking real, Y/N. You got laid. And looking at the way you’re blushing, it wasn’t bad. I would even dare to say you enjoyed yourself.” She laughed pointing at your neck “And clearly he enjoyed you too.”

You groaned. “Shut up. I’m lost. I don’t know what to feel or to think.”

The look in her face changed to something way more empathetic. She scooted closer to you and wrapped her arms around your fragile figure. “It’s okay, babe. How about you tell me about it first? If you want to.”

“He said all that?! Ohh he’s a talker.” Your best friend was literally kicking her legs in the air and squeaking. You frowned. “What?”

“You know, some guys don’t really talk much during sex. They just do their thing and are pretty much quiet while doing it. Some guys don’t even do anything tho. That’s when you have to take the lead.” She explained.

Your eyes widened. The idea of taking the lead in a situation like that frightening to you.

“But from what you just told me he sounds like he’s got both down just fine.” She calmed you

“Anyway, what next? What did you do? Do you have his number?”

You bit your lip and told her about the night three days ago.

After Daichi made you trink what felt like a gallon of water, you obviously had to go to the toilet. Finally peeing after he annoyed you about that all night.

Not once did he leave your side, checking up on you and asking wether you were fine or not several times.

It made you feel all giddy and made your stomach twist in a very comfortable way. But you still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling inside you.

You just lost your virginity. Your virtue. To a random man you met at a club.

Sure he made it very clear that he was interested in you beyond just sex and assured you plenty of times that you didn’t have to sleep with him. But still.

What if that wasn’t true? Or worse. What if you did go on a few dates with him and all your chemistry got lost after immediately doing it?

How would you explain this to your parents? You probably shouldn’t. Would he ever meet your parents?

“You’ve been sitting on the toilet staring at me for more than 10 minutes now, sweetheart. I can see the wheels turning in your pretty head. What’s going on?”

You got torn away from your thoughts by his voice and only then realized you were actually staring at him standing across from you, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh. Nothing. I’m sorry for making you wait.” You quickly wiped yourself and flushed the toilet.

You stood up and now the two of you were just a few inches apart, both still naked and staring at each other.

Daichi’s brow raised. “No need to apologize. You are definitely thinking about something, don’t lie to me. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay.”

Once again his natural dominant behavior and especially his communication skills left you blushing and looking away.

But he didn’t have it. Instead he took your face in his hands and made you look at him again. You quickly realized tonight that he was a fan of eye contact and verbal answers.

“Come on. Let’s take a shower first.” He gently took your hands in his, kissing your forehead and leading the way into the shower.

The hot water soon hit both your hair and skin as well as Daichis and made you relax. Without realizing you had held a breath that you now finally let out.

For a good while neither of you said anything, just standing next to each other, enjoying the hot water.

But for some reason the silence made you doubt yourself. Did he not like your performance? Would he send you home after your shower and never talk to you again? Maybe he was like this with all girls and just did what he thought he had to?

You were clearly not the only girl he had slept with recently and it made you… jealous? Insecure? Maybe both.

He probably had a lot of comparisons he was thinking of right now. You for sure weren’t the best he ever had.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your own loud sob. Your eyes widened immediately and your hand went to cover your mouth. You didn’t even realize you were crying.

Daichi didn’t say anything and instead put his hand on the back of your wet hair and pushed your head into his chest, hugging you to him.

His second hand landed on your back, gently brushing it with his fingertips.

-

Later the two of you were lying in bed, your head on his naked chest and his hand in your hair, both trying to get some sleep.

You hadn’t talked since your little breakdown in the shower and even though you knew Daichi was probably doing it out of respect for you and not because he was angry, you still felt bad.

“I’m sorry about crying in the shower. That must’ve been so offensive to you.” you mumbled, tracing shapes with your finger on his stomach.

“Don’t. Don’t do that. I know all of this is new to you, that alone is a valid reason to feel overwhelmed. And then all that stuff with your family has to be rough. I get it, don’t worry. And you’re definitely not the first girl to cry after having slept with me, I can be a lot in bed.”

You looked up at him with a confused expression “What do you mean? I didn’t feel like it was too much.”

“I said a lot, sweetheart, not too much. Besides you didn’t get the full experience. Or did you think a power dynamic like this was the average experience, hm?” He winked at you, chuckling when your face visibly heated up.

“I- I don’t know what’s average, but I was wondering what all those hints were about…” you mumbled.

“You’ll see soon enough. If that’s what you want of course? Maybe you’d prefer someone softer who’d let you lead if you want?” His face tilted a little to the side with a questioning look.

“I don’t think so? I liked it that way. I mean I don’t know anything different, so it’s just- I am-“ you sighed “confused. I feel exhausted and anxious about what’s to come.”

“That’s okay. Don’t feel pressured. I am sorry to have asked you this when I knew you were struggling. Let’s just sleep, okay? The world will look much different tomorrow.”

You simply nodded but didn’t move, still holding your body up on his chest and looking at him. “Daichi?”

He didn’t reply and instead just raised his eyebrows. Your stomach twisted in a funny way but you still didn’t look away from him.

“Kiss me, please.”

Daichi grinned, wrapping his arms around you and turning the two of you over so that you were now lying under him.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Wow. That’s like… such a green flag?? What a man. What happened next? Don’t keep me in the dark here!” Your best friend demandingly snapped her fingers in front of your face.

You cleared your throat. “I left. I-“ you closed your eyes and sighed “I snuck out in the morning while he was still sleeping.”

Your best friends jaw practically hit the floor. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know. I- I felt bad, I guess? He was so nice and I am new to all of this. I can’t give him what he gave to me. The communication skills and confidence, I don’t have that.” You rambled, playing with your hands.

“Oh baby.” She pulled you in a tight hug, wrapping her arms around you again. “Look, from what I heard, he is very understanding. So I don’t think you need to worry about that at all. And confidence is something that can be gained. And communication can be learned. It’s not like your parents teached you much when it comes to those things.”

You quickly looked at her, eyes blown wide. “That’s another problem. How do I explain any of this to my parents? They will absolutely abandon me if they hear any of this.”

“Don’t tell them. Y/N, you’re 23, they are not entitled to this information. It’s your life. Your body. Your choice. I know you learned that your opinions and needs don’t matter but that’s so not true! And I think Daichi would be great at teaching you this.”

She silently giggled “Among other things.”

You groaned, letting your head hit her shoulder hard. “I have his number.”

She squeaked. “Even better! I would’ve just asked Sugawara for his number but if you have it already, we can text him now!”

Your face heated up. “He already texted me. I didn’t reply.”

“Rude. Come on, let me see.”

unknown: Hey you, when I woke up this morning you were already gone. Are you okay? Please text me once you see this, I’m a little worried.

saturday, 10:06 a.m

“Girl, you didn’t even safe his number?? And you completely ignored him! Not on my watch. We’re replying now.”

“But-“ “now.” She interrupted you. “How about something along the lines of ‘sorry I had a lot to think about. Would you like to meet up and talk about some things?’ How does that sound?”

“I don’t wanna meet up and talk about some things… he makes me nervous.” This was something you so far hadn’t even admitted to yourself. He made you nervous. What did that mean for you?

“Very cute. But you still have to see him again, babe. If you want this to work that is.”

-

Daichi was just heading out of the police station when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Quickly he looked at him expecting an important call.

What he saw instead surprised him.

Y/N: Hey… I’m so sorry for ignoring you… I had a lot to think about and needed some time, but I’m good now. Would you like to meet up?

thursday, 2:34 p.m

He didn’t expect to hear from you so soon or at all to be honest. But that wasn’t to say he wasn’t glad you answered him. One might even say he was relieved.

Ever since he woke up and you weren’t there anymore he had an anxious feeling in his chest because even though he wasn’t surprised when he couldn’t find you, he still wanted to see you again.

The last time Daichi was in a serious relationship, was a very long time ago and although he was content with being single and having unattached flings, he felt at the age of 30 it was time to settle down.

Of course he would’ve never imagined to meet a random girl at a club who was not only seven years younger than him but also extremely inexperienced. But he couldn’t help it.

You were constantly on his mind and he wanted to show you every thing you were missing out on so badly. Not only sexually but in general.

Due to his dominant character, Daichi was used to being the caregiver and in charge in his previous relationships but with you it was different.

He wanted to protect you, provide for you and make you forget every bad thing that had ever happened to you. He wanted to take you away from your unsafe and toxic environment and show you love. Real unconditional love.

Which was kinda crazy and new to him, considering he only knew you for six days.

Naturally Daichi immediately answered your text once he got in his car.

Daichi: Don’t worry about it. I just got off of work, do you have time right now?

thursday 2:46 p.m

To his surprise you quickly texted him that you could be ready in an hour and you agreed to meeting at your favourite café.

Daichi smiled. You would meet again in an hour and he wasn’t just nervous but also excited to see your nervous composure which you would for sure have. You were cute like that.

-

You brushed down your dress on last time, looking down at your body. You were wearing probably one of the most revealing outfits you had ever worn.

Just two weeks ago you would‘ve gasped at the black dress at it’s low cut neckline, that heavily exposed your cleavage, or the fact that it ended in the middle of your thighs, exposing your legs.

“You had sex with this man, y/n. Wear the damn dress.” Your best friend had said. She also made you shave.

Which was only a little embarrassing to be honest.

“I’m not gonna do it.” you had complained. “If he sees it, I’d seem desperate.” She had only laughed at that. “If he sees it, you had every reason to do it, honey”

She was right with this of course but it still felt weird. If your parents or anyone from church could see you like this, you’d be in big trouble.

“You gonna go inside or just stare at the door?” A hand got placed on your lower back and you immediately jumped.

Your body tensed and all the hair on your body was suddenly standing up.

Just when you wanted to turn around the hand removed itself, brushing your hair off your shoulder. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s just me.”

“Daichi!” You shouted, almost too excited. You went to give him a hug, but stopped yourself. How do people greet each other that are romantically involved?!

Daichi raised his eyebrows at your action and chuckled, hugging you to his chest. “How are you feeling?”

This chest vibrated against yours while speaking, making your body tingle from how deep his voice was.

Slowly you broke up the hug by pushing at his chest. Your hands remained on his chest and you thought of how you were touching him there just a few nights ago when the two of you were naked and how much he seemed to enjoy it.

Your eyes widened in shock. What an inappropriate thought. Embarrassed you took a step back, staring at him with blown eyes.

Once you noticed the amused look on his face you quickly looked back down at your feet again. It was almost as if he knew what you thought.

“How are you feeling, y/n?” He asked again, eyebrows raised again, staring at you a little too intense.

“Good, I think. You?” You tilted your head slightly to the side looking at him through blown eyes. Daichi doubted you even noticed the innocent look on your face.

“You think?” He frowned, slowly starting to push you in the direction of the door of the café.

You almost stumbled at the gesture, luckily catching your step in time. “Yes, been a little… in my head?”

“I see. There’s a lot to talk about, hm?”

You simply nodded at that, walking through the door Daichi held open for you. “Thanks.” You muttered.

Daichi bit his lip at that. He just loved how polite you were. So well behaved.

“Where would you like to sit?” You turned around and asked him. Again Daichi bit his lip, this time you noticed of course, staring at them.

Quickly you cleared your throat, shaking your head a little. “Ehm, I like window seats but we can sit wherever you like!”

“A window seat sounds perfect to me. Choose your favourite one, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to protest, you asked him to choose, but you figured Daichi wouldn’t give in anyway so you just opted for your regular seat by the window.

Once you had taken you seat, Daichi pulling back your chair and having you sit first, of course, a waitress came quickly to take your orders.

You chose your favourite caramel latte and a brownie while Daichi unsurprisingly sticked to a simple black coffee and nothing else.

“So… how was work?“ You awkwardly asked, avoiding eye contact. Daichi chuckled and shook his head a little.

“Unadventurous, I got some paperwork done for the most part. What is it you do, exactly? You never told me. I remember you dodging the question several times last Friday.“

Of course you dodged a question like that after all he had said about the religious beliefs of your family. You swallowed thickly and just when you were about to spin some lie for him, the waitress came with your order.

Immediately your shoulder relaxed which Daichi realised, furrowing his brows. Still he politely thanked the woman, his eyes never leaving your shy frame though.

When she was gone and he still looked at you, not saying or doing anything, you felt yourself starting to squirm.

And then the inevitable happened. You began rambling.

“Did you know that in some parts of the world it‘s not allowed to call oat milk, oat milk? Because milk is defined by being drawn from a living animal and therefore-“

Suddenly Daichi grabbed your aggressively gesturing hands, shutting you up right away. “What are you talking about?“ He laughed.

“Sorry“ You muttered embarrassed by your own behaviour.

“Were you trying to make me forget my question?“ He still had a smug smirk plastered over his face.

“No! Yes…“ his smile grew at your nervous breakout, muttering a quiet cute to himself.

“But it wasn‘t on purpose! Sometimes when I feel overwhelmed or just don‘t know what to do I start talking about the most random stuff because I can‘t deal with uncomfortable silence and silence is always uncomfortable.“

“You think so? What about when you were at my place, hm? There was a lot of silence between us, did you feel uncomfortable then?“ His head tilted slightly to the side, mustering you.

You sighed defeatedly. “No, of course not, but that was different.“

“How so?“

You sighed again. No way out of this conversation. At least you made him actually forget about his earlier question. “Because I wasn‘t uncomfortable, I guess? I don‘t know.“

“Sounds very reasonable, sweetheart. I feel proud you are comfortable with me. But you still managed to successfully dodge my question, hm. There‘s no job to be embarrassed about or will you be in trouble when you tell me, because I‘m a policeman?“ He tried to lighten the mood.

You managed to laugh a little, but still looked worried. Daichi feared he hit a nerve and just when he wanted to reassure you that you did in fact not have to tell him anything you don‘t want to, you spilled.

“There‘s no job to be embarrassed about because“ you mindlessly picked apart your brownie like a little kid would “because there is no job at all.“

Daichi only smiled a pitiful smile at that, his thumbs caressing your wrists. “That‘s it?“ He chuckled.

“Baby, you made me think you did something highly illegal or inappropriate. Why are you so embarrassed?“

You frowned, almost angry retreating your hands from his grip. “I‘m not just embarrassed, I am ashamed. I‘m in my twenties and have never worked a single day in my life, Daichi! What does that make me?“

“In your case a young, confused woman. If it‘s so horrible for you, why don‘t you change it?“

You swallowed thickly, now this topic again. You bit your lip, looking away from him and that‘s when he understood.

“Your family doesn‘t allow you to have a job, do they?“ He asked and you slightly shook your head at that. “Poor girl. You really have some issues to resolve, hm?“

You silently took a bite, the fork straying in your mouth for a little so you could subconsciously chew on it.

Daichi watched you for a few seconds before pulling it out of your mouth. You came back to reality and looked back at him with shocked eyes.

Your hand quickly covered your face. “Oh God, sorry! I‘m acting as if my life is terrible or something. Most people would probably be happy to be financed by their family and do whatever they want without working for it.“

“Don‘t apologise, I get it. You want to decide things for yourself and not depend on your parents for everything in your life. You don‘t want to be treated like a child.“ He concluded.

You paused for a second, looking at him through blown eyes. “Yes. Yes! That‘s exactly it. They are trying to make me depend on them, need them until I have a husband I can depend on and stay home and take of our children. I don‘t want that for myself.“

“And that’s fine, sweetheart. You‘re a grown woman, you can do whatever you want. I know that sounds impossible, but it‘s not. I can help you.“ He assured you, taking a sip from his coffee.

You smiled your first real smile for the day. “I think I would like that.“ Your smile dropped “But it‘s not gonna be easy for me… I tend to run away from my problems and ignore them.“

Daichi blew air through his nose, laughing. “I could tell.“

You blushed behind your mug. “‘M sorry.“ You mumbled.

“It‘s okay, I thought this might happen before things even got heated.“ He looked at you, winking. “Don‘t do it again though and don‘t ever ghost me afterwards. I was worried about you.“

“I‘m sorry. I was just so overwhelmed and I didn‘t want to make you feel like it was your fault that I felt this way and I figured it would be best if I handled things on my own.“

“You shouldn’t feel like you have to deal with things on your own. I want to know things, y/n. Talk to me, only then I can understand and help you. The things we did that night can be overwhelming just on their own, especially if done for the first time and with all your stuff on top, I wan‘t to be there for you.“

You put both your hands on your hot, reddened cheeks and simply nodded at his statement.

Daichi raised his brows, urging you to answer. Which you did with a mumbled ‘okay‘. For now he just accepted that.

-

Later when the two of you had finished your drinks and food, it was already getting dark and the shop was about to close.

“Let‘s get out of here, okay?“ Daichi suggested and you nodded.

He stood up before you could, taking your jacket and pulling his hand out for you to take. Of course he paid, too.

You smiled and shook your head a little. Waiting for his change at the register, he heard your laugh, looking back at you with a smirk and raised eyebrows, looking gorgeous in his leather jacket.

You bit your lip, looking back at your phone, where you were texting your best friend about what a gentleman he was being right now.

When he came back, Daichi put his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the café.

“Are you here by bus or is your car parked here somewhere.“ Daichi asked in the parking lot.

You scrunched your nose. It was getting quite cold. “Bus. I don‘t have a driver‘s license.“ You admitted.

Wordlessly Daichi took off his jacket, putting it over yours and said:“Let me guess, your parents said you don‘t need one.“

You nodded and he shook his head. “I‘ll drive you then.“

-

The drive was rather quiet, only the occasional directions given by you interrupted the comfortable silence between the two of you.

For once, you didn’t feel the need to ramble. For once, you enjoyed the silence.

The only thing that got your heart racing, and embarrassingly enough your thighs squeezing, was his hand resting on the inside of your knee every time he had to look back or the car came to a halt.

Of course Daichi noticed you squirming but spared you the embarrassment of saying anything. He couldn’t help but smile to himself tho. Cute.

Once you arrived at your apartment, his hand once again landed on your leg, this time a little higher, squeezing your thigh.

“Meet me again this week, hm? I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He chuckled and started rubbing your leg on the inside with his thumb.

Again you squeezed your legs at that, immediately clearing your throat to distract him from your uncontrolled actions.

“Okay…” you murmured, avoiding eye contact with him.

Daichi chuckled again, slowly removing his hand from your thigh. Without a second thought you grabbed it, looking at him wide eyed.

He just raised his eyebrows at that, smirking a little. But when he didn’t say or do anything except for staring back at you, you all of a sudden felt incredibly nervous, letting go of his hand again.

“Sorry! I don’t know why I did that.”

Without a word, Daichi just smiled and just pulled his seat back, spreading his legs a little.

“Come, sit.” He said, patting his thigh.

Your eyes went even wider. “No, no. The space is-“

“Plenty enough. Sit now.” He said again, this time a little firmer, making it almost sound like an order.

Once you unbuckled your seatbelt, finally did he budge by lending you a hand.

You looked at him, feeling a little helpless but still awkwardly took it and started climbing over the middle console. Daichi watched you with an amused expression.

You clumsily landed on his lap, but only on one of his legs, your core pressing against his thigh. You looked at him with hot cheeks and put your hands on his shoulders to push yourself up again.

When you tried to move and sit on both his legs though, he stopped you with his hands on your waist. “Don’t. Like this is fine.”

Your eyes went even wider, if possible, your hands squeezing his shoulders, still trying to push your weight up. When he carefully, but with force, pulled you down, you could only yelp surprised by his sudden action.

“Are you sure? I know I can be quite hea-“

He interrupted you by putting his hand on your mouth and as if on instinct you grabbed his wrist, with both of your hands.

Diachi took in the sight in front of him with dark eyes, his pants growing incredibly tight. Your eyes were innocently blown, cheeks flushed, thighs squeezed together around his own and hands holding onto him. He had to resist the urge to lower his hand a little and wrap it around your tiny neck.

He groaned at his own, intruding, yet appealing thought. But when he saw the unsure look on your face, he was painfully reminded why he couldn't indulge in such actions with you, at least not yet.

So instead of doing what he so painfully wanted to, Daichi let his hand go through your hair, putting some loose strands behind your ear and giving you an understanding expression,

"Don't finish that sentence, sweetheart, or it will wound my pride." He laughed at your confused look with the little head tilt, you probably never noticed.

But instead of explaining what he meant, he very slowly, very carefully pulled you against him.

Your chest hit his, your arms curled around his neck, having your fingertips play with the hair at the back of his head.

You subconsciously sucked your lower lip between your teeth, biting it.

He car was deadly silent, so was the parking lot and for the moment you forgot that any one of your neighbours could come by and see you like this.

Not that they would care.

Still biting at your lip, you admired the face of the man below you. Sharp jaw, deep brown eyes, a little stubble on his chin, fluffy, short hair.

Your thoughts were disrupted by Daichi’s finger pulling your lip out of your mouth with his thumb, caressing it in the process.

You gasped at that, leaving your mouth open a little, perfect for his thumb to find its way inside.

At first only a little, testing the waters, but when you didn’t resist, Daichi chuckled, this time differently, it was dark and fucking sexy.

It made you whimper and when he pushed his thumb all the way in, you couldn’t help but let out a full on moan.

You can feel your entire face, ears and neck heat up from embarrassment, but you didn’t care anymore, when Daichi, with a hoarse, deep voice orders you to suck.

Without a second thought, you do as you’re told and you wonder if he has you wrapped around his fingers right now, if you would do everything he told you. Probably.

“Good girl. You’re so perfect for me, aren’t you?”

You look at him through hazy eyes when his thumb leaves you with a quiet plop of your mouth.

You can see him swallow thickly, hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing your breasts and hips in the process.

“You tell me if any of it gets too much, okay?” He asks, kneading your ass.

You’re overwhelmed, fisting his shirt but he still has your cunt gushing and clenching.

“Yes. Kiss me, Daichi, please.” You whined, pushing back against his hands.

Your clit rubbed on his rough jeans perfectly from your movement, making you whimper. “Oh~”

“Feels good, hm? Keep moving if you like it, princess.” Daichi kissed your throat as he let his hands wander under the skirt of your dress.

His fingertips felt a thin layer of lace, making him frown. He looked up again your red face.

“Where are your granny panties? I liked those, you know.”

You blew air in your cheeks, letting out an embarrassed squeal. “I just thought maybe you’d like these better?”

He couldn’t help but smile boyishly at your confession. “So you hoped we might have sex today?”

Your eyes grew wide at his bold statement. “No! I- just in case. My friend- oh god this is terrible.”

Your head fell forward, hitting his chest. You could feel it vibrating when Daichi laughed. “I’m just teasing, sweetheart. Wear whatever you feel like wearing.”

You laughed a little at him and for a few seconds you didn’t look up, gathering your courage. “So about that kiss-“

Before you could even finish your sentence, Daichis lips were already on yours, his tongue licking your lower lip, gently nibbling at it.

You sighed, your body relaxing against him, one of your hands burying itself deep in his hair, the other brushing his face while desperately letting him in your mouth.

Daichi’s hands grab your hips and with a little force, he gets you to move again. Your wet cunt rubbing on his leg.

Your breath stuttered at the friction, your eyes squeezing shut.

But you couldn’t stop moving, slowly rutting against Daichi’s leg.

After he realised, you’d move on your own, Daichi slowly started to pull down the straps of your dress, exposing your bra.

It was lacy as well without any cup, exposing your hard nipples. It probably matched your panties and Daichi would love to see it, but the sight of you humping his thigh was much more inviting.

You were pretty much in your own world, barely realizing him removing your bra until he twisted one of your nipples, making you jump and gasp.

Your hips fastened, hands desperately shaking, fisting Daichi‘s shirt and hair.

He was still playing with one of your breasts, while his other hand was slowly moving up your back.

“You okay, princess?” He whispered in your ear, his hand tangling in your hair, slightly pulling your head back to expose your neck.

You moaned at that, quickly nodding your head.

Of course he wouldn’t have that, his hand leaving your chest and touching your neck and chin again. “I asked if you were okay. Answer me properly, sweetheart.”

Your eyes went wide, lips parting slightly to let out a quiet whimper. “I’m okay. Daichi, please. I can’t~ hah.”

Your hips were still moving, slower than before. Daichi raised his brows at you, hands now cradling your face.

“Fuck~” he cursed under his breath. You were literally perfect, with your blown eyes, messy hair framing your face, lips swollen and face read.

“What is it, sweetheart? Tell me, come on.” He leaned in really close, his lips brushing yours. “I know you can do it.”

Your face went even redder, heat spreading all the way to your ears and neck. “I can’t~” your breath hitched “I can’t- cum like this.”

You let out an embarrassed whine, trying to hide your face. He didn’t let you though, still gripping your face.

“Hmm. Thank you for telling me, princess. Such a good girl.” He said against your lips, lightly biting your lower lip and pulling it.

Once again you whined, your hands gripping his biceps. Your hips stopped, thighs pressing together around his leg.

“Come on, princess.” Daichi chuckled, tapping your thigh. “Spread your legs for me.”

You bit your lip, slowly swinging your leg over his, now fully sitting in his lap.

Daichi started getting more comfortable in his seat, pulling it all the way back, sliding down a little and man spreading as far as this position allowed.

You looked at him with hot cheeks, legs now equally spread. Everything he did was just so attractive to you.

So of course you couldn’t keep in your high pitched moan when he pulled your lower half towards him and pushed your back against the steering wheel.

Your dress slid up all the way to your stomach like this, leaving only your lacy, wet panties to cover you up.

Daichi looked at you, taking the way you gave yourself to him so willingly in, smirk plastered on his face.

Suddenly his eyes darkened, expression changing to something that almost looked like possessiveness.

“Fuck I love your body, princess. Especially your titts, don’t get me wrong. But they’re for my eyes only, do you understand?”

You just looked at him with a frown, head slightly tilted to the side, not fully understanding what he was trying to say.

Daichi chuckled again, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe you didn’t understand him. He looked you straight in the eyes, intensely mustering you.

Without another word he slowly pulled the straps of your dress up again, his fingertips brushing your arms in the process, making you shiver.

When he was done, his hands gripped your shoulders, massaging them just the tiniest bit before moving down to your hips.

His eyes were still on you when he quietly said “I’m going to touch you now, okay?”

You squirmed at the thought of that, nodding and letting out a breath of what sounded like an “okay”

One of Daichi’s hands went even further down, pulling your panties to the side and sliding his middle finger from your hole up to your clit.

You hissed at that, trying to close your legs. Which of course Daichi didn’t have, his free hand was now gripping your leg, forcing it open a little more.

to be continued…

If you ever wondered what the man of my dreams is like. This is it. I made myself blush with this skandnwnskwnqne

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!

I am also kinda embarrassed how long it took me to write this… part 3 will hopefully not take as long… no promises, though it is already in progress

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Chapter two is up sorry for taking so long 😭😭

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chapter two ( Spoiled )

6k words.

When the children are spoiled, you can never satisfy them, they are a great empty hole, devouring everything. They search for something to satisfy them, but nothing ever does. Like a stomach stretched out, it takes more and more to fill them.

Kimora Tasha Lee , A child born with the shiniest spoon. diamond earrings . Never has she ever needed anything from a man because her father was rich. Picture perfect, like beyonce and her sisters.

Luther Lee—Her father, Married a beautiful supermodel. She wasn't Naomi campbell but Lisa was close enough. Long legs, dark skin and a smile that put light in the evil man's heart. Luther hoped to the masses that 'Kim wouldn't look like her mother. Have his face and his tendency.

As she grew older he knew there was no more hope, she was a beautiful young lady. More beautiful then he could ever imagine, The mini version of his wife.

A spoiled Brat.

"And he expects me to...to work today Yonnie, I don't know shit about front desk."

"Between your father and Terrance, i don't know who's worse." The pretty young woman she trusted with her life and looks sat on her silk sheets with a magazine between her fingers , She watched Kim brush her hair in her vanity. With a irritable expression.

"At least my Dad gives a shit about me" She fussed while slamming the pink comb down a bit harder than usual. Yonnie tilted the magazine down to her legs and cocked a brow of amusement.

" Terrance gives a shit..to an extent" She playfully responded before continuing "..If he needs to make you look good he will, to flash you off of course but when it comes to your feelings..welll" She dragged off well in a unsure tone causing Kimora to turn and glare at her.

Yonnie leaned back on the pink pillows and shrugged, the magazine coming back to cover her face.

Kimora made a face, a face only visible when she hated when people were right. Her narrowed eyes betrayed her discomfort, while her lips curled in an unmistakable display of defiance. The revelation of a flaw in her relationship provoked an unfamiliar disquiet within her; accustomed to a life devoid of imperfections, she found herself grappling with this newfound vulnerability. From a tender age, her mother instilled in her an unwavering belief in her own beauty, Showing her that she was beautiful and that she had no imperfections, an ethos Kimora internalized and wielded as her shield. But as a young woman you go through puberty and you change; you get pimples, your body starts to change. She always thought of it as a blessing.  Kim was no longer a little girl, she was a woman, A woman with eyes on her now. Eyes that weren't just scouting her for her girl next door look.

She changed and became a vixen in her own video, She knew she had it and even the town knew it. Her short skirts and v neck cropped tops and push up bras were a signature Kimora thing. Kimora Lee was perfect, her Life was perfect.

Until she started letting people in.

Long beach was a melting pot for young adults; partying, Drugs, Drinking and music was everywhere. When you're popular like Kimora you had hundreds of friends on Myspace, a legion of spectators eagerly entrenched in her affairs. People invited her places because they knew it would attract crowds, it's all a testament to her magnetic allure.

So many pros. The cons are simple, Kimora had just as many haters as she did followers. Everyone wanted to find something wrong with her, She hated the fact that her urban fairytale of a relationship was slipping through her fingers. She found herself pondering the whispers exchanged behind hands veiling mouths, a gesture laden with nasty intent. She didn't want to care but she didn't like when people lied, especially about her .

Kimora rose from the vanity with a hint of reluctance, her movements marked by a subtle shuffle. Glancing at the diminutive timepiece adorning her wrist, she cursed her luck at her father's choice of timing. While she acknowledged her indebtedness to him, she hadn't anticipated that settling her dues would entail toiling away at a mundane desk job.

" He got mad at me last night because i said we couldn't hang, after i told him weeks ago about our movie night" Kim lamented, her voice tinged with resignation. As she swung open the closet door, the full-length mirror affixed to it cast her reflection in sharp relief. Standing erect, she meticulously adjusted the snug fit of her mini jean skirt, her demeanor poised despite the turmoil within.

"I'm surprised he didn't pull up like a Fucking lunatic like last time"Yonnie remarked with a hint of disdain, her tone underscored by a subtle scoff.

Kimora's laughter danced through the air as she struck a series of playful modeling poses.  "He wanted to but i told him your father was home cleaning his shot gun" she quipped with a laugh, drawing Yonnie into her amusement.

Yonnie Aubrey's father, a stern white man who brooked no unauthorized visitors, saved Kimora from a lot of Terrance's pop up visits. The mere thought of facing Terrance in his wrathful state sent shivers down Kim's spine. She didn't like when he screamed at her and called her all types of bitches and hoes—they lingered in her mind like a haunting specter, sowing seeds of doubt and self-worth. Was she nothing more than a hoe to him, discarded at his whim? At times, the weight of uncertainty bore down upon her, threatening to eclipse her sense of self.

" So embarrassing, when he did that shit on the porch, Like where's the class? this is bridgewell" Yonnie scuffed talking about there fancy neighborhood and how her father still holds on to his country tendencies.

" Let the man live, he's trying to protect his family ," Kimora said, slipping into a pair of designer heels. "..Even if he does it in the most embarrassing way possible."

"True," Yonnie conceded, tossing another page of the magazine aside. "..But maybe if Terrance respected your boundaries, my dad wouldn't feel the need to go all Clint Eastwood on him."

Kimora rolled her eyes, adjusting the strap of her shoes. "Yeah, well, Terrance is Terrance. Can't expect him to change overnight."

"Yea, Kim, But sometimes, a little change wouldn't hurt." Yonnie pressed, her tone gentle yet insistent.

Kimora didn't respond immediately. Instead, she gave Yonnie that look—before rising from her seat and doing one more quick overlook in the mirror. With practiced precision, she reached over to her pink vanity and retrieved a sleek black mascara.

"I'm tired of his shit just like you are Yonnie" Kimora declared, her voice muffled as she leaned in closer to the mirror to apply the mascara. The words carried a weight of frustration and exhaustion, hinting at the emotional toll that Terrance's behavior had taken on her lately.

Yonnie delicately ran her fingers over the glossy pages of the discarded magazine, tracing the vibrant images with a thoughtful expression. " It's not like you're asking for the moon, Kim. " she mused, her voice carrying a hint of wisdom beyond her years.

Kimora's laughter danced through the air, a melodic blend of amusement and resignation that echoed in the spacious room. "Tell that to his ass. He thinks the whole universe revolves around him," she quipped, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of exasperation and fondness for her tumultuous relationship.

With a knowing smirk, Yonnie nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Well, someone needs to remind him that the universe doesn't revolve around him and his stupid ego."

As the warmth of their shared laughter enveloped them, Yonnie couldn't resist teasing, "Maybe it's time to move on from basketball players... I heard Nelly is single."

"What happened to regular guys? Doctors or lawyers?" Kimora chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "...seriously, I'm not sure if I'm ready to jump into another complicated relationship. "

Yonnie shrugged, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Who said anything about a relationship? Maybe Nelly just needs a leading lady for his next music video. Terrance going on with he wants to do it's time you start doing the same. Miss Booty club"

" Oh please.." Kimora's laughter rang out, a melodic sound that filled the room with warmth. "Well, if that's the case, maybe I'll consider it. As long as the budget isn't too low this time."

Their banter was interrupted by the soft chime of Kimora's phone, signaling an incoming message. With a curious glance, she unlocked her phone and read the text, her expression shifting to one of annoyance.

"What's wrong?" Yonnie asked, noticing the change in Kimora's demeanor.

Kimora sighed, her frustration evident in her voice. "It's Terrance. He's asking why I haven't responded to his messages yet."

Yonnie rolled her eyes, a sympathetic expression on her face. "typical, He fucked up all of sudden he's not to busy to text and call"

Kimora nodded, her jaw clenched in frustration. "I swear, sometimes he's more trouble than he's worth." she sighted before continuing "..I've been trying to reach him since his game in LA, I called his mom and she said she hasn't heard from him..then the pictures came out las night. Shit is tiring" she said while shutting her phone off. Yonnie's eyes softened while placing the magazine down and getting up from the bed.

Yesterday, at approximately five o'clock in the evening, Kimora found herself, as usual, perusing the corridors of the mall in the company of Yonnie and there third link in the friendship Giselle. Covered with numerous shopping bags adorning their arms, Kimora strutted adorned with an infectious smile, while her companions mirrored her expression in solidarity. The day had promised an array of indulgences: from a meticulous nail appointment to meticulous hair touch-ups, all culminating in a satisfying shopping spree—a quintessential day for Kimora. However, Amidst idle chatter at a slushy stand, Yonnie's discerning gaze fell upon the cover of a magazine, her eyes narrowing as she recognized the college basketball player . With a sense of urgency, she beckoned Kimora's attention, and the trio's collective gaze fixated upon the unsettling sight of the man to whom Kimora had professed her affections countless times, entwined in an intimate embrace with a cheerleader.

Despite his assurances of trust and fidelity, his actions shattered Kimora's illusions, leaving her awash in a sea of betrayal and tears. The anguish was palpable, driving her to seek solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol at Teki Town the bar that Yonnie Aunt owns. A desperate escape from the tumult of emotions, much to the concern of her father, who fretted over her prolonged absence. In her distress, she reached out to her mother, only to be met with a voicemail, a poignant reminder of a perpetually occupied maternal figure. She was always too busy.

It wasn't fair, Kimora's Life is suppose to be perfect.

Yonnie placed a comforting hand on Kimora's shoulder. "You deserve better, Kim. It's the summer. The summer bash is coming up..just forget about it until it's time to really face him"

Kim scowled before shielding her face and collapsing onto her bed with an exasperated sigh.

"It's easy for you to say that when you don't have to slave away just to make this bash happen," she muttered, her thoughts clouded by the daunting prospect of undertaking a regular job.

Kimora could rationalize her father's expectations of her completing mundane chores like ironing his suits or grocery shopping for the household, the enormity of his demand for her to earn the privilege of hosting her summer extravaganza at the prestigious beach house seemed disproportionate. Aware of her father's intentions, she realized that he intended to instill a sense of responsibility by having her engage in meaningful labor, opting to have her assist at his car wash's front desk for a day.

"It's worth it...looking at hot, sweaty guys all day.." Yonnie smirked, her eyes wandering into the distance. Kimora's curiosity piqued, she turned slowly towards her friend. "...with big arms," Yonnie continued, leaving the rest unsaid.

"You're a freak, Yonnie. Stop that," Kimora said with a hint of sass, a chuckle escaping her lips. With a playful swat in her friend's direction, she rose from her bed, snatching her Juicy Couture purse before striding purposefully towards the door.

Yonnie chuckled before grabbing her bag and teasingly replied, "Says the girl who uses her bullet more than her man."

Kim halted in her tracks, pivoting swiftly to face Yonnie, who was now in fits of laughter. With a playful swat to her friend's arm, she chided "I'm gonna kill you! What else am I supposed to do, Yonn?!" Kimora asked, her smile tinged with embarrassment. Yonnie continued to laugh as she moved past her friend, exiting Kimora's room and into the grand hallway.

"Simple, get something new. A man that cares if you finish " Yonnie quipped in response. Kim listened, feeling a pang of shame as she realized a part of her was considering the suggestion.

" I know, it hasn't felt the same since he started playing big time. I miss when it felt like love-"

" Girl forget the love part you need to be fucked" Yonnie pressed. Kim playfully hit her again, laughing aloud.

Yonnie might be spontaneous with her words, but she often hit the mark. Kim acknowledged that she found herself entertaining Yonnie's rational ideas sometimes, despite her initial resistance. Yet, she couldn't shake the fact that Terrance had a way of nudging her towards it practicality with his ways as well.

" I'm not ready for something so casual. At least i don't think i am..." Kim Fussed, Yonnie rolled her eyes before they reaching the bottom of steps and stopping. "..All the guys around here are too caught up in this whole wannabe gangster stuff. I've had enough of it with Terrance," Kimora continued as she entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, her brown eyes scanning the shelves as she wondered when the maid had last gone shopping.

"If you want a loser with good dick, go to Tony's skate park," Yonnie suggested with a mischievous grin.

"I never said I wanted a loser. I never said i wanted anyone—I don't know why I'm entertaining this. I haven't completely ended things with Terrance, remember?" Kimora responded, grabbing grapes and slamming the fridge door shut.

"What about the guys at your dad's car wash? I know you've checked them out," Yonnie pressed.

" my dad would kill me and the guy. He doesn't even let them look my way," Kimora explained.

"Don't let your father get in the way of you getting flipped upside down " Yonnie teased.

"Oh, please, Yonnie," Kimora scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. " you're disgusting "

Mr Lee reminded Pharaoh of Kat Willam's

" I don't give a damn if michael jordan himself come up in here, none of y'all ask for autographs of nobody!" Mr Lee said with all the conviction his thin frame could muster. He was talking to all his employees, Not just jordan who decided it was a good idea to ask a popular local rapper to autograph his cds a couple days ago on the clock.

Mr. Lee's persistent reproaches echoed across the workspace, each syllable a resounding call to attention , He swiveled on his heels, meticulously ensuring that every worker met his gaze. " and I'm making cuts the next motha'fuckin time yall monkeying around in my place of business before we open!" Mr. Lee was unabashedly candid, his words a reflection of his unfiltered thoughts; he harbored no reservations. Despite his diminutive stature, his amusing disposition never failed to elicit quiet chuckles from his workers, who found solace in his approachable demeanor.

There white polos all stood in a circle around the vibrant man. Pharaoh's skin glistening with perspiration under the morning sun of Long beach, he tugged at his collar and dabbed at his forehead, determined to stave off the drops of sweat threatening to fall down his face. Jordan sported his uniform shirt casually slung over his shoulder, revealing a crisp white tank top beneath—a sartorial choice that Pharaoh briefly contemplated on trying.

The intense heat in Long Beach, soaring to a formidable eighty degrees, rendered Pharaoh's ability to think clearly. people walking about there day stayed hydrated, their attire reduced to a minimum as they navigated the sultry ambiance . Meanwhile, Pharaoh's mind drifted off into a place of its own, Wondering where the women were that Mr. Lee hired to attract 'male clientele'

In there white and blue two piece bikinis, their attire exuded an aura of allure. With graceful movements, the girls would waved a sign in the air; their voices harmonizing as they echoed a captivating slogan.

Undoubtedly, Pharaoh harbored the desire to have his car  washy by these enchanting individuals repeatedly. However, he hesitated, wary of exposing his aging vehicle to their discerning eyes.

He hasn't seen them in weeks, before he started working. He would come by to bother Jordan. Pharaoh knew Mr. lee changed things frequently about the wash. Like the Uniforms or the look of the building, but he didn't have to fire the 'wash girls'

"Now, It's five minutes until open, I wanna introduce you all to Pharaoh.." Mr. Lee announced, raising the clipboard in Pharaoh's direction. Pharaoh withdrew his hands from his pockets and offered a nod of acknowledgment as curious glances swept across the room.

"He's a hard worker, I wish i could train him but i have money to count" He continued with slight laughter.

".. So He'll be training with jordan. But like always, everyone helps out the new employee."

" what the hell happened to Cole?" A voice questioned out, Pharaohs eyes glanced over to the guy he recognized. Antonio Press, pot head and pro skate boarder. Pharaoh was a client of his sometimes, only when things get a little bit to anxious, with jordan or when he's a at party.

" He no longer works here. When you are lazy and don't do shit you get fired." Mr lee turned slightly to jordan, " Ain't that right Jo?" He questioned, making a couple people in the circle chuckle lowly including Pharaoh. Jordan straightened his posture and cleared his throat.

" You Mister West son?" Another voice chimed in from Pharaoh's right, prompting his gaze to leisurely shift toward the short man with braids.

"Yeah," he replied, his tone tinged with uncertainty. The stocky man extended his hand for a dap, and Pharaoh hesitantly reciprocated the gesture, unsure of what to expect.

" Qention, Shouldn't you be in the office or something ? your pops is loaded " a smirk playing on his lips. Pharaoh offered an uneasy laugh in response, his discomfort palpable.

"Not an office type of guy, I'm more hands-on, you know," he responded, his tone nonchalant. The man glanced him up and down before redirecting his attention back to Mr. Lee.

Pharaoh furrowed his brows in confusion, grappling with the underlying meaning behind the man's demeanor. Was he an old flame of Maya's, or perhaps an enemy of Eden's? Either way, Pharaoh couldn't comprehend why the man harbored such negative energy towards him.

" There is a block party happening at twelve down the street, A lot of people might stop by to get their car cleaned . we have a couple waiting right now, everyone should be working. If you don't have anything to do-"

"—Find something to do." everyone in the circle echoed, completing Mr. Lee's sentence in perfect synchrony, prompting a wide grin that showcased his gleaming gold tooth. Pharaoh found it amusing; observing how Mr. Lee interacted with his employees, it was akin to a father reprimanding his mischievous sons.

" Like music to my ears, Let's have a successful day fellas" Mr. Lee declared, his words resonating with a sense of optimism. The circle disbanded swiftly thereafter. Pharaoh turned to find Jordan, who greeted him enthusiastically with a dap, radiating joy.

" You gotta do everything i say all day " He teases,

Pharaoh playfully pushed him away before responding, "Yeah, yeah. When was the last time you actually did something here besides sit and chill out?" he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips. Jordan clicked his tongue in response before guiding the now giggling boy toward one of the washing stations.

"You only used to visit me when I was on break," Jordan shrugged before adding, "or to stalk Kim—"

"—I don't stalk her, stop saying that," Pharaoh interrupted, his frown deepening. Jordan laughed as he removed his shirt completely, frustrated by the persistent lack of cooling.

" My bad, I mean, check up on her..to see if she's still with that nigga" Jordan playfully made quotes with his fingers, eliciting a chuckle from Pharaoh, who pushed him back in jest before joining in the laughter.

Jordan teasingly referred to Pharaoh's actions as stalking, but to Pharaoh, it was merely a way of checking up on her. Since their graduation, he wasn't able to casually observe her during first period or linger on the bleachers during lunch, admiring her cheerleading practices with her friends. The absence of those moments left a void, especially the sight of her in her cheer uniform, a symbol of their shared high school memories.

Pharaoh had to strategize more intelligently. She wasn't the type to frequent places like Blockbuster, a skateboard shop, or GameStop. He knew he could find her at the mall; she was always there, especially on super sale Saturdays with her clique. However, Pharaoh understood that he risked getting scolded or publicly humiliated if he were caught following the peoples princess around Westfield Mall.

Pharaoh didn't mind shifting his surveillance to the place where he often spent his time: her father's car wash. He would visit Jordan there frequently. Mr. Lee, recognizing Pharaoh as a well-behaved individual, permitted his visits. When Mr. Lee learned of Pharaoh's interest in working for him, he readily brought him on board, impressed by his demeanor and work ethic.

Pharaoh understood that he couldn't afford to get distracted on the job as he sometimes did when he was just hanging around, sipping on slushes. Whenever she arrived, the entire team would become distracted. Guys would hurriedly fix their uniforms to appear more relaxed, and even customers seemed to want it known that they were driving expensive cars.

Kimora would step out of her pink Porsche with a radiant smile, heading to see her father. Pharaohs eyes instantly would dilate in amazement , He enjoyed the moment when she would lean over the door to retrieve her bag, revealing his favorite color. It was usually pink, sometimes blue, but she always had a vibrant hue thing peeking out from beneath her short skirts

To Pharaoh, this job surpassed any office position.

"Remove the thought of eyeing her crazy, Lee will fire you on the spot if he catches you looking to hard." Jordan cautioned, pulling out the dusty rule book he had been given. Pharaoh's eyes furrowed at the sight of the lengthy book and the seriousness of his best friend's words.

"He hasn't caught you? as much as you've drolled?" Pharaoh questioned with a hint of teasing in his tone. Jordan shook his head and shifted the weighty book to his left hand, reaching for the sunglasses dangling from his baggy shorts.

"These," Jordan began, holding up the sunglasses, "get me through hell and high water." He gestured around them. "You see, everyone has a pair." Pharaoh glanced around briefly, noticing that indeed, everyone sported the same black sunglasses hanging from their shirts or shorts.

"You need them more than me today" Jordan spoke with ease before turning his attention to the book in his hands.

"so she is coming by?" Pharaoh questioned hesitantly.

"yea and she's working a shift at the counter" Jordan remarked nonchalantly, while Pharaoh's heart practically leaped out of his chest with excitement. He couldn't help but sport a broad grin on his face.

"Working? Shes never worked a day in her life"

Jordan chuckled lightly. " Exactly. But apparently, the usual counter girl, Tonya, called out today, so she's supposedly playing the role of a do-gooder daughter . But I suspect there's an ulterior motive, she wants something expensive" he gossiped.

Whoever said men didn't gossip were wrong.

" Something like what? Why hasn't her boyfriend gotten it for her yet?" Pharaoh prodded, intrigued by the potential significance and wondering if he could find it at the mall later.

" I over heard that she's gonna ask him if she can have that summer bash at their beach house , remember i told you i heard about the date but not the venue" Jordan answered.

"You're so nosy and yea i haven't even heard Maya Talk about that shit, I'm still down to go though." Pharaoh shrugged.

" When he's on the phone he practically yells" Jordan chuckled " but Shit me too, so much ass gonna be there man." Jordan joked while throwing his hand up for dap, Pharaoh nodded while accepting it with laughter.

"So much laughter, yet I don't see any sponges wet," the familiar voice from earlier interjected, instantly dampening the jovial atmosphere. Their laughter quickly faded as the man, now identified as Qention, casually approached. Pharaoh observed the bustling car wash scene, with Camaros, Cadillacs, and Hyundais crowding the lot, suds glistening in the sunlight, and his newfound coworkers diligently at work.

"Mind your business, Q. You know he can't do anything until he reads the rule book," Jordan retorted firmly, handing the slightly hefty tome to Pharaoh, who was taken aback by this unexpected task.

"I don't see him reading; I just see y'all chatting,"

Qention remarked with a hint of skepticism.

"How do you know he wasn't explaining the basics of the book?" Pharaoh spoke, annoyance creeping into his tone as he returned the unsatisfied glare being thrown his way.

"Not even a manager, go wash a car," Jordan concluded dismissively.

Before the young man could respond, Mr. Lee appeared, gracing their presence with his.

"I got a great idea, There's a gray BMW pulling in"

he proclaimed, directing their gaze toward its imminent arrival " You two can clean the outside, and Qention you can clean the inside"

" Yes sir" Quention responded quickly while gaining a scuff from Pharaoh and Jordan.

" I wanna see you in my office after you guys are done Pharaoh " Mr. Lee stated, his hand gently resting upon Pharaoh's shoulder before he adjusted his sunglasses and sauntered away with an effortless lean in his step.

Pharaoh's eyes were ensnared by the familiar sight of the sleek gray BMW, its convertible top lowered to invite the sun's caress, while within, the vain personality reveled in his own reflection, a self-satisfied smirk adorning his features. As Pharaoh beheld this spectacle, a tidal surge of irritation crashed through him, every sinew in his body tensing with disdain and frustration at the sight.

" Man that boy havin it..i should've played ball" Q lamented with a sigh as he joined the observation." Fancy car, Big house, fine ass bitch-"

Pharaoh's gaze sharply intercepted Q's, a silent warning lurking in his eyes, but before any words could escape his lips, Jordan, attuned to his best friend's cues, intervened, swiftly placing an arm in front of Pharaoh to forestall any potential confrontation.

" Watch who you calling a bitch and Terrance is a still thug. The league is not paying him all that yet" Jordan interjected, his tone firm yet measured, a subtle attempt to defuse the tension brewing beneath the surface, all the while concealing Pharaoh's simmering irritation.

" Yea and he not all that" Pharaoh added, cause a scuff from Q.

Pharaoh's friction with Terrance dated back to their pre-driving days; they were once close in middle school, united by their shared admiration for certain girls, a bond Pharaoh initially found appealing. However, their friendship began to fray when Terrance gravitated towards an older, more reckless crowd, one prone to gambling, smoking, and drinking. Pharaoh, mindful of his father's stern demeanor and the repercussions awaiting him if caught partaking in such activities, remained wary and hesitant to follow in Terrance's footsteps.

The final straw that fueled Pharaoh's resentment towards Terrance occurred when he discovered that Terrance was dating Kimora, despite Pharaoh confiding in him about his own crush on her. It seemed that Terrance had a knack for acquiring everything Pharaoh desired; whether it was a new pair of shoes or the affection of a girl, Terrance always managed to swoop in and claim it for himself, leaving Pharaoh feeling betrayed and embittered by his friend's actions.

Pharaoh hopes every day the police will do there job and lock him up. for life.

" simply displaying envy " Q remarked, his tone tinged with dismissal, as he broke the tense silence.

"It's not an expression of envy when it's true " Pharaoh countered, his voice carrying a hint of disdain. Jordan nodded in agreement with Pharaoh's sentiment. Despite Q's attempt to brush off their comments, he straightened his posture with a sense of anticipation as the sleek BMW approached them, gracefully pulling to a halt right in front of the wash station

Pharaoh's hands clenched into fists, mirroring the tension in his jaw as he watched Q open the door for Terrance. His sunglasses tilted down, revealing a steely gaze as he eyed Pharaoh with an unsettling smirk. An image flashed in Pharaoh's mind of him choke-slamming him onto the unforgiving concrete, but he quickly pushed the violent thought aside. Losing his composure could jeopardize his job, a risk he couldn't afford to take.

Terrance, exuding his characteristic cockiness, emerged from the car, clad in a crisp new shirt, perfectly fitted jeans, and stylish shoes. With deliberate slowness, he removed his Ray-Bans, revealing his piercing hazel eyes.

"You know I had to come get my car cleaned by the best in town," he quipped slyly, his tone dripping with superiority.

Pharaoh scrutinized Terrance from head to toe, pondering what made him so captivating. Despite lacking a welcoming aura, Terrance held an undeniable allure, though Pharaoh sensed there were skeletons lurking in his closet, hidden beneath his polished facade.

" Yes Sir, T Man i saw the game last night, I need tickets to the next one " Q Exclaimed while reaching out for a dap. Terrance accepted the gesture with a smile, his flawless teeth gleaming in the sunlight. He reveled in the praise, enjoying the attention and adulation bestowed upon him.

Pharaoh couldn't help but recall watching the game as well, He sucked. Noticing how Terrance struggled due to an obvious foot injury. Despite his valiant effort, they ended up losing. However, Pharaoh observed that people tended to overlook Terrance's injury and focus solely on his status, attributing the loss to other factors. It was a testament to the power of Terrance's reputation that even his shortcomings were often glossed over by admirers.

" Yea, lost fifty to twenty five" Jordan muttered under his breath, stepping away from the group and toward the control buttons of the wash station. Pharaoh chuckled softly before noticing Terrance's cocky shrug.

"You win some, you lose some, but at the end of the day... I'm still me" Terrance exclaimed with a smile, his confidence evident as he chuckled and exchanged a dap with the agreeing Q.

" Yea yea nigga, What package do you want for your car" Jordan queried with a discerning tone, Terrance died down his laughter before responding.

" Premium, handling some big boy business today" With a demeanor that elicited a contemplative huff from Pharaoh. he pivoted to trail Jordan, only to find his progression impeded by a firm hand resting upon his shoulder. The audible crack of knuckles punctuated the tension in the air

" Yo' lemme holla at you real quick"Terrance interjected assertively. Pharaoh glanced at the hand resting on his shoulder, then shifted his gaze to Jordan, who appeared poised to come to his friend's defense if necessary.

Pharaoh pivoted, his brows furrowing in a display of mild agitation. "What's the matter? I just got here," he stated. Terrence let out a small chuckle in response.

"Nah, it ain't about my car. It's about my girl, Kim. You know her," Terrence explained, prompting Pharaoh's ears to perk up as he tilted his head slightly. "I was just wondering if you noticed whether she came back home last night, considering you live right next to her," Terrence asked casually, his gum-chewing demeanor adding a sense of nonchalance to the inquiry.

A blend of concern and curiosity flickered across Pharaoh's expression as he observed the apparent lack of concern in the man whom Kim referred to as her boyfriend. Giving him a once-over, Pharaoh's demeanor remained guarded as he replied, " ask her dad."

"I'm asking you though," Terrence persisted.

"And I said ask her dad," Pharaoh reiterated, his tone firm. Turned his back and heard a smack of teeth from  him.

"What's your issue, bruh?" Terrence grumbled, closing the distance between them with an air of agitation. Sensing the tension escalating, Jordan swiftly intervened, positioning himself between his friend and the visibly irked Terrance.

Pharaoh didn't like fighting at all until he was fighting, He thought about what a fight between him and terrance would look like. Pharaoh wasn't a short man, Physically, Pharaoh stood tall, towering over Terrence by a mere two inches, though their overall stature remained similar. He possessed a stoic confidence, He wasn't scared of any man but his father, Terrance failed to evoke any fear  in Pharaoh's heart; instead, it was overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of animosity.

"I've got a job to do, I don't feel like talking, bruh" Pharaoh retorted, his patience wearing thin as he prioritized his own responsibilities over idle conversation.

" Chill out ," Jordan interjected, his voice measured as he attempted to defuse the escalating tension. "Terrance, if you're looking for Kim, it's best to talk  to her father man. He's the one who can help you out." Jordan observed the subtle tightening of Pharaoh's jaw, mirrored by a similar reaction from Terrance, signaling the simmering intensity of the situation.

"You know what," Terrance began, his tone laced with a hint of amusement but still tinged with defiance. Stepping back slightly, he offered a conciliatory nod. "My bad. Been a bit on edge lately." With a dismissive wave of his hand, he continued,

"Y'all can get back to washing my car while I handle the search for my girl." The emphasis on the last phrase dripped with cockiness, a deliberate provocation aimed squarely at Pharaoh, knowing full well it would stoke the flames of jealousy within him. Terrance relished in needling Pharaoh about their relationship, seizing every opportunity to assert his perceived superiority

Terrance repositioned his sunglasses with a nonchalant flick and briskly strode past the two, his stroll undiminished by the tense exchange. Meanwhile, Q had already begun meticulously cleaning the car's interior, unperturbed by the unfolding commotion.

" It's your first day, don't let him be the reason lee fire you. He'd have that over you" Jordan advised, his voice infused with a calming reassurance as he sought to placate Pharaoh's simmering frustration. With a deep sigh, Pharaoh begrudgingly acquiesced, his focus shifting from the vexing presence of Terrance to the pressing matter of locating Kimora.

" Not worried about him" Pharaoh muttered under his breath, his resolve evident despite the lingering tension. Jordan chuckled softly as he returned to the control panel on the wash station. With a deft press of a button, he directed the hose towards a blue bucket, eliciting a stream of pink liquid mixed with suds.

"I'm pretty sure kim is fine, she's probably hiding from him. Ya know?"

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chapter one ( Moist )

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"Pharaoh," she exhaled, her words enveloped in a stifled breath as his lips reclaimed hers once more. Not merely a whimper of objection but rather an unspoken plea for further indulgence, a silent entreaty for more, entwining her deeper into him. Impossibly warm, his presence enveloped her, their foreheads melding together in a shared intimacy, illuminating the culmination of his clandestine pursuits. Each lingering caress, a testament to his calculated seduction, a mere whisper of his intentions, teasingly grazing against her ear.

it felt all too real, his consciousness stirred, his eyes flickered open to a stark reality. No longer nestled in the confines of his car's backseat, she was not straddling him in a haze of desire. Instead, the warmth that enveloped his palm revealed itself to be the clammy embrace of a substance, staining his right hand with an unsettling stickiness.

Pharaoh muttered curses under his breath as he flexed his fingers, observing the viscous substance pooling and trailing along his skin in sticky tendrils. His gaze darted around, searching for the rag he habitually employed to expunge these unwelcome remnants of unsavory encounters.

the clock read six am, this is the earliest his mind had ever went to this place of prurience. There was was never a vixen in his montage of naughty scenes that went on in his head. Pharaoh only had a body in mind, he took pictures from the raunchy ebony magazines his brother had hidden. The curvy dark skin women in bikinis, bent over or in another lewd position that allowed him to reach his peak.

Pharaoh wasn’t a dirty man, His room spotless, with neatly folded clothes and a breathable environment. Outwardly, he projected an image of pristine orderliness. However, beneath this facade lay a mind brimming with explicit imagery, fueled by a boundless and vivid imagination. While he appeared virtuous on the surface, his inner world was a realm teeming with provocative thoughts and fantasies.

Startled by the abrupt banging on his door, Pharaoh's heart raced with sudden alarm. In a flurry of movement, he hurled the rag, saturated with the sticky substance, across the room in haste. With urgency, he hastily pulled up his crimson pajama bottoms, his actions betraying a sense of unease at the unexpected interruption.

"Wake up, Dad needs you," a voice grumbled, heavy with the remnants of sleep. Pharaoh released a weary sigh,

"It's six in the morning, Eden," he grumbled, slowly rising from his bed with reluctance

“ why you telling me? tell that shit to dad.” the annoying voice retorted. Pharaoh emitted another grumble as he shuffled toward the door, his tired feet dragging heavily.

He swung the door open, revealing his older brother standing there with a weary expression, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“ What did he say?” Pharaoh questioned as he pushed pass him.

“ He just told me to come get you," came the tired response.

Pharaoh sighed in exasperation, already feeling the weight of the day bearing down on him. "Alright, I'm coming," he muttered, resigned to his fate.

His brother offered a sympathetic nod before shuffling off, leaving Pharaoh to follow in his wake. As they made their way to their father's room, Pharaoh couldn't shake the post nut clarity that hung over him like a dark cloud.

the first light of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room, Pharaoh and his brother shuffled into their parents domain. The old man fixing his tie in the mirror his eyes sharp despite the hour. Nearby, their mother bustled about, applying makeup with practiced precision, her presence a calming force in the dimly lit space.

Straight to the point, their father's gravelly voice shattered the early morning silence. "What kept you out on the streets all night, boy?" he demanded, his words laced with equal parts concern and frustration.

Pharaoh shifted uncomfortably under his father's piercing gaze, the weight of his guilt heavy upon him. "lost track of time, pop i was out with Jordan," he replied, his tone casual despite the tension in the air.

His father's brow furrowed in disbelief, but before he could respond, their mother interjected, her voice soft yet firm. "You know your father worries when you're out so late, Pharaoh," she chided gently, her gaze lingering on her son with a mixture of love and concern.

i’m fucking twenty. He wanted to say, it was on the tip of his tongue.

Pharaoh's shoulders slumped, the weight of his parents' stair settling over him like a heavy cloak. "I know, ma," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "wasn’t doing nothing ."

"When you get a place and pay your own bills, you can stay out and party in the streets all you want—" their father began, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

"But that shit don't go for Maya, so why the hell do we gotta follow that rule?" Eden interrupted, his words a direct challenge to their father's rigid stance. The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension as the defiance hung heavy in the air.

"Watch your mouth—" their father growled, his tone a warning laced with barely contained fury.

Their mother interjected, her voice calm but firm, as she placed her soothing hands on her husband's arm, diffusing the rising tension in the room.

"Sweetheart," she began, her voice gentle yet authoritative as she addressed her two sons, "Maya works—"

"Yeah, the poll," Eden interjected once more, a mischievous glint in his eye, earning a stifled laugh from Pharaoh and a gasp of shock from both parents.

"Eden!" their mother exclaimed, her tone a mix of admonishment and disbelief at her son's audacity. She shot him a reproachful look, silently urging him to show more respect.

Their father's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he directed a stern gaze at Eden. "You watch your mouth," he warned, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Eden held his ground, unfazed by his father's glare.

"Just saying it like it is, pops," he replied, his tone defiant.

Pharaoh shifted amused, caught between his brother's rebellious spirit and his father's stern demeanor

Pharaoh spoke up, his voice measured. "Am I done?" he questioned, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his tone as he glanced between his father and mother wondering if the heat was now off him and squarely on his older brother.

His mother sighed as Eden and her husband began to bicker, the tension thick in the air. she focused her attention on him, her gaze gentle yet firm. "Yes, stop being out so late. Respect your father," she instructed.

"Okay, Mom,"Pharaoh mumbled quietly, his nod a mere facade of compliance. Deep down, he knew he wasn't going to follow his mother's instructions, but he went along with it to avoid another one of her rants about no one listening to her in the house. Sometimes, it was easier to nod and pretend to agree than to engage in yet another argument.

"Go get ready, take a shower. There's no point in crawling back into bed. Start your day," she said with a smile, her tone gentle but firm.

Pharaoh groaned inwardly as he dropped his head. He knew he could sneak back into bed; he didn't have to be up really until around seven thirty. But in this household, once you were up, there was no turning back.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied obediently.

a man couldn’t beat his shit in peace.

Pharaoh Westly couldn’t beat his dick in peace.

nor eat breakfast.

it was now seven thirty, everyone was wide awake in the West household.

In precisely seven minutes, the staccato rhythm of her heels against the pavement will herald her arrival, a prelude to her entrance that Pharaoh would hear before setting eyes upon her. Her voice, laced with allure, would weave its spell, captivating those within earshot.Depending on her company, the ambiance outside undergoes subtle shifts; on weekends, the pavement resonates with the incessant tapping of multiple steps, accompanied by the laughter and animated chatter of her two companions, reminiscent of Destiny's Child, with Kimora Lee assuming the mantle of the group's Beyoncé, her commanding persona unmistakable as they trail in her wake.

Together, they effortlessly hop into her baby pink Porsche, its convertible top down , while Pharaoh, nosy, adjusts his surroundings accordingly, perhaps cracking a window on days when she radiates a exhilarate aura.

Wondering if she ever mentions him.

However, on weekdays, particularly Fridays like today, a palpable tension hangs in the air, evident in Pharaoh's tightened grip on his spoon and the clenching of his jaw. Accompanied by her boyfriend, Terrance Clyed—a rising star in the college NBA scene— her footsteps quicken, her voice losing its mellowness and assuming a more assertive cadence as they engage in heated exchanges, their voices rising in discordant harmony. she strides ahead of him toward his benz, Pharaoh's face contorts into a grimace of disdain. in the public eye, they present a facade of happiness and unity, by their affectionate displays at parties or other events , where Pharaoh ensures their intimacy is a full act, his gaze would lock with the evil man while they were kissing and he’d squeezed whatever cup he had a little tighter.

He didn’t deserve Kimora , No one did.

a palpable void in his routine, Pharaoh didn’t hear her heals this morning, laughing or gossiping. Not even the discord of arguments managed to punctuate the silence. Perplexed, he found himself grappling with uncertainty: Did she even come home last night?

Pharaoh sat the kitchen island, his face staring into the bright outside of the window opposite. His grip loosens on the spoon with corn flakes found its way mechanically to his mouth again with an automatic swallowing to follow.  His mother stood at the sink, washing the breakfast dishes. His dad had already left the house and shortly after his younger sister was off to school, His older sister blasting

Alicia Keys new album from her room as she got ready for her Friday adventures. Leaving his bum of a brother and His mother who would have to leave too for her job soon, She was a professor, teaching African American history at UCLA. She usually leaves around eight in the morning, Her late staying made Pharaoh arch a mental brow. His mind didn’t wonder on about it, Only shrugging it off. Coming to the conclusion she was just staying an extra forty minutes to annoy him.

He patiently awaited the stroke of nine, anticipating the outcome of his shift at Regan's Classic Suds. The prospect of washing cars seemed far more appealing than the reality of flipping burgers. Despite the sweltering heat and the inevitable dampness that would seep into his socks, he welcomed the change of scenery that came with this new job. The fancy cars, The high profiled ‘ballers’, the women, held a certain allure compared to the confines of a fast-food kitchen.

Pharaoh finished the last of his breakfast and glanced at the clock, He felt a flicker of excitement tinged with determination. Today marked the beginning of a different routine—a chance to embrace new challenges and experiences

He needed the money desperately, but he kept this fact close to his chest. Only Eden overheard Pharaoh's conversation about the job through the second house phone line. Like the conniving devil he could be, Eden blackmailed Pharaoh into taking on his household chores. Pharaoh was determined to keep this arrangement secret from his parents; he knew that if they found out, they would try to exert control over the situation, just as they did with every aspect of his life. This job was Pharaoh's chance for independence, a way to take charge of his own destiny without interference from those who always sought to influence his decisions.

For now he still remained there in silence, his body leaning over his breakfast bowl, the spoon rhythmically emptying its content.

“Are you finished?”

and so it starts.

Vivian turned around from the sink,

reaching out for the last dish to be washed while glancing at her wrist watch. She was in her late thirties, Dark skin, her dark curly hair tied back showing an oval face with equally dark eyes that now smiled at her young son. He had inherited those same eyes, slightly larger and doll-like, reminiscent of his father's. However, this morning, Pharaoh's eyes did not mirror his usual warmth, a change that did not escape his mother's notice.

“What’s your problem? Are You alright?”

“Uhuh”, came the reluctant reply. With the last scrape of the spoon he managed to dislodge the remaining cornflakes that clung like limpets to the side of the small bowl. 

“ look at me when I’m speaking to you.” Her voice, squeaking a headache into Pharaoh’s head once again. His eyes tore away quickly from the window connecting with hers for a second before going back.

 “Can I have your bowl please?” came the urge from his mother, He handed it over, still staring through the grand window. His absent mindedness had not gone unnoticed.

"What are you staring at? The view isn't that great anymore since they built that house," Vivian remarked, her tone tinged with lingering disappointment. She wasn't entirely wrong—ever since the construction of the new house obstructed her once-spectacular view, she found herself missing the unobstructed sight of the landscape she had enjoyed during her morning coffee routine.

He hesitated, reluctant to speak on his fixation on Kimora's morning routine. Instead, he shifted the conversation to the other pressing matter weighing on his mind.

"I think Mister Lee is selling the car," Pharaoh stated simply, his voice carrying a note of subdued excitement. Vivian hummed in understanding, her expression reflecting a knowing repose.

More beautiful than the very old bucket of bolts that Pharaoh currently drove, the car of his dreams sat in the neighbor's yard. Not only was it Pharaoh's favorite color—cream—it was an original creation. Mister Lee, the third wealthiest Black man in California, He owned a chain of car washes. He built the car himself over the course of two years. Pharaoh vividly recalled when Mister Lee had offered to let him watch the car being crafted, but his father had insisted he attend school instead. Education was always paramount in his father's eyes.

Now, graduated with a full scholarship to Truth University, the same college where his parents met, Pharaoh's father expressed a sense of pride, albeit with a reserved demeanor. However, the allure of the cream-colored car, meticulously crafted by Mister Lee's hands, lingered as a symbol of Pharaoh's aspirations and the promise of a brighter future beyond the old bucket of bolts he currently drove.

It was the summer, meaning Pharaoh had four long months of working at the car wash and getting the car before he went back to school.

“ Is that what you want for your birthday?” His mother questioned smiling slightly at him.

those words finally made him depart from his trance in the window,

“ No, i’m gonna get the car myself. ” Pharaoh said, He didn’t want Their help. He wanted to work and accomplish something without having his parents looming over him. His siblings were fine with the safety net there parents provided but Pharaoh hated it more than anything.

"Look at you, stepping up and being a man," Vivian remarked with a smile. Pharaoh couldn't quite discern if her tone held sarcasm; after all, his mother was known for her dry wit.

"...Talk some of that into your brother so he can get the hell out of my house," she finished, chuckling to herself. Pharaoh found himself silently agreeing with her sentiment.

"Kick his lazy ass out." he mumbled under his breath, a touch of frustration coloring his voice.

“ Alright, Watch ur mouth. I have to go, It’s a beautiful day outside go to the park with ur sister or something” Vivian said, her voice firm but laced with affection as she planted kisses on Pharaoh's cheeks. He groaned audibly, feeling the sticky residue left behind on his face. Vivian's fingers quickly wiped it away, her laughter echoing in the kitchen.

“ You’re not grown, you don’t need stubble.” That was the last thing she said to him before she grabbed her briefcase and clicked out of the kitchen.

i’m twenty

Drawn out sigh of relief came from Pharaohs lips , his elbows now rested on the table without complaint from the masses.

Now the only noise was his brother's muffled snickering and chattering as He held the house phone to his ear, leaning against the archway. An hour had passed since he first picked up the phone, and the conversation on the other end seemed to be descending into a mix of laughter and concern.

Eden practically in tears , struggling to speak amid gasps of heaving, wheezing laughter. After a prolonged struggle, he managed to choke out, "Really? Fuck—He was that drunk—"

Pharaoh's annoyed expression deepened as he strained to make sense of Eden's words.

Eden's voice turned thin and stifled, darkening Pharaoh's expression further. "You—you seriously went to Gin for help? You let her see him like that? That's messed up—"

Ignoring his brother's guffawing, Pharaoh pushed away from the counter, He stretched his back.

"Mmch', hold on, Shawn. Someone keeps beeping in—" Eden's voice came through muffled and indistinct. Pharaoh strained to catch the words.

"Hello? Oh yeah, what's up, Jordan...uh yeah, he's here—"

Pharaoh's curiosity was piqued. Without hesitation, he quickly pushed off the archway and raced towards the phone.

"He's in the bathroom, though. Can you call—"

"I'm here, hang up, Eden," Pharaoh interjected firmly, his voice cutting through the line.

Pharaoh stood firm, his back turned to his brother as he refused to engage further in the one-sided conversation.

"Man, I'm not finished. Go call him on Maya's line," Eden persisted, his tone edged with frustration.

Pharaoh's frown deepened. "You've been on for an hour. Go outside or something, better yet get a job," he replied, his words laced with attitude.

The tension in the air was palpable as Eden let out a loud groan of exasperation, followed by the harsh slam of the phone hitting the hook. Pharaoh heard the heavy stomping of his brother's footsteps as Eden stormed up the stairs, leaving an uneasy silence in his wake.

Pharaoh exhaled slowly, the weight of the interrupted conversation lingering in the air.

"You better not be late, Mister Lee’s not playing around lately. Ever since we got robbed, he's been on our ass," Pharaoh heard through the phone as he leaned against the archway, the phone pressed to his ear. He hummed in response,

“ Man, I'm about to get ready," Pharaoh said, glancing at the clock before continuing. "..When the hell did y'all get robbed?" He questioned, his tone reflecting a mix of concern and disbelief.

"Last Thursday, they stuck him up while he was leaving, they got him for twenty-five thousand," Jordan, Pharaoh's best friend since middle school, explained somberly about the robbery at the car wash where he worked.

Pharaoh winced at the news, a sense of concern and disbelief washing over him. Jordan had always been upbeat and confident about his job at the car wash, and now hearing about this incident was unsettling.

"Yikes, so he's not the same man you've been raving about for months?"

Pharaoh asked, trying to lighten the mood with a touch of humor despite the gravity of the situation.

"Nah, he's still cool. Just..you know he's more strict about who he lets hang around now." Jordan explained, Pharaoh nodded .

"You wanna bet it was Terranc and his group?" Pharaoh laughed, and Jordan joined in with a shared chuckle

"Hopefully, so Kimora can finally leave his ass," jordan remarked, eliciting a knowing hum from Pharaoh.

"When's the last time she's been there?" Pharaoh asked, his curiosity evident in his voice.

"Hmm, probably about two weeks ago. But I know she's planning to come in to get her car cleaned for the party tomorrow," Jordan replied.

Pharaoh nodded to himself, his attention momentarily drawn away by the distant sound of a man's voice yelling in the background. Instantly, he recognized it as Jordan’s father, likely complaining about the amount of time Jordan was spending on the phone.

A hint of amusement flickered in Pharaoh's eyes as he imagined the scene on the other end of the line. He could picture Jordan’s father's exasperated gestures and raised voice, contrasting with Jordan’s calm demeanor as they conversed.

"Man, I gotta go... pops is tripping," Jordan said, his voice tinged with resignation.

"Nah, go ahead. I'll see you in a bit. I won't be late," Pharaoh assured him.

Jordan persisted, expressing concern about the possibility of Pharaoh being late, but the line abruptly went dead. Pharaoh glanced over at the receiver and saw Eden holding down the disconnect button.

"What the fuck, asshole!?" Pharaoh exclaimed as he walked up to Eden, slamming the phone back onto the hook.

"You were about to hang up" Eden teased, waving him along.

Pharaoh felt a retort forming on the tip of his tongue, but the beeping of his watch caught him off guard. He sighed deeply, leaving his brother and his ignorance behind in the kitchen as he headed towards the living room.

As Pharaoh moved away, he couldn't shake off the lingering irritation from the brief encounter. Eden's playful taunts often grated on his nerves, but he knew better than to let it consume him. Focusing on the task ahead, Pharaoh made his way towards the living room, eager to leave the distraction behind and regain his composure.

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yall gonna hate me because Doggy Style is kinda slow burn.. Kinda Kinda Kinda..

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𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 by Enoi

“ 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 ”

In 2009 a Horny ‘Nobody’ finds out a way to get with the prettiest girl in long beach. Kimora ‘ booty club’ Lee. They both didn’t know how bad they needed each other.

CHARACTERS

Chapter one

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KIMORA ‘ BOOTY CLUB’ LEE. 20. Virgo.

‘ spoiled brat ’

‘ stuck up ’

‘She’s cheating on her boyfriend with some…loser!’

Daughter of one of the wealthiest men in California, Kimora Lee. Or known to the public as the ‘ Beyonce of long beach ’ Her supermodel esq made everyone oogle at her when she walked into the room.

PHARAOH WEST. 20. SCORPIO

Pharaoh West was a nobody compared to Kimora, Of course his parents were known and his sister who frequently hung around Kimora. But he was just a guy, a horny guy with dreams. Wet dreams that were soon to be reality .

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𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 by Enoi

“ 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐇 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 ”

In 2009 a Horny ‘Nobody’ finds out a way to get with the prettiest girl in long beach. Kimora ‘ booty club’ Lee. They both didn’t know how bad they needed each other.

CHARACTERS

Chapter one

Chapter two

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blumarine fw24

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I’m back!!!

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( ﾒ𝟶. ) 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄 : JJK UNIVERZE ◞ M.LIST

❥ : pairing. racer!gojo satoru x mechanic!fem!reader

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄. ❞

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𐙚

❥ : synopsis. after winning yet another glorious victory against the other members on the track, satoru takes home two prizes; you, and the fat ass wad of cash he scored as well. though, that doesn’t stop you two from getting tailed by the police before ending your night by putting on a show for downtown Shibuya.

❥ : content. pwp. nsfw. criminal activity. car chase. drug mentions. intoxication influence. piv. handjob. car sεx. public sεx. overstimulation. profound love. ⟡ : wc. 1.7k.

❥ : juni’s jar. had a different draft in mind for the start of this series, but oh whale. also, fyi, there’s a slight age gap. reader is 21 & gojo (++ the others) are 25. it’s not much, but i just wanted to put a disclaimer. σ(￣、￣〃)

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𑄽𑄺ྀ

“just like that, princess~, s’good.”

ACT ONE⠀|⠀1:06 AM

ᡴꪫ⠀𝓝ights with your boyfriend, the infamous Satoru “Speeddemon” Gojo, were an entire whirl wind of their own. there was no telling whether or not you’d end up propped atop his shoulders with the entirety of his team cheering both of you on for yet another one of his victories he scored in his pretentious Nissan Skyline GT-R R34. or, being high off your ass from hitting multiple blunts on Shoko’s tits that you could barely configure where you even were to begin with. and, in this case, you were caught in both scenarios.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀though, at first, your night started off like any other ordinary college students. you were propped up on your bed; laid on your stomach, with your lecture books all open scattered around you, your mind entirely focused on finishing the past due assignments you had. thanks to the fresh blunt you’d taken a few hits from prior, courtesy of the woman herself (Shoko).

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀her and the guys weren’t in college like you, they were a bit older. you being twenty-one, and them all being twenty-five. but they knew the struggles of studying ‘til one am just to barely pass the upcoming test. so, she offered you something to let off steam while you were being the diligently hard working student you were.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you’d been mid-reading when a box shot through your peeked open window, startling you near death all the while a slight yelp hurdled from your once sealed plump lips. a few chuckles from outside your window were followed by your actions, your body absentmindedly pushing yourself off the mattress to go see what exactly was thrown into your room. when you observed it, a snarky eye roll was seen dancing it’s way across your face prior to tossing the box onto your bed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you swore it was the frat boys attempting to mess with you again, much like they’ve been doing since forever, but the minute your eyes laid upon the familiar thin-laced piece of blue lingerie you were eyeballing while out with Satoru, you knew damn well who was laughing outside your third story window.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"fucking asshole! don’t scare me like that!" you whisper-yelled at your lover, a wink and kissy face being sent your way as he had an arm wrapped around Suguru’s shoulders; the one person who’d genuinely be your only competition for Satoru’s love.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"m’sorry, baby, just wanted to surprise you," a lighthearted chuckle seethed into his words, earning yet another eye roll from yours truly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the skimpy little pink blouse you wore as pajamas briskly blew with the wind that pierced through your window, Satoru narrowing his eyes at you to get back inside before Suguru saw something that was solely reserved for him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a leering grin shaped Suguru at the sight, you laughing at how it didn’t even take a second before Satoru took notice and burried his fist into Suguru’s chest. the man was well aware of the fact Suguru had absolutely no chance with you, you both saw one another as siblings. but that didn’t stop you from enjoying how protective Satoru was and fucking with him about it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀regardless, Suguru had a woman of his own that he’d destroy the world for, anyways. he had no interest in meddling with his best friends profound love for you when his dearest Yasmin awaited his arrival at the lot.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"get dressed, we got a D-R"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"and what makes you think i’d wanna go?" you protested out of spite, knowing damn well you loved street races just as much as he did. maybe even more.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a deadpan stare was shot your way from Satoru, the man tilting his head at your persistence all the while Suguru stood idly; chuckles sounding their way into your altercation.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"don’t make me drag your ass to my car" he bickered, Suguru, much like always, entertained by your arguments.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"ay dío- cálmate, maldito culo." ( oh my- calm down you fucking ass. )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀just to piss him off, you wore your cutest skin-tight outfit that flaunted each and every beautiful curve you had to offer. it was your signature style. the look that had Satoru turning in your direction in the first place. him, plus everyone else in the lot, including Shoko herself. but, that was a whole different story to unfold.

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SHE’S BLOODY, SHE’S SWEET,

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𐚁֙

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ SHE’S STRAWBABY JAM !

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your nights were always some form of a blur any time you accompanied Satoru at the lot. they seemingly consisted of being surrounded by Shoko and taking shots with her friends, joining Aoi and the other freshman at your school in a hot box session before alas finding yourself perkily propped along Satoru’s shoulders whilst he’s praised and cheered for winning yet another D-Race. it was bound to happen. he’s never lost a single competition. at least, not while you’ve been dating him. only people who’re even close to being on-par with him are Shoko and Suguru, yet they’ve never been able to beat him. only close enough.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and, much like every other eventful night with the man, he takes you home around three am. you can’t help but lay your head against the door, engulfed in the suffocating wind that blows past every fiber on your body. the intoxicating odor that’s melted into the breezes doesn’t help your semi-empty stomach either, the stench of fresh barbecue being roasted in the night markets you’re zipping by.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Satoru’s hand rests tediously along your exposed thigh, pinky pushing its limits and vaguely rubbing the thin layer of skin that resides beneath the brim of your shorts.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀however, this time around, the night officers were on-watch even more cautiously that before. they thought they’d be able to tail down the one man who had every department in the continent in shambles. they had balls, you had to give them that. it was humorous seeing them barely being able to keep up with Satoru meandering between lanes. you couldn’t help but let out a few slurred giggles, your noises being music to the man’s ears as he sped up his chase and started drifting corners to get away.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you adored fast cars and Satoru knew that all too well. he always jumped at the opportunity to drive fast, so when he heard your murmured noises, he didn’t hesitate not one second to shoot from 100 to 180k.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the adrenaline rush you got from the small chase alone would kill a victorian child, but the actions that followed after you lost them in a crowd would massacre an entire bloodline.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Satoru had you sprawled out along the hood of his precious beauty, upper body hunched over to meet your face all the while you two ravaged each others mouths. sparks shot from the top layer of your lips, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the erotic tension that surged the air around you, or the mixture of drugs and alcohol that ran miles through your bloodstream.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀either way, you could care less because it made everything so much hotter. especially with how puttered stammers of whines extruded Satoru’s lips with each pump you dragged along the girth of his base. your savage and hunger-filled kisses were matched with slow and leisured strokes edging his pulsating erection. you couldn’t lie, his pathetic noises had every hair on your body standing like pin needles. you wanted more. you needed more. you craved to have him buried so deep in you that he’d get lost in undoubted rapture.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀so that’s exactly what he did.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he filled you up oh-so perfectly. like you were hand crafted by the gods just to be his cocksleeve. his own personal fleshlight that he could mold into the shape of his dick with every thrust. and you’d gladly let him do as he pleased. you wanted him just as much as he needed you. you loved being stuffed with his dick, like a pig at a carne asada on a breezy summer day.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you adored how he handled you with such care through his hands, fingertips breaking skin along your plump thighs all the while he abused your greedy cunt relentlessly. the only thing you could possibly do was interlock your slender fingers in his luscious curls, pleas and cries of mercy sputtering through every other hiccup that choked through. Satoru matched them with tender pecks along your jawline, fingers raking the delicate skin on his shoulder blades every time his hips kissed your own.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀missionary wasn’t typically your cup of tea, but whenever he spread your legs open so perfectly just so he had access to fuck you balls deep, your mind was too much of a mushed mess to protest otherwise. all you could do was obediently take all of it whilst your hazed eyes stared up at the starry-night sky that decorated the view above.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it never mattered how many rounds you went, Satoru wasn’t going to stop until you uttered the safe word you two had come up with. you could paint his dick an entire new shade of white, and he’d still meet your hips with his own to shove the juices back into your overwhelmed walls. he could go all day if he had the chance, just as long as you were in undeniable pleasure, he didn’t care. his end of the deal was how you whimpered his name so tenderly, so lovingly, it drove him mad. he wanted you to repeat it every time he rutted into you. if he could he’d fuck you senseless so that the only word you’d be able to utter was his name and his name alone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he’d do anything to show you how much he need you like he needed oxygen. whether it be overwhelm your entire being with such pleasure that all you could possibly think about was how his thick erection dragged along your delicious walls, or spoil you in the finest materialistic items that you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “fuck~ you’re so damn perfect, love.”

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