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conniesrockstargf · 5 months ago

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𓇼°₊.𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 ❀ 𝙵𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 🥭

10.7k! Warnings: description of pubic hair on a character, oral (fem. receiving), overstimulation, cl*t spanking, use of pet names (Princess, Mama, Lil’ Mama), mentions of drinking, descriptions of character’s body (curvaceous/thick), use of the n-word (all characters & the writer are Black) original characters

The sweet hum of a thousand and one conversations fill the atmosphere. Clinks of silverware against dishes are sprinkled in there too.

It’s the perfect kind of white noise to lose your focus to. Just turn your brain off. And observe.

Booths and tables are filled with patrons—he’s surprised they were even able to get a table of their own off no reservation. Brunch is always a busy time for restaurants out here.

His ears pick up bits and pieces of conversations all around him, each one as mildly interesting as the last. And even if he can’t anchor on one, he’s fine with that.

“See? This nigga not even listening.”

He did, however, hear that. And the laughter that followed. But if it’s one thing he’s good at, it’s ignoring.

So he’ll continue to disassociate from the conversation at hand, steadily sipping on his drink and surveying the scene.

His eyes catch a couple a few tables away from them. They talk and smile over their food, leaning in closer as if their table isn’t already small.

That’s cute…

“Ajani!”

His gaze slides over to the man just across the table from him. The same man who’s waving a hand in his face.

Too annoyed to even ask, he raises a brow.

“You ain’t hear what I said, did you?”

The man’s name is Mykel. Mykel who never goes anywhere without wearing a pair of shades over his eyes. Thinks they make him look “handsomely-mysterious” or some shit. Whatever he said.

Swallowing his drink, Ajani places his cup down with the shake of his head. “Nah.”

“I asked if you was doing that pool party again this year?”

“And the answer better be yes.”

That’s Boku. The nigga that walks around with a blunt tucked behind his ears at all times.

Personally, Ajani thinks he lacks couth. That’s just him though.

Both friends share a look of interest that only fills him with a sense of pride.

Ajani expects nothing less—he does throw the best functions. Shit, he’s the one with the best ‘Bnb connects out of the entire group.

His shits are always a vibe.

His gaze bounces back and forth between the two, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Y’all want me to?”

“Duh, nigga! You know that shit goes hard,” Boku says, taking a Pita chip from the appetizer bowl at the center of the table.

“Real shit,” Mykel agrees.

Ajani’s lips twist in thought. “I’on know … shit got a lil’ outta hand last year.”

Sucking his teeth, he wears a pointed look. “C’mon.”

“Yeah, quit playing. It wasn’t even that serious,” Boku chimes in.

“I beg to fucking differ, nigga. Someone broke the window on the first floor!”

And, of course, he had to pay that shit back. It’s a good thing his friend ain’t hold it against him.

“That wasn’t any of us.”

Mykel’s eyebrows lift over his shades, and Ajani knows his eyes got big—in that usual way they do when he’s going on the defense.

“Yeah, it was one’a y’all’s people,” he points at the two. “If I’m doing the party this year, I’m doing it small. None’a that crazy shit.”

“Alright,” Mykel agrees.

The loud crunch of the pita chip between Boku’s teeth makes him wince. “Shit not gonna be lit, though.”

He sucks his teeth, scrunching up his face. “Nigga, we don’t need a big party to be lit.”

“And it’s not gonna be lit,” Ajani stresses. “Just the group, a couple more people, and we good.”

He brings his cup in for another quick sip. Swallowing it down, he tastes the traces of its fruity flavor on his lips.

“I just want a chill vibe. Nothing too wild. And the girls not gonna want that.”

“Ooh, yeah,” Boku nods, remembering the other half of their group.

“True. Especially Dia.” The comment had slipped out of Mykel’s mouth without a second thought as he scoops some salsa on his pita chip.

“Yeah, especially Dia.”

Simultaneous glares are thrown Boku’s way, catching the deep smirk on his smoker’s lips.

Ajani sucks his teeth.

“Don’t start with this shit, man,” Mykel says, shaking his head.

“You already got him started.” The dejected look on his face says enough.

“Wha—every time I bring this up, you act like I’m spreading false information,” Boku frowns.

Mykey laughs. “ ‘Cause you are.”

Kissing his teeth, Boku reaches for another Pita chip. “Shit, I might tell you a joke, but I’ll never tell you a lie.”

Ajani rolls his eyes, turning his head away to stare at that one couple he’d seen earlier. “Well, you being real facetious right now.”

Boku purses his lips. “Nigga, and you’re being diffident. Aah, see? We could all use SAT words.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Mykel cuts in: “Okay, but … I don’t see the purpose in bringing up this Dia-thing if ‘Jani don’t even wanna talk about it. You don’t even know if she see him that way—”

“Man, I’m tryna tell you it don’t. Matter,” Boku insists, his eyes growing wide as his passion for the topic blossoms. “He likes her, right? So, he need to shoot his shot. How the fuck else he s’posed to know if she likes him back?”

Fair point, Ajani thinks to himself.

He hates when Boku’s right.

“Okay, but you also have to go off vibes,” Mykel counters. “Has Diamanté been giving those vibes that she likes him back?”

If he thinks about it, he’s gonna be sick—because has she?

“No? Alright then.”

Damn…

“Nigga you don’t know that!” Boku shouts, his face screwing up. “Diamanté is mad shy, you get max three emotions outta her—a-and that’s onna good day!”

A hopeless sigh leaves Ajani before he can stop it.

“Okay, but if she wanted to show that she liked him, she would.”

Ouch.

“So, what—you don’t think Dia likes him?”

“No! And I think you fucking delusional—“

“Aight, could we stop talking about her?”

Irritation creases his face as he pushes his drink away, not even wanting it no more. Instead, his hand busies itself with tugging at his braids.

Looking over his friend with mild concern, Mykel throws his hands up. “My fault.”

“You need to tell her.”

Despite the serious look in Boku’s eyes, Mykel shoves his shoulder.

Putting a hand over his mouth, Ajani shakes his head. “Nah … I ain’t telling her shit. She don’t need to know. Shit, y’all niggas not even s’posed to know.”

He blames Boku for being the reason that Mykel even knows.

One drunken slip up and Ajani had confessed to the idiot. Next thing he knows, Mykel is texting him the next day about it.

“So you just gonna suffer in silence?” Boku asks with a raised brow.

“Damn right. I’a get over it in a couple’a months.”

Except, no he won’t ’cause he’s liked her since junior year of high school.

So … there’s that.

His friends only laugh, not believing a word that came out of his mouth.

As they shouldn’t.

“Nigga said … nigga said a couple’a months!” Boku points across the table at him, doubling over in laughter.

“His dumbass.” Mykel shakes his head.

“What we laughing at?”

Heads whip to the left, seeing the female half of their friend group standing before them.

Heading the group is Aleya, the one who’d posed the question.

Ajani has never seen the woman in a hairstyle for more than a week. And being that they all hardly get the chance to meet up like this nowadays, she sports a shoulder-length bob this time around.

Behind her are Sevyn and Diamanté. The first of the two sporting a couple of small face tats and bleach blonde, boho braids.

But that’s not who he’s really watching out for.

It’s been weeks since he’d last seen Diamanté. And this time, she’s got large knotless braids all the way down to her knees. They frame her small face so well.

He thinks she can pull off any style.

Her fluffy lashes are encased behind her large glasses frames. He teases her for them all the time. But in all honesty, they really do make her look cute.

“Yeah, what y’all niggas talking about?” Sevyn asks, a playful attitude laced within her raspy voice.

Before waiting for an answer, she pulls up a chair to the table. Following suit, Aleya takes the empty seat at the head of the table. That leaves one more spot open: a chair beside Ajani.

“Hey guys,” Diamanté smiles.

Her voice is soft, a bit high pitched, too.

As she takes the seat, his space is flooded with the sweet, floral scent that typically emanates from her.

He swallows the spit collecting in his mouth.

“So, what was yall taking about?”

“Facts, we wanna know,” Aleya agrees with Sevyn. “Ajani looked mad, so it must be good.”

“Right, this nigga barely shows emotion.” Sevyn points his way, her puff bar clutched tightly in her grip.

“Damn, yall don’t ever mind your business, huh?” Boku says looking at the two women.

“Well maybe if yall wasn’t laughing like a bunch’a idiots stuck on stupid, we wouldn’t be so curious. Like, damn, we wanna laugh, too.”

“Right,” Sevyn mutters right before enclosing her lips around the puff bar.

“Don’t worry ‘bout that,” Ajani waves off.

“Yeah, facts. What we need to be worrying about is ‘Jani throwing another pool party this year.”

He’s gonna have to thank Boku for saving his ass like that. Shit, he hates owing that nigga.

“Oouu, yes!” Aleya claps excitedly. “That was mad fun.”

“Period, I just got a wax, too.” Sevyn sticks out her tongue, showing off the silver ball piercing its middle.

“Ugh,” Boku gags. “Put that shit back in your mouth.”

“Only if you take my dick out yours.” She brings her puff bar back to her lips.

“It’s ’bouta be small this time,” Ajani announces. “Not too much people—it’ll be a vibe.”

“Thank God,” Aleya groans out, rolling her eyes. “Smaller parties always been better.”

Diamanté nods in agreement.

She’s always enjoys Ajani’s kickbacks, even if she didn’t do much and only stuck to her friend group.

And since such a social setting actually makes her quite anxious, she’s really excited to attend this party.

“Yesss, I just got some new fucking swimsuits—“ Aleya gasps, eyes going wide. “And my new fucking tattoo!” She squeals and turns to Ajani. “When is it? Please tell me!”

Laughing, Ajani pulls his phone out. “I’m thinking in two weeks. Should be enough time to get shit together.”

“Period,” Sevyn says.

“I’ma let y’all invite a couple people—five at most. I don’t need the place packed with a bunch’a random ass niggas. And whoever you invite gotta be chill. This not no hype ass party, just a lil’ get together.”

“Just my vibe,” Sevyn says with a smile.

“That video of you when we went to the club last month says otherwise—“

“My dick, Boku—get off it!”

As everyone dives off into their own mini side conversations—sharing their excitement for the post and whatnot—Ajani notices the absence of speech coming from beside him.

Turning to his left, Ajani finds Diamanté watching all that’s going on around her. A content smile is on her glossed lips.

Shit’s so cute.

“What about you?”

The question comes out before he can even overthink it.

Caught off guard by the sudden shift of attention on her, her usual shy smile spreads across her lips.

“You excited?”

Of course she is, it’s so obvious—from what he can tell anyway. She’s got that look in her face—like she’s repressing a shout of excitement.

Really, he only asked just to hear her speak. He could hear her talk for hours.

Shit, if it were possible, he’d binge hours of a podcast—consisting solely of her ramblings.

Too much?

“Mmh, yeah.”

He blinks back to reality, noticing how her smile only spreads.

“Uh—what you most excited for?”

Diamanté looks off to the side, her shoulders rise and drop with a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t know,” she giggles. “Um … I guess hanging out with y’all. We barely see each other anymore.”

He’s trying to keep his cool, he really is. But, fuck, she’s so adorable. He’s never had to repress a smile as much as when he’s talking to her.

“You inviting anybody?”

She shakes her head, her long braids moving with her. “You know I don’t know nobody, Ajani.”

Ajani. He loves how she says his name. And the soft touch of her New York accent only makes it sound better.

“Mmh, that’s true. Your shy ass.”

Her only response is an eye roll.

If she were Aleya or Sevyn, he’s probably get a harsh shove to the shoulder or a quick “suck my dick.” But she’s not either of them.

Diamanté really just keeps her hands to herself. She never really has an outburst of any kind. And he can’t even remember the last time he’s heard her curse.

So poised and polite. And he can’t tell why, but that shit was just always so attractive to him.

However, he often catches himself finding the dumbest excuses just to touch her. Just the occasional brush or the arms and knees, or the side hug.

He’s too pussy respectful to make a bigger move than such.

“Yo Ajani, who’s in charge of the drinks this time, ‘cause it better not be Boku. Selection was ass last year,” Sevyn scowls.

“Man, shut the fuck up! You like that old ass liquor, be drinking like somebody’s grandpa.”

“Ya momma.”

“Ya daddy.”

As the two devolve into yet another petty argument, Ajani has to force his attention off of Diamanté to bring order back to the group.

As usual.

The day of the kickback rolls around far too fast.

Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Making his way around the AirBnb, Ajani finds himself touching up the tiniest of details around the place.

He just can’t keep still.

It’s a villa-style home, rather secluded from the other houses in this neighborhood. That makes this his favorite AirBnb spot out of all the others.

As he paces throughout the house, ensuring that everything is set up to perfection, a soft humid breeze blows throughout. His half-buttoned shirt billows in the gentle wind and his swim trunks cling to his legs.

Braids tied up in a pony-tail, two tendrils of braids frame his face. And they show off the diamond studs in his ears.

He’s for sure feeling himself. And when he gets in this mood it’s hard to take him out of it.

Finding a large mirror in the hallway leading to the backyard, he’s closely inspecting his image.

But, being the overthinker that he is, it doesn’t take long for Ajani’s mind to veer off of himself and onto something else.

Or someone else.

Introspection is his thing, so he wasn’t afraid of the realization that came to him days ago:

That he’s putting pressure on himself for this party to go so well because of her—Diamanté, of course.

Sure, he’s hosted parties and she’s come to them. But for some reason, this one feels different. Like, he’s actually trying to cater to her.

He’s not sure. He just knows that he wants her to have a great time at this kickback. Fuck it, he just wants this one to be the best one she’s ever been to.

So stakes are high…

Blowing out a breath, he scrubs a hand down his face. As he does so, the sound of the front door opening echoes throughout the house.

“Yo!”

He picks his head up, hearing Mykel’s voice. Quickly, he travels to the front of the house, seeing his friend in his best pool fit—with a new pair of shades to match, of course.

In both hands are the first bottles of liquor.

It’s a good thing I made it BYOB.

“Life’a the party’s here!”

“That’s BK, actually.”

Mykel’s hands drop, as does his smile. “Yeah, whatever, fuck nigga.

“Where ya people at? You ain’t invite nobody?” He asks, making his way over to his friend.

“They coming, they coming. Had their own separate rides, ‘cause I ain’t nobody’s chauffeur.”

“Yeah, aight.” He points to the bottles in his hands. “You could put those out back on the bar.”

With a quick nod, Mykel slips past him to get to the backyard.

It doesn’t take long for Ajani to meet him outside, as he busies himself with trying to pick the perfect playlist for tonight.

“You think Brent Faiyaz is good or that’s too chill? Like it’s gonna bring down the vibe.”

“Mmh … depends on what songs you pick,” Mykel answers as he starts on his own drink for a little pregame action. “None of that Sonder shit—that’ll bring down the mood for sure.”

He scrolls through his playlist, brows furrowed in concentration. “So, pretty much only the songs that got popular on TikTok.”

Swallowing his shot, Mykel hums with a solid nod. “Exactly.”

Ajani releases a breath, one hand going to tug at one of the braids that hang in his face. “Aight…”

The small conversation dissipates into silence which Mykel doesn’t mind. But as he reaches for another bottle, glancing up, he finds Ajani nose-deep in his phone.

Concentration sits heavy on his brows and the corners of his lips, weighing them down. And the hand in his hair is tugging at a braid.

“Yo, you good?” Mykel laughs.

When was the last time he’s seen his friend that focused on anything.

“Huh?” Ajani throws him a quick glance before ultimately falling back into his phone. “Uh—yeah, yeah...”

“You look like you tryna find the cure for AIDS or some shit.”

“That’s not funny, AIDS is a very serious disea—“

“What the fuck are you so focused for?”

“M’just tryna get this music right…”

Mykel rolls his eyes. “Okay, but why you can’t just play some random ass playlist you find. You curating a whole new playlist for this—I promise you, nobody’s gonna be paying attention that much.”

“I’m just tryna make it good. Damn…”

A short scoff leaves Mykel as he stares intently at him. “Right… And this don’t got nothing to do with Diamanté coming? Like … absolutely nothing?”

He doesn’t have to answer to that. And he won’t.

Slowly, more bodies trickled into the villa.

Boku and his friends had came soon after Mykel’s arrival. And after them, Mykel’s friends had showed up next.

For the time being, it was mostly guys filling up the backyard. There were about two women, but they mainly kept to themselves.

Bottles crowd the outdoor bar’s tabletop, inviting anyone to come and take a sip. And that’s exactly what Ajani does for himself.

Humming along to the tune of a Summer Walker song, he pops open a bottle of reposado.

“All drinks and no fucking snacks is wild.”

Furrowing his brows, he glances back to find the who was the one that had said such a thing—one of Boku’s people.

What’s that guy’s name again?

Oh, right. Isaiah.

Hate this nigga, he thinks with a shallow scowl on his lips. He makes no attempt to hide it, either.

“You paying for eats?” He raises a brow.

“Nah,” he laughs—like a fucking idiot, too. “I’m just saying.”

“Aight, well, stop talking.”

Isaiah’s bushy eyebrows raise in surprise. “Damn, it’s like that?” He throws up his hands in defense. “My fault.”

Ajani’s scowl only deepens as he watches him walks way from the bar.

Dense ass nigga … and I hate the way he fucking dresses.

He stews in his hatred for the other man a second longer before letting it all go with a deep exhale.

Now, where was he?

Oh right, pouring up—

“Yo, where the girls?” Mykel saddles up beside him, holding a cup of his own.

“I’on know,” he says, tone despondent as he focuses on making himself a drink.

“It’s been damn near a fucking hour.”

He sucks his teeth. “You know they always late.”

And late they were. About two hours had passed before the girls arrived.

Sevyn and Aleya arrive with a couple of other women, bringing a more feminine vibe to the function.

A much needed touch.

Now that everything is in full swing, Ajani can relax, seeing as everything is going as smoothly as he hoped for.

Everyone seems to be getting along perfectly; There’s laughter and smiles all around, dancing—mingling. And his music selection is hitting the spot perfectly with everyone else.

It’s almost perfect.

Almost.

Now, there’s a noticeable hole in this space. Someone’s missing.

He expected her to accompany Aleya and Sevyn. Ride with one of them, at least. When they came through the doors, he half-expected her to be hiding behind them.

He even checked.

But, no luck.

Okay, no worries.

Until an hour had passed and he was a couple of shots into the night. He doesn’t want to get too tipsy, and he’s trying to hold off.

But there’s concern mounting in his system, and he’s about two seconds away from ripping out his own hair.

He needs answers.

His eyes scan the scene for someone who can help, and he finds her.

Haste brings him over to a lounge chair close to the poolside. Sitting on its edge, Aleya watches herself in the camera as she takes a couple of videos for Instagram.

“What you want?” She doesn’t take her eyes off of her screen, fluffing the bouncy curls of her newest hairstyle.

“I can’t just come see how my friend is?”

Clicking off her phone, she drops the device in her lap to glare back at him.

“What?”

She looks him over rather quickly, only to pick her camera back up again and resume taking videos.

“Fine,” he exhales. “Where Diamanté at? I thought she was coming.”

She goes hmph, a smug look on her face. “Knew it.”

He sucks his teeth, taking a seat next to her. “C’mon, ‘Leya.”

“I don’t know, Ajani. Damn.” Her face screws up with irritation. “She said she had to help her mom out with some shit.”

His leg begins to bounce. “Alright, but … we about three hours in. Like—she coming or not?”

“Why don’t you ask her?”

As she rolls her eyes, Ajani pays her no mind—he he pulls his phone from his pocket, going straight to his messages.

Jani: wya ??

Princxss Dia: omg I’m so srry

I been running around all day tryna help my mom out w sum stuff

And I had to get a new swimsuit last min

Jani: u gonna be able to make it?

Princxss Dia: honestly … idek :/

I don’t even have a ride

Leya and Sevyn were my only rides an they already left

I’m so annoyed . I was so excited for this but it’s like nothing is working out for me today

I’m sorry J I rlly wanted to come

Fuck.

He runs a hand through his braids, gripping them tight.

“Don’t pull out a couple strands now,” Aleya says, not even sparing him another look.

What can he do? He can’t have her miss this.

His lips pucker as he thinks. It’s only about a minute of contemplation that breeds the idea.

Aight, fuck it.

Jani: lemme get u a uber

Pls

Princxss Dia: omgg

Jani that’s gonna be so expensive

Jani: idc

I just want u here

With everyone

We all waiting on u

Pls

Princxss Dia: I feel bad

Jani: I’ll make u feel worse if u don’t come .

Princxss Dia: ughh

Fine!

But choose the cheapest ride pls!

Jani: 🤍

The heavy crunch of gravel beneath the car’s tires only makes her heart beat faster. She’s finally here.

Her excitement had only been mounting the closer she got to the BnB. And now…

From inside the car, she can hear the faint rhythm of the party’s music. She hopes Ajani kept to his word and there aren’t too many people here.

Glancing around the front yard, she finds it packed with about five cars.

Considering they’re all the way in the hills, it makes her feel safer in assuming that there aren’t too many people at this party.

She really hopes she’s right.

“Thank you,” she tells the driver.

As she climbs out of the black truck, she wonders if he even heard her. No matter, though. She slams the door shut before tugging down the legs of her biker shorts.

Damn, she thinks hearing the truck already backing out of the driveway. He couldn’t wait?

Speaking of, Diamanté just knows that ride was expensive. She shudders at the thought.

Walking up the stone path, she finds the front doors of the villa already open. Which is a blessing, because any conversations with people at the door is already too much.

She’ll take her ass right back home.

But, Ajani doesn’t typically have door men at his parties, so that’s a relief.

She’s been to this villa too many times to know exactly where the main event is going to take place.

Despite the low lighting and the house’s warm, woody interior, her heart still hammers in her chest. And as strong as ever.

The faint aroma of burning wood enters her nostrils as she nears the backyard. Laughter and conversation only get louder, but it’s nothing too crazy.

Stepping out into the humid night air, she finally sees the intimate party setting. There aren’t too many people—still a sizable amount, though.

Only a couple of people are in the pool—three at most—one of them being Sevyn.

Everyone else either lounges on the chairs surrounding the poolside, stands at the bar or are scattered throughout the small yard.

“Dia’s here!”

Heads turn to see her and her face immediately grows warm.

“Hey,” she giggles, waving shyly.

“Hi, baby!” Alexa squeals, running over to the shorter woman with open arms. “So glad you came!” She sings, rocking them back and forth with tight arms surrounding her.

A perfect giggle falls from Diamanté’s lips. She pulls back from the hug, letting Aleya go so that she may be lead over to a spare lounge chair.

“Hey, Dia,” Sevyn greets her from the pool.

“Hey,” she waves, taking a seat.

“Thank God, you came. That nigga was about to pop a vein from stress.” Aleya points over to Ajani, who is talking to two other women at the bar.

Her lips twitch.

Naturally, feeling a pair of eyes on him, Ajani turns in her direction, making eye contact. He smiles her way and turns back to the other women.

“He doesn’t look stressed,” she comments, more-so to herself.

But Aleya hears her anyway. “Girl, please. It’s all a fucking act, and you know it. That man was about to rip a hole in his head.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Anyway, how’d you get here? Your mom let you take her car?”

Dia scoffs. “Please, my mother would never let me do that.” She glances back over at him for a split second. “‘Jani actually got me a Uber.”

Aleya’s brows skyrocket and her mouth drops open. “Uh, excuse me?”

Now it’s her turn to look to her friend. “What?”

“He paid for a uber for you, up to the hills?”

“I know,” she pouts. “It must’ve been so expensive. I told him to get the cheapest ride.”

“And did he?”

“No. Girl—why did he get me a black truck?”

At this point, Aleya's eyes are practically bulging out of her head. “Girl what the fuck?” She lets out a groan. “Oh my God, please just get with the man already.”

Her head jerks back, brows furrowing deeply. “What? Why?”

“Diamanté, it’s so painfully obvious how much this nigga likes you. A black truck? Be forreal.”

She sucks her teeth. “‘Leya, I don’t even wanna have this conversation tonight.”

“Ajani is nice, but he ain’t that nice. What the fuck?” She laughs, an incredulous look on her face. “Please stop being delusional.”

“Okay, whatever,” she waves her friend off. “I just wanna enjoy my night so, I’m gonna get a drink.”

As she stands, Aleya grabs her by the arm to pull her back down in her seat.

“Wait, did you bring your swimsuit?”

She nods. “Yeah, it was the one I showed you on the phone.”

“Alright, when you get in the water, let me know. I need someone to go in with, Sevyn’s eager ass didn’t wanna wait.”

She blanches. “Uh … I don’t think I’m getting in.”

Aleya’s head jerks back. “So why you brought a swim suit?”

“Y’know,” she shrugs. “Just to match the vibe.”

“I thought you liked going in?”

She sighs before leaning in close. “I been so busy, I … forgot to schedule another wax appointment.”

Aleya stares at her for a moment. “So … you’re wolfing it right now?”

“I’m not wolfing it. It’s just … some hair. And I don’t want no one to say anything so I’m just gonna keep out the pool.”

Aleya shrugs. “Alright, girl.”

Diamanté stands to head over to the bar. As she walks, she tries to discreetly pull down her shorts, the damn things keep riding up.

At the table, she grabs a solo cup before looking at the many options. Spotting a bottle of Don all the way towards the back of the table, her eyes brighten.

She checks for any chasers, growing even more excited at the sight of juice at the sides of the table. So, she reaches for the liquor of choice.

However, she hadn’t expected it to be such a challenge to retrieve it. The bottle stands just an inch outside of her reach. Fearful of knocking down the other bottles in front of it—and ruining this party simultaneous to embarrassing herself—she accepts struggling in silence.

Being short is such an issue at times.

“Ugh … shit,” she whispers, grasping the edge of the bar table to give herself more leverage.

“You need help with that?”

Her body flinches, hearing the deep and unfamiliar voice—especially as it’s so close to her. It doesn’t help that she had been caught in such a compromising position: almost bent over just to get the bottle.

“Oh, uh … yeah.” Fixing her shorts, Diamanté steps back from the bar.

Finally seeing the owner of the voice, she realizes that she definitely has no idea who this guy is. One of Ajani’s friends maybe?

The guy’s taller than her by at least six inches. A trucker hat hides his outgrown line-up (but she can still tell). And his bushy brows stand out over the thin rims of his glasses.

“Whatchu you need lil’ Mama?”

She would mind the nickname a little less, if it weren’t for the way his eyes stick to her body rather than her face. And then he deicides to lick his lips—they weren’t even dry to begin with.

“Just the bottle of Don,” she answers, further backing away as she flips her long braids over her shoulders.

“Aight…” He reaches over the bar to grab it for her with ease.

“Thank you.”

She’s intentional in grasping the bottom of the bottle, narrowly escaping the chance at touching his hand. She turns her back to him and pops the bottle open before grabbing a solo cup of her own.

That’s where their interaction should have ended. But, as she pours, she still feels his presence lingering behind her.

“Who you know here?”

She caps the bottle. “It’s my friend’s party,” she says softly. Her voice betrays the subtle roll of her eyes.

“Oh, okay,” he nods. “You got a name?”

What kind of question is that?

“Yeah…” Diamanté spins around just as she brings her cup to her lips for a sip.

The man does a simple shake of the head, gesturing for her to go on.

She sighs into her cup. “Diamanté.”

“Diamanté,” he repeats, like an idiot. “I fuck with that. I’m Isaiah.” He holds out his hand for her to take.

Pulling her cup from her wet lips, she offers up a weak smile, mouth stretching awkwardly at the sides. It ends up being more of a grimace than anything else.

“Nice to meet you.”

As he notices that she makes no move to shake his hand, Isaiah chuckles with raised brows. “You scared to touch me? I don’t bite.”

Her “smile” only grows, the corners of her eyes gaining more wrinkles as they shrink into a tight squint.

“Aight,” he shrugs, dropping his hand. However, his eyes drops back to her thighs.

The urge to tug at her biker shorts once again appears.

“How old you is?”

“Twenty-three.”

His gold grills are on display with the improvement of his smile. “Bet.”

Her eyebrows itch to pull together. Isaiah reaches into the back pocket of his baggy Evisu jeans to pull out his cracked phone. As he moves, she catches a whiff of weed and beer, the smell making her nose scrunch up.

His fingers dance across the screen as he undoubtedly tries to pull up some form of his social media. She wants to walk away.

“Yo, Dia!”

This voice sounds familiar. The call of her usual nickname has her turning her head—and Isaiah glancing up from his phone—to see Ajani strolling over.

His shirt is fully unbuttoned, and she catches sight of the tattoo work splashed along the right side of his abdomen.

“Hey,” she smiles, a real one this time.

Close enough, Ajani throws an arm over her shoulders to pull her in for a deeper embrace. As he encircles her upper half, his heart beats wildly in his chest when she, too, wraps both arms around his torso.

Diamanté relaxes into his hold as she inhales the fresh, crisp scent of his cologne. A light aroma that grants her nose reprieve from Isaiah’s odor.

Admittedly, the hug lasts for seconds longer than it should, but she doesn’t say anything about it, so neither will he.

It doesn’t escape him how Isaiah sneaks a look at her backside. His arms squeeze her just a tad bit tighter.

No doubt, it’s sitting nice in those shorts. Even when he was farther away, Ajani could see everything—courtesy of the thin fabric. But he had been a gentleman, not staring too hard or even oggling her like this fucking bozo is doing.

“Your ride was good?” He asks, regrettably pulling away from her.

“Mhm,” she nods.

As he stands before her, she takes all of his focus. It’s visible—the way his eyes stare at her and only her. The almost-dazed grin on his lips.

“Whatchu doing right now?”

She shrugs before raising her cup. “I just wanted to come get a drink.”

“Come sit with me then.”

“You didn’t ask,” she laughs.

“I need to?”

She rolls her eyes, body leaning towards him.

Before he can even stop himself, Ajani reaches for her free hand, filling it up with his own. Her palm is so soft and warm.

Just before he leads her away, he looks over to Isaiah, seeing his dumbass still holding his phone. The blank look on his face is honestly priceless.

His chest swells with ego and pride.

“You need something, bro?”

Kissing his teeth, Isaiah re-pockets his phone and shakes his head. “Nah you good.” He spares Diamanté one last glance.

“Oh, aight.”

Ajani pulls her to the front of him, leading her away to a more secluded spot in the backyard.

“That was mean.”

He glimpses down at her face, seeing the pretty smile on her lips.

“I hate that nigga.”

She chuckles, begging the question: “Why?”

“He corny.”

She hums in agreement. “And weird.”

“I seen him staring,” he says quietly as they come up on a pair of empty sofas beneath a large umbrella shade. The cushions look plush, too; A perfect place to sit.

“You’re welcome for saving you by the way.” He takes the first seat.

“Didn’t ask you too … but thank you.”

He waves her off in an exaggerated manner. “I would’a done it anyway. It’s just what a good person does.”

“Please,” she laughs before taking a sip of her drink.

As she adjusts to sit comfortably, folding her legs beneath her butt, Ajani notices the way her shorts have rolled up yet again. And he just so happens to catch the print of her lips right as she sits down.

He quickly tears his eyes away, trying to focus on her. “So … why was you so late?”

“Oh my gosh,” she rolls her eyes. “It’s a lot.”

Leaning back in the chair, he half-shrugs. “I got the time.”

Laughing, she shakes her head. “Alright, well…”

It’s nice, the villa at this time of night. Much quieter … more peaceful.

Everyone had packed up and gone home some time ago. She can’t even remember if Ajani had shut the party down or if people were naturally leaving on their own accord.

Either way, he had lowered the music down to a calm volume. Just something for the two of them.

Oddly enough, they had spent most of the party talking to each other about anything that came to mind. And that’s the thing about conversation with Ajani. Despite being shy, he always manages to bring her out of her shell.

And while that can be a little nerve-wracking at times, she’s really thankful for tonight. It was a welcomed bit of peace in her hectic day-to-day life. She was so glad that he was able to get her a ride.

Which reminds her—

“Thank you for the ride here … I really appreciate it.”

Her voice is soft, yet it grounds him from the sounds of the bugs in the trees and the faint hum of the pool.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a simple shrug.

A tiny gasp comes. “A black truck though?”

His lips press together, a timid smile fighting to be seen.

“I told you to get the cheapest one!”

“It was the only option!”

“You’re lying.”

He sucks his teeth, the corners of his lips naturally rising. She only shakes her head in response, turning away to admire the stillness of the landscape.

His eyes scour the side of her face, saving the image of her side profile in his memory bank.

Fucking perfect.

She turns back, catch his stare. He doesn’t even try to pretend that he wasn’t staring, which only makes her look away—her awkward self.

“Y’know I didn’t even go in the pool yet?”

“You should.”

Wordlessly, he stands to pull off his shirt. And—is it bad to admit that she took a peak or two at his body? He is right in front not her after all. Kicking off his slides, he makes his way over to the pool and slips in.

From the sofa she watches him, a scared smile on her lips. “It’s not cold?”

He stands still for a couple of seconds before turning back to her. “Nah!”

For a moment, he wades silently, feeling her eyes tracing his movements.

“Come!”

“Wha—in the pool?”

He shrugs. “If you want to! I’m not really tryna yell anymore, though!”

Rolling her eyes, she begrudgingly gets to her feet and makes her way over to the pool. Much like she’d been when she first arrived, Diamanté chooses to sit at the foot of a lounge chair closest to the edge of the pool.

“I’m here, so … better make it worth it.” Even as she jokes, she wears a timid smile.

In all of her awkwardness, Ajani will never deny her beauty. As he wades in the cool aquamarine water, staring up into her eyes, his skin grows warm.

Her gaze is a spotlight on him. His confidence is slipping through his fingers like sand by the second.

He clears his throat. “So—uh—how you like the party?”

Diamanté shuffles to the edge of the lounge chair, leaning closer to the pool and him. “It was good, really chill.”

“Yeah?” His face brightens.

“Yeah, but, you know, your parties is always good.” She shrugs, trying to hide her growing smile with the purse of her lips.

He hums, trying to stop his own smile by biting down on his lip. “Better than the last one?”

She blinks slowly. Sucked in by everything about him, she doesn’t even notice how hard she’s staring.

It’s okay, he doesn’t notice it either.

“Yeah.” She rubs her lips together, reminded of the absence of gloss on them. “M’really sorry I came late. I didn’t mean for that to take long—”

“Don’t worry about it, you good. I’m just glad you came,forreal. Almost thought you wasn’t gonna make it,” he chuckles.

“You really saved me with that Uber.” Sitting up, she digs into pulls a tube of lip gloss out of her hoodie to reapply.

And he never knew he’d enjoy watching someone put on lip gloss this much. He wonders what it tastes like.

Screwing the top to the tube back on, she repockets the item before leaning back on her hands.

And as her body moves, his eyes fall down its length. For the first time this evening—or tonight—he finally notices it.

The hot and moist air of the villa has him questioning the zip-up hoodie on her shoulders. And he guesses her biker shorts are saving her from a heat stroke, but who would want to be covered up in this weather?

Not that he’s complaining. The less people get to see of her, the better for him.

Another thing he noticed:

“I ain’t see you get in this pool not once—thought you liked the water?”

Her brown eyes look elsewhere, that nervous smile returning to her newly glossed-lips. “I do,” she drags out.

“So what’s up? You not hot in that hoodie?” he jokes, leaning his elbows against the ledge of the pool.

“I just …” she shrugs again.

“What, you forgot your swimsuit?”

“No, I wore it, I just …” she releases a sigh.

Damn, she can’t even think of a good enough lie.

“You just…?”

They’d been friends for years—Sevyn, Boku, Mykel, Aleya, Ajani and Diamanté—since high school. They’re chosen family at this point.

Their shared histories are filled to the brim with stories of embarrassment. Stories far worse than her small predicament.

And yet, it’s still so hard to say.

“These last few weeks been so busy, it slipped my mind. And I was running around today—“

“Woah, hol’on—D, what are you talking about?” Ajani’s face twists with confusion as he does a bit of a head tilt.

She feels like she’s about to melt into a puddle before him. Her hands itch to cover her face.

“I didn’t … get a wax.”

The pout on her lips in prominent as she rolls her pretty, doe eyes. Admitting it out loud only makes her feel silly.

Ajani stares up at her with a blank look. It’s making the skin on her face burn up.

“Okay?”

She blinks.

“What’s wrong with that?”

And he’s genuinely confused, which … is making her confused.

“Wha—I haven’t … shaved—“

“So what?” He laughs, only to shrug after. “Why’s that a problem?”

She inhales, shoulders tensing up. “I just didn’t want people saying nothing—“

“Uh, I’on know if you noticed, but…“ He glances around them in an exaggerated manner that makes her want to laugh and groan at the same time. “Ain’t nobody here but me and you.”

She scoffs. “That’s not the point.”

“Dia.” He sucks his teeth. “I’m not gon’ laugh at you for something that’s natural. We all grow hair.”

Diamanté’s lips press into a thin line as she contemplates his words.

“We both grown. I’m not ‘bout to call you nasty ‘cause ya shit not bald, what the fuck?”

And although he’s laughing, he’s dead serious. Ajani just hopes that’s enough to convince her. She’s always in her head about some shit.

“Look, just come in the pool. A missed appointment shouldn’t stop you from enjoying the water.”

She stares at him for a moment, as if trying to seek out any lies in his statements.

He only stares back, silently pleading with her to let loose.

Fuck … she can’t believe she’s about to do this.

“Fine,” she sighs out. “Don’t look?”

Silently, he turns around. He doesn’t even fight to hide the large smile spreading across his lips.

From behind, he exudes an air of nonchalance with crossed arms as he leans against the pool’s wall.

“Y’know I’m gonna see it anyway.”

He hopes she doesn’t hear the excitement in his voice.

“Then don’t say nothing!”

He shakes his head, laughing to himself, as she goes silent.

Toeing off her sandals first, Diamanté unzips her sweater second. It leaves her in her small swimsuit top. As her thumbs hook over the hem of her biker shorts, she glances at him.

His back is still turned. The sight brings her only an inch of relief.

With a deep breath, she pushes her shorts down her thick legs. It falls to a puddle around her jeweled ankles.

Second thoughts blossom in her head as she stares down at her self. Wisps of young hairs peak out from the sides of her bikini bottom.

It hasn’t grown out enough to form curls as of yet—she’s diligent in upkeeping her wax. Or, she tries to be.

“Please don’t say nothing, I’m serious.”

He almost laughed, until he heard the pout in her voice.

“I won’t.” He keeps any traces of a humorous tone out of his voice.

Keeping her hands to her front, clasped before her, she steps to the edge of the pool. Slowly, she sits on the stone floor, dipping her legs into the cool water.

Her sharp hiss grabs his attention.

“I could look now?”

“Y-yeah.”

Her voice is even quieter than usual. Slowly, he turns, seeing her at the edge of the pool just a couple of inches from him.

“It’s so cold,” she laughs nervously.

“Just gotta get used to it. Jump in.”

Eyes wide, Diamanté scoffs. “Jump in? Are you crazy?”

“That’s the only way to get used to it,” he chuckles.

She kicks her feet, sloshing the water around. “I’m not getting in all the way, I’m fine like this.”

“Aight.” He’s just happy she’s decided to join him.

Unintentionally, he slips into a bout of silence as his eyes roll over her.

And he takes his time, because truth be told, he’s always thought Diamanté had a nice body—he might even call it perfect.

She’s petite, naturally. He’s heard her complain about her small chest to Aleya and Sevyn more than once, and he’s confused everytime. They fit her body and … they’re cute, he’ll admit it.

But her upper half and height are about where the petite-ness ends. The smooth slope of her small waist spreads into wide hips. She’s got a tiny tummy pudge to match the fat of her ass and thighs.

And looking at her now, there’s even more to love learn about her body. Stretch marks score down the sides of her hips—he finds himself wondering if they’re on her ass, too. And closer to the inners of her thighs, her skin dimples with cellulite.

Without thinking, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip.

“Stop staring.”

His eyes flick up to see her frown. Her thighs squeeze together, the muscles in them flexing.

“My fault. I ain’t mean to stare … but it’s really not that bad, Dia.”

She groans out, actually hiding her face in her hands. “ ‘Jani, I told you—“

“Man—D’ I’m not really tryna hear all that. I told you I didn’t give a fuck,” he laughs, hoping to ease her mood. “It’s just me. C’mon. I’m not gonna expose you or nothing.”

Diamanté tries to steady her breathing. With a shaky sigh, she relaxes the muscles in her thighs, allowing them to fall open.

“See? It’s not bad.” But he doesn’t even try to hide the peak he takes between her legs.

“Alright,” she whines. “Now walk away!”

Amused by her small outburst, he wades farther out into the pool. As he moves, the water’s crystalline lines reflecting off of his dark skin.

“Water’s nice!”

She hums, leaning forward on her arms as she watches him.

“Should join me!”

“Not in a million years,” she giggles, still kicking her polished toes. Her feet had grown used to its temperature, and rather fast, too.

Still, that’s not enough to get her to jump all the way in.

“Are you staying the night here?” She asks, desperate to forget the memory of Ajani pretty much seeing her in such an undone state.

Though, she can’t forget how he stared at her—lust pooling in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says, dipping low to cover more of himself in water. “Agreed to housesit for the weekend in exchange for the having the place for the party.”

She nods to herself wordlessly, forgetting that he can’t see her.

“It’s not scary, staying here by yourself?”

He shrugs, playing in the water. “Not really.” His body twists to look her in the eyes. “Why? You wanna keep me company?”

His smirk makes her eyes roll. “I was just concerned for your well-being.”

“Mmh, yeah aight.”

Silence encapsulates them again as he makes laps around the fairly sized pool. And all Diamanté does is watch, mildly entertained.

She’ll lie to him, but not herself—he really makes the water look good. Almost makes her wish that she could swim.

Then again, she doesn’t want to mess up her hair, so she’s good on that.

“It’s probably so late,” she begins, looking up at the deep-blue night sky.

Is that a star?

“I hope my people don’t trip about me being out so late.”

“Your mom’s still mad strict?”

She comes back down to Earth to share a look with him. “Nah, she’s chilled.” She sighs out, remembering the days of having a curfew.

Anytime she’d break it, it was her ass. But, Ajani was always there to save the day, bringing her to her mother’s doorstep in one peace with a polished excuse for as to why she was thirty minutes late.

Her mother always felt safe about Ajani being the one to take her home—though it didn’t save her from a couple of scoldings.

She always thought he did it out of the kindness of his heart; Ajani’s a good friend like that.

That friend word; She frowns at the thought.

Really, she can’t stand using that word to describe their relationship. But, that’s the reality of it all, right?

Why would he ever want to be with a girl who’s got a curfew and a bedtime? One who’s the quietest in the group and has got virtually no life experiences.

Everyone in the group has a story to tell. Everyone but her.

“What you thinking so hard for?”

Her head picks up, finding him much closer than before. He’s standing at full height again, just a couple of inches of water separating them.

If he were any closer, his head would be at her chest.

As for his question, she only shrugs.

“You got that mad look on your face.”

She cracks a smile. “No, I don’t.”

“Aah, see?” He says pointing at her. “C’mon, tell me. What’s up?”

She turns her head away to look at a nearby palm tree. It’s too easy to get lost in his eyes.

Breathing in, her chest tightens. “Help me get into the water?”

A smile spreads across his face, slowly revealing his pearly white teeth.

“And don’t drop me neither,” she says as he makes his way over to stand in between her legs.

“Want me to carry you?” He looks up into her eyes and she can barely swallow her own spit.

She nods.

As he reaches out to grasp her thighs, her body tenses, realizing just how close they are. All she can remember is her small predicament.

His surprisingly warm hands softly grip her thighs, pulling her forward. “Jump.”

“Okay,” she whispers, throwing her arms around his neck and jumping into his arms. All the while, her worries remain at the back of her head.

With a grunt, he holds her up, letting her wrap her short legs around his waist. He lifts her by an inch, adjusting to hold her better. And as he does so, his fingers sink into the fat at the underside of her ass.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah,” she says, voice shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement.

He makes sure she isn’t truly submerged, protecting her from the cold water. Just the same as when was sitting at the edge, the water only reached her knees.

Ensuring that she’s safe, Ajani slowly backs away from the wall.

“Want me to dip you?”

“No!”

She hugs him tighter, squeezing laughter out of him.

“I’m playing, I’m playing…”

As his laughter dies down, he notices that his face is pressed to her chest as she keeps him close. And his silence prompts her to notice the same thing.

“Oh—sorry.”

She loosens her hold on him, her shy smile making a reappearance.

“It’s okay.” His eyes rake over her top half. For the first time, he sees the small tattoo on her sternum, right in the middle of her small boobs: 𝟓☆

“What?” She looks down at him, eyes widening with concern.

“I ain’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Oh … yeah,” she laughs. “I got it like … a couple weeks ago.”

He takes a swipe at his bottom lip before looking back up into her eyes. “It looks good.”

“Thank you.”

As they stare into each other’s eyes, Diamanté feels herself growing more and more timid. She wants to look away, but she can’t.

Ajani, on the other hand, feels a growth spurt in his confidence take root.

Now or never.

“I’m really glad you came, D’.”

Her cheeks are hurting from how much she smiles.

“Y’know, I made the party small ‘cause … I just wanted you to enjoy it,” he confesses, voice soft with a gentle rasp. “More than the other ones.”

She hates to admit how nervous it’s making her. And how much she likes it.

Her eyes bounce back and forth between his. “I always enjoy your parties. I just—” she shrugs. “—like spending time with you.”

God, he loves this girl so much, he could just fucking kiss her.

So he does.

He leans up, pressing his lips into hers. No doubt, it catches her off guard. And he pulls back to gauge her reaction.

Her supple lips are parted, and her expression is open, doe eyes wide.

“I really fuck with you, Dia, on some real shit.”

Her face softens.

“And I want you, seriously. Not on no one-night shit.”

She blinks, brain stuttering. God, she doesn’t know what to say. All she knows is that she feels the same.

Her hand caresses the side of his face as she leans into gently kiss his lips. This time, he lets her lead. And he could faint. Her lips are like the softest pillows. Her kisses are so gentle and sweet and it’s making him dizzy with want.

Gripping the underside of her legs harder, he begins to kiss back. He sucks on her plump bottom lip. Her shit tastes like cherries, and her gloss isn’t sticky at all.

He moans into the kiss.

Her other hand comes up to hold his head. As she kisses him more, his mouth opens wider to let his tongue peak through. Twisting her head, she opens her mouth to suck on his tongue.

She can taste the drinks her had earlier—hours ago.

“Fuck,” he whispers against her lips.

A centimeter of space separates them as they breathe in each other’s air. Diamanté hesitates for a second before granting herself permission to reach in and nip at his bottom lip.

She barely pulls it, but the action excites him nonetheless.

“Fuck this shit.”

Hoisting her up higher, she lets out a tiny yelp. He takes them back to the wall of the pool. With ease, he rests her down on the edge, keeping between her thighs.

His lips crash back into hers, the kiss this time far more passionate than the last.

The wet smacks of their kissing makes her face heat up. And he can sense her shell coming back up. He holds her chin with the crook of his fingers, keeping her in place.

A soft whine catches his attention—it’s so cute.

He pulls away, granting her mercy.

“Stay tonight?”

She rolls her lips into her mouth, feeling them buzz as she presses them together.

“Please?” He asks, pushing his face into her neck. He places an open mouth kiss there.

The sensation has her eyes fluttering. “Okay,” she sighs out.

He pulls back and she’s so thankful. She doesn’t think she could’ve handled any more of the neck kisses. Her heart might’ve beat its way out of her chest.

He leans back in, pressing a smooch to her lips. But it doesn’t take long for his lips to find their way to her neck.

One hand grips her small waist, the other slips to her left ass cheek. It pulls at the string of her bikini. He sucks a hickey deep in the skin over her collar bone.

A sharp gasp leaves her, back straightening.

He only goes lower, marking up her chest. So focused on claiming her, he sucks a bruise into her right breast, damn near pushing her bra tap out of the way.

The purple bruise is positioned right next to her dark nipple.

Pulling back, he looks up at her with stars and fire in his eyes. “You do fucking pretty, Mama.”

She chews on her bottom lip to hide her smile.

The string of her bikini is pulled so taut it makes its way halfway down the globe of her ass cheek. “Body so perfect,” he rasps, letting the swimsuit go just to lay a heavy-handed smack on her ass.

“Stop,” she whispers, trying to hide her face in his neck.

The hand on her waist rounds her body to rub at her back.

“Nah,” he chuckles. “Been wanting to let you know that shit. Look at me,” he says, pulling away to get a good look at her.

Her demure look makes him want to ruin her—the sweet, innocent little Diamanté. The princess of the friend group.

His princess.

His eyes are low, his gaze making her squirm in her seat. He rubs on her spread thigh.

“Lemme show you?”

Is this real?

Her heart almost stops in her chest.

“H-how?”

A devilish smirk lifts his lips. Bringing his gaze low, he curls a finger over her bikini bottoms’ string. He pulls at it before releasing to let it snap back into place.

“‘Jani—“

“And don’t start with that hair bullshit. We grown, Diamanté. I don’t give a fuck about a little bit’a hair.”

She goes quiet.

He grips her thighs, hands closer to the inner parts. “So you gon’ let me eat it or not?”

This can’t be the same Ajani that would drop her home on time. The one that would hold doors open for her and make it a point to always be so gentle with her.

She swallows. “O-okay,” she nods.

“You sure?” He raises a brow, looking her in the eyes.

“Yes.”

“Bet.”

She can see the veins standout in his arms as he wrestles her bikini bottoms down the fat of her hips and ass. She lifts just a bit to aid in the undress.

When he finally drags them down her thick legs, he tosses her bottoms somewhere in the pool. And before she can close her legs to hide, he pulls them open to see her prized honeypot.

The hair suits her, but he hardly even notes it. Not when he’s too eager to get her in his mouth.

“Lean back.” He licks his lips, staring at it.

“Wait—“

He looks up, seeing the apprehension clear on her face.

“Does … does it look … bad?”

His face flattens and he sucks his teeth. “Be serious, D.”

“I am serious,” she whines.

“I told you already—“ He leans down to press a quick kiss to her tummy. “You fuckin’ perfect.” He kisses lower and lower, until his face is eye level with her pussy. “Now lemme get a taste.”

Cupping her ass, he lifts her closer—getting up close and personal. Instinctively, she has a hand on top of his head, mentally apologizing for probably fucking up his braids.

He plants a kiss on the pudge of her pussy. With ease, he tosses her legs over his wide shoulders before diving in to open-mouth smooch her clit.

Her fingers curl in his hair and her back arches, pushing her pussy deeper into his face.

He licks and sucks at her clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves. And all too quickly does Diamanté fall into an oasis of pleasure, blinded by it.

For a second, he pulls back to get a good look at her. With one hand, he pulls back the hood to get the perfect view of her engorged clit.

It’s not a tiny little bud, rather, a sizable button that is far too easy to find. And he wants to keep pressing it until she can’t handle it no more.

Hands hooked on her legs, Ajani slobbers her up. His tongue is focused on her clit. Sometimes it’ll dip lower to lick at her opening, but his main focus is what’s on top.

“Tastes so good, baby.”

Her hips shift back and forth, working against his face as her body begs for more. She never thought she’d enjoy dirty talk this much.

“So fucking obsessed with you,” he hums, the vibrations making her clench repeatedly.

She grips harder, head falling back to release louder moans.

“My favorite fruit.”

Her thighs tremble as he holds them up. She’s leaking like crazy, and he’s there to lick it up every time. The only reprieve she gets is when he pulls up for air.

“Why you hide this shit from me, Dia?”

She mewls, reaching a shaky hand down to soothe her overstimulated clit. Only for him to smack it away.

“What I just say?”

“S’too much, ‘Jani—”

“Too much?”

She barely nods when a light spank is laid on her cunt, and she flinches with the gasp of a breath.

Ajani watches her pudgy mound tremble, noticing how it leaks from the impact.

“I’on know, it seems like you like that shit.”

“I—“

He smacks her again, just a little harder. The jolt of pleasure triggered a noticeably stronger stream to trickle out of her. His eyes are focused on her cunt, entranced by its sensitivity.

“Seems like you really like that shit.”

He lays one more slap to her pussy, only to override it with friction as he quickly rubs the rough pads of his fingers over her clit.

“O-oh—fuck!“

Her body shudders and her face scrunches up. Mouth drops open and then—

Squirt sputters out of her before growing into a harsh spray of her fluids hit him.

She tries in vain to grip his wrist to get him to stop. He only continues, keeping up his lightning quick pace.

As she only continues to spray, he watches her milky white cream dribble out of her clenching hole.

“Shit,” he whispers, watching it all.

When she finishes, he pulls his hand away to place a kiss on her clit.

She whines, trying to scoot back from his mouth.

“Uh, uh.” Ajani grips her hips, keeping her steady as he sops up a remnants of her cream.

When he finishes, he pulls back up to grasp her by the neck. He pulls her in to tongue kiss her nice and slow. She moans, tasting the sweet tang of herself on his tongue.

He pulls back, staring into her eyes.

“Swear I’ma have you coming like that the whole night.”

And her clit pulses just thinking about it.

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