#and it's not too long since my dad saw my leather cuffs and collars and i still haven't fully recovered from that either(nothing happened)

[myrkkymato]

Just told my mom I'm learning shibari :|

[peaches-of-1]

Happy Birthday, Joonie! (Dom!Version)

Female!Reader | Male!Reader

Background: You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend Namjoon yet, and so you decided to have your first time together on his birthday as an “extra special” birthday gift.

A/N: This has been in my drafts since last year. Please tell me if there are female pronouns that I forgot to get rid of.

The two of you danced together on stage. It was your first time being shown off like this. The boys were on their US tour, and you were able to tag along this time. Today was extra special since since it was your boyfriend Namjoon’s birthday. You were the one to bring his birthday cake to him after he did “Trivia: Love”

You were wearing his favorite suit on you and the one you knew he’d love on you the most.

It was a simple patterned suit that fit you quite well and accentuated your booty which Namjoon loved. It was black with white lines on it creating squares on the blazer and pants. You wore a simple black tie and white dress shirt under it...and something under the dress shirt.

He didn’t know that though. The nerves almost got to you since it had only been a few weeks since you had gone public with your relationship, about the same time their album dropped. However, all you really cared about was singing happy birthday to the man you loved.

“Oh my god!” Namjoon said, covering his face and sliding it down to his mouth.

The whole audience was singing along but you were the only one he heard, “Happy Birthday, dear Namjoon. Happy birthday to you~”

You held out the cake to him, “Blow out the candles!”

He closed his eyes, made a wish, and then blew out the candles. Then Namjoon grabbed you around the waist and kissed you. He looked like he was about to cry.

“Ah, you’re so great, jagi.” He kissed the side of your head. “I know I said earlier that getting to perform for you guys was the best birthday present, but I think my girlfriend has you beat.”

The crowd was a mix of laughter, cheers, and a few boos.

Namjoon then looked at you again, “You look amazing. Spin for me?”

You did as told and spun in a circle as he held one of your hands above your head.

“It almost looks like he can’t wait to give you another birthday present later on, huh, hyung?” Taehyung said and raised his eyebrows.

The crowd screamed in reply. Jungkook got in the middle and separated the two of you as Yoongi made barfing noises into his own microphone.

“Guys, we have a concert to do. Everyone say goodbye to Namjoon’s boyfriend!”

“Bye Namjoon’s boyfriend!”

You bowed and waved and went backstage while the boys performed the rest of their set list. You were brought out again as they did their goodbye song “Love Yourself: Answer” and danced with Namjoon who hugged you from the back saying that you were one of his reasons.

The party continued all the way back at the hotel as the boys went live to show them eating the cake from earlier.

It was a mango chocolate cake that you two had eaten on your first date together and you had gotten it made just for today. The two of you fed each other pieces of cake. Sometimes, it was just cute while other times the guys teased you for being such an adorably gross couple. All of you drank since tomorrow was a later performance.

Yoongi was the first to turn in with Jimin turning in soon after. While everyone was telling them goodnight, you whispered in Namjoon’s ear that you were going to get his second birthday present ready. You told the live stream audience goodnight and then went into the bedroom.

The other guys asked what you had gone to do and he explained. Hobi asked if they should end the livestream. Namjoon said it was fine and then answered some questions and drank some more.

“What are you going to do for your birthday? Anything special?” Jungkook read from the chat.

“This is special!” He laughed. “We might do something tomorrow before the concert, but I’m not expecting much. Yoongi already gave me his gift, do you guys wanna see? I wore it tonight.”

Namjoon showed off a black beaded bracelet to the camera and asked if they could see it. Yoongi had one that looked the same in white, he explained. He had seen his friend wearing it for a while and complimented him on it a lot and so Yoongi got him one for his birthday. Namjoon hadn’t been expecting it. He laughed as he thought about how it was given to him.

“I was eating a Korean BBQ with the guys and the staff has just finished singing to me.”

“Why do they do that? It’s weird.” Jin asked. “Just let us surround your table and sing you the song of birthing celebrations, what the fuck.” He started laughing at himself.

The others laughed a bit too and Namjoon continued, “And so I was sort of embarassed and Yoongi asked me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. I did but then he told me I wasn’t doing it right since I was doing it like this.”

He spread out all his fingers to show everyone, “But he wanted me to hold it like this.” The treelike leader put his fingers together and made a cup with his large hands. “After I did my hand like that, he slid something onto my wrist. It was the bracelet. I mean, he could’ve just put it in my hand but instead he put it on for me.”

“Yoongi probably thought you’d break his gift if you put it on yourself.” Taehyung joked.

Namjoon laughed and blushed, “He’s probably right.”

He wondered what was taking you so long when you entered the room again in nothing but a pink babydoll dress with a bow on the front. Everyone just stared and pizza was even hanging out of Hobi’s mouth as he forgot how to chew.

You smiled as the guys quickly averted their eyes and looked at their leader who was slowly realizing what was going on. Biting your lip, you waited to see what he would do. Namjoon set his jaw and raised his eyebrow when he saw the matching pink collar around your throat.

“Tonight?” He asked.

As a response, you tossed him a ring with a single key on it. He caught it and then you returned to the bedroom to let them wrap up and also because you felt as though you were about to cum right then and there from the excitement of being seen. The anticipation of everything made your heart pound but didn’t stop you for strutting down the hallway to tease the others.

“Alone. Get out. Now.” Namjoon said before they could ask and followed his girlfriend.

The other four guys stood and went into the hallway to let the couple have their time alone. In the hallway, Taehyung helped their oldest hyung stand and Hobi said goodbye to the fans with Jungkook who said that they needed to get some sleep before tomorrow’s concert. By sleep is that they had to go some porn to fap to because they weren’t expecting you to turn them on like that and they didn’t want to masturbate to their member’s boyfriend.

Before the camera shut off, Hobi said, “So he really did wear that on stage, huh?”

~~~~~~

Namjoon smirked as you stood in the middle of the room being cute. A shiver ran through you when he met your eyes. He really wasn’t kidding when he said he was a dominant. His goofy and shy aura had basically disappeared as he loosened his tie, and you felt like you were supposed to be on your knees.

“You look delicious, my prince.”

You swallowed and said the line you had been rehearsing all day, “So you wanna unwrap your present?”

He licked his lips, “I’d rather savor you now. But first, let’s talk. Anything you’re uncomfortable with doing that we haven’t talked about before?”

You shook your head, “I’m pretty sure I’ve told you all my hard stops, anyways, I trust you enough to treat me right.”

Namjoon smiled and pulled you towards him, kissing you and feeling the collar around your throat. His other hand caressed your body and squeezed your hand before giving it a firm slap. You squeaked and bit your lip, making him chuckle at how eager you were.

“Ok, rules,” He put his blazer up and looked around the room, spotting the toys you had set up on the desk.

“We’ll use colors for safe words. Red for stop. Yellow for caution and green for I’m good. Got it?”

“Got it.”

He turned around with a pair of leather cuffs dangling from his finger, “Also, call me Daddy. No hyung while we’re doing this.”

You smiled, “I always do.”

The way you called him was either Daddy or Hyung, and so he smiled at you knowing it was basically the truth. Namjoon told you to hold out your wrists. You did as told and he cuffed them, making sure they weren’t too tight. He said that this was the best way to do it in order for you to support yourself better.

You nodded and he touched your cheek, making you look at him.

“Everything ok, jagi? We don’t have to do this.”

“N-no, I want...I want to, Daddy. I’m just nervous and excited at the same time. I wanna be good for you.”

He smiled and kissed your lips, “You will be.”

Namjoon’s voice had deepened, and he was so sure of himself. You couldn’t help but shiver. Also, the way he was caressing your spine made it more intense. He picked up your chin and leaned close. You expected another kiss.

“Bed.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You nodded and did as told, sitting in the middle of the bed, trying to find a comfortable position for your arms. You settled with letting them be in the middle of your legs as they were in a V shape. Namjoon tilted his head and bit his lip as he looked at you, grabbing the second set of cuffs and put them on your ankles. He then grabbed a bottle of lube and something else from the table.

“I’m guessing you cleaned yourself back there, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He smiled, “God, I love when you call me that.”

You wiggled and smiled in reply, rolling over to present your ass when he stopped you. To say you were confused was an understatement. He gave you a deadpan look of slight anger.

“Did I tell you to move?”

“No...I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He put the lube and fancy beaded butt plug to the side and told you to hold your legs. You weren’t exactly sure how well you could do it, and so he did it for you. Namjoon put your cuffed arms around your legs to keep them out of the way. Your knees were pressing against your chest.

Your daddy leaned over you as he fingered your ass with lubed up fingers. A whine escaped your lips and he smiled. He watched your every expression and loved the way your brows knitted together and listened to your breaths. When you had relaxed enough, he knew you were ready.

He rubbed your calves, “Deep breaths, my prince.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You felt the toy go inside bit by bit while Namjoon sung your praises. He told you how good you were doing until it was all in. Then he started to rub your front and chuckled at your sudden moan that caught yourself off guard. He only rubbed the outside, and you bit back your moans.

“We’ve barely even started, and you’re so wet, cutie.”

He started playing with your most sensitive area, and it was so hard to hold back. Just the sound of your own voice embarrassed you. Still you whined since it felt so good!

“Do you want me to go harder, jagi?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. Please...please Daddy.”

Namjoon flicked your tip and watched you writhe, “Nope.”

“Why noootttt?”

He left your top alone and started rubbing and playing with your lower bits that had gotten wet from all of your precum, “I won’t be doing anything more than this unless I get to hear your pretty moans. Understood?”

Your cheeks started to burn as you let out your small moans and whines more than before. Namjoon became more intense and you did your best to roll your hips even in your unique position.

“Louder.”

The louder you got, the faster he went. His sleeves were rolled up before, but now they tickled your hips as you started to reach your first climax. Namjoon watched your face in the strained position knowing you weren’t going to cum, but it was fun because you thought you were.

His hot breath fell on your neck, “Are you close?”

A moan in reply before, “Yessss, Daddy.”

Your body was all covered in sweat and you moved towards his fingers when he suddenly pulled them out. A desperate and frustrated whine left your lips as you opened your eyes to see Namjoon holding his fingers to your mouth. It was obvious what he wanted, and a ball of excitement was in your stomach. You wanted to do it...however, he did just ruin your orgasm.

Instead, you pouted at him and stuck up your nose as his long fingers covered in your precum. He rubbed your lips. You were going to do what he wanted. You were a very bad brat, so your mouth was opened in an instant and sucking his fingers clean. They felt so very nice as they danced around your tongue making sure even the in between spots.

Namjoon smiled, “Good boy.”

Your eyes widened and your pace quickened as you recieved those words. It was as if he was pulling your submissive side out even more with those two simple words. He was a powerful man.

That man then pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the bed. He helped you out of your current position and you asked what he was going to do to you next since you wanted him to fuck you. It wasn’t happening tho. Daddy decided to use another toy on you instead. He grabbed a vibrator and a bullet vibrator, two bullet vibrators.

The ankle cuffs weren’t connected like the ones on your wrists were, so when he told you to spread yourself for him, you did without question. He stuck the bullet vibrator inside your needy ass and added the vibrator to your front. Both were turned off. With the second pink bullet, he set it aside, suddenly getting an idea.

That idea was nipple clamps. He pouted when he realized there was a giagantic pink bow in the way. Namjoon told you to put your hands above your head. After you did with a “Yes, Daddy.” He got close, so vary close to your face.

You saw his lips and wanted to kiss them, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he rubbed your whole torso and squeezed your chest under the lingerie that was still on. You moaned, your mouth hanging open. It wasn’t until now that you realized his dark brown eyes were now pitch black with lust.

“How much did this cost?”

“$25.”

He gave a grin the devil himself couldn’t replicate, “Good. It’ll be easy to replace.”

Before you had time to ask what he meant, Namjoon tore it off your body, leaving you completely naked and in a new state of completely aroused. He just fucking did that, dropping the skimpy outfit on the floor.

“Better. God, I can’t wait until I get to fuck you.”

“I mean...you can do it now...” You said, hoping he would bite.

He chuckled, “Patience, my Prince. Kneel on the floor, please.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You got onto the floor. Namjoon returned to you with the nipple clamps and placed them on your very perky nips. He then hung the bullet from it. When everything turned on, you saw stars and started to moan louder than you had the whole night.

“Da-Da-Daddyyy! Oh my god! How--I--ahh!” It was hard to think and get the words out. What were you even trying to say? You didn’t know.

Namjoon just chuckled and did that smile he does when he’s amused. You were honestly trying hard not to cry. It was embarrassing in the best way since you couldn’t stop moaning and it felt so good. All you could do to bear it was to set your hands on the floor to keep you from falling over. Namjoon sat on the bed and unzipped his pants as you struggled to keep the vibrator in place. It was a constant struggle of it pulling too much on your nipples and over-stimulation on your skin but also needing that stimulation to get off.

He loved watching his prince struggle so beautifully. The way he called out his name was so great. He would have to record this the next time they did it, maybe add it to a song or several for his next mixtape. Namjoon shook his head and scolded himself for thinking of work when his prince was soaking the carpet beneath him.

“Daddyyyy, gonna cummmm.”

“Not without permission. Ask me.”

You whined but couldn’t help but smile a bit at how stern he was being. Never had you loved being ordered around before.

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“No, ask again.”

It took you a minute to ask again because a wave of lust went through you, but you had to hold back. Again, he said no even as you had become a drooling mess. This happened several times until you covered your mouth with your hands to keep from crying out.

Namjoon grabbed your hands, “Now you’re going to have to wait even longer for disobeying me. I told you not to hold back your moans, and yet--oh fuck!”

Your brain was too hazy to focus properly especially when his dick was bouncing in front of you like that. All you wanted was it inside of you and your mouth was the closest thing to it, and so you started sucking on Namjoon’s cock, fitting as much as you could inside your mouth.

He chuckled and called you a naughty prince. It wasn’t until now that you realized how subby you must’ve looked. Namjoon was mostly clothed with only his dick in your needy mouth while you were full of lube and toys, your only covering were leather cuffs after he literally tore your clothes off.

Daddy growled as he held your head, “Such a--ugh--naughty princey, aren’t you? Im...patient too. Couldn’t wait for Daddy to give you his juicy dick, huh?”

You moaned in reply. He caressed your hair and told you that you were doing such a good job. Joonie told you to give him a color for face fucking and pulled your head back.

“Green.” You said, out of breath.

“Good boy. If it’s ever too much, bite down. It’ll hurt, but I will stop. Now relax your jaw and let Daddy take control.”

Letting Namjoon face fuck you was a beautiful and messy thing. His dick going down your throat and the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were too focused on his dick not to cum before, but now you had to grip the carpet fibers to make sure you came without permission.

“Swallow for me, Princey. Swallow as much as you can. Gonna cum!”

He held you close to where your nose was pressed into his abdomen. You swallowed as much as you could but ended up coughing as your vision blurred with tears. Daddy pat your back until you were ok, but you heard him chuckle and looked at him. He said you were beautiful and asked if he could take a picture of your face like this.

“Yeah.” You swallowed and he grabbed his phone.

Once the picture was taken, he said you finally got to ride his dick. You were happy and so close to cumming until he turned them off. There was a puddle underneath you. Namjoon licked the toys that tasted like you and had finally decided to join you in complete nudity. He took out all the toys except the one in your ass and told you to ride him as he sat in one of the chairs in the room. He didn’t rush you as you slid down and weren’t able to take all of his girth inside of you.

Even the lube and the condom didn’t make things easy. You began bouncing on him and whining as he peppered your neck with hickeys of all shapes and sizes. You begged him to let you cum, and he said you could cum after he did again.

“But, Daddyyyy~” You whined.

Daddy pulled the leash, “Do you wanna cum by yourself?”

You pouted, “Noooo...”

He growled into your ear, “Then make Daddy cum first.”

You started to move your hips more, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good bpy.”

As horny as you were, you didn’t care about your moans being loud or that Hoseok was knocking on the wall probably trying to sleep. Namjoon just made you moan louder by surprising you with moving his hips deeper inside you, rubbing against the vibrator. He chuckled and pulled you back so that he could whisper and growl into your ear a single command.

“Drown him out with your moans, Jagi.”

“Yes! Daddy!” You just about screamed.

He held your hips and pulled you down on him more. You could handle it, but it was just a lot. You moaned and he threw an arm around your waist to force you back more. Your legs twitched and you whined so loudly as he did.

“Green.” You said since you could tell he was about to ask. “Fuck me, Daddy, please. I wanna make you cuuuummmm.”

He grinned, “Just what I wanted to hear.”

Namjoon lifted you up and switched your positions so that your knees were on the chair and he was pounding you from behind. You were a teary eyed mess as you screamed his title again and again. Daddy Namjoon was having the time of his life with his dirty little prince. He decided you had been good enough. Even though he loved when your asshole tightened against him as you tried to hold back another orgasm, he knew you deserved it.

“Cum for me, my Prince. Let me hear you scream my name!”

“Daddyyyyy Nam-joooonnnn!!! Ahhhh!!!”

An ocean of unreleased climaxes hit you and you shuddered as Namjoon leaned over to play with your cock to make it even more intense. You were leaking a lot more than you thought you were supposed to be. Namjoon suddenly pulled back, accidentally choking you with the collar and fell on the ground.

“What the fuck?!!” He asked, suddenly sounding concerned.

You were so blisssed out but were able to muster an equally concerned, “What happened?”

“You’re so wet, like that’s not normal, is it?”

You looked at the blue one seater and covered your mouth in shock and started to laugh.

“Hyung, you made me squirt. I literally soaked it. It’s normal.” You laid down on your back since he had taken you down with him when he fell. “You gotta send this to the group chat or at least take a picture.”

“This is...holy shit!” He laughed, snapping another picture of your first night having sex.

You then handed him the leash, “Round two?”

The two of you came many more times with Namjoon trying to get you to squirt again. He succeeded once more before the two of you literally passed out on the bed after he stripped off the wet covers. You could not move even if you tried. Namjoon, as exhausted as he was, carried you to the couch in the living room since he recovered first.

He even got you water and snacks from the mini fridge.

“I’m sorry to make you do so much on your birthday.”

Your boyfriend smiled at you and kissed you deeply, “1. It’s no longer my birthday since it’s after midnight. 2. It’s the absolute least I can do and 3. I’m way too tired to actually clean up in there.”

You kissed your boyfriend and laid in his lap, “Happy Birthday, Joonbug.”

[brattywriters-anonymous]

A Rose In Harlem

OC x Erik Story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

Warnings: Language

@chaneajoyyy

Chapter IX: Rize

February 6, 2014

22 HOURS BEFORE SHOWTIME.REHEARSAL, NINE PM.

"Ladies, Gents! Find Seats! Sit in them!" All twenty-four models followed Yani's request. We just wrapped our rehearsal, everyone did phenomenal. I can only pray that we get it like this at 583 Park Ave. Yani and I have been thee dynamic duo for the past seventy-two hours. I've been steaming outfits, she's been bagging accessories. I've been designing roll-away walls, she's been contacting every contractor in her contacts to design the black and gold glitter floors.

Honestly, in the past month, Yani and I have been on our hustle. I finished my last shoot and have been on go since. Erik and I have basically been like two ships passing in the night. I usually would leave before him, and come home after he arrived. We never talked about my father's birthday, our kiss..well..kisses. None of it. I've been too busy. Yasin and I have been texting here and there, but I haven't seen him either. He's been understanding about it though. The only person I've been spending my time with is Yani.

We've collectively gotten maybe eight hours of sleep in three days. So now, we're just exhausted and over it. We're trying to get this rehearsal over and done with. The theater's silence is my queue to step on the stage, I do so, scanning my models faces. They're looking like kids on Christmas Eve. So excited for what the next day has to bring. Their faces make me grateful, my smile spreads and everyone breaks out in applause. I decipher a few, "Yeah Syd!" "You did it girl!" and "Woos" in the crowd, I yield my hands up and down, they lower their yells. "Hey everybody, We're down to the wire here. We're less than a day away. We've been working our asses off for a month and a half. I couldn't have ever gotten this done without any of you. I'm excited for everyone to see our hard work. I'm even more excited for you to see your hard work pay off."

I point to Iyo in the control center, He dims the lights and lower the projector screen. "I now present to you.. UPTXWN." Applause rings out as the projector displays a drone clip of High Bridge among the sunrise and Syd's voiceover, "Uptown, Home of the greats. From The Bronx, to Harlem. The place I know, the place I love." The six models she started with appear on the screen, daringly sitting on the railing, laughing with one another in their high end garments. "Our hustles.. It always had this special..thing about it. We always went a little harder. Thought a little smarter. Emerged to the top a bit faster." Photos of me and all of Uptown's finest begins scrolling through from right to left. From a photo of me and Dapper Dan when I was fresh out of college. Diddy and I when I was an intern at Chanel. With Kerry Washington a bit after Save the Last Dance came out when I was twelve. Sistah Souljah, Kid Capri, Bianca (aka Young B), Cam'ron, Juelz, and Jim Jones back when Rock-a-fella were still together, Kalis, and finally, A$AP Mob & me when they were fresh in the game back in 2011.

"And when we're on top, we set trends. We define eras. Their stamps will forever be evident in our culture. Here's mine. Here's UPTXWN." All of the photos scroll backwards and the screen goes black for a few seconds. Images of the Big L tribute wall outside of the Harlem Up Deli Market, in black and white appear, then the same original six models; Sam, Levi, Von, Jade, Deanna, and Cass kneeling at different levels, crowded around the wall. Making sure not to block his face or name. Then Pretty Flako instrumental bangs through the theater's speakers. The TV flake transition changes to the Bailey house shoot. The drone shot pans around the corner of the property, all twenty four models posing looking like royalty draped in over $80,000 worth of clothes collectively.  The visual pans over to a slowed down visual of Nina flashing her bottom grill, her thick frame vibing out to the up tempo beat. Then to Xierra kneeling beside her, giving face in her side profile. The screen shortly displays a wide pan of the property and models again, then switches to Levi. Iyo's suggested scene of displaying the details of his tattoos on his shirtless body-- while simultaneously showing the VVS necklace, the embroidery on the custom one of a kind jean jacket; came out perfectly.

The photos of each model in each of their looks scroll through at the right speed so each detail is fully displayed. Every model stands up, showing off as their photos went across the screen. As Gina's photoset emerges, I turn to the screen so I can roll my eyes. I instantly become reminded of how flirty she was with Erik before Yani had to snatch her up to take these.  Yani stands beside me, peeping the entire scene, "Girl, suck it up. She in it now. Let's get it over with." I shake it off, turning back to the models.  

The park Marcus Garvey Amphitheater scene pops up, it was a gloomy overcast. Which was perfect for the theme. As the looping instrumental repeats, each model was either sitting at the top of the folding seats, or crouched on the seat of the folding seats. The collective total of every look? $110,878. I'm lucky I got such great relationships with these clients and these models didn't fuck up any of they shit. The first visual was Von, on the center stage. His long hair hanging over his entire face. He rocked this black long open hooded jacket, shirtless. Displaying his massive musical themed chest piece. It gave me a grim reaper vibe that I was definitely looking for. The jacket was a piece I asked Chris Brown's people to create for their Black Pyramid line. They fucked with the vision and agreed to do it. Von flipped the bottom of the jacket back with force, the rest of the models appeared on stage, smoke filled the stage floor as the all black visual came to life. Gina and Cass rocked matching contrast dresses, Cass was the only model not in black that day. I put her in a white intricate lace Erdem Dress. Gina wore the matching Black dress.

Jade and Deanna were back to back. Jade was wearing a black deep v neck, with a leather ribbed comme des garcons jacket. With a cascading gold necklace reaching her stomach. Accompanied with black and gold aviator Louis Vuitton shades,  Black ripped Levis I thrifted on the East side, and Jefferey Campbell's Legion booties. Deanna was wearing my favorite outfit of that day. A black long sleeved Oscar De La Renta ruffled shirt with cut out shoulders, a Burberry black ruffled skirt, and black Averil Doc Martin boots. Her bamboos and three finger ring spelling out her name put a street edge on her look that was near and dear to my Harlem bred heart. GG beat every woman's face and gave them the same cohesive smokey eye with the black, In The Spirit MAC lipstick. The only difference makeup wise was Cass' white undereye liner.

Once again the photos of every model starts cascading slideshow style. Johan was my second favorite look for that shoot, He rocked a black high low long sleeved Alexander Wang shirt, black distressed Givenchy jeans, and his personal black on black Ralph Lauren Hi Boots. I was going to put him in some other shoes, but I saw the ones he had on and they looked way better with the fit. We accompanied that look with a black Cuban link necklace, the matching bracelet, and Dolce & Gabana retro flip up  round glasses.

Everyone's rave reactions trigger my tears of joy, it's all of our first times seeing the visual's final product and I couldn't be any more proud. This has really been my baby. I've nurtured it, I've put in the work for it. This moment was like its graduation. Everyone looks at me, "Awwwwww!" Yani gives me a big hug, "I'm proud of you, kid." I squeeze her, "I'm proud of us, kid." I push out a laugh.

The final shoot displayed the brownstones on Mount Morris Park, the street right outside of Marcus Garvey Park. Where my parents' old brownstone was. I only needed my original six for this one, since all twenty-four wouldn't fit on the stoop. That day, it was sunny. Not one cloud in sight. Perfect lighting for the intimate shoot. The theme was spring, specifically, pastel colors.

I dressed Jade in a pastel yellow Ted Baker maxi dress, I accessorized her outfit with vintage canary yellow teardrop earrings with a matching tennis bracelet. She wore some nude Christian Louboutin spiked peep toed heels. She stands up when she finds her face and yells while twerking, "Long Hair! Red Bottoms! Long Hair! Red Bottoms!" Everyone, including me burst out in laughter. She kept saying it so much during the shoot, I let her keep them. Paid the $1,500 tab too. Deanna was draped in a Monroe and Main white two piece suit with black accents on the collar and cuffs. We accompanied that with my personal pearls I got from my mom before she passed, some white Manolo Blahnic pumps, and some VVS diamond earrings while her hair popped in the sunlight. She wore her low cut with a rose gold tint. I put Cass in a pair of nude Emilio Pucci wide legged trousers, a White Alexander McQueen peplum top, and a matching nude blazer was draping over her shoulders. Her accessories was a silver double C Chanel choker, charm rings from Tiffany Co., and a vintage Chanel crossbody, gifted from Karl Lagerfeld himself. He said I needed something old for my collection.

The guys were matching my girls' fly. Von parallels Deanna with a Tom Ford cotton two piece suit,  I laced him with some white Versace loafers with the gold Medusa emblem on the center, with the Cuban link chain Johan wore at the Marcus Garvey shoot, and golden Panthere De Cartier  rounded sunglasses. Levi's parallel was for Jade's look. He wore a pastel yellow Calvin Klein. Accompanied with a large size canary ring on his index finger, and the Burberry vintage loafers. Sam paralleled Cass, in a nude ASOS suit with the matching vest. I kept it simple and just accessorized it with my dad's gold pocket watch and black Stacy Adams dress shoes.

I thought the presentation was over, but then the screen transitioned to me working behind the scenes. Me pointing and directing at the Bailey house, with the wind blowing like crazy, me filming on Highbridge at the crack of dawn, Iyo even snuck some footage of the meeting we had in Morningside Park. It looks like Yani snuck some footage of me putting the image board for the fashion show stage together as well. I'm just admiring the scene of watching the hard nights and amazing days I shared with an incredible team. The last shot was me sitting on my old stoop. I was just reminiscing, thinking of how my mom, dad, and I would eat ice cream in the spring in the same spot. I looked up, as I normally do when thinking of them, put my hands together and mumbled, 'allah , shkraan lak.' The camera was too far to catch my phrase. Afterward I bowed between my legs so I could have my emotional moment to myself.

Everyone hops on the stage to crowd around me and initiated a group hug. Once everyone slightly disbursed, I see Gina still sitting in the audience with Erik, I guess he just got here. I hear the doors open again and see Yasin, smiling at me.

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By half past 10, everyone had gone home except for Yani, Nina, Gina, Erik, and Yasin. Nina is waiting on Rashad to pick her up, and I guess Gina is looking to Erik to take her home. She's literally been all up under him since his arrival.

"Tomorrow's gonna go great, babe. You got a great team behind you, you've been super focused. It can't go any other way." Yasin lands a kiss on my temple as I blush at his encouragement. I blink in Erik's direction, he's giving the same look he gave us at Rashad's party. He then grips Gina, pulling her closer to him, "Yeah. You got it Syd. We gon head out. See ya later." with that, Erik and Gina strut to the exit. Nina's phone dings, "Oh, bae is here! See ya tomorrow Syd! We gon kill it, boo!" She hugs me and Yani then jogs out the double doors, "Nice seeing you again Yasin!" he nods, "You too!"

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"So tell me something about you, Sin! I've only talked about me when I see you. What was lil Yasin like?" We are strolling down Saint Nick Avenue after getting grilled jerk chicken from King Barka. We decide to sit on a park bench right outside Saint Nick Park to chat since I wasn't quite ready to go home. "Well, I was born and raised in Brooklyn. Flatbush. My moms is from Brooklyn as well. My dad's side of the family is from Harlem, the eastside, but they love uptown just as much." I grin as he continues, "I was a bad ass kid growing up. Always fighting, getting into trouble at school, I even got expelled in middle school." "Well damn! How did you go from that to--" I wave my hands around his silhouette, "This?" He takes a bite out of his chicken and flashes a sexy smile, "My mom sent me to live with my Uncle. The one that retired and gave me the maintenance business."

"Ahhhh, I see. He whipped you into shape?" He snorts, "Oh, he whipped me alright. A lot. He taught me what it is to be a man." "Where was your father?" He continues eating, pausing his story for a spell, "Uh.. He was in prison. He pushed weight for about ten years, he got caught up. He didn't snitch, so he got twenty. He got out after eight years for good behavior." "How's your relationship with him now?" He shugs, "We're cool. We had a little spat when he first got out. I had to be the man of the house for a while for my moms and sisters. I resented him for it." I take a hold of his free hand, "We patched things up recently." "So him and your mom still married?" He nods, "Yeah. Moms held him down. That lady.. She deserves the world." He finishes his dish as he glows at the mention of his mother.

"She had to get two jobs before I turned sixteen and worked with my Uncle. She held down our household for three years, alone, before I was able to step in and help her. After that, she went back to school. She finished the year before my pops got out, now she's a nurse. Doing what she loves to do." "That's great. That's what life is about, doing what you love." "Definitely." He throws away our empty plates and we keep walking down the avenue, "So what do you love to do Yasin?" "I love music." I stop in my tracks.

"Let me guess, you rap?" he sucks his teeth, "Nah, girl. I play instruments. Three; Acoustic guitar, piano, and snare drum." "Ah, okay! When did you discover your talent?" "I was... ten, I think?" "You make songs?" He pulls a slick move behind me, grabbing me by my waist. I roll my eyes as we continue to walk, "I haven't made a song in five years." "Why not?" I feel him shrug behind me, "I've been busy." I turn around to grab his hands, "You're never too busy to do what you love." He smiles at me, I sense the same glow about him that he had when he spoke of his mom. "Especially when it makes you this happy...just talking about it." Yasin closes the gap between us, "Maybe, you're right. Look at you. Doing what you love. You're inspiring Syeda. Beautiful, too." He strokes my left cheek with his palm. I freeze, much like I did a couple weeks back in my apartment with Erik.

Speaking of Erik, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do about what happened since my dad's birthday. I guess Erik knows what he wants, and that's Gina. So why am I freezing? What's stopping me? All of a sudden my inner thoughts are silenced when Yasin seals our distance, gently kissing me. My knees buckle and he hoists me up by my butt, cuffing the bottom of my cheeks. That makes me even weaker, he breaks off from me, "Damn girl. You good?" My eyes flutter as I respond, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm good." I pull him by his shirt to kiss him again.

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