#and karma will be like 'aight time to bring her into the relationship'

[no-naem]

Thinking about Kayano and Nagisa again (unsurprising).

[toorumochi]

KaruShuu OTP Questions

Ah- I created ehhh 4?? I suppose KaruShuu head-canons posts today but do I regret it? Absolutely not, I loved it. So here you go, have another one, don't be shy, read it.

Also, please keep in mind that these head-canons are completely made up by me in a way of that it's just how I would see it sksksk also here, KaruShuu would be probably adults?? Also married??

Anyways, enjoy~ 🌸

Who is the most affectionate? Sinceee they got married, I'm sure the longer into the relationship, the more they have opened up to each other? Karma would be the type to wake up first in the morning and kiss Shuu good morning, but since Shuu is an early bird, he would wake up before Karma and make breakfast for him. Thats how he shows affection ❤️🧡

Most common argument? Sad to think that they NeEd to argue 🙄💅 but oh well- I thinkkk they would argue over super silly things. For example what to watch (If you have read my previous head canons, you will know what I mean by 'Shrek Marathons'):

"Let's watch something"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?''

Karma would just grin over to Shuu and Shuus eyes would widen, "Hell no"

"Absolutely ye-"

"Karma don't you dAR-"

They ended up watching (again for the 12 time this week) Shrek.

Who apologizes first? Karma apologies fly out of his mouth faster than they stop arguing. Karma would rather apologize than not let them talk for the next few hours.

Favorite (non-sexual) activity to do together? They enjoy getting massage! Ifff KaruShuu was too lazy to go out to get a professional massage for a few hours, they would do it to each other. (It usually ends with them making out later on but I'll delete that part)

Who is most likely to carry the other? Karma would carry Shuu ❤️😩 Ugh bridal style to embarrass him 💀💅

Nicknames?

For Karma, by Shuu: Tamponhead (I used this one in my fanfic and I will forever love it), Moron, Karma. Tbh, I don't think neither like these pet-names or nicknames since that think they are 'cringy'.

Tho, Karma has quite a few: Shuu (Main, he doesn't use 'Gakushuu' but when he does, Shuu melts lol), Pumpkin, Orange, pumpkin pie, Strawberry shortcake (bc he loves strawberries so why not call Shuu one 😌🤚🏻), Sugar cube (Idk I think it's cute, tho I don't know if that's even a nickname- 💀💀)

Also a note: They would definitely not use 'baby', 'babe', 'honey' bc- noooo 😩💀

Who proposes? Karma 💅

Who sings along with the radio? Karma would sing along but he is horrible at singing and Shuu makes him KNOW it by him singing and Karma shuts up but finds it hilarious at the same time.

Who worries most? Both do, depending on the situation. Shuu would be worried about stuff like paying taxes or things like that, meanwhile Karma is worried for Shuus health, if he is eating enough as well as getting enough sleep every night. Shuu is a hardworking bee after all ✨

Who always wants to take selfies with the other? Karma wants to, for example they are traveling somewhere for vacation and Karma wants to take as many pics as possible with his husband so he can later on put them into an album ❤️😩 (KaruShuu as a married couple >>>>)

Who likes to playfully tease the other? Ohhh~ Karma teases Shuu all the time, but there are times where Shuu would feel playful so he would tease back

Who has the weirdest taste in their music? Karma I'm begging you- his music taste changes every week and road trips are a disaster for Shuu

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Karma remembers because Shuu is always ordering the same things since he is minimalistic lol but Karma is a living chaos when it comes to food so Shuu can't remember it all.

Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other? Lmao no matter for how long they are already together, no matter if they are married, no matter how many times they had done it, Shuu would be the one to be embarrassed about it every time.

Who tops? ...Okay so here, personally as someone who writes Fanfics, Karma tops. Always. I just- I just can't imagine Shuu as a top?? my friends gave me some really valid reasons for Shuu to be a top but I just can't see it 😩

Who initiates kisses? Both I guess? But mostly Karma

Who reaches for the other's hand first? Oooo here an example! If they are driving in the car, and Karmas hand is free, Shuu usually reaches for it but as soon as Karma needs it to drive, he has to let go. Or if they are in the cinema - Shuu would definitely hold onto Karmas hand the whole time - as comfort, since they usually watch Horror movies together so yea 😌

Who kisses hardest? Who is most ticklish? Both is Karma, but when it comes to tickling, even tho Karma is more ticklish, he is also stronger than Shuu so he can easily pin him down and tickle him, just for the sake to see Shuu giggle which kills him bc God damnit isn't he adorable?

Who brings an animal they found home? Lol depends on the animal. I would say Karma is a cat person and Shuu is a dog person b u t Shuu is allergic to cats so they can't have cats. But I think if Karma would be the one to bring an animal home, it would be a dog.

Who holds the umbrella for the other when it's raining? Karma's shoe laces often get untangled, so when Karma bends to tie them, Shuu stands over him with an umbrella to keep the rain from pouring on him.

Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public? Karma 😭

Who kills the scary bugs? Oh lemme tell you about this one:

Shuu HATES bugs, since he always had the feeling of his father having a bunch of centipedes around himself whenever he acted manipulative and so on so he hates them. So one time when Shuu was taking a shower, and Karma was in the kitchen, Shuu suddenly screeched so Karma went to check on him. He walked onto a Shuu, covering himself with a towel and looking absolutely T E R R I F I E D at the ceiling, stuttering. Karma was hella confused so he looked up and oop here we go, a spider. Karma obv took the spider off the ceiling to free it, but first he had to tease and scare his husband a little by walking towards the shower stall, "Shuu look~ He wants to be friends with you~", the way Shuu screamed at this made almost all of the windows in the apartment break.

Who asks the weird questions at random in the middle of the night? Karma does that on a daily basis, but when Shuu is a little bit drunk, he would ask weird questions to which Karma never has an answer but he jokes around.

Who hogs the blankets? Karma hogs them and Shuu ends up having a cold the next morning 😭

Who wakes up first? Shuu is an early bird, but Karma wakes up first for work.

Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer? On weekends, they both stay in bed a bit longer to cuddle ❤️💕

Who always makes coffee for the other each morning? Karma makes coffee for Shuu before he leaves for work 🥰

Who cries during certain films or when reading sad books? Lmao Karma cries during Shrek every time the scene comes up where Shrek had an argument with Donkey 😔

Who gets scared during horror films? Shuu 😩😩 He would (as said before) take Karmas hand for comfort

Who tells their friends/family about the relationship first? Lmao none since GakuHOE is well, a hoe so they won't trust him b u t I have the feeling of Karmas mom being actually super supportive?? But they wouldn't tell her, she would just get the hint and then when she receives the wedding invite she goes "oh-".

What do their friends/family think of the relationship? Rio was shipping this since the beginning of middle school aight, she loves it and she even threw a party for them. #IstanRioNakamura

Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them? Karma would ask Shuu to dance obv but Shuu would go along 😩💕

Who cooks best? Karma! And Shuu loves his cooking! :D

Who wears the other's jacket? Shuu is the one to wear long coats, and Karma those thicc jackets. Shuu usually gets super cold even with the coat on, so Karma gives Shuu his jacket on top of the coat lol.

Who uses cheesy pickup lines? Karma- anywhere. Have an example:

"Hey Shuu, could you feel the shirt?", he asked Shuu while they went shopping and Karma wAsN't sure about his T-Shirt choice so Shuu was running his fingers slightly over Karmas chest with the shirt still on and thinking about the material, then Karma went: "Know what it's made of?", and Shuu looked at him and was about to answer him, but Karma was quicker and continued, "Boyfriend material", ObViOuSlY with a grin and Shuu was a gay blushing mess 💅 but then Shuu went along, "What do you mean boyfriend? I can only see Husband material", and tuRNED AWAYYYYY~

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear during inappropriate times? AAAA I T H I N K I've written sum like this before- So two things that happened:

KaruShuu were invited to a funereal or sum and pls the church was quiet and stuff but obv Karma had to joke around and he leaned over to Shuus ear and whispered a joke into his ear which made our stubborn Shuu giggle and the church was this close👌 to throw them out lmao

Shuu was at work, and Karma likes to call him randomly, but oh well Shuu picks up and Karma starts to tease him over the phone maybe something very sexual stuff (knowing Karma he would) and Shuu just- he is sitting at his desk and his workers are giving him looks about why is he blushing so much.

Who makes the other laugh most? Karmas jokes always make Shuu laugh, sometimes even cry since they are hilarious.

Who would have to bail the other out of jail? Oh my God- Shuu would have to bail Karma out of jail maybe during college years, but I think Karma would mature a bit more as an adult

What would be their theme song? YOOO- A WHOLE PLAYLIST WOULD BE NEEDED-

Who would sing their child back to sleep? OOO!! Karma would be the type to read stories, but Shuu would sing them to sleep :D

What do they do when they're away from each other? I can imagine that they both have those business trips from time to time, so when they are apart, they FaceTime each other every evening to check on each other. Yes indeed they must stay at fancy hotels for their business trips and they are being served food, but they still check that the other one is eating and sleeping well. Oh and good morning and goodnight texts™️🥰

A headcanon about them that stabs your feels? Oh- oH GOD- That maybe they tend to act very distant at first in their relationships?? Or more cold? For example Shuu, he would not really know nor show much affection to Karma and Karma at first thinking that Shuu doesn't love him at all (which isn't true bc Shuu loves him deeply) but then he after some time figures it out when Shuu opens up to him more.

A headcanon that mends the previous one? That they both after some time spend together, have the opportunities to open up to each other, know each other better as well as find out each others weaknesses and strengths which makes their relationship stronger. I absolutely love them ❤️😩

[erikismybitch]

Waiting In Vain: Chapter 18

Protection

“Would you like to Meet my dad ?”

Erik never thought he would hear that question come from Marley’s mouth but it did . And he was thrown off , knowing exactly what he put her through . Why in the hell would she want to go Down this path .

“He and his wife reached out. My Therapist said I should go...Meet with him maybe unveil some hidden wounds or some shit like that”

“Its whatever you want to do” He told her.

“Then I can decide if I want to explore a relationship with him or let him go completely “

Erik , who was very protective over this girl , didn’t want her to get into this situation. Marley had a pattern of forgiving and being too nice to people who hurt her . He hated that trait , he only wanted her to be that way when it came to him. Erik was confident that he had her best interest . Her knew that if he told her not to go, she might do the opposite. And just in case her father decided to hurt her again, he’d be there to back her up. Or fuck him up.

“Yeah I wanna meet that nigga”

So there they were . In Erik’s car driving through mountains of redwood trees and narrow peaks that made it hard to maneuver through . The altitude was so high that the XM radio only spit a static sound . Just to reach her dads property . This definitely wasn’t where he lived when she was younger . Erik asked her if he was rich “or something” Judging by the private driveways hidden with gates and greenery , this new living situation was a total upgrade .

“This is it” he squinted at the tiny lit up address on the side of the steel gate . It was already open so they didn’t have to buzz the intercom that was door level .

Erik drove down the long brick passage, until he got to the circular driveway . Each brick perfectly placed in between healthy green grass . A slight waterfall in the middle , and surrounding it was a Tesla and a Mercedes . Both license plates saying his & hers. Marley grew sick to her stomach when she read them.

“This man , and his wife living an an estate in the mountains with matching license plates” she said in utter disbelief, but she mumbled . The two of them both met outside of Erik’s car and began to walk up to the huge doors. She took a breath and Erik held the small of her back.

“I swear you just say word and we can leave, I’ll get a hotel and everything” Erik could tell she was becoming upset already . He’d sacrifice though , even if the drive was roughly five hours from where they stayed .

“It’s okay . I can do this”

After Erik knocked obnoxiously hard , what Marley thought to be her Step brother opened the door . He had gotten big since the last time she saw him .

“Hi” He said , he had gaming headphones on his ears, and he walked away in true teenage fashion . Uninterested, and trying to get back to the technology. They both walked in, his sister , Marley’s stepsister was walking past . She smiled , waved and went about her business elsewhere . She was nearly a toddler the last time Marley seen her . Her birthday was the day before Marley’s . She remembered because they were always better than hers.

The lady of the house came into view . She wasn’t as dashing as she used to be. It amazed Marley that her father was clearly still smitten by this woman. Marley didn’t know if she just aged badly because she had no melanin or if it was karma for her ruining her life . Karen was her fucking name .

Marley hated Karen more than she hated her father . Her therapist told her not to blame Karen for the actions of her father . Marley would argue that if Karen never had come around , her father wouldn’t have left . To her therapists rebuttal, he explained that her father is who he is, no matter who he married . But Marley didn’t care . Karen did it for her .

Erik held her hand still. Karens eyes bright with surprise. Marley didn’t tell them that she would be bringing her boyfriend , but she wouldn’t have came alone ... they should have known that .

“Hi , how have you been ?” Karen asked her. Marley was fake , she smiled and told her that she was doing well. “You look great , you’ve grown into a very pretty girl”

Karen touched her arm and attempted to be chummy . Marley tensed . She felt so ugly growing up in that old house.

“This is Erik” Marley snapped back and introduced him. Karen looked him up and down. Seemingly pleased.

“Cutie” she said in a tone as if he was a toddler. All that was missing was a cheek pinch. Erik nodded and raised his brows when he looked at Marley.

“Hubby’s on a call, he will be out in a second”

Marley fumed At Karen’s Botox filled expression . Her hubby ?

Marley looked around at how nice the inside of the house was . The high ceilings with two crystal chandeliers that towered over the dining room table and the living room center . The table itself was something out of Game of Thrones , large and royal looking . Heavy and expensive. The hardwood floors sparkled like they had just been polished, so clean you probably could eat from it. And It smelled good in there , Karen was preparing dinner . That was something Marley forgot about Karen , she could cook. Whenever Marley was in the mood to come out of her room and eat , it was good.

“I seen pics of your mom , she look way better than her” Erik was able to whisper without anyone hearing , but even if they did . He wouldn’t care .

Marley laughed , but it was shortchanged . She didn’t even want to bring her mom up . In fear that her spirit would be upset that she would even entertain these people . She wondered what kind of haunting her mother had done to her father. She hoped he had nightmares .

Her father had walked into the room with a smile. Erik could literally see that dark cloud of fear hanging over her . She wasn’t ready for this , and he knew it . He wanted to grab her and take her out of there. Marley felt twelve again . Like a shell who couldn’t move . Erik spoke up for her, he introduced himself .

“Christopher” he spoke and shook Eriks hand firmly , he grip wasn’t as tight as Eriks . Which sent him into alert right away . Her dad was light skinned , with a bald head and beady eyes. Much taller than Erik but not a threat at all. He eyed this guy who was with his daughter . Up and down . His fashionable outfit and those stupid expensive shoes that his step son recently begged him for . He thought his hair style was comedy , the kind that dumb young punks get . Back in his day , they would never fly .

“You some kind of artist or something?” Christopher guessed .

“Engineer”

“So you got you a man with some money, huh?”he joked . Before Erik could respond , Marley had built enough confidence to speak to him . Especially before he offended Erik too much. Christopher nudged Marley in her shoulder like they were old friends .

“H-hi dad” she spoke softly . She didn’t even think he heard her, until he gave her an uneasy side hug .

“Hun, the phone!” Karen came from another room holding his cell phone, Christopher excused himself and took the call.

“Marley, how about a tour?” Karen suggested , as if that would make her feel more at “home” . “I guess” slipped from her lips as she drifted away from Erik . She felt cold now , but he grabbed her arm before she walked away . Pulling her against him, he kissed her quickly . Then she was off to trail along side Karen. Who already seemed to be chatting enough for his liking .

“Aye dude , you play FIFA?”

Marley’s step brother asked from the living room . He was sitting on the plush couch , facing the Tv that was so big , it could be a projector . Nobody else was there but the two of them. “I do”

Erik ended up playing a game with the boy, getting his ass kicked by the teenager who had nothing better to do. Every game system was at hand , he had everything . “Erik right ?” He asked , right before blocking the op team from scoring .

“Yeah , didn’t catch your name though”

“It’s Simon”

“Aight Simon, you too good at this shit... you got 2K?”

Simon nearly rejoiced at Erik’s question . Within seconds he ended the game and switched it to 2K. “Glad I can play this with someone because my dad is trash” he admitted . Erik was taken back

“Yo’ dad ?” He screwed up his face.

“Only dad I ever knew”

-

Heather took Marley on a tour of the house . The outside did no justice . It was even bigger behind the doors . She toured the guest rooms, the chefs kitchen , their family rec room, their home gym and now Karen’s daughters room .

It almost brought tears to Marley’s eyes . It was everything she would have wanted as a young girl . The walls were covered in pink sparkly wall paper . She had a small white vanity filled with jewelry and makeup . In the center of the room was a huge gold canopy bed with white tulle draped over the top . A room fit for a princess . “Oh my god” Marley mouthed to herself .

“ If it’s worth anything” Karen started to speak , her skinny hand touching Marley back made her feel awkward. “I didn’t want to to go stay with your aunt”

Marley let go of a loud breath , almost like a cough. She didn’t expect this to be a topic . “That lady... is your friend” Her words cut through Karen

“I-.” She stuttered “I really didn’t want to send you . But it was out of my hands” Karen blamed her father.

“You have no idea , at all about what happened to me there” Marley turned to her quickly , her eyes were watering. Before she knew it , a tear fell down her cheek . She was pissed that she even gave Karen the satisfaction of seeing her upset . In her eyes, she was just as guilty as her father . Marley walked away , not exactly knowing where to go . She just wanted to be away from all of them .

-

“So how was it around here, when Marley lived with y’all?” Erik decided to dig, since Simon took to him quickly. He knew he could get the kid to talk .

“We didn’t live her , we moved here after she left”

“You were young , you probably don’t remember much , huh?” Erik kept going .

“Not as young as my sister . I remember her being really quiet . We stayed out of her way, dad told us too . Then one day she was gone . I thought she was dead until my dad needed a kidney”

Erik stopped himself from tossing the game controller . He didn’t want Simon to sense anger , in fear that he would stop spilling the beans. So he pretended not to be bothered . “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah ,they have the same blood type or something , that’s why they asked her here . To ask her”

Erik spotted Marley outside in the backyard . He excused himself from the game . He walked to the French doors and opened them . As he was about to tell her the real reason her father invited her, Erik noticed her face . She had been crying . He knew she shouldn’t have come . Before he could get a word in, Marley began to speak . Telling him about thought fake apology from Karen. And how she tried to blame everything on her father , like she didn’t play a key role in her outcome.

“Erik they have a pool , look at how these kids grew up . They aren’t even his kids” her voice cracked , Erik grew angrier by the minute .

“I slept in a basement , a fucking basement . Like, why didn’t everybody hate me? I was just a kid”

Erik saw her dad inside now . He told her to hold tight and get some air , he would be back for her .

Erik went inside and made sure to shut the door. He caught Christopher in the living room, mid sentence when talking to his son. “So you abandon your daughter , steal from her and then bring her here to save you, my nigga ?”

“Excuse me ?” Christopher glared at Erik, then back at Simon.

“You tryna’ Get her kidney right , that’s why she here?” Erik was jumpy , he slammed his closed fist into his open hand . He lunged toward Chris .

Simon paused his game and rushed to his room . Christopher would deal with him later .

“This ain’t got shit to do with you”

“Nah, Marley is my business”. He pointed to her sitting beside the pool , she didn’t have a clue about what was goin on between the two of them

“You may not care , but that’s what you missed out on . She’s special , she’s smart , she’s funny, and she matters to me . And everyday I see this fucking sadness in her and I couldn’t figure out why . But now I know it’s because of you . You fucked her up , but I’m here now, and I’m changing that”

Christopher stood up , he was taller than Erik but he had knocked down bigger and younger . Erik would kill him, without thinking or feeling remorse . He looked him dead in the eye, Christopher looked to the French doors and softened . Marley had come in.

“Don’t call her no’ more” he said in this tone, that only the two of them could understand .

“What’s going on?” She came towards the duo .

“Marley lets go” Erik didn’t shout but he didn’t have to. He couldn’t hit him, or beat his ass like he wanted to . He would have to tell Marley the reason and he wanted to spare her.

She didn’t argue, Erik was her man and meant more to her than anyone in that house . She grabbed her purse off the table and took his hand . They left , leaning the door open behind them. Erik drove off as soon as they fastened their seatbelts . Marley cried , she just sat in her seat and cried on the journey home . About twenty minutes in, Erik reached over and grabbed her chin. He leaned her over and kissed her a few times to calm her down . “Chill out, try to stop crying aight ?”

Marley took a deep breath and nodded her head . Erik decided that he would never tell her about the Kidney. That was something he’d take to the grave .

[dolcenco]

Fuck You Better

Pairing: Joel Pimentel x Reader 

Words: 4,300+ (wtf this is the longest fic I've written and it's smut SHSHSHSH)

Warning/s: S I N F U L (sex with Joel with a dash of adultery) SMUT. Mentions of cheating and an asshole fuck boy attitude.

S/n: yeah, pretty obvious that I love putting Joel in these kinds of scandalous situations more than I do Christopher. I feel so bad but feels soooo good at the same time KHSKASHK

Take note: this one-shot is pure fiction and does not reflect the boys in any way. This is purely my imagination and my attempt to be angsty (sort of.)

This is for @cieloxcnco 1000+ writing contest with the prompt: f u betta - Neon Hitch / she’s prettier than I’ll ever be, got yourself a beauty queen, but there’s one thing I gotta say - she can love you good, bet I can fuck you better. 

Once again, congrats on the milestone, babe! you deserve this!

On with the story! 

A guilty pleasure for most if not all would be indulging in chocolate, coffee, and binge-watching on Netflix but yours? It was Joel Pimentel.

The only name you screamed in the hotel rooms of Miami as he delivered pleasure to your body as much as you craved his.

You never thought you'd find yourself in the same predicament again after repeatedly reminding yourself not to engage in such situation again before karma comes and bites you in the ass.

But you didn't care.

So right now, Joel had you pinned you against the wall of his hotel room, barely making it inside from his desperate need to take you right here, right now.

His hands frantically ran up and down your fervent body, making sure not to leave any skin untouched. His lips trailed hungry kisses along your neck, not getting enough of your sweet scent and the feeling of your body underneath his.

“You know what I missed about you the most?” Joel pulled away from your lips, making you whimper from the loss of contact as he gave you a cheeky grin.

“What?” You managed to grunt a response as you tried to catch your breath.

“These.” He cupped your breast with his large hands. The coolness from his rings stung your skin through the thin material of your bralette that made your back arched to his touch.

With a gentle squeeze, he leaned down to plant small pecks on the swell of your breast that peeked out of your bra.

“Stop teasing, Joel.” You tried to snap at him, but your voice faltered when you feel his tongue licked a big strip over your sensitive bud while his free hand played with the other nipple.

Your hands weaved through his curls and tugged on them gently as if to tell him that you weren't joking around and wanted him right now.

Of course, Joel knew how much you missed him as much as he missed you while he was on tour and decided to be a little mischievous.

“Needy are we?” Joel teased, and you glared at his handsome face, bemused with him. As you were about to retort a snarky remark, he lifted you off your feet and carried you towards the bed.

As soon as your back felt the soft white sheets of his bed, Joel stood in between your legs and took off his shirt to reveal his sculpted body. Oh, how you got wet just by looking at him.

He crawled on top of you and held himself up so his weight won't crush you as he dived to connect your lips. The way he kissed you spoke for how much he missed you. You spread your legs wider so he can nestle in between them, and your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt his hard bulge pressed against you.

Your barely clothed pussy rubbed against the material of his black pants while the metal buckle of his belt pressed against your clit. You felt the need to bring him closer to you, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and locked your legs around his hips.

“Hmm, Bonita,” Joel whispered huskily and holy fuck that was hot as fuck.

You adjusted yourself underneath him causing the buckle of his belt to graze over your clit. Your lips parted to moan out his name as he kept your hips down. You let the sensation take over you.

“More, Joel.” You whimpered and squeezed his arm as you let him roll his hips against your aching entrance.

His lips find their way to your neck and trailed down to your collarbone, then to your chest. He cupped your breast once again and gently kissed the skin before giving it a soft lick. Moans slipped off your lips as he gently sucked on the swell of your chest, his thumb swiping over the hard nipple of the other.

When he pulled away, you looked down to see that he left a red hickey on the spot where he sucked. You cursed at him, and he retorted with a scoff.

“Like you have someone who’ll get mad over that.” Reminding you that you were single, and didn't have a boyfriend to hide it from anyway.

He softly chuckled when he saw the scowl on your face and leaned into cupped your cheeks as he caressed his thumb across the skin.

“I’m kidding, Amor.” He whispered huskily and connected your lips. You feel your stomach flipped at the nickname. He started to trail kissed along your jaw, down to your neck then your chest. Your eyes watched as he placed soft kisses on your belly and slowly made his way down.

He held on your intense gaze as he creates a path across your torso and towards where you needed him the most.

Joel softly massaged your thighs with his fingers before parting them then nestled in between your legs. Your lips parted to take a sharp inhale of breath when he starts place kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer to your entrance.

You lost it and bucked your hips when Joel pressed his tongue against your clothed pussy, licking you up slowly and when he reached your clit he gave you one last hard lick.

“Joel.” You moaned, and he just loved the sound of his name spilling out of your pretty lips. It was music to his ears.

Just when he was about to pull your panties down, the sound of his ringtone filled the room and halted him from what he was doing.

He apologized and with an irritated expression on his face, he whipped his phone out of his pants, and switched it to silent mode, not even bothering to check who it was before setting it down on the bedside table.

Joel looked back at you and drank in the sight of you, half-naked in front of him. He loved admiring pretty places, pretty things, and beautiful people; you were no exception to him.

“Where were we again?” He teased knowing how sexually frustrated you were from how close he was to devouring you if it wasn’t for his stupid phone.

You grew impatient when he wasn’t doing anything and wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him closer to your body. You just wanted him to touch you. “Joel!”

He chuckled at your reaction and positioned himself in between your legs again. He leveled his face down your entrance and was about to pull your panties down when his phone didn't stop vibrating against the table and became a nuisance to the both of you.

He sighed and reached for his phone to check what the hell was so important that the caller was so persistent for his attention. Joel looked like he was going to snap at this person until you watched his features morphed into a brief panic before softening.

With that, you immediately knew who was calling him.

“Hi, Baby!” Joel greeted over the phone, and you swore the pitch of his voice just increased an octave higher just like what any boyfriend would sound like when talking to their significant other.

You shook your head and shot him a disapproving glance. He sends you an apologetic look before turning his back away from you to continue his conversation with his girlfriend.

Remember how you identified Joel as your guilty pleasure? The pleasure part was pretty obvious but here is the guilty part of your relationship with Joel.

Joel wasn’t yours in the first place. Joel has been taken by someone else and wasn’t yours to fuck around from the start. The gold mine about the whole thing is that his girlfriend was one of your best friends.

What a great best friend you are!

As you waited for Joel to wrap up his phone call, you kept yourself busy with your phone that you picked up from the floor and plopped back down on the bed to eavesdrop on Joel and your best friend's conversation.

“Yeah babe, can you come a little later? We’re just working on some paperwork here at the hotel. I’ll text you what time you could drop by.”

You snorted at his attempt to lie, and he shoots you a glare from over his shoulders.

“OH! I didn’t know (y/n) is coming over?” He looked at you. “Nah she’s not here, I would know if she’s coming over if she was here” he sassed his girlfriend over the phone and rolled his eyes.

“Oh-kay, sure I could hook her up with Chris, so she doesn't have to third-wheel.”

You couldn’t help but arched your eyebrow at that. But you loved being a third-wheel. It had its perks.

“Aight, see you later. Love. I love you. Bye.” He finally ended the call, and you let out a small chuckle making Joel turned to look at you with a confused look plastered on his face.

“What?”

You put down your phone on the bedside table and crawled towards him to kneel in between his legs as you placed squeezed his shoulders.

“Christopher? Really?” You smirked, and Joel looked up from his phone to meet your eyes when he felt your hand caressed his neck softly, tugging the small curls at the back of his neck just the way you know how he liked it.

“He’s kinda cute.” You teased to push his buttons because you knew how Joel hated it when you mentioned another man’s name in bed despite if you were both fucking or not. He just hated talking about other men that were not him.

“I ain’t sharing you.” He pouted while shaking his head in disapproval, which made him looked like a stubborn child when indeed he was one.

You let out a laugh and cupped his face in between your hands to squish his cheeks, the pout he currently had now made his luscious lips puckered out. The thought of Joel only wanting you for himself made your tummy fizzle and warm inside which makes you wonder how you’re not yet falling for him.

That’s why you and Joel arranged this relationship because he was confident, more than he was in his relationship, that you don’t catch feelings after one night and he knew that you would not go for a guy like him despite his ‘datable’ qualities. Maybe that’s why your best friend dated Joel.

For his (questionable) date-able qualities.

“And here I am sharing your dick with one my best friends, and she doesn’t even know.” You whispered with your lips hovering just above his and Joel glared at you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now. You knew Joel hated it when you called him out about your current arrangement to spite him and because you knew that it drove him to fall into a bottomless pit of guilt.

“Oh, shut up. You’re not less of a hypocrite than I am.” He whispered before connecting his lips to yours as he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you down on the bed with him.

Before arguing who was the guilty and the hypocrite, this wasn’t the first time you and Joel fucked around. Before this and his relationship with your best friend, you and Joel used to be fuck buddies until he called it quit when he decided to get himself into a serious relationship with a said best friend which we all know how that turned out.

You don’t remember who initiated this relationship, but it all started when you and Joel agreed to catch up when he was in Miami for meetings and ranted about his pent up sexual frustrations, and his current relationship with your best friend wasn’t exactly reaching the sexual satisfaction Joel craved. Desperation to relieve sexual tension happens when you cross paths with an ex-fuck buddy. You embrace sins that you swore not to commit but here you are biting your lip as you admired Joel’s body with his god-sculpted body, glowing tan skin, bright brown eyes, luscious curls, and plumper berry lips. Your mouth water at the sight of his growing length that begged for release from the confinement of tight black boxers.

You crawled on top of him and straddled his hips, bending to press your body against his to start leaving fiery kisses along his neck. Joel exhaled a small moan as you moved down to kiss his chest. You held onto his gaze as he watched you move downward to slowly trail kisses on his abs, teasing him when you finally reached the waistband of his boxers.

You kneeled in between his legs and tugged on his boxers to free him then discarded it onto the floor. Your eyes widen at the size of his length in front of you.  Your bent over in front of Joel, and gave him a wink with a devious smirk when he hissed at the teasing touch of your fingers grazing along with the shape of his dick while your mouth hovers just an inch closer to his dick to toy with him. Joel let out a groan and closed his eyes when you gently licked the swollen tip of his shaft.

He glared at you when you didn't do anything further, and you just smiled up at him innocently.

“What’s the matter, Pimentel?” You teased, refusing to touch Joel. He responded by bucking his hips towards you to get your lips to touch his dick, but you avoided him and pinned his hips down.

“You know what the hell the matter is.” He growled in frustration as he tried to press your lips on him when you caught his hand and intertwined your fingers shaking your head.

“Oh? I don't know, care to enlighten me?” You smirked and parted your lips slightly enough to slip your tongue out and hovered over him. Close enough not touch him but close enough for him to feel. Joel groaned loudly and threw his head back into the pillow while his hand ran through his curls in frustration.

He raised his head to look at you with pleading eyes, “baby please…”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I need you, (y/n)! You damn well know that I do!” He growled, desperately needed your touch.

“Please suck my dick, baby. I need your mouth around me so bad.” He pleaded, and you grinned triumphantly at how Joel withered under you so quickly.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so, baby.”

Before Joel could make a snarky remark, he was already moaning your name when you wrapped your fingers around his length. You aligned him to your mouth and leaned over to plant a small kiss on the top, and you hear Joel hissed from above you.

“Fuck.” He grunted, and you swirl your tongue around the swollen head before taking him in a little more. He bucked his hips towards you.

When Joel looked down, you were already looking at him through your lashes with his dick in your mouth, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

You start to bob your head up and down as you hollow your cheeks around him. He tangled his fingers around your hair and pushed your head lower onto his cock.

“Shit.” He curses and starts to thrust his hips towards you, slipping his dick in and out of you. When he got too tired to lift his hips, you would continue to wrap your lips around him and hollowed your cheeks down his length.

Your tongue flicked from the base and playfully licked up to his head before taking him all in again. Joel gripped on your hair tighter, and his thrust started to get sloppy so you know he was reaching his end.

“Stop.” Joel suddenly says, and you watch in confusion as he sat up to grab your arm. He pulled you towards him and hooked your legs around his hips. He lifted you by your ass, and you sighed in contentment when his dick brushed over your wet entrance.

Wrapping your arms around his neck for support, you rolled your hips against his, your wetness spreading all over his swollen dick. Joel inhaled sharply and fluttered his eyes close then pressed his forehead on your chest to control himself not to cum there and then.

Your hand played with his hair, earning a small moan of contentment from Joel knowing how much he loved it. He looked up at you with his eyes still closed and brought your fingers to push his hair away from his forehead and watched it bounced back to fall on his forehead.

His eyes fluttered open and pursed his lips. You took a moment to admire how beautiful Joel looked. The first thing that you noticed about him when you first met and the part of him you loved was his eyes. You never saw anyone’s eyes shone an as warm, brown and pretty as Joel’s. If you had to look into anyone’s eyes forever, it would be Joel’s.

Your eyes darted to his lips when he swiped his tongue along his bottom lip. It swelled from him biting it so much and has already taken a berry color that made you want to take it between your teeth.

Suddenly, Joel brought up his hand to gently caress your flushed cheeks and finally leaned in to kiss you. You kindly took his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked him softly.

Joel groaned and brought a hand in between you both and grazed on the wet slit that made you moan against his lips. He held you while his other free hand grabbed the condom from the bedside table. You adjusted yourself to straddle him as he tore the wrapper of the condom and took it to roll on his shaft.

He grabbed your hips while you aligned your entrance over his dick and eased yourself down, feeling his size stretched you. The pleasurable burn inside you from since the last time he entered you. You exhaled a breath and waited until you adjusted to his dick.

Joel loudly moaned when he felt your walls clench around him and was about to lose his goddamn mind when you start to rock your hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned out and felt him grabbed your ass between his fingers

You start to move up and down his length, trying to get as much friction as possible until you felt Joel thrust his dick inside you. You gasped and threw your head back as the heat pooled inside your core. You started to become needy for him, so you nuzzled against his neck and began to kiss his earlobe before taking him in between your teeth. You wanted more.

And when you wanted more, you did not hesitate to let Joel know.

“Prove to me how much you missed my pussy around your dick and fuck me until I cum.” You whispered into his ear and Joel was more than happy to oblige to you.

Joel laid back down with his dick still inside you as he gripped your hips. You lifted your hips a little, and when you were about to sink into him, Joel suddenly trusted in you then slipped out of your drenched pussy and did it again.

“Joel!” You screamed and splayed your hands across his chest for support as he rammed inside you over and over again.

Guess those hip thrust during shows paid off.

Your back arched as the bliss washed over your body and splayed your hands over his hard chest for support.

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel murmured as he watched himself get buried in your wet pussy.

The heat in your core starts to pool in deep as you began to reach your high.

“Close, babe.” You moaned and as Joel continued to thrust into you. As you feel the surge of electricity wash over your body, you leaned in and smashed your lips on Joel when you let go as he swallowed your moans.

It wasn’t long until Joel’s felt himself draw near to his climax. “Gonna cum, (y/n).” He murmured against your lips and wrapped his arms around your body to secure in place, feeling your warm body close to his.

“Cum in me, babe.” Your words were enough for Joel to reach his high and fill you up.

You both stayed in your position to catch your breath until he kissed your cheek.

“Thanks.” he gasped as you rolled off him.

“Sure.”

Joel discarded the condom in the bathroom while you start to put on your underwear. He came back to find you slipping on your bra.

“What are you doing?” He asked and walked towards you.

“Uhm, dressing up?”

“Why?” He had a sad looked on as you scrambled to find your shirt.

“Because we just finished?” You tell him, and he pouted as he stepped closer towards you.

“Oh, you don’t wanna cuddle? I mean let’s catch up, (y/n). We haven’t been hanging out much.” He softly said as he pulled you towards the bed and you couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes he was doing to get you to lay down with him.

When he laid down on the bed, he pats the spot next to him and finally agreed to join him with his arms around you and your head on his chest as you both began to exchange stories about tour and college.

As you felt Joel draw mini circles on your arms as he stared at his phone, scrolling down his messages, you finally decided to ask him the question you’ve been pondering on for a while now.

“Do you feel guilty?” You looked at him to see his reaction.

“About?” He asked, not looking up from the screen.

“Us. This whole fucking around thing when you’re with someone who you love.” You blurted and expected him to lash out on you, but he didn't. Not even the slightest hint of guilt displayed on his expression at the thought that what you both were doing could ruin someone and backfire in the future when words get out. It will for sure give his pr team a headache. Not to mention your best friend who loved him to pieces and trusted you with everything.

After seconds later, Joel finally responded.

“Of course I do. But sometimes, I just-SHIT” Joel suddenly cursed in panicked and bolted off the bed.

“What?!” You hopped off the bed as well as he scrambled for his clothes and tossed yours.

“Chris is coming up now!”

You both panicked in the hotel room, looking for both your clothes and putting them on as quickly as possible. When you were about to put your shirt on, both of you hear the door unlocking as Christopher’s voice filled the whole room.

“Yo, Joel! I bro...oh, hi.” Christopher smiled when he saw you. People didn’t lie when they say that he looked hot in person. When you waved at him, a shot of nervousness hit you when his eyes dart from you to Joel then back at you, and by the looks of it, Christopher knew what already happened in the hotel room by the way he smirked and snickered quietly.

After Joel had introduced you both formally, you both accompanied Chris as ate his lunch. You decided that you liked Chris and his humor, especially the approachable vibe that made him charming.

It seemed like Joel had some competition.

A moment later, a knock sounded from the entrance of the room, and when Joel got up from his seat on the bed to answer it, you immediately know who it was.

As soon as you heard the door open, the sound of exchanged kisses followed then a chorus of ‘’I missed you so much babe” when Joel and his girlfriend entered the bedroom of the hotel.

The moment her eyes laid on you, she squealed and walked towards your direction to hug you as you stood up to greet her. She hasn’t let you go as she proceeded to gushed how much she missed you. When you hugged her back, you shot Joel a knowing look as he took a seat next to Christopher who was busy stuffing his face.

“Bro, your friend is something else,” Chris whispered to Joel, quiet enough so the two girls wouldn't hear the conversation. 

Joel scoffed, feeling a little jealous that Chris was growing interest in you.

“How is her bed performance?” Christopher asked ever so bluntly with a smirk, amused at the mortified look Joel gave him.

When Joel was about to deny him, Chris stopped him before his bandmate can start firing word vomit.

“I know what you both did while I was out, your shirt is inside out-” He pointed at Joel’s shirt and when Joel looked down, he was right.

“- But I'm curious, why? Don’t get me wrong (y/n) is banging but your girl is hot too-” Joel shot him a glare and was about to defend himself when Chris stopped him.

“I’m not accusing you of anything, I mean, pfft me out of all people, it’d make me a hypocrite if I do, but I'm just curious, you know.” 

Joel sighed in relief and thought about his answer as he watched the girl he was in love with and the girl who kept him happy in bed gossip on the bed.

“My girl, she’s amazing, and the sex is good and all but (y/n)? Damn dude, she can fuck me better than anyone I’ve been with.” 

It was pretty fucked that he was fucking around with his girlfriend's best friend. But did Joel feel guilty about it? Probably not.

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Fonder Ch. 4

A/N: Aight so boom: I hope y’all are enjoying this series so far. It’s definitely pushing me out of my fluffy comfort zone. Thanks to everyone who I’ve annoyed had be my third pair of eyes and offered suggestions for these chapters. I appreciate y’all big time. Also, I apologize for the two-week gap between the chapters. I just started school after a semester break, so I’m trying to get adjusted and find my rhythm. Thanks in advance for being patient!

Word Count: ~2.9K (a hair lengthy)

Warning(s): Angst, slow burn, plot progression

Thursday, October 23, 2014, 2:19 p.m., Elements Natural Hair Boutique, Los Angeles

Since she was finally finished with the nearly four month long legal project, Yaa now had a little over a week left in sunny California to do whatever she wanted. Tonight was her self-appointed reward for knocking the project out of the park and earning more clients. The Los Angeles chapter of the Black Yale Alumni Association was hosting their annual fundraising gala. All the BYAA chapters hosted their events the same weekend, the Connecticut event being the flagship event. Around this time last year, Yaa was preparing her ensemble for the Black Ball, totally oblivious to the fact that she would meet her soulmate at the Ball. What a difference a year makes.

“So, who are you taking as your plus one tonight?”, her loctician Nadia inquired as she intricately palm-rolled Yaa’s copper hued locs.

“Matt.”, Yaa announced giving a smirk as she kept reading the latest issue of Essence Magazine. Nadia’s eyebrows went up as she smirked.

“Damn hussy. Speaking of exes, how’s it going with you and Island Boy?”

“Things are getting...better.”

Since her breakdown, Khalida had seen a therapist. Her therapist recommended that for her sake,it’d be best to talk to Winston and try to establish a sturdy friendship. They planned to meet the afternoon after the Yale gala.

“Word? I’m happy for you, sis. Even more, you deserve someone in your life. Shit, you got the personality, smarts, and the looks to have niggas running over each other to get to you.”

Yaa spent the time under the dryer to think about what her loctician said. Her deep thoughts were interrupted with an incoming FaceTime call from Matt.

“Hey, lil ugly.”, Matt playfully chided.

“Well, if it isn’t the NECKS big thing in football. What’s good?”, Yaa snapped back. Matt’s jaw dropped when he finally processed her insult.

“Damn, fuck you, Khay. Anyways, I called to see where we would get ready at? My house or yours?” She almost didn’t hear the last question because she was snickering so.

“Well, according to the GPS, it’s in Calabasas, so I’ll be coming to you. My makeup cases are in the car now and I’m picking my dress up on the way.”

Matt shook his head, “Say less, ma. You getting those serpents tamed for the gala, I see.” He thought that the funniest thing in the world. Before he could say anything else, she hung up. I ain’t got time for his no-neck having ass.

5:00 p.m., Calabasas, California, Matt’s House

Yaa was welcomed into Matt’s spacious mansion with the sounds of hip-hop bouncing off the walls and an excited Matt embracing her.

“You look like you getting ready to fight somebody.”, Matt commented as he took the garment bag from his ex-girlfriend’s arms. She wore her smaller black bonnet, along with a Tuskegee shirt, black yoga capris, and Birkenstock’s.

“And you look like you can’t change a goddamn pillowcase. I keep telling you to leave well enough alone, Griffith.”, she replied as she gave him the “Who gon check me, boo?” look. He shook his head as he led her upstairs to his bathroom.

——

The lion-like revving of Matt’s Karma Revero engine could be heard all along the winding Calabasas back road he decided to take to the gala. He effortlessly finessed the bends and sharp turns of the road in an effort to impress Yaa. He’d had the car for not even a month and was already showing off. He occasionally glanced at the meal that sat in his passenger seat.

“I think I already told you, but you lookin’ hella delicious, ma.”, Matt complimented.

“Why, thank you, Matthew. I try to be as fresh as you.”, she humbly replied.

He took her hand into his and smiled before kissing it. “What’s that perfume you got on? It’s intoxicating.”

“Your cologne.”, she stated bluntly. The two looked at each other and laughed obnoxiously.

“You never cease to amaze me after all these years, Khay. I’m gonna miss you when you leave.”

“Nigga, I ain’t dying. Ima be around when and if I can. R E L A X.”

8:49 p.m., Calabasas Country Club

If you didn’t know that this was an alumni fundraising gala, most would assume that it was an actual Hollywood event. The sound of camera shutters, camera people shouting at those melanated beings gracing the carpet, and the numerous interviews being conducted at the end of the carpet set the vibe of the night. Once again: Black Excellence.

Matt parked his car in front of the country club, he tossed the keys to the valet before reaching for his velvet maroon blazer. Before the valet driver could get in, he stopped him. “Hold on, boss. I got precious cargo in the passenger seat.” He ran over to Yaa’s side where he slowly opened her door. She offered her hand and he helped her out of the car, gathering her train with his other hand.

The BLUE carpet went up the moment Matt Griffith and his date walked onto the carpet. He held Yaa close to him by her waist as they went down the carpet once more as a duo.  She followed suit by tickled his side, causing him to laugh.

“You gon stop, ma’am.”, he warned as she joined in his laughter.

————

Winston was wary of bringing Michelle to the gala. Not because she wasn’t Black, but he was nervous Yaa would show up looking like God’s divine example of perfection. For the small amount of time Winston and Michelle dated, he never divulged the details of his previous relationship with her. For one, it still hurt to talk about the biggest mistake he’d ever made; and two, he feared Michelle would get extremely jealous. Truthfully, Winston hoped Yaa would be there; he wanted to talk and possibly get closure.

“Winston, is Lupita coming?”, Michelle asked shaking Winston out of his thoughts.

“Uhhh...last I checked, she should be here now.”, he replied.

“Is your mysterious ex coming?”

He throat tightened and palms began to sweat. “I doubt it; she’s in D.C. by now. Why?”

“I mean, from the little you’ve told me about her,  she’s a Yale grad and a traveler. Speaking of, why don’t you talk about her?”, she folded her arms in anticipation of the answer.

He probably wasn’t in reality, but he felt like he was sweating bullets. “It’s just that...the relationship could’ve ended on better terms.”, he sighed, “I just need closure, is all. I’ve been spending this time processing everything. I think I’m good now.” He was lying like all hell.

Winston felt a presence in the room. He and Michelle migrated around the venue talking and socializing with the other Black Yale grads. While in a conversation with one of his classmates and Lupita, he heard a laugh. Not just any laugh; the only vibrant, contagious social laugh he could recognize from miles away. Once again, it was her. He resisted the urge to look for her.  

Noticing her friend’s sudden switch in energy, Lupita turned around to see a foxy Yaa dazzling for all to see. She excused herself from the conversation and walked over to Yaa. She tapped her shoulder.

“Heyyyyy, Khalida!”, Lupita greeted with a grin and open arms.

“Well, hello there, Ms. Academy Award Winner! I’m surprised you’re not like polishing your Oscars or filming.”, Yaa joked as she returned the hug. “You look phenomenal, Peet!”, she twirled Lupita around to get a better look of her blue ensemble.

“Not as phenomenal as you! Wow, you know how to slay anything and I’m here for it!”

Matt cleared his throat. “You need a cough drop?”, Yaa asked in a sarcastic tone. He gave her a look.

“I’m sorry. I forgot he was here. Lupita, this is my ex, Matt Griffith, NFL star. Matt, this is the most beautiful woman in existence and Academy Award-winning actress, Lupita Nyong’o.”

After their exchange of pleasantries, Lupita took Yaa to the side to inform her that Winston was also in attendance...with Michelle. As much as it hurt to hear those words come from Lupita’s mouth, Yaa sucked it up and the two returned to Matt.

“We’re going on a field trip, Matt. Come along.” Lupita commanded. Matt agreed and followed his date with her train.

Winston wasn’t paying attention; he was walking around talking with Michelle. He accidentally bumped into Lupita.

“Peet, I’m so sorry. I was talking to Michelle and wasn’t paying attention to...wh-where I...was...going.”, his thoughts and heart rate began to speed up as he looked at the sight in front of him: his ex-girlfriend.

“Hey, Khalida.”, Winston said calmly.  

“Hey, you.”, she basically whispered in a sultry tone.

“You look...sublime.”

“Oh? Interesting word choice, Mr. Duke.” She raised her eyebrow and gave a faint grin. Poor Winston was intoxicated with Khalida’s presence once more—a drug that he could never get out of his system even if his life depended on it. His eyes were fixed on her, breath staggering.

Yaa’s dress was everything: it was a black, long-sleeved, sequined, floor-length curve-hugging gown with a dramatic “v” neck that accentuated her well-endowed chest. A haute Morticia Addams. Nadia styled her locs into a mid bun with a pinned bang.  

Michelle looked on as they conversed. It clicked—Khalida was the one that still had his heart. She wasn’t stupid; she could sense he was holding out in their relationship in more ways than one. Michelle cleared her throat loudly to break up the two former lovers’ sappy reunion.

“Winston, aren’t you going to introduce me to your...friend? ”, Michelle said with a slightly condescending tone, looking Yaa up and down with disgust. Yaa returned a rather unbothered stare to Michelle.

“Oh...of course, Winston began clearing his throat, “Yaa, this is my girlfriend, Michelle Lee, freelance journalist. Michelle, this...this is my...ex...girlfriend, Dr. Khalida Abdullah, Attorney at Law.”, he fought a smile.

Michelle grimaced. “Oh, a lawyer, you say? What kind of lawyer? Whose firm do you work for?”, she interrogated.

“I’m a civil rights attorney and I have my own firm with my partner and best friend from Yale Law.”

“Your own law firm? You look a little too young to own anything. How old are you?”

“Grown.”

“Did you even hear the quest—“

“— Loud and clear. I said I’m grown.” Yaa maintained her calm, yet petty demeanor throughout the unnecessary exchange. All the while, Matt and Lupita exchanged glances and silent snickers. Yaa was going to hold her own without hesitation. The Louisiana Reaper v. the bell pepper. ��Winston, may I speak with you in private please?”

Winston looked to an upset Michelle that just waved her hand for him to go on. “After you, Dr. Abdullah.”,he calmly suggested as he motioned her to go in front of him.

Winston made sure to hold Yaa’s train. Winston became entranced as he watched his ex’s Spanx-less bottom switch from left to right. He felt a sweat come over him. Baby girl still had him sprung. They finally walked out to the balcony. The nighttime October breeze hit Yaa’s bare skin, sending goosebumps throughout her body. The bass still bumped even outside the country club. Even with the low lighting on the balcony, Yaa’s dress still sparkled in the moonlit sky. The two stood across from each other. A lot was on their minds and rightfully so. Four months had gone by without any sense of closure. The lack of closure was pacified with many questions, hypotheses, what-if situations, and many, many tearful nights on both ends.

“So uhh—“, the former lovers said in unison. They chuckled.

“You go first.”

“No, you!”

“No...you.”

“Dammit, Winston, somebody going first.”, Yaa said crossing her arms. “I just wanted to say that one, I miss you. Two, I’m happy for you finding Michelle. Lastly, LEMME FOUND OUT YOU OUTCHEA ACTIN YA ASS OFF ON PERSON OF INTEREST, MINI!”, Yaa hyped. She playfully punched his shoulder. There was a visible shift in her body language. She re-adjusted her posture and looked down at her dress. When she looked back up at Winston, he saw a rather stoic expression come across her face. “No, but...I wanted to just speak with you in private and I’m sure you’ve wanted the same. I miss you, Chris.”

Before he spoke, Winston offered his jacket to Yaa, an offer she accepted.

“I miss you more, Yaa.”, Winston replied quickly.

“The four months that we’ve had apart have had me thinking...a lot...a little too much. While the circumstances of our break-up hurt me more than anything, I don’t harbor any ill-will or harsh feelings towards you. I still care for and love you deeply.”

The admission gave Winston a temporary sense of relief. After four long months apart from the love of his life, it was definitely a relief to know that she didn’t want to push him over the balcony ledge. However, that feeling of relief was quickly replaced by the familiar void feeling in his heart—a void left by Yaa. He missed her more she would ever comprehend. He even missed her sarcasm and readings. By this time, he stood in front of her studying her stoic facial expression.

“I still love and care for you, too, Khalida.”, Winston replied.

“Which brings me to my next point”, she began. Winston’s brows furrowed in confusion, “This time apart has also given me the opportunity to contemplate our relationship from this point forward. My therapist...recommended that I reach out to you to establish something we never had—an actual friendship.”, Yaa explained. There was a steady pause and sharp exhale before the word “friendship” left her lips. It hurt her to see Winston with Michelle and even more to not be with him.

Winston blankly stared at Yaa. He saw, heard, and comprehended every word coming out of her Ruby Woo painted lips, but everything wasn’t registering.

“Friends?”

“That’s what I said. I believe we can work as friends and support each other despite our ending. You and Michelle seem like you all are getting into a rhythm and I don’t want to be your hindrance in your loving her.”

“Ok. Yeah...friendship? No problem.”, he noted dryly.

“Winston?”

“Yes?”

“Is that what you truly want? Because I don’t want to let our connection die.”

Winston shifted his weight and sighed before laughing. “Doesn’t want our connection to die...got it. Of course, we can work on a friendship.”, he remarked in a condescending tone. He was repeating that made him lose Yaa the first time. Yaa finally picked up the hints of sarcasm.

“Winston, I don’t know why you’re being condescending and cold towards me, but you need to stop. I just came to talk and try to amends with you and salvage what little we have left between us.” Yaa felt herself getting emotional and angry simultaneously.

Winston began pacing. “Oh, now you want to talk to me when it seemed easy to give me...give us up?!”

Yaa’s eyebrows flew up and her jaw dropped. Her heartbeat began increasing and her petite frame began to tremble—she was beginning to see red. Her mouth opened to snap, but it quickly closed to save his ego and feelings. “I don’t want us to end on this note...again.”, she mumbled.

“I don’t know what you from me, Yaa. This isn’t exactly easy so stop making it look like that.”

Yaa thought long and hard on her next statement. Being a known wordsmith, she had to craft what she was going to say to make sure it would stick with Winston. That and her anger was on 100, so one wrong move and she’d snap. She finally began to speak barely above a whisper but not quite at normal speaking level.

“What I wanted from you was to make sure the plane wasn’t still malfunctioned. But...I see that it’s temporarily disabled. Whenever you get your head and your ego out of your ass, we can talk. The number won’t change. Good night, Mr. Duke.”

She briskly walked back inside of the country club, fighting tears and the urge to break down once more. She wasn’t going to force a grown ass man to do right; Khadijah and Carrie taught her better than that. Once again, his mouth and his ego ran Yaa off. Fuck, whatever happened to doing better and winning her back? The second walk-out hurt more than the first. This time, he was actually angry with himself. Out of nowhere, his fist made contact with the concrete wall. He roared out in pain as his knuckles bled. Not only was his hand in pain in excruciating pain, but so was his heart. Both injuries could’ve been prevented had he just shut up. The tears burned and clouded his eyes as he cried hysterically.

Yaa returned to find Lupita and Matt deep in conversation, Michelle was sitting down at one of the lounge tables. Right away, Matt noticed his date’s rather bubbly and sweet spirit had been messed with.

“Khay, what’s wrong? Is everything alright?”, Matt placed his hand at the small of her back as he studied her visibly upset face. She was fighting back tears.

“Everything’s not ok. Let’s just go before I’ll need to dig Johnnie Cochran up from the dead.” Peet, I’ll text you whenever I can. Lunch is still on for tomorrow.”, she muttered in a monotonous tone.

Matt found himself running after his date as she angrily walked out of the venue. The plane was totaled.

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Chapter 10

Robyn

8 Months Later

"Ouch." I hissed as I accidentally stuck myself with the needle I was sewing with. This never happens, so I knew I was hella unfocused. No matter how many times I tried to make these fits, it just wasn't working out for me for the longest.

I needed a break. A break from everything.

I haven't spoken to Jaylen since I cooked for him, which was about a couple of months ago. We had got into it because I was still seeing Kai.

I text him a little while after the incident, and he still hasn't replied. He hasn't even came by, so I just stopped trying. I guess he has other things to worry about like taking care of a baby.

Kai isn't even in the picture anymore. I've cut off all contact with him. I still haven't got my things from his place, but that would just have to wait. I wasn't in the mood to go over there.

I didn't know if he was home or still locked up but I honestly didn't care. He could rot in that shit.

I was hurt that he decided to just tell me that he had sex with Kayla like it wasn't a big deal. I should've went with my gut feeling when I first found out that she was his "assistant". I knew something wasn't right.

I was mad at myself because I may have lost someone very important to me all because I stood by Kai. And that person is Jaylen. I've neglected Jaylen and even Odell, pleasing Kai. I wouldn't be surprised if either one of them wanted nothing to do with me.

"Nigga just come over here, you just stopped coming over like I got roaches or some." I heard Odell say over the phone.

"You probably do." I heard Jaylen say.

"Stop playing foo."

"Aight, whatever here I come."

"Wassup? You straight? Need a hug?" Odell greeted me with a smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile, because I knew O would always be there for me no matter what.

"Yes please." He quickly embraced me in a long, much needed hug. I honestly didn't wanna let go at all.

He knows about what's been going on. I told him every single thing. From Jaylen and I's past relationship, and everything that just went down with Kai. He was upset  about Jay and I at first, but he still showed me some support. I feel sorry for Kai if Odell ever sees him.

"You can cry if you need to, I won't let go." He kissed my cheek, and I just pulled away from the hug. I knew I'd start crying and I honestly didn't feel like it.

"That's ok. I'm bout to make a salad. Want some?" I asked as he nodded before going back in the living room because Jaylen had came in. The season was coming up for O, so I was trying to get him to eat as healthy as possible.

"Sup wit you and ole girl?"

"See.. I wasn't really too happy about this baby shit at first but as the days go by, it's hitting me more that I'm really bout to be a daddy so I can't help but get excited. It might be a lil early, but fuck it. We straight though." He looked really happy.

"Hope the baby don't look like you. Wassup with you and my sister though?"

"What?"

"I ain't tripping bro, she told me everything. Why you ain't tell me?"

"Cause it honestly wasn't even a big deal, we was literally just friends. I been trying to get with her fake ass for the longest, but she was forever blowing a nigga off for her punk ass boyfriend. And I find it real funny how she gone try and text me on some sweet shit after her nigga got locked up. Robyn can really kiss my ass."  

I needed to leave.

**

After avoiding Odell and Jaylen, I left the house to go drive somewhere to clear my head. His affection was much appreciated and needed but, I just needed to be by myself right now. It was late, two in the morning and here I was driving on open road; talking to God, to my parents, to myself and I was longing for responses that I couldn't receive.

My mistake was settling for Kai when I saw the signs, I admit that his love or lust, whatever the fuck we shared made my opinions and actions skew in a horrible ass direction. I was ignoring everyone else but him, while he was out fucking his assistant and trying to pick up where he left off with her. I ignored the one person who was literally always there for me. Jaylen. Odell is our common denominator, I was Dell's sister and Jay was his best friend which made it damn near impossible to avoid each other.

I fell in love with his company, despite his smart ass mouth, I fell in love with him without even realizing it. Because of his hard ass demeanor, it was hard to read him. I had no idea if he felt the same way; Kayla being pregnant gave me my answer to the million dollar question. This was all just too fucking much. I'm muhfuckin' tide.

Eventually, I grew tired of driving and ended up on a familiar doorstep. My alternative best friend; we didn't have to talk every day but whenever we linked, it was vibes. Enough to make you forget about anything and that's what I need right now. I knocked and stood there with my arms folded across my chest. When the hell did it get so cold? Minutes passed until I saw some lights turn on. I smiled and waited for him to come answer the door.

"I ain't seen you in a minute and you gon' come knockin' at three in the mawnin', baby?" I shrugged and looked down at my Uggs. He pulled me close to him by my pajama pants and kissed my temple, hugging me tightly. I miss Qua so fuckin' much!

"What's going on, mama?" he whispered, pulling me into his house while locking the doors to my truck outside, activating the alarm.

"Mm? Who fuckin' wit' my one and only?"

I tried to talk but my throat was all sore and fucked up from crying so much. He saw that and tried to calm me down, bringing me over to his couch and putting a blanket over me.

"You gon' let me know wassup or I gotta end every nigga in ya phone for playin' wit' your heart?" I still didn't feel like talking because I would end up crying, trying to go in depth to explain this situation.

"Aight fine," Qua jogged upstairs and came back with a big ass gun and took the safety off, heading for the front door, snatching my phone from me. "Let's start with that football playin' nigga with the Ramen head."

"Qua, stop!" I managed to croak. "Fuckin' talk to me, Robyn. I know it's a nigga that fucked up ya emotions. Talk or I'm sprayin' bout you."

"Sit down." he put the safety back on and went to put his gun back. He returned with tissue and did as I said. I went on to tell him everything. From meeting Jaylen to storming out of Kai's house. The tissue definitely came in handy when I came to the realization of my words. I lost my best friend and boyfriend to the same bitch.

Quavo was silent for a few moments and when I went to say something, he stopped me. "You need peace, baby. Shut the fuck up and rest in it." he cut me off and I sighed and closed my eyes. "I'ma go get some loud. We gon' smoke and watch ya favorite movies and have peace. Gon' be real serene 'round this bitch." I smirked and watched him go upstairs. He's exactly who I need right now.

"Poetic Justice, Brown Sugar, or Love Jones?" he asked and I shrugged, eating from the carton of ice cream in his empty ass fridge. He was always out of town and I caught him a few hours before he was supposed to leave.

"All three, shit. Ain't gon' have you mopin'." he put one in and came to sit next to me and began to roll a blunt. I put my feet on his lap and laid down.

"Lucky you got some pretty ass feet." I smirked and got comfortable. Usually, I would be reciting this shit word-for-word but I couldn't get into it. Jaylen and Kai wouldn't leave my mind. Within each scene, I would pause the movie to bother Quavo with questions.

"Qua, is it my fault that he cheated? I thought we were good. I met his family, we almost collaborated on the business side, I trusted him."

"Ya problem is that you trust niggas way too quick, you wanna be everybody friend. A nigga could walk past you on the sidewalk and bam, you tryna bond and be friends. Niggas got motives, all they need is an easy target." he passed me the blunt and I pulled from it, coughing for a brief moment.

"Easy target?" I mumbled.

"Don't take it to heart, you just too nice. You let shit fly too much and you don't realize it until it's too late. None of my ex hoes could have keys to all my shit, pins to all my accounts, none of that shit, WHILE I'm tryna gain trust of someone else and I claim I love 'em. Nah. Karma a bitch though." He was right.

"As for the other nigga, he ain't realize what the fuck he had. Ya'll could've been somethin', just don't go lookin' for love. Its gon' come."

I sighed. I wish he was there before all of this started. "You nothin' short of a queen, treat yaself like one. Be stingy with ya love, don't go giving that shit out like a hug."

"Can I have one?" I mumbled and he laughed, pulling me up and putting the blunt in the ashtray so I could hug him.

"Shoulda had me there, auditionin' niggas to play a part in ya life."

"I know." I whined against his chest. My eyes got heavier and heavier each second.

"Tired, mama?" I nodded and stretched.

"Get in the guest bed, den."

"Nooo, after the movie."

"We both know you gon' be gone by the time Pac and Janet get acquainted."

He was right.

Jaylen

After reading this bullshit ass letter that I seen on Kayla's table, I was.. I don't even know. There ain't a single word that can describe what I'm feeling.

It was a letter from that nigga in jail. The part that pissed me off was him saying they fucked and the baby she carrying could possibly be his. Who does that shit? I hate a lying ass motherfucker.

I know I wasn't supposed to be snooping and shit, but fuck that. She asked me to look for some papers anyways, and I just happened to see some shit that's important. Part of me felt like choking her, part of me felt like killing her. Just a feeling. I'd never put my hands on a woman.

I wanted to wait until her clumsy ass got out of the shower, but fuck it. I was anxious.

She deserves an oscar. We were just out shopping for the baby and she was acting as if she didn't know. Everything was going good, too.

I went to the cemetery to talk to my ma and everything.

Storming to the bathroom, I opened the door and snatched the curtain back, only for her to scream like somebody was stabbing her. I looked at her body for a second, then snapped out of it.

I wasn't the type to just assume so let me be calm about this shit.

"So... we pinning kids on niggas now?" I asked as her eyebrows came together.

"What?" I started to grow annoyed. I know she heard me loud and clear.

"Man just get out the shower and meet me in the room." I told her before walking out. I plopped down on my King size bed, waiting for her to come out. A couple of minutes passed by, and I felt the bed dip.

"What were you saying?" I held the bridge of my nose, silently praying to God to give me at least one bit of strength.

"Kayla stop playing dumb, that shit gone piss me off. I know you read that fuckin' letter." I gritted through my teeth as she pushed me a little.

"Why were you going through my stuff?!"

"Nigga you told me to find the fucking papers from the doctor in ya bitch ass purse!"

She didn't say anything.

"So you don't know how to talk all of a sudden? Usually you don't know how to shut up."

"Look, Jaylen.. I had sex with Kai a little after the first time we did but that was the only time. So to be honest, I don't know who's the father."

By now I was livid. These hoes is too fucking much. First Robyn, now this motherfucker. How I let this shit happen?

"So why the fuck you get my hopes up like that?!"

"Because I had a strong feeling that it's yours!"

"And I got a strong feeling that you need to get the fuck out my crib and get a fucking DNA test!"

"Jayle-"

"Jaylen nothing bro, get yo ass out." I shook my head, going back in my room and plopping down on the bed. A few seconds later I heard the front door slam and I swear I had the urge to destroy everything in this bitch.

I was mad cause a nigga was honestly excited for possibly no fucking reason. I've missed out on big opportunities trying to help Kayla out and be a good baby daddy. I don't condone domestic violence, but women like Kayla deserve that shit.

I needed to drive.

**

I had just finished my second blunt of the day, and I was chillin'. I even had some dirty, and I know I shouldn't be driving but fuck it.

I came to a stop as I ended up in front of some Fashion Show everybody was coming out of. It was NYFW. I had heard about it, but I was too busy with my head up Kayla's ass to even think about going.

I called the woman that I was supposed to be picking up, but that shit went straight to voicemail. Just as I was about to call again, the passenger side opened and a woman with Gucci shades and a red pants suit stepped in. She quickly typed her address in the GPS and took off her blazer.  

"I suggest you hurry up because there's gonna be so much traffic." She sighed, sitting back and putting her seatbelt on.

I just nodded because I honestly ain't feel like talking. I was just doing this cause I wanted to drive and why not do something that I'm getting a lil extra cash for?

"Where are my manners? How are you today, sir?" She smiled,

"I'd be straight if you stopped talking for just a second." I stated as she scoffed.

She snatched her glasses off before leaning up to take a look at me. I noticed that it was motherfucking Robyn. Why am I surprised? She the only person I know that's always like this. This was like dejavu from the very last time I spoke to her.

*Flashback*

“My nigga, I ain't stutter. Sit back, close ya damn mouth, and put ya fuckin' seatbelt on. Better rate me my five stars too." Putting my car in drive, I peeled away from the curb and blasted some music. The ride was starting to calm me down but Robyn's sensitive ass was gunna bring me back up there again.

"Jaylen." she mumbled, I looked straight ahead at the road and clenched my jaw.

"Jay!" she mumbled a little louder and I sighed, turning the music down.

"Fuck you want? I listen with my ears, not my eyes." I barked. I honestly wasn't even tryna tread soft with her anymore. Yeah, I cared about her more than anybody else in my life except family, but she held a good amount of responsibility that caused the fuckery a while back. Where the fuck was my feelings getting me anyway?

"I haven't seen you in a while. Just wanted to know if you were good."

"I'm still standing." I said simply, following the GPS. It was taking all of me not to stare into her eyes, that's what had me gone when I first saw her.

"How's the painting?"

"Ion wanna talk about it."

"Wh-"

"You don't hear good today? Need a fuckin' Q-Tip? That's what I said man, I don't wanna fucking talk about it."

She got quiet and I looked over for the first time and took in her appearance. She's perfect when she ain't trying but when she get her nails and feet done, hair done, and that face beat? NIGGA. She was every man's dream. Her intentions be good but the way she go about handling situations is hell.

She looked like she wanted to say something again so I just beat her to it. I hated that she always made me have a soft spot for her ass. "What?" I asked and she looked away quickly, with tears welling in her eyes. Man.

"What's wrong?"

"Jaylen, I'm fine." she wiped her eyes carefully with some tissues and coached herself in the mirror. "It's fine."

"Asshole. I feel you though. This whole shit had me on the verge of losing it. It was fuck everybody for a long time, still is."

"Even me?"

"Honestly, yeah. You and me had something lit and you let dick come between us multiple times. I don't wanna lose you but that time away helped. I just can't be as cool wit' you, feel me?"

"I get it. I'm so sorry, Jaylen."

"Yeah, you gotta prove it. Empty ass apologies and promises."

"I'll cook you some din din." she said sweetly and I cringed. Watching The Strange Thing About The Johnson's was one of my biggest regrets. Fuck that movie and Rob for talking me into it.

She was laughing uncontrollably and I smirked. "Whatchu cookin' for a nigga?" I mumbled, stopping at the light and giving her my attention.

"Anything. I highkey miss your energy and your company after long days at work."

"Aight, I'ma end my shift and see what's shakin' at the crib, ain't been there in a minute."

I had a good feeling about tonight. She was single again with no man blinding her vision, still fine as fuck, and still had potential to be my ride or die. We all know Robyn though.

*Flashback Over*

That was before she decided to go keep seeing that nigga when he first got locked up, like a dumbass. I cut her off completely, and here we are now.. 8 months later.

"Jaylen, you're eyes are hella low and redder than my lipstick! Why are you driving?"

Damn I could've sworn my mama died years ago.

"I been doing this shit all day, I know what the fuck I'm doing. It ain't like it matter. I almost died a few months back and you was being fake so don't try to act like you give a fuck now." She looked taken back by my choice of words.

"I don't care?"

"Man I ain't bout to go through this bullshit right now. You not bout to fuck up my high. Shut up."

"Shut up? Jaylen, we haven't talked in almost a year!"

"And I'm doing just fine, Ion need you. There was a point in my life when I didn't even know you and I could go back to that shit with no problem."

"Word?"

"Word."

"Look, just because you finally got some sense and stopped being pussy whipped, realizing that it wasn't your baby... doesn't mean you have to be mad at everyone else."

I started to question how the fuck she even knew that but I was stuck on the fact that she said I was pussy whipped. Says the girl who takes back the nigga that shot her best friend just because he gave her some dick. I ain't ever going out like that, she got me fucked up. First of all, who the fuck was she talking to like that?

We were almost home, I couldn't wait to get out this damn car.

"Oh so you wanna talk about whipped? Don't even get me started on yo dickmatized ass!"

"Dickmatized?" She questioned.

I had parked my car, and got out quick as fuck waiting on her granny ass. I wasn't done with this shit. She blew my High away a long time ago, so I was bout to talk hella shit. "Say what ever else you got to say!"

"Get yo ass out the car, we gone finish this shit in my crib cause I got a lot to fucking say!" I waited for her to go in front of me before shutting the door. Her dumb ass was trying to walk all fast, and since she had on heels she almost fell.

Once we reached the elevator, I immediately pressed the number 2 and waited patiently for the shit to go up. Only reason I wasn't talking shit right now is because we in public. That fight I had with King Kong almost got a nigga put out.

Before the elevator could even open all the way, I stepped off and walked down a lil bit towards the outside of my door. I unlocked the door and waited for her to go in. "Go." I mugged her as she did the same, leading the way to my room.

She plopped down on my bed as I paced back and forth across my room to prevent myself from doing something that I might regret.

"Why'd you bring me here if you weren't gonna say anything?!" She yelled, standing up in front of me.

"Who you yelling at?" I rose an eyebrow standing up, towering her. All of a sudden, all that shit she was talking had went out the window.

"I hate you.." she crossed her arms. She took her jacket off, throwing it on my bed, fixing her hair in the process. I didn't wanna admit it, but she looked good as fuck right now.

"I hate yo ass, too." I sat down next to her. After a while, there was silence between us until we both leaned in for a kiss. In between our long, passionate kiss, her clothes were being thrown like this was a game.

Once her bra was off, I stared at her small perky breast in admiration. Glancing up at her face, her cheeks were rosey red as she shyly let me stare at her. Taking it upon myself, I placed my warm mouth on one of her nipples and began sucking as if I was gone win a prize. Gripping the back of my head, she moaned out in pleasure.

With her nipple still in my mouth, I slowly swirled my tongue around her nipple ring that I was starting to love. Usually I hated them.

Laying her down on the bed gently, she ran her hands up and down my 6 pack. Helping her out a bit, I took my wife beater off for her. Adjusting myself in between her legs, I laid my body flat on top of hers as I began to kiss and suck on her neck.

Finding her spot, I sucked, licked and kissed it like my life depended on it.

“Ooou Jaylen..” Her soft moans filled my ears. Feeling my dick twitch inside my sweats, I felt Robyn's  hand come in contact with it. Grunting as she rubbed my it, she slipped her hand inside my pants and slowly made her way inside my polo boxers.

“Gone head.” I assured. Feeling her soft warm hand stroke him slowly, I could tell by her facial expression she didn’t expect for me to be this big.

Smirking at her innocent ass, I kissed her plump lips.

Continuing to stroke my hard member slowly, I continued to let my rough grunts escape my mouth. Tired of having her thinking she was in control, I lowered my body some. Kissing on her stomach, I slowly made my way down to her navel.

”Damn you fine.” I complimented. She giggled. It's crazy how we ain't talked in months, just got into an argument, and now I was about to fuck the shit outta her and teach her ass a lesson.

Getting to the waistband of her panties, I looked up at her waiting on her to go ahead for me to pull them down.

Nodding her head for me to continue, I anxiously slid her panties off revealing her wet glistening pussy. Most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her shit was gold.

Grunting lowly just at the sight, I could only imagine how she would feel once I was inside. Thinking of her warmth surrounding my dick and her juices dripping down it made dive in head first so I could speed it up. Ready to be inside her, I plunged in and out of her with my index and middle finger while french kissing her clit. Licking, sucking, anything you could think of.

“Fuck, slow down!" She cried out with an arched back. Smirking at pleasing her, I watched with nothing but lust in my eyes as she gripped her right breast in her hand and gave it a hard squeeze.

Going chin deep inside her pussy, my main priority was to make her cum. I knew for sure nobody had ever treated her body like I have just by the way she was moaning and squirming.

Wrapping both of my arms around her thighs, I kept em that way to keep her in place. "Fuck you think you going?"

”Jay, I’m bout to cum!” She yelled out.  With my tongue deep inside her and thumb pressed down on her clit, I took my free hand and pushed down on her stomach area. Watching her legs buckle against me, I rubbed her clit fast  just in time for her to cum.

Catching her juices with my mouth, she stared at me as she could barely open her eyes while trying to catch her breath. "We ain't done yet. Getcho' ass up." I smacked her thigh with a smirk on my face. We was bout to be in this bitch fucking like rabbits.

By now my dick was hard as a rock and I couldn’t wait any longer to be buried deep inside her. Stripping down to nothing, her eyes instantly dropped down to my dick and her mouth fell ajar.

"Scared?" I smirked. Looking back up at me, she looked surprised. I don't know why she acting like she ain't ever seen it before.

”I don't think I can handle it." Wasn't she just talking mad shit earlier? Like she was big and bad. Where that Robyn go?

“Nah, you bout to take this dick.” I chuckled, stroking my dick a little more, as I slid it up and down her opening. Looking at her for confirmation, she slowly nodded before closing her eyes.

Sliding myself in, she gasped. Grunting at her warmness and tightness, I intertwined my fingers with hers to keep her from running. After a while, I knew the pain had turned into pleasure because all you could hear was the lovely sound of her moans.

Thrusting in and out of her, her sweet moans filled my ears as she begged for me to go deeper inside of her. Fulfilling her fantasy, I pushed myself in balls deep. With her nails scratching my back, it only made me dig deeper and deeper inside of her.

Although I had planned on fucking the life out of her, that plan failed drastically once I felt how warm she was. Just an ounce of warmth had a nigga dick swelling and ready to give her a baby. Looking at the love faces she was making had a nigga weak. Damn she was beautiful.

Going on with this slow shit for little over an hour or whatever, she came 4 times while I nutted twice.

By now, it was time for Daddy to have his fun and show her ass what the fuck she been missing out on. From forever friend-zoning my ass, and always blowing me off for her aint shit ass boyfriend.

Yanking her up by her long tresses, she moaned out loud. I knew she was into that rough shit. Every innocent girl is.

Going over to the bottom of the bed, I lifted her body and brought her closer to the edge. Shoving myself inside her all over again, I began to fuck her shit up with no mercy.

By the way her pussy was wrapped around my dick, I swear it took everything in me to hide the love faces that I was making. She wasn't about to see that shit.

“Fuck..” I muttered as I watched myself slide in and out of her. Calling me daddy over and over, I smirked knowingly before ramming in and out of her.

"Don't stop!" She moaned loudly, and I swear I was bout to bust right then and there.

Rubbing her clit, her head fell back in satisfaction. Not wanting to stay in the same position for too long, I walked us over to one of the many chairs that rested in the corner while I was still beating her shit up. ”Jaylen, it's so big!” she cried out with each thrust I took.

Taking a seat in the chair, she straddled my lap. Adjusting herself, she started to hesitate because of how scary she was. ”Take this shit.” I assured before slamming her down.

”Jay, I can’t!" She whined. Placing her hands on my shoulders, I sat back a lil bit.

Putting my hands behind my head, Rob pushed her own self all the way down with clenched walls causing a quick moan to escape my lips.

Thanking god she didn’t hear me, she closed her eyes and started bouncing up and down like somebody granny.

Sucking my teeth, I shook my head. Placing both of my hands on each side of her hips, I bounced her up and down at a faster pace.

”Damn girl, keep it just like that aight?” Nodding her head I let her hips go and went back to my previous position.

Watching her work my dick like a pornstar  sent me over the edge a bit and I allowed some of my cum to spur inside of her. I couldn't help it.

Grabbing both of her nipples, I began to twist them since they were nice and hard. Moaning lowly, she started to slow down and her pants were picking up. ”Don’t fucking stop Robyn.” I spat.

“I’m bout to bust again.” I informed.

Flipping over to where she was now in the chair, I hammered her pussy until I could no longer go. Feeling my dick swell inside of her, that seemed to turn her on because she started cumming all over my shaft.

“Fuckkkk.” I grunted pulling my dick out  just in time, nutting all over her stomach. I looked down at her and noticed the tiredness on her face and smirked. 

"Goodnight, friend.”

**

It was going on 12 in the afternoon and I was putting my clothes back on. I was supposed to leave last night but a nigga ended up falling asleep. Big mistake. I was tryna show her who's boss, not the other way around. I couldn't help it, Robyn's pussy was gold. I wasn’t about to feed into her shit though, fuck that.

"Where are you going? Don't go." She mumbled as she started to sit up in the bed. I wanted to laugh. Now she was starting to show some type of emotion? Nah.

"Out." I stated plain and simple as I put my shirt back on.

"No Jay, let's sit here and actually talk."

"I'll see you when I see you, Robyn." I winked at her, before grabbing my keys and leaving.

I was doing her like how she been doing me. It ain't so fun when it's you.