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shawtuzi · 3 months ago

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this one’s for you anon <33

this is 18+ so mdni thank yew

“oh….wow….”

you were absolutely speechless at the sight between your legs—suguru holding satoru by the hairs at the nape of his neck in a heated….kiss???

you knew nothing good could come out of more than half a bottle of d’usse and two blunts, hence why the two of them were between your legs once again, taking turns obscenely slurping at your pussy—but something felt different this time.

the first time they ate you out, yes their tongues were in close proximity but they never exactly touched. this time around though, they had no problem tonguing at your clit at the same time, moaning in unison as they made out with your pussy and boarder line each other but not quite. until geto abruptly stopped and pulled gojo in for a bruising kiss.

“really? in front of her??” satoru giggled, laughing even harder when geto shoved him away, wiping your essence and the salvia from the kiss from his puffy lips. suguru kissed his teeth, “let’s not act like you weren’t trying to shove your tongue down my throat a minute ago,” he said referring to gojo purposely brushing his tongue against his while they were going down on you.

satoru’s eyes flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “look at her,” he chuckled nodding his head towards you, “babies at a loss of words.”

“well i mean how could i not be i just saw you two kiss—with a lot of tongue mind you!” you knew the two boys were very close and had a knack of sharing their women but this was very unexpected, just how far did things go between them??

“him giving me head is as far as it’s ever gone,” suguru said, breaking you out of your thoughts. he continued, “when spend copious amounts of time with someone you begin to get curious about things…didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if we did—”

“no no!” you squealed, shaking your head. you sat up to get a better look at them, “i’m not uncomfortable i just wasn’t expecting that is all,” you giggled, giving suguru’s arm a comforting squeeze. you leant over and grabbed a roach from the coffee table, now getting comfortable on the couch, confusing the two men kneeling before you.

you sparked the blunt, a mischievous glint swirling in your eyes. “did you like it?” you asked taking a hit of the blunt. geto’s cheeks immediately tinted pink, he cleared his throat before answering, “yeah it was pretty good.”

gojo scoffed, “‘pretty good’ yeah right. you were immobile by the time i was done with you.”

you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past your lips—the image of suguru geto sprawled out, breathless, and unable to move because of some head from gojo had you a little tickled….and kinda turned on.

“y/n are you okay? your smile is kinda creeping me out,” geto’s words fell on deaf ears, your mind too preoccupied with the best fucking idea you’ve ever had. “i have an idea, a really good one—suguru take off your pants.”

“huh???”

“yesssss!”

“please be quiet satoru.”

and that my friends is how geto ended up swapping places with you, sweatpants around his ankles, eyes rolled into the back of his skull while you and gojo both slurped at the tip of his dick.

“do you like it sugu? you aren’t even looking at us,” you pouted, cupping his balls in your hand, giving them a semi-rough squeeze. suguru’s mouth dropped open, his chest now heaving up and down rapidly.

“i c-can’t look—fuck! i can’t or i’ll cum i can’t i can’t i can’t,” his voice was shaky with every word it was too cute. you’ve never seen him in such a state—it made you kinda jealous gojo got to see him like this whenever he pleased.

“open your eyes suguru c’monnn,” satoru snickered, squeezing suguru’s tip so perfectly it had his toes curling. geto’s eyes suddenly popped open when he felt sloppy kisses against his thick thighs, he gritted his teeth, grabbing gojo by his white locks.

“don’t. do. that.” suguru panted, the urge to cum becoming unbearable. gojo cocked his head to the side, he licked his lips, humming at the salty yet sweet taste that was suguru geto. “what? you don’t want y/n to know how sensitive your thighs are—hmph!” satoru was interrupted by geto shoving his dick in his mouth, a low rumble emitting from his chest.

“thas’ more like it….c’mere baby,” suguru patted the spot on the couch next to him, his other hand still holding gojo’s hair in a tight grip. you were quick to hop on the couch, immediately smashing your lips against geto’s. geto moaned into the kiss, his arm finding purchase around your waist to pull you closer.

you ran your hand down suguru’s chiseled chest, satisfied by the little whimper that slipped past his lips when you began to tweak at his nipples. his hips bucked up making satoru gag, but it was certainly nothing he couldn’t handle. geto’s hand snaked down to your soaked center, he wasted no time plunging two fingers inside, his thumb making quick work rubbing tight circles on your clit.

the three of you stayed like this for a while—suguru sloppily fingering your dripping cunt, meanwhile satoru deep throated sugu’s dick like his life depended on it. “i’m!—i’m cumming!” your pussy clenched around geto’s fingers like a vice, your body slumping against his.

geto still held you close, roughly pumping his fingers in and out in and out until your thighs were soaked and you were pushing him away with whatever strength you had left. gojo pulled off geto’s dick with a lewd pop! “mmm that was hot y/n,” he smiled up at you, running his big hand over your trembling thigh.

“think you can help me finish him off?”

you’ve never been knocked out of your post nut clarity so quick. you didn’t even bother responding, hopping off the couch and onto the floor once more between suguru’s thighs.

man did he look so good right now. his hair that was once in a bun was completely disheveled, strands of jet black hair out in every direction. his chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, along with his face that was also a couple shades redder than when you first started. his muscles were bulging out due to him having the couch cushions in a death grip. yeah he looked delicious.

“ah shit,” suguru hissed when felt two hot tongues begin to caress his weeping tip. you suddenly felt a heavy hand rest on your head, turning it ever so slightly to the side until you were practically locking lips with gojo, suguru’s twitching dick still in the middle. geto let out a low whistle, patting your head gently, “what a fucking sight—ah! this is mmm fuck.”

geto’s praise had you both preening, now making it your mission to make him cum. you swirled your tongue down sugu’s dick to his balls, sucking one into your mouth. you ran your hand over geto’s trembling thigh gently before digging your nails into the soft skin, you dragged your nails down, leaving red streaks trailing behind.

“f-fuck shit—okay m’cumming m’cummingggg,” suguru threw his head back, moaning so loudly and pathetically it had your thighs clenching with need once more. milky white spurts dribbled from his cock and you and satoru slurped up every bit, the feeling of both your tongues lapping at his tip nearly driving him into overstimulation.

gojo gripped you by your cheeks, pulling you in for a nasty kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. “that was good yeah?” he smirked, wiping spit from your bottom lip. you nodded slowly, mind a daze from what had just happened. gojo chuckled giving you another kiss, which you happily returned.

“doesn’t the guy who just got his soul sucked out deserve a kiss too?”

you both turned your heads to look up a breathless suguru, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. you climbed on the couch, satoru following suit before leaning in to give geto exactly what he asked for.

you’d never been in a three way kiss before but it was definitely something. the three of you took turns sloppily exchanging kisses, and you definitely didn’t miss the way suguru palmed at satoru’s erection, making him whimper into the kiss.

“need some help?” you asked, breaking away from the heated kiss. gojo being the shameless man he was nodded with a pathetic ‘pleaseeee’.

“what do you say sugu?” you purred, looking up at him with the best doe eyes you could give. suguru looked at the both of your before letting out a dramatic sigh, “i guess—”

“YES! REJOICE!!!” satoru jumped up, quickly removing his pants, freeing his aching dick from its confinements. he cackled at the look on suguru’s face,“don’t worry i’ll go easy on you sweetheart,” he giggled patting his cheek.

what on earth had geto gotten himself into???

#idk what this is…but there might be a part 2…..#anyways hope yall enjoy it *kiss kiss*#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo saturo smut #geto smut #geto suguru smut

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nanivinsmoke · 1 year ago

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Liquor.

Toji Fushiguro x AFAB! Reader

something that i thought of when listening to liquor by chris brown. also gojo, geto and y/n are all adults. toji is older than them. enjoy!

summary: there’s something in this liquor~

warnings: contains nsfw content, public sex, bathroom sex, creampies, ass smacking, degrading, ass worshipping, mentions of cheating, mentions of a threesome and whatever i forgot.

His eyes pierced her voluptuous frame, while he downed shots of D’usse and she danced against the raven haired male. Although drinking alcohol didn’t make him drunk, he still downed it like water. His jaw clenched as he watched her turn her plump ass against the male’s crotch. “looks like Geto and Y/N are practically having sex right here on the dance floor. don’t you think Toji?” Gojo teased, making Toji grip his shot glass with full force; causing it to burst into tiny little shards.

“Can it Satoru” Toji growled, the effects of the heavy liquor enhancing the deepness and tone of his voice, earning a chuckle from Gojo. She was punishing him. He had fucked someone else, someone she didn’t like and she was punishing him by grinding on someone he also didn’t like. Although the two weren’t a couple and were just fuck buddies, they had both established rules and he broke them number one rule.

“I’m just saying, maybe she wants to fuck something new. Say, do you think she’ll finally give me a taste?” Gojo’s words seemed to anger him more and he quickly turned and gave him glare, making Gojo put his hands up in defeat. Turning his attention back over to the woman, his anger increased when he saw Geto grab Y/N’s ass. He immediately walked over there, bumping into a few people who were dancing; not even caring to say excuse me to them either. When he reached the two, he pulled Y/N by her manicured hands, forcing her away from Geto.

“Toj—“ She began to protest, but when she saw the look in his eyes she knew there was no use. “Bye, Geto~” She said a little too flirty for Toni’s liking, which caused him to grip her hand a little tighter and pull her away from the male and the dance floor. As the two disappeared into the crowd, Geto made his way over to Gojo whom slid him a 20 dollar bill. Gojo had paid Geto to piss Toji off in the worst way, but really all Geto had to do was show his face; which would really anger Toji. Noticing the stiff boner in his pants, Geto looked at Gojo and thought of an idea. “If you could get Y/N to fuck the both of us, I’ll quadruple the amount of money you gave me.” With a smile, Gojo agreed to the bet and began to devise a plan in his head.

Walking into the club’s bathroom, he slightly pushed Y/n inside and closed the door behind him. She knew she was in trouble and the look on his face scared her and turn her on at the same time. But, she wouldn’t let him know that. She was still pissed at him for fucking the girl she hated the most. “What do you want Toji? I was enjoying his company.” Toji said nothing, her words go in one ear and out the other as he eyed her curvaceous body. The pink latex bodycon dress she had on, hugged and highlighted every one of her curves, which he couldn’t help but to stare at. The more he looked at her, the hungrier he got. His desire for her increased along with the boner in his pants.

He quickly pushed them both into an empty stall, sitting down on the toilet seat and locking the door behind him. Slouching against the toilet, the older male commanded her with his long finger, beckoning for her to come to him. “I’m not having sex with you.” She tried to convince herself, but the feeling that was blooming inside of her was too overpowering. With an eyebrow raise and commanding her once again with his finger, she obeyed and sat on his clothed crotch; feeling his boner hardening against her.

Toji wasted no time and brought her into a sloppy, yet sexy kiss, the taste of liquor invading her mouth; making her melt against him. His large hands palmed her fat ass, loving the heavy weight in his hands, he began to make her grind on him; her pussy dripping onto his green pants. The friction on her clit from his pants had caused her to moan, as much as she wanted to be mad at him she needed to feel him inside of her. She’d punish him later, after she indulged into her punishment. Pulling up her dress slightly, so he could grip her ass better, his anger and horniness increased once he had saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. She was dancing against another man with nothing under her dress.

Catching her off guard, he sent a harsh smack to her ass, causing a loud yelp to escape her mouth. She pulled back from the kiss and noticed the look on his face. Y/N knew that she fucked up, but she also knew that she was about to get fucked hard. He continuously sent harsh smacks to her ass, leaving a big hand print on her round booty. He loved hearing her moan and yelp out, it turned him on even more. No longer able to contain himself, Toji reached underneath her and unzipped his pants, pulling his hard cock through the hole.

Y/N quickly guided his hard dick to her entrance, slapping the tip against her swollen clit a couple of times; coating it in her juices before sliding down onto him. He filled her up completely, his girth stretched her out, while his tip almost kissed her cervix. He was the perfect match for her. He didn’t even have to tell her what to do or how to do it either because she began to bounce up and down on his shaft. Her head fell back in pure ecstasy while her cunt wet up his dick completely, slowly creating a white film of cream over it.

The thought of being mad left her mind, completely. He was so good to her without even trying. “Mhm. Don’t fucking stop,” He growled, slapping her ass again while also helping her ride. She then began to slam her cheeks down harder, making the sound of her ass and the base of his pants echo throughout the bathroom. “I’m cumming! Shit im cumming, daddy~” She rolled her hips as he touched her spot, cumming on him hard.

He didn’t let her get the chance to rejuvenate before he stood up and pressed her body against the door, pulling his pants down to his ankles, slamming his dick into her. She moaned loudly and placed her hands against the door to brace her self. He was fucking her so good, she was drunk off of his cock. As he fucked her against the stall door, the sound of the bathroom door startled her, along with the two voices of their male friends. Gojo and Geto had followed them to the bathroom, hoping to get a peak at the action. Usually she would be worried about getting caught, but this time something about it had excited her even more.

Y/N threw her ass back against Toji, the sound of their skin connecting and her sloppy cunt echoed throughout the room. The two males stood still, the erotic sounds of their friend’s having sex slowly started to get to them. Pulling her head back towards him, he deepened his strokes and whispered in her ear, “Cum for me, slut. Cum for me while they can hear!”

She nodded her head and began babbling incoherent words, as her peak came upon her. “Oh fuck!” Following right behind her with sloppier strokes, Toji emptied his thick load into her before he pulled himself out, some of it spilling out of her and onto the floor. Panting against the door, her legs shook and her clit throbbed some more. She was nowhere near done. She needed more and she knew exactly where to get it from.

“Take me home baby, I’ve got a surprise for you~”

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nobodygetsza · 5 months ago

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┆𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖠𝖳･｡ﾟ — series

┆𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖸･｡ﾟ — a background of how Araya met Armando and how she found out she was pregnant with their daughter.

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┆𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲･｡ﾟ — swearing, smut, oral sex ( female receiving ), pregnancy and giving birth.

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Chapter 0⛓️: How The Queen Met Her King

📍TIJUANA, MEXICO📍

╭ 4 Years Ago, 2016 ╯

THE MUSIC ECHOED off the walls of the nightclub as the dance floor was filled with people from shoulder to shoulder. Araya didn’t have a care in the world as she danced with her best friend Desiree with a bottle of Corona in her hand. Both women were here on a little vacation together. They needed this getaway from the bullshit they had going back home. Especially Araya.

From across the establishment, a pair of dark mischievous eyes stared at the young woman. Slowly trailing from her head to her full lips, before lingering on her exposed breasts and finally on the curvature of her hips. Armando became mesmerized watching the voluptuous woman wine her waist to the beat of the current song. The two women attracted a group of people and a young man came up behind Araya and wrapped an arm around her body. Seeing this Armando’s blood started to boil, getting higher and higher by the second.

Downing the remaining D’usse Cognac in his glass Armando stared at them as he stood up and walked to where they were. Armando wanted her. Something within him made him crave her body and want to hear her moan beneath him. He reached out, tapping the guy on the shoulder. The young man turned around to protest but the look Armando gave him made him second guess.

The music played before switching to a slower song making Armando grab Araya by the hips. Araya presumed it was the gentleman who had her by the waist before and continued to buck and whine her waist. Armando held her hips pressing her body against his as he moved his hips in sync with hers. His hand rested on her lower stomach while the other trailed up her torso, past her full breasts to her neck, and gave it a light squeeze. As the woman let out a soft moan, the air around them grew thicker and clouded with desire.

“¿Quieres poner en práctica estos movimientos?” Armando whispered in her ear, running his bottom lip along the shell of her earlobe. ( “Do you want to put these moves to use?” )

An instant heat rushes through Araya’s body straight to her panties, soaking them. Who could have a voice so soft yet husky? Araya turned in the man’s embrace and came face to face with the most handsome and scrumptious human being she had ever seen. Standing at 5 '11, with a killer body, chiseled features, a beard she wanted to moisturize, and a smile that god had created to make a woman’s panties drop to the floor, Armando stared at Araya with lust clouding his dark brown eyes. She couldn’t believe her eyes and for a minute she thought her mind was playing tricks on her.

“¿Cómo te llamarás, cariño?” Araya purred in his ear, running her right hand from around his neck, down his muscular chest before settling on his waist. ( “What might your name be, sweetheart?” )

“Armando. ¿Cómo te llamas hermosa?” He replied, snaking his hand around Araya’s waist to settle on the cleft of her ass, right under the cheek, and gripped it. ( “Armando. What’s your name beautiful?” )

“¿Cómo sé que puedo confiar en ti?” The young woman questioned, staring at Armando as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as the sexual tension grew. ( “How do I know I can trust you?” )

Armando smirked before leaning down her ear and whispering in English, “I wouldn’t have told you mine if I didn't trust you. So what do you say, cariña?”

As he leaned back and stared down at Araya he could see the wheels turning rapidly in her mind. He made her mind go fuzzy or maybe it was the drinks she consumed. All Araya knew was that this man was about to eat this sweet punani from the front to the back. Smirking, Araya slid her arms back around Armando’s neck and smiled.

“Marca el camino, Armando.” She whispered before turning around and walked away. ( “Lead the way, Armando.” )

Armando couldn’t help but look down at the way Araya’s ass switched from left to right as she walked. He wanted to reach out and smack it but told himself to wait. The man chuckled before following Araya outside of the building where his car was parked. A sleek black Mercedes-AMG SL63 Roadster. Araya was in awe and also impressed.

Loud thumping echoed through Armando’s apartment as the pair stumbled inside. Their harmonized moans and groans bounced off the walls as they were entangled in a heated kiss; their tongues fighting each other. One by one an item of clothing came off as they tripped over the other's feet laughing. It must’ve been the liquor coursing through their veins. Or maybe the sexual attraction.

Araya moaned, spreading her legs as Armando traced his fingers along her clit, coating them in her sweet juices. He stuck them in his mouth before easing them into her. Instantly Araya’s walls tightened around those wet digits making her moan, throwing her head back. Armando leaned down, taking the woman’s clit into his mouth, sucking on it. She thought he had an outstanding mouth.

“Eso se siente tan bien.” The young woman moaned, placing her hand on the back of his head. ( “That feels so good.” )

Her legs shook, a signal that she was about to have an earth-shattering orgasm. Something she hasn’t experienced since her teen years. Araya could feel his circle beard scratching against her sensitive pussy giving her that extra stimulation she needed. With a loud gasp, Araya’s legs shut around Armando’s head as the snap within her broke. Armando overstimulated her even more by removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue.

“Tu coño sabe tan bien.” Armando groaned, pulling away to watch her body shake. ( “Your pussy tastes so good.” )

Armando’s duck was hard as a rock as he shifted Araya’s legs in the air, pushing her knees to the bed. The stretch Araya felt made her eyes roll to the back of her head as he slid inside of her wet tight walls. Araya moaned, holding the back of her knees as the man above her started taking her to Pound Town.

“Shit, it’s so good.” Araya moaned, holding onto Armando’s wrist that rested on her thigh.

“You feel so good, beautiful. So tight.” Armando whispered in Araya’s ear, softly nibbling her earlobe. He immediately felt Araya clench around him.

She always loved a man with a nice deep husky voice and damn it I think she found one. Araya wrapped her arms around Armando’s shoulders from underneath scratching her nails down his back. He groaned, pounding her spot again and again. Tears brimmed Araya’s eyes from the intense pleasure and this didn’t go unnoticed by Armando. Armando smiled down at the woman and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Araya was so dazed in pleasure so much that she could feel the knot within her stomach beginning to tighten. “Oh yes! Right there!” The overstimulation of his rough finger and the pounding made Araya’s eyes roll to the back of her head.

Her fingers gripped the sheets, almost pulling them off the bed as her moans bounced off the apartment walls. “No voy a durar mucho. Te sientes demasiado bien.” Armando could feel his body heat up and his balls clench.

“¡Oh dios mío, sí!” Araya cried out as her orgasm smacked her like a semi-truck on the street. ( “Oh my god, yes!” )

The feeling of Araya’s pussy clamping down on his cock made him thrust in her a few more times before coating her walls with his cum. Armando stared at where they met as he slowly pulled out of her seeing both of their creamy essence mixed. He could stare at cum coated pussy all day. As he fell beside her heavily breathing he noticed Araya’s legs shaking and knew he accomplished what he planned to do.

Armando also knew that he had to keep her around; he had to keep her. With a pussy as good as hers he couldn’t let her go that easily.

📍MIAMI, FLORIDA📍

╭ 3 Years After, 2019 ╯

After Armando and Araya slept together in Tijuana he knew he wanted her so they exchanged numbers and kept in contact. Whenever they were in the same area they met up and had sex with each other and it was incredible every time. Armando became so comfortable around her that he told her what he did for a living. Of course, Araya wasn’t phased seeing as she dabbled in the same profession as he did. Everything was going well; they’d bring justice to those who needed it until she found out she was pregnant.

Araya sat on the toilet staring at the pregnancy test in her hand. This couldn’t be right, can it? The test couldn’t be right. She grabbed another one off the counter and peed on it. After waiting five minutes the same result came up.

Pregnant +

A knock on the bathroom door made Araya look up out of her thoughts. Her best friend Desiree was with her because she called her in a panicked state.

“What do the results say?” Desiree asked from outside the door.

Araya opened the door and showed the sticks to her. “Hold shit bitch you’re going to be a mom!”

“Why are you so happy? What if Armando’s pissed off?” Araya responded, shaking her head.

“Girl, first of all, relax. Armando has feelings for you, deeply. Talk to him.” Her best friend consoled, seeing Araya’s nervous face.

“We haven’t even talked about having kids.” Araya sighed, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

“Well, you two fuck like rabbits whenever you’re around each other,” Desiree responded, shrugging her shoulders. “It was bound to happen since you guys don’t use condoms either.”

“Shut up,” Araya said, rolling her eyes.

Araya knew she was going to have to talk with Armando eventually so why not today right? Grabbing her phone she sent him a text saying they needed to talk, to come to her apartment and he responded with an okay. When Armando arrived Desiree left to give them privacy. Nervousness ran through Araya’s veins as she and the father of her unborn child sat in the kitchen.

“¿Qué pasa?” Armando asked, crossing his arms in front of her chest. ( “What’s wrong?” )

Araya sighed before answering, “I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do.” She looked up and stared into his eyes.

Different emotions ran through his mind as he tried to grasp the concept of what Araya just said. “You know what this means right?”

“What?” She asked, waiting for an answer.

“No one can know and you know that you won’t be able to get back out there,” Armando answered, referring to going on missions with him and her friends.

“So you’re not upset? You don’t want me to get an abortion?” Araya questioned, feeling uneasy. “Although it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had one.”

“No, although considering the circumstances.” He responded, smiling at her. Armando got up and went over to Araya and pulled her into a hug.

From that moment on Araya knew that Armando was her safe place.

Those thirty-seven weeks of pregnancy for Araya was a damn roller coaster. Her emotions were up, down, and looping around. She craved weird things like anchovies and chocolate milk, Oreos, and hot sauce. Armando bought her anything she wanted. He went to every appointment and didn’t miss one.

Whenever she was in pain he’d be there to help her through it. In the hospital room, Araya pushed as her life depended on it. Whoever said labor is easy she wants to shoot them in the face because that was a damn lie. She wanted to strangle Armando as he whispered sweet things in her ear. Nurses laughed when Araya told him to shut up or she was going to suffocate him with a pillow. After ten hours in labor and pushing their baby girl Auraina Maeve Aretas was born at 6:27 PM.

As Armando held his daughter he fell in love with her immediately. He knew that he’d kill anyone that would make that little girl upset or cry. Also, he knew the news of this couldn’t get out to the streets for the safety of Auraina and Araya.

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idkfnok · 1 year ago

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11:11: A Night In New Orleans (p1)

Main characters: Jehraye "Jay: Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

This is definitely a slow-burn.

PT2

“Excuse me.”

Yeah?

“I don’t mean to be a bother but, what cologne do you have on?”

Why, you tryna buy it for your man?

“Ha, no. but I do have brothers.”

Gotcha, It’s Sauvage.

“Thank you.”

You’re welcome.

Did you ask him?

Yea, It was Sauvage.

I told you.

I guess it does smell different on everyone.

She was pretty as hell.

“Who”

The girl that asked what you had on.

I wasn’t paying any attention.

I can tell. Cause if you were, you wouldn’t have let her walk away.

Where she at?

Over there in the corner by the bar.

Oh! She is pretty.

From that moment, I made it my mission to get her number. I wasn’t leaving that club without it. So I walked my happy ass right over to where she and her friends were sitting. A drink I thought she may like, in hand. I introduce myself to them and offer her the drink.

No, Thank you. I don’t know you. You could’ve done something to that drink

“Understandable. Would you like to come to the bar with me? You can get whatever you want.” she looks at her friends, and the one with the long ginger hair and a leather dress that laces up the sides says

“Girl, go ahead. We can see and I ain’t come by myself. If you get what I'm saying.”

Bet.

We get to the bar and she orders Sprite, Grenadine and a lemon. Then asks for a double shot of D’usse. The Bartender looks at me and I order the same.

I’m Jay, By the way.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Alani.”

You , Alani. Are gorgeous.

“Thank you”

Imma keep it short, I clearly think you're gorgeous and would like to have your number. I told myself that I wasn’t leaving here without it.

“What if my answer is “no” “?

I’d take “no” for an answer. I wouldn’t want to though.

Well, you come across as a decent person and you’re quite handsome yourself. ( ) -___-____.

Thank you.

I ask if she and her friends would like to do a little bar hopping with me and mine. She walks away, comes back and we all agree to meet up at The Saint bar and Lounge. We walk in, sit down and order more drinks and food. She and I talk all night. I’m sitting so close to her, I’m sure that folks think we’re in a relationship. I don’t mind though, that could very well be my end goal.

Time must have been flying because I look up and it’s 3 a.m. in the fucking morning and I got a little bit of a hangover to sleep off. So, I lean over, tell her i’m about to leave. I stand up and she does the same before I ask her to put my number in her phone. She does so and I go home.

I wake up to a message that says “Good morning beautiful, if you’re feeling up to it, meet me at Nana’s Chicken N Waffles by 10.” I look at the clock and it’s 9 :16. I look up the location for the restaurant and see that it is a five minute walk from my hotel. So, why not?. I get up, Get dressed, tell Mari and Nya that i'm going out for breakfast with Jay. she gives me the groggiest “ I got glory wit me.” I used wonder why she named her gun that. She told me, “Cause that’s wey imma send em if dey make the wrong move.” Every time I think about it, I laugh because, girl what?

I leave the hotel room and go down to the lobby. I swear if I wasn’t on my way to get breakfast, I would’ve been right there with the rest of the folks eating because, damn, did that food smell good. Against my own judgment, I decide to walk out of the lobby and make my way to the restaurant. I walk into Nana’s and the hostess asks if I need to be seated. I told her I was here meeting someone; just then Jay gets up and comes up to the station and lets her know, i’m with him. As we’re walking to the table Jay tells me I smell good. “What kinda perfume do you have on?” he asks. “Brazilian Crush Cheirosa 40” I say. “What is that, like a Chanel no.5?” Hell no. this smells way better.” He looks at me with this innocent yet sly look on his face and a smirk on his lips and says “Especially on you.” We get to the table and sit down. We scan the QR Code for the menu. All of it sounds so good.

I order the Banana Foster Chicken -N- Waffles. Jay orders the Salmon Patties and A creole Seafood omelet. Before the waitress walks off he orders a “Nana’s Half and Half” for us and tells her to bring me a seafood omelet as well. In about 15 minutes, our food is brought to us. We sit and talk, laugh and flirt a little. I learn that his name is Jehraye“Jay” Guidry, He’s 28 from New Orleans, he’s 6’4, no kids, and doesn’t like when his hair tickles his collar bone and that's why he always has it braided back or in a high ponytail of some sort. Then I, being the person I am, start to calculate the bill.

“That’s a lot of money. Especially on top of what you spent last night.”

What did I spend last night?

“The double shots were $13 a piece, Sprites were $3, the next place we went to, you couldn’t have spent less than $85. In the last spot, it was about another $60. That is already way over $100.”

Okay.

“And now you’re about to spend no less than $85?”

And again I say “okay?”

“That’s A Lot of money for a stranger. You don’t know me, I could be tryna trick roll you or kill ya”.

Sweetie, That money aint even putting a dent in my pockets. As far as you trying to kill or trick-roll me; I can protect you, ya friends and mine with no issue.

“Okay, Benny Big Baller.”

Naw, I aint rich but-

“I’ll spend a lil bit. So who you wit--”

She points to me , I know what she wants so I give it to her and finish her sentence with “Let’s do this shit.” and we both jump in on the following vocalization.

“I couldn’t resist. What were you saying?”

I’m not rich but I am very comfortable. ------You like the food?

“ I'm not real big on breakfast food. These waffles though; delicious

Ain't they? My waffles taste better though.

She goes “Is that so?” “Yep. spend the night at my house, I’ll cook you breakfast and you can judge that for yaself.” I say. “ohhh , so you want to sleep with me?” “I do, and i’d appreciate it if you would allow me to show you what a night full of back-breaking, toe curling, mind-blowing sex with Jehraye Guidry is like……at some point in the near future.” “And If I say no, I have to pay for my food and the drinks you bought me and my friends last night huh? I’m glad I brought my wallet because I knew this was gonna happen.”

Wait, wait a minute love. Even if your answer is “no”. You aint gotta pay for any of this. I invited you out because I wanted to spend some more time with ya. I wanna fuck your brains out, respectfully; i aint gon lie but, if you don’t wanna, that’s fine AND I’m still gon pay for ALL of this.

“Well, that’s different. I’m not used to that.”

Yeah, you’re probably used to niggas who trying to spend more money than they have, trying to get something they can’t and turn into lil whiny ass babies when you don’t wanna fuck, huh?

“That’s about right.”

That aint me. If I couldn’t afford to take you here, I wouldn’t have offered.

“And what about this mind-blowing sex you speak of ?”

I wouldn’t have promised if I couldn’t deliver.

“You quite confident in your sex game huh, Jehraye?”

I am. I’m also confident in the fact that my waffles are better. She laughs a little then says;

“Now, I truly believe you just be saying shit.”

What you mean?

“You don’t remember what you said last night?”

No. Oh God, what the fuck did I say?

“Ohhhh Jay, you were bad, just saying anything.”

Stop playing, What did I say

“Can I grab your stomach, you look so soft.”

WHAT

That ain’t it. Then you said “Yo toes so pretty ,Can I suck on em?” mind you, It’s low-light and you can’t even see my toes”

It don’t get no worse do it?

“It does. When we was-”

Stop, I don’t need to know anymore of that Embarrassing shit.

“😆 you said it”

This why I don’t drink. I get around people I find attractive and all my kinks/ fetishes and shit start coming out.

“Oh? Fetishes, you say?”

Yeah. But let's keep it PG. I ain’t cool truly taking this conversation where it could go and you haven’t decided on whether or not you would even let me kiss you.”

“See I probably would have if…you ain’t just eat that Seafood omelet.”

Jay proceeds to look at the omelet with a little stank face and says “Damn, bruh. You ruining my chances.”

Not you talking to the food

“Man, you gotta talk to it 🙂 that’s how you know what it wants. Ya understand? You gotta know if it wanna be flipped, smacked, drilled, massaged…”

I thought we were keeping it PG?

“Ohh damn. I did say that .”

Just then my phone started vibrating.

Yes, you di- Hold on, my friend is calling me.

“Its cool.”

Lan where the hell you at? I told you I was getting breakfast with Jay. Girl, it aint breakfast no damn more. It’s twelve damn thirty! Oh shit. Aight, I’m about to leave.

“Everything good?”

Yeah, but I gotta go cause me and my friends have plans and our flight leaves in 7 hours.

“Damn, and I was gonna ask you to dinner.”

I’m sorry. I would like to, but I can’t.

“How about thursday after next?”

Oh no, I’m not from here.

“I can tell. But you have my number. We can Facetime, cook and enjoy a meal together. “

I’m down for that.

“Cool. Let me pay and I'll walk you out. -----Thank you Love, Here’s ya tip.”

OH! Thank you. The waitress walks away but not before saying, “Don’t forget to come pick up your child Friday ."

“Maaaaan, all I know is you better have him ready when I come.”

Yeah yeah

I look at Alani and she’s looking at me funny.

She then says “I thought you didn’t have any kids.”

I Don’t. I promise you it ain’t what you think.

“If you say so.” she replies

For real, that’s my Godson’s mama.

“Okay.”

We get up from the table and walk toward the double doors at the front of the restaurant. He opens and holds the door as I walk out. We reach the outside where the sun is beaming down on us and he still hasn’t let go of my hand when he turns to me and says “the crawfish and shrimp killed the kiss; but can I have a hug?” I give him a hug and this muthafucka lifts me off of my feet looks me dead in my eyes and says “Understand, not only am I willing and capable of figurativey sweeping you off your feet. I can do it literally too.” He puts me down and I stand there for a second waiting for him to unwrap his arms from around me. He says “See ya later Gorgeous. As i’m walking away my phone starts vibrating and I think it’s Mari or Nya but It was Jay. I pick it up and turn around, now walking backwards, smiling and looking at him.

Hello?

“Turn back around”

For what? Aint nothing back there for you to see.

“Maybe you had a stain in the back of your skirt and I’m tryna see.”

Ain’t no stain on my skirt Jay.

“How you know? You can't see back there.”

I know ain’t nothing back there because my period ain’t on, it’s clean and I didn’t sit on anything.”

“If you say so.”

I do. Do I have to keep walking like this or you gonna let me walk in peace.

“You turned around, i ain’t ask you to.”

Whatever.

Yeah, exactly 😂. Call me before you get on the plane.

I will.

“Aight, talk to you later.”

Later.

I hang up the phone and go back to the hotel, get to the room where Nya and Mari are getting dressed so we can leave. I’m still wearing the same green cargo style maxi skirt, tan cropped graphic tee, orange platform sandals and Crochet bucket hat I had on this morning. Cute but comfortable was definitely the move for today's outfit. Mari though, naw. Despite carrying a gun at all times, Mari wore very form fitting clothes and today was no different. She wore a long Jade Green crocheted halter top dress, A nameplate Necklace and these really pretty “Fairy '' heels she bought from somewhere. She had put her signature Ginger hair in a messy bun. How she finesses these wigs so well, I’ll never know. Nya, Had decided she was gonna step into her Stud bag today. She wore these light blue skinny jeans with cutouts at the knees, slightly Oversized “Cult Movie Club'' Steven Rhodes tee and some black Jordans.She threw that silk press behind her ears, put on that bucket hat and that watch her daddy gave her three years ago and we were out.

We had two things to do before we left. Visit Nya’s Grandma and go to New Orleans Drink lab. We went to the drink lab first. We had registered for the two hour class where we would be making cocktails like the Sazerac and the Hurricane. I learned how to properly muddle because apparently you can overdo it. We made and sipped a few drinks. They were damn good and I definitely took down some of the recipes in my notes so that I can go home and make myself about two of those hurricanes. I really enjoyed that. After we left the Drinking Lab we were on our way to Nya’s Grandma’s house.

She lives in one of those shotgun houses in the Treme Neighborhood. We pull up to the house and from the outside you can tell it’s an old house. It needs to be pressure washed but, She’s in her Seventies and her children either live out of state or fairly far away. So, it ain’t getting done right now. We get out of the uber suitcases in tow, and walk up to the house and I immediately recognize the Black storm screen covering the Orange four paneled crescent windowed door . Nya knocks on the door, her grandmother asks “who at my damn do’?” “It’s A’nya Granny.” She says and we listen as she fumbles with the locks, opens the door, Then the Storm door. No sooner than we walk in, the scent of cinnamon and oranges playfully dance about my nose.

Mrs. B, who we called Mama B, mama or granny; who doesn’t allow random people to call her by her full last name because “Without her husband, it’s only half a name.” keeps a cinnamon broom in every room in this house. Walking into this house feels like home. From the wood floors, fading and chipped red paneling on the walls, the shelf in the corner that houses all the knick-knacks and treasures she has collected over the years; that aged brown couch with the small coffee table directly in front it. The pictures of herself and the ones she loves on the walls, the decorative rug halfway under the table. Right down to the gas stove, small “ice box” that is situated next to the back door, A china cabinet on the wall opposite the stove and the beautiful knife block tucked into the corner where the end piece of the cabinet contours to the wall. It all felt like home.

Her house stayed warm because she always had the curtains open during the daytime. We walked to the table and sat down as Nya’s grandma asked if we wanted something to drink. No one declined the glass of Ice tea that was maybe a little too sweet from time to time. Then Mama B sat at the head of the table and started asking us about our time here in New orleans.

I see you still with that pretty wife of yours Nya

“Grandma, yes. I told you this was a forever thing” Nya said as she looked at Mari like she did 2 years ago on the night they got married.

If you aint got nothing else from your paw, you damn sure know how to pick em pretty.

“Thank you, Mama,” Mari says.

We talked about the drink lab, our stay at the hotel and the bar hopping we did last night. Nya brings up a story about how this guy tried to talk to her despite telling him she was married and her wife was sitting right next to her. The guy being dumb drunk says “I like girls who like girls.”

“Well what you say to him Ny-Ny, cause you a lil smart-ass like your daddie.”

He your son.

“Yeah, that’s why I know where you get it from.”

“She said; “Well I like boys who like boys. You okay with that?” Mari answered.

Got dammit girl. Yeah you definitely mine.

We all laugh at what Mama B says to Nya because it’s so true. Not only does she act like her, she looks like her grandmother. The same bright yellow complexion, round face, big ears and heart shaped mouth. She had her mama’s eyes though. After few more minutes of talking, i’m now the topic of conversation and am being asked if I met someone. Mari, jumps in and says “Yep. and he was cute too. He even took her out for breakfast this morning.”

“Oh?! Well what he look like?” asks Mama B

Cute. He was tall, brownskin, tattoos, a head full of hair. He had on a nice bracelet, a light brown cuban shirt, Tan pants . I couldn’t see his shoes though. And he had a pretty gold ring on his middle finger. Oh! A set a grillz that covered six of his bottom teeth.

“What’s his name baby?”

Jay Guidry.

“Oh, I don’t know anybody by that name.------Well did you enjoy his company?”

“Shoot we all did. He paid for ALL of her drinks and about 2-3 rounds of ours.” Nya says

“That’s good.” Granny says.

Our conversation continues for about another fifteen minutes before we tell Nya’s grandma that we have to leave. She hugs us all and kisses Nya on the cheek before we exit the house, get in the uber and make our way to the airport. On the ride back all I can think about now is, Jehraye. How handsome this dude really was. His facial features were so balanced to me. He had chubby cheeks but high cheekbones. A flat bridge but the tip of his nose was kinda round. His face was round but his jawline was sharp. He has small eyes and naturally arched eyebrows with eyelashes longer than Mari’s nails. He is exactly what you think of when you imagine someone who is pretty and handsome.

Before I know it, we were at the airport getting our bags from the trunk of the uber and walking into the airport. We went to the gate closest to our terminal and sat down. We had another hour and some change before the flight left so I decided to call Jay while Mari went and got Overpriced food from the subway.

Hello?

“How ya doing?”

Better now.

“Were you busy?”

Naw, I just got off the phone with my homeboy.

“The one that was with you last night?

Yeh, That fool ass bwoy.

“Why you say that?”

Man, this dude want me to ride two whole hours with him

“To where?”

Nowhere he just be going on random ass roadtrips

“That ain’t a bad thing.”

No, it’s not but once you done been stuck in a city, where you don’t know nobody, ya best friend getting pussy and you in a hotel room cause you ain’t got your car cause your so-called friend said ya’ll were only there to try food….too many damn times, road trips ain’t all that fun no more hea.

“Oh shit, he be leaving you stranded like that? 😂”

That’s exactly why I tell his ass “no”.

“I don’t blame you there.”

Nuff’ about him though. How you like my city?

“It’s beautiful, always is.”

You’ve come down here before?

“Yeah, this is like my third time.”

Did you enjoy it?

I did. I met this fine ass guy named Ja-Jerahn, Jared, Jervaughn, Something with a “J” Guidry.”

Uh huh

“Tall, smelled good, Head full of hair, That I lowkey wanted to play in.”

Is that so?

“Yeah don’t tell him that though.”

Yeah okay 😂

“Oh! And he had the most kissable lips

I suck my teeth before saying “Well, why you aint kiss me. You knew I wanted you to?!”

“I can’t act on all my impulses.”

The ones you have with me, yes the hell you can.

“You wild 🤣 I keep telling you that we don’t know each other.”

True but I wanna get to know you.

“We're in the middle of that now.”

True and I do have one question for you right now.

“Okay.”

How tall are you cause-

“Shut up Jay!”

I’m just saying, I saw clean over your head the whole night.

“I’m tall e-damn-nough.”

Soft spot I see.

“Not really but men always point out my height.”

That’s cause you short mama.

“To y'all, nobody told ya’ll to bring asses over here.”

True. Ion know about them but, I saw a pretty face. Initially, that’s all that matters.

“I believe ya.”

You should, why would I lie about that?

“People have lied for and about less.”

I aint them. My name is Jehraye “Jay” Guidry. But you can call me “Big Daddy”.

“You nasty 😂.”

You have no Idea. I’ll make you nut in my mouth and kiss you.

I almost burst out laughing. Her silence was loud ass hell. It’s like you could hear her jaw drop over the phone.

Alani….

“Yo, you can’t be saying that in the airport!”

YOU in the airport. I’m home.

“ what are you doing anyway?”

I’m about to cook some spaghetti. I was gonna make a tripe soup but I didn’t feel like it once I got in the store.

“I bet you eat chitlins’”

And pigs feet too. She let out a little giggle and our conversation continued. I now know that she likes earth-toned colors, and black has a special place in her heart; she’s not a fan of potato salad or celery, she’s been natural for over ten years, and that she is from Columbia,SC. We continue talking about random shit until she tells me that she’s about to board the plane and has to hang up. We say our goodbyes and I get back to cooking. Spaghetti and garlic bread, onion and all.

PT 2

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Besties

Nasir

“Are you serious right now, Asia? You breaking up with me to be a hoe?!” I questioned as she packed her belongings and huffed. “I am not a hoe, Nasir! I’m trying to jump start my career and you’re just holding me back.” She shrugged. “We been together for three fucking years and you telling me you leaving me to move to LA and become a fucking OnlyFans model! Be real with yourself right now and tell me what the real reason is!” “You don’t have to support my decision, Nasir, but don’t shit on my career path!” She pointed angrily. Rolling my eyes, I grew more and more impatient before punching the wall. “Nasir, stop! Are you serious?!” She cried trying to stop me before I pushed her off. “NO! THIS IS THE DUMBEST FUCKING SHIT I’VE EVER HEARD, ASIA?!?! Look at me, Asia.” “What?” She griped turning around as I got on my knees. “Can you honestly look at me and tell me that you don’t love me anymore? Can you really do that after everything we’ve been through?” I said genuinely as I took hold of her small hands. “I love you, Nas, but I’m not in love with you anymore.”

Watching her get into her Uber with her bags in tow, I cried silent tears praying this was just some big ass joke. Three fucking years down the drain for some hoe shit. Shaking my head, I retreated to the kitchen and grabbed the fresh D’usse bottle from the liquor cabinet before grabbing a glass of ice and sitting down. Chugging the malicious liquid, I wiped my face and headed back up with bottle in hand as I cut on my music and tried to clean the mess that was my relationship. Moving lazily through the clothes, I stopped spotting a picture frame on the floor. Bending to retrieve the picture, I stared in anguish at the image of us at our first date. Feeling the tears burning my eyes yet again, I gruffly threw the frame against the wall letting it clatter as I started to wreck the room.

TWO HOURS LATER…

Huffing and puffing as I finished off the 4th bottle of liquor, I leaned against the wall feeling my head and hands pounding but not caring to see the results of the pain. She’s really gone. My everything, bruh. Shaking my head viciously as if to rid of my thoughts, I heard the annoying ringing of my phone and yelled a sharp ‘go the fuck away’ before reclining back as it went to voicemail. Hearing the persistent ringing again, I groaned reaching over with pained, bloody fingers to find my phone and the culprit. Finally getting ahold of it, I sighed looking at the messenger.

Incoming call from ‘BreBre👩🏾‍🎤’

“Bro, what?” “Ewwww, uh uh. Get that nigga’s dick out yo ass and greet me properly, Nasir.” “La’Brea, what do you need? It’s not a good time right now.” “Damn, what happened, bestie? You and luh Fish Cakes having an argument or something?” She joked throwing in her usual snide comments about Asia. “She left me, Bre. She’s gone.” Hearing the silence on the phone, I waited for a moment before checking in. “What no stupid ass joke?” “Ayo hold on, Nasir. Yea, I’ll see y’all later. I gotta check on my peoples.” I heard her shout in the distance followed by slight shuffling. “Bre, what are you doing?” “Boy, get out my tea. What happened, though?” “She wanna move to LA and be an OnlyFans girl.” “What?! Don’t she know they barely making it right now? Bhad Bhabie came through and swept the game clean.” “Bre, shut up.” I laughed as she giggled. “I’m serious, nigga! She made bank, I’m jealous. How are you holding up though? Forreal.” “Drunk as fuck. I broke my hand too. I can’t feel that bitch, but I know it’s damaged.” “Nas, you gotta chill with the anger shit.” “What else was I supposed to do? That girl was my life, bruh. Threw me away like I was trash on the street.” I seethed. “Didn’t I just say chill? Damn! Yo ass never listen.” “Yea aight. If you was going through this you’d be mad too.” “Whatever, open the door though. This shit heavy.” She heaved before I heard an eager knock.

After helping me clean up the mess I made, Brea treated me to snacks, pizza, and liquor so I could get my mind off of earlier. Finishing the last slice of pizza while she bandaged up my hand, I winced as she hit a nerve in my knuckle. “Damn, girl.” “Shut yo ass up! Ain’t no one in the world that told you to go and fuck up your hand. I hope you know you not getting that deposit back for them walls in there either.” “Man fuck that landlord. He don’t scare me.” “Yea until it’s time to get that deposit back.” She complained under her breath as she finished up and took another shot. “Thank you.” “No problem, Nas. But I told you so.” “Huh?”

“I told you that girl was trouble.” She pointed drinking again as I rolled my eyes. “Brea, you and Asia have had this long standing distaste for each other and I just could never understand why.” “Because the bitch is just an awful person! She acts like her coochie don’t stink and she walked all over you, Nasir. How can you not see that?” “Bre, you didn’t even try and get to know her.” “Try?! I’ve been supportive from the get even when I could see she was a manipulator and that was for your sake!” “By calling her out her name at every turn and making snide comments?” “You know what, Nas? Fuck you, okay? I’m done wiping your wounds while you let that girl walk all over you. You wanna go after her, fine, but I’m done watching you let her ruin you.” She spat getting up for dramatic affect but swiftly falling as her heel caught the chair. “Oh shit, you ok?” “No! Stupid ass heels.” She griped taking off the shoes and tossing them before rubbing her ankle. “Why you got this outfit on anyway? Where you was headed?” “I had a date up until your lonely ass called.” “Awww, you canceled your date for me? That nigga wasn’t jealous was he?” I laughed handing her an ice pack. “Oh shut the hell up! You not that damn special.” She winced trying to apply it. “Here, let me help.” “Unt uh get away from me, jackass. I’m finna head home.” “You know you can’t walk on that shit right now.” “Watch me.” She spat before hopping up to try and leave but failing again as she fell to the floor clutching her ankle. “Man, quit being fucking stubborn and come here!” I fussed before picking her up bridal style and sitting on the couch before elevating her ankle on a pillow in my lap. “Who not listening now?” “Nigga, you not my fucking man or my daddy, so I advise you to hush.” “Here you go with this goofy ass fucking attitude, bruh.” “Nasir, shut the fuck up because my attitude is completely fucking justified! I told you that girl was no good, that she was a hoe, how she don’t really give a fuck about you and your interests, and I got called a jealous ass bitch because of it and you didn’t do not a fuck thing to stop it! Now look at you! Where is your beloved girlfriend now?! Bout to get her shit blown out in LA like I fucking said! So please miss me with the bullshit.”

Sitting in my thoughts for a little bit while she furiously typed on her phone, I shook my head before looking over at her. “Brea, I’m sorry.” “You can keep that fake ass apology, Nasir. I don’t need it.” She replied not looking up as she kept typing. “Forreal, La’Brea. I’m real life fucking sorry.” I said gently taking the phone from her and setting it down. “I should have listened those years ago and maybe I wouldn’t even be in the predicament right now. I know you had no ill intentions, and I’m sorry that I didn’t listen. I’m also sorry for not stepping in when she said those hurtful things about you. Can you please forgive me?” I pouted sincerely as I laid my head down on her stomach. “Buy me the new Louis bag first.” “Yo you serious right now?” “As a heart attack! My presence is very valuable and I need to be compensated for my suffering.” “Fine.” “Forreal?” “Yeaaaa, go ahead and order it.” “AHHHHH, thank you, bookie pop!” She squealed hugging me and shaking me back and forth as I laughed. “Aye, chill. But forreal though. Thank you, Brea.” I said genuinely looking into her eyes. “For everything.” “Yea yea. You know I got your back.” She smiled hugging me again. Leaning back, I stared at her face after a little while taking in her gorgeous features. “Nigga what you, lo- mmm.” She asked laughing before I crashed my lips into hers.

La’Brea

Feeling the embrace of his soft lips against mine, I was stuck in a daze. This is my best friend of ten years! I’ve always loved him as a brother but those lips. Those fucking lips. Snapping back to reality, I quickly pushed him off as I heaved trying to catch my breath. “Why would you do that, Nasir?” “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I-It’s the alcohol talking.” “I should go.” I said getting up and grabbing my purse and shoes. “But your ankle, Brea. I didn’t m-“ “It’s fine! Nas really, I’m fine.” I snapped before cooling down as I picked up my keys and headed out. Making it to my car, I got in and locked my doors before rubbing my ankle as the tenderness began to worsen. I need to make an appointment to get this checked out first thing in the morning. Being startled by the chime of my phone, I looked down to see a few missed texts.

From Baeeeeeee😩🥵: 10:43 PM:

Baby everything okay with ya ppls? Lmk I miss u💔🌎

From Baeeeeeee😩🥵: 11:52 PM:

Baby girl, cmon back to the crib😭 I know we didn’t get to have date night so I wanna make it up to you. In more ways than one👅❤️

From NasiPoo💙🤞🏽: 11:55 PM

Brea I’m so fucking sorry. I’m really fucked up rn about this shit and I crossed a line. Pls don’t give up on me, I need you BreBre💔🥺😩🤞🏽

Reading the messages, a small tear slipped from my eye before I quickly patted it away and started my car to drive home. Pulling into the driveway, I saw the car and shuttered my feelings about earlier away. Grabbing my items, I locked my car and limped into the house stopping at the site of roses and candles everywhere. “Surprise.” “Oh my gosh. Yasmine, what is all of this?” I smiled as she came around the corner with a beautiful bouquet of roses and a gift bag. “Well, I know our date night plans got canceled and I missed you so I wanted to make you feel good when you got home. Are you ok? Why you limping?” “What? Oh! These cheap ass heels. I twisted my ankle coming out of my car. I should be okay though once I get it looked at.” “Awwww, my clumsy princess.” She smiled leaning in to kiss me. Receiving her lips, I wanted to cry as the shame continued to fill me up. “These roses are beautiful, baby.” “Not as beautiful as you are in this dress. You tryna tease me, miss?” “Only if you’ll let me.” Smirking at my feistiness, she showed me the rest of the surprise dinner date before presenting me with what was in the gift bag: the Louis I just talked about with Nas. Feeling my stomach as it flopped to the pit of my ass, I became consumed with guilt about the previous hour with Nasir. Yasmine and I are something completely new. I mean, it’s only been a few months of dating and I haven’t even divulged anything about us to my close friends and family despite her knowing of all of them. She’s an amazing woman, she shows her appreciation and respect for me, and she’s super caring, so it’s really eating me alive right now that I kissed my best friend and can’t tell her about it.

“So is everything ok?” “What?” “You said you had an emergency with your family?” “Oh! It was just Nasir. He and his girl broke up and I had to pull him off the ledge.” “Damn, baby, I’m sorry to hear that. You said they were together for what, three years? That’s gotta burn.” “Yea, but he’ll be ok. He’s strong.” “Yea he seems like a pretty level headed guy. Plus he has you in his corner.” She smiled holding my hand as I dryly swallowed my lamb chops. “True, but enough about that. How was your day?” “It was pretty amazing, I got to interview with Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt for their movie.” “Baby, that is so amazing! I know you were drooling the whole time at Emily.” “Nah, she don’t have nothing on you.” She smirked seductively as I blushed. “Oh you’re trying to take this upstairs, I see.” “Shittt, after you.”

“Fuck, baby!” I panted as she swirled her beautiful tongue around my pearl. Gripping the sheets as All Mine by Brent Faiyaz flowed through the house, I cried out nearing yet another successful orgasm as her punishment on my pussy never ceased to let up. “Oh my god! Baby, I’m-I’m cumming!! Ohhhhh shit!” Biting her lip, I pulled her up to me to gingerly kiss her lips as I tasted myself. Melting our bodies to one another, I reached down and massaged her warm peach in my hands as she cried out. “Shiiiitt! Don’t stop, baby.” She huffed hoarsely in my ear while I laid her on her back. “My turn, baby.” Straddling her lap, I hooked our legs into one another as I bit my lip and started grinding against her juicy lower lips. “Ohhhhhhh fuck!” “Yessss, baby!” Growing more and more passionate with each stroke of our gyrating hips, I caressed her body as we neared our synchronized climax. “Oh my fucking god, baby, this pussy feel so good!” “Yesssss baby!!” Feeling ourselves get closer and closer, we kissed roughly taking in each other’s love faces. Feeling the euphoria race through me, I shook violently causing her orgasm to follow from the friction of our session. “Shittttt! Shit shit shit!” Trying to catch our breaths, I looked down at her with low eyes as we reconnected lips and cuddled up together. “That was amazing, beautiful.” “It absolutely was, baby girl.” Watching her doze off, I smiled before swallowing the lump in my throat as I went to use the bathroom. I really kissed my best friend.

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