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inkedbydesire · 9 days ago

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Layover (18+)

Jalen Hurts x Black Fem Reader

Warning: 18+ Content, detailed storyline with SMUT, MINORS DO NOT ENTER

Summary: As a flight attendant on a layover in Philadelphia, you decide to reach out to an old fling, Jalen Hurts. It's nearly been a year since you last saw him and about four months since your last conversation due to you cutting him off for a relationship that ultimately fell apart. Now reunited you and Jalen effortlessly slip back into familiar ways and spend all night rehashing old feelings and catching up.

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: I don't know shit about football but I was reminded of how fine Jalen Hurts is and this came about. I literally cannot write smut without going into detail about why these people are humping on each other so my bad for the yapping 😂. Anyways I'm sorry for any grammatical errors or typos that I may have missed during my proofreading.

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"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. This is your captain speaking."

Your ears perked up at the pilot's deep voice filling the aircraft. You became immediately alert, not expecting to hear an update so soon. Turning your head slightly to the right, you eyed your co-worker Ronnie, who shrugged at you, equally clueless about what was happening.

"I've just received news from air traffic control, and unfortunately, there's a severe storm moving into our destination airport. This will cause significant delays. As a result, we've been rerouted to Philadelphia, where we'll be staying overnight to wait out the weather. We should arrive within the next 45 minutes."

Your body relaxed again as a chorus of complaints rose from passengers upset about their canceled plans to arrive in New York tonight.

"Bitch, I thought we were going down," Ronnie whispered jokingly, causing you to bite back a laugh. You and Ronnie had been working together for over a year, and his commentary never failed to leave your stomach hurting from laughter. When you first joined Delta Airlines, Ronnie was your lead and showed you the ropes. After traveling to various parts of the world together, you two had built a sibling-like bond. He made your time on the clock so much more bearable.

Approximately 45 minutes later, the plane landed safely in Philadelphia. The airport clock read 9:10 PM. You had planned to be in New York, but with this unexpected layover, you now found yourself in Philly with a whole lot of free time and no clear idea of what to do with it. You and Ronnie decided to part from the rest of the crew and caught a cab to the nearest hotel, the Four Seasons downtown.

"Thank you, Delta," Ronnie giggled as he handed the woman at the front desk the company card. You did the same as you booked your room for the night.

"What are you about to get into Y/N? I know a few people out here in Philly, and I think I'm gonna hit the town before we gotta be out of here in the morning. You're more than welcome to join me," Ronnie told you as you took the elevator up to your rooms.

"Uhh, no thank you. I know somebody out here. I think I'm going to see what they're up to," you replied, your mind wandering briefly to the man you knew lived in Philadelphia.

"Oh... are you sure that she... or he is free tonight?" Ronnie asked, obviously fishing for information as he raised his perfectly arched brows at you.

"I think he might be free, but if not, I'm cool with just chilling in the room for the night," you told him.

"Oooh, okay. Well, bitch, if you do link up with this mystery man, tell me all about it later," Ronnie said as you stepped out of the elevator together.

"I will," you promised with a smile. You two shared a quick hug before parting ways to your separate rooms, which were directly across the hall from each other.

Entering your room, you dropped your duffel bag on the floor and kicked off your shoes. Pulling your phone out of your jacket pocket, you walked to the bed and sat down. A small tinge of nervousness crept in as you thumbed through your messages, scrolling down a few times to locate an old thread that hadn't been updated in months.

You stared at the contact name that read "Jalen" for a beat before sending a quick message that you gave yourself no time to second guess.

You: Hey big head... guess what?

You locked your phone and tossed it on the bed, unsure of when or if Jalen would respond. It had been months since you last spoke and you didn't know how he felt about your abrupt silence.

You and Jalen had been what some would call friends with benefits on and off since your freshman year of college. Back then, neither of you wanted anything serious, so your relationship never extended beyond physical intimacy. Then when you graduated, Jalen got drafted to the NFL and started playing for the Philadelphia Eagles, while you returned home to Atlanta to work towards opening your boutique. Admittedly you and Jalen had developed romantic feelings for each other but the distance and some personal beliefs of your own made even thinking about a serious relationship impossible. But whenever you two reunited, your arrangement remained the same.

The only time you stopped fooling around was when one of you entered a relationship, which never seemed to last long, so you always ended up back in each other's lives. That was until a year ago when you entered a relationship with a guy you grew up with. Everything was going well until he went through your phone and discovered your interactions with Jalen. After grilling you about the nature of the relationship he became extremely uncomfortable with you staying in contact with him and wanted it to stop. It started causing problems in your relationship and you and him argued about it constantly. You thought you were in love so you eventually gave in. You told yourself that if the shoe were on the other foot, you wouldn't be comfortable with your boyfriend being buddy-buddy with someone he used to be intimate with either. So out of respect for him, you slowly stopped communicating with Jalen until there was nothing between you two anymore. Although you missed and cared about Jalen you had convinced yourself that you were doing what you needed to do to have a healthy relationship.

Well, the relationship didn't last and things ended months ago. But you felt terrible for cutting Jalen off causing you to be hesitant about reaching out. But now, finding yourself in Philadelphia for the first time you saw it as a sign to throw an olive branch out to him and hoped that he would accept it.

The buzzing of your phone brought your mind back to the present. You quickly picked it up and breathed out a sigh of relief as you saw that Jalen had surprisingly responded.

Jalen: What? 👀

A smile crept on your lips as you thumbed your response.

You: We had a layover on the way to New York and now I'm stuck in your city for the night.... 🫣

Jalen: Word?? Where you at now?

You: Downtown at the Four Seasons.

5 minutes that felt more like 5 hours went by before his reply.

Jalen: Give me an hour. I'm coming to get you.

You: Okay bet.

You damn near twisted your ankle as you sprung up from the bed.

The thought of seeing Jalen sent a wave of excitement through your body. You missed him deeply and regretted letting someone else dictate your friendship with him. His quick response gave you hope that he wasn't harboring any ill feelings about the situation though.

You only had an hour to make yourself presentable so you rushed over to your duffel bag. You didn't know how Jalen would react to you in person so you decided that you had to look good enough for him to forget about any wrong you may have done.

You rummaged through your bag, pulling out your sexiest matching lingerie set, a barely-there skirt, and a top with a daring neckline. You placed your outfit on the bed before heading to the bathroom to take a brisk shower.

Once you were out of the shower you wrapped yourself in a towel and walked back into the room humming. You grabbed your vanilla and coconut-scented lotion and sat on the edge of the bed to apply it. Once your body was perfectly moisturized you slid into your entire outfit piece by piece. Then you rushed back to the bathroom with about 20 minutes to spare. For your makeup, you decided to stick with a less time-consuming natural beat before quickly shifting to your hair. You were happy that the silk press you got over a week ago was practically still intact as you used your flat iron to smooth out any frizziness.

Then for finishing touches, you sprayed on some perfume before sauntering back into the room.

Just as you were slipping on your heels you heard your phone buzz.

You grabbed it and grinned down at Jalen's "I'm outside" text. Then you picked up your purse before exiting your room. You considered knocking on Ronnie's door to tell him you were heading out but decided to just send him a quick text later on.

The elevator couldn't move fast enough as the anticipation of seeing Jalen had you jittery. Once inside of the lobby you hurriedly stalked out into the night air.

It didn't take long for you to spot the man of the hour casually leaning against his Ford Mustang. And boy was he a sight to behold. Gold hoop earring glinting, chain catching the streetlights, and a dimpled smile that made you want to kick yourself in the ass for not reaching out to him sooner. You couldn't help but take him in as you walked over, noticing that he was doing the same to you.

Butterflies swarmed your stomach as he licked his lips and closed the distance between you.

"Hey stranger," he said, pulling you into a bear hug that momentarily lifted you off your feet, the familiar scent of his favorite cologne enveloping you.

"Happy to see me?" He asked as his hands rested on your hips.

"Yes.....I am" you admitted, stupidly mesmerized by him. It had been so long since you'd seen him in the flesh, and it seemed like every little detail about him was hitting differently tonight. Right now he looked better than he ever did.

"Good. I'm happy to see yo big-headed ass too." he teased with a laugh before opening the car door for you. After climbing in you then watched as he walked around and slid into the driver's seat.

"You had anything to eat out here yet?" he asked before he started the car and pulled onto the road.

"No ... I basically just got here. I texted you a little bit after we landed so I haven't had the chance to do or see much," you explained

"Okay bet. I got you." He said with a grin.

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"So, what happened?" Jalen shot off the question as you both leaned against the island in the kitchen of his stunning penthouse, which he had excitedly shown you around about 30 minutes earlier. Perched atop a skyscraper in the heart of Philadelphia, a breathtaking view of the city flooded through the floor-to-ceiling windows, captivating you and making it nearly impossible not to glance out at the scenery.

You'd only been in Jalen's presence for a little over an hour now, but time felt like it was moving too fast. The night would be over before you knew it, and you'd be back on a plane tomorrow, traveling away from him, a thought that saddened you since it felt like you just got him back in your life.

"What do you mean?" you asked, picking up the last piece of your Popeyes biscuit and squeezing a bit of honey onto it.

Despite all the good restaurants Jalen raved about as he drove you through the streets of Philly, you two still ended up grabbing food from Popeyes just like you would do back in college. Jalen explained that being with you was special enough for him to slip up on his strict NFL diet. You went along with it, not caring about what or where you ate. You were just thrilled to be around him.

"Well, I know you probably wouldn't be here right now if you were still with ole boy... so what happened? You going M.I.A. on me wasn't enough?"

A pang of guilt washed over you at his words. You had been secretly dreading this moment, which was why you hadn't planned to bring it up yourself. You had hoped Jalen would be so happy to be around you again that he wouldn't feel the need to address it.

Of course, Jalen assumed you stopped talking to him because of your ex and he was absolutely correct. There was no other reason to ghost him.

"Uhhh, he was just very insecure about our relationship. No matter what I did, he didn't believe my heart was fully invested in him," you explained, recalling how it felt as he finished off his chicken and started gathering the trash.

"After a while, it got tiring. I felt like I constantly had to prove myself to him." As you moved over to the sink to wash your hands, Jalen did the same. You then trailed behind him out of the kitchen until you reached the living room.

"So that's what went down... He wanted you to prove yourself by leaving me alone, and you just did it?" Jalen questioned as he sat on the couch and watched you walk over to his eye-catching vinyl collection. Jalen had been collecting vinyl records long before you met him. You were astonished to see how large his collection had grown; it vividly showcased how long it had been since you and he were last physically together.

"It wasn't like that," you said softly, scrutinizing the records and choosing to avoid his gaze because you knew you were lying. It was exactly like that.

"Then what was it like?" Jalen pressed, his voice calm yet laced with genuine curiosity.

"Umm," you began, contemplating how to explain it to him so he would understand your position.

The room fell silent as you located the vinyl you were searching for: Kut Klose's Surrender album, one of your favorites. You put it on the record player and adjusted the volume before walking over to Jalen, who was still watching you intently.

You sat beside him on the couch and turned to face him.

"I was in love or at least I tried to convince myself that I was. At that time, I thought I was doing what I needed to make the relationship work. But it wasn't easy, Jalen. I missed the hell out of you," you expressed to him.

"But think about it, Jalen. If you were in a relationship and she wanted you to leave me alone based on our history... wouldn't you?" you asked hoping he would understand.

"No," he answered without hesitation.

"But relax I'm not tripping, though, Y/N, because I knew no matter what, you would end up exactly where you are right now," he continued before you could respond.

"And where's that?" you asked.

"With me."

"Oh, you think you just got it like that?" you responded jokingly.

"I know I do when it comes to you. And you know you got it like that with me, because you can text me four months after ignoring me, and I would still come running to you."

"We got it like that when it comes to each other," Jalen said, reaching over to gently place his hand on your thigh, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

What you and Jalen had was so selfish and would only leave anyone romantically involved with either of you with their feelings hurt. Two people with deeper feelings for each other had turned into years of sexual conquests, all to stay in each other's lives. Deep down, you both knew that to genuinely find love somewhere else, you had to let each other go.

The only reason you and Jalen weren't together was because of your personal issues. You watched your mom sacrifice her dreams to stand behind your father, who threw it back in her face every chance he got. That caused you to vow to yourself to never be in that position and you refused to sacrifice your goals for love.

So when you met Jalen in college, knowing he was destined for the NFL, you made up your mind that being with him would never work unless you sacrificed part of yourself. You liked living in Atlanta and wanted to remain there while working toward opening your boutique. You almost had the down payment for the building you wanted, and when you discussed being together with Jalen before your last relationship, he had promised to take care of whatever you needed for your boutique if you would just move to Philadelphia. Most women would jump at such an opportunity, especially if they were in love, but you didn't want to put yourself in that position.

Jalen Hurts was the type of man that people assumed a woman should be ready and willing to uproot her life for. After all, he was a famous football player; logically, you should want to be by his side, right? Even your own mother constantly questioned why you weren't with him.

But you just didn't desire that, which is why you and Jalen would most likely never be together. Still, you both ruined opportunities with other chances at love to stay in each other's lives. Your ex wasn't crazy for wanting to keep you from communicating with Jalen. He could sense that something was there, even if he didn't know its true extent. But the truth was you were in love with Jalen, yet hoped that somehow you could learn to love your ex in the same way.

But no one was Jalen and that was the problem you kept running into.

"I missed the hell out of you too, Y/N," Jalen said bringing you from your restless thoughts as he moved closer to you on the couch if that was even possible. As his hand moved from your thigh to snake around your waist you could already tell the direction of where things were heading.

One day you would be strong enough to tell Jalen that it probably would be better for you both if your arrangement ended. That maybe you could maintain some sort of friendship but the sexual intimacy had to stop.

But unfortunately, that would not happen tonight.

Something in you stirred as Jalen's eyes darkened with passion as he leaned in and you fervently welcomed his cotton soft lips against yours. Your whole body completely melted into the kiss knowing that there was no way in the world that you could resist Jalen.

You had never been capable of it.

You pushed aside all of your worries about you and him and instead decided to completely give in to the moment. Your lips parted and your tongue met Jalen's as the kiss grew frantic and sloppy. Jalen's hands were all over your body and yours were tossed around his neck pulling him closer to you. Somehow without breaking the kiss, Jalen managed to stand to his feet pulling you along with him. He then removed his attention from your lips to move over to his record player. He turned the volume up to the max before moving back to you.

"Come on," he told you as he guided you towards the direction of his bedroom as Kut Klose's "Get up on It" blasted in the background.

Somewhere on the stairs, the kissing resumed as you helped each other out of your attires leaving a trail of clothes behind you. By the time you got to Jalen's room, you both were fully naked with nothing but intentions to show the other how much they were truly missed.

Falling onto Jalen's bed you could still hear Kut Klose faintly as you scooted up to rest your head on his pillows as he mounted you. You and Jalen stared into each other's eyes for a spell. The way looked down at you caused your heartbeat to quicken as if you hadn't been in this position tons of times before. But for some reason, every single time with Jalen felt like the very first time.

Jalen broke the eye contact by placing a peck on your lips before moving down to your neck and trailing kisses down until he reached your chest. He gently bit down your left nipple before circling it with his tongue causing a shiver to shoot down your spine. As he moved to show some attention to your right nipple you felt his hand on your thigh as he slowly moved it down until he reached your bottom.

"Ummmm" you moaned as he slowly moved his fingers over your clit coating them in your wetness.

"Fuck, why you this wet for me Y/N? Huh?" Jalen asked you as he ran his fingers down to your entrance and back over your clit again. You responded in a moan to his rhetorical question not having the capacity to form coherent sentences as he eased two fingers into you. You watched as he pulled those fingers out brought them to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.

"Jalen wait," you told him as he dropped his head back down and you knew what he had intentions of doing. You could no longer fight off the desperate urge to do the same thing. You pulled him back up to you and told him to lay on his back and then moved on top of him in the 69 position.

Jalen didn't waste anything locating your clit with his tongue as you turned your attention to what was the most addictive part of his body.

His dick.

You took it into your hand and stroked it up and down as your mouth watered at just the thought of having it down your throat. You felt Jalen moan against you as you started at the base of his dick and ran your tongue up to the tip. You took the tip into your mouth and tranced it with your tongue as you dripped saliva down his length.

Then you took his full length into your mouth just like he taught you back in college. You tried to focus on maneuvering him in and out of your mouth as you felt your own climax nearing rapidly. Jalen was showing special deliberate attention to your clit trying to get you to break before he did. Anytime you two got in this position it always turned into a competition of who could make the other cum first. Jalen had a 70 percent winning record to your 30 because most of the time he always got you to break before he did.

Jalen started sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure as you fought hard against the urge to grind against his mouth. As you bobbed your head up and down on his dick you felt your peak in your toes then darting up your legs. As you begin to shake from trying to fight it off so hard you knew that you were up against a losing battle.

Jalen's dick flopped out of your mouth and you went back to stroking it as your climax reached the pit of your stomach.

"J-Jalen ..... fuck" you muttered as you uncontrollably came into his mouth. Your body twitched as Jalen continued to slurp on your juices until he sucked you clean. Then you weakly moved until your lips were on Jalen's again and you could taste yourself on his tongue. After sloppily making out for a minute Jalen stood up and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

"You know what to do," he told you and the tone of his voice damn near made you cum again. Jalen leaned down and gave you one last kiss before you moved onto your stomach and pulled your knees up. You positioned yourself into the perfect arch as you felt Jalen's hands move to your hips.

He grabbed you tightly and you both moaned simultaneously as he eased into your welcoming entrance. He fit inside of you like a glove almost like you were perfectly designed to be wrapped around his dick.

Jalen started with slow deep strokes that you could feel in the pit of your stomach. The type of strokes that had you gasping for air with the white of your knuckles showing as you gripped his comforter. Not messing up the rhythm Jalen caused you to whimper as he placed one foot on the edge of the bed to angle himself even deeper into you.

"Who you know fuck you like me Y/N?" Jalen asked as he effortlessly switched to a faster pace.

"Who you know have you creaming on they dick like this?" He shot another question at you that you could barely concentrate on because your whole mind and body were so focused on how good he felt inside of you.

"Huh?" Jalen asked before sending a sharp smack to one of your ass cheeks indicating that he was sneaking an answer from you.

"Huh?" He repeated.

"Only y-you Jalen" you dug deep and pushed out.

"Only you Jalen" you repeated clearly as you angled your head to make eye contact with him.

"Don't nobody fuck me like you" You told him softly. You guess it did something to him because he paused and closed his eyes for a second like he was trying not to cum. You took this as an opportunity to get even for earlier and started throwing it back on his dick.

"Fuck .... Y/N" he breathed as he opened his eyes and you watched as he looked down at how your walls were handling him. He looked so good as he watched you fuck him that before you knew it you felt yourself about to cum again. Knowing the familiar shake of your body when you were close to your end, Jalen took advantage of this by reaching down and caressing your clit. No lie, it took only a minute of that before you felt yourself making a wet mess all over Jalen's dick and you were mad at yourself for not holding on longer. He climaxed seconds later and shot his nut into you immediately making you think of whether it would be possible to get a Plan B before catching tomorrow's flight.

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talkswithdesi · 26 days ago

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bengals-barnesbabe · 21 days ago

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We Listen and We Don’t Judge

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TW: 18+ | language, mentions of sex, arguments, betrayal, smartass comments, periods

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v6quewrlds · 3 months ago

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tvchi · 2 months ago

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The Challenge: About A Challenge

Disclaimers: DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK. DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Warnings: Mature Audiences ONLY: 18+, Minors DNI- Nudity, Sexual Intercourse, Profanity.

Pairing: Jalen Hurts, Trevante Rhodes x black female Word Count: 3079

A/N: This is PART 3 of the series and we are back to the long form content of it all. The plot does thicken here. As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated because I'm really trying to get better. So Like, Comment, and Reblog as the spirit moves you. It helps me immensely!!!! ❤️❤️🥰!

If you haven't already read Part 1 and Part 2, I suggest you stop what you're doing and read those before going any further.

Summary: As things start heating up with Devon, you start noticing that things are a little off. Once things start coming together, you are in for a BIG surprise. Meanwhile, in the present, you are trying to find out how to peace things up with James for the sake of the project and your grade.

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Two days later, I found myself wandering the halls of the library, looking for the required reading for Professor Martinez’s class. After finding them, I decided to head to the Tech Center and see if I could start the assignment. I hadn’t seen James around campus at all after that day. I had never really looked out for him before, either. With the challenge I agreed to, still lingering in the back of my mind, I had decided to briefly apologize and have some hightled text that we could use in the project ready to go. In the meantime, I would start writing about grief and what I understood of it. I arrived at the tech center and went to the far left in the middle corner, my favorite spot. I sat all the books down, took my computer out of my bag, and opened it to a blank Google document. Most of the pain in my life happened before I could even formulate the words to express and process them. Some of the pain had been buried so deep that it would hurt to unearth them now. After all, this was a class assignment and not a therapy session. Some of the feelings that I had couldn’t be described because they were no longer there. I felt a little numb to it. There was no pain I remembered more vividly than the day I found out that my entire relationship with Devon had been a lie.

I know that sounds crazy coming from someone who had to bury her mother, but as I said, I haven’t really processed and uncovered the magnitude of that day. We were made to busy ourselves with schoolwork and to make sure we got into the best colleges. My sister and I were made to join multiple extracurricular activities to be “well-rounded” candidates for college and beyond. We were made to be perfect. I don’t think there was any time for grief and mourning. Before I came to college, I asked my sister to tell me about what happened at the funeral and beyond. I couldn’t seem to remember, and I wanted to add it to my valedictorian speech. She told me that right before the funeral, I had sat for hours in front of my mother’s vanity in her walk-in closet, combing my hair. She said I was in a trance and wouldn’t answer when my dad called. He finally found me at the vanity. I still wouldn’t respond to him. I just kept combing my hair until I started to pull strands out. In an attempt to pull the comb out of my hand, he broke the comb, and I started screaming. She said I screamed for what seemed like hours, and my dad had to call some of my aunts to calm me down. I remember her vanity and the closet but not much about the broken comb. The day I do remember is the day I found out about Devon’s girlfriend.

We had been in a “fuck-a-thon” for weeks since we met at the gallery opening. I wanted to be around him. Smell him. Crawl into his skin. I hung onto his every word. I would only leave his apartment to go to class. Even in class, I barely paid attention. I was on my phone looking at pictures of him or reading through old text messages, re-imaging scenes from the night before. Although, I really didn’t need to re-imagine. We recorded ourselves for our viewing pleasure almost every week. I was in heaven. I only visited my apartment to get a change of clothes, do most of my grooming, pick up packages with new lingerie in them (since mine were getting torn every night), and pick up mail. Weeks turned to months. My friends were teasing me, saying that I turned into the girl who left her friends for her boyfriend. Even Reneé slipped in a slick comment or two about my escapades.

“Not y'all being jealous!!! I thought you all would be happy for me,” I exclaimed jokingly.

“We are, girl! Trust! I like that you're not all up our asses. But, you know, come up for air more frequently,” said Reneé.

“If you all miss me, just say that. There's no need to come for me! I’m here now,” I replied.

“We miss you, and we are glad you’re here. So, are you guys official yet? Should I invite him to the monthly game night?” Amber asked.

“Ummm, we don't. Ummm, we. We don't really talk much,” I laughed.

The girls exchanged glances at each other. So this is what this meetup was all about. They wanted to know whether I had vetted this guy and whether I was getting played.

“Before y'all start going crazy, I’m serious. We haven’t talked much about things. We’ve been eating, going to shows, hanging out, doing…things. If it makes y'all feel better, I’ll have a conversation with him tomorrow night when I see him.

“Mmmhm,” said Reneé as she looked at Sara.

The next day, I had repacked my weekly “weekend” bag. I will see Devon tonight and ask him about our relationship status. What the girls were insinuating at lunch yesterday was getting to me. I’m usually the one who has all her ducks in a row, and I’m very big on knowing where I stand with people. I had let all my inhibitions go with Devon. I had finally gathered my laptop and my folders containing the assignments that I was going to do while at Devon’s when I got a text.

“Hey, babe, I’m running a little late, and now I’m headed to the restaurant to get some dinner for us. Just use your key.”

I smiled. I had a key. There’s no way that he wasn’t going to make me his girlfriend if I wasn’t already. There are girls still waiting to find out where their “man” lives, and I have an address and a key! He also let me drive his car to close-by appointments or to go to the store. His boys always teased him about how smitten he looked now that he was with me. I overheard some of his classmates asking him why he hadn’t attended certain shows in a while. He would just smile and nod in my direction when I was around. People on campus saw us together and often. I wasn’t worried. I had no reason to be.

I arrived at his loft around 6:30 pm. I remember the time when I took my phone out to text him that I was there and I’d be waiting for him. I opened the front door and went up the stairs. As I went to insert the key into the inner door, I noticed that it was already open. My body tensed. I thought that we were being robbed or that someone was waiting to harm him. I considered dialing 9-1-1 but thought that I should crack the door just wide enough to see what was going on inside. I wanted to be able to give the police an accurate description of the assailant. When I cracked the door open, I saw a girl standing over the stove. She seemed to be cooking something. Whatever it was wafting over me the more I cracked the door open. It smelled…good. I looked around to see if I saw anyone else inside the apartment, but there wasn’t anyone else that I could see from my view. I sized her up. Deciding that I could take her if it came to blows, I decided to walk in and ask her what she was doing in the apartment. She looked up at me, startled. It was then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any clothing under her apron.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my man’s apartment?” I spat, trying to remain calm.

“Oh shit! You scared me! For a minute there, I thought you were the police,” she said.

“I’m about 10 seconds away from calling them. Who are you?!” I asked again, this time raising my voice.

“Relax,” she giggled “Devon, didn’t tell you?”

“Devon didn’t tell me what, bitch?” I retorted.

She shook her head and sighed. She turned down the stove and took off her apron. She walked towards me stark naked. She was a redhead with light freckles on her cheeks. Her lips were full, fuller than I have seen on a white girl since Angelina. She was very slim, but her breasts rivaled mine as they hung and bounced as she walked. Her abs were toned. Her mound was freshly waxed with a small tuft of hair cropped and cut in the shape of the letter “D.” Her legs were perfectly sculpted and toned.

“Devon isn’t your anything. We have an arrangement where when I’m off modeling overseas, he gets to stay in my loft and screw whoever until I get back. And I am very much back,” she scoffed as she leaned into my face.

I felt my face drained of all color. My stomach started forming knots. There was a sharp pain in my chest. I wondered if this is how one felt when they were dying. My ears began to ring. My breaths started getting deeper.

“What?” I managed.

“Yeah, it seems like you’re already too attached and hard of hearing, so I’ll give you the cliff notes. Devon is my man. He’s been my man since we were freshmen in high school. Our parents are business partners in the electric industry,” she started as she walked around the apartment, fingering furniture. “I’m supposed to marry Devon after he finishes college, lets go of the stupid art thing, and goes into the family business. I model and have a skincare brand, so I’m not in the country a lot. As I’m sure you’re aware, Devon has an insatiable appetite. So do I, quite frankly, so we made a deal. While I'm away, he can choose one girl of his liking to be with. While I’m overseas, I can have a guy. Between you and me, I have two or three, but let's not tell him that. Then when I come home, he’s all mine, and I am all his,” she continued, looking at me tauntingly. “I can see why she chose you. You’re cute. Your body is incredible. I’d be jealous if he weren’t already mine. She walked back to me. She got so close that we were chest to chest. Then she leaned over and whispered, “It’s too bad you came all this way with your trash bag full of things just to get back on the school bus to whatever dorm you came from. I hope it’s not too late for you to catch dinner alone in the café.”

I don’t remember much after she said that. My memory throws glimpses of Devon calling out to me and picking me up from the floor from time to time. There were other flashes of me looking down at my hands and noticing some blood and some strands of red hair. I don’t remember how I got home that night. But for three weeks, I didn’t leave my dorm. I didn’t answer any calls. I don’t think I spoke. How could I? My air was gone.

About A Challenge

Remembering the events of that sent an uneasiness through my spine. I opened another tab on my web browser and did what I always did when I felt uneasy…: I shopped. I looked at some designs from some of my favorite fashion houses. Some I could afford, and others I added to my wishlist in hopes of one day owning them. I got lost in deep thought about color schemes and pairings.

“So this is how you write a straight-A paper?” I heard.

I turned around, and there he stood with a bright smile. Today, he donned a white cotton muscle tee tucked into well-tailored black slacks. Silver chains hung from one belt loop to the other, complementing the silver-linked chain he wore around his neck and the three silver rings he wore on his left hand. His black leather loafers still smelled brand new. I looked back up at him into his brown eyes.

“Sometimes. It helps me streamline my thinking,” I replied.

“Mmm. Right. Seems like you needed a distraction from writer's block, Miss,” he said as he pointed to the blank Google doc. He pulled up a chair next to me and sat. He placed his leather satchel down on the table and turned to me.

“So what were you going to write about?” he asked. I paused for a minute and turned my body fully to him.

“Look, I may have been a little harsh to you the other day after class. I wanted to say that I’m…” I started.

“Yea. Cool. But what were you going to write about that made you so sad that you started looking at Marni designs?” he interrupted. I looked at him, impressed that he recognized a Marni design, and filed that information in a section of my brain that would remember to ask him about this fact a little later.

“I'm not sure I’m ready to talk about it, let alone write it down for other people to read. I was trying to have something written before I got up to look for you, and I guess I failed,” I said, looking back at the Google Doc.

“I get that. What if I talked about my shit, and maybe after you hear some of my story, then you could think of something you’re comfortable with talking about” he offered.

“Okay,” I said with a slight smile, appreciating the undeserving olive branch he extended.

He started by telling me how he met his best friend, DJ, in middle school. James was fresh from Mississippi and knew no one in New York. His mom moved them both up there for new opportunities. While she was out working all day, he stayed home bored. In order to keep him out of trouble, his mom signed him up for football, and that's where he met DJ. He found they had a lot in common down to their moms. DJ’s mom moved from Kentucky to New York, too, but they had a little more money than James’ family did. They became inseparable. Joined at the hip, the two did everything together. They went to the same schools and the same summer camps. They even wore similar clothing. People started thinking that they were brothers, and they never bothered to correct them.

The summer before their senior year of high school, they cut football camp early after their 2nd practice to play video games at DJ’s house. They had been doing two-a-days getting ready for their championship game. Their coach decided to let them ditch film because they had been working so hard all summer. Before they reached the house, James spotted his mother arguing with some strange man. This was odd to James because his mom was supposed to be at work. He started to go over to her to make sure she was okay when he heard shots fired. He froze. It was like his feet were cemented to the floor. His body was strict with fear and horror as he watched the man step over her body and into a black Cadillac within seconds. He wanted to cry out, but no sound came out of his throat. DJ reached him and helped him move. When they got to her body, she was still warm, but the light she used to carry in her pretty green eyes was gone.

James continued to tell me about how it was hard to let her go or even play football after that. He said that he wouldn’t be here today if it weren't for DJ and his family helping him get his football scholarship, even though he sat out of the championship game that summer. They helped him pay for his mom’s funeral cost, and they even offered to be his legal guardian while he finished his senior year. He moved in with his aunt after graduation. He also told me that he got a work-study job because he wanted to start a foundation in his mom’s honor. She always wanted to give back to her community but always felt like she couldn't afford to show up like she wanted to. She always volunteered at homeless shelters and soup kitchens. She always read to kindergarten students and even sometimes enlisted his help at toy drives during Christmas. It always amazed him how she gave back to so many people even though no one ever gave back to her. So, after classes and football practice, he would work a campus security job on one of the northern campuses. He was tired but determined which made him sleepy during class. He said that while his story was tragic and he still felt a huge void in his life now that his mom was gone, he wanted a nice ending to the story by highlighting how strong his friendship with DJ became.

I completely misjudged him. He was so different from what I thought he’d be. I was waiting for the hood kid with ball dreams trope to come to the forefront of his story. Either that or the “wannabe thug” that some of these athletes try to be. Here he stood, missing a piece of his heart, just like I was. I wanted to know more about him. From how he handled his day-to-day stresses to how he felt being the center of attention at a big university where the majority of students didn’t look like him. I wanted to know how he got that scar on his right arm or what made him smile. After the way I treated him after class, I was lucky he was talking to him at all. Feeling a twinge of guilt, I moved to apologize profusely and share that we had a similar commonality with both of our mothers being gone when he motioned for someone to come to him.

“That’s crazy, here his doofy ass come now. DJ, this is my classmate Adaobi. Adaobi, this is my best friend, DJ,” he said. I looked up, getting ready to shake the hand of James’ savior, when my heart dropped to the floor.

“Hello, beautiful,” Devon said.

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Quick aside: I usually write in bulk (lol). Meaning I write the entire short story or the part I've fleshed out all together and break it into parts. This means I'm not sure when I'll get back to Devon, James, and Adaobi and their journey's. It may be next week, it may be June 2025. However, if you have some suggestions on what you would like to see in their stories, NEVER hesitate to comment below.

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chaneajoyyy · 1 year ago

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zxddy-panther · 6 years ago

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Real Love

College AU

T’challa x Black Reader

A/N: Hey guys I’m back with another story ayyye. Lol um i’m not sure if i wrote this one too well. I’ve been working on it for dayyyyys guys. I hope it’s decent. Also sorry about the spacing between paragraphs. Tumblr was saying that i reached my limit so i had to squeeze.

You pace back and forth in your college dorm nervously awaiting your best friend's presence. You needed to talk to him desperately about a topic that has been torturing you mind for a few months now. His advise was very much needed in this situation. The doorbell sounded, signaling his arrival. You ran up to the door and opened the door to your bestie of 6 years holding vanilla ice cream and some other sweet treats.

You sighed in relief, "Ugh Udaku. What would I do without you."

"Nothing. You would be practically hopeless" You laughed pushing him softly

The two of you headed to your bedroom and T'challa could already see your uneasiness. You walked with your eyes pointed towards the floor, fiddling with your fingers as you did so.

Finally reaching your room T'challa spoke on his observation. "Y/N are you alright."

You turned towards him and spoke. "Yeah I just really needed your advise on something. Um so you know Jalen right?"

T'challa rolled his eyes in disgust. He wasn't too fond of your boyfriend but never told you that because he would never intentionally hurt you like that. He just made sure that he wasn't in the same vicinity as that idiot.

"Yes. What about him?" he said in an annoyed tone

You paused for a second, trying to figure out how to say it.

"Well a few months ago he um...... actually cheated on me and-"

"He WHAT!" Tchalla exclaimed

"Yeah but" you fiddled with your thumbs some more. "He's been calling me and asking me to take him back, saying that he's really changed and all of that. I mean, should I?"

Tchalla's heart was beating 10 times faster than normal. His anger and hatred for Jalen just become more a lot stronger. He just doesn't understand why you would want him back.

"Y/N, are you hearing yourself? You know he doesn't love you."

"Ok Ok T'challa you can stop now." You murmured but he just kept going.

" Y/N, you don't deserve to be treated the way he treats you! That is not love! You need to be shown what real love-"

"T'challa! Stop." All was silent and tears began to well in your eyes. You moved across the room and turned your back towards him. "Can we not talk about this? I don't want to talk about it with you anymore."

"Ok then lets not talk." Fast footsteps was all that could be heard until you felt him slip his hands around your waist. The feeling sent a shock of electricity through your body, a foreign feeling to be exact. This was something you've never felt with Jalen and you wondered why. Once T'challa made you face him he looked at your lips enticingly and leaned into you slowly.

"Aye aye. What are yo-" . T'challa placed his hand at the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut. His soft lips massaged yours in a very slow and gracious manner. Your body was being set ablaze by his touch. Any section of his smooth skin that touched your own helped to spark a sensation that was unexplainable. He ran his hands down your body and hugged your body close to himself, like if he didn't hold on tightly to this moment it'll disappear. The sudden movement caused you to release a small moan against his lips. Tchalla pulled away from you slowly and sighed in relief.

"Tchalla. Wha-what was that." You would have never imagined that you'd someday be kissing your best friend. T'challa stood in front of you, staring at the floor.

"Y/N.." He paused and took a deep breath. I love you a-and I'm sorry for doing that. I just couldn't help myself. I've felt this way for a long time now but I just couldn't bring myself to tell you. Everyday it became a battle within myself to confess my feelings towards you. I'm also very sorry about what I said before. I shouldn't have spoken that way to you or about Jalen."

He bent down to retrieve his book bag from the corner of your room. With a sadden spirit, he began treading towards the door. "I'll just let myself out." T'challa reached for the door knob and headed out, but not before he could get one last glimpse of your face for the last time. "Good bye Y/n.." he whispered as he shut the door.

Your heart dropped from your chest and started beating in your fingertips. You blinked several times to make sure that you were not dreaming. Emotions were running wild and thoughts were jumping off the walls. Who do you love?

5 months ago

"Jalen why the fuck is my cousin blowing your phone up with nudes and text messgaes! What the hell!" You stormed into the living room where your lazy ass boyfriend laid playing on his second phone. Jalen quickly looked up at the sound of your heavy footsteps.

"Y/N what the hell are you talking about."

"My cousinnnn is sending nudes to your phone! You dumbass. Would like to explain to me how she got your number and why-" The phone chimed alerting a new message. "Oh here's and heres a new text. Lets read it. 'I want to feel you inside me again.' AGAIN?! You fucked my cousin Jalen?!" You shoved the phone in his face.

Jalen stood up and suddenly snatched from your grasp.

"Yo what the fuck did I tell you about being on my phone bruh! Should've taken your finger print off a long time ago." Jalen growled. Your blood was boiling and the rage began to build.

"Are you kidding me right now. You fucking cheated on me with my cousin of all people and you're worried about my finger print? So you're CHEATING cheating?!" Jalen looked up at you a scoffed, a smirk spreading across his long face.

"That's it! Im done." you screamed. "After all the years we've spend together! You go and do this to me?" Tears began to sting at your eyes. You ran to your room and began to pack up your things. There was no way in hell that you were staying here another second with this idiot. The muffed sound of Jalen's footsteps followed after you.

His voice come out in a deep growl, "Where the hell do you think you're going." You stood up and turned to face him.

"I'm getting the fuck away from here. You went lower than low Jalen. Do you really expect for me to sit up under this roof with you and act as if everything is ok? Hell no! There is no way I'm going to stay and let you treat me like this. I'm leaving."

He let out a dark and sinister laugh. "No you're not"

You scoffed, "Oh yeah? And who's gonna stop me." He stared you down as his eyes began to turn dark and before you knew it you were being lifted from the ground. Jalen had a strong grip around your torso and was persistent on keeping you in the room. "Let me go!" You kicked your legs rapidly and tried to pry his arms from your body. Your back hit the hard mattress in a matter of seconds. Jalen held your arms about your head tightly, leaving you unable to move your wrists.

"Mmm you're not going anywhere baby 'cuz you mine." He bent his head down and started licking at your neck, sucking the skin harshly. His hands ran up your shirt and felt cold against your warm flesh. He squeezed your breast and began sucking your sweet spot. The same gestures that were usually done during intimacy between the two of you used to be so pure, so full of love but now all you can feel is utter disgust and anger.

"Jalen move. I don't want to hurt you." You wiggled your body under his in an attempt to slide away. He pressed his body against your right leg to get you to stop moving. He picked his head back up to face your tearstained face.

"I'm never letting you go." He pressed his lips to yours in an unwanted kiss, forcefully sticking his tongue into your mouth and invading your space. With a swiftness you used your right knee to severely hurt his groin. Jalen let out a load groan and fell onto the floor, finally releasing you from his vice grip. You jumped up fast, grabbed your bag and headed for the door. Grabbing your keys from the counter you removed his dorm key from your keychain and removed your dorm key from his own key chain.

"Never fucking contact me again!" you screamed and slammed the door.

7 months ago

"Give it back Y/N. Im serious." Tchalla yelled as he chased you down the hallway of his dorm room. You ran into his living room giggling and sat yourself on his plush carpet. You held his mini journal high above your head, teasing him.

"You're not serious look at that big smile on your face" You laughed. He looked down at you and smiled.

"Just hand it over."

"Come get it." You continued to tease. Tchalla leaped on top of you, causing you to fall onto your back with laughter in your voice. Finally grabbing the book Tchalla hovered himself above you.

"Ha. Got i-" he didn't realize the vulnerable position the two of you were in until the games ended. Looking up at him made your heart begin to beat faster. There was tension in the air and you both could definitely feel it.

You couldn't deny your feelings for Tchalla had been developing during the years of friendship the two of you shared. He was always there for you and cared so much about you. He would never go a day without calling or texting you to see if you were alright, even if there was nothing wrong. His big heart was starting to make you fall for him.

He quickly removed his body from yours, allowing you to sit up as well. You stared at the back of his head for sometime before you spoke.

"Tchalla?'

"Y/N I-I'm sorry about that."

You found his shyness adorable as you began to smile.

"Its ok silly." You stood up and walked in front of him with your hand held out. Slowly lifting his head he looked back up at you. "Lets go eat. I'm starving." He took your hand and laughed.

Present

"What the hell am I doing." You asked yourself. "I have a man who actually loves me and I let him walk out the door." Your legs moved before you could even make them. You swung your front door open and looked down the hallway. T'challa was there, walking slowly with his head down until you called out to him.

"T'challa wait!" He turned and stopped in his tracks as he watched you run to him. When you reached him you jumped into his arms, causing him to stumble back as he, surprisingly, caught you.

"It was you. Its you...Its always been you." you said as you hugged him tightly.

"Y/N what are you talking about." Releasing him from your hug you looked deeply into his eyes. "I love you too T'challa"

His eyes lit up and his smile grew wide. Hearing those words from you brought life to his heart again. He brought his hands to the sides of your face, his warm touch bringing you comfort in the moment.

"May I." T'challa asked while still staring into you. "Yes you may" You giggled as he leaned forward to kiss you once more. The kiss got more heated causing T'challa to back you up onto the hallway walls. His hands went down to your backside, rubbing and sqeezing it softly. You broke the kiss in laughter and rested your forehead against his.

Breathlessly he said "Say it again"

"I really love you T'challa Udaku"

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spidermando · 7 years ago

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“Best Friends” Pt. 5

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 1200+

Warnings: Just some stuff from the movie once again.

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“…later that day they also defeated death.”

The words rung in my ears, as I watched the footage on screen. It was true, we had defeated death, but it was all thanks to Spider Man.

“Thanks to the Spider Man…. Thank you, Spider Man.”

A laugh escaped my mouth, as I shook my head and turned away from the TV screen. ‘The Spider Man.’ It felt so surreal, being saved by a superhero not once, but twice. Let’s be honest, there’s probably going to be a third time too. And as silly as it sounds, I’m not scared or sad to think of the next time. I like spider-man, plain and simple.

The next lesson I have is Spanish, which we have a test for today. I’m not that good at Spanish, but I’m more than ready to give it a try. Maybe the teacher would slide me extra points for almost dying. And if he didn’t, I could always use it as an excuse for why I did poorly.

“Hey, uh, Y/N.”

The familiar voice caught me off guard. Turning in the direction it was from, I came face to face with Peter. I hadn’t talked to him since we walked home together. He didn’t even ask if I was okay after dangling from a web in an elevator shaft. I knew he was angry at me, but god that hurt. Clearly, he didn’t care if I lived or died.

“What?”

My harsh voice clearly caught him off guard, as he jumped slightly.

“I-uh, I- j-just wanted to – uh-“

“Spit it out.”

Peter tensed once again, before letting out a breath. “I just wanted to say I’m happy you’re okay and that I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner.” His words sounded genuine, as a small smiled graced his lips.

“We’re all lucky Spider Man was there that day.” The words still came out hard, full of anger. “And I’d forgive you, but I’ve never been so disappointed in my life.” Stepping closer, I placed a hand on my chest. “I almost died, we all almost died.” Taking my hand off my chest I placed it on his. “And you couldn’t even be bothered to come over and ask if I was okay. Some ‘best friend’ you are.”

With nothing else to say, I shoved him slightly while shaking my head and then walked down the hallway to Spanish. My chest ached, like it always did when I had an argument with Peter. But I pushed the feeling down and repressed it, why should I care about him when he didn’t care about me?

“I don’t understand why I had to go to school, only to be pulled out half way through the day.” I mumbled, taking my seat on the staten island ferry.

“Because you had a Spanish test.” My mum responded, taking the seat next to me. “Look, I know it’s been a hard few days for you. With the elevator thing and all, but it’s important to stick to the routine.” Mum was genuine, like always. I know she cares about me, which is why I didn’t tell her about my first encounter with Spider-Man. God knows how worried she would’ve been.

“I know, mum.”

The trip was going as usual, as I stuck some earphones in and watched the river roll. We usually caught the ferry to get to my aunt’s place. My mother is very close to her sister, my aunt, so we visit her weekly. However, we haven’t gone during a school day since primary school. Mum believes in a proper education, so when school got serious, so did she. No more days off, unless I was sick, and no half days.

We were halfway across the river, the statue of liberty straight ahead, when pillars of blue lights appeared. They went from the floor to the roof, almost as if they were cutting through the ship. But surely, they weren’t… were they?

People yelped, as parents grabbed their children and everyone fled as far from the rays as possible. I looked outside the window, hoping to see anyone or anything that could explain this. What my eyes saw was unbelievable. The ship was surrounded by wave like things, as if the water was running away from the ferry. My eyes turned back to the ship, as the blue rays disappeared.

The screams died down, as people stared at the line in the ground. It was red swallowed by black, almost seeming like it had been burnt through. Some people dared to step closer, curious and confused. Despite my mums scared ‘stay here’, I joined them. What was this line, and how did it get here?

Something sounded on the floor below us, where the cars were held. I strained my ears to hear it, as the sound was dull and covered by the thick metal floor. It almost sounded like a burst pipe, but that was impossible.

Suddenly the noise built up again, a combination of metal on metal and people screaming in fear. I stared in horror as the ship split in two, now that WAS impossible. What blue rays could possibly tear a ship in two??? Nothing I’d never seen, that was for sure.

People once again backed away from the center of the ship, fleeing to the sides in fear. Wires and pipes dropped down, swinging from side to side in the gaping split of this once whole ship. In an attempt to help my mum, I tugged onto her shoulder and pulled her to me. I could protect her, I could make her feel at least a little save.

Suddenly, against all the odds, a blue and red clad superhero swung past. He shot webs from his wrists, mumbling to himself in a state of panic.

“He’s here to save us.”

I watched in awe as he tied the two split parts together, amazed and dare I say it… proud. It’s weird how I’ve built a personal connection to someone I don’t even know, and probably never will.

I stepped closer to the edge of the ship (well, the half I was standing on) to watch him as he disappeared from frame. There wasn’t an inch of fear left in me. I trust him with my life, as he’s saved it more than once. Maybe I should invite him around for dinner one day, I’m not sure how he’ll eat with the mask on though.

After the ship was webbed up, I stood even closer to the edge. Some people followed suit, standing behind or beside me. Spider Man watched from the top of the ship, crouched down. I could see his chest move, as he struggled to find air. He did it, like he always did.

I’m not sure how I knew it, but we made eye contact. A familiar feeling washed over me, almost like I’d seen him more times then I actually had. Almost like I had grown up next to him. His odd eyes widened, as he broke the eye contact and stood up, looking across the ship. A true hero.

“Yeah, spider-man!!!!” Some random man cheered.

Just as I was about to celebrated, the ship rocked back and forth. One by one the webs snapped, people started screaming again, as they rushed to safety.

Someone bumped my shoulder in the rush, causing me to stumble forward. Before I could catch my step, I was shoved once again by a different person. I stumbled forward once more, but this time there was no floor to catch me and I found myself falling to an intimate death.

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The Challenge: About Loss

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Warnings: Mature Audiences ONLY: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI- Nudity, Sexual Intercourse, Spitting, Gagging, Profanity.

Pairing: Jalen Hurts x black female Word Count: 2010

A/N: I wrote this because my book club is LIT (waaay better than yours) and we write our own short stories and present it to the group to read and rate. I thought I would just upload it on here for everyone to read. It's more romance than smut but I hope that yall like it! Your feedback is greatly appreciated because I'm really trying to get better. So Like, Comment, and Reblog as the spirit moves you. ❤️❤️🥰!

Summary: You're in class and are forced to do a group assignment. The absolute worse thing happens, you are paired with the most popular jock in the university. You can't risk failing this assignment. Will things heat up in the classroom? Stay tuned.

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“Good Afternoon, class! Today we are going to talk about loss!” she exclaimed as she slapped two large textbooks onto her desk.

Only Professor Martinez could be chipper about an otherwise dismal topic. This meant that a possible term paper was coming in the very near future. As her words still lingered in the air and the rest of the class began settling down, I went back to doodling on my page. I peered periodically through my curtain bangs at the board to see if she had written anything down, but the board remained blank. Some kids were texting and scrolling on social media, while others took this time to find the comfiest position for the best fifty-minute nap they were about to take today. The thing about Introduction to Medical Anthropology is it is kind of a bore. I mean, we are all required to take a “General Education” course at the College of Liberal Arts. My first choice was the class where they listened to vinyls all day and debated which was the greatest musical genre of all time, but I overslept on registration day, and it filled up. So, for the past couple of months, I’ve been here prying my eyes open through the medical corporate structure and its inner workings. I thought anthropology courses were supposed to be about the people, how they work, and all the stuff that tugged at heartstrings. You know, mushy shit. Instead, I’ve learned the quickest way to make a lot of money. It was giving “Who wants to be a Millionaire,” not Cumbaya.

I peered up once more at the board, and the word “loss” was written up in large capital letters. The room was now completely silent as if it held its finger up to its lips. I turned to get another pen and, as if right on cue, there he was. Eyes closed and head slowly falling forward, James Evans was never awake long enough for him to use any of those pens he was always borrowing from any one of the four girls he was always sitting next to. The college’s star athlete made sure he got his fifty-minute nap in, not wasting a minute. It must be nice not having people expect much of you academically. It must be nice having people offer you grades in exchange for physical labor. Or maybe not. I quickly grabbed my other pen, pushing thoughts of student-athletes aside, and started to take a couple of notes. Sometimes, I wrote notes not to remember key facts but because writing things down helped me stay awake.

“What’s the most gut-wrenching thing about suffering a loss?” Professor Martinez asked a now-settled down class.

“I was wondering when we were gonna talk about Palliative care! Ok, when my aunt chose to be placed in hospice after getting chemo for 2 years, it was really hard for us. It was like she was giving up on herself. I was so confused, “ Kelly Gardner, the resident overachiever, replied.

I rolled my eyes. I mean, no offense to her aunt, but her niece is really annoying. Once she starts on one of her personal anecdotes, she never lets up. The class turns into this historical account of the Gardner family and all the shit Kelly doesn’t like. I mean with what I know about her family tree and her dog, she should invite me over for Christmas dinner.

“Thank you for sharing, Kelly. That must have been really hard. However, my line of questioning was more of a general question about loss, not hospice care. What about loss hurts the most?” said Professor Martinez. This time, her eyes scanned the room as if looking for someone whose face would betray them into sharing their familiarity with the subject. The room was quiet for what felt like ages.

“I think it’s the part where you remember something. Something really funny and you go to call them up. Then you remember that they aren't here anymore,” volunteered a small voice.

I turned to face where the sound was coming from. A tiny girl that I never noticed before emerged from the sea of faces. She had a baby face that was smooth and had flush skin. Her hair was straight and jet black, arranged in two low, neat buns. Her clothes were dark colored but neatly pressed. She wore a broach and other pendants around the breast pockets of her sweater. On her feet were leather combat boots with silver buckles, which I noticed because they almost swallowed her tiny legs that dangled in her chair, hovering over the floor.

“Nah, I think it's when you see pictures of them up, and everyone starts talking about them like they ain't here,” said another voice.

“It’s the crying. Sometimes, you see or hear something, and you just start crying out of nowhere,” yet another voice said.

“Holidays and birthdays”

“Seeing the date of the last thing they posted on IG. Every time you go back to it, you start seeing how much time has passed. Like their last digital footprint”

“How tight you get when you see the world going about its business like nothing ever happened. You start to do the same, and you find that you can’t move—not like everyone else,” said a deep, rich voice vibrating across the room.

I recognized that voice, but I couldn’t be sure. I turned my head to see who Loss had wrung a confession out of this time, and the voice came from James. He was looking intently at his hands, visibly frustrated. A silence spread across the room after that, each person presumably contemplating their own brush with Loss.

“Good!” Professor Martinez said, “Very Good! This week’s assignment will be to write about a time when you suffered a great loss. You will write about how you reacted, how everyone around you reacted, and whether or not any of those reactions coincided with any of the stages of grief listed in Kaufman & Morgan’s ‘The Anthropology of the Beginnings and Ends of Life’. You know, the required reading for this class.

Groans were heard throughout the classroom. My attention turned from James to the front of the class, confused.

“Yes, yes, yes, but what would life be without a graded assignment?” Professor Martinez sarcastically retorted. “What’s even better is that you don’t have to go through this alone. I will be assigning you all a partner! Please listen for your name and who you will be working with,” she finished as more groans were heard throughout the classroom.

And there it was. The dreaded group project. Something I’ve been avoiding all semester. Apart from the fact that I don’t like democracy, where my grades are involved, I’m not particularly fond of the talent in this classroom.

“Sarah and Sam,” Professor Martinez called.

God, what do I have to do? I already call my grandmother four times a year and pretend to care about her prayer meeting gossip.

“Celeste and Patrick”

Fine, God! I’ll raise you another hour on the phone and pretend to care about the hymns for the Christmas choir selections.

“Hunter and Malachi”

Please, God, just don’t let her place me with someone dumb or worse…. Can’t read!

“Adaobi and Jasper!”

I stopped praying long enough to catch Jasper’s eye. We nodded at each other. Jasper wasn’t bad. I peer-reviewed a prose piece he wrote in another class, and it wasn’t that bad, actually. I can work with this. Thank you, God!

“Oh, I’m sorry. It was my mistake. I misread the names on the page for a minute. It’s been a long day. I meant to say Adaobi and James,” said Professor Martinez.

My heart slowed to a halt. I peered over at James and then back down to my sheet of paper. This is when I started to question whether or not God actually loved me. I steadied my breathing and tried not to think about the cards I had been dealt. Instead, I would focus on how to make lemonade. I needed to get him comfortable with the idea that he had no input on this assignment and it would be a good idea for him to let me handle everything. Then, I would catch him up to speed when it’s done. I took a minute to draft and rehearse a speech, keeping in mind what I was going to say and when I would start working on the project. I pulled out my planner to look at upcoming deadlines.

“Hi. I’m James. I guess we’re paired up,” he said, offering his hand and a quick smile.

I quickly understood. What is it I understood? I understood how all people drooled and hung onto his every word. His waist, directly in my seated line of sight, was slim and fitted under his gray sweatpants. He stood tall, easily over 6 feet. He had a solid build, the kind all of the guys wanted and avid sports players had. Broad shoulders that looked like they could a pair of legs up and down stairs with ease. His Nike tracksuit remained open, revealing a white beater that hung onto his sculpted pecs and chiseled abs. His skin was a rich, dark chocolate hue and burnished. I’d never been this close to him before, and a part of me didn’t think it was safe to.

“Hi,” I said.

“So, how did you want to do this?” he asked.

“I don’t, but we have to. So this is how it’s going to go: I’ll write the paper and turn it in with both of our names on it. I’ll send it to you before I turn it in so you can read it and at least know what it’s about. Just try reading a page or two out of the required reading if she asks any questions. Outside of that, you can do whatever it is you do, “ I said matter of factly as I gathered my things to leave the classroom.

“Nah. I kinda fuck with this assignment. I wanna write on it too,” he said. I glared at him.

“Interesting, especially since I haven’t heard you offer up an original thought about any assignment in this class all semester. But how could you? You’re never awake. Look, some of us have to think about our GPAs for our future.” I retorted.

“So you’ve been watching me?” he asked, looking intently at me with the corners of his mouth threatening to curl upwards.

“No one has to watch you. You do this thing called snoring, and it interrupts the conversations happening in the class. The class we paid to have.” I spat, avoiding eye contact, hoping he couldn’t tell that I may have over-exaggerated some details to prove a point. There was a pause for a moment.

“Look, yeah, I sleep in class, but Professor Martinez could put a TV to sleep, and you know it!” he said.

“I know that everyone around you hypes you and lets you do whatever you want because you’re supposed to save University sports and finally lead the football team to their first Sugarbowl ever,” I started. “But you can’t fall asleep in every class, not read anything, and expect to write a world-class paper just because you have a ‘dead homie.’”

He glared at me. His eyes were fiery with rage enough to singe my face. His eyebrows furrowed, creating canyons of skin on his forehead. He gritted his teeth, tightening his jawline. I stared back, trying not to betray my pounding heart or sweaty palms. After an eternity, he dropped his gaze and headed for the door. I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. Turned back to my desk to gather the rest of my things.

“I’ll be at the tech center at 6 pm for the next two weeks if you wanna work on this together. If not, I guess Professor Martinez will be getting two separate papers”, I heard. Then the door closed shut. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Click here for Part 2 Click here for Part 3

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The Challenge: About Him

Disclaimers: DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK. DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Warnings: Mature Audiences ONLY: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI- Nudity, Sexual Intercourse, Spitting, Gagging, Profanity.

Pairing: Jalen Hurts x black female Word Count: 2139

A/N: Alright. Here is where the action is. This is Part 2 of the series. Please heed the warnings up top. This is actual pretty vanilla considering the other things I've written but if you are a minor, SCRAM. As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated because I'm really trying to get better. So Like, Comment, and Reblog as the spirit moves you. ❤️❤️🥰!

If you haven't read Part 1, stop what you're doing and read that first!

Summary: You're chilling with your friends as you update them on what went on in Professor Martinez's class with James. You get an earful about your behavior while they send you spiraling down memory lane.

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I love hanging out with my friends. They just get me—maybe a little too much. So, naturally, I spoke to them about the showdown after Professor Martinez’s class, and I got an earful.

“I know you lyin’,” Amber said. “She’s lying, right? I know she lyin’!”

“So you mean to tell me that fine, chocolate demigod was speaking to you face to face, and you …you insulted him?” Reneé added.

“It’s the ‘talking about the project’ for me! I wouldn’t be able to talk to that man about nothing except nuttin’. On God!” said Sara.

“Yall are missing the point. What am I going to do? I can’t have him messing up my work.” I asked.

“I think we are all in agreement when we say that not only should you make amends with this man, but you should invite us to the breakout session so we can talk about us being sister-wives. That man is F-I-O-N-E,” said Amber.

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they were going to get stuck in the back of my head. They all knew that I was on a strict track to get into law school and that I took my GPA seriously. I like to have fun, but I really don’t play about my work, and here they were acting like I was the problem.

“You know we love you, right?” Sara started, “I just think that maybe you were way too hard on him and making a mountain out of a molehill,” she finished.

“I’m just going to say it because I think it needs to be said, and I can be the ‘bad guy’ this round. I think you are hard on him for the same reason that you’ve been hard on everyone that has come your way in the past 3 months. You’re still pissed about Devon.” said Reneé.

My head whipped around so fast to turn in the direction of the Judas in my presence.

“What did you say?” I asked rhetorically.

“This man did nothing to you. In fact, a very serious person presented with a group project would approach his or her partner asking about how they should divvy the responsibilities of said project in a fair and equal manner. You bit his head off because… what? He’s a jock. Jocks are students too. He has to get a grade too. I don’t think you’ve even dated and responded to a guy favorably in the last couple of months. I get it. But don’t be scaring off fine, eligible bachelors because of some asshole in your past. That’s crazy.” she rebutted.

As I tried to calm my growing resentment towards Reneé and carefully chose my words to reply to this wild accusation, I couldn’t help but think about him.

We met at the University’s gallery opening for all of the students in the Thomas School of Art and Architecture. I had taken some classes at the school, and extra credit was given to students who attended the gallery opening. Truth be told, I would have attended without the incentive. There were so many talented creatives at the school, and their work was phenomenal. From the students who wanted to create their own fashion houses, making life-sized framed dresses, to those who experimented with realism and painting life-like portraits. There was something from every different type of creative at this exhibit. Reneé had the dopest exhibit of them all. She made an art installation made entirely of broken glass from liquor bottles she gathered from the entire campus. She sculpted the pieces into a diorama of the university, staying true to the architecture of the different buildings on campus. There was even an interactive portion where you would be told your expected major by a glass representative at the bursar's office, depending on how you answered the prompted questions. As I stood to admire her months of hard work, I walked around the entire installation, and at the end, that’s when we bumped into each other.

He stood tall, towering over me. His eyes were deep, almond-shaped, and had a way of eliciting visceral responses that lay dormant in the depths of your intimate parts. His walnut skin gave way to soft facial hair that added a ruggedness to his otherwise clean features. He kept a close crop of hair that he often rubbed in a forward motion in times of nervousness. He had a lean build, doing just enough to make you look twice but not enough to be confused with a professional athlete. The noticeable veins on his forearm made you wonder what his other appendages looked like.

I apologized for my clumsiness and tried to move away. He grabbed my arm, pulled me in close, and told me not to leave. He told me that he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather bump into at this exhibit. We walked around the entire gallery together, discussing pieces. We eventually came to my other favorite piece in the gallery. A bust of a black woman made entirely of rope. It was as technical and intricate as any sculpture or painting, yet the texture was unique. I gushed about the level of skill and patience the artist must have had to create this.

“I’m glad you liked it. I wasn’t sure,” he said.

“Wait,” I choked. “This is you?” He smiled.

“I really love this piece, Devon. You really did your thing with this one. You definitely should show it at other galleries,” said a random white male, notably one of the school's instructors.

“Thanks, Dean Bright. That means a lot,” He replied coolly.

As they finished speaking, I tried to saunter off to find Reneé and the other girls.

“Where you going?” I heard.

“Oh, I didn’t want to crowd you. I bet a lot of people will want to talk to you about your work. It’s truly amazing,” I said shyly.

“How about this, I’ll let you know when I think you’re crowding me. But right now,” he stepped closer as he finished, “I need you with me.”

He stared into my eyes. At that moment, the din of the room faded to a low, inaudible frequency. It was just the two of us and the silent conversation our eyes held. He took my hand, and we left.

We took his car up to his off-campus loft. When we arrived, he got out of the car and opened my door. He pulled me up out of the car and onto the sidewalk. I don’t remember him locking the door. I don’t remember how we got inside the apartment, actually. We crashed into each other in a full-on collision. He tore my dress off of me with brute impatience, leaving me before him in just a lacy thong and breathy anticipation. He smiled wickedly as he took me all in. Before I knew what was happening, my back was against the concrete wall. My legs found his waist and pulled him in close. I buried my face in his, sucking the moisture out of his lips. I wanted more. I craved more. And more, indeed, came. He moved my soaked thong aside and slipped himself inside of me. I gasped for air. His nature was thick and full. I felt every inch, and he found every crevice. I tightened around him.

“Shit,” he moaned.

He thrusted deeper, and I screamed in pleasure. My head fell back as I tried to steady my breathing. I felt my stomach sink to the bottom, my walls tightened, my eyes rolled back, and I erupted.

“Fuuuuuuccckkkk!!” I yelled.

I came so hard I thought that I was gonna pass out. He fed me. Repeatedly. As I tried to recover, lifted my waist up to his lips to drink from me. My head hung upside down while he hoisted me up, hugging my midsection to his chest tightly while my back rested up against his abs. He was still at full attention, making his presence known against the upper portion of my back. He ate as though he was starving. I couldn’t contain myself. Overwhelmed with so many sensations, I felt myself tightening again.

“Relax your body,” he said. “You taste so damn good. I want you to taste yourself. I’m going to drink from you. Imma spit it down, and I want you to catch it, okay.”

“Mmmm…Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I managed in between moans. He smirked.

His fingers never stopped working as I dangled mid-air. He worked his tongue over my clit, making sure not to miss an inch of my pearl. He came up for air; he shot some of my sweet sap up in the air through the tiny space between his front teeth. The tiny fountain of nectar landed in my opened mouth as I made sure I caught every drop. He continued drinking from my well until I came again. He lifted me up. Lightheaded, spent, and weak, I stumbled onto him. He caught me and chuckled. He carried me into his bedroom and laid me down. My back hit the cool sheets as I try to make sense of everything that happened. He studied me intently. I wondered what he was thinking. I wondered if it was then that he decided that he was going to use me and leave me in a world of pain and confusion.

Amber was in front of me now. She was speaking about something that I couldn’t quite make out when Sara decided that we should all play a game.

“So it seems that we are collectively in a man rut,” Sara started.

“Speak for yourself, hoe!” Reneé blurted out as she grabbed another drink.

“ANYWAAAAY, “ she said as she rolled her eyes and brought her attention back to Amber and me. “ Like I was saying, it seems like we are in a bit of a hard place when it comes to men. I think maybe we are thinking too hard about everything. We are still young, and dating men should be fun—not a chore. So I propose that we do a challenge,” she finished with a gleam in her eyes.

“Uh oh,” I said, looking at Amber.

“Girl, the last time you had us do one of your challenges, we were on the toilet for weeks,” Amber cried.

“Here me out! What if we just said “yes” whenever we were faced with a proposition or a situation that we would otherwise say “no” to. Nothing too crazy or anything that would put our lives in jeopardy. No creeps, but what if we just said “yes” for like one month. Amber, you can say “yes” to going out with white boy Greg from Cali even though he’s white because life is short and meals are expensive. Adaobi, you can work on that couples project with fine ass James…” Sara said

“I am not dating him. Our thing is different. It’s a class project; he’s not my man, so I’m kinda exempt from this,” I interrupted.

“Nice try, but you don’t even look at men anymore, girl. So the fact this fine one is speaking to you at all, given the way you’ve been growling at every man in sight, is a miracle. You’re doing this challenge,” said Reneé.

“Thank you, Reneé. And you, Reneé, maybe we should start a “no” challenge for you because we can’t keep up with your sexual exploits anymore. Ever think about saying “yes” to a friendship without benefits?” asked Sara.

“Bite me, bitch! Hating is not a good look on you,” she sneered.

“Are we all in or what?” Sara asked.

The whole room looked at me. It seems like I wasn’t getting out of this one.

“Fine,” I said begrudgingly.

“Yay! It’s a go. Here’s to having fun again,” Sara said as she raised her glass of Bacardi and Coke to toast.

“Cheers!!!” we all said in unison.

As I sat my glass down on the coaster to my left, Reneé plopped down beside me. “And don’t think for a second you're gonna wiggle your way out of this. I got a friend that is cool with James and goes to your class. I’ll spy on you if I have to.” she threatened.

The last time Reneé threatened me, she got two of her friends with benefits to break into my dorm, pick me out of bed, and hoist me into the tub, then she hosed me down while I was still in my pajamas. It had been five days since Devon and I refused to leave the dorms. I never saw her so angry in my life. I knew then that she was capable of setting the world on fire if she had to. I also knew that I would have to make nice with James.

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