#kelvin Harrison jr fix

[mymindisneverhere]

Other Side

summary: Kelvin tries to break you out of your shell… unaware of who would actually come out.

warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI!, shy black fem!reader (kinda), small mention of depression, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names. (Forgive me if I forgot any)

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(a/n: I licked the screen a few times when I came across this picture but that’s not important. 🫢)

“Kelvin!” He heard his name being called from across the room causing him to snap his head in the direction of the voice. 

“Yo!” Kelvin said, pointing to his long time friend Aaron. He made his way through the crowd of people on the dance floor until he reached his friend. “What’s up bro? It’s good to see you.” 

“You as well bro!” The London native spoke over the loud music. Aaron and Kelvin slapped hands and pulled each other into the universal bro hug before falling into conversation. “You didn’t get lost did you?”

“Nah, I mean the sign is big as hell on the front of the building.” Kelvin said. “But man, I can’t believe you actually came out and came to a club at that.”

“It’s my girls birthday tonight bro, she begged me to drive her and her friends around for the day.” Aaron said.

“I was about to say, she must’ve dragged your ass out the house cause ain’t no way you came on your own.” Kelvin joked, receiving an annoyed look from Aaron. 

“Whatever man.” He said, returning his attention to the dance floor where his girlfriend stood with one of her best friends.

Kelvin stood next to Aaron, eyeing the crowd as he nodded his head to the music blasting throughout the club. The men stood against the wall chatting about the atmosphere in the late night lounge, ordering drinks and speaking to some friends that passed by occasionally. 

Kelvin continued sipping on the alcoholic beverage as his eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on you. He slowly lowered the cup from his lips as he watched you make your way to the dance floor. Your beauty had him stuck in a trance.  

Your beautiful brown skin glowed under the blue and pink lighting that flashed from the ceiling. You wore a white halter top and matching mini skirt that hugged your hips just right and put your legs on full display. Your thick thighs glistened from the body shimmer you wore as you took steps across the floor. Your strapped heels elongated your legs causing you to appear much taller than you actually were. 

Kelvin stared at you as you joined your two best friends on the dance floor. You hugged your best friend Tati before finally pulling Jamie, the birthday girl, into a warm embrace. He watched as Jamie whispered to you, causing you both to turn and look up at the two men that were already eyeing you guys. You all waved, mainly to speak to Aaron but Kelvin waved back so caught up in the trance you had unintentionally lured him into. You all turned back around and fell back into the beat of the music but Kelvin kept his eyes on you. 

“Bro, who is that?” Kelvin asked, tapping Aaron on the shoulder. 

Aaron frowned and followed Kelvin’s eyes that were still glued to you. “Who? Y/N?” 

“All white with the legs? Her name is Y/N?” Kelvin asked. 

“Yeah man, that’s Jamie’s best friend.” Aaron said. He looked down at Kelvin and noticed the look of awe on his face, practically drooling as his mouth hung open. “Take a picture man, it’ll last longer.” 

Kelvin smacked his lips, finally taking his eyes off you and cutting them at Aaron. 

“Relax bro, she’s not one to date.” Aaron started, “She’s super shy, very quiet. She barely says two words to me when she comes over to visit Jamie. She’s extremely introverted.”

“So?” Kelvin asked, shrugging his shoulders. “What does that mean?”  

“She probably won’t talk to you because you’re always on 10 no matter where you are.” 

Kelvin paused and looked over at Aaron. “That never stopped you from hanging with me.” 

“I tolerate you, there’s a difference.” Aaron joked, before taking a sip of his beverage. 

“Wow, okay.” Kelvin said, playfully rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. “I bet I can get her to talk to me, everyone loves me.”

Aaron’s eyebrows raised as he stopped himself from uttering another smart remark to his friend. “Whatever you say man.” 

Kelvin and Aaron continued going back and forth, betting on whether or not Kelvin would be able to have a full conversation with you. After a long argument, the two men decided to bet only $100 if Kelvin could get you to talk to him before the night was over. 

“Where are y’all going after this?” 

“Dinner at Grand Lux.” 

“Perfect, we’ll chat over dinner, I’ll pay for her food.” Kelvin said. “I’ll even offer to take her home cause I’m a gentleman.”

You danced with your girls as the three of you stood a few feet away from the DJ booth. You all moved your hips to the beat, flipping your hair over your shoulders and hyping each other up one at a time. It took you a few minutes to get comfortable on the dance floor. All it had taken was the DJ playing your favorite song “Where Them Girls At by Megan Thee Stallion” and you were falling into your own rhythm with your friends being your personal hype girls. 

“Okay Y/N, it’s about time you popped out girl!” Tati yelled over the loud music. 

“I know right!” Jamie said. “She’s finally having a good time after keeping herself in the house, hiding out from the world.” 

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, laughing at your friends. 

Tati looked over where Aaron stood with Kelvin and her eyes almost jumped out of her head. “How the hell did you manage to get Grandpa out of the house?” Tati asked, still dancing to the music. 

“I told him if he did this favor for me then I’d do one for him all night.” Jamie responded with a smirk on her face. 

You and Tati rolled your eyes, instantly catching onto exactly what Jamie had been referring to. 

“I don’t wanna start nothing but his friend has been starin’ at Y/N since she walked in.” Tati said, looking over at Chelsea. 

“He’s still staring as we speak.” Jaime said. 

You all turned to look over to see him staring. The two men waved at you once more which caused you to quickly turn your attention back to your friends. 

“I’m not interested.” You said, trying to hide yourself from his gaze. 

“Come on Y/N, it’s been forever since the breakup.” Jamie said. “Plus he’s super cool, he has a beautiful smile and he is funny as hell, just your type! He and Aaron have been friends for years, I think you should talk to him.”

“I’m good Jamie, besides it’s your night. I didn’t come out looking for a man.” You said, trying to take the attention off of you and revert it back to the birthday girl. 

Tati and Jamie exchanged a knowing look between one another but decided to leave the situation alone. After you found out about your ex-boyfriend cheating on you with an old friend, you slowly sank into a deep depression. You stopped going out, stopped answering phone calls and stopped caring about how you looked or what you wore. What was only supposed to be a few months of recovery from the break up, ended up being an entire year of hiding out. 

However, thanks to your friends Jamie and Tati, you were slowly coming back to yourself. Although you weren’t the life of the party type of girl, you always managed to have a good time when you were with them. You were shy, you were reserved, and sometimes a bit reluctant when it came to going after the things that you wanted. But somehow, you’d always find yourself neglecting your shyness and converting to your “alter ego”. 

Jamie was well aware of your ability to let loose but because it rarely occurred you guys never spoke about it. Jamie had been the only person to know about your “other side” until you introduced that part of you to your now ex-boyfriend. Due to the fact that he’d taken advantage of you, completely betraying your trust and acting as if you meant nothing to him, this made you never want to introduce that part of herself to anyone ever again… especially a man. 

“Aaron’s outside waiting for us. We’re heading downtown to Grand Lux after we leave here.” Jamie announced to the two of you. 

You both nodded and made your way to the bathroom holding hands as you broke through the crowd of people. Each of you took a look in the mirror before applying another layer of gloss, fluffing your hair and entering the stalls to finish your business. 

You stood in the stall and took a few deep breaths attempting to mentally prepare yourself for dinner at Grand Lux. Your nerves were getting the best of you. You had managed to avoid men, not even giving them the smallest of conversation. But you knew that there would be no ending the night without interacting with Kelvin. 

‘God please don’t let him sit next to me. He is too damn fine.’ You thought to yourself. 

“Y/N you alright in there?” Tati said, banging on the stall door. 

“Yeah, I was just checking my phone.” You replied, raising your foot to flush the toilet. 

You stepped out of the stall and made your way to the sink to wash your hands. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and turned to Jamie. After running down the route to the restaurant and approximately how long it’ll take to get there, the three of you were all set and ready to go. 

“What took you all so long?” Aaron asked, staring down at Jamie. 

“Girl stuff.” She replied as she took his hand and stepped into the all black truck, taking a seat directly behind his chair. 

Aaron stood and helped you and Tati into the truck as well before closing the door and getting into the driver's seat. 

“Babe, where’s Kelvin?” Jamie asked. 

“He’s going to meet us there.” Aaron responded, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the club's parking lot. 

The three of you fell into conversation completely ignoring the fact that Aaron was upfront, able to hear every word. 

“You’re not nervous are you?” 

“No it’s just that-“ You began, “It’s been so long, too long, since I’ve even looked at a guy. I don’t think I’m ready to entertain someone right now.” 

“Look, nobody is saying you have to take him seriously or get with him to see if he’s husband material.” Tati said. 

“Right!” Jamie agreed. “Just have a little fun with him. There’ll already be a friend there for Tati and now there’s a friend for you.” 

You looked between the two girls unsure of what to say next. You were contemplating on whether or not you should take their advice or continue to avoid men who showed any interest in you. Letting out a breath, you sat back in your seat and nodded, deciding to take one for the team. 

“He's a pretty cool guy.” Aaron casually stated, interrupting you guys’ conversation. The three of you snapped your heads in his direction, completely confused on why he was even entering the conversation to begin with. 

“Sorry.” He said, looking into the rear view mirror quickly before returning his eyes to the road. 

“He is a cool guy though.” Jamie said, turning to you. “Trust me, you’ll have fun.” 

‘They’re right, just have fun. Nothing serious.’ You thought. 

“Okay, let’s see how the night goes.” You  finally said, causing your friends to both squeal in excitement. 

You all sat around a large table enjoying your meals and joining in conversations. Jaime sat next to Aaron who sat next to Kelvin who sat next to you…  who had been picking over your food since it arrived at the table. Your nerves wouldn’t allow you to even take a nibble of the pasta that sat in front of you. 

Kelvin had tried his hardest to get you to engage in conversation but it wasn’t going too well. Your short responses never left room for the conversation to go any further, eventually leading to an awkward silence after each attempt. 

“Ow!” You yelped, reaching down to rub your knee after you felt a sharp heel kick you. 

“You okay?” Kelvin asked, looking over at you in concern. 

You looked up at Tati who was staring at you with wide eyes. You frowned as you watched Tatis lips move without sound. 

“Say something!” Tati mouthed, moving her lips in exaggeration to be sure you understood her. 

“Yeah I’m fine, just moving too much I guess.” You responded with a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t scare you did I?” 

“Nah, of course not.” Kelvin stated. “It’s okay though, I’m always bumping into stuff.

Kelvin’s attempt at easing the embarrassment he saw in your face had worked as a small smile crept onto your face. 

“So how was it starring in such a classic film?” You asked, looking over at him. You could see the shock in his face before it quickly washed away. He couldn’t believe you were actually asking him a question after thirty minutes of him playing 21 questions with you. 

“Man it was so much, let me tell you about it.” Kelvin instantly fell deep into the story of how it felt to be working with some of the most talented people in the industry. You were so caught up in his storytelling, you didn’t notice the waiter place a tall martini next to your water that had gone untouched. You could see Jamie’s hand waving at you from the corner of your eye. 

“I got you a drink!” She whispered, trying her hardest not to interrupt your talk with Kelvin. 

Leaning up from the table, you reached over to grab the drink and began taking small sips from the glass. After a few more minutes of engaging in conversation, and another martini, you were feeling the effects of the alcohol. The more Kelvin spoke, the more it was hard to focus on his eyes because his lips were catching your attention with every word he said. Your eyes slightly fell low as they landed on his lips and then back onto his eyes. The expression in your face didn’t go unnoticed as Kelvin slowly stopped talking, watching your eyes dart slowly back and forth between his mouth and his eyes. 

You weren’t doing this on purpose but it was something about you and your liquor that just brought out that other side of you. You could feel a slight throbbing between your legs as he slowly pressed his back against his chair. He was slightly matching your energy, unsure if he was doing too much or if he was even in control of what he was doing. It was as if the more he stared at you, the less power he had over his own body. 

”Why did you stop talking?” You asked, genuinely confused as to why he became so silent. 

“Uh, I don’t even know.” He said, sitting up straight and snatching his eyes off of you. He looked down at his plate and then back over to you before quickly tearing them from your gaze again and looking elsewhere. You placed your elbow onto the table and rested your chin in your hand.

“I would love to hear the rest if you’re still interested in telling me about it.” Your voice had become a bit calm, almost too calm. Kelvin was struggling with keeping his eyes on yours, your gaze was too intense for him. He had sensed the shift in your energy and was completely taken aback by the effect it was having on him. 

“Uh yeah, sure. I- uh,” He started, pushing himself further into the table, trying to hide what was happening below his waist. Kelvin was few seconds too late, seeing as though you had already noticed the slight bulge in his pants. You licked your lips as the images of him fucking your throat invading your thoughts. 

“Y/N, we’re getting ready to leave. You coming?” Jamie asked, raising her brows hoping you would say…

”Actually, Kelvin’s gonna take me home.” You said, before looking at him. “You’re okay with that right?”

”Yeah, for sure.” He nodded quickly, still refusing to meet your eyes. 

“Okay girl, you two be safe!” Tati winked at you, hinting at your drive home and any other activities that may take place between you and Kelvin. 

The ride to your apartment was silent, mainly because Kelvin was at a loss for words. He was excited to talk to you, he had looked forward to it since he laid eyes on you at the club but for some reason he was feeling too many things that would contradict his claim at being a gentleman.

The same trance he was in at the club had managed to creep back up on him. Only it had been more intense, a bit more than he could handle. Having you close up, staring into his soul was damn near hypnotizing. He wasn’t a man who shied away from anything but you had him feeling nervous to look over at you, afraid he might fall into the trance all while driving. He didn’t wanna fall victim to your eyes once again.  

”You know, I was nervous to talk to you at first.” You said, looking over at him as he drove.

”Really?” He asked. “Why is that?”

”It’s just been a while since I’ve talked to a guy.” You turned your body toward him causing him to look out the corner of his eye. “Something as simple as casual conversation seemed like too much to handle but you're really easy to talk to.”

”That’s good to hear, I’m glad I could ease some of the tension.” He said, smiling slightly. 

“Can I ease yours?” You could tell this question caught him off guard as you felt your body jerk against the seatbelt. He had accidentally pressed the break a bit too hard, making you both lean forward a bit. 

“Sorry.” He laughed nervously, quickly looking over at you then back to the road. “I’m not feeling any tension right now.”

”I can see it.” You said, dropping your eyes to his crotch before returning them back to his face. 

“I mean but I’d like to think of myself as a gentleman. I just met you, you just met me.” Kelvin was babbling, panicking at your sudden change in demeanor. You had managed to go from timid to down right audacious, completely catching him off guard. He didn't know what to think at this moment, let alone what to say. You smirked to yourself, enjoying the power you were having over him. You had been so hung up on saving the other side of you for someone special, completely neglecting the fact that you deserved a good time as well. Who said you couldn’t let that other part of you come out and play for just one night? 

“Can you multitask?” You asked, sitting up in the passenger seat. 

“Uh, yeah. Why?” Kelvin said, shifting his gaze between you and the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he tried to imagine what you were about to do. 

You smirked before undoing your seatbelt and sitting up on your knees, lightly leaning over the armrest. Kelvin’s eyes cut to the corners as he watched you reach for his belt. The sound of the buckle jiggling was the only sound in the car as you worked on pulling his dick out of his pants. 

“You don’t wanna um- wait until um- the car is parked?” Kelvin asked nervously, still struggling to keep his eyes on the road. 

“No.” 

You pulled at the waist of pants until his dick sprang up. You bit down on your lip as you looked down at it. It was exactly what you expected, thick and veiny. You bent down and wrapped your lips around the head earning a sigh of satisfaction from Kelvin. Quickly coating the head with your saliva, you leaned down even further to take in more of him. He reached over to run his hand down your ass, pressing his fingers against the wet spot in your panties. 

You bobbed your head up and down, feeling his legs underneath you jump a bit. He was having a hard time keeping his speed consistent. Each time you took all of him in he’d press the gas harder, causing your body to rock a bit from the jerk of the car. 

“Fuck!” He spat, slapping your ass before running his fingers down your center. Moving as quickly as he could without interrupting his driving, he hooked a finger underneath your thong and pulled it around your ass cheek. 

Lifting up a bit, you moaned in excitement already knowing what he was going to do. 

“I thought you were a gentleman?” You asked playfully. 

“I am.” He responded. 

Kelvin dipped a finger into your folds, biting down on his lip at how wet you were. You were so tight around his finger, he could only imagine how good you were gonna feel around his dick. 

You took him back into your mouth, slurping and sucking while he fingered you. You wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and ran your tongue along the underside, focusing most of your attention on the head. You noticed how his breathing changed when you did this, listening carefully as he took in a sharp breath. 

Finally catching a red light, he gently pressed his foot against the break and snatched his hand from the wheel. You yelped lightly as you felt his hand against the back of your neck, pushing your head up and down on his dick. He sat back and rested his head against the driver's seat, cursing from the narrow feeling of your throat. 

He pushed two fingers into your pussy and rolled his wrist, pushing them back and forth into you. His fingers matched the pace of his hand on your neck. A groan left his lips as he heard the sounds your pussy was making, wet and creamy from the taste of him along your tongue. 

So caught up in the scene before him, he sat up quickly when he heard a car behind him honk their horn. He placed his hand back onto the steering wheel and pressed the gas. 

“I’m fucking you up when we get to your house.” He said, removing his fingers from your pussy and slapping your ass a few more times. 

“You promise?” 

You assumed the position on your queen size bed, all fours with your ass in the air. You rocked your hips a bit making your ass jiggle as Kelvin stood behind you eyeing you with low eyes. You were both completely undressed, only space and opportunity standing between the two of you. Kelvin stood just a few feet from the bed, dick standing at full attention as he licked his lips in anticipation.  

“You gonna stare at my ass all night or you gonna fuck me up like you said?” You smirked, looking over your shoulder at him. 

He walked up to you and placed a hand on your back as he positioned himself right at your entrance. Slowly thrusting his hips forward, he pushed his dick into you cursing underneath his breath at how tight you were. You both shut your eyes, taking in the feeling of one another. He was so thick, stretching you just right with every inch. You pussy fluttered a bit, trying to adjust to his girth.  

“So fucking tight.” He said, gripping both sides of your hips. 

Without hesitation, he thrusted in and out of you, staring down at your ass as it jiggled from impact. Your hands dug into the sheets, gripping them tightly as your body rocked with each stroke he gave you. You coated his dick so well, the creaminess pushing to the base with every thrust. 

“Look at that shit.” He said, slapping your ass to watch it jiggle even more. “You hear that pussy baby?”

“Yes!” You let out in an exaggerated breath. You could hardly focus on his words. Your eyes were barely open as you surrendered to the pleasure he brought you. You felt his hand creep up your back and grip onto your neck. In a quick motion, he pressed your face into the mattress, slamming his hips into yours repeatedly. 

The only sounds in the room were your loud moans, the gushy noise coming for your pussy and his skin slapping against yours. You felt your walls begin to ache around him, a release threatening to escape your hole. 

“Ohh fuucck.” You whined, your words getting lost in the sheets your face was buried in. 

“I feel that shit coming.” Kelvin was already catching on to your reflexes. He could feel your walls contract around his dick as you grew wetter with every stroke. “Cum on that dick baby.” 

“Fuck yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” You yelled, encouraging him to fall even deeper into you. 

He lifted a leg onto the bed, never ending the rhythm that was sending you into a frenzy. His balls slapped against your clit, working you over twice more than before. The creaminess that dripped from your hole accompanied by the pressure from his heavy balls kept you from coming down so soon. 

You were already feeling another climax building. The sensitivity from your clit alone made it easy for your orgasm to seep through. Your eyes rolled into your head as your grip on the sheets tightened. 

“Daddy, I’m cummin’ again!” You cried through gritted teeth. Your tone was a mixture of pleading with him and begging for more. You wanted him to let up a bit to give you time to bounce back from the first orgasm but at the same time it felt too good to let go of. Your body shook underneath him as he squeezed your hips, holding you in place to prevent you from running. 

“You wanted me to fuck you up right?” He asked, taunting you all while you were cumming. 

“Yes!” You yelled. 

“Take this dick then.” 

You bit down on the sheets, moaning loudly as he continued fucking you. You weren’t a fan of tapping out but damn you just needed a few seconds to catch your breath. But he wasn’t granting you that anytime soon. He was fucking you like he had something to prove. Yes he was a gentleman but he also knew how to make you weep in more ways than one. 

The more he thrusted into you, the more you ran from his strokes, eventually ending up flat on your stomach. He pulled out of you and climbed on to the bed, laying on his side right next to you. He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, pressing your back against his chest. 

“Put that dick back in.” He said, his lips slightly brushing against your ear lobe. 

You reached down and grabbed his dick, rubbing the tip through your slippery folds. You were trying to use this time to recoup and come back into reality. You could hear the sticky sounds your pussy was making each time you ran his dick in between your lips, loving how much he had managed to get you to make a mess in such a small amount of time. 

“Stop playing with me.” He spat, slapping your ass aggressively. 

You moaned from the slight pain and finally positioned his tip right at your entrance, pushing his dick back into you. He grabbed onto your leg, placing his hand into the bend of your knee as he thrusted into with full force. His other arm snaked under your neck and yanked your head back. He rocked his hips back and forth, lifting your leg more and more with each thrust. 

“Why that pussy so wet for me mama?” He spoke directly into your ear as he stared down at you. Your eyebrows were curled, mouth agape while his dick slid in and out of you. 

“I don’t… I-“ You tried to get it out but gave up just as soon as you started. 

He reached down and placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing it in circles. His dick pressed against your G-spot repeatedly while his fingers toyed it from the outside. Your body grew weaker as you fought the urge to hold it in any longer. 

“Feel. So. Good.” You moaned breathlessly in a rhythm with his strokes. Your hand gripped onto his arm that had a firm hold around your neck. 

“Fuck, I’m about to cum in this pussy.” He moaned. 

Kelvin closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to the side of your face. His breath lightly brushed against your jaw as you felt it increase. His fingers continued playing with your clit, feeling your pussy cream on his dick. The way you were taking him in, so wet and gushy, made it hard for him to last any longer than he wanted to. You could feel his dick jump inside of you, instantly pulling another orgasm out of you on the spot. 

“I’m cummin’!” You cried out. 

“I’m cummin’ with you baby.” He said, grabbing onto your leg. He gave a few more powerful strokes until you felt the warmth of his seed fill you. 

“Shit.” 

You both laid in place, chests rising as you fought to catch your breath. You blinked slowly, feeling your body slip into a well deserved slumber before Kelvin placed a kiss on your neck and lightly tapped your thigh. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet baby, I wanna spend the rest of my night with you before I go.” He said, bringing you out of a sleepy fog. 

(Please excuse any mistakes! 🩵)

[foxybrownsugababe]

𝐋𝐚 𝐍𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Aaron Pierre x Black!OC & Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - In which this random chilly summer night, where two young women sneak their way into the most famous club in town, leads to connection they’ve never thought would happen. The Night Awaits.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Flirting, tension, slight suggestiveness, strong language

𝐅𝐨𝐱𝐲’𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐱 - I don’t have much to say besides that this idea came to me after watching MLK/X and seeing how fine Aaron look and Kelvin in the Elvis movie. The rest of it sort of just came together.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 6,112+

𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟏𝟐, 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐

The moon hung high over Baldwin Hills, bathing the neighborhood in silver light, but inside The Greer household, tucked in the well sized room near the back of the homes, the only glow came from the dim lamp on a nightstand. The room was quiet—too quiet. If the girls parents heard even the faintest giggle or shuffle, the night would be over before it even started.

On the other side of the room, a brown skinned woman stood in front of the mirror, twisting side to side, admiring herself in a sleek black dress she had swiped from her mother’s closet. She grinned at her reflection, running her hands over the smooth and tight fabric, letting out a quiet ooh as she posed dramatically.

“Girl, would you just look at me?” She whispered excitedly, swaying her hips. “I swear I look just like Diahann Carroll.” She grinned as she waved around the small ascot the that was attached to the he her when she took the dress.

The other girl, Loretta, who was sitting cross-legged on her bed in nothing but her plain day clothes, lifted a skeptical brow as she brought down the magazine from her face. “Diahann Carroll? Where?”

“Right here, baby.” Effie twirled, her curls bouncing as she turned to face her friend. “Tell me I ain’t the finest thing this side of California?” She said, placing her hands on her hips and looking at the girl. Before she could even make a smart quip that she knew Claudette would laugh at, she had a stern finger pointed at her. “See, ya can’t.” She said with a large smile.

Loretta huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “You stole that from your mama, Effie. Wouldn’t that make her the finest thing on this side of California?” She asked, tilting her head at the girl.

Effie waved a dismissive hand. “Borrowed.” She clarified as she rolled her eyes. “And I’d say she wouldn’t miss it, but you know she’d notice in a heartbeat. That woman checks her closet like a bank vault. You know, six sisters and all.” She shrugged as she smoothed the dress over her hips again, then turned back to the mirror with a dreamy sigh. “But it’s worth it. When I step into La Nuit Rouge tonight, I’m gon’ look like I belong there.” She gushed as she fixed her hair and posed some more in front of the mirror.

Loretta didn’t say anything. She only stared at her best friend before her eyes drifted off to the dress laid out at the foot of her bed—the moving navy blue with a pop of red near the collar, one her mother’s favorite. It didn’t necessarily fit the vibe of the establishment she could possibly sneaking off to, but out of all her church going mother’s clothing, this was probably the most risqué. She had taken it out hours ago, even held it up in front of the mirror, but now she couldn’t bring herself to put it on.

Effie must have noticed her hesitation because she stopped admiring herself long enough to glance over. “What’s the matter, Retta? You ain’t got cold feet now, have you?”

Loretta eyes met hers briefly as she bit the inside of her cheek. “I just…” She trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. “I don’t know if I should go.” She mumbled with a shrug, but able to meet her best friend gaze.

Effie’s eyes went wide with exaggerated disbelief. She quickly crossed the room, dropping onto the bed next to Loretta, nearly bouncing them both. “Girl! We done spent the past two weeks plannin’ this night, and you talkin’ ‘bout staying home?” She said rather loudly considering they were trying to be discreet.

“I am home,” Loretta mumbled tensely, signaling for her to lower her voice. She then looked toward the closed bedroom door, her ears tuned to the soft murmur of her parents’ voices in the other room.

Effie rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. We are finally of age, Ruby Mae. We got the hookup at the best club in town, and all you gotta do is put on that dress and walk out the door.” She nudged her with an elbow. “Come on now. You think I’d let anything happen to you?” She asked the girl softly, budding her a bit.

Loretta hesitated, her fingers tracing patterns over her duvet. Truthfully, it wasn’t safety she was worried about. It was the unknown. She wasn’t like Claudette—bold, fearless, always looking for the next thrill. She preferred quiet places, familiar things. But La Nuit Rouge? That place was legendary. It had history, secrets, and sometimes even scandalous rumors. It was the kind of club where people made memories that lasted a lifetime.

And yet, here she was, sitting in plain clothes, scared to even step into it. The strict way she was raised had scared her off from anything that wasn’t the library and Bible study.

Effie must have sensed her doubt because her voice softened. “Loretta Mae.” She said, reaching over and reassuringly squeezing her friend’s hand. “You only get one life, girl. One. And you gon’ spend it sittin’ up in this room forever?” She questioned, tilting her head down to meet the her eyes.

Her words caused Loretta to sigh, staring at the blue dress again. She imagined herself wearing it, imagined the way it would flow around her legs when she walked. She imagined stepping into La Nuit Rouge, seeing all those beautiful, glamorous people, hearing the music that made the walls hum.

And then she imagined letting Effie go without her.

With a slow breath, she nodded. “Alright.” She whispered.

Effie grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. “That’s my girl!” She jumped up, grabbing the dress from the bed and shoving it into Loretta’s hands. “Hurry up and get dressed. I want to be in that club before they run out of all the good liquor.”

Loretta let out a small gasp. “Liquor?” She questioned as she threw the dress from her arms.” You didn’t say nothing about drinking!” She whisper-shouted, standing up stood from the bed.

Effie stifled a laugh, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, hush, it ain’t like I said we gotta get drunk. But come on now, you think folks go to La Nuit Rouge for just the music? This ain’t no Sunday service, Retta.”

Loretta folded her arms, narrowing her eyes. “You better not try to get me in no trouble.”

Effie clutched her chest like she’d been wounded. “Trouble? Me?” She mockingly questioned but Loretta just gave her a look, causing her to sigh. “Alright, alright,” Effie relented, still grinning. “We’ll go, have us a good time, and if—and that’s a big if—you feel like takin’ a little sip, well… I won’t stop you.” She shrugged carelessly.

Loretta shook her head, exhaling as she placed a hand over her heart. “Lord, what am I getting myself into?” She whispered to herself, glancing up at the ceiling as if she was speaking to the man in the heavens.

Effie squealed, grabbing her friend’s hands and bouncing on her toes. “The best night of our lives, that’s what.” She turned toward the small vanity mirror and gave herself one last look, adjusting her curls and making sure her makeup was correct. Then she twirled around dramatically, striking a pose. “Alright, darling, time to be somebody.”

Loretta still had her doubts, but as she watched Effie’s excitement, she couldn’t help but smile. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a mistake. Maybe La Nuit Rouge would be more than just a place—they’d walk in as two ordinary girls and come out as something bigger. “Let’s go.” She finally said, moving near her door to slip on her shoes.

Effie turned just as Loretta was reaching for her shoes and let out an exaggerated gasp. “Now hold on just a minute, miss girl—what do you think you’re doin’?” She questioned with a dramatically arched brow.

Loretta froze, eyes darting up to her friend. “…Puttin’ on my shoes?” She mumbled as she stood up straight.

“In that?” Effie pointed at Loretta’s plain blouse and skirt like it was an offense to her very being. “Oh, no, ma’am. You are not steppin’ foot in La Nuit Rouge dressed like you just came from grocery shopping with your mama.” She sassed, folding her arms as she looked at the girl.

Loretta shifted with her arms crossed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Ain’t nobody gonna be lookin’ at me no how.” She shrugged.

Effie clutched her temples dramatically. “Retta, I swear, you ‘bout to make me pass out right here.” She muttered. Then, before Loretta could react, Effie swooped down, grabbed the dress from the foot of the bed, and marched over to her. “You stole it from your mama’s closet for a reason,” Effie insisted, shaking the dress at her. “Now you better put it on before I do it for you.”

Loretta huffed, throwing her head back. “It’s too much.” She whined softly.

“It’s actually not enough, but this is the only thing your mother had.” Effie corrected. “Now put. It. On.” She expressed, slapping the dress into the girls chest.

Loretta bit her lip, hesitating. The dress was simple but beautiful—soft, sleek, a deep blue with delicate trimming. It was a woman’s dress, not something a quiet, stay-at-home girl like her wore. “I don’t know, Effie…” She mumbled.

Effie groaned, then placed her hands on her hips. “You scared?”

Loretta snapped her head up, frowning. “No.” She said firmly.

Effie smirked with a tilt of her head. “Then prove it.”

Loretta glared at her friend for a moment longer before snatching the dress out of her hands with a sharp exhale. “Turn around.” She hissed softly. Effie grinned in victory and spun on her heels, humming to herself as Loretta quickly changed. When she finally turned back around, her eyes went wide.

“Ohhh, Ruby Mae,” Effie breathed, stepping forward and grabbing Loretta’s hands as she eyed the favorite that hugged the woman. “You look so good.” She gushed, smiling at her best friend.

Loretta shifted awkwardly. “You think so?”

“I know so.” Effie grinned before spinning her toward the small mirror on the vanity. “Look at you. A proper lady of the night.” She whispered.

“What?” Loretta’s asked with a scrunched face, snapping her head over to her friend due to her choice of words. Claudette waved the girl off, shaking her head. “Not like that, you know what I mean.”

“I don’t.” Loretta responded before looking back town the mirror. She took in her own reflection and, for the first time, saw someone else staring back. Someone… different.

Maybe even a somebody. Someday.

Effie squeezed her shoulders as she placed her head next to Loretta’s, cheesing at her through the mirror. “Alright now, sugar. Let’s go knock ‘em dead.” She grinned.

And this time, when Loretta slipped on her shoes, she felt a little taller.

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The night air was thick with the scent of California jasmine and the lingering warmth of the day’s sun, but the closer they got to La Nuit Rouge, the more the air seemed to shift—thickening with the electricity of possibility.

Claudette, or Effie as she preferred, walked with a pep in her step, practically bouncing as she clung to Loretta’s arm. The streetlights flickered above them, casting a soft glow over their path, but it was nothing compared to the distant haze of La Nuit Rouge glowing like a beacon in the Baldwin Hills night.

Loretta, on the other hand, was tense. She clutched her small purse tightly, glancing around as they approached the alleyway leading to the back entrance. “Are you sure Rodney’s working tonight?” She whispered, wrapping her coat around herself tightly.

Effie scoffed. “Would I have us sneakin’ out just to get turned away? Of course he’s workin’. And if he ain’t, well…” She paused briefly before turning to flash a grin at Loretta. “We’ll figure somethin’ out.” She shrugged.

Loretta wasn’t sure if that was comforting or terrifying. Especially knowing Claudette.

They turned the corner, and there it was—La Nuit Rouge. It wasn’t like the grand, flashy establishments downtown, but it had its own kind of magic. The deep red glow of its sign hummed against the brick, casting long shadows on the pavement. A velvet rope stretched in front of the entrance, guarded by two large men in sharp suits, while clusters of sharply dressed folks whispered and waited for their turn to get in, others sitting around in nice cars, just wanting to see who entered and if they could hear nothing from the inside. The low thrum of a bass leaked from inside, promising music, movement, life.

Effie squeezed Loretta’s arm. “Lord, would you look at it.” She whispered, her voice practically dripping with excitement.

Loretta swallowed, taking in the scene. The men wore fine suits with crisp pocket squares, their shoes shined so well they caught the light. The women dripped elegance—silk and satin hugging their curves, lips painted deep reds and plums.

Effie turned to her, eyes shining. “You ready?” She grinned.

Loretta exhaled. “…No.” She swallowed.

Effie cackled and tugged her forward. “Come on, scaredy cat.” And Loretta had no room to protest.

They approached the door, and sure enough, there was Rodney—tall, lean, and with a smug expression that said he knew he had the power to make or break someone’s night. “Well, well.” He drawled, arms crossed over his suit covered chest they stepped up. “Look who snuck out the house.” He smirked, leaned against the stair railing.

“Boy, hush,” Effie said, rolling her eyes. “You lettin’ us in or not?” She asked.

Rodney eyed them both, his gaze lingering on Loretta, who suddenly felt like shrinking. “Didn’t think you had it in you, little Loretta.” He teased, but there was something close to approval in his tone, and admiration as his eyes drifted over her covered figure.

Loretta avoided his eyes but straightened her shoulders. “Well, I do.” She said with a small nod.

Rodney chuckled, then stepped aside, unhooking the rope. “Don’t cause no trouble.” He said. “And don’t tell your folks.

Effie grinned, pulling Loretta through the entrance. “Of, you know that won’t be happening.” She as they passed him.

The moment they stepped inside, it hit them. The scent of whiskey and perfume, the smoke curling toward the ceiling, the sound of laughter and music weaving together in a melody of indulgence. The air was alive.

A jazz band played on a stage in the corner, the pianist’s fingers dancing over the keys while the trumpet wailed. The dance floor was filled with couples moving in sync, bodies swaying, spinning, sweating. Waitresses in form-fitting dresses weaved through the crowd with trays of drinks, their heels clicking against the floor. And at the bar, men sat with their hats tipped low, speaking in hushed voices or watching the scene unfold before them.

Effie let out a low whistle. “Lord have mercy.”

Loretta, a little overwhelmed, just stood there, drinking it all in. Effie then squeezed her hand with her signature large smile. “Welcome to La Nuit Rouge, sugar.” She said. And welcomes they were, because La Nuit Rouge was alive. The walls of the club seemed to pulse with energy, the air thick with the scent of perfume, whiskey, and the lingering wisp of cigarette smoke. The smooth, rolling rhythm of live jive music filled the space, but it was the voice on the stage that commanded the room.

On the other side of the club, a man with neatly waved hair crooned into the microphone, his voice dripping with raw emotion as he belted out Please, Please, Please by James Brown.

“I love you… I love you so…”

His voice dripped with emotion, his body swaying as if the weight of the words physically pulled at him. A deep crease settled between his brows, eyes squeezed shut as he reached into the depths of his soul.

“I love you… Honey, I love you so…”

He clutched the mic stand as if it were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world, his body moving in time with the music—hips rolling, shoulders jerking, sweat beading at his brow as he poured his soul into every note.

The crowd near the stage was utterly entranced. Women leaned forward with wide, hungry eyes, hands clutched over their hearts or pressed against their flushed cheeks. Men either watched in admiration or attempted to match his effortless charm, pulling their dance partners in close, moving to the deep, yearning rhythm of his voice.

Loretta had never seen anything like it. She was rooted in place, staring, unable to look away from the spectacle before her. The way he moved—commanding and uninhibited—made something curl tight in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or nerves.

“I’ll take your coats.” Rodney spoke up behind them. Effie made quick work to shuffle the thick fabric down her shoulders while Loretta reluctantly came up out of hers. She handed her black coat on her go him, while Rodney eyed her figure in the navy blue dress. “Wow, Loretta, you look nice.” He said, looking up at the girls face. Loretta glanced him a small smile, meeting his eyes. “Thank you, Rodney. Means a lot.” She said softly.

“No problem, dew drop.” He smirked down at her, loving her shy nature. His eyes then drifted over to Claudette, who eyed him at his unsubtle flirting with her homegirl. “And you look aight, Effie.” He mumbled, taking her cat from her hands and walking away before the gaping girl could say anything.

“Rude!” Effie called out after him. She then turned back to Loretta, whose eyes drifted back to the stage behind the gyrating crowd. “Come on,” Effie murmured, pulling the girl toward the bar. And Loretta let herself be led as her gaze lingered on the man on stage, her heart pounding in her chest, her fingers tightening around her purse strap.

Effie approached the bar with her usual confidence, slipping into a seat like she belonged there. The counter was polished to a gleam, reflecting the dim glow of the overhead lights. Behind it, a tall, light-skinned man stood wiping out a glass, his ginger hair catching the warm light. His face was sharp, freckled, and partially obscured by the glasses perched on his nose.

“Two whiskey sours, please,” Effie said smoothly, resting her arms on the counter as she gazed up at him. The man—Pierre, judging by the neatly printed name tag on his vest—pushed his glasses up with one finger and looked at her with a blank expression.

“ID, please,” He said.

Effie scoffed softly, almost like a humorless chuckle. “Really? You need my ID? I got in, didn’t I?” She asked, attempting to play it cool, but something about the way he looked at her made it clear—he saw right through her.

He blinked, unimpressed. “ID?” He repeated, his voice as flat as his expression. Effie rolled her eyes, shifting in her seat. “I don’t have my ID.” She admitted, crossing her arms.

Aaron hummed, nodding to himself as he wiped down another glass. “How old are you?” He asked, his tone still unreadable, like he was conducting an interrogation rather than a casual conversation, his eye not even on her.

Effie sighed. “I’m twenty, okay? Only a year off.” She stated defensively.

Aaron gave another slow, noncommittal hum before stiffly nodding. “So no drink.” He said, not even glancing her way before he turned to place the tray of glasses on the shelf behind him.

Effie let out a short laugh, tilting her head as she gave him a once-over. She hadn’t really looked at him before, but now that she did, she took in the details—the lean but solid frame beneath his heavy coat, the sharp angles of his jaw, the serious way he carried himself. It struck her as odd that he was wearing such a thick coat indoors, especially if he was tending bar, but maybe he had just come in.

Her eyes flicked back up to his face when he turned around, catching the faint glint of his glasses in the low light. “You’re not gonna kick me out?” She asked, though a bit hesitantly, raising an eyebrow.

He finally met her gaze, setting a glass down and resting his hands on the counter. “Like you said,”He murmured. “Only a year off.”

Effie smirked at that. Oh, I like you,” she grinned, poring at him. He simply blinked at her, then simply went back to cleaning the glass cups before him.

Loretta, meanwhile, was still entirely fixated on the performance happening just across the room as she took her place at the bar my Claudette. The singer had dropped to his knees now, his voice cracking with desperation, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt as if he might tear it right off his body. “Who is that?” She asked out loud. The man at the bar next to her glanced over, his eyes running over her figure as he sipped at his brown liquor. “That’s King.” He said, and Loretta’s eyes snapped over to him at his close voice over the loud music. “Huh?” She asked, it knowing that she asked the question aloud.

“That’s King Harrison. Best thing to come out of New Orleans song gumbo!” He grinned before downing the rest of the straight liquor and then slamming the glass on the counter. Pierre’s head snapped over to him, his face stoic as he eyed the man. “I done told you bout slamming the glasses, Henry. One more time and you’re out of here.” His deep baritone stated, causing the older man to grumble. Loretta jumped at the sound, blinking at the man that she could now see was obviously tipsy. Her eyes then made their way back to the man on stage. “He’s…something.” She mumbled.

King, as they call him, let out a ragged breath, opening his eyes and dragging a hand through his dampened waves. His white dress shirt clung to his body, a thin sheen of sweat making it shimmer under the dim, golden lights. He stepped forward, gripping the mic stand with both hands, his knuckles turning white as his voice cracked with desperation.

“I’m begging you, please… Please don’t go…”

He dropped to one knee, the intensity in his voice making the women in the crowd clutch their chests. Some of them reached toward him as if they could hold him together with their hands alone.

“Please, please, don’t go!”

His head tilted back, neck taut as he let the words bleed out of him. The deep tremble in his voice, the rasp at the edges—it all sent shivers through the room.

Loretta had never seen anything like it.

She was rooted in place, staring, unable to look away from the spectacle before her. The way he moved—commanding and uninhibited—made something curl tight in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or nerves.

Kelvin was moving again, dragging himself up from his knees, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His fingers curled around the microphone as he stared out at the audience, his gaze heated, lips still parted as the last note trembled in the air.

“I need you… I need you so…”

His voice was softer now, full of longing, drawing the crowd even closer. The crowd was eating it up.

Loretta swallowed hard.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when Effie nudged her. “Girl, you’re starin’.” She mumbled into Loretta’s ear. Loretta blinked rapidly, finally tearing her eyes away to look at her friend. “I—” She started, but her words died on her tongue when she realized something.

The man on stage was looking right at her.

Her breath hitched as she made eye contact with him. Even with the haze of cigarette smoke and the shifting, swaying bodies between them, she could feel his gaze settle on her like a warm, slow drag of honey. She gulped before the drunk man next to her began speaking again.

“King’s got the city in a chokehold. Women want him. Men wanna be him.” He stated. Loretta glanced at the man—he was older, maybe mid-thirties, dressed sharp but relaxed, the kind of man who had seen a few things and come out wiser for it. He tipped his glass toward the stage. “He came outta nowhere, you know. Used to just be some country bumpkin kid runnin’ deliveries for the elderly. Then one day, Cisco gave him the opportunity to step on stage, and bam—King was born.” He explained.

Loretta’s brows lifted in surprise. “Just like that?”

The man nodded, smirking. “Just like that.”

Effie leaned in, having caught the conversation. “So, what’s the deal with him?” She asked, her eyes bright with curiosity. “He got a girl?” She asked with a quirked brow.

Henry snorted, swirling his drink. “If he does, she’s got the patience of a saint, ‘cause that man don’t belong to nobody but the music…and any woman he wants.”

Sounds like trouble.” Effie grinned before nudging Loretta. “Some trouble you should get into.” She smirked at her friend. Loretta rolled her eyes but felt warmth creep up her neck. “Oh, hush.” She hissed at her before looking back at the stage. But just as she did, his eyes landed on her.

His grip on the microphone loosened as he leaned in, tilting his head just slightly, as if he were considering her. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it. Maybe it was the thrill of being somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be, the way the music wrapped around her, the heady energy of La Nuit Rouge—but it felt like something inside of her had been plucked like a guitar string, left vibrating.

He licked his plump lips, drawing the mic close once more. His voice was velvet and fire, dipping into the final pleading notes of the song.

“I want you so, I just want to be your man…”

It was only a second—maybe less—but Loretta felt it like a slow drag of a matchstick against its box. A spark. A flicker of heat that curled in her stomach, making her fingers twitch against the bar. King’s lips parted slightly, as if he, too, felt the moment hit. Then, just as quickly, he was back in the music, closing his eyes as he let the final note of the song spill from his lips, rich and aching. The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, some of the women practically melting against their partners as they swayed to the last few notes. He flashed them a slow, knowing grin, letting the mic dangle from his fingertips before handing it off to the house band.

And just like that, the spell was broken. Loretta blinked, remembering how tot think all of a sudden.

Effie, who was watching her, eyebrows raised with amusement. “Oh, honey,” She teased. “You are in trouble. That man just sang to you.” She grinned, nudging Loretta.

“He most certainly did not,” Loretta instantly shot back, though her voice betrayed her nerves. “Don’t say such a thing, Effie.” She said, giving her best friend a small shove.

Effie smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “He did, Ruby Mae! And he looked at you while he did it. And look at you, you’re all flushed.” The woman gushed, bringing her hand up to Loretta’s face. Loretta swatted her hand away before she pressed a hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth there. She shook her head. “I’m always flushed. And it was just a performance.”

Effie snorted. “Mm-hmm. We’ll see about that.”

Before Loretta could argue, a sudden shift in the room caught their attention. King had stepped off the stage, his presence causing a ripple through the crowd as he made his way toward the bar. People patted him on the back, some women grabbed at his hands and anything else they could get their hands on, but he maneuvered through them with ease, flashing grins and winks as he went.

Loretta stiffened and Effie, of course, was delighted.

The moment he got close enough, Effie turned to the bar and rapped her knuckles on the counter. “Two drinks after all, bartender.” She said smugly as she smirked up at the good looking ginger man. “Our friend here owes my girl a word or two.” She said before nodding over to the man that walked up to them.

Pierre simply raised an eyebrow at her, unmoved. “I’m not a bartender.” He stated flatly as his eyes drifted to King as he walked up. Effie’s face fell as she looked at the man, dropping her shoulders. “Then why are you being the bar?” She questioned. “Cleaning cups?” She continued, but before the small situation could be solved, King was next to Loretta.

He came to a stop beside them, close enough that Loretta could smell the faint trace of his cologne beneath the sweat from his performance that he was wiping away with a rag. His presence was magnetic, and even though she told herself she wouldn’t look at him, she couldn’t help it. His smile was easy, teasing, but there was something behind it—an interest, a curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, gaze flickering over her face as if committing it to memory.

“Hi.” He smirked.

“Hi.” Loretta said softly.

“The names King.” He said smoothly as he reached for her hand and gently took it into his own. “But you, my doe eyed beauty, can call me Kelvin.” He said before bringing her hand to his lips and placing a soft against her skin. Loretta gulped at the feeling of his plump lips against her, but tried her best not to freak out. She gulped again when his eyes raised, looking up at her through his lashes. “Well, Kelvin, my names Loretta.” She said softly. “Loretta Mae Greer, but my friend here calls me Ruby Mae.” She nervously explained, softly pulling her hand way from his grip and getting over to Effie.

Claudette flashed the man a small smile, ignoring her best friend’s usual nervous nature. Kelvin let out a small laugh at Loretta before he gave a polite smile to woman behind her.

“Well, did you enjoy the show, Loretta Mae Greer?” he asked, his voice smooth as whiskey as he leaned against the counter in available space next to her, and his movements made the woman realize that the drunk man, Henry, was now gone.

She blocked at that before her eyes connect with the awaiting ones of Kelvin. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her purse. She should say something—anything—but her tongue felt stuck.

Effie nudged her, and that was all the push she needed.

She licked her lips before she straightened her spine, meeting his eyes head-on. “I suppose it was alright.” She said with a subtle nod, hoping she sounded more composed than she felt. Kelvin let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Just alright?”

“I’ve never seen anyone move around so much while singing.” She admitted, lifting her chin slightly. “Must take..a lot of energy.” She stated, inwardly cringing at how awkward she sounded. But he grinned, flashing white teeth. “You saying I worked too hard up there?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

Loretta shrugged, her eyes taking a break from his stare as they moved around the club that was still live as ever. “I’m saying I’ve seen less dramatic performances at the church revival.” She stated.

Effie let out a choked laugh, stopping up on the water Pierre had given her, but Kelvin only looked more amused. “Oh, is that right?”

Loretta nodded, feigning innocence. “Mm-hmm.”

Kelvin tapped his fingers against the counter, considering her as his eyes drifted over her figure and his tongue poked at his cheek. Then, to her absolute shock, he reached out, taking her hand in his. “Well, if I worked too hard up there.”He murmured, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down her spine, “Maybe you oughta give me a reason to take it slow.”

Loretta’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes widen slightly while Effie’s grin could not have been wider.

Pierre, completely unfazed, simply placed a glass of water in front of her. “Hydrate.” He said flatly and Kelvin threw his head back and laughed. “Come on, Aaron. Again?” He asked, but Aaron just gave him a look. “Quit preying in the customers. We have a business to run.” He said.

“I’m not preying.” Kelvin stated before his eye made their way back to Loretta, who was eyeing the talking men. “I’m promising this lovely lady a wonderful night.” He smirked. And that was all it took for Loretta’s face to quickly morph into one of disgust. She scoffed as she turns her lip up at him and snatched her hand from his grasp. “I am not some floozy, lady of the night, that you can just walk up to and seduce, Mister.” She hissed, before looking the man up and down. “Next time, have some self respect for you and me.” She spat before clutching her purse and shocks past him.

Kelvin blinked, momentarily stunned, as Loretta stormed past him. His smirk faltered, but only for a second before it curved into something even more intrigued. He let out a low whistle, watching her retreating form as she wove through the crowd, her posture rigid with irritation. “Damn,” He muttered under his breath, running a hand over his jaw.

Effie, meanwhile, was completely shocked, mouth agape as she looked at the man. “Oh my! I am so sorry about that.” She apologized as she stood up from her seat and stepping over to the man. “I have never seen her act that way before. She’s a real shy girl.” She reassured.

Pierre—the now calm, steady Aaron—simply grabbed another glass from behind the counter, shaking his head. “That’s what you get.” He said dryly. “I told you to quit preying on the customers.”

Kelvin let out an incredulous laugh, running a hand through his hair before placing both hands on his hips. “Preying? Come on now, Aaron, you act like I’m out here breakin’ hearts for sport.”

Aaron stopped what he was doing and gave him a flat look.

That caused Kelvin to sigh dramatically, throwing up his hands. “Alright, fine. But you gotta admit—she’s something else.” His gaze flickered toward the crowd Loretta had disappeared through. “I don’t think I’ve ever been turned down quite like that before.” He muttered. “Or ever this turned on.” He mucked to himself. His grin then widened, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Now,” He said, drumming his fingers against the bar, “that only makes me wanna try harder.”

Aaron exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Try harder to leave her alone.” He stated. But Kelvin ignored him, eyes still fixed on the crowd, looking for the rebound bow in the sea of black bodies dancing to the music. “She’s got fire.”He murmured, more to himself than anyone else. Then he glanced at Effie. “What do I gotta do to get back in her good graces?”

Effie, still gaping at her friend’s outburst, blinked before snapping back into reality. “Oh, I dunno. Maybe start by not treating her like every other woman who throws themselves at you?” She suggested sarcastically:

Kelvin scoffed, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I do have manners, you know.”

“Not the ones she’s looking for,” Aaron and Effie stated at the same time, causing the pair to eye one another.

Kelvin shot them a look before turning back to Effie. “Come on, help a brotha out here.”

Effie crossed her arms, tapping her foot as if in deep thought. “Hmm… well, Loretta does love a man who can admit when he’s wrong.” She said.

Kelvin raised a brow. “I wasn’t wrong.” He blinked.

Effie face slowly morphed into the same look Loretta gave him, which caused Kelvin sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fine. I was wrong, I can admit that. I don’t approach her like a gentleman should. I’ll apologize.” He stated, though none of the three knew if he was genuine or not. Effie just shook her head. “Lord, you’re gonna have to work real hard for this one.” She said before grabbing her cloth and finally walking off to find her friend.

Kelvin simply grinned, already planning his next move. “Good. I like a challenge.”

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Patron de la Scène | The Breaking Point

Pairing: Joseph de la Scène (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) x Black Fem Oc (Adama Ndiyae) Warnings: Mentions of slavery/enslavement, sexual situations, angst (I will add more if they come up). Reference: Chevalier (2023) AN: So, as a Black woman who loves Black Excellence (and also has a history degree), this movie was right up my alley and provided a perfect opportunity to tap into the historical fiction genre. Hope you enjoy! Summary: What is built on a rocky foundation is always doomed for destruction. WC: 1800

When they first arrived in France some time ago, she was not confident that they would rectify the bond broken at the hands of his father. She saw the fire in her eyes and the ice that cooled his. Two strong-willed and prideful forces that were under no obligation to submit to the other. Maybe she should have warned her son that another guest was to arrive; however, Fatou was his mother; she didn’t have to make him aware of anything, did she?

The dance between Adama and her son was uncoordinated, messy, and tension-filled. There was no adoration between lovers, only disdain between two comrades who became foes due to distance, pride, and mutual misunderstanding. 

Her heart lurched at every breakfast that was shared over silence loud enough to rupture an eardrum, at every curt response to a question that could be answered with grace, at every lip twitch and snarky response that one of her quick-witted children pulled from the back of their mind. And yet, the ache she felt watching them not get along like they did as children, soothed into a contentment that only a mother would understand. 

Soon, the woman whom she assumed he wouldn’t allow to touch him even with a ten-foot pole would comb her slender fingers through his hair without protest. Before he’d prepare for a wash, they’d sit on the couch, his head on her shoulder as she massaged his scalp while balancing a book in her non-dominant hand. 

At dinner, she’d catch Adama rolling her eyes at Joseph’s dramatics as he rambled about the new play he was co-writing with an amateur playwright from the Netherlands who lacked “basic competency,” and how he worked up an appetite, to which she would save the last bit of her meal for him when she thought eyes were directed elsewhere. 

And the way his voice would soften when he spoke to Adama, how his teasing was more gentle and careful rather than judgmental and condescending. And the arguments—the ones that left them glaring at one another like enemies at war—had subsided. They were less about proving how the other was right, but more about understanding and perspective. 

The tension between them did not fall upon blind eyes. It was not irritation nor rivalry. It was something different. She could see it when Adama lingered when she fixed his cuffs before he left for the day, her fingers just barely brushing his skin. How Joseph’s gaze remained on her when she read, caught in a thought that never escaped his brain or bypassed his lips. 

It was coming, this she knew. Fatou almost wanted to warn them—don’t slip into anything if you’re not ready to fight for it or sacrifice something to keep it—but her lips remained sealed. It wasn’t her place. And just as quickly as the dismissal of her diligence to warn them left, the regret settled like a bird in a nest. 

Fatou heard the laughter before she saw what occurred behind her son’s bedroom door. Adama stood hesitantly outside Joseph’s door—her hand stiffening, the sharp inhaled before she stepped forward. The door opened slowly, and the world shifted. 

A woman in Joseph’s bed. Familiar to Adama’s eyes, Fatou knew—light eyes with rosy cheeks, a slim figure, and skin many shades lighter than hers. The same girl she saw weeks ago. He never stopped seeing her. 

The warmth that had been building crackled like glass. 

She should have known. 

How would he, the great Joseph Fontaine, Patron de la Scène, author, playwright, maestro with the quill, submit himself to her—a slave girl? A figment of his past that he fought long and hard to destroy. Her body grew rigid as the porcelain busts around their—his home. She laughed at herself, bitter and loud enough for the man ahead of her to hear. 

Adama once told him that it didn't equate to her being foolish because she used to be bound by heavy chains and barred from classrooms or any place with books, pens, and paper. She proved herself incorrect. She was stupid. An idiot for thinking she could be anything more than another body to keep his warm when the porcelain doll was unavailable to play with. Incompetent to comprehend that the times he allowed her to braid his hair had nothing to do with intimacy but another act that proved his belief that she’d be nothing more than a servant. 

He hadn’t missed her. Men were liars, she’d come to realize. He missed another body next to his, and hers was just close enough to pull close when it was convenient—when the porcelain doll was unavailable. Only then was Adama suitable for his attention. 

The tears that threatened to spill disappeared as quickly as they formed along her ducts. Her heavy eyelids blinked one, two, three times. Shallow breaths grew deep and calculated as she tried to return to center. Her heartbeat was in her ears, and for the first time in a long time, she wished for it to stop beating altogether. 

A face once full of sorrow, betrayal, and dare one say, heartbreak, was engineered to one of steel, mask slipping into place—bolted and screwed shut so no one—not even the all-knowing Fatou, could see her unraveling. 

Adama’s throat bobbed as she rolled her shoulders back and crossed her hands at her pelvic bone. Amidst the scramble of sheets, stammered words, and pleading eyes, with a voice as cold as the winter’s bite, she said: “Your carriage awaits you, Monsieur.”

 The sound of her kitten heels kissing the floor was heard throughout the hallway as she retreated to her room on the far side of the house. Fatou, slowly and deliberately, turned to face her son who had stumbled out of his bedroom, shirt hanging off his body, pants loose, and dressing robe half-on. She shook her head in disappointment. For the first time, she had seen his father standing before her.

Sternly, in her native tongue, which he came to understand during their time together, she said: “You have proven yourself to me as your father’s son today. I raised you to be better than this. Fix it. Now.” And for the first time, Joseph Fontaine was left to deal with the consequences of his overindulgence.

-

Adama Ndiyae did not cry. The last time she cried was when her premature body fell from her mother's womb and into the hands of her grandmother in a dirty barn on the far side of a plantation. She did not cry. Her chest puffed like a prideful bird, her jaw locked like a door, and her eyes watered like a desert waiting for rain. Even when she watched her mother collapse and bleed out in the field, when her father was shot by a stray bullet meant for another, she did not cry. Yet, one by one, at the hands of a man whom she'd only begun to know, tears fell down her face like molasses down an oak tree—slow and steady. 

Adama Ndiye did not cry. But Indy did. Wept like a young babe yearning for its mother. Sobbed aggressively until her chest caved in and bile threatened to rise from her throat. Her body, once strong in stature and immovable, hit the floor with a thud. Fabric-covered knees scraped the wooden floor as she dragged her body to a nearby corner, loose tears marking her path. 

She should have rejected Fatou's advances. She'd be bound, yes, but at least her body would have been enslaved rather than her heart by a man who'd proven to be nothing like the boy she remembered. Maybe that was her fault, she thought. Too busy harping on the past to see what was in front of her. A selfish man with God-awful morals and the impulses of a wretched sinner, shielded and protected by rose-colored lenses that were stapled over her eyes. Now, they bled. 

She found comfort in the corner, knees tucked beneath her chin as her head rested against the wall. Everything around her seemed to drain in color. The light that’d been painted on her life dripped off the canvas, each drop taunting and debilitating. 

She hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep in her child pose until shuffling around the room scratched her eardrums and jolted her awake. Her head was a snare drum, a nagging boom, boom, boom, pulsed through her sinuses. Heavy eyelids guarded sore eyes that struggled to adjust to the lighting from lack of use. Adama groaned softly, brushing her hand across her face to wipe away crusted tears. 

“Drink this,” she heard. A shuddered breath shook her body. Adama planted trembling hands on the floor below her. Pride superseded her sense, and she turned her head like a petulant child at the gentle command, a soft grunt tumbling from her lips. 

Silence. 

She didn’t want to face him. She wasn’t amused with the wallpaper that peeled in the corner, the resin bars stacked upon a cluttered desk, or the imported fabrics that were to be made to dress her figure, but it would have to do. 

“Adama…”

Because when she did, disgust settled over them like dust on old furniture in an abandoned room. Slow, but ever present. Her chest expanded like a peacock prepared to show all its feathers, and she lifted her head, though it felt like a cinderblock on her shoulders. Finally, in a voice rough and gravely from vocal turmoil: "You played me. You slept with her- a woman who could end your life at the snap of a finger. Like a fool. You are more like your father than I would have I imagined, Joseph Fontaine." 

His gaze was heavy. Burdensome. But not her burden to carry. It wasn't she who lured an innocent cub into a cave to be devoured; it was him. The deep frown and downturned eyes, mumbled apologies, and acts of guilt disguised as those of endearment would not erase the pain etched into the crevices of her heart. 

He called for her again. She stilled for a moment. Unsure of what to do or what to say. Her insides twisted with each passing second, confusion lingering around her like the aroma of a bitter fragrance. What had become of this situation dawned on her as a mystery. It would have to be left unsolved for now. 

Her neck craned to the left, catching his pity with a frown. Her brown eyes were flames of fire, prepared to burn him if he even so breathed the wrong way in her presence. The loving child, the nurturing woman he had known her as, was replaced by a piercing gaze that turned his insides to stone.

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NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters):

Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Genie Adesanya (Jayme Lawson) x Ellington “EJ” Dupree (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)

Chapters:

Neon Lights Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: The Aspen Aftermath

Warnings: 18+ (!!!!! -- minors dni), mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, parental abandonment mention, mentions of therapy -- if we missed anything, let us know!

Word Count: 7.5k

Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes: 

The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

Strangely, the flight to Los Angeles somehow felt less lonely than the one she took to Aspen. This time she didn’t have Isaiah. She was by herself but her heart was full. Her vibrant smile, radiating with happiness, caught the attention of the stewardess and pilot as they asked about her glow. All she could say was: “I just got some good news.”

A small chuckle escaped her lips as she settled into her seat. Gazing out the window, Imani’s mind was filled with thoughts of her recent trip to Aspen. It had been a messy yet clarifying experience, especially with Jameson unexpectedly returning to her life.

It upended not only Jameson and Imani’s lives but also Isaiah and Camille’s. Isaiah wasted no time taking his grievances to Instagram. He posted vague messages on his Instagram story that sparked speculation from the tabloids. His words didn’t affect her much. 

She shared a little jab of her own at the basketball player on Instagram, then she went about her day. She was unaware of Genie and Jameson’s posts and EJ’s DM to Isaiah until later, but even then, she didn’t care. Her friends were only having her back in the situation.

Camille, on the other hand, was radio silent. The group hadn’t heard a single word from her since she left Aspen. It was probably for the best. Imani learned about Camille’s betrayal to Jameson days ago and she already reserved more than triple the rage for Camille than she felt for Sloane. It was an on-sight policy if she ever ran into either one of them. 

A soft ping broke through the silence of the airplane, jolting Imani out of her thoughts. With a quick glance down at her lap, she saw a text message from Jameson waiting for her.

[forever mine ❤️]: miss u already. let me know when you land.

A wide, genuine grin spread across her face as she reminisced about their earlier conversation.

“Come back to New York with me, baby. I want more time with you,” Jameson pleaded, his intense gaze fixed on her. His large hands rested gently and possessively on her hips as she stood between her legs, her own hands resting on his broad shoulders.

She couldn’t help but tease him in return. “Damn, you feenin’ for me bad, ain’t you?” Her playful tone masked her true desire. She wanted nothing more than to fly off to New York with him, to spend every moment in his arms to recoup all of the time they lost.

He pulled her even closer to his body and she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against the top of his head. “Mhm. Just like you feenin’ for me,” he murmured against her skin. “So stop playing and come with me.”

Imani shook her head slightly, torn between wanting to be with him and the realities of their busy lives. She remembered telling him they should never spend a night apart again, but she had responsibilities. “I can’t, Jay. I have some important meetings with the label.”

“You could do a video conference.” Jameson placed small kisses against her neck, making his offer appetizing. Yet, she shook her head and pulled away slightly. 

“I can’t, baby. Besides, I think we need to spend a week apart so we can miss each other.” She sighed, knowing they needed this brief separation to evaluate everything that had happened.

“Well, I miss you already,” Jameson admitted, his voice laced with sincerity.

“I miss you too,” she replied softly.

The wheels of the plane touched down on the runway long ago. Her bags were swiftly loaded into the sleek black SUV, and she was settled comfortably in the plush leather backseat as the blurred lights of Los Angeles passed by. She was just about to send a text to Jameson, letting him know she had arrived safely when a phone call from her aunt Toni interrupted her.

Imani hesitated, knowing the conversation was inevitable. Toni’s friendship with Anaïs and the messy tabloids surrounding the trip, she was bound to know at least a little about what transpired. Imani’s finger hovered over the “ignore” button, but ultimately, she pressed “answer.”

“Hello,” she said cautiously.

“I heard you had quite the time in Aspen.” Toni said, forgoing any greeting. Imani should have known that Toni would be business first. She worked in PR – she knew what a good look was and the shit with Isaiah online was anything but that.

“I-um, it was fun,” Imani replied hesitantly. Only Toni had the power to leave her at a loss for words like this. She didn’t know how to absolve herself of guilt over what had happened between her and Jameson. “Jameson and I are working through our differences and getting back together.”

At that moment, Imani forgot that they were supposed to keep their relationship a secret. But who was she kidding? Toni seemed to have a sixth sense about these things — she probably already knew everything.

“I thought you were done with him last year. Didn’t you say he wasn’t the right man for you?”

“I did…but I can’t live without him, Auntie." Imani admitted with a heavy sigh. “He’s the love of my life, my soulmate.”

“Imani, what are you doing?” Toni’s voice held a hint of concern and exasperation.

“What do you mean?”

“First you break things off with Jameson then you jump into three different relationships in the span of six months, and now you’re back with him? What’s going to be different this time?”

Imani fell into silence as she struggled to find an answer to Toni’s question. What was going to be different? She had thought that love would be enough to get them through anything, but clearly, that wasn’t the case.

Toni sighed, breaking the silence. “Listen, I like Jameson. You know I do. His mother is my best friend. But even I knew to keep him away from you when you two were growing up.” 

“What the fuc–”

The silence on the other end of the phone was blistering. Toni didn’t take bullshit or disrespect. From anyone. “I mean…I’m sorry, Auntie. But excuse me?” It wasn’t a secret that Toni and Anais were good friends. Everybody knew that. But Imani didn’t realize that it wasn’t just coincidence she and Jameson didn’t meet until a few years ago.

“Thank you for getting yourself together.” Toni responded crisply. “Jamie – for all his positive traits – is almost exactly like his father. And you, my baby, are exactly like me. Hard exterior, all soft heart inside.”

Imani was silent — something that happened so rarely, it was astonishing. She didn't know his father but Imani knew herself. She was all heart for Jameson and always would be. 

“You two need to make sure this is really what you want, or else you’ll just end up right back where you were before.”

As much as Imani hated to admit it, her aunt was right. They needed to approach their relationship with a new mindset if they wanted it to work this time around. “You’re…you’re right,” she said slowly, finally finding the words to speak. “I’ll talk to him about it,” she promised.

“Good. We need to have lunch soon. I have some opportunities for you that you might be interested in.” Toni said confidently.

“Okay, we’ll talk,” Imani agreed, grateful for her auntie’s support and guidance. After saying their goodbyes, Imani ended the call and opened her text thread with Jameson, typing quickly about her flight home. But before she could send the message, he beat her by sending one.  

[forever mine ❤️]: i made it back to ny baby. wishin you were here with me.

The city's noise was background -- filtered through the glass doors of the quiet french bistro she'd decided to have lunch at. The faint hum of music played overhead but she couldn't place the song. Camille adjusted the silk scarf around her neck, a small attempt to present herself as composed, even though her heart still felt tender from the events in Aspen. 

Breaking up with Jameson had been difficult. She cried the entire flight home, isolated herself in her penthouse, and watched with horror as Isaiah put on a stunningly obvious show. Despite her anger and hurt, she had refrained from lashing out at Jameson -- probably because she knew he wouldn't hesitate to tell the whole story. After watching Isaiah's crash out, she wasn't interested in being the next one. She hadn't even unfollowed anybody. Camille simply logged out of Instagram and focused on herself. 

It was over. Why prolong the pain? 

Her personal development was important and after the mess of a woman she had become to wrap Jameson around her finger, Camille was more interested in sorting herself out than getting revenge. 

Reaching out to Kendrick and thanking him for driving her to the airport had been just good manners. After her behavior during his daughter’s engagement vacation, she felt it was important to show him a good side to who she was. He’d been gracious with his acceptance – had even been kind enough to accept her offer to buy him lunch. It was a surprise but Camille was determined to show him she wasn’t some deranged crazy woman who had lied to the man he considered to be his son. She was a normal girl who had lost her way a little bit.

When Kendrick arrived, his tall frame and calm demeanor instantly brought a sense of ease to the space. He greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes seemingly assessing – wanting to see if she was something his daughter should hate.

"Camille," he said, pulling out the chair across from her, "Thank you for inviting me. You didn’t have to though. I was doing what anyone else would have done.”

She shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "This isn’t about Aspen, not really. I just wanted to thank you. I’ve been…reflecting on things. You getting me out of there was the start of me wanting to change things in my life. You were being kind when I was falling apart...it meant a lot." 

Kendrick studied her for a moment before nodding. "I figured you might’ve needed a kind face. And, truthfully, I couldn’t let you leave like that without knowing you were okay." 

The waiter interrupted briefly, taking their orders, and as the conversation resumed, the initial formality began to melt away. They talked about the trip, about New York, and Camille’s plans to refocus on herself – of which he completely approved.

"I saw the posts," Camille admitted, swirling her glass of water absentmindedly. "Imani and Isaiah... It’s a mess.”

“Yes. It is.” Kendrick agreed with a nod of his head. His gaze came to her and softened. “But Jameson told me…everything. How you two ended. It's understandable. He feels guilty.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to say that he should but she knew it was bitterness. She hadn't been honest with him but she didn't deserve for those two to carry on under the same roof as her. She scanned that whole weekend wondering if it happened more than once. Did they fuck and then laugh about her not knowing? Was she their foreplay? “It's…it doesn't matter. I realized I don’t want to be part of that strange, toxic thing they've got going on. I’ve been bitter, jealous, and honestly...It's exhausting. I need to move forward." 

Kendrick tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful. "That’s a mature way to look at it. Not everyone can step back and admit when it’s time to let go." 

Camille smiled faintly. "I didn’t want to end up stuck in a loop of what-ifs. Jameson and I were doomed from the night we met." She hesitated, her gaze flickering to Kendrick. "But I think I’m ready to start fresh." 

The spark between them became undeniable as the conversation deepened. Kendrick shared stories of his past, his voice steady and soothing, while Camille found herself laughing and leaning in closer. It wasn’t until the waiter brought the check that they realized how much time had passed. 

As they stepped out into the crisp New York air, Camille turned to him, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I know this might seem…insane. But I feel like there’s something here? I don’t know what it is yet, but I’d like to find out." 

Kendrick hesitated, his hands slipping into his coat pockets as he searched for the right words. "Camille, you’re...a wonderful girl. But this is everything you aren’t looking for. It’s messy. It’s complicated. Jameson is—" 

"Jameson and I are over," she interrupted gently. "And I’m not looking for anything messy. I just... I feel something, and I don’t want to ignore it." 

She could see him waver, the loyalty to his family overcoming the brief spark of something between them. 

“I’m very flattered, Camille. But I think it’d be best for us to leave things at…mutual appreciation.”

Disappointment set into her frame, slumping her shoulders. One afternoon with Kendrick had been more exciting than six months with Jameson. She couldn't help but think about what would have happened if she had met him first. “I…I understand. Thank you again. I'll never forget your kindness.”

He opened his mouth to say more but Camille turned on her heel and strode away, embarrassment tinting her skin.

Jameson cradled his phone between his shoulder and ear as he leaned against the kitchen counter, flipping through the images on his iPad. The suggestions for Midnight & Dawn’s next video shoots were missing something. His original plan had been to make Caught Up a single. Camille was meant to star but after his relationship with her had imploded, he wanted to move forward with something else. That meant his team had a week and a half to pick a new single, and storyboard a video. It wasn’t fully working. He couldn’t figure out what it was driving him crazy. “I’m not saying it’s shit. I’m just – it’s missing something.” He mumbled into the phone. His PR agent, manager, and creative director were on a conference call, doing their best to help him pull things together. 

The week he had taken off to celebrate Genie and EJ hadn’t caused any plans to hit a snag but he was feeling overwhelmed by the level of decision-making he had to involve himself in. He had only been back in time a few days and everything was radically different. No Camille, new second single, new plans, EJ and Genie were engaged. And most importantly, he had Imani back. He was a different man than the one who had arrived in Aspen with his life ‘together’. 

“We can always regroup, Jay.” He heard his creative director say with patience but he knew she had to be frustrated. They’d spent a month beforehand planning all this shit out. 

“I know, I know. I’m just…I’m sorry. We’ll table everything but single two for now.” His focus was shot. All he thought about was Imani. He cycled between being frustrated she wasn’t with him and trying to keep his head above water. It was a blessing to be overwhelmed this way. The album had hit platinum quickly and people wanted more far sooner than he thought they would. 

“I’m thinking we drop the next single soon. Give people something more to talk about. Build it with a few performances and then when the video is done, we drop it.” his PR agent said. It was a solid outline. 

Jameson nodded before verbally agreeing. “Turnaround is going to be tight but I think we’ve got it.”

The conversation continued, his mind racing with plans to keep the momentum going. The double album was his most ambitious project yet, and every detail mattered. He barely heard the sound of the doorbell over his thoughts, distractedly he made his way to the front door. When he opened it, he froze.

Imani stood on the stoop, the cold night air curling around her in soft wisps. She wore a long coat, her hands tucked into the pockets, and her eyes held a mixture of hesitation and determination.

“You just gone stand there?” she said, her voice gentle but teasing. “It’s cold out here, boy.”

Jameson’s heart slammed against his ribs. “I gotta go.” He mumbled to his team, ignoring their continued chattering. He lowered the phone from his ear and hung up, completely forgetting everything that had annoyed him. “You’re here.”

He gave her a stunned grin before stepping aside, wordlessly inviting her in. She stepped inside his home for the first time ever as Jameson snagged her suitcase and heaved it inside. There was a beat of silence between them. He could smell her perfume and it settled in his bones that she was with him. It seemed to snap him out of his daze.

“I like your house, baby.”

Jameson’s gaze swept her body – from head to toe – as she walked around his living room. He committed her to memory as if she’d disappear. He had done his best not to envision her there. It was essential to give his relationship with Camille a chance. But Cami was gone. He wasn’t ignoring his heart anymore. And his heart felt glad to see her in his space. He dropped her suitcase and cast it aside.

“Thank you.” He spoke softly, a grin on his lips. “How'd you know where I lived?”

“Genie” she answered with ease. “She even offered me your key.”

Jameson laughed softly. “Well, thank God for Genie. I thought we needed to miss each other?”

Imani peered over her shoulder at him, shrugging as she kept walking. Through his living room and into the kitchen. “...I did miss you.”

He grinned, reaching for her, and was delighted she didn’t make him chase her. “I missed you more.”

Jameson lay sprawled on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily. Imani lay on top of him, her fingertips lazily tracing the contours of his skin. He kissed her neck softly, unable to let her go. His lips pressed to her skin constantly, soaking up every sigh or moan she gave him.

Her touch was light, deliberate, and distracting. He let out a quiet hum of contentment, his hand slipping beneath the sheet to glide along the curve of her hip.

“You’re quiet,” he teased, his voice low and rough. “I stressed you out?”

Imani smiled against his chest, her lips brushing his skin. “I’m just enjoying the view,” she murmured, her tone playful.

“What a coincidence. Me too,” he said with a grin, earning a soft pinch to his side.

She laughed, the sound warm and intimate, before falling silent again. A few moments passed before she broke the stillness.

“I told my auntie about us,” she said softly, her voice hinting at trepidation.

Jameson’s chest shook beneath her cheek as he let out a quiet laugh. “Already? I thought I was the one that couldn’t keep a secret.” Toni had come into his mother’s life when he was a kid. His father had left and Toni became their support. At least until Anais began dating Kendrick. But as far back as he could remember, Toni was around. And she didn’t hesitate to fuss at him.

“Shut up.” Imani muttered, lifting her head to look at him. “She called me when I got back to Los Angeles. The shit with Isaiah was…A lot.” Imani admitted, “And I couldn’t lie.”

Jameson raised an eyebrow, his fingers idly tracing the small of her back. “I can only guess what Toni had to say. Something about it not being a good idea? ‘You can’t trust him, Mani baby’ or something close?” It didn’t matter that she was his mom’s best friend, she disapproved heavily of Jameson and Imani getting together. She hadn’t been shy about it at all.

Imani’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Not exactly. She said we’d better be serious this time. No games, no drama.”

“Well, she and I agree for once,” he murmured, his tone thoughtful but tinged with humor. “I’m not letting you go again. I’m not living without you anymore. I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime.”

Her expression softened, and she shifted to lay on the bed, her body pressing to his side as she rose on her elbow, her hair spilling over her shoulder as she looked down at him. “That’s why I was thinking... maybe –” She struggled to say the words and Jameson’s eyes were wide with surprise. She didn’t hesitate and she didn’t stutter. “Maybe…we…we should try couples therapy.”

If he wasn’t laying down, Jameson would have fallen over. His hand stilled against her back, his gaze locking onto hers. “That’s not a bad idea, baby.” he said, his voice steady and sincere. “Therapy has helped me work through a lot. And if it can help with us too...” He reached up, brushing a stray curl from her face. “I’m in. I want it, Mani. All of it. I want you. I want us.”

A slow smile spread across her lips, and she leaned down, her breath warm against his skin. “I want us too,” she whispered, her voice laced with quiet intensity. “More than anything.”

Her lips found his, soft and searching, and he responded in kind, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of her neck. The kiss deepened, and for a moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist. When they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

“Think Toni will be proud of us for therapy?” Jameson asked, his voice teasing as his fingers danced along her arm.

Imani laughed softly, “Knowing her, she’d never say it. But even if she isn’t, it’s not about her. It’s about us.”

“Just us.” Jameson agreed, pulling her body over his again. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

Kendrick stretched out on his couch, one arm draped over the back, phone in hand. He stared at Anaïs’ name on the screen, his thumb hovering over the call button. He should’ve told her about Camille days ago, but every time he thought about it, something held him back.

Maybe it was how easy things felt between them lately, how after all these years, their friendship still stood solid despite everything they’d been through. Maybe it was the part of him that still wanted her to see him the way she used to. Whatever it was, he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. If Anais asked if he was tempted — what could he say but the truth? He was. Kendrick exhaled, shaking off the thought, and hit the button. He had to tell her. Nobody gave him better advice than she did. He had to know how to broach the topic with Jameson.

The phone barely rang before she answered. “Ken.” Just his name, warm and familiar. A small smile tugged at his lips despite the weight in his chest.

“Hey,” he said, relaxing into the sound of her voice. “You busy?”

“Un-uh,” she said, and he could hear the rustling of fabric, like she was settling into bed. “I was actually thinking about you.”

That shouldn’t have made his heart kick the way it did.

“Oh yeah?” he murmured. “What about me?”

She sighed softly. “I needed somebody to talk to.” “You can talk to me about anything.” “I know. I..I heard from my mother today.”

Kendrick’s easy grin faded. He sat up, gripping the phone a little tighter. “What?” Anais and her mother didn’t get along. He didn’t know details but the two women had a fairly complicated relationship. He had only met her once…and it had been a disaster of a dinner. Ana had been in tears by the time it was over and her mother was uninvited from their wedding. It had been horrifying. He doubted the two would ever talk again.

“It was an email. She didn’t call.” Her voice was calm, like this was any other conversation, but Kendrick felt the shift and he didn’t like it.

“What’d she want?” Kendrick asked, sharper than he intended.

Anaïs sighed. “JG would like to talk to me.”

His heart dropped into his stomach. JG. Julian Gautreau. Jameson’s father. He was a ghost haunting them during their relationship and now he was haunting their friendship. Kendrick watched with envy as the two made a life together. He hated Julian — envy made things complicated. As Anais’ star rose, Julian withdrew more and more. He became a mystery to any and everyone around Ana. He was Mr. Anais Lucas…and he couldn’t take it. Eventually, he abandoned her and their son. Even though he was gone, the effects him lingered. Anais found it hard to trust. Jameson suffered the most. How dare he come back twenty years later?

“JG is a fucking—,” Kendrick muttered. “Ken, please.”

He could tell that she was getting upset so Kendrick stopped but he could feel the anger almost suffocating him.

“He asked about Jamie. Said he saw him on tv and could hardly believe that was his son,” she said carefully. “Wanted to know how he was doing. He—he told me he regrets everything.”

Kendrick scoffed. “Twenty years too fucking late.”

“I know,” she murmured.

But there was something in her tone—something soft. And it made something ugly twist inside Kendrick. For years, he had been the one beside her, the one who stayed. He helped pick up the pieces, he raised Jameson, he made sure she never felt alone. He knew her pain better than anyone. And now, what? One conversation and suddenly this man had a place in her thoughts?

“He doesn’t deserve your time, Anaïs,” Kendrick said, his voice low.

“I never said he did,” she replied gently. “But Jameson is his son.”

Silence stretched between them. Normally, it would have been comfortable. Tonight, it wasn’t. Kendrick’s fingers tightened around his phone. Jameson was his son? Then what was he supposed to be to him? He had called to tell her about Camille. He had called because Anaïs mattered too much to keep things from her. But now, jealousy had a stranglehold on his thoughts.

“I gotta go,” he muttered.

“Ken—”

He hung up before she could say anything else. The action shocking him. His jaw clenched as he stared at his phone. He didn’t like this feeling. Didn’t like the way it made him feel like he had something to prove. Without thinking, he scrolled through his contacts. Camille’s name stared back at him.

He had rejected her for his son. For Anais. She sparked something in him — something that hadn’t been touched since Anais left him — and he had walked away from it. It seemed to be for nothing.

Kendrick hit call.

She picked up instantly, her voice timid and hesitant. “I…I didn’t think I’d hear from you again. Hi.”

Kendrick leaned back, sighing. His chest still felt tight. “That date you wanted? I’m free.”

She was quiet, surprise evident. “I…I thought you said —” “I did. And I was right. But…you were right too. There’s something there. And I don’t think we should look away from it.”

Five minutes later, they had made a date. But it didn’t make him feel better.

The air in New York felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the playful energy she felt when she first arrived. Now, there was only silence — a heavy, all-consuming silence that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. His house was colder than the city air in January. If she knew that therapy would end with them not talking, she wouldn’t have suggested it.

Imani sat stiffly on the couch, her discomfort palpable as she avoided making eye contact with Jameson. He sat just a few feet away on a barstool, but it might as well have been football fields between them. The tension in the room was thick and suffocating, mirroring the atmosphere of their relationship.

“So this it? It’s just gonna be silent for the rest of the time you’re here?” Jameson’s words cut through the air like a knife. His deep baritone voice, normally soothing to Imani, now sounded like a chair dragged across a wooden floor.

“The fuck else do we have to talk about? You said it all in therapy.” Imani shot back, her tone dripping with bitterness and resentment.

“Why’d you suggest therapy if you wasn’t with it?” Jameson turned to face her full, their eyes locking in a tense stare-down.

“I didn’t know it would turn into the ‘fuck Imani’ fest.”“You know that’s not what it was.”

“Yes it was! You were so comfortable telling a stranger everything I did wrong.” She scoffed. “Then the bitch had the nerve to say she don’t think we should be together. And then you gon’ say let’s hear her out.”

“I told her my dirt too! That’s what therapy is! You talk, you tell the truth. You figure out a way to live the best possible way you can.” Jameson retorted, “You didn’t even want to talk about shit. You just wanted to pretend.”

“Nah, that’s not it.” She shook her head. Her leg now bouncing like it had a mind of its own. “That’s not it. I would rather play pretend to a bitch than have her thinkin’ she can tell me what to do with my life like she did you. She don’t fuckin’ know me. She don’t know us!”

Jameson froze, the jab of him doing what his therapist told him to do sinking in. “Do you hear yourself?” he asked, incredulous as he leaned forward on the bar stool. 

She glared at him with disbelief. “Yeah, what the fuck is wrong with what I’m sayin’? That bitch don’t know us. She only knows what you tell her.”

“That’s why you tell her the truth! What did I lie about, Imani?”

“I never said you lied,” Imani snapped back. “I said she don’t know us. She don’t know all the good shit we have goin’ on. That’s why she was so quick to say we don’t need to be together.”

“That’s not what she said. She suggested that we evaluate if we should be together. That’s her job. We’ve both said we aren’t good for each other, Mani. Just because she said that shit doesn’t mean we’re going to break up!”

“Okay, you ain’t supposed to be agreeing with her though! You was too quick to say let’s hear her out.”

“We should! I’m not saying she’s right about everything but at least let her finish talking before you get defensive. And she had a point about the way we use sex against each other, Mani, you have to admit that”

Imani scoffed, “she probably not even gettin’ good dick. That’s why she said that.”

Jameson rolled his eyes, brushing his hand over his face in frustration. “You’re acting like she had something against you. You mean as fuck right now.”

“And you being too nice about a bitch you don’t even know!”

“Should I do like you? Lash out because somebody made a valid point about our broken ass relationship?”

“Oh fuck you, Jameson,” Imani spat back at him. “At least one of us is sticking up for us.”

Jameson laughed sardonically, shaking his head. “Well, it’s about time you decided we’re worth fighting for.”

Imani’s eyes narrowed as she retorted, “nigga, fuck you!” 

“Mhm. Yeah. Since it upset you so much, we don’t have to go back. Happy?”

Her glare intensified as she murmured, “Fine with me,” Imani crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “You probably fucked her anyways.”

He stared at her for a long moment, silent before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A minute passed before he spoke again – his voice tense. “I love you but you pissing me off. I’ma take a walk. I’ll be back with dinner. You want something?” He was clearly forcing himself to be calm.

“Nope. I’m fine.” She answered quickly with a sharp tone. Right now, Imani didn’t want anything from him. Jameson being out of her sight sounded more appealing than anything else. 

With a roll of his eyes, Jameson rose from the bar stool and headed out the front door. It clicked closed softly behind him – not the slam she expected.

Paris had been good for her — time to think, to breathe, to put distance between herself and everything that had kept her stagnant. She’d worked on herself, on her art, on her emotional baggage. She’d tried to forget about Jameson, or at least push the ache of him to the back of her mind, but it hadn’t been easy. Especially when she heard about his reunion with Imani. Part of her knew that exposing Camille had done that but Sloane didn’t particularly care. Her former friend had really thought she could double cross her. Even if it meant putting Jamie and that girl back together — she wasn’t going to let Camille beat her.

Sloane had always been good at pretending — good at being the supportive friend, the person who kept her feelings in check, who never let her emotions get in the way of getting things from others. But now, as she passed through the sliding glass doors and out into the crisp, early evening air of Los Angeles, the facade cracked just a little. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, the familiar sound almost jarring in the quiet of the night. She pulled it out, her heart skipping when she saw the name flashing on the screen. It was a text from Christian.

"Long time no talk. I hope you’re okay, Lo."

Sloane hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen as she thought about her answer. Paris had been a beautiful distraction, but she was still the same person, still struggling with the same feelings she had when she left. Christian had put his feelings away. He didn’t mention Imani to her, he didn’t hang around her. He knew when to let go. Sloane wish she had that instinct. Her fingers typed quickly, a simple response: "It was good. Needed some time away."

She hit send and stuffed the phone back in her pocket, stepping into a car waiting at the curb as she left the building. As the car pulled away, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping up her spine. She was home, yes, but nothing felt the same. It felt like she was walking into someone else’s life.

The car sped through the city, lights flickering by in a blur. She could already see the places she’d been—places that now held memories of a life that felt too far away. She wasn’t the same person who had left months ago. She had changed, but Los Angeles hadn’t. And maybe that was the problem.

Her apartment building loomed ahead, the comforting sight of it suddenly feeling a little less familiar. The doors opened, and she stepped inside, taking a breath before making her way to the elevator. When the doors closed, it felt like she was closing off a chapter. But what came next? That was the question she still couldn’t answer.

Sloane’s phone buzzed again. Another text from Christian. "Dinner tonight? Let’s catch up."

She smiled, her heart lifting just a little. It was a sweet offer but she had far too much to do."Busy tonight. Tomorrow?" As the elevator doors opened, Sloane stepped out into the hallway. Her apartment, still the same, greeted her with a silence that felt heavy, a silence that only seemed to echo her uncertainty. But she was here. She was back. She could still hear herself screaming, watching Jameson walk away from her. A shudder ran through her body as she shook the memory away.

She was going to fix it. Everything would be fine. And he’d never walk away from her again.

[becauseimswagman1]

About becauseimswagman1

Lex, 23, black, bi, she/her. MDNI! I write 18+ unless I say it's not.

I'm into kpop. I'm a big TV/movie watcher. I watch just about any and everything. I'm into Marvel, DC, Teen Wolf, Degrassi, etc.

I'm into WWE too! Aew as well (not as much but I'm tryna fix that).

I'll write for just about anyone, all you gotta do is ask. And I'll write just about anything. NO non-con at all.

I'm always taking requests! And don't be afraid to give me details about what you want! If there's a specific character you want and I haven't seen what they're in, let me know and I'll check it out and see if it's for me.

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Becauseimswagman1's Masterlist

(18+) Ruined (Erik Stevens)

(18+) What Are We? (Michael Cimino) Pt.1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5

(Fluff) Love Is All You Need (Yunho from Ateez)

(Fluff) The Beginning of Something Beautiful (Shuriri)

(18+) Wanna Be On Top? (San and Mingi (ateez) x reader)

(18+) Study Session (Mark from Nct)

(18+) Toxic Love (Trevante Rhodes)

(Fluff) Lightskin Jaehyun (Jaehyun from Nct)

(18+) She's The Boss (or so she thought) (Q from The Boyz)

(18+) Jealous, Much? (Trick Williams)

(18+) Temporary (Roman Reigns)

(18+) College Life (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) Pt.1 Pt.2

(18+) Yeyeyeye... (Tama Tonga) Pt.1 Pt.2

(18+) Lightskin Brothaaa (Kelvin Harrison Jr. And Aaron Pierre) Pt.2 Pt.3 Blurbs

(18+) Taste (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)

(18+) Illusion vs Reality: When Did the Lines Blur? Pt.2

(18+) Tama Tonga x Reader

[talkingabouteuphoria]

Euphoria S2 Ep 1 Thoughts (spoilers)

-hbo really said oh y’all want nudity??

-so many boobies but also some pen*ses??? and a v*g in the first couple mins?? is this allowed?

-okay this show really could be more diverse. i was happy to see kelvin harrison jr. got cast but then he had to leave due to scheduling. i think it could use just a lil more flavor. mckay (hot) is painted as such a villain and likely won’t get much screen time.

-does sydney sweeney /really/ need to get naked every episode? she’s so pretty and i’m sure she’s fine with it bc she has a rockin bod but like. she’s also such a talented actor and the character is so much deeper than showing her boobs close up every ep.

-big fan of elliott looking forward to more

-kat had 2 lines and one of them was about how she isn’t even relevant to the plot 💀

-director/writers said gia who??? they really give us a lot of her but like none at the same time

-i fucking hate nate. i know we are supposed to. if they explore his sexuality he’s going to be the only /gay/ one. what great representation

-speaking of nate. i see a lot of nate/cassie hate about them hooking up and it’s very one sided. they both were drunk and they both made their own choices. cassie is fake for sleeping with her besties ex. nate is the worst but we already know this.

-in this house we stan and protect fez and ashtray

-jules and rue… i’m already tired? idk

-bringing back this kodak film is so fucking beautiful and smart. the cinematography? oh they got MONEY. with zendaya, drake, and future on as exec producers? they got MONEY

-overall happy with the first ep even though it was chaotic. the first 20-30 mins were STRESSFUL but we made it through. i am only slightly ashamed to admit that i kinda really wanted to be cassie in the truck scene. and maddy is a look queen.

-not sure if fez is going to break lexi or if lexi is going to fix fez lol. if they kill fez off it won’t be until the last ep for shock value. nate and cal are gonna be up to something tho

-i hope to see each character be themselves and not a forced caricature. i hope maddy gets to show some more layers and cassie isn’t played as sad and hopeless. i hope rue and jules figure it out, blah blah blah. if there’s going to be more nudity, i hope it isn’t as forced (literally and figuratively) bc that’s when i get uncomfortable

*if you made it this far please sound off in the comments. i want to talk about this!!! xxoo

[filmbuddy]

Thoughts on Monster (2018)

**spoilers for the film Monster follows**

It’s impossible to talk about this movie without discussing the ending.

At the forefront of the film is a courtroom drama. Steve Harmon, a 17 year old black teenager played by Kelvin Harrison Jr., is on trial as an adult in the city of New York for being an accessory to murder. He is accused of being the lookout while two others rob a bodega, and inadvertently kill the shop owner with his own gun.

The focus of the movie is not actually on the plot though. It’s real lens is fixed on the nature of truth. It argues that firm, tangible truth is a subjective experience. The film assists you with this point in the form of a lecture on Akira Kurosawa’s Rashomon, given by Steve’s film club teacher, played by the always reliable Tim Blake Nelson in a rare non-character role. Rashomon is told from the multiple perspectives of its characters about the same events (much like this film in the form of witness testimony), however depending on who is telling the story the details change. The argument is that truth lies in the mind of the beholder. Even though the versions of the characters’ stories conflict with each other, it doesn’t mean they both aren’t true. Steve’s truth is he’s not guilty and doesn’t belong in prison, and we too accept that as truth.

It’s only about two thirds of the way through the movie where we realize we don’t actually know if he was involved in the crime or not. We know he comes from a relatively wealthy background. We know he has a loving and caring family. We know he lives in Harlem. We also know he has a friendly albeit loose relationship with the accused triggerman James King, played with menacing benevolence by Rakim Mayers (aka A$AP Rocky). It is not until the last scene of the movie, which takes place right after the verdict is read, in which we see the crime unfold, and the final moment is truly astonishing.

The moment the film finally ends, you realize you are not certain if he actually assisted with the crime or not. The movie spends its first act effectively pitting you against the jury and the assistant district attorney, and assuming that they are ready to throw this kid’s life away because he “looks the part.” We side with Steve right away, because Steve sides with Steve. The movie blatantly tells you at the very beginning that this is all from Steve’s perspective; it is “written, directed, and starring Steve Harmon" (it is in fact directed by seasoned music video director Anthony Mandler and written by Cole Wiley and Janece Shafer, based on a book by Walter Dean Myers). But it doesn’t finally click that this is actually the case until the end. His truth is that he didn’t signal the two criminals that the coast was clear, that he was just blocking his eyes while he stared at the sun, but he also constantly reminds us up to that point that memory is unreliable indicating even he has some doubts to his own story.

There are only a few clues that Steve’s innocence is in question. The biggest clue comes from Steve’s father played by Jeffrey Wright with the same powerful presence and brevity he brings to every role. Steve asks his father if he thinks he’s innocent, and his father looks at him for an impossibly long time before managing to provide a meager measure of reassurance in the form of the smallest and slowest head nod ever committed to the medium after being nothing but instantly and unquestionably supportive to his son up to that point.

The film brings you in on the pretense that it's going to examine race inequality within the justice system (Netflix has included it in their Black Lives Matter collection), but this ends up not being the case. Racial inequality is present in the subtext, but it is not the central focus of the film. At least, that's how I saw it.

[thebeepbeepsheep95]

Hey, Reader: “Waves”/ The Movies That Must be Made

Hey, Reader :)

So, My Monday, this week, was--unlike typical Mondays--quite wonderful. And, There’s one reason in particular as to why: I woke up at about 11 am, traveled in the bitter cold winds of 36 degrees weather, and sat in the front left section--the third row of the seats closest to the screen--to watch a lovely indie movie called “Waves”. It’s also worth mentioning that the theater’s concession food and the staff were amazing, as well (Support your local indie theaters, fam!!!), but I digress.

“Waves” is an emotional movie--written and directed by Trey Edward Shults, under studio A24--, centering a suburban, African American family, who endure an immense and transformative tragedy, all the while, learn to mend the broken by fixing some errors from within, and building the emotional support for one another; which was lacking since the movie began. 

The list of main characters includes Tyler (Kelvin Harrison Jr.), the “prodigy” of the family, who’s the main focus of the first half of the film. Ronald (Sterling K. Brown), the Stern,--kind of-- myopic Father; also, the leader of the family. Emily (Taylor Russell), who plays as more so in the background, in the shadow of her brother, Tyler, in the first half of the movie. However, in the second half, She becomes more of her own person, and is noticed as such; like a butterfly, bursting out of a cocoon of disregard and loneliness. And, lastly, is the ever-so supportive step-mother, Catharine(Renee Elise Goldsberry). Catharine gets a thin beam of light shined on her as well, in the film’s second half. 

There’s also a couple of side characters worth mentioning. Like, Alexis(Alexa Demie), Tyler’s girlfriend, and Luke(Lucas Hedges), Emily’s love interest. Both of these characters, not only support and complement The children in the main cast but, in their own ways, are essential to the plot. They also provided their own--kind of--nuanced themes to the film, that allows it to be that much more meaningful to viewers. Which brings me to the overall importance of the film. And no, this isn’t just another film review.

In 2016, Adele Romanski, Dede Gardner, and Jeremy Kleiner Produced a movie--directed by Barry Jenkins--called “Moonlight”. Based on the life of a black man, struggling with his sexuality and identity, throughout his childhood, adolescence, and adulthood; “Moonlight” was a film that hit home for a lot of people who struggle with those same issues--African American or not--, and opened the eyes of those who don’t face these challenges, just for the sake of understanding those that do. Movies like “Waves” and “Moonlight” give us nuanced takes on the true lives of black folks, that not only tear down the stigmas of the black man, family, and lifestyle; but also helps people realize that some of the issues they face are just the same as the ones, say, a caucasian family would; cultural differences aside.

However, for black people, specifically, The fact that these movies feature a black main cast gives us better, more meaningful stories, than ones filled with stereotypes, like “Baby Boy”, written and directed by John Singleton, and released in 2001. In “Waves”, one Theme that resonates with viewers is the pressure placed on black parents, in America, to raise their children “the right way”, in order to succeed--and survive--in a country that will always be infinitely harder on them. If there’s too much focus on that, and less on the emotional welfare of a child, and support, things could take a horrible turn. This is exactly what we see in the movie, between Ronald and Tyler. That dynamic shook me to my core because, as a young black man, myself, one of my biggest worries for the future is being able to raise my children with a correct balance of love, and preparation for this cruel world; a consideration I wasn’t given, growing up.

That connection, paired with many others that I have with “Waves”, is why I will always advocate for movies like it. Art, in all its forms, has the power to make us better people, and the power to build bridges of understanding and empathy, when done correctly. Bridges that can lead us all to a better world. And I’d love to see more of us aid in construction.

Have a nice day, Reader. Talk to you soon.

[mymindisneverhere]

i'm begging please for a fic of kelvin based off of these😩😩😩 https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8jGnwW9/

late night write… pleasureful 

18+ SMUT

Imagine… Kelvin is your best eater. 

after a long week of working you shot a text to your long term “situationship” with just a few words… 

‘stressed, in need of release.’ 

after a little under an hour you heard a knock at your front door. not bothering to check the peephole, you pulled the door open and stepped aside allowing him to walk in. there was no need to act brand new, he knew what he was there for and so did you. 

you locked the deadbolt to your front door and turned to see Kelvin standing over the couch. he nodded his head in a “come here” motion, signaling you to take a seat right in front of him. 

you walked over to the sofa and he stepped back giving you the space that you needed to sit. looking up at him, you pushed your shorts down to your ankles and kicked them away from you. 

he licked his lips, remembering how good you tasted the last time you two linked up. taking your place on the couch, your eyes followed his eyes as he lowered to his knees. you were prepared to lay back until you heard…

“sit up and look at me.” 

relaxing onto your elbows, you stared down at him with your mouth slightly open. he was placing kisses on your inner thighs, sucking the thick skin harshly to leave a mark or two. 

you sat with your legs spread and knees pushed back, opening yourself up to give him all the access he needed. you licked your lips as you waited impatiently to feel his. 

he smirked a bit, loving the yearning look on your face also knowing how much you hated when he toyed with you during times like this. 

you bit your lip to keep yourself from saying something that could ruin the moment. that look alone sent a message your mouth didn’t need to. 

you watched as his tongue dipped into your slit, lapping up the juices that had been leaking from you since you got home. your jaw fell, gasping at the feeling. wet and warm against your stinging clit.  

he licked you once more before wrapping his lips around your bud. sucking you in between his lips, his eyes lifted once again to watch your face while he indulged. 

“fuck.” you whispered harshly. 

your eyebrows curled upward, the slight look of sorrow on your face making him moan against your clit. you watched his tongue move in between your lips, circling your clit over and over before it disappeared into his mouth again. 

hissing from the feeling of his full lips pulling on your clit, he was giving your sensitive spot more pleasure than you were prepared for. 

he studied your expressions, using them as a guide and when he saw your eyes begin to cross, he focused in. there wasn’t any part of you that was gonna go without being savored. it’s nothing more dangerous than a man who gained pleasure solely from pleasuring you. the more you enjoyed it the harder he tried to double it. 

“ohh.” you moaned, as you noticed the items in the room slowly begin to double. 

he snaked his hands underneath your hips and gripped your waist, rubbing his thumbs against your sides to soothe you while he ate you. with his face buried between your legs, you could feel the baritone against your clit as he hummed in satisfaction. 

without thought, your hips rolled underneath him and he followed your every move, never detaching himself from you. those sudden “oooh’s” you let out alerting him of your climax without you needing to announce it. 

the closer you were, the weaker your body became. unable to stay up on your elbows, you let your body fall back on the couch. 

“sit up.” he said. 

“fuck, i’m trying.” you whined, wishing he’d get back to what he was doing. 

“i need you lookin’ at me when you cum.” 

whining once again, you propped back up on your elbows running your fingers against his hands. in an instant he pushed his head back down, causing a loud gasp to leave your lips. 

jumping back into his rhythm as if it were never interrupted, his eyes never left yours. 

“yesssssssss.” you moaned, hissing at how sensitive your clit was to his touch. “just like that.”

his grip on your waist tightened as he felt your hips lift again. there was no getting away from him this time, he wanted you, so he was gonna have you no matter what. 

“that feels so fucking good.” came out a bit louder than you intended. 

still moaning from his own enjoyment, he sucked your clit, rolling his head a bit to mimic the way you’d satisfy yourself in the videos you’d send him. 

“ohhhh fucccck, i’m cumminnnnn!” you cried, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling. your mouth stayed open as you rode out your orgasm, one that was truly needed. 

the hold on your waist never loosened even after feeling your body jerk. not wanting to send you into overload, he gently ran his tongue against your clit. letting up on the pressure but still encouraging your orgasm to stay at its peak. 

“oh my god!” you yelled, letting your body fall back on the couch. your hands instantly reached for the top of his head, pushing him to let up a bit. just the slightest touch was too much. your legs shut, trying as hard as you could to get him to release you.

he pulled back, pushing your legs back open as he watched your chest rise and fall. your head tossed from left to right, finally getting a chance to come down. 

“you need a minute?” he asked, placing kisses on your stomach.

“yes please.” you breathed out. 

he continued leaving a trail of soft kisses on your belly, hoping the gentleness would bring you down sooner… so he could send you right back up. 

he could hear your breathing return to normal, sitting up to study your face again. your blinks were a bit slow but not entirely which let him know you were still open for more.  

he licked his lips, enjoying the residue left on them before dropping his eyes back down to your clit. swollen and still throbbing a bit from your climax, the sight made his dick harder. 

“you taste so fucking good.” he said, placing a gentle kiss against your clit again to see how you’d react. 

hearing the soft moan you let out, he figured the effects were already wearing off. sitting back up, you stared down at him with low eyes. you both licked your lips simultaneously, waiting for the other to speak.

“can i?” he asked in between the kisses, lifting his eyes up to meet yours. 

“mhm.” you bit your lip, anticipating the feeling of his tongue once again. 

“good, i’m not done yet.” 

(Please excuse any mistakes, it’s been a minute. 🩵) 

[henneseyhoe]

OUUUUU LAWD HAMMERCY

Other Side

summary: Kelvin tries to break you out of your shell… unaware of who would actually come out.

warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI!, shy black fem!reader (kinda), small mention of depression, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names. (Forgive me if I forgot any)

(a/n: I licked the screen a few times when I came across this picture but that’s not important. 🫢)

“Kelvin!” He heard his name being called from across the room causing him to snap his head in the direction of the voice. 

“Yo!” Kelvin said, pointing to his long time friend Aaron. He made his way through the crowd of people on the dance floor until he reached his friend. “What’s up bro? It’s good to see you.” 

“You as well bro!” The London native spoke over the loud music. Aaron and Kelvin slapped hands and pulled each other into the universal bro hug before falling into conversation. “You didn’t get lost did you?”

“Nah, I mean the sign is big as hell on the front of the building.” Kelvin said. “But man, I can’t believe you actually came out and came to a club at that.”

“It’s my girls birthday tonight bro, she begged me to drive her and her friends around for the day.” Aaron said.

“I was about to say, she must’ve dragged your ass out the house cause ain’t no way you came on your own.” Kelvin joked, receiving an annoyed look from Aaron. 

“Whatever man.” He said, returning his attention to the dance floor where his girlfriend stood with one of her best friends.

Kelvin stood next to Aaron, eyeing the crowd as he nodded his head to the music blasting throughout the club. The men stood against the wall chatting about the atmosphere in the late night lounge, ordering drinks and speaking to some friends that passed by occasionally. 

Kelvin continued sipping on the alcoholic beverage as his eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on you. He slowly lowered the cup from his lips as he watched you make your way to the dance floor. Your beauty had him stuck in a trance.  

Your beautiful brown skin glowed under the blue and pink lighting that flashed from the ceiling. You wore a white halter top and matching mini skirt that hugged your hips just right and put your legs on full display. Your thick thighs glistened from the body shimmer you wore as you took steps across the floor. Your strapped heels elongated your legs causing you to appear much taller than you actually were. 

Kelvin stared at you as you joined your two best friends on the dance floor. You hugged your best friend Tati before finally pulling Jamie, the birthday girl, into a warm embrace. He watched as Jamie whispered to you, causing you both to turn and look up at the two men that were already eyeing you guys. You all waved, mainly to speak to Aaron but Kelvin waved back so caught up in the trance you had unintentionally lured him into. You all turned back around and fell back into the beat of the music but Kelvin kept his eyes on you. 

“Bro, who is that?” Kelvin asked, tapping Aaron on the shoulder. 

Aaron frowned and followed Kelvin’s eyes that were still glued to you. “Who? Y/N?” 

“All white with the legs? Her name is Y/N?” Kelvin asked. 

“Yeah man, that’s Jamie’s best friend.” Aaron said. He looked down at Kelvin and noticed the look of awe on his face, practically drooling as his mouth hung open. “Take a picture man, it’ll last longer.” 

Kelvin smacked his lips, finally taking his eyes off you and cutting them at Aaron. 

“Relax bro, she’s not one to date.” Aaron started, “She’s super shy, very quiet. She barely says two words to me when she comes over to visit Jamie. She’s extremely introverted.”

“So?” Kelvin asked, shrugging his shoulders. “What does that mean?”  

“She probably won’t talk to you because you’re always on 10 no matter where you are.” 

Kelvin paused and looked over at Aaron. “That never stopped you from hanging with me.” 

“I tolerate you, there’s a difference.” Aaron joked, before taking a sip of his beverage. 

“Wow, okay.” Kelvin said, playfully rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. “I bet I can get her to talk to me, everyone loves me.”

Aaron’s eyebrows raised as he stopped himself from uttering another smart remark to his friend. “Whatever you say man.” 

Kelvin and Aaron continued going back and forth, betting on whether or not Kelvin would be able to have a full conversation with you. After a long argument, the two men decided to bet only $100 if Kelvin could get you to talk to him before the night was over. 

“Where are y’all going after this?” 

“Dinner at Grand Lux.” 

“Perfect, we’ll chat over dinner, I’ll pay for her food.” Kelvin said. “I’ll even offer to take her home cause I’m a gentleman.”

You danced with your girls as the three of you stood a few feet away from the DJ booth. You all moved your hips to the beat, flipping your hair over your shoulders and hyping each other up one at a time. It took you a few minutes to get comfortable on the dance floor. All it had taken was the DJ playing your favorite song “Where Them Girls At by Megan Thee Stallion” and you were falling into your own rhythm with your friends being your personal hype girls. 

“Okay Y/N, it’s about time you popped out girl!” Tati yelled over the loud music. 

“I know right!” Jamie said. “She’s finally having a good time after keeping herself in the house, hiding out from the world.” 

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, laughing at your friends. 

Tati looked over where Aaron stood with Kelvin and her eyes almost jumped out of her head. “How the hell did you manage to get Grandpa out of the house?” Tati asked, still dancing to the music. 

“I told him if he did this favor for me then I’d do one for him all night.” Jamie responded with a smirk on her face. 

You and Tati rolled your eyes, instantly catching onto exactly what Jamie had been referring to. 

“I don’t wanna start nothing but his friend has been starin’ at Y/N since she walked in.” Tati said, looking over at Chelsea. 

“He’s still staring as we speak.” Jaime said. 

You all turned to look over to see him staring. The two men waved at you once more which caused you to quickly turn your attention back to your friends. 

“I’m not interested.” You said, trying to hide yourself from his gaze. 

“Come on Y/N, it’s been forever since the breakup.” Jamie said. “Plus he’s super cool, he has a beautiful smile and he is funny as hell, just your type! He and Aaron have been friends for years, I think you should talk to him.”

“I’m good Jamie, besides it’s your night. I didn’t come out looking for a man.” You said, trying to take the attention off of you and revert it back to the birthday girl. 

Tati and Jamie exchanged a knowing look between one another but decided to leave the situation alone. After you found out about your ex-boyfriend cheating on you with an old friend, you slowly sank into a deep depression. You stopped going out, stopped answering phone calls and stopped caring about how you looked or what you wore. What was only supposed to be a few months of recovery from the break up, ended up being an entire year of hiding out. 

However, thanks to your friends Jamie and Tati, you were slowly coming back to yourself. Although you weren’t the life of the party type of girl, you always managed to have a good time when you were with them. You were shy, you were reserved, and sometimes a bit reluctant when it came to going after the things that you wanted. But somehow, you’d always find yourself neglecting your shyness and converting to your “alter ego”. 

Jamie was well aware of your ability to let loose but because it rarely occurred you guys never spoke about it. Jamie had been the only person to know about your “other side” until you introduced that part of you to your now ex-boyfriend. Due to the fact that he’d taken advantage of you, completely betraying your trust and acting as if you meant nothing to him, this made you never want to introduce that part of herself to anyone ever again… especially a man. 

“Aaron’s outside waiting for us. We’re heading downtown to Grand Lux after we leave here.” Jamie announced to the two of you. 

You both nodded and made your way to the bathroom holding hands as you broke through the crowd of people. Each of you took a look in the mirror before applying another layer of gloss, fluffing your hair and entering the stalls to finish your business. 

You stood in the stall and took a few deep breaths attempting to mentally prepare yourself for dinner at Grand Lux. Your nerves were getting the best of you. You had managed to avoid men, not even giving them the smallest of conversation. But you knew that there would be no ending the night without interacting with Kelvin. 

‘God please don’t let him sit next to me. He is too damn fine.’ You thought to yourself. 

“Y/N you alright in there?” Tati said, banging on the stall door. 

“Yeah, I was just checking my phone.” You replied, raising your foot to flush the toilet. 

You stepped out of the stall and made your way to the sink to wash your hands. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and turned to Jamie. After running down the route to the restaurant and approximately how long it’ll take to get there, the three of you were all set and ready to go. 

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“What took you all so long?” Aaron asked, staring down at Jamie. 

“Girl stuff.” She replied as she took his hand and stepped into the all black truck, taking a seat directly behind his chair. 

Aaron stood and helped you and Tati into the truck as well before closing the door and getting into the driver's seat. 

“Babe, where’s Kelvin?” Jamie asked. 

“He’s going to meet us there.” Aaron responded, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the club's parking lot. 

The three of you fell into conversation completely ignoring the fact that Aaron was upfront, able to hear every word. 

“You’re not nervous are you?” 

“No it’s just that-“ You began, “It’s been so long, too long, since I’ve even looked at a guy. I don’t think I’m ready to entertain someone right now.” 

“Look, nobody is saying you have to take him seriously or get with him to see if he’s husband material.” Tati said. 

“Right!” Jamie agreed. “Just have a little fun with him. There’ll already be a friend there for Tati and now there’s a friend for you.” 

You looked between the two girls unsure of what to say next. You were contemplating on whether or not you should take their advice or continue to avoid men who showed any interest in you. Letting out a breath, you sat back in your seat and nodded, deciding to take one for the team. 

“He's a pretty cool guy.” Aaron casually stated, interrupting you guys’ conversation. The three of you snapped your heads in his direction, completely confused on why he was even entering the conversation to begin with. 

“Sorry.” He said, looking into the rear view mirror quickly before returning his eyes to the road. 

“He is a cool guy though.” Jamie said, turning to you. “Trust me, you’ll have fun.” 

‘They’re right, just have fun. Nothing serious.’ You thought. 

“Okay, let’s see how the night goes.” You  finally said, causing your friends to both squeal in excitement. 

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You all sat around a large table enjoying your meals and joining in conversations. Jaime sat next to Aaron who sat next to Kelvin who sat next to you…  who had been picking over your food since it arrived at the table. Your nerves wouldn’t allow you to even take a nibble of the pasta that sat in front of you. 

Kelvin had tried his hardest to get you to engage in conversation but it wasn’t going too well. Your short responses never left room for the conversation to go any further, eventually leading to an awkward silence after each attempt. 

“Ow!” You yelped, reaching down to rub your knee after you felt a sharp heel kick you. 

“You okay?” Kelvin asked, looking over at you in concern. 

You looked up at Tati who was staring at you with wide eyes. You frowned as you watched Tatis lips move without sound. 

“Say something!” Tati mouthed, moving her lips in exaggeration to be sure you understood her. 

“Yeah I’m fine, just moving too much I guess.” You responded with a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t scare you did I?” 

“Nah, of course not.” Kelvin stated. “It’s okay though, I’m always bumping into stuff.

Kelvin’s attempt at easing the embarrassment he saw in your face had worked as a small smile crept onto your face. 

“So how was it starring in such a classic film?” You asked, looking over at him. You could see the shock in his face before it quickly washed away. He couldn’t believe you were actually asking him a question after thirty minutes of him playing 21 questions with you. 

“Man it was so much, let me tell you about it.” Kelvin instantly fell deep into the story of how it felt to be working with some of the most talented people in the industry. You were so caught up in his storytelling, you didn’t notice the waiter place a tall martini next to your water that had gone untouched. You could see Jamie’s hand waving at you from the corner of your eye. 

“I got you a drink!” She whispered, trying her hardest not to interrupt your talk with Kelvin. 

Leaning up from the table, you reached over to grab the drink and began taking small sips from the glass. After a few more minutes of engaging in conversation, and another martini, you were feeling the effects of the alcohol. The more Kelvin spoke, the more it was hard to focus on his eyes because his lips were catching your attention with every word he said. Your eyes slightly fell low as they landed on his lips and then back onto his eyes. The expression in your face didn’t go unnoticed as Kelvin slowly stopped talking, watching your eyes dart slowly back and forth between his mouth and his eyes. 

You weren’t doing this on purpose but it was something about you and your liquor that just brought out that other side of you. You could feel a slight throbbing between your legs as he slowly pressed his back against his chair. He was slightly matching your energy, unsure if he was doing too much or if he was even in control of what he was doing. It was as if the more he stared at you, the less power he had over his own body. 

”Why did you stop talking?” You asked, genuinely confused as to why he became so silent. 

“Uh, I don’t even know.” He said, sitting up straight and snatching his eyes off of you. He looked down at his plate and then back over to you before quickly tearing them from your gaze again and looking elsewhere. You placed your elbow onto the table and rested your chin in your hand.

“I would love to hear the rest if you’re still interested in telling me about it.” Your voice had become a bit calm, almost too calm. Kelvin was struggling with keeping his eyes on yours, your gaze was too intense for him. He had sensed the shift in your energy and was completely taken aback by the effect it was having on him. 

“Uh yeah, sure. I- uh,” He started, pushing himself further into the table, trying to hide what was happening below his waist. Kelvin was few seconds too late, seeing as though you had already noticed the slight bulge in his pants. You licked your lips as the images of him fucking your throat invading your thoughts. 

“Y/N, we’re getting ready to leave. You coming?” Jamie asked, raising her brows hoping you would say…

”Actually, Kelvin’s gonna take me home.” You said, before looking at him. “You’re okay with that right?”

”Yeah, for sure.” He nodded quickly, still refusing to meet your eyes. 

“Okay girl, you two be safe!” Tati winked at you, hinting at your drive home and any other activities that may take place between you and Kelvin. 

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The ride to your apartment was silent, mainly because Kelvin was at a loss for words. He was excited to talk to you, he had looked forward to it since he laid eyes on you at the club but for some reason he was feeling too many things that would contradict his claim at being a gentleman.

The same trance he was in at the club had managed to creep back up on him. Only it had been more intense, a bit more than he could handle. Having you close up, staring into his soul was damn near hypnotizing. He wasn’t a man who shied away from anything but you had him feeling nervous to look over at you, afraid he might fall into the trance all while driving. He didn’t wanna fall victim to your eyes once again.  

”You know, I was nervous to talk to you at first.” You said, looking over at him as he drove.

”Really?” He asked. “Why is that?”

”It’s just been a while since I’ve talked to a guy.” You turned your body toward him causing him to look out the corner of his eye. “Something as simple as casual conversation seemed like too much to handle but you're really easy to talk to.”

”That’s good to hear, I’m glad I could ease some of the tension.” He said, smiling slightly. 

“Can I ease yours?” You could tell this question caught him off guard as you felt your body jerk against the seatbelt. He had accidentally pressed the break a bit too hard, making you both lean forward a bit. 

“Sorry.” He laughed nervously, quickly looking over at you then back to the road. “I’m not feeling any tension right now.”

”I can see it.” You said, dropping your eyes to his crotch before returning them back to his face. 

“I mean but I’d like to think of myself as a gentleman. I just met you, you just met me.” Kelvin was babbling, panicking at your sudden change in demeanor. You had managed to go from timid to down right audacious, completely catching him off guard. He didn't know what to think at this moment, let alone what to say. You smirked to yourself, enjoying the power you were having over him. You had been so hung up on saving the other side of you for someone special, completely neglecting the fact that you deserved a good time as well. Who said you couldn’t let that other part of you come out and play for just one night? 

“Can you multitask?” You asked, sitting up in the passenger seat. 

“Uh, yeah. Why?” Kelvin said, shifting his gaze between you and the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he tried to imagine what you were about to do. 

You smirked before undoing your seatbelt and sitting up on your knees, lightly leaning over the armrest. Kelvin’s eyes cut to the corners as he watched you reach for his belt. The sound of the buckle jiggling was the only sound in the car as you worked on pulling his dick out of his pants. 

“You don’t wanna um- wait until um- the car is parked?” Kelvin asked nervously, still struggling to keep his eyes on the road. 

“No.” 

You pulled at the waist of pants until his dick sprang up. You bit down on your lip as you looked down at it. It was exactly what you expected, thick and veiny. You bent down and wrapped your lips around the head earning a sigh of satisfaction from Kelvin. Quickly coating the head with your saliva, you leaned down even further to take in more of him. He reached over to run his hand down your ass, pressing his fingers against the wet spot in your panties. 

You bobbed your head up and down, feeling his legs underneath you jump a bit. He was having a hard time keeping his speed consistent. Each time you took all of him in he’d press the gas harder, causing your body to rock a bit from the jerk of the car. 

“Fuck!” He spat, slapping your ass before running his fingers down your center. Moving as quickly as he could without interrupting his driving, he hooked a finger underneath your thong and pulled it around your ass cheek. 

Lifting up a bit, you moaned in excitement already knowing what he was going to do. 

“I thought you were a gentleman?” You asked playfully. 

“I am.” He responded. 

Kelvin dipped a finger into your folds, biting down on his lip at how wet you were. You were so tight around his finger, he could only imagine how good you were gonna feel around his dick. 

You took him back into your mouth, slurping and sucking while he fingered you. You wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and ran your tongue along the underside, focusing most of your attention on the head. You noticed how his breathing changed when you did this, listening carefully as he took in a sharp breath. 

Finally catching a red light, he gently pressed his foot against the break and snatched his hand from the wheel. You yelped lightly as you felt his hand against the back of your neck, pushing your head up and down on his dick. He sat back and rested his head against the driver's seat, cursing from the narrow feeling of your throat. 

He pushed two fingers into your pussy and rolled his wrist, pushing them back and forth into you. His fingers matched the pace of his hand on your neck. A groan left his lips as he heard the sounds your pussy was making, wet and creamy from the taste of him along your tongue. 

So caught up in the scene before him, he sat up quickly when he heard a car behind him honk their horn. He placed his hand back onto the steering wheel and pressed the gas. 

“I’m fucking you up when we get to your house.” He said, removing his fingers from your pussy and slapping your ass a few more times. 

“You promise?” 

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You assumed the position on your queen size bed, all fours with your ass in the air. You rocked your hips a bit making your ass jiggle as Kelvin stood behind you eyeing you with low eyes. You were both completely undressed, only space and opportunity standing between the two of you. Kelvin stood just a few feet from the bed, dick standing at full attention as he licked his lips in anticipation.  

“You gonna stare at my ass all night or you gonna fuck me up like you said?” You smirked, looking over your shoulder at him. 

He walked up to you and placed a hand on your back as he positioned himself right at your entrance. Slowly thrusting his hips forward, he pushed his dick into you cursing underneath his breath at how tight you were. You both shut your eyes, taking in the feeling of one another. He was so thick, stretching you just right with every inch. You pussy fluttered a bit, trying to adjust to his girth.  

“So fucking tight.” He said, gripping both sides of your hips. 

Without hesitation, he thrusted in and out of you, staring down at your ass as it jiggled from impact. Your hands dug into the sheets, gripping them tightly as your body rocked with each stroke he gave you. You coated his dick so well, the creaminess pushing to the base with every thrust. 

“Look at that shit.” He said, slapping your ass to watch it jiggle even more. “You hear that pussy baby?”

“Yes!” You let out in an exaggerated breath. You could hardly focus on his words. Your eyes were barely open as you surrendered to the pleasure he brought you. You felt his hand creep up your back and grip onto your neck. In a quick motion, he pressed your face into the mattress, slamming his hips into yours repeatedly. 

The only sounds in the room were your loud moans, the gushy noise coming for your pussy and his skin slapping against yours. You felt your walls begin to ache around him, a release threatening to escape your hole. 

“Ohh fuucck.” You whined, your words getting lost in the sheets your face was buried in. 

“I feel that shit coming.” Kelvin was already catching on to your reflexes. He could feel your walls contract around his dick as you grew wetter with every stroke. “Cum on that dick baby.” 

“Fuck yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” You yelled, encouraging him to fall even deeper into you. 

He lifted a leg onto the bed, never ending the rhythm that was sending you into a frenzy. His balls slapped against your clit, working you over twice more than before. The creaminess that dripped from your hole accompanied by the pressure from his heavy balls kept you from coming down so soon. 

You were already feeling another climax building. The sensitivity from your clit alone made it easy for your orgasm to seep through. Your eyes rolled into your head as your grip on the sheets tightened. 

“Daddy, I’m cummin’ again!” You cried through gritted teeth. Your tone was a mixture of pleading with him and begging for more. You wanted him to let up a bit to give you time to bounce back from the first orgasm but at the same time it felt too good to let go of. Your body shook underneath him as he squeezed your hips, holding you in place to prevent you from running. 

“You wanted me to fuck you up right?” He asked, taunting you all while you were cumming. 

“Yes!” You yelled. 

“Take this dick then.” 

You bit down on the sheets, moaning loudly as he continued fucking you. You weren’t a fan of tapping out but damn you just needed a few seconds to catch your breath. But he wasn’t granting you that anytime soon. He was fucking you like he had something to prove. Yes he was a gentleman but he also knew how to make you weep in more ways than one. 

The more he thrusted into you, the more you ran from his strokes, eventually ending up flat on your stomach. He pulled out of you and climbed on to the bed, laying on his side right next to you. He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, pressing your back against his chest. 

“Put that dick back in.” He said, his lips slightly brushing against your ear lobe. 

You reached down and grabbed his dick, rubbing the tip through your slippery folds. You were trying to use this time to recoup and come back into reality. You could hear the sticky sounds your pussy was making each time you ran his dick in between your lips, loving how much he had managed to get you to make a mess in such a small amount of time. 

“Stop playing with me.” He spat, slapping your ass aggressively. 

You moaned from the slight pain and finally positioned his tip right at your entrance, pushing his dick back into you. He grabbed onto your leg, placing his hand into the bend of your knee as he thrusted into with full force. His other arm snaked under your neck and yanked your head back. He rocked his hips back and forth, lifting your leg more and more with each thrust. 

“Why that pussy so wet for me mama?” He spoke directly into your ear as he stared down at you. Your eyebrows were curled, mouth agape while his dick slid in and out of you. 

“I don’t… I-“ You tried to get it out but gave up just as soon as you started. 

He reached down and placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing it in circles. His dick pressed against your G-spot repeatedly while his fingers toyed it from the outside. Your body grew weaker as you fought the urge to hold it in any longer. 

“Feel. So. Good.” You moaned breathlessly in a rhythm with his strokes. Your hand gripped onto his arm that had a firm hold around your neck. 

“Fuck, I’m about to cum in this pussy.” He moaned. 

Kelvin closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to the side of your face. His breath lightly brushed against your jaw as you felt it increase. His fingers continued playing with your clit, feeling your pussy cream on his dick. The way you were taking him in, so wet and gushy, made it hard for him to last any longer than he wanted to. You could feel his dick jump inside of you, instantly pulling another orgasm out of you on the spot. 

“I’m cummin’!” You cried out. 

“I’m cummin’ with you baby.” He said, grabbing onto your leg. He gave a few more powerful strokes until you felt the warmth of his seed fill you. 

“Shit.” 

You both laid in place, chests rising as you fought to catch your breath. You blinked slowly, feeling your body slip into a well deserved slumber before Kelvin placed a kiss on your neck and lightly tapped your thigh. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet baby, I wanna spend the rest of my night with you before I go.” He said, bringing you out of a sleepy fog. 

(Please excuse any mistakes! 🩵)