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roeroe-world · 5 months ago

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harlem world. (paid in full edition)

starring: laparriea as astrid, mekhi phifer as mitch

set in the mid to late 1980s.

warning(s): harsh language, use of marijuana, very detailed explicit smut, adult situations

Loud rap music blares loudly throughout the crowded block. Conversations and laughter being shared between individuals. It seems live, a block party but specifically for a certain group of people.

Everyone looked like money, incredibly flashy. Dressed in the finest furs, MCM coats, Rolexes, diamond and gold jewelry, Dapper Dan fashions. Sports cars, specifically Mercedes Benz’s were parked in the area— right in front of food joint, Willie’s Burger.

Pagers beeped at a constant rate in the atmosphere, alluring black and brown women flooding the social space as the men spit game— in the meanwhile exuding arrogance yet confidence ‘cause they know they got it like that.

If you were here, it was a significant reminder that you made it.

Almost every dude in the hoods of Harlem wished to be in the shoes of those who were able to make it to that level. The women, the clothes, the jewelry, the cars, the money, the love. Not many could achieve that level of success in the hood but if you did… you were that nigga.

“Nah, b. I was rockin’ Gucci before all of y’all niggas. Y’all just catchin’ the wave. Nah’ mean?”

The New York accents were severely heavy, ranging through the air. Often banging their fists into the palm of their hands or slapping their palms together, speaking with their hands as they get their points across. Stacks of money being tossed into the air.

The women were fly but in Mitch’s eyes, they had absolutely nothing on her.

Leaning on the hood of the cherry red BMW Ace gifted him— his pools of brown softly pierces at the side profile of the captivating young woman standing spaces afar from where he stood.

Her skin a perfect shade of brown, an ebony goddess. Eyes slanted, lashes curly and luscious. Cheekbones sitting high and mighty. Lips painted a bright shade of red, complimenting her skin tone.

Jet black tresses curled to perfection, pausing above her waist.

She was fly, a gray fur coat upon her frame. Bamboo heart shaped earrings amongst her ears, bouncing with every movement she made. A lollipop resting in her mouth.

The woman stood between another man’s legs, smiling in his face. Meanwhile, Mitch had a woman in his arms as she smiles in his face just as bright as hers— failing to attempt to keep his undivided attention on her. She follows his eyes, instantaneously growing upset the second she sets her eyes on the scene.

With an eye roll, she kisses her teeth before sending a rough shove to his shoulder and walking off with a switch in her hips.

Mitch’s eyebrows furrow in slight irritation at the woman’s sudden actions yet watches her hips for a moment then returns his gaze onto the beauty. Without wasting another second, he makes his way over.

Her short French tip manicure caresses the gold Jesus piece hanging around the man’s neck. Pearly whites being showcased as she converses with the male, beginning to caress his low beard and stare in his direction in pure infatuation yet lust.

She seems engulfed into his presence until Mitch made his presence very known.

“Astrid…” That familiar tone of voice, his dialect meets her eardrums causing her to nearly melt. Her head nearly snapping in his direction but she maintains her composure. “How’s it goin’, baby? You missed me?”

Their eyes connecting, a knowing smirk upon both of their canvases, “How’s it goin’, Mitch? I heard you were out.” Intentionally, she avoids his questions given they were being listened to and watched.

“Mitch. What’s happenin’ baby?” Dash quizzes, pulling the woman closer in his arms. His pools of brown searching upward and downward upon the man, wondering what he wanted. Already aggravated by his presence.

Astrid grasps the opportunity of analyzing Mitch’s frame, subtly admiring how fly he looked while her current companion tries to spark up a conversation.

Mitch glances the male up and down, letting out a slight comical laugh. “I’m livin’, b. I’m livin’…” His gaze averting onto the beauty. “This your mans now, huh?” His tone full of amusement and jealousy but he kept it cool, pointing in the male’s direction. Despite being bitter about the situation.

Her smile slightly drops, chuckling nervously. Before she could respond, Dash stands to his feet completely, gently forcing Astrid’s body behind his frame— no longer leaning on the side of his Benz. His hands folding in front of his frame. “Yeah, I’m her nigga now. What the fuck about it?” He steps to him fearlessly, their pools of brown piercing into one another’s intensely. There was no more playing nice.

The two men began to have a face off, staring in each other’s faces in silence. Pure hatred filling their brown orbs. They didn’t know each other quite well but they knew of each other around the way. Mitch couldn’t say he never liked him before but that’s all changed. He despises him now.

“Fuck out of my face, mothafucka.” Mitch sends him a mean mug, glancing over Dash’s shoulder. His attention falling upon a speechless Astrid. “Let me know when you ready to fuck with a real nigga again.” He marches away from the scene, pushing through the crowd and ignoring the stares.

Dash sends the air a kick of anger. “Kick fuckin’ rocks, you punk ass nigga. Get the fuck outta here. The fuck is he talkin’ about again? Fuck is he talkin’ bout, yo.”

Astrid waves him off, sending him an eye roll, “I’m ready to go. Take me home.” Her leather high heeled boots clicking against the pavement as she walks to the passenger side of his vehicle.

The male stood there, staring at the woman while clenching his jaw to maintain his composure. His fists tightening at his sides, lips completely sealed to refrain from saying something he would ultimately regret.

She sends him a look, “Dash?” With the simple harsh summon of his name, he pulls up his jeans before furiously marching to the driver’s side of his Benz and forcing the door open.

Dash speeds off the sidewalk, Astrid sitting in the passenger side. “Yo, what the fuck—” Her head resting in the palm of her hand, a heavy stressful sigh passing her lips while the male began to start an explosive argument with her.

Mitch overhears the commotion, observing the drop top speed off with a head shake. He takes a pull of the lit blunt in his hand, choosing to sit in his vehicle instead.

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Humming to herself, Astrid wipes the kitchen table. Her natural tresses swinging in the high ponytail upon her head with every step she takes. She began to wipe the counters. The television playing softly in the background from the living room of her two bedroom spacious apartment.

She’d spent most of the day cleaning, resetting her space. Rearranging picture frames, furniture, tossing out belongings that she no longer needs.

It was just one of those days.

These past couple of weeks has been pretty rough for the young woman. Work as well as her personal life kept her overstimulated. She was in need of a reset. And as the saying goes, ‘Cleanliness is next to Godliness.’

Three lovely knocks meets her door earning a sigh of pure annoyance from the woman. Honestly, she’s in no mood to deal with people at the moment.

Kissing her teeth at the sight in the peephole, she cracks the door open halfway, “You got some damn nerve showing up here, Mitch.” His smile drops the moment he catches the stern expression on her face. She doesn’t appear too ecstatic to see him.

“What, baby? I can’t come see you no more?”

Mitch remained persistent since that night of chaos and pettiness. Days at a time, he would send flowers and make efforts to talk to her but she would blow him off. Though, Astrid could tell he’s working to the best of his ability to be back in her good graces again.

“Why do you keep bothering me?” Her head tilts to the side in irritation yet amusement.

“Why you actin’ like that? That nigga Dash in here or somethin’?” He tries to get a good look inside and fails severely as she prepares to slam the door in his face. “First of all, Dash isn’t my father. Two, I never forgot how foul you did me. Don’t think ‘cause you been locked up that I bumped my head and caught amnesia.”

His facial expression softens. Unfortunately, she’s absolutely right. She wouldn’t have forgotten his mistakes and his wrongdoings. Astrid is far from stupid and he wouldn’t exactly expect her to be easy on him yet that doesn’t stop him from trying.

“Yo, Astrid?” He began. She sighs already knowing he’s gonna feed her the same bullshit she used to fall for. “I know I fucked up, aight? I’m just tryna… I’m righting my wrongs. When I was locked down all I thought about was you, how much I missed you—”

“You ain’t waste no time to go back to hustling. Did you?” The woman interrupts him, no longer in the mood to hear any more lovey dovey shit. His silence proves her right, encouraging her to utter, “Exactly.”

“We all gotta eat. I can’t take care of you with no bread, baby. You know that?”

“I ain’t knocking your hustle. Do you what you gotta do. Besides, I’m so sick of you niggas tellin’ me y’all can take care of me and buy me this— buy me that. I can already do all that myself.” She argues. Frustration fueling her veins.

Mitch isn’t the first nor the last hustler she’s dated. Most of them were arrogant and made money their entire personality, she dreaded men that way. More often, they couldn’t treat her right.

They treated her more like a trophy, a possession. But Mitch…

“I know that.” He laughs slightly, leaning against the doorframe. “I know you make your own money but so do I and I like spending it on you. That shit ain’t gon’ change.” His gaze deep and passionate as he admires her natural beauty.

Their pools of brown flowing into one another’s intensely, “I’ve been such a bitch to you and you still won’t leave me alone?”

“Nah. I’m used to way worse.”

Mitch was different than the others.

Minus the issues of their relationship. She couldn’t deny how much of a passionate lover Mitch was. What they had was natural, never a lick of anything superficial. He treated her like his woman, not a possession.

She sends an eye roll, unable to fight her laughter. “Whatever, boy. What you want? I’m in the middle of something right now.” She lies straight through her teeth. Her apartment is practically clean.

“To take you out to eat. That’s it. I’ll bring you back home. No funny business.”

Looking him up and down, her tongue sliding against the side of her mouth, “Fine.” She gives in. “No funny business.” The beauty sending him a slight stern look but he could recognize her walls were slowly crumbling apart.

“Aight.” He remains nonchalant, fighting his smile yet not taking his eyes off of her.

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“Oh, wow.” Analyzing the inside of the restaurant, she fights her smile but eventually loses. “This is where we had our first date.” The restaurant was all too familiar to her. In fact, it began to bring back memories. Memories she and Mitch shared. It was apart of their history.

His lips forming into a charismatic smile, he replies, “Yeah. You remember?”

She doesn’t respond, allowing him to take her hand and lead her to their appointed table. “I was tryna impress you…” He tells her, his mind traveling back to that day. Suddenly, every detail began rushing through their minds.

They take a seat but instead of a regular table, the duo were seated at a booth unlike the last time. The second his arm sits upon her shoulder to pull her warm body closer to his, her gaze meets his hand before she sends him a look, “Don’t think everything is cool now ‘cause you did all of this. Remember you left me at my lowest, Mitch.” It seems as if he’s getting too comfortable.

A sigh escaping his throat, “I—”

“What can I get you two to drink?” The waiter unintentionally interrupts the male, glancing between the two unknowingly. “Just get us a bottle of Champagne.” He doesn’t even bother to look in the waiter’s direction, observing the young woman peering across the restaurant.

Her naturally long jet black tresses were pinned into an updo, exposing her captivating canvas. Even when she’s mad, she’s gorgeous.

The second the waiter saunters off, he summons her name, “Astrid?”

He didn’t understand her mood swings. Everything seemed cool in the car on the way here. Yet, she switched up on him that quick. It began to stress the male out. His patience was beginning to wane.

Her head turns to face him, glancing at his lips to his pools of brown, “Mitch?” She crosses her arms. “I lost our baby. The least you could’ve done was be there for me.”

The sudden mention of the miscarriage made him sit back, the subject made his entire demeanor change. His attention averting away from the woman seated on the side of his being.

“I wanted to be there for you but I got knocked. You know that.”

“Of course, I know. I also know that you don’t give a fuck about anybody but yourself. It’s you before anybody.”

“Yo, what?” His facial expression curls upward, head tilting backward in pure offense. “You know that ain’t true, Astrid. The miscarriage hurt me too. I tried to be the best support system I could be. Fuck, I got knocked. The fuck could I do from jail?” He manages to keep his voice down but others seated amongst the duo sensed the tension. “How long you gonna punish me, yo? I’m trying.”

Astrid doesn’t respond, keeping her lips sealed before uttering something she would regret. She couldn’t see past her anger nor her hurt to hear him out. She keeps her gaze ahead, fighting her tears.

“What I also know is that you ain’t pay me not one visit— you ain’t answer my phone calls nor did you write me back when I was in the joint. Let’s talk about that, huh?”

Scoffing, her head shaking side to side, “Take me home, Mitch.”

He watches her scoot out of the booth, angrily strutting past their table. At this point, they were earning stares. The waiter returns to the scene in confusion, the bottle of Champagne in hand.

“Send it back. We don’t need it.”

Despite not being able to have a drink nor a meal, he leaves a fat tip on the table and gets out of the booth. Disappointment and aggravation clouding over his frame.

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The car ride was severely silent. The wind blowing against both of their canvases and Astrid’s hair as Mitch’s drop top was down. Slow jams filling the space between the two as they snuck occasional glances at one another. They hadn’t uttered a single word to each other since their small disagreement at the restaurant.

Pride was eating at the both of them, resulting in the two to keep their lips sealed. Though, they had so much to say. So much pent up.

Parking in front of the apartment building, Astrid immediately reaches for the door. “Don’t you dare touch that door.” His voice meets her eardrums and she sits back, letting out a deep sigh.

The male gets out of the vehicle first, waltzing to the other side to open the door for the woman. Her gaze averts upward in his direction, their eyes connecting as she hops out. He breaks it before shutting the door behind her being.

Connecting their hands, “You got any business to take care of tonight?” She quizzes, a glint in her eye.

“Maybe.” He replies smartly.

“Put it on hold.” His eyebrow raising at the woman’s demand. “I need you to take care of me right now.”

Her head buries into the crook of his neck, planting sensual kisses while traveling to his jawline— soon came his lips. Their lips connect into a soft union, growing fervent as time progresses.

Each breath one let out, the other sucked in. Pink wet muscles dancing with one another hungrily, ardent. Their heart beat racing as neither of the two struggled to keep up. They matched each other’s energy perfectly.

The young woman disconnects their lips, Mitch pursues for more— his low bedroom eyes piercing deeply downward into hers but she tilts her head backward. Patience is a virtue. Instead, maintains the tight grip on his hand and leads him inside of her apartment building.

The night is still young.

The second they step foot inside of her apartment, Mitch was on the woman like white on rice. He pins her hands above her head against the wall, tonguing her down as if his life depended upon it.

It began to grow hot, extremely hot. The humid temperature led to the pair ripping off their clothes, completely bare and sweaty.

He was in absolute control as he wasted no more time to enter her wanting, dripping crevice. “O-Oh shit!” His hips circling into hers deeply, passionately. His pools of brown pouring deep into hers, her legs tightening around his waist so she couldn’t fall out of his tight hold.

Astrid’s head falls against the wall, mouth hanging agape. Pleasure clouds her lust filled brain daze. Neither of two could think clearly, lost in the world of fire and desire.

She took whatever he offered like a good girl, screaming to the top of her lungs. Her once neat apartment began to get messy as their sexcapades grew wilder, their body parts knocking over whatever is in their way. They were like animals, ravishing their prey which happens to be one another.

All this time of being apart, not with one another when they’ve been longing to be in this position. Yet, they were, in multiple positions indeed.

The pent up anger and frustration increased their stamina. Hours they went on, experiencing orgasms at an exhausting rate, not for once becoming tired of one another. In fact, the couple was dedicated to showcase their talents. It became more of a competition, a challenge. So far, Mitch had the upper hand, fucking her so good that it brought her to tears.

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Her squeals high-pitched and deafening.

“You like that shit?” Mitch’s voice deep and rough, roaring throughout the apartment. His gold chain dangling in her face.

They talked their shit, mouths uttering nothing but pure filth that they were in dire need of having their mouths washed out with soap. Astrid left him tongue tied with her tricks but it wouldn’t be long before he would outshine her which he did. Every single fucking time. The neighbors being the least of their concerns.

At times, Astrid would try to be as quiet as she could. But she couldn’t, especially when she was trying to prove that he isn’t getting the best of her when indeed he is. He left her screaming, creaming, crying for the most high.

“Fuckkkk…” She cries out into the atmosphere. French tip acrylics dragging along his sweaty chest, needy watery eyes peering upward in the male’s direction. Legs cracked open widely. Desperate for more as if her aching pussy isn’t being fed enough as is.

The couch shook violently. The harsh sounds of skin slapping surrounds the humid living room. Mitch’s grip upon her shaky thighs were tight so she wouldn’t escape, her nectar flowing through her cavern excessively curating loud squelching sounds. Both of their gazes occasionally glancing at where their bodies met, the pair feeling the intense passion.

“Fuck, I love you.” The woman babbles drunkenly though she isn’t under any kind of influence. “I love you, Mitch. Don’t ever leave me again.” Tears cascading along her mahogany cheeks.

His top row of pearly whites sinks into his plump bottom lip, groaning to himself, “Fuck.” He was giving her his absolute all, an ultimately mind blowing performance. He looked incredibly sexy on top of her, sweating and panting heavily.

Astrid pulls his thick, long phallus out of her and welcomes him between her warm first pair of lips instead. Her gaze low and seductive, crawling to him upon her knees without a single complaint. Mitch’s mouth fell agape yet again for the millionth time tonight, watching her head bob up and down with much passion. Her hand twisting around his veiny hardened member all in the same note.

“Ah, shit.” He moans lowly, eyes shutting in pure pleasure for a moment. His fingers tangling within her messy tresses that sweated out due to their activities.

“Fuck, I missed you…” She sucks him off like no tomorrow, kissing and licking it as if it would be her last. “I love you too. I ain’t going no fuckin’ where, baby.” He babbles mindlessly though he meant every word he said, rocking his hips into her face. His reaction only encourages her to go harder.

Tears rolling along her face with a mouth full, grasping the opportunity of tasting her sweet honey in the process. Clearly, she isn’t trying to be pretty nor cute. But in Mitch’s eyes, she looked incredibly sexy, slurping him into cloud nine.

Her cavern throbbing for him again but she’s focused on pleasuring him, not holding back whatsoever. “Hm, I missed you.” She hums softly, going back to work. In the meanwhile, admiring the creation of his curved dick. Her tight throat welcoming him without an issue, making love to him using her tongue. Her tongue could do wonders.

She’s far from afraid of it. Her first go round, she avoided it but now she went all the way. Complete full throttle. Not once did Astrid hold back, especially tonight.

Honestly, this isn’t her thing and she didn’t do it for every guy she’s been with sexually. But for Mitch, Astrid went there and not once does she feel disgusted nor ashamed about it. It came naturally.

Then she stops, in desperate need of the sensation of him inside of her again, sitting upon his lap and sinking onto his rock hard member yet again. “Yes…” She sighs to herself, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Mitch observing her reaction as well as her breasts, sending a harsh smack to her backside.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.” She bounces on top of Mitch’s lap, fucking herself into oblivion. Lips falling agape as squeals and whines escapes her throat. Her hands resting on his chest.

The male sits up to bury his face into the crook of her neck, leaving love bites upon her smooth ebony skin. The throbbing, the pleasure, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Panting heavily, Mitch encourages her, “Come for me. Let that shit go.” He fucks up into her, tapping at her spot consistently, his climax quickly approaching yet again for the night.

“Mitch…” She whimpers, eyebrows furrowing together pleasurably.

A familiar sensation within the pent of her stomach approaches and she couldn’t contain it any longer. “There you go, baby.” It was as if her soul was being snatched out of her body the moment her orgasm comes crashing down upon the woman. Her legs shaking violently.

His gaze falling between their connected bodies, admiring how soaked and sloppy everything looks. She felt so good, too good.

“Oh, shit.” He groans aloud, reaching his climax as well. His tongue dragging across his lips as his arms tightens around her waist. Mitch ensures every drop of his seed meets her walls.

A moment of silence clouds the two before Astrid lets out a small laugh of disbelief, mind blown by what just occurred between the two. One thing for sure, she was far from disappointed.

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The frying pan sizzles intensely as Astrid cracks an egg carefully to prevent any shells from falling inside. Rap music blasting from the stereo system due to Mitch turning it on before hopping in the shower.

The morning after their wild night fell and she was still on a slight high, smiling brightly whenever memories would flood her mind. It left her in a good enough mood to cook.

Whilst stirring the eggs, Mitch enters the kitchen. A towel loosely hanging from his waist. He grabs a piece of bacon from the plate off the table, taking a bite before sending a slap to her backside. Astrid slightly jumps, “Stoppp!” She drags out, blushing wildly. “You owe me for my hair appointment too.”

Previously, her tresses were all over the place. The strands were frizzy and slightly untamed. She didn’t want to deal with it so she put her hair in a ponytail which happens to be messy but it was decent for the moment.

His arms enveloping around her waist, head resting upon her shoulder. “I got you.” Lips meeting the side of her neck, planting small loving pecks along her mahogany skin.

A couple enthusiastic knocks pounds upon her door earning the couple’s attention. “Yo, Astrid, baby? It’s me. Open the door.” Dash’s booming voice is heard from the outside. A heavy sigh passing Astrid’s lips. Mitch couldn’t help but to chuckle to himself, chewing softly on the piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Don’t you start, Mitchell.” She points the spatula in the male’s direction, sitting it down amongst the counter. The male’s pools of brown trailing up and down the beauty’s petite frame as she began to walk past him.

Adjusting her silk robe, the woman unlocks and opens the door halfway to lay eyes on a grinning Dash. “What’s up? I hit you up earlier. You ain’t get my call.” He appears ecstatic to see her though Astrid couldn’t exactly say she felt the same.

Dash was a guy she liked at some point of time. She held an infatuation with his personality, also enjoyed the stacks of money he would give her just because. But Dash was just company. A man she dealt with whenever she was in the mood or bored.

Her manicured hand reaching to the side of her neck, scratching it awkwardly, “I…” She began, though she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Mitch smoothly saunters behind the woman, standing firmly and looking him dead in the eye. “She was busy.” He answers for her, making his presence very known, watching Dash’s entire demeanor change. He couldn’t lie, Mitch enjoyed seeing that dumbfounded expression upon his canvas.

“What the fuck goin’ on, Astrid? Why this wack ass nigga speakin’ to me right now?” Dash points to the male, laughing as if he’s a joke.

“She ain’t your concern no more. So whatever y’all had before is dead, my nigga. Don’t come around here no more.” The woman remains silent as Mitch speaks loud and clear. His Harlem accent strong and demanding, not a single speck of hesitation nor crack within his tone. He was quite adamant about his demands.

It wouldn’t take long for Dash to connect the dots, glancing between the two. “Yo…” Dash began in realization, lifting a fist to his mouth. “I see what this is. Aight, aight. Cool.” He maintains his composure, grinning knowingly. “I see how it is.” Though he’s highly upset, she could tell. An expression of defeat falling onto his canvas.

“So, baby, you fuckin’ with him now? Hm? That’s what we doin’? After everything I did for you, ma.” Dash lets out a calm laugh, his head nodding in quite disbelief. It was a taking a lot in him to not go off but he kept his cool. He remained nonchalant.

“Yeah, she fuckin’ with a real nigga again.” The arrogant smirk upon Mitch’s lips results in Dash’s chest to slightly heavy up and down. He so badly wanted to smack it off. “You was just somebody she was dealin’ with to kill time when I was gone. But I’m back and your time is up.”

It was no secret that Astrid and Mitch had history. Mitch didn’t play about her and that’s never changed. After he was arrested, men wasted no absolute time to make advances towards the woman— Dash being one of them. They were aware that it really wasn’t much that Mitch could do inside. Plus, Astrid is a grown woman.

But now that he’s free, he returned to reclaim what was once his and will always be.

Astrid glances between the two, holding her laughter. She wasn’t exactly expecting this interaction but she doesn’t stop it nor does she encourage it. Her silence triggers Dash.

“What he sayin’ true, Astrid?” His gaze averting onto the young woman behind his oversized clear glass frames, adjusting his black Kangol bucket hat before folding his hands in front of his frame. “I thought we had somethin’ special. You was playin’ me?”

Softly, she simply says, “Dash…” Ultimately feeling bad for him.

“You got the point? Cool. Go kick some fuckin’ rocks then, punk ass nigga.”

Mitch pulls the woman closer to his bare chest, rudely slamming the door in the male’s face and locking the door. Astrid sends him a look causing his eyebrows to furrow together, replying with, “What?” He returns to kitchen and she follows closely behind, giggling softly.

“You a fuckin’ mess.”

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