#power book II: ghost

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DANIEL BELLOMY Power Book II: Ghost 1.09 "Monster"

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UPSIDE DOWN — [October Randoms!] 🧡

A/N: just a few little blurbs basically inspired by this TikTok trend. S/o to Jacob Scipio & Madelaine Petsch’s video being the first I’ve seen! Thought it be would cute to write something real quick surrounding a few characters I’m loving rn 😜

WARNINGS: if you don’t know me by now, language! + suggestive themes, & wlw!

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ARMANDO:

You’d bug him about doing it but he wouldn’t budge. He just didn’t see the point until you started to challenge his strength. Once you did that, that undermining shit that’s when you pushed a nerve. He’ll plot against you, and catch you off guard, maybe when you’re in the bathroom doing a night or morning routine.

He’ll sneak right up behind you, crouching before he pops up, making you gasp and flail around as he flips you upside down in your PJ’s. He’ll hold you there for a second, smirking down at you but you can’t see that since he’s pulling your ass up over his left shoulder, holding onto your ribcage and providing you with a nice stretch.

“Arman!” You yell, hands reaching out to the floor—just in case—with your lip balm now rolling against the tile floor, “okay we get it, you’re Hercules. Put me down now.”

“Talk to me nice from now on, okay mami?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You mutter, “who needs Pilates when I got you?”

He snorts as he spins you around the back of his neck, taking careful hold of your hips before setting you back down on your own feet. You hold onto his hand that’s resting on your right hip and with a huff you say, “now we need to do that again for the camera.”

Armando lightly pushes you back to the sink, “nope. I’m getting in bed to watch the game, sorry not sorry the world missed out on these guns…but at least you didn’t, huh?” He winks at you before kissing his bare muscles.

ANGEL:

You’re on the thicker side so when you showed these videos to your man one night when you’re lounging in bed, finding how cute and fun they were Angel says with a scoff, “I can do that shit. They ain’t special.”

With a sigh and a nod you say, “I’m sure you can. Most of the ones they always show at the top makes it seem like it’s for the petites though.”

Angel, who’s been lounging on his elbow, furrows his brows at your words from over your shoulder, “Whatchu mean by that?”

Then his phone is ringing off the hook and he has to meet the rest of his brothers in the middle of the night but a kiss to your lips and a promise that this, “conversation ain’t over,” is said to you before he leaves.

Honestly you forgot about that conversation as a week went by. When you show up to the club to drop something off for Angel that he left at home, he’s outside getting ready to head over to his bike until he spots your car.

He greets you with a scratchy kiss to your cheek, thanking you for the item he left behind this morning. Angel then tells you to get your camera out, much to your confusion.

“We’re gonna film that cutesy shit you were talking about last week before you get outta here. C’mon.” He waves you back to his bike, while you’re still frowning, “I don’t got all day, querida. Get your sexy ass over here.”

You get the extra tripod that’s in your backseat and set it up a nice distance from his bike. Of course Angel wanted a shot of the bike in the frame as he stood off to the side of it, hands clasped right in front of him as you back up towards him.

The countdown is heard and just in time, Angel’s tatted hands are right on your waist flipping you and walking around with you a bit with his middle finger raised towards the camera. You’re laughing just as he’s bringing you upright and you spin around to hold onto his chest, catching your breath.

“Let me know when we go, viral.” He smirks, hands slipping down to squeeze your backside and kisses your lips.

CANE:

“Oh, okay now I’m really not doin’ that shit,” Cane replies with a side eye, after you cut whatever game he was playing off.

Your hands are on your hips, “and why the hell not? Scared you’re gonna drop me on my head?”

Cane chuckles, “nah, I’m convinced somebody in your family already did.”

“Fuck you and your bug eyes.”

“word? So now I’m ugly?”

You shrug as you step out of the living room in the penthouse, annoyance was heavy in your tone, “you said it, not me.”

Cane rolled his eyes, tossing the controller onto the couch, “aight don’t tell me you’re about to have a funky ass attitude with me now all because I said I don’t want to do this dumbass challenge?”

You’re in the kitchen, continuing to fix yourself something to eat, “you think it’s dumb, fine. I’ll just find another man who can do the job properly anyway.”

“…what?” Cane turns his eyes into slits, “another who?” He pressed, pushing off the couch to meet you in the kitchen.

You bit back a smirk as you put your back to Cane with a sigh and pushed off the counter to open the fridge back up, “you heard me. Maybe you don’t want to do it because you can’t…I know you don’t like seeming weak in front of me and I accept that—

“Fuck all that.” Cane sucks his teeth, “get over here, you’re not about to play in my face tonight.”

You flirt, “I thought you liked it when i put it in your face?”

“Cute,” Cane licks his bottom lip before waving you over with one hand, “Now show me what I need to do.”

And he always learned fast, holding you up in the air with one arm and shoots a grin at the camera before talking his shit down at you, then hides his face behind your body again. In cane fashion, he shook his face against your ass before walking over to cut the camera, so he can show you just what no other man couldn’t do.

TERRY:

You’re out biking together and decided to take a break, surrounded by trees that were bigger than the man of your dreams. Thankfully Terry was down for a water break because the heat was still rising—even though it was October— y’all lived in the south and didn’t need either of you to pass out from the heat.

Terry was usually calm cool and collected but he liked to flex every now and then, plus he already agreed to doing the, “challenge,” he spun you to face him, sharp green eyes already set on you. Before your eyebrow could lift at what he was thinking in that strong willed brain of his, the count down was started and he bends while not taking his eyes off you.

At the last minute he spins you back by the hips before trailing his hands up your sides first, then yanks you upside down, lifting you above his shoulder instead of just at his torso, which meant work for you to keep your legs straight, then he starts to lower you by your waist and then up again as if you’re his own personal bench press. Letting him have his moment, grunts and all being heard as he stares at the camera straight-faced, you’re the one to tap out just before the video finishes.

Once you’re back on your feet, you meet Terry’s eyes with a roll of yours followed by a pant, “show off.”

“Now it’s my turn.” His lips twitch as you glanced behind yourself because…who was he talking to?

“I love you but I’m not about to break my arms for you.” You say, while Terry leans forward to kiss your forehead with a chuckle.

Then with a slap to your backside, which definitely stung, he nods his head towards your bikes and says calmly, “You’re gonna have to put those legs and arms to work still. I just saw a brown bear five miles back and some feces about a mile back so…i think break time is over.”

Snatching up your tripod with the swiftness, you lowered it and shoved it in your bag as you side eyed Terry who’s waiting for you on his bike, earphone already in one ear, “I hate your calmness so much at times and one of those times happens to be right now, if i wasn’t scared, I’d kick your ass.”

“That doesn’t sound like a thank you,” Terry says leaning over his bike, “I just gave you a little happiness and now here you are, threatening me.”

It was giving, “help the bear!” And you weren’t with it!

You nod your head vigorously, “Yeah that’s right because we could have done this at home!” You kick off and start peddling, “so now I’m gonna have to kick your ass on this bike and beat you home. So you better keep up, Richmond!”

“Yes ma’am, i will,” he says easily keeping pace and following behind you as you take the lead down the bumpy pathway, “you know i got your back, front, and all sides.”

Scoffing over your shoulder at Terry’s attempt to flirt with you right now, you work hard checking every angle just like you were trained to do and always watch your back, not because you had doubts that Terry couldn’t keep up with you, you always wanted to watch his back as well—especially if a damn grizzly bear had the potential to knock you both upside down.

…later when you both made it safely home and were lounging after a shared shower, Terry rolls his head to press against your temple after placing a few kisses against your skin, “you know there wasn’t a bear right?”

“Excuse me?” You feel your eye twitch.

“You never know though.” Terry states, “best to be prepared.”

Too exhausted you reply, “you know what…I’m not going on anymore survivor bullshit adventures with you!”

Terry pulls back to stare at you until you meet his eyes, “yes you are.”

“Want to bet?” You sit up a little while there’s that glint of amusement that appears in Terry’s green hues.

He gets right in your personal space, forehead brushing right against yours, “do you?”

You gulp.

STELLA:

Having your own following, you had your supporters control what you did today. It was a Saturday, you just left the cafe with them picking your choice of drink and pastry while doing some work at the cafe for about an hour almost two, which gave them enough time to decide what you were to do next. Smiling to yourself after seeing which challenge was selected, you texted your girlfriend to see if she was down at the station before ordering her a cold brew to go.

You weren’t a cold brew kinda person but Stella had the strongest of stomach’s, which made sense considering she was a whole ass firefighter and you knew your girlfriend would be thrilled to see you and coffee—not just depending on what kind of day it was at 51.

“There she is!” Stella’s all grins while the rest of her team are running drills.

You wave at Gallo, Mouch, and Carver who return the action with a pant and hold out the beverage to the dark haired woman, who had her lips out first before her hands. Laughing a little you meet her lips, pecking them multiple times until she deemed that as satisfactory before she takes the drink into her hands.

“And what the hell are you drinking?” Her nose crinkles.

This wasn’t unfamiliar, sometimes the both of you would budge and try the other’s just to hate it.

“Want to try?”

“Uh uh,” Stella winces, then sighs as she brings the drink to her lips and with a pop of her tongue she says, “my girl, always gonna get me right every time! You been busy today, huh?”

“Yeah had a meeting about the next direction i want to take my blog in after the last poll i posted and needed a little pick me up to get through the rest of this Saturday,” you inform, “you’re the pick me up.”

Stella teases as she points at herself, “Little ‘Ol me?”

“Yes you.” You joke back as you peer up at her.

“I’m flattered!”

“I know you are.”

Stella reached to cup your face, staring at you lovingly before her eyes go into slits, “what do you want?”

You laugh, “wooow! Can’t i just come say hi?”

“Sure but we’ve both been busy lately and usually don’t have the time to pop in and say hey so…what do they want?”

You push your lips out, looking away before looking back shyly at Stella who scoffs out a laugh. “Spit it out!”

“It won’t take long, but it’s a trend going on right now.”

“‘Course it is.” She nods.

You’re already pulling out your phone for her, she moves to stand behind you, still sipping on her drink before lowering her face towards your shoulder, burying her nose there for a second before you bring up one of the videos from your likes.

“So…you want me to do that?” Stella questions after getting the gist of it.

You nod, “you did always say you wanted to try new positions…”

“Whew! Stella, looks like you found somebody to match your freak?” Gallo calls out, making Stella raise her brows and whip to face the younger man.

Carver playfully shoves the dark haired man while Mouch looks confused on that terminology.

“Did I tell you to stop? Just for that, Blake! You’re all going to run it five more times.”

“Five?!” Carver calls out, “what the hell, gallo?”

Mouch slaps a gloved hand to his head in irritation.

Gallo appears sheepish at his team mates, mumbling sorries while you send a wink his way, making him quirk up a small smile at you, since you found it funny.

Stella pulls you further away from her truck, “did your supporters tell you, I couldn’t do it or somethin’?”

“I actually haven’t checked my DM’s but who gives a shit what they have to say? I just thought it would not only be cute but sexy to see you do it in your work attire.” You run a hand down Stella’s long torso.

She takes a big swish of cold brew before placing it on the floor near Squad three’s truck. Stella clasps her hands together, cracks them, and then rubs them together. “Let’s do this, babe! I gotcha, you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“Oh, I’m not worried.” You place your drink by her’s on the ground, “I know my woman’s strength.”

Stella’s always been competitive, it’s one of the things you loved about her and one of the things she did to get your attention.

“Damn straight!” Stella runs her teeth over her bottom lip, “let’s show these douchebags what I’m made of.”

You laugh, “babe, there’s no one challenging you remember?”

“Not yet. We’re about to set the standard, let’s go before I get snatched away on call!”

You stand in front of her, staring at her over your shoulder hard and she can read your mind. She fans her hand for you to turn back around, “I’ve got no plans on letting you slip through my fingers, don’t doubt me.”

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not—

It’s like you forgot that you turned the timer on and Stella’s listening while the rest of her team are being nosy and watching. You’re cut off, letting out a scream as she turns your feet up into the air, holding you there as your hands clasp your mouth, hiding your giggles before she switches you into the position where your legs are around her hips.

“Yeah!” She yells at the camera over your shoulder, holding onto you before you’re moving her face by the chin to meet your lips.

Mouch let’s out a wolf whistle with Gallo and Carver clap it up.

“Knew you had it in you, baby.” You breathe as Stella puts you down.

Stella grins, “my biggest cheerleader. You’re alright though?”

“Course!”

Gallo calls out, “I want to try next!”

“No!” Stella points at Gallo who deflates.

“Try what?” Hermann’s nasally tone is heard, followed by Ritter, Cruz, and Capp who came out behind him.

Doing what Gallo does, he tells them what you came here for and even grabs your phone to show what you two just did.

Hermann frowns, “I can do that!”

“Hundred bucks says Cindy won’t let you do it.” Stella points at the older man who scoffs at the woman.

Ritter adds, “wouldn’t it just be easier to continue on our subject right here?”

Cruz laughs, “way to make them sound like a science experiment!”

“I definitely did not mean it that way.” Ritter is apologetic while you just brush it off, knowing that the guy means no harm as you walk over trying to get your phone back from Gallo who’s showing the video to Capp now.

Capp says, “what’s so hard about that?!”

“Says the guy who got a boot stuck on his head.” Joe mutters to you.

“Exactly!” Hermann roars referring to Capp’s first response, “and Cindy would let me do that if I provided enough of those little videos you got inspired by!”

“Okay then shake my hand on it!” Stella orders already in disbelief, while Hermann huffs, slapping his hand right into Stella’s.

“Hey, I heard that.” Capp points at Joe, “and it was one time! What do you think? I’m going to drop her into the ground and they’ll get stuck?”

Your eyes go wide as Gallo hands back your phone, “um…I’m gonna go now. Plenty of work to get back to, just like you first responders!”

Quickly you turn and head back to Stella to peck her cheek before running off to pick up your drink.

“Look what you did, Capp. Scaring them off!” Mouch yells at the bald man who frowns.

Stella tries to call out to you but you just chuck up the deuces and turn around to kiss at your fingers multiple times, before throwing them towards the woman but made no motion of slowing down.

When Stella gets back to her office after a very long call, she texts you to let you know she won’t be back home until the morning so don’t wait up for her. With that she also sends a final text: you’re right, I am looking forward to something new…especially after today 🤸‍♂️🫦

It only takes you a minute to send a risqué photo right back, you in one of Stella’s favorite thong’s that made your backside look out of this world and you were doing exactly that, in a hand stand with you saying: like this? See you when you get home 😉💋

You knew just how to drive her crazy because before Stella can find the words to say, she’s placed on do not disturb—not for the rest of the night—you wouldn’t dare, not with the kind of job she does but just enough to make her sweat it out.

That Stella did as she bit down on her knuckle, burning the image of you in her mind before she locked her phone and turned it over face down on her desk. 

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METHOD MAN Power Book II: Ghost S04E01

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Hooked On You, Pt. 3

Black OC! x Woody McClain as "Cane Tejada" from Power Book ll: Ghost.

Summary: Deja was the second child of the Pierce family, sandwiched between her older sister, Diamond, and her younger sister, Destiny. The Pierces were renowned in their ways for their business in the drug cartel, with Deja's parents, Dana and Divine, at the center. Until she becomes hooked on Cane Tejada, her rival.

Warnings: Mature Content (+18)

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Deja approached Tariq's dorm room and gently rapped her knuckles against the door, glancing anxiously back and forth of the the hallway. When Tariq answered, she stepped inside, grateful for his hospitality. After shutting the door behind her, Deja took a moment to compose herself, then placed her duffle bag on Tariq's dresser. With a deep breath, she unzipped the bag and pulled out several stacks of cash held in place by red rubber bands.

After last night, Deja collected money from selling at the stash house and decided to give it to Tariq as hush money after he walked in on Cane and Deja in the bathroom. It was the only way but hopefully he won't say anything to anybody, she texted him last night that she would bring it to him at 9 in the morning, luckily Deja was on birth control so she couldn't get pregnant last night.

"Tariq, take this money, you didn't see or hear shit in that bathroom last night. Got it?" Deja spat, knowing he would snitch anyway.

"Or else what? From what I saw Tejadas and Pierces don't fuck each other in the bathroom." Tariq shot back, eyeing her up and down.

With a smirk etched onto her features and a rolling of her eyes, she shoved the barrel of the gun into his forehead, backing him up against the wall. "Or else, you'll get a bullet nigga," she spat, her eyes narrowing menacingly.

Tariq threw his hands up in a defensive gesture, quickly snatching the money from her grasp. "Fine, fine," he muttered, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "Good boy." She chuckled darkly, tucking the gun away in her purse.

"Pleasure doing business with you Tariq." She concluded coldly, grabbing the empty duffle bag as she stormed out of his dorm room, proud of herself for completing the mission and keeping this secret for long, Deja grabbed her phone out of her purse to text Cane.

Deja.🥰

Heyy baby, gave the money to Tariq and I'm on my way.🤭

Cane. 🥷🏾🖤

That's good to hear, I'll be at my penthouse waiting. I'll send you the address baby girl.😏

♡♥︎♡

The door creaks open to his room with her eyes on him as she strode across the spacious living room, "Cane!" She called out to him, closing the door behind her with a gentle click as she looked away the room for him.

Cane emerged from the bedroom with a smirk on his face, "Did it work?" he walked toward her, kissing her temple tenderly as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

Cane leads his girlfriend to the bedroom as the couple sat on his bed, "Of course it worked, I paid him enough but I don't know for how long. I do know one thing I want to be with you." Deja replied to him, passionately kissing him as he kissed her back. His hands cupped her face to gaze into her eyes deeply. Relishing in his touch.

The coffee table trembled slightly as his phone vibrated, capturing his attention. A glance at the screen revealed Monet's name showing again. With a sigh, he reached for the phone, his eyes rolling at the prospect of yet another call from her. "Hello?" he grumbled into the receiver.

"Where the hell are you?" Monet spat, her manicured hand resting on her hip. Wondering why her son was chilling right now.

"I'm in my penthouse but—"

"I don't give a fuck, what I need from you is to get here for a family meeting."

Cane let out a deep breath as he ended the call and smacked his lips in frustration.

The phone disappeared into his pocket as he told Deja, "I have to leave. My mom needs me." She nodded in comprehension. "I'll be back soon," he assured her before she playfully replied, "it's okay, I'll be here waiting for you." Deja tenderly kissed his cheek, and he left with a sense of relief.

♡♥︎♡

With a sharp gaze, Monet held the door open for her son to enter the mansion. She couldn't help but question his presence there. "What's the deal, Cane? Why are you chilling at your crib when you should be out working for me?" She tilted her head, hand on her hip.

"I was busy with making a deal, that's it." Cane retorted, shrugging his shoulders.

Monet was unconvinced by his excuse. As the door clicked shut, Cane took a deep breath, trying to hide his bubbling irritation. After Cane knew that lying was the only answer but for how long could he keep this secret about himself and Deja seeing each other behind their family's backs?

With a self-satisfied grin stretching across her face, Diana and Dru confidently marched down the hallway, her nose catching the scent of Deja's vanilla perfume lingering on his clothes.

The same fragrance she had caught the night he hastily left the town event, unmistakably identifying Deja as the source. Diana knew about his secret, and she was determined to uncover it.

"He's been busy fucking Deja, that's for sure," Diana sneered, her gaze scanning her brother from head to toe. Leaning her back against the wall, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Diana, what that fuc—" Cane was cut off by Monet shooting him a dirty look, "All this time you've been fucking Deja when I told yo' ass to stay away." She bellowed firmly, shaking her head in disapproval.

Cane narrowed his gaze at his sister and then his mom, knowing that he had been caught. He had been seeing Deja for months now, despite Monet's strict orders to stay away from her. He couldn't try to end things, he couldn't resist her charm and beauty. But now, with Diana on his case, he knew that he was in deep trouble.

Monet shook her head in disappointment. "You know the rules, Cane. You can't be with her. She's from the rival family," she reminded him sternly.

Diana smirked, enjoying the drama. "Looks like we have a little Romeo and Juliet situation on our hands," she taunted, relishing in her brother's discomfort.

"Shut the fuck up Diana!" Cane and Monet shouted in unison. Fed up with her already.

Cane knew that he couldn't do anything to fix this mess. He loved Deja, he wasn't going to let their families' feud come between them. If only he had figured out a way to make things right.

"Either you're with us or you're against us Cane," Monet stated firmly, her eyes blazing with anger.

As his mother's hurtful words spilled out, he quickly retreated towards the exit, his hand clutching the doorknob tightly as he turned it and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Monet was left with Dru and Diana, who stood by her side, gently patting her back. "Are you okay, Mom?" Diana asked, noticing the uncertainty etched on her mother's face.

"I'm good, he'll be back though."

♡♥︎♡

Cane sauntered into the luxurious living room of his penthouse, his gaze fixed on Deja, who was engrossed in a movie on Tubi. He stealthily tiptoed around the couch and planted a deep and passionate kiss on her lips.

Their lips parted with a smack, leaving Deja to raise her eyebrows and inquire, "Your family knows about us, don't they?" Her soft thumbs gently caressed his cheeks, expressing her love for him.

"Diana snitched on me when she smelled your perfume and shit went downhill from there.." Cane trailed off, not wanting to admit to his mistake.

Deja's expression turned serious as she understood how his family can be at times like this. "Cane, you know what this means. Our families won't accept us being together," she said, her voice laced with concern.

Cane nodded, knowing that they were both in a difficult position. "I know, but I can't let go of you," he said, his voice filled with determination.

Deja smiled, feeling the love and sincerity in his words. "Then we'll figure it out together," she said, holding his hand tightly.

Cane smiled back, relieved to have her by his side. They both knew that their love would face many obstacles, but they were willing to fight for it. They had each other, and that was all that mattered. "You're the only one that I want to be with baby.." Cane spoke softly, his teeth caught in between his lips.

She knew that Cane was the one she wanted and she had to tell her family one day but for now, Deja wanted to enjoy this moment with him.

"I want to be with you too."

♡♥︎♡

Her bare back pressed against the navy blue bedsheets as his hands held her hips firmly in place. Cane's slim hips rolled rapidly and roughly into her, his face buried in the curve of her neck as he left deep purple love marks on her melanated skin. With a strong grip on her neck, he resumed his merciless thrusts, eliciting a girlish moan from her lips. Pulling her face close to his, he kissed her messily, delighting in the sound of her loud moans and the feeling of her wet walls clenching around his dick.

He could feel her body tense up with each thrust, and he knew she was close. With a devilish grin, he slowed down his movement, teasing her with shallow thrusts until she was begging for more. "Cane pleaseee..." Deja stammered out, He couldn't resist her pleas for long, and soon he was plunging into her, latching his mouth around her erect nipple as she cried out in pleasure. His hands found their way to her thighs, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her wet walls

with all his might. Deja's moans grew louder and more frenzied.

He hovered over her while his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap. With her arms draped around his neck, she rolled her hips against his, feeling the thickness of him as her fingernails dug into his back. Each sway and dip of his hips sent waves of pleasure through her body as he penetrated her pussy, eliciting soft moans from her lips. "Cane," she gasped, throwing her head back. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, thrusting his slim hips in perfect rhythm with hers, determined to get every last drop of her wetness.

Flows of tears streamed down Deja's rosy cheeks, her legs trembling beneath her, as her walls stretch out. The sound of angels singing echoed in her ears as she gasped, "Baby, please, I'm so close." Her lips were parted and her eyes fluttered as she waited for him to give her release. "Let it go, beautiful," he moaned, as she ground her hips against him, the wetness between her thighs creating a squelching sound that filled the room. As his pace quickened, she could feel the knot building inside her until she exploded in a burst of white cream that coated his thick manhood. He pulled out swiftly and came on her stomach.

Deja stretched her arms out and collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as Cane collapsed next to her. She invited him to rest his head in the crook of her neck as they wrapped their arms around each other. Cane flipped them over, allowing Deja to take charge. As she giggled and playfully kneaded his cheeks with her thumbs, Cane murmured, "My girl," biting his bottom lip. Deja tenderly replied, "My man," and kissed him twice on the lips.

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Please excuse any grammar mistakes ❤️

[blackmensuited]

[narcobarbies]

ALIX LAPRI AS EFFIE MORALES IN POWER BOOK II: GHOST || EGO DEATH (4x05)

[gallners]

WOODY MCCLAIN as CANE TEJADA POWER BOOK II: GHOST, 4.07 "I Can't Fix This"

[miss-lauryn-hill]

LAUREN BALDWIN OUTFIT APPRECIATION

[ponytailcoby]

RIP Cane/Brayden you were bigger than the whole sky

[bucksaiga]

Thinking about how Effie waited for Cane at his house while he went and proposed to another woman and then had sex with her

In all fairness, this is Effie's fault because Cane paid her tuition and then pretended to be a lawyer to visit her in jail when she was arrested, and she told him he didn't mean anything to her even though he made it clear he was madly in love with her and wanted to be by her side. Baby you can't want him after the fact...you're both being silly.

This ship has stressed me out since the beginning and I was constantly called delusional for shipping them (even before they hooked up, even while she was with Tariq) and I don't care! Leave me and my toxic comfort ship alone.

[cloveroctobers]

my man rates my outfits — MULTI [Fall Randoms] 🤎

A/N: just something random I decided to write for fun on my lunch break + slightly influenced by YouTuber: Isimeme Edeko’s recent video she did with her husband lol. I hope you enjoy this mess!

Synopsis: you’re a content creator who has a theme for every occasion and decide to get your man’s reactions on certain fits — OR — your man catches you rocking particular outfits.

WARNINGS: language, suggestive themes, flirting, + x fem reader!

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[ROMAN] —

You were throwing ass to Ms. Ponytail who appeared on your playlist funny enough as you stood in one of your many outfits in your kitchen. Of course you got side tracked, filming a OOTN (outfit of the night), after your stomach basically told you to feed them before you ended up kissing the floor from lack of nutrients.

“Now what is going on in here?” A voice boomed as the song finished.

Whipping around like a deer in headlights with a truffle chip against your lips, you spotted your husband standing on the other side of the kitchen island, leaning on his elbows as he watched you in delight.

You warn after bringing the chip into your mouth, “You need to stop sneaking up on me, if you know what’s good for you.”

“You are…I was just enjoying the show. Especially that last bit.” Joe flashed his pretty teeth at you.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you finished chewing, “You could have seen it up close and personal if you did the trend with me but you preferred the gym.”

Joe would do very little trends with you, he enjoyed the ones more where you danced and he got to watch from behind…also he liked the ones where he got to show off his strength.

“I mean…with all that movement back there I wouldn’t mind another rep.” The bun wearing man licks his lips, pushing back from his elbows, “And that dress mmm…”

You’re wearing a skinny strapped two printed mini dress that definitely showcased your cleavage and clung to your waist nicely as you explain, “i was filming date night outfits.”

Joe hums again, caressing his facial hair as he starts making way around the counter, which made you step to the other side, earning you a taunting grin, “We can consider what we’re about to do a date night if you want?”

Clapping your hands together, you wagged a finger at your husband who immediately made you his prey, “No, Joe! I have to pick the kids up at four.”

He checked the watch on his wrist, while you tried to tip toe backwards, “Uh, uh, where you going?”

“I got to get back to work.” You tried to convince.

Joe chuckled to himself, “I know we both got something that the both of us can work out…and our main problem is still having seats open at the table so why not fill them up?”

He then charged at you with laughter that boomed from his chest, tossing you right over his shoulder. Honestly you thought five kids was enough but if you asked Joe, he didn’t feel like there needed to be any limits.

“Joe!” You squealed after he slapped a hand to your backside and gave it a nice wiggle after it bounced back against his hand, “We don’t have time—

“We’ll make time. I need to see more of them outfits after I’m done with you…but this one might be my favorite.” He admits as he easily walks with you around the house in search of the bedroom.

Sighing you claw at your husband’s back as he felt you trying to slide out of his hold, “Don’t you tear this shit, Joe. I mean it. The other one you messed up is still on back order.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll be alright.” He says, kicking the bedroom door closed before sliding you face to face in his arms, still holding onto you, leaving you to initiate the kiss after staring into his loving eyes.

It was safe to say, this date night outfit got a dick stamp of approval.

[JEY] —

the theme was: thanksgiving, you were already stressing out about some fits to wear a week before the big festivities, whereas Jey was more relaxed about it all. Don’t get it wrong, he likes to show out but he didn’t see the need in stressing over things weeks before they transpired. He would pick what he was wearing the week of or a few days prior.

However he didn’t mind helping you pick out what to wear either. Just based off the first outfit, you showed off as you approached from around the couch, there was amusement in Jey’s dark eyes.

He sings, “Okay, purple rain! Purple rain!”

Immediately your smile dropped as Jey continued grinning at you.

“What?”

Jey licked his lips, pressing his elbows into his knees as he surveryed you in some Metallic purple boots and a lilac blazer dress. It didn’t look bad…he just didn’t think it gave what it was supposed to give.

“Why you wearing purple? Aren’t you supposed to go for darker tones? Mustard yellows, chocolate browns, tans? I heard the color for this season is wine or something along those lines.” Jey explains, as he trails his eyes up the length of your legs.

Your arms are folded now, “That’s boring!” You start, while Jey raises his brows to peek at the wine tortoise colored set on your nails, which you folded behind your back, “I wanted to switch it up with the dark tones and do something fresh.”

Jey slowly nods his head, while he caressed his beard, “I get that ma but you did say the theme was thanksgiving and this got prince written all over it.”

He’s laughing again and it’s working your nerves.

“…It sure does smell like hater in here.” You sass, making Jey scoff.

“What’s with the attitude? You asked me to give you my opinion and this is just the first fit right? Let me see the other ones…as long as they ain’t all purple.” Jey mutters that last bit but you caught it.

Scowling you say, “No, I don’t think i will! You’re not going to get the privilege to see the other options since you just tried to drag me. I didn’t know we had Tyra Uso in the building.”

Jey snickers, not believing that you were this pressed over him not feeling the first outfit for the theme. He never said it was ugly or anything like that, the colors were off if you compared the blazer and the shoes but it still somehow worked. He just didn’t see it for thanksgiving but you were not trying to hear it.

Maybe he should have cut back on the laughing but he stood by his Prince comment. You chuck the gingerbread cookie pillow right at his face on your way out of the living room.

“Aye! There ain’t no need to get disrespectful, alright?” Jey was on his feet now, reaching over the couch in attempt to latch onto your wrist but you side stepped him.

He wasn’t the only athlete in this house!

“Y/N, you can’t be seriously pissed at a jokey joke?!” Jey held onto the edge of the couch as he watched you retreat around the corner to head back to your office/second closet.

Just as he heard the door creaking you yelled, “I’m going to get the opinion of a true fashion head instead because my husband is the worst!”

And with a slam of the door, Jey just shook his head to himself at how sensitive you wanted to be today, letting out a small laugh to himself, followed by a sigh, he plopped down on the couch just to be notified that you were on tiktok live, talking to your supporters instead.

Of course Jey tuned right in.

[TERRY] —

“Ol’ heffa!” You hiss, tossing more clothes behind you.

Terry dodges a heel that could have caught him right in the face but ends up catching a balled up jumpsuit? That was closer to hitting his face.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

You spin to the voice, hands on your hips, and half dressed.

“That heffa.” You balled up a fist, while Terry got closer to you, eyes wide as he glanced at the mountain of clothes that decorated the floor.

“I see you’ve been spending too much time at the salon with the aunties.” Terry attempted to joke, while you appeared as if you just wanted to swing on something or someone, “Alright…take a deep breath for me.”

Peering up into his spring green hues while he rubbed at your bare shoulders, you followed his coaching of breathing before letting out a groan.

“I told you I didn’t like our neighbor to the left but she personally handed me this grand invitation to her Christmas gala, like she does every year.” You begin to tell your fiancé.

Terry slowly nods, not understand what the issue is but keeps quiet, knowing you’ll tell him.

“She threw a jab at us, Terry!” You exasperate, “‘It’ll be nothing like your Christmas party last year, no itchy ugly sweaters and full glam for the greater good. You know what that’s like right?’ She had the nerve to say that to me?! She basically called us tacky like I won’t MINK her brain into a slushie! She don’t know who she’s messing with, T. My mom told me to cast the demon out and my auntie told me to ring around the Rosie that hoe but I heard your voice in my head instead.”

Terry felt a smile tickling its way onto his full lips, “Oh yeah?”

“Told her we’re not attending this year, we will donate to the foundation because that’s what it’s truly about, to help support HIV and aids, not acting like it’s a fashion show.” You respond making Terry nod his head at you taking the high road, “Then I took her invitation, put it in a blender, dumped it into a mason jar, with a red ribbon and put into her mailbox for her barely twenty-one year old boyfriend of the month to bring in for her.”

Terry dropped his head followed by the closing of his eyes, “You didn’t.”

“I told you I didn’t want to move to the suburbs but she keeps messing with me and I refuse to be shaded or bullied. I get along with pretty much everyone, except for her minions and that—

“Heffa?” Terry finished for you, which you pointed into the air with a dip of your head.

You knew your man would just get it.

“They’re just trying to get up underneath your skin since we’re the newbies in town. Don’t let them win.”

Tilting your head to the side you say, “Did you not block our neighbor across the street in with the truck because he kept blowing his leaves across the street into our yard? Even stood in front of his car after he tried to drive over his lawn to get away from you?”

“I don’t recall that.” Terry grinned at you while you stared at him in disbelief, “You just gotta teach people how to treat you.”

“Exactly! And if she keeps it up, I’ll cancel Christmas real quick for her.”

Terry laughs, pulling you into his chest to sooth you, “Relax, Tasmanian Devil. I got something that might uplift your spirts though.”

Gift giving was something Terry often did. It was always, “I saw this and thought of you,” and it could be little trinkets or snacks or anything that you enjoyed. He never missed with whatever he brought home.

It’s his black tux that he planned to wear to a friend’s wedding that was happening the day before Christmas Eve. He pulled it up from the bed and you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face now.

“I’ve been in here nearly all day trying on dresses for Crystal and Sherrod’s wedding and you’ve been holding out on this info?!” You touch the protective bag that contains the suit, “Try it on while I get the wine and the ones.”

Terry chuckles as you start to scurry out of the room, “And for my services of modeling this for you, can I help pick your fit since you seem to be having a hard time?…which shouldn’t be with all these damn clothes you got.”

“Be quiet, Terry. You better be lucky I’m not a bridesmaid, or else you and your little friend to the left might see hell.”

Terry gives you a side eye, “She ain’t a friend of yours so she ain’t a friend of mine.”

“And that’s one of the many reasons why I’m marrying you,” you sigh dramatically while Terry just shakes his head at you, shooing you out of the room, to start unzipping the suit.

When you return with two glasses and a bottle, you make yourself comfortable, glimmering legs crossed over the other while you cheered Terry on in his all black attire.

He sips at the red, carefully putting the glass back down on the nightstand and decides to change back out of his clothes, not wanting to mess anything up, although you both had weeks to go before your friends’ wedding, he still wanted to take precautions, not wanting to cause any more stress to you as well.

“What about this?” Terry questions, pulling up a black lace piece, “We’ll be coordinating.”

You were leaning on one of your elbows and laugh, “I could do a red lip but…If I wear that dress, we probably wouldn’t be attending the wedding.”

It still had a tag on it too.

“Just adds more excitement to spreading love that day and later…” he winks at you, while you feel your body getting hot, even half dressed.

Terry holds it up by the straps with both pointer fingers, “…Get up, it’s your turn to show me why you’re a million out of ten.”

You smirk as you sit up, “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Don’t I know it,” His eyes followed your movements with ease, as you plucked the dress from his hands, leaning up to let your nose brush against his, and just when Terry was ready to put his hands on your hips, you quickly slipped out of reach and circled around him.

It was his turn to lounge on the ottoman in front of the bed, enjoying his view as you got dressed up for him.

[CANE] —

“The fuck you got on?!”

“Now Lorenzo.”

“Don’t do that.”

“I know you better correct that bass in your tone.”

“And what’s gon’ happen if I don’t?” Cane quizzes, pushing off his knees on the edge of the bed to fold his hands underneath his armpits.

You side eyed him and he had no problem matching your energy.

After a tense silence you sigh, “Stop being extra and rate my fit!”

Cane scratched at his brow as he mumbles, “Was that not what I was just doing?”

You huff, “Your delivery is whack.”

“No, that outfit is.”

Your mouth drops open, as you looked over your shoulder at the mirror behind you before turning fully to look at what you put together. You sported a suede brown frayed jacket, a blue and white pin stripped blouse underneath that was left unbuttoned enough to show cleavage, baggy light-wash jeans, pointed toe boots, a multi colored silk scarf tied over your head, and a suede tote bag to go with it.

“What’s wrong with it? The theme is: bonfire in The West or Midwest.”

Cane sucked his teeth, “We’re in New York, cowboy Carter, in case your ass forgot.”

“Not for long!” You sing song, already excited for where you were spending Christmas.

Christmas’ in the city was of course special but the both of you desperately needed a vacation and Cane already hinted that Christmas would be your next vacation together. He just didn’t tell you where yet or even what to pack, although you kept pushing for some details, he kept that information on lock.

“I ain’t going nowhere where we might turn up buried alive for the buffalo to feast on, that includes: Utah, Nebraska, or at that cult bullshit Kanye likes to chill at.” Cane informed while you rolled your eyes.

“Wyoming, babe.” You sigh before posing in the mirror, “I’m not jumping to those areas particularly but i know I look good and nailed it.”

Cane snorts with a shrug of his shoulders, “If you say so.”

“You still didn’t tell me what you don’t like about it.”

Cane blinked at you, as you turned back around, posing as if that was going to change his mind. “For one I don’t like that jacket and that stupid ass scarf. So you lose points for that. You’re better off wearing my durag than that.”

Scrunching up your lips you respond, “You don’t get the theme. If I wanted to do streetwear then maybe. This is western with a touch of chic, babe. Keep up.”

“You wouldn’t normally wear that shit.” He argued, yanking on one of the fringes, making you stumble forward.

Whacking him with your bag you debate, “Maybe not but if there’s a code, you know I’m gonna body it. Just wait until I get you into some cowboy boots, then you’ll understand.”

“Some what?” Cane felt his own face scrunching up, “You ain’t never catching me in those corny shits.”

“If we’re heading to Utah for Christmas—

“It damn sure ain’t Futah and stop fishing, I’m not telling you shit until December 1st.” Cane told you, making you suck your teeth and stomp your feet.

He laughed at you, loving to see you squirm.

“So?” You urged him to give a score.

Cane went silent, taking his time to see the effort you put in. Although he liked to give you crap, he knew his girl could dress. He wasn’t a fan of this style but he already pointed out what he did like from the outfit.

“…I give you a solid six.”

“A six?!” You exasperated, “you’re supposed to always say a 10 outta 10.”

“I would be lying.”

“Wooow.” You tossed the bag on the bed next to Cane, tongue pressed into your cheek, slightly annoyed.

Your boyfriend chuckles at you, pulling you by the hand so that you’re positioned right in between his knees, “I ain’t say you weren’t cute…just that this ain’t Texas.”

A crooked smile plays on your lips then, as you grip cane’s face, “We’re going to H-Town?!”

“Did I say—

Cane starts but is cut off by your kisses full of excitement, which would soon turn heated.

He was fine in that moment letting you believe whatever you wanted.

[BARRY] —

Barry had to do a double take as you strutted around his trailer, searching for something.

“Aye.”

Your head snaps up as you’re on your knees, looking underneath the kitchen table. “Hey Bear, didn’t hear you come in. Have you seen my swirl hoops? Otherwise I’m just going to have to put my Dr. Pepper ones in.”

You’re bending over again and Barry can’t help but to be a peeping Tom. You’re dressed in a dark pinstriped denim corset, and a white flowy skirt that did not leave much to the imagination when you’re down on all fours. You always did say if anyone could see your birthmark, then that means your bottom half was probably too short. However that didn’t apply if you stood upright!

He didn’t know what earrings you were talking about, at all and he didn’t even care.

“Where you goin’ in that?” Barry ignored your question with a question of his own.

Bouncing back on your feet, you spin, skirt twirling as you did so, sitting on the nook chair to slip your feet into your shoes, “It’s girl night, I’m going out.”

“Oh word? I thought you said that brat girl summer shit was over.” Barry slouches on the couch, exhausted from his day at work.

You laugh, “It’s not just a trend, it’s a lifestyle.”

Barry snorts, “Yeah, whatever that means. You look good as hell, though.”

You smile at him in thanks, heading to the back to swap the one swirl earring for your signature Dr. Pepper earrings that you made (along with other styles) and sold online instead. Barry is behind you, leaning in the doorway as you peek at him in the mirror.

“Can I help you?” You tease while Barry shamelessly runs his eyes over the back of your thighs.

He nods, “Yeah, I’m sure you can. By cancelling your plans to hang out with me instead.”

“Oh no.” You whip around after latching onto the bathroom spray, “Kie already said you would try and pull this in the group chat after the pics I sent. Which is why I hoped I would be gone before you came in. You did this last month and I’m not folding this month so control yourself.”

Barry can’t help the dimple that pokes out as he keeps his arms folded, “I ain’t hear much complaining from you then, baby doll.”

“We deserve a girls night, don’t ruin this, please!” You kept the spray aimed right at your boyfriend, almost sitting on the pedestal sink.

Barry wouldn’t be selfish, although he definitely envisioned what the both of you could get into in this cramped bathroom. The both of you heard the horn beeping obnoxiously but the both of you kept your eyes on each other instead.

“Fine, I’ll let you go.” Barry says, “You gotta give me some lovin’ first.”

Turning your eyes into slits you cautiously step forward, making sure the bathroom spray is pressed into his chest, as you leaned forward to smooch his lips.

Of course Barry let the quick kisses last for only a few seconds before he really latched his hands onto you. He let his hands roam all over your body before pulling back to the point there was a bit of saliva that separated you.

“Have fun but don’t you dare let nobody up on what’s mine, you hear me?” He let go of your jaw and licked at the corner of your swollen mouth, “Well don’t just stand there, go on, get!”

With a slap of your ass, which made you jump, you side stepped your boyfriend who had a smug grin on his face, knowing that he would be on your mind while you’re hanging with your girls.

It was all part of the plan.

Cleo was surprisingly in the driver’s seat of Kiara’s pathfinder and as soon as you got into the passenger side, the girls all peered at you.

“Girl!” Kiara starts.

Followed by Sarah who was sitting on the floor behind the driver’s side appearing a little ill as she motioned to her mouth, “You got a little—

You shushed them with a finger up in the air while you pulled on the drop down mirror, “Not a word.”

Which erupted snickers between your friends before Cleo turned the music up.

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FIN.

[ticalsstallion]

Method Man

- photographed by Kareem Black for The Washington Post.

[xothemedia]

Power Book II: Ghost 3x8 | “Sacrifice”

[notapradagurl7]

Hooked On You. Pt.1

Black OC! x Woody McClain as "Cane Tejada" from Power Book II: Ghost.

Summary: Deja was the second child of the Pierce family, sandwiched between her older sister, Diamond, and her younger sister, Destiny. The Pierces were renowned in their ways for their business in the drug cartel, with Deja's parents, Dana and Divine, at the center. Until she becomes hooked on Cane Tejada, her rival. Reader's Name: Deja.

(a/n: Here is a mini-series for this fine man right here! Please likes, reblogs and comments are encouraged, don't forget to support. Make a request if you like, don't be scared to show some love! I don't bite )

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @siqueth @angelsdiaury @kenshisluvrgirl @kindofaintrovert @kumkaniudaku @beenathembo @satoruya @henneseyhoe @sageispunk @hxneyclouds @playgurlxoxo @planetblaque @blackmissfrizzle @blackerthings @blackgrlmagic @xblackreader @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @uzumaki-rebellion @blackelysian @mayorsavagelit @phomoe @niordollie @soufcakmistress @tvchi

@westside-rot @mama-2001

                   

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Her black timberlands clicked up the concrete steps, the wind brushed against her richly pigmented face. Her manicured hand gripped the brass doorknob and strolled into the medium-sized living room. Her brown pupils scanned the space, taking in the four amber-orange painted walls surrounding her, the walls were adorned with a few family picture frames and artwork. The scent of weed and cologne filled her nostrils while the door slammed shut behind her. Her eyelids widened in shock.

With lightning-fast reflexes, she spun on her heel and retrieved her sleek Beretta Model 81 from her handbag. Waving the gun, she pressed it firmly against his forehead, her face dark and threatening. she recognized the man before her, her eyes narrowed and she smacked her lips in distaste. "You're not exactly who I want to see right now," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "It's like that now? You ain't happy to see me, baby?" Cane grinned mischievously, his fingers deftly moving the gun away from his forehead. Unfazed by her fierce demeanor, he met her glare head-on.

The notorious drug dealer, Cane Tejada, was both her sworn enemy and secret lover. As the oldest son of the powerful Tejada dynasty, his influence was felt throughout the city.

"What the fuck do you want Cane? I'm busy right now, and aren't you supposed to be talking with your mom or still stalking Tariq around his campus?" Deja snapped bitterly, uninterested in his presence.

Deja was the second child of the Pierce family, sandwiched between her older sister, Diamond, and her younger sister, Destiny. The Pierces were renowned in their ways for their business in the drug cartel, with Deja's parents, Dana and Divine, at the center.

Despite their initial hopes of steering their daughters toward higher education, the girls all eventually became entangled in the family business. Growing up quickly, their gentle natures were hidden behind their cutthroat tendencies.  Diamond was the cool and cutthroat one, while Deja exuded a silent but deadly intelligence. Meanwhile, Destiny was the most ruthless and cunning of the trio. These sisters were the epitome of a little sugar, spice, and everything not so nice.

The Pierce and Tejada families had been at odds for as long as anyone could remember. If any member of either clan happened upon the other, an altercation was sure to follow - and it wouldn't be pretty. But unknown to their parents and siblings, Deja and Cane had been engaging in a secret rendezvous. Their first intimate encounter was meant to be a one-time thing, but Cane couldn't resist the urge to see her again.

The problem was that Deja was just as hooked as he was. She couldn't stop thinking about how he had touched her and the intense way they had locked eyes and lips. They were like addictive drugs to each other, and now they were hopelessly entangled.

It was one night at some random party, after a few drinks and almost killing each other but there were too many people around. The two of them ended up in a drunken make-out session and had the best-drunk sex in the bathroom, that night was one to remember but left them wanting more. Guilt settled in Deja after the first night but shortly faded away when they crossed paths, he longed for her touch while she tried to forget about him.

The forbidden lovers have been seeing each other ever since that first night, it was real bad.

Deja sported a black tee long-sleeved shirt and matching hoodie that hugged her frame, while her black jeans pooled around her legs. Her ginger box braids swayed at her elbows, and a black beanie kept her head warm against the upcoming cold weather. Black timberlands adorned her feet, tied neatly in a little bow. A gold necklace with her initial 'D' hung around her neck, and small glinting gold hoop earrings slowly swung from her ears. Her lips sparkled with clear lip gloss, completing her edgy yet chic look.

"First of all, My mom is too busy with her own shit anyway, and fuck that bitch ass nigga Tariq, I'm only here to see you and what your fine ass is up to.." Cane flirted seductively, his eyes raking down to her backside. She had a hold on him that he seem to couldn't shake.

"It was one night Cane! I have a boyfriend now, so this little fling between me and you is dead. You know damn well we can't be seen together because of our families right?" Deja snapped, her words filled with bitterness as she knew he didn't care about the gravity of their situation.

Cane's annoyance grew, his face twisted in frustration. He rolled his eyes at her and strode towards her with his arms folded behind his back. His head shook disapprovingly as he let out a tsk under his breath. She lifted her head, only to have him press his hand against the wall above her, causing her steps to stumble and hit the wall behind her.

"You're cute when you try to act tough. Clearly, he ain't fucking you right the way I do..." Cane whispered into her ear, relishing in her bashful blush on her face. "That nigga doesn't know how to handle you the way I do. You're mine." He declared, licking his lips with possessiveness.

Deja clutched her gun in her hand while it was still hanging at her sides, she wanted to smack him across with her gun to shut him up but she remained still and silent, "That's bullshit. You think I'm yours just 'cause we fucked? Boy please..." She fibbed, she knew he was right, he was only one that can handle her, her mind replayed memories of their recent tryst.

"Are you really going to let me be wrong without even walking out that door?" Cane teased, a sly smirk playing on his lips as she gripped the collar of his black hoodie with her hands.

Without a second thought, she pulled him in and pressed her lips against his, the passion between them igniting like a spark in the night. As they kissed, she couldn't help but moan with pleasure, the temptation too strong to resist.

♡♥︎♡

"Deja, are you okay?"

She heard her older sister's voice, Deja lifted her head from her phone and swiftly tucked it away in her pocket. She adjusted her beanie, attempting to conceal the exhaustion that lingered on her face. "I'm fine," Deja replied with a forced grin. However, her response was far from the truth.

"Are you sure that you're alright? After all, didn't you stop by the stash house and go to Romeo's house?" Diamond asked in concern, Her attention was drawn to the dark purple marks on her neck, indicating that it was Romeo, given their nearly six-month relationship.

"Yep I did, Romeo loves to leave hickeys on my neck when we fuck sooo..." Deja chuckled sheepishly, she tried to mask the scent of weed and cologne from her clothes with a spritz of rose-scented perfume on her neck and attire.

Diamond's eyes grew wide as her sister's words hit her. She instinctively held up her hands in defense. "Gross, okay, okay! Spare me the details. If you didn't want to talk about it, you could have just said so," Diamond retorted. She quickly changed the subject, "By the way, there's a party for Destiny tonight. She's really hoping you can make it, if you're not busy with Romeo or selling at the stash house." Diamond left the room, giving her sister a small smile.

With a frustrated groan, Deja collapsed onto her mattress, the springs creaking beneath her weight. She couldn't stand the burden of hiding this forbidden affair from her loved ones any longer.

Yet, whenever she was with Cane, the guilt seemed to scatter, replaced by a thrilling feeling. She yearned for his touch and the rush it brought her. But tonight, she hoped to avoid him. Her phone buzzed, and she fished it out of her pocket, heart racing as she saw the sender's name: Cane.

Cane. 🥷🏾🖤

Text me back whenever you want to see me again.😏

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Deja decided to stay home and told her family that she was spending time with Romeo which was a lie, it was better than the painful truth that her enemy blowing her back out and his dick was out of this world that she couldn't tell nobody. She couldn't go to the party because he could show up and get himself killed but to Cane, Deja's pussy was so good that he had to hit it again and risk it all.

Deja was startled by a sharp tapping on her window, causing her to flinch and quickly turn her gaze in that direction. There, standing outside with a smirk on his face was Cane, and Deja's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Without hesitation, she rushed over to the window and slid it open, allowing him to climb inside. "Cane?" he stepped into her medium-sized bedroom, Cane scanned the space with a curious eye.

"Is your family home?" Cane asked her, sliding the window back down behind him.

"No they're not home but what are you doing here?" She asked him, as if she didn't know the real reason.

"You know, I couldn't stay away," Cane replied, his voice low and seductive. "I need you, Deja."

Deja knew she should push him away, but she couldn't resist. "I need you too.." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. They fell onto her bed, and Cane began exploring her body with his hands.

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Deja laid flat on the light green sheets with her delicate hands clutching the sheets beside her head. Her back arched high in the air, her stomach pressed against the soft fabric while Cane's hands held onto her wide hips. He gave her fast, rough thrusts from behind, his eyes fixed intently on her backside while it clapped against him. "Oh fuckk! Cane!" her eyes rolled back while he penetrated her pussy deeper and deeper. She felt every inch of him pulsate in between her wet walls while he passionately kissed up her arch, giving her complete pleasure. How could this be wrong when he feels so right?

She knew that she was cheating on her boyfriend and going behind her family's back but the pleasure that Cane was giving her was just too good to pass up. She could feel her body tensing up as she approached her climax, and Cane knew it too. He reached around and his thumb started to rub her clit, "I-i'm cumming!" she came undone on his thick member, As she lay there, panting and trying to catch her breath.

Cane quickly flipped Deja on her back with him slipped back into her eliciting a girlish moan from his lover while he resumed roughly ramming into her, "Oh fuckk, I love this dick.." Deja blurted in between his jagged thrusts, her fingernails digging deeper into his shoulder blades while he latched his hands around the sides of her neck, "Does he fuck you like this?" he gruffly groaned, throwing his head back from the immense pleasure, "Say it.." he spat, he roughly smacked her thigh, feeling her wetten his dick up even more causing him to darkly chuckle.

Deja's mind was a blur of pleasure while Cane resumed ramming into her. All she could see was stars when he hit that spot. She dug her heels of her feet into his back, "No, he doesn't!" she cried out, her voice rising with each thrust. Cane groaned raspily, "Say you're mine.." his fingernails digging into her thighs, seeing the pigment turn red. He plunged himself into her again and again. "I'm yoursss.." She slurred out, throwing her back into the pillow as she was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Cane's breath was in her ear, "I'm yours too..." he groaned from seeing how wet his dick was getting every time he went in and out of her, making it glisten underneath the dim light, "Damn baby.." he moaned, his slim gyrated into her wetness at a slow pace,

Deja's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for air. "I-cumming!" she announced, her body trembling underneath him. She came undone on his dick, Cane swiftly pulled out of her, he came on her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving Deja wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both tried to catch their breath. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but she didn't care. All she wanted was more of Cane's deliciously forbidden touch.

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