#trevante x black oc

[henneseyhoe]

Princess.

Trevante Rhodes x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: SUB!reader, DOM!trevante, thigh riding, size kink, breeding kink, rough s*x, reader and Tre are married but it isn’t implied, daddy kink, no protection(wrap it before ya smack it), just really nasty chile…

SUMMARY: how Trevante acts with his pretty princess <3 (I was in heat writing this, sorry in advance)

Ps. Inspo from @notapradagurl7 recent fic <3

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He’s so exhausted when he comes home from his big boy job but seeing her gives him so much energy. He just wants to pull her into his lap and hold her, letting her ramble about her day and tell him all about the new things she learned and all the things she bought when she went out shopping.

“Tell daddy what you got” He’d say as she bounced excitedly on his thighs, innocent and unknowingly waking up a demon that was kept under wraps since early that morning. He just didn’t wanna wake his baby so early. She’d go on and on about all the cute clothes she found and the purses she bought online, the good food she ate and the nap she took before he arrived. He’d listen and pretend his dick wasn’t growing hard under her ass.

How he’d run baths for her when he was home, adding her favorite scent and bubbles to the water as she’d put her hair in a ponytail to avoid wetting it. She’d ask nicely to be carried to the tub because her legs were just too sore after being fucked until she blacked out and forgot her name. Her knees also aching from being on them for so long, taking his dick deep down her throat until she choked and a strong gag forced him to pull out before he was painting her face with his cum. She already felt so full of him even with his essence leaking out of her and dripping down her thigh, there was no way she would make it to the bathroom.

When she’d do something that was on the “no-no” list and he’d make her pick her own punishments. He’d ask if she deserved an easy one and she’d nod with teary eyes, already having a stinging bottom from the spankings he gave her earlier for touching herself while he was at work. He’d shake his head with a ‘tsk’ and simply throw her over his shoulder, carrying her to their playroom.

And that time she had made him play with her, forcing a game of hide and seek before he’d give up in frustration from not finding her for over ten minutes. She’d giggle and reveal she was hiding in the coat closet the whole time and as obvious as it was, he still hadn’t found her.

He wasn’t always a nice daddy. He had his limits when she just wouldn’t listen. Those were the times where he either made her cum back to back with no break until their sheets were soaking wet or he’d refuse to let her cum at all, watching her cry and beg as he’d take the vibrator away from her swollen and overstimulated clit any time she made that face.

He loved when she was desperate for him. She was just too cute. There were times where he’d go on business trips for days and come back to her needy than ever. She’d do anything for him just to have a simple touch.

When he suspected her to have touched herself in that time of need and he’d refuse to give her what she wanted, but he’d let her ride his thigh like the needy crybaby she was. Her panties were so damn wet that when she rose up off of him she left a wet spot on his slacks, proof of how much she had came just from that little bit of release.

“You miss daddy? I know you did, princess” He smiles, those pearly whites shining at her. She melts from the sight.

He loved her reaction when he’d fill her up unexpectedly. He slams into her with that last rough stroke and she’d let a small gasp fall from those plump lips that were once glossed before Trevante had basically kissed it all off. She could feel the liquid threatening to drip from her entrance and she could only hope that was what would get her pregnant with his baby.

She couldn’t help but think of carrying his seed and getting turned on. Sometimes she’d purposely make him cum inside of her so he’d go to work with empty balls and she’d get to run errands filled to the brim with him. Sometimes she’d even stop by a few maternity stores while she was at it too, just out of curiosity(not) before scurrying off to do something else.

He was so sweet. He’d buy her gifts she had been wanting for a long time, no matter how useless or weird it was to him or anybody else, he knew she wanted it and anything princess wanted, princess got. She even had her own room, decorated how she liked with her favorite colors and favorite things.

He was only ever rough with her when she wanted him to be, which was most of the time, but there were times where she wanted to be soft too, and he supplied that also. Some small gestures like fixing the bow in her hair or helping her reach something on the top shelf….or slowly fucking into her as he cradled her head in his large hands, looking into her soft eyes while she pouted, her tummy feeling butterflies every time he’d hit her special spot. He was so tired and fucked out, but he couldn’t stop until he and his princess was drained completely.

The way he ate her out alone was soft. He licked and slurped on her pretty little pearl, complementing her on how good she tasted and how daddy could eat her for hours. She would try not to close her legs and push him away.

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[skvrpion]

Windows🔞

a co-opted fanfiction I previously wrote, now starring Trevante Rhodes

TW: drug paraphernalia, vouyerism, unprotected sex & general filthiness

Frozen rain and snow beat down on Shawna's roof as she struggled work Photoshop. Every picture she was tweaking ended up turning into a confusing mess, one exposure line would go too high, and she couldn't turn back. Winter storms kept her boredom high and thoughts on hold as she wouldn't dare leave the house for anything else.

With a defeated sigh, Shawna slid her MacBook under her bed and went for her phone that'd been charging for when seemed to be hours. Not one notification was to be found from any of her apps, not even the games she had shoved off into a folder. The only thing left was to go through her contacts and FaceTime every single person until someone picked up. Usually, it was her sister or old housemate that would end up persuading her back into editing or asking her to show them her pieces. She could always be thankful for the two when she needed them.

As Shawna began her mind-numbing quest, a faint light caught her eye from her bedroom window. It was rare she saw life coming from the outside her home, almost everyone in her neighborhood was old, dying, or extremely weird to the point that she didn't even bother staying outside after dark.

To her surprise, it wasn't a peeping tom or aliens trying to harvest her body for experimentation, but her neighbor that lived right beside her.

Trevante's blinds were always closed, no matter what time of week it was they didn't move a peep and tonight, they were wide open. From what she knew, he was a night owl with with a hulking stature. In the mornings she'd be leaving for work, his Jeep would roll in and he'd quickly depart into his home bundled in a ski jacket (it sadly never reached above 40 in their town). Shawna always wanted to stick around to see what he truly looked like, to even hear his voice and compare it to the image she'd formed in the back of her head over the months he'd been there.

For a moment, Shawna couldn't tell what she was looking at due to the bright wash of red that painted his room. As her eyes settled, the black SD card she had in her hand quickly left her grip and scattered across the floor.

She was captivated.

Trevante looked nothing like what she thought he did. He was way more mesmerizing than that.

Smooth brown skin flexed with the sharp, defined muscles that ran up his tall frame; almost like the marble statues she studied from the Renaissance. To her delight profile was chiseled flawlessly, cheek bones high and lips full. She watched quietly as he discarded everything but his pajama bottoms and stretched, taking note of each carefully built muscle could see.

‘Had he always been that jacked?’

Trevante threw himself back onto what looked like a bean bag and fiddled with something on the nightstand beside him. Shawna felt creepy for watching him, but just couldn't rip her eyes away. As he sat back once again, he drew blunt his mouth and lit the end, quickly tossing his head back into his inhale. A billow of white clouds escaped into the air above him as he let the hit go without even an ounce of hesitation. He lit it again as Shawna watched smoke pour from his mouth, then into his nose.

She had no idea her neighbor was a smoker; let alone how he kept the smell undetectable from her sensitive nose. Curiosity got the best of her as she inched closer to her window, giving her a better picture of what was unfolding right beside her. Smoke coiled around Trevante's room and slipped through his hands as he quickly finished off what was left of the blunt and laid deeper back into the chair. Weed wasn't something Shawna was interested in or used to. With Cogic parents, anything illegal she thought about doing would quickly be crushed and out the window. Even at the age of 27 they'd still come tearing her doors down if they suspected she was smoking pot.

‘Only if they knew what door it was in.’

A lightbulb went off in Shawna's head. She had the perfect idea to: A. get out of her boring house for a while, B. cross something off her bucket list and C. stare at Trevante in a more reasonable setting. Pulling her blinds shut, she ended the show and went back to her phone that'd been abandoned on her dresser.

It was time to make a game plan.

Flipping through countless unopened snapchats she landed on one story in particular that she quickly swiped left on.

Me | Can u show me how to roll up?

DeeStroyer | are pigs flying?? Wyd 👀👀👀

Me | I'm not being funny 💀 it's my neighbor

Me | I kinda spied on him

Me | he fine as hell & he was smoking with his blinds open

DeeStroyer | so you asking me to get you high so you can go over there and get some neighbor dick? sounds like a plan 😼

Me | yes and no! it's brick as fuck outside I know you not about to come to my place, I just need a way over there. If that doesn't sound too creepy.

DeeStroyer | there's only like 6 people that chief on this side of town, he probably comes into the smoke shop a lot. I'll catch him for ya freaky girl 😉

Me | jfc, thanks DD

Me | his name is Trevante!!

DeeStroyer | marked & 📝

Shawna slung herself into her bed and screamed into her pillow like a big ass kid. She may have found the cure for her boredom-fueled artist block.

Now to play the waiting game.

...

Three dreary days had passed and not once had Shawna's neighbor cracked his blinds. It wasn't going to kill her, but it was still bothering her that she hadn't seen or heard a peep of Trevante since that one night. Tonight was the same as every other night, her music was playing, a candle was burning, and she couldn't bring herself to render the perfect picture.

As she got lost in her head, her phone began to jingle and the name "De'aria😈" flashed across the screen. DD was calling her which meant the plan worked for failed miserably.

"Wassup' homieeee."

Her raspy voice struggled to keep up with her sluggish words as she laid on her futon with her hoodie covering her face. She was baked out of her mind and ready to spill the tea.

"You want news on your dream boy?"

"Yes please." Shawna said while turning her Pandora station completely off.

"Okay so one, he's fine as fuck. But like not even that he's like...super handsome. If you put him next to the sexiest man alive, boom, blown out the water.”

She paused to take a puff off the blunt she'd rolled and blew the smoke into the camera in typical high DD fashion.

"So, I was chillin' behind the counter, and he rolls in all smooth and and asks to get some wraps - oh his teeth are gorgeous. Anyway, I bullshit and act like the the case is broke so Mark could come fix it while I chatted him up for you. I asked him where he was from, and he said some shit about Louisiana - I was a little high so I really wasn't tryna pay attention. He’s thirty something and works logistics at the Med.”

Shawna clutched her imaginary pearls. That position was the most sought after in their town, with only one hospital they’d triple the average salary for the lucky fuck who landed the gig; the only catch was that they were located in the middle of nowhere.

"You gotta be some type of straight shot to move here and not go insane. So anyway, I asked where he lived since there's only three feet of town here and I told him he was right by you."

"You what?"

"Chill out peeping tom, I ain't blow your cover. I just said my really good friend had been wanting to smoke but I couldn't go see her so he could always show you if he wanted to, blah blah blah. He has your number by the way."

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

DD cackled over the phone as Shawna flushed with anxiety, it was always fun to make her friend uncomfortable.

"Calm downnn, he's gonna text you in like 5 minutes. I promise he's super chill, I just got off the phone with him and I think you'll be over there in like a day. I gotta finish this damn backwood before I burn my apartment down though. Later girl."

The FaceTime ended and Shawna was a complete mess internally. How was she going to talk to him? Spying on him was one thing but actually making contact with this man she'd fell even deeper in lust in was going to kill her. Before she could comprehend the situation, a random number popped onto her screen with a text.

hey, is this Shawna?

She held her breath, swiped right, and began to click her her keyboard, making sure she'd saved his contact as "Tre".

It was so happening. …

Shawna couldn't feel her feet.

She was walking only a few steps out to his house, but the combination of her nerves and the freezing weather had her body iced up. Her heart was racing out of her chest the closer she inched to his door, the light from inside his home pulling her in. After they ended their texts, Shawna immediately called De'aria and screamed a thank you. She raided her closet in search of something decent to wear, settling on a track suit that'd been re-gifted to her for Christmas. She bundled up and headed to her front door, getting more and more anxious the further she paced. Now she was standing at his front door with her camera bag in her left hand and her right hovering over the doorbell.

‘Just ring it you wimp.’

Her nerves got the best of her, and she pressed the glowing button twice, hoping he'd hurry up before her fingers fell off in the cold. Footsteps paced; locks jingled then the door quickly flew back to reveal a very damp Trevante.

"I was in the shower, sorry."

His voice was so deep Shawna could feel it vibrating in the back of her head, she would've screamed if De'aria was there. Without looking she shuffled into his place and was greeted by the strong smell of flowers; the smart man knew how to keep the smell of weed away from any surprise visitors.

Shawna studied his place, full of plants and odd nicknacks that'd been donated by various family members upon his sudden move. Trailing him, she realized how similar their houses were and began her picture taking. She loved scenery, it was just other people she couldn't photograph to save her life. They stopped at his room that Shawna had already seen in her creeping to collect what all they needed for the night. As her eyes darted in curiosity, a long, black cabinet with what looked like rocks and branches in it caught her eye. It was right beside his bed, and she couldn't figure out exactly what it was for. Maybe he liked nature?

"I wouldn't get too close to that." His voiced boomed from behind her. Shawna hid her startled reaction and turned her head back to catch a glance of Trevante. He was holding mason jar and an assortment of wraps, both brand new from De'aria's salesmanship earlier that day.

"Huh?

"Most people that come over don't like animals...well specifically them."

Shawna whipped her head back to the cabinet and realized it was in fact a terrarium she was staring at. Immediately she noticed a large, bright yellow snake that'd been hiding in the corner of the enclosure and another, fat, brown one that was coiled up tightly in the bottom.

"Carpet pythons. I forget they're in there sometimes."

She snapped three pictures of the serpents and left them alone, not wanting to bother whatever world they had going on in there.

"C'mon, we can match in the back,” Trevante said while eyeing his pets, "I'm really not supposed to smoke around them."

Shawna quietly made her way out of his warm abode and cut a left into what felt like the complete opposite. It was damn near pitch black besides the blue, fluorescent lights that casted a cold shadow across the room. It reminded Shawna of all those clubs she was drug to by her friends, just a little more inviting and way less crowded. Fiddling with the exposure on her camera, she snapped what at first was a box of nothing until her surroundings became fully recognizable.

A leather couch sat aside to one wall that was plastered with graphic style posters, some donning scantily clad women and drug paraphernalia. A fish tank glowed softly to the side of a record player that was across from them, and a coffee table stood neatly between it all. It was almost as if the place had been copied and pasted from an 80s movie set.

She tried for one more of the fish tank but caught Trevante in the midst of taking his hoodie off, he still hadn't dried off from his shower and the light was reflecting off his wet stomach. Shawna quickly put her camera down and hid her face in embarrassment while Trevante laughed. It's not like she hadn't seen him shirtless before.

"Sorry for flashing you. Can I see it?"

She handed him her camera and he softly smiled at the monitor; his shirt was still over his head leaving only the silhouette of his body visible.

"Send that to me later, it's nice"

Shawna got her camera back whilst a brilliant idea formed in her head.

"Hey before we start, can I take a picture of you smoking? That's really weird but it'd be cool with the lights...this room is really cool."

Trevante shrugged and plopped down into the loveseat, opening the glass jar he'd been holding on to. Now she knew why they called it loud, the smell almost making her eyes tear. Taking in the pungent aroma she took pictures of him breaking it down, subjugating her attention to the cone he gently stuffed. It was in that moment she noticed he in fact, was in grey sweats that she struggled to not further examine.

‘Bitch don't be creepy.’

The sound of the lighter flicking brought her attention back. Trevante was staring at her with a slight grin which made her face flush hot. Thank God it was cold out or she’d died of a stroke heat stroke then and there.

"You good?"

Shawna quickly nodded and held her camera close to her face, trying hard to conceal a smile that was working its way through her cheeks. Doing the same as he did the previous nights ago, Trevante lit the end of the joint and inhaled smoothly. To make the pictures more interesting he blew a large cloud of smoke that almost obscured the lens view. Shawna had no idea how it was possible to keep that much in his lungs, but she was soon going to find out.

"I feel like a model," he mumbled while flashing his teeth through the haze, "come here. Before I get too high."

Shawna's stomach dropped as she put her camera aside. She was about to be extremely close to a breathtaking man that she barely even knew outside of passing. All she could hear was De'aria bagging on her if she bitched out, tonight was not the night she'd fail. She slid next to him and sunk into the seating, unzipping her hoodie just a little bit to let some air hit her skin. Along with her nervousness, she was starting to break a sweat and had completely forgot about the thick jumpsuit she'd put on.

Relaxing, Shawna took the still lit joint from him and let it hang off her lip. He noticed and cocked his eyebrow before moving over to spark the flame again.

"De'aria?”

"Yeah, I punked out a lot."

"Well, you ain’t got to now, I got you,” he ensured, “Just go slow, inhale when I say...go."

A rush of warm smoke flooded Shawna's throat as she slowly pulled inwards, taking note to double tap before handing it off. Her lungs, however, almost gave out before she could exhale forcing her to cough into the collar of her shirt. Head rushing with endorphins, she'd was astonished by somehow surviving her first real toke of weed. Trevante replaced the spliff with a water bottle and laughed, making Shawna flush hot again. It was something about his smile that flipped her insides around and she really wanted him to keep doing it. She let him smoke a little more while she caught her breath and stared in awe as he French inhaled. She usually thought it looked stupid when people played with smoke, but he made it look sexy. He passed it back for her to finish the rest, but she willfully denied.

Being high was different for everyone, for Trevante it made everything feel good. From cramming numbers to partying he found solstice in the euphoric feeling. Shawna on the other hand was skeptic but quickly found her discernment to be highly false; whatever she was feeling had begun to creep down her body and into her chest. Warmth was the best way she could put it, and her thoughts? They were everywhere but where she currently was, only being able to focus on Tre’s inexplicably huge arms flexing as he ashed the joint.

"You high already?" he snickered softly beside her.

Instead of forming words that would've made absolutely no sense she opted to nod. Being high didn't seem so bad, not as bad as her dad stressed it was. Thinking of him, she started laughing again and ran her fingers through her braids, forgetting what it even was that had started her giggle fest. Trevante had gotten up to put a record on, as he always did when he smoked in here. Through the dim lights Shawna could make out an old school album and closed her eyes as the record scratched on. How he was even capable of standing was blowing her mind, she could barely type a text out on her phone which now felt microscopic in her hand.

As if Cupids angels had alerted who she was thinking about, De'aria's contact number popped onto her screen as her FaceTime rang.

"Uh oh." Trevante said while taking his seat back next to her, this time way closer. His arm was draped behind her neck when De'aria connected, making the matchmakers eyes go wide. Shawna popped a headphone in and only caught part of what her friend was saying.

"-ich are you high?! And is that his arm behind you?!"

She could only laugh, causing DD to explode in screams. The plan sounded like an L waiting to happen, but it actually worked.

"I can hear music playing, please tell me you tapping that tonight?"

"Shh shut up!" Shawna whispered while bringing her finger to her mouth. It's not like either of them could hear what the hell she was saying.

"This is great, bitch I gotta smoke another one for this. Don't call me unless you got some dick!"

De'aria ended the phone call abruptly, taking Shawna back to her home screen which was currently moving around. Instead of fiddling with it she placed it next to her and turned to meet Trevante's glossed over eyes. It was then she got a full view of his face and took in every detail she could; he really did have a perfect smile, and his beard was well taken care of. She even noted his eyes scanning her chest before he averted his attention elsewhere.

"You smacked," he said while fishing his lighter back out his pocket, "I rolled a dutch if you don’t mind the tobacco smell. You in or you done?"

"I'm aight." Shawna half mumbled; half laughed. To be truthful, the more she watched him smoke the more she found herself imaging what his lips felt like elsewhere. She questioned taking more pictures but gave up on the idea entirely as he made a sudden reach for her camera. He wanted to be nosy too - not knowing the preloaded SD card was also home to self-made nude studies from her time in art school.

Shawna couldn’t have moved fast enough as they both made a break for camera, praying to high heavens it would die before he could take a gander at her most precious assets. What started as gentle tug of war quickly turned into grappling contest as she fought him for her camera.

“What you hiding in here a dead body?”

“Maybe, just give it here. Your mama teach you any manners?”

He took full advantage of their heigh difference and held the device high in the air away from her reach with that goofy ass smile of his. If she weren’t pressed for her reputation she’d laugh. Instead, Shawna jumped, and failed, then jumped again before deciding to launch herself off the couch.

“Give it back!” Was the last thing Trevante heard before she slammed dead center into his chest – toppling them both to the cold floor. He threw the camera to safety, then focused his attention on halting Shawna’s desperate attempt at getting one up on him. She squealed, struggling to release from his solid grip until she ultimately gave up. At this point both of her arms were pinned behind her head and her legs had gotten tangled between his. She tried her hardest to look away from him, the thought of what it looked like they were doing was turning her on and she didn't want to 'pop a lady boner' as De'aria always said.

"Okay I give up," she panted, “you strong as hell.”

"Apologize for jumping on me then."

"Boy please. Manners remember?

"Sure. But how you think you getting out of this?"

"Bet if I kissed you, you'd let me go."

Shawna wasn't exactly sure if it was her or the weed talking, but she was feeling frisky and didn't want to waste such an opportune moment. She watched the solid man hovering over her pause to cock his eyebrows, then lean down closer in her face.

"Bet."

He tasted like mint and grabba, and her panties were instantly drenched at the softness of his lips. It'd been a very long time since she'd been kissed like this, hell she wasn’t sure if she’d even been kissed like this at all. Though she tried to restrain herself, Shawna stifled a moaned into Trevante’ mouth, prompting him to draw back – stifling a promiscuous grin as he gently placed her camera back in her hand and stood her upright. An out of breath Shawna eyed him bewilderedly and quietly considered how the next few seconds could go. In good ole Shawna fashion, she could chicken out and hide in the bathroom for the rest of the night…or she could get some dick for the first time in months.

Where her own words failed her, Trevante’ curious mind came to the rescue.

“I guess you won that one…Can I make bet?

“Yes” she blurted a little too quickly, prompting a laugh from them both. As Trevante caught his breath, he gently snaked an arm around her waist to steady her and caught her eyes – her heart thumping near out of her chest as they pressed against one another.

“I bet I got you wet just now.”

A gasp was the only thing Shawna could muster, in part to his filthy decree and also due to his hand gripping deep past her ass – fingertips dancing near the damp spot in her sweats.

For a second time she moaned, now with more conviction as the situation fully dawned on her. She was about to get laid with possibly the best dick east of state line – Trevante on the other hand was all teeth, marveling at how soft she was in his hands. To be truthful, he’d been in heaven tangled between her legs and wanted to feel more. See more. But, only knowing her for a few hours he was fully aware that she could hightail it back home if it was all too much.

But it wasn’t.

In fact, it wasn’t enough.

The soft grip Trevante had on her as tightened up as Shawna stole another kiss, ensuring her tongue held up a good fight against his as they stumbled back into the couch. By the time they separated she was seated eye-level with the drawstring of his sweats, finally getting a guilt free image of what he was working with. Even through the thick fabric she could make out his impressive girth, to her dismay it was about all she could ogle at before he tilted her head back towards his.

“You or me first?”

Before answering, Shawna shed herself of her zip up, “Me.”

Trevante responded by dropping to his knees, eyes never breaking contact as he helped her out of her fleece bottoms. For just a moment he reveled at her soaked panties, and to make her squirm he ran a gentle thumb in the center seam of the fabric before pulling it entirely to the side. His lips met hers with a ferocious force before she could chide him for teasing, turning her complaint into a meager whisper as her legs inched closed. She could only watch as he took her in with every part of his mouth, tongue toying with her clit as he kept her spread eagle by the inner thighs with both hands.

“Oh shit.” Was the only legible thing she could voice through the euphoria flooding her mind and body. With one hand nestled atop his fade, she gripped the couch with her entire might as he ate her from front to back; his head beginning to swivel as he lapped up the warmth dripping down her folds. Shawna had never been this horny before; of course, she’d heard about high sex but this. This was way more than she could comprehend; not even shit faced drunk did she get this wet from a kiss - let alone head. It didn’t help that her captor was the eater of the century. Just the sight of him nose deep in her pussy was enough to send her right over the edge. As if it weren’t enough, Trevante started the drawn-out process of spelling his name on her soaked clit; tongue dancing on the rock-solid button like it was his last meal.

He got to V before Shawna felting an abrupt orgasm coming on, nearly barking at the man for some sort of relief, “Tre stop…I’m finna, oh fuck.”

Startled he came up for air, his beard near drenched with her essence. She couldn’t push him back down fast enough as she began to climax against her own wishes. In seconds, Shawnas head snapped back, and she hyperventilated into a moan so loud it overcast the music – clawing her nails deep across ever taut back. Trevante met her cries with even harder tongue lashings, finally opting to let up once her legs stoped shaking.

As she came back to Earth, the man beneath her trailed small kisses up her thighs, meeting her blushed gaze for the first time in minutes. Shawna truthfully wanted to ball up and hide – to cum this quickly on her neighbors’ leather seats when there was a much bigger (and thicker) issue at hand was a bit embarrassing in her mind.

“My bad ma. You good? We can stop if you want.” He insisted from her lap.

“I’m okay. I just…wasn’t tryna do that so quick. Sorry.”

“Sorry for what,” he chided, “you taste good. Like I said, we can stop if you want to.”

“But what about you?”

“Me? I can handle that. Unless you wanna watch like you have been.”

A pang of guilt zapped Shawnas head – had he known she’d been peeping on him this whole time? She sat up, ruined panties getting warm for the ump-teeth time that night and gave him a puzzled look. He chuckled deeply and rose up. With the erectionin his is briefs now threatening to tent outward, he pulled his sweats completely off and gripped his hard on down. Underneath the fluorescent lights he looked godly, and his dick was every bit of enticing through the thin cotton briefs keeping him contained.

“I saw you that night. To be real I bout’ to jack off but I didn’t want to be the perv of the neighborhood,” he paused, hand slowly moving up and down his shaft, “but you. You wanted to see it too. You wanted to see me… like this?”

To Shawnas surprise he was beginning to moan through his words, right hand picking up speed in his shorts. With his free hand, the towering man retrieved her long-discarded phone from the floor and tossed it her way – already recording a new kind of masterpiece for her her collection. Though still incredibly high, she was still very horny and game to his antics; ensuring the flash was on, Shawna aimed the camera at her subject and took it upon herself to get him completely naked.

She took his low eyes into hers and cooed, “Let me take it out and you show me then.”

He let off another moan at her sudden touch, her fingertips tracing the poking veins trailing his skin as she peeled him out of underwear. Just as she though, his dick was as gorgeous as he was – thick and two toned at the tip, he was slick with precum and twitching out of control. With the roles now reversed Shawna was emboldened to see him get weak in the knees like she was.

“It’s so pretty Tre. Show me how you stroke it when you alone.”

“Yes ma’am,” he exhaled, voice shaking as he whimpered her name over the music. He worked his wrist from tip to the base of his shaft, fingers squelching as he pumped swears from his soul; the more he worked the wider his mouth gaped open – moaning with each breath he took.

“Shawna…,” his voice trailed off, eyes beginning to roll back.

“Huh? Say it loud papa.”

“Please baby. You got my tip so. Fucking. Sensitive.”

She was all smiles behind the camera, partly giddy from the weed, and incredibly humbled at her ability to take Trevante’ soul without touching him. He was moaning like a bitch, now choking himself out with that free hand that had held her captive minutes before.

Nasty ass nigga

“Where you gone cum Tre? On the floor or in me?” Shawna taunted. He paused for only a second and bit back a smile, “in you.”

Keeping him at bay, Shawna wagged her finger and propped her phone up on the arm of the couch, only letting him get close when she was ready. Letting her panties slip down her figure, she raised her legs and pulled him over by the back of the thighs. Eyes glued to the screen, they both watched as his head finally made contact with her folds, each parties faces screwing up with undeniable pleasure. Taking after his solo performance, Shawna snaked her hand around his throat and squeezed hard as Trevante slowly entered her pussy.

“Oh my God.” He exclaimed. Just as he expected she felt just as heavenly as she tasted.

A drawn out ‘Tre’ was just about all the stout woman could muster, occasionally peering down to watch him slide in and out of her with the growing conviction he had brewing that entire night. Rocking his hips to the slow tempo of the music, he made sure to keep that dangerous thumb of his on her clit and circle– he wanted to break her down for all the teasing she’d been doing, one step at a time. This time she was the bitch, cursing him with all her might as he fucked her deep into the couch. With every stroke her grip loosened on his neck, hands eventually flailing aside to anchor herself in place. To make things worse, Trevante’ face was crammed deep in her neck talking big shit while he drilled her,

Between each stroke he growled, “you taking this dick so good mama. Look at how creamy it’s getting.”

“W-why?”

“Why what? Why I’m fucking you like this? Cause you deserve it.”

Again, she began to pant just as she had when she came in his mouth, only this time she was dangerously close to ruining his furniture with sweat and incoming release. Shawna clung to his shoulders, squeezing him into her bare breasts to keep them both secure, and cried into the night as he roughly blew her out in missionary. Her walls began clenching involuntarily, eyes now glued to the roof of her skull as a second orgasm crept its way out of her. Besides their exclamations a sound akin to water splashing overtook their space. She was getting close and as much as Tre wanted to go all night, he knew she couldn’t survive another round.

“Let that shit out Shawna.” Was all she had to hear. With a screech of ecstasy her hips jerked into his and she wept; bouncing from his name to a string of curses she came harder than she had in almost a year.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Tre fuck!”

He, on the other hand, was still stroking– rhythm becoming unhinged as his own nut started to unwind. Even blacked out she could feel his dick hitting every spot she couldn’t with a pitiful rose toy; in typical Trevante fashion he snatched her by the jaw forced her to look him in the eyes as the tension holding him together snapped.

An airy “Im cumming,” was all he could muster – twitching inside the vice grip she had on his length one last time he finally let it all out: warm cum shooting in her soft walls and voice groaning through the blue lit room. He was surprisingly more of mess than she was, collapsing into her, hips jerking violently as his climax came to a slow end.

By the time they both came to the long-forgotten record had stopped and scratched in rhythm with their cyclic breathing. Shawna took the moment to lazily turn her phone off and untangle her body from his as he tended to the mess they’d created. She was three blinks away from sleep when he finally returned to escort her to a well needed bed, wet towel in hand for her to clean off as they shuffled to his room. Before quite literally collapsing into his bed she quipped an earnest statement his way,

“You think De’aria gone flip out when I call her?”

“Think? You better hope she don’t see that video. She might wanna watch next time like you.”

With a final grumble Shawna retorted “You the one that can’t shut your blinds.”

And with, that their banter was even for the night. With only the pale terrarium silhouetting their faces the pair drifted into sleep, chests rising in tandem to the sounds of life carrying on outside that cozy bedroom window.

[thecapodomme]

THE MUSE 🎨🖌️

Paired Up: DOM! Trevante Rhodes As Zyair Malloy x SUB! Black Fem/Plus size Reader!

Background Music/ Song Inspired by @kittehkwrites

Word Count: 4,390 (Yikes, but not counting the lyrics)

WARNINGS: Mature Audiences: 18+, Minors DNI -(HEAVY Daddy kink, BDSM, SMUT, SMUT, MORE SMUT! PROFANITY!, Established Relationship, , Some use of AAVE, The N word, light Bondage, Breeding kink, Tease and Denial, Wax play ,Choking, Grabbing, Hair Pulling, spanking, Praise, Smacking of the face ,Fingering (F), unprotected sex , A BIT OF A LONG READ, Some grammatical errors because IDK WTF i'm doing! (Capo say sike..Right now. lol But Im deadass) ... and all over Nastiness. Did I miss anything?

DISCLAIMERS:

-DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

-DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Synopsis: In the glitzy world of art and indulgence, Zyair and Y/N reign as the epitome of a power couple, their magnetic connection sizzling with untamed desire. Their love story ignites from the ashes of Zyair's artistic stagnation, sparked by the fateful encounter at a decadent sex party. From that moment, their lives intertwine, fueled by passion and creativity, leaving behind a trail of whispered rumors and envious glances.

As their anniversary dawns, Zyair prepares for his long-awaited art show, his first since meeting Y/N. Yet, his thoughts stray not to the gallery's pristine walls but to the allure of his beloved, whose presence electrifies every inch of his being. The clock ticks away as Zyair's anticipation grows, his yearning for Y/N eclipsing all other distractions as he finally comes home.

But time slips away in the tender embrace of their love, their passion threatening to consume them whole. As the hours blur into a haze of whispered promises and heated caresses, Zyair and Y/N find themselves ensnared in each other's arms, oblivious to the outside world. They are late for the grand affair, yet in the realm of their intimacy, time holds no dominion.

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A/N: first off ... I'M RUSTY OK. Also I'm a bit upset because my older brother was like "who writes fan fics anymore they're so passé." 🥹 I said am I not a writer? Did I not get a journalism degree? Did my teachers not push me to do this and saw something? He didn't have anything to say back. But anyway! Is this self indulgent? YES. Are you still going to enjoy it? YES! BRAIN ROT....? YEAH IM GLITCHIN'! Be easy this is my first Fan fic/Smut I'm nervous. I love yall! It's real nasty because... I want him to do this to all of us! Do you hear me?! Slight delay because I was transfixed with the dialogue. I was really trying to get the essence of Zyair. If this gets positive feedback There may be a Prologue, a part 2 , and a part 3 if y'all feelin' this! Like, comment, reblog.... if your heart so desires! 🫶🏽

It's been four years since Zyair's trial, and it was his first art show since then. Mea was long gone and probably still with her pinhead ass husband, and to think he really wanted to like her. He was breathing new life into his art, his name was cleared, and he was getting into his first real relationship. He found his ONE.

 Touring London and France during the summer months. His nights were long, and his days were short. You missed him whenever you hung up from talking with him all night or if he sent you a cute text. You knew he was premiering his new pieces from home tonight, and anything was possible with you on his arm.

Daddy: I'll be home later than usual. The show starts soon. Be dressed, be ready, and wear those heels I like. I'll come to collect you. You've been such a good girl. I can't wait to see you! This tour has been hectic.

You: Yes, Sir! I miss you more. Come home to me. ❤️🥺

Daddy: That's my Big Girl. I'm on the way. 

You gently placed your phone beside the claw foot bathtub on the vanity chair you'd drug over. The plush afghan carpet ruffled as you moved it to where you wanted it. The master bathroom on the first floor was spacious yet cozy.

An open shower in the back is made of dark marble and granite, and Zyair's closet is off to the left, surrounded by suits, ties, and his wardrobe. Although the loft was Gargantuan, unlike most places in Chicago, it had a makeshift industrial vibe that made it mysterious enough, you thought to yourself.

'It really needs a woman's touch.'

Drums and soft piano flooded your ears from the huge vinyl and Bluetooth sound system; you rifled through Zyairs' music collection all day. It was impressive, spanning from 70s soul to 90s R&B, which was very prized to his heart and his favorite genre. As you prepare to get ready as instructed by the love of your life, it always helps soothe your soul and set the mood for a night in the city.

You peeled out of your I murdered my husband's robes, Pinned up your waist-length Goddess locs, and began to run a bubble bath. Candles illuminated the floor, glinting your umber skin into the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

You carefully sluiced a toe into the roaring torrent to test its temperature. With a satisfied grin, you plunged into its warmth and shut off the water; the suds were cloud-like and steamy, clinging to every part of you, and the scent of damask roses filled the air. Toni's contralto caressed you.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Baby...

Relaxation couldn't even begin to explain the euphoria encircling you. You've bagged the hottest artist in Chicago, are engaged to be married, and have much to look forward to as you start life with Zyair.

You hum along with the song as you grab your pink African exfoliating net, scrubbing from top to bottom. Occasionally, you slump your hand out to hold your phone in case he calls, or any texts from his art assistant flash across your dimly lit iPhone 15.

Head Bopping along to the beat and your legs kicking water onto the floor as you half danced in the tub. You were so bewitched by your daydreaming and bathtub concert that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

Arriving into the lot and slowly turning the corner, shined chrome and black wheels approached the entrance and parked, with a thud from the door to the Range Rover, where his driver let him off.

Since you been gone I been hanging 'round here lately With my mind messed up

Zyair stepped out of the vehicle in all black as usual; A pin stripped, short sleeved, button down shirt, noir wife beater, Prada slacks, and matching boots.

He quickly approaches the gate to the elevator, which was now broken. He shook his head in annoyance, and a frown curled at his lips when he realized. "Always on some bullshit," he scoffed.

A flick of his wrist, he checked the time. The gold bracelet draped on his wrist, twinkling in the light from the cars going in and out. He began descending up the inside stairwell to the third floor toward the loft.

With solid traces, he rose from the staircase. Slowly, he closed the exit door, hoping you didn't hear it squeaking to lock. Crossing the downstairs living room floor, he passed leather chairs, scattered and unfinished art pieces, and an acrylic-adorned curtain. He crept behind the curtain and into the room.

Jumped in my car Tried to clear my mind, didn't help me I guess I'm all messed up now, baby

His gait was slow yet boisterous. His hand behind his back, and he bounced a little with one foot pointed firmly in front of the other, walking straight and tall. His presence was always known in a room. He held a box of two dozen long-stem roses and a rounded, substantially sized jewelry box.

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Meanwhile, you'd already gotten out of the tub as the first verse goes into the chorus. The Whirl of the water rushing out of the tub feels loud against the empty room. You check your messages once more and check the time yourself: 8:30 p.m.

As soon as I jumped into my ride Those memories start to play, yeah A song comes on, on the radio And there you are, baby Once again!

Rubbing your body in Fenty butta drop lotion for an unforgivable glow, you look into the long-length mirror to the side of your makeshift vanity.

You pull on your raven-colored thigh-high stockings, bra, and Lacey panties with the corseted back, putting your talons into your mouth as you turn and take in yourself. The finishing touch is a generous dab of merlot lipstick and a flick or two of eyeliner and mascara after setting your foundation.

Nodding as if to say, 'Im that bitch.' You slipped on your coveted Dior patent calfskin sling backs, carefully lifting each foot to get each one on. Admiring your supple breasts, hips, and bountiful assets. From all angles.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me And it's all because of you...Hoo!

Zyair's panther-like proximity took you by surprise. He cocked his head to the side while taking in the sight of you setting down his gifts for you on the counter of the bathroom.

You didn't hear him stride up behind you. His hands gliding up your hips, and his luscious beard cuddling into the crook of your neck. Taking in your scent and his full lips, kissing your clavicle.

It made your heart palpitate. You felt his hands snake up past your bra as you relaxed into his embrace, letting your tensions melt into him. That familiar cologne of sandalwood and pimento that you adored wafted into your nasal cavities as his hand gripped your neck ever so gently but slightly, applying pressure.

"You look incredible, Y/N. Stay just like this." Zyair says in his full-bodied baritone, sounding like heaven to you after so long. Nibbling your ear into his mouth with a playful bite.

He was watching you in the mirror, hunched over you a bit as he towered above because of how short you were compared to his six-foot stature, hugging you to his manhood.

Your ass pressed against his inky slacks. You turned around out of his grip and held his high cheekbones into your manicured, blood-red nails, Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he gripped and massaged your ass from above, making you stand on your tip toes and your breasts heaving into his Adonis-like abdomen.

Since you been gone I keep thinkin' about you, baby It gets me all choked up This heart of mine keeps dreamin' of you And it's crazy, babe

"I missed you. You were gone all month. I thought we'd never have alone time."You sighed into his parted lips, trailing butterfly kisses from the pronounced girth of his neck down to his Aureate-colored chains that sat right on his sternum.

Zyair respired, and his massive pectorals flexed in unison with your smacking lips as you kissed every inch of his chest through his open-collared shirt. Looking at you in the mirror, he stopped your assault of smooches by holding your hand.

"I know I miss you when I'm gone too,Baby girl. A nigga can't stop thinkin' bout you." He gently pulled you towards him, giving you that boyish grin and a flash of those to-die-for ivories as he clasped your lower back.

His bulging frame surrounded you as he stood back with your hand in the air, making you twirl like a Princess.

Before he sat down causally onto the vanity chair and embraced you in a hug between his thighs and a gentle kiss on the forehead, he bent over to grab the things he'd laid on the counter, brandishing them before you. He gave you the rounded jewelry box first.

Sitting back, his posture was relaxed and confident to the side, and his right foot bore the weight as he man spread all alpha, chocolate, and delicious.

You'd think I'd had enough, yeah Soon as I get you out my head I'm in my car again, ooh darling Just one request from the radio I'm back in love, sugar Once again!

"Mmh, Look at you girl. "He breathed in satisfaction, looking as if he could eat you right then and there. His tongue glides over his bottom lip, and his eyes darken with lust. You giggled and rubbed his thigh as you looked into his face. 

You squealed with excitement and vigorously shook the box, dancing in place. "What is it!?" touching it to your ear as if you could guess from the sound.

Zyair huffed a chuckle and looked at you, shaking his head. "You goofy lil' mama." he stroked his hand down his beard while looking at you.

Once you were done playing the guessing game, you unwrapped the thing like it was Christmas and you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

Wrapping paper, bows, and cards with the company name on them flew up in the air and scattered onto the bathroom floor. You got to the gilded piece.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me

"You like it, Baby?" Zyair cooed, his voice deepening.

"Baby, I don't need this. I have so much alr- "He stopped you before you finished.

"Nah... nah... this is totally different. Unique even. You've earn't it, haven't you? "He says with a slight Louisiana drawl, his shoulders moving as he laughed.

"Y—You're going to collar me, Daddy? "You flung your hands around his thick neck and embraced him. Your eyes watered from his compassionate actions.

"You're the only one I think about and want to be with. I said why the hell not? " He smiled and played with your hair, twirling it between his nimble fingers.

Zyair took the collar from your hands, holding it carefully in the box. He took out the skinny key and unlocked the seamless hinge to open it. You stood in front of him, back turned toward him so that he could put it around your neck.

His hands gently placed the jewelry around your neck and shut it closed using the same key. Tracing it with his finger and mouthing "Mine" while you both look in the mirror.

You looked into his dark eyes with love, facing him as he leaned in to lick your lips and kiss you.

His fingertips turned white as he gripped onto your curvaceous hips, picked you up, and set you atop the stand-alone double sink vanity. You pull him into you by his belt loop and wrap your thighs around his muscular waist.

And it's all because of you It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy (Like crazy, babe) Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me (Whoa, baby)

The both of you all tongues and slobber each other down until you feel his long fingers curling under the silky crotch of the fabric of your lingerie.

You felt the sting of his teeth latch under your jaw as he bites into your neck. You hiss in want.

"Ahh, Zyair..." You breathe into his neck, rubbing down his back.

"Take this shit off. You ain't gonna need it."

He growled as you heard the sharp rip and crack of the cloth coming away as he tugged them off of your body.

His hands fondle and squeeze you until he finds your clit; your body bows from his encircling rhythm as he massages your nub with the fingertips of his index and middle fingers.

The cold from his ring on that finger makes you tense up and sigh. He licked from head to toe with his enormous tongue covering you.

He stops suddenly at your waist. You whine and squirm, but he's holding your arms above your head and looking straight into your eyes.

He licks his lips and winks at you, curling them in that bad boy fashion as he unbuckles his pants achingly slow with one hand, standing up slowly.

You watch, sitting straight up as he holds you, watching him pull pleasure from your inner depths against with your back against the tile of the wall.

His dick threatened to poke you through his Black and Gold PSD briefs. He moaned as he pressed against you. You moaned and purred back at him.

Here come the strings Then somebody sings Only takes a beat And then it starts killin' me, darling Only takes one note, I tell ya From that radio It's just another lonely love song

"Let me take it out, Daddy... please..." you said through gritted teeth, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and went dry from his persistent teasing.

"Beg for it, and don't waste no time." He looks down at his growing and tenting hard-on, bites his lip, and raises his brow at you, looking back at you with the same taunting look.

You looked confused and in need as you ached for him. Smirking and pressing his lips to your ear as you struggled.

"Use your words. Or we're going to be late."

You begin to break into a cold sweat as droplets appear on your forehead. Trying to comprehend how to get out of this predicament, you slowly open your mouth to say something.

Still, by that time, Zyair was already bringing you down to your knees and grabbing your Goddess locs while ordering you to keep your hands behind your back.

He didn't hesitate as he stood over you, his slacks and boxers down his muscular physique. All you could do was look up at him, mouth drooling at the sight of him.

"Gon' come over here and Suck me," he said mercilessly in a dangerous tone. His voice echoed through the bathroom and made your chest vibrate. You did what you were told.

The way he only emphasized SUCK with feeling made your lower limbs thump with elation. You were already dripping but tried to hold out.

Your breathing increased with each moment that you realized you weren't filled up with his dick. Veiny, beautiful, and thick. You lick your lips in anticipation.

"Mmh, that's my BIG GIRL. What you gonna do with it?" His moans send you shock waves as he insists on teasing you. You use both hands to wrap them around his thick member not sure if it's a rhetorical question or if he was using it as a mind fuck.

Damn.

Zyair snaps your head back against the marble of the vanity. "I can't hear you, Bitch. "He snarls. "I asked you a question."

You squeal at the force and nearly yell from your tummy. " What Daddy told me to!!!!"

He chuckles that deep, devilish laugh again as he releases your hair. Your breathing becomes even more ragged, and you shudder at the sound. 

Before he's even done, he grabs the back of your head and forces his hard length deep into your throat. The mere shock causes you to sputter and choke.

With no room to run or breathe, he fucked into it, fisting your hair, making you bend over on all fours as he leaned down over you, smacking your ass precisely on your cheek, leaving it fiery, making it ache and jiggle, gripping your supple flesh as he went to trace a finger down your drenched slit at the same time. He moans, watching the recoil.

You gently swayed your hips from side to side as he played in your wetness, not wanting him to stop as you tried to keep up the pace. He was enjoying being sadistic with you, but it was a first that he hadn't been gentle before.

"Take it all, Mama. Don't stop."

Sucking in a sharp breath at your failed attempts to come up for air.

Coaching you as you did so, using your hair like a lever, tugging at it to make you go deeper and deeper by the inch.

Your legs automatically closed onto his wrist as he sucked his fingers and dipped a few inside you, your essence pooling around your opening.

He dipped his middle finger, then the second finger, taking his sweet time alternating. Making you writhe below him. Soaked and needy was the name of the game.

He twisted and pumped his fingers inside, leaving you leaking around them.

You glucked and gagged on his dick and hissed as he inscribed you just enough to make you whine.

Your gurgling and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, and he wouldn't let up. Looking down at you, biting his lip in pure bliss.

"That's it...Just. Like. That." eliciting a low moan from his lips. You looked into his eyes as your eyeliner smeared down your face from the tears. Making it hard for you to see.

The constant smacking, gagging, and slurping made you close your eyes tight.

The twinkling flames of the candles melting onto the floor and his chiseled face coming in and out as you tried to stay alert. The noises turned you on more than the act. Until you felt a welting smack to the face.

"Look at me. I don't want you focusing on nothin' else." his breath shuddered, and he kept up the same pace until he got tired.

You whimpered from the sudden flush of pain. But kept going, your hands still behind your back. His strokes became less frequent as he slowly slid his dick out of your mouth to the tip.

He was done using your mouth for now. Removing his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean like he hadn't eaten in days, and cupping a hand under your chin as he stood up at his full height, looking intensely into your eyes like he'd never seen you before.

A soft kiss to your mouth, and You popped him out with a plopping noise and began to jerk and stroke him. A chain of spit latched from your crimson lips to his thick manhood.

"Hold that thought, Princess." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bathroom. You watched, still in the same position he left you, as he gathered up a slow-burning candle from the floor.

Walking back over to you, he tested the temperature on his inner arm. Nodding and pleased with the degree, he approached you.

"Down." He commanded gruffly.

You used your hands to lower yourself onto the floor on your stomach and breathed in nervously as Zyair stood above your head.

Looking up, he looked even more Godly as you viewed his body from this view below.

You settle, and he crouches beginning to pour some wax onto the middle of your back.

You groan in pain, but as the sting settles into a numbing puddle, your senses begin to awaken.

Some beads down into your ass cheek. He waits to pour more onto the back of your neck and shoulders. You flinch with each interaction.

"Mmmh... " You softly moan; you fidget with anticipation of the next drip.

"You Aight Pretty? " He asks.

"Oh, that feels so good. Daddy," your eyes closed, and your mouth slung open.

"It's been a minute." He says with amusement. "I knew you'd like it."

He pours two more burning spots onto your ass cheeks, stands, and blows the candle out, placing it onto the vanity.

Turning his head so as not to blow any ash or soot into your face, and gently pulls you up.

He sat you back into the plush red and gold vanity chair, his lips meeting yours once more, kissing you down your body, and His tongue engraving tiny circles over your neck and down your breasts. slipping off your bra down your shoulders. You trembled from his touch.

His hands cupping one after the other, his skilled tongue lapping and suckling onto each as he goes from one to the other. You groaned as he bit down and tugged with his front teeth.

"Mmh... Fuck.." you shuddered and gasped at him playing with your body in this way.

Suddenly he lifts you up into the air and parts your legs, holding your weight onto his broad shoulders, suckling and licking your clit into his mouth and greedily scooping his tongue over your soaked folds.

Shoving his tongue in between, you yelped from the sudden waves of pleasure hitting you, and just when it started to get good. He denies you yet again.

Sitting you back down in the chair, he pauses as he lifts each leg and purposely slings your thighs over his shoulders.

Anchoring you by holding the chair, leaving wet kisses down your ankles, and spreading your inner thighs to give them some love, too.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed the back of his burst fade as you yearned for him to be inside you.

Reaching out to touch his stomach, his dick poking that triangle made between your legs. You subconsciously thought about shoving his dick inside you. But knew better than to try him.

"Oh fuck baby... Please." You tried to stop him from toying with you, but he only glared at you.

"Please, what? PLEASE WHO?" He asked with a flair of arrogance, tipping your chin up.

" ooouuue.. Daddy..." You whispered.

"Yeah, Be a good girl, Y/N, and be still fo' me." With fervor, he lined himself up at your entrance, stroking himself a bit, holding your head from above to make you watch him slide into you.

"Sssss.... Fuck I missed this pussy, and I missed you so much." He entered you tip first. Forcing himself out and plunging in again profoundly, making your head go back.

"Z-ZYAIR!" you cried out in response to his torture.

Repeatedly dipping himself into you again and again… he was halfway in and hadn't even begun to bottom out this time.

He wrapped his large hand around your neck, and both of you groaned in unison. as he made one swift pump into your creamy nectar.

"Mhm, You feel allat baby? "He coaxed.

You grimaced and blurted out, "Fuck, just fuck me....!" you said, almost screaming. You couldn't take much more as you needed him like water.

smugly looking into your soul he swooped up the chair with you in it, and your body went limp as he slammed into you, filling you up like never before. Leaning into you just enough at an easy tilt that was nothing for him.

The man pressed 350 pounds or more, and this was light work. Your walls clenched down in unison with his pounding strokes, your calves flailing out from over his inner elbows but holding you in place just the same while he kept you right where he wanted you by the seat.

A gut-wrenching moan came from the depths of your stomach as you held onto his shoulders; you leaned into him, the chair leaving the floor as he powerfully thrust into you at the same time.

"You so fuckin' pretty like this." He grunted and praised you as all life had left your body, and nothing was left but the room spinning. You gave way to him, and moans started to escape you. 

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Daddy! YES," You pleaded and panted in pleasure as he bounced into you non-stop. Through hooded eyes, he watched you getting so close.

Zyair being the pleasure Dom he was is paying attention to how your body heaved and pulsated around him. He slowed, pounded, and roughly used his hips to kiss your cervix as he continued to try to break into your walls.

With calculated potency, he taunted you as you pushed him away, scratching at his abs.

"Na, this is what you wanted, right? Take it," He whispers.

hitting your hands away with one hand. He bucked his hips, going upwards and faster by the second.

In a swift motion he's putting you down on the floor in the chair as your body convulsed in complete surrender.

Your juices gushing in a splash of release. He grunted as your walls cradled his length, still deftly stroking into you, But he wasn't done with you yet.

Zyair moved you from the chair and bent you over in front of him while clutching your neck, his fingers curling on your throat. Dog walking you around the bathroom while pinning your ass to his hips.

He kisses your cheek lovingly as your moans echo throughout the room.

"This shit is mine, Hm?" He asked.

"FUC- FUCK!..."  

Your gaze followed Zyair's as you looked back and moved around the bathroom.

You mewed and tried to hold onto anything your hands could find. Rough, long, and hard thrusts make your thighs quake with ecstasy.

You felt his hard abs and balls hit against your clit as he dug into you. His hands squeezing yours comforted you yet made you weak for him as he took control once more.

The squelching and wetness from you only fueled him as he tried to fuck the shit out of you.

"Look atchu creamin' all down my dick and enjoyin' this shit, little girl."

Your eyes fluttered as his words did something to you. You saw stars behind your eyes as you felt wobbly and tense. Your orgasm growing near.

You found the wall to hold yourself up with, looking out into the living room, your claws digging marks into his palm as you grunted.

He chased you with his own release by going harder, pounding, swiveling his hips, and moving his hand to the back of your head, keeping your makeup-stained cheek pressed against the cool cement of the wall.

"SAY IT! " He hummed in your ear.

"ZYAIR! " You came instantly.

You screamed as you squirted all over the floor of the bathroom, making it hard for both of you to stand. Inaudible cursing and degrading remarks flew from his mouth as he nodded in gratification.

You felt warmth rush over you as he sprayed your walls with his seed. He purposely fucked it into you as you tried to squirm away. Removed his hand from your face to open your ass and watch as he made you take all of his kids.

His strokes slowed as the last of your leaking subsided. Both sigh in relief, Holding you by your hips and kissing over your neck as if he couldn't breathe without you. He smiles, holding you against the wall.

"I guess we're late ain't we." He laughs through a smile, his eyes crinkled at the ends as he looks at you.

"Aht, Aht! Fashionably." You taunted.

"You've been in my collection again?" He says with amusement.

"AND WHAT ABOUT IT!? " you rolled your neck in a comical attitude.

"I told you what that does to me, girl. You know nothing about that. My momma gave me those albums. "

"Let's shower before we miss our anniversary party".

With a hard smack on your ass as he grabs towels from the hooks on the walls running playfully after you, your laughing excitedly getting a head start as the last notes of the song come to a staccato.

So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, darling) So sad, sad love song Ooh, I heard it on the radio last night So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, baby) So sad, sad love song (Ooh) You got me singin' another love song all night, darling...

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The Challenge: About A Challenge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “What?” I managed.

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

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

About A Challenge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, beautiful,” Devon said.

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

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Yesssssssss. Loved every last inch of it..it was 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽 scrumptious. Zyair so nasty and in control. Love me a cocky man and I am a SUCKER for roommate fics 🥵

sweet, sweet fantasy | z. malloy

About: Zyair’s feelings for his roommate, Athena boil to the surface. This takes place during Zyair’s starving artist/college f!boy years, circa 2014ish. [word count: 2.4k]

Warnings: Filth with a *dash* of plot, masturbation (male), voyeurism, oral (both receiving), unprotected PIV, explicit language

When Athena put an ad in the campus bulletin for a roommate, she was not expecting the man that currently resided in her—now their— shared apartment. She didn’t feel the need to specify a gender in the posting, betting on her maturity if an attractive man inquired and desperately needing anyone able to help foot the bill. That’s where Zyair, twenty-four-year-old design student by day, aspiring artist by night, presented himself. He came bearing splattered drop cloths and three months of rent in cash, the latter too tempting for Athena to deny.

He moved in almost immediately, but took some time to unveil much of his personality. Over the first few months their interactions were curt, with Athena only speaking to him amidst the shuffle of the day. As a middle child to sisters, Zyair was a stickler for checking in before touching the thermostat or hopping in the shower. They preferred to communicate wordlessly, through stolen glances at the other or facial cues. Zyair liked to admire the dew of her skin in the morning, (courtesy of the nighttime routine she performed religiously) and the pair of dimpled thighs that poked out of her sleep shorts. He didn’t mind when the hallway was pervaded by her scent, warm vanilla, as she padded out of the shower, mist billowing behind the bathroom door.

Athena found herself secretly eyeing a new part of his body every day, as he wasn’t shy to show it. He often forgoes his shirt on his beeline to the bathroom after working on a particularly inspiring piece, preferring to paint in just overalls. The space was wedged right between their respective bedrooms and the walls were rather thick, muffling sound emitted on either side. As time progressed, they became more familiar, and longing stares became lingering touches. Athena’s fingers brushing against his when passing him a dinner plate, and his palm gracing the small of her back while maneuvering through the kitchen. She deduced his actions as thoughtless, but the flip in her belly said otherwise. Meanwhile, it was becoming harder for Zyair to ignore the tension that bubbled between them.

It was a lazy Sunday he spent home alone while Athena ran errands, leaving enough time for his wandering mind to succumb to desire. Images of her preoccupied his thoughts, joining hues that often flashed behind his eyes as he sunk into his desk chair. He pictured her among cascades of reds and blues, itching to know if passion lay behind her solemnity. Zyair felt like an adolescent with their first crush, goosebumps creeping behind his neck at the mere thought. He chewed at his lip, shocked at how easily it was to work him up despite not physically being near her.

His eyes dropped to the tent pitched in his sweatpants, noticing the small, but growing spot of wetness against the cotton. Zyair cursed, inhaling a breath as he slid his fingers across the band, releasing the drawstring from its knot. A wave of relief swept up his spine as he grabbed the shaft of his dick, imagining Athena’s softer hands in place of his own.

Zyair’s fantasy began with her kneeling at the foot of his desk, batting her almond eyes at the sight of him. He pumped himself leisurely at first, running a thumb across his head in the way he wished her tongue could. The opposite hand yanked at his college t-shirt when his pace began to increase. He took the hem into his mouth to bite, shameful moans streaming from his lips.

He groaned at the thought of Athena under his whim, her name now slipping from his lips wistfully. How her pussy would grip him tightly, while his hands secured their place at the fold of her thighs. After he said it once it was like he couldn’t stop, shirt falling out his mouth so the sounds could ring freely within the air. The click of the door unlocking missed Zyair’s ears as he continued to stroke himself, his stomach tightening when he slowed his pace to knead at his balls.

Athena had entered the apartment, dropping her keys on the counter and shrugging out of her jacket. She cocked a brow as her roommate’s moaning resounded in the entryway. Zyair was calling out to her, unbeknownst that his roommate had returned home earlier than expected. She tread towards the source of the noise and froze at the scene that lay ahead.

The door was open enough for her to drink in the image, shoes buckled to the ground in shock. There Zyair sat in his room, legs outstretched and jerking himself off to her. Sweat beading over his furrowed brows, head cocked and jaw slackened just enough to pour out his groans.

Athena shifted from where she stood, warmth quickly spreading to the apples of her cheeks. He was big, was her first thought, her own need reflecting in the slickness that gathered between her thighs. His eyes were low as he blinked them open to lock eyes with her figure in his doorway. Zyair knew he was definitely too far gone to stop, and the chagrin on her face made the moment even sweeter. His hips snapped up into his hand as the muse presented herself, darkly undressing his body with a stare.

“You see what you do to me?” he teased, a gasp prying her lips apart once she realized he caught her beneath his lidded gaze. Her eyes widened when his pace quickened, the squelch of his skin meeting her ears. Zyair glazed his tongue over his lips, a dimpled smirk spreading soon after.

“I’m so fuckin’ close. I just need you right…here,” the sound of Zyair calling to her wasn’t one Athena imagined, but it was hotter than anything she could fathom. She could tell he was close as his hand lost its rhythm, he refused to peel his eyes from her face and the fidget of her legs. The thread in the pit of his stomach began to snap, head tossing back and a whimper sneaking from Athena’s lips at the sight. Zyair groaned a mixture of her name and curses as ropes of his release spluttered across his abdomen. His eyes finally dropped to a close, and he amounted to a panting mess in front of his admirer.

A streak of boldness washed over Athena, who began to drop her clothes at his door. Zyair opened his eyes to behold her, swallowing thickly as she crouched at the base of his seat. At this moment, reality surpassed any fantasy he could have concocted.

“Tell me again, baby. Where do you want me,” she purred, with a hand daring to pull his pants below his knees. Heavy breaths took the place of his speech, wounding his fingers over hers to direct her instead. Athena laved kisses at the junction of his pelvis, marking a scathing trail in her wake.

He could've sworn he saw God when her lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, her tongue flitting out ever so softly. Relaxing her jaw, Athena took him in as far as she could, keeping her hand steady around the base. She drew back just enough for her spit to drip along the shaft and slurped it right back up. Zyair cursed, wrapping a hand at the nape of her neck to guide her motions further. Her moans were muffled with her mouth full, taking pleasure in the feel of him growing inside of her mouth. It didn't take long before Zyair was fully hard again, but he was far from satiated.

“C’mere,” he cupped her jaw to raise her up to his mouth, lips crashing against hers for the first time. Athena hummed into the kiss, allowing his eager tongue entry. Zyair’s hand slid to her throat, pulling her as close as he could in his lap. His erection prodded at her inner thigh as she straddled his lap, kissing him deeper.

Holding Athena up by the underside of her thighs, her back met his sheets within a blink. “I’ve thought about having you like this, for a long, long time,” Zyair confessed, eyes raking over her panting chest. His lips sponged at every inch of her body in his line of sight, and Athena began to squirm. His scruff tickled her bare skin and mouth sucked purpling marks against her inner thighs. He made his way up from her stomach to her sternum, snapping her bra off to dangle on his bedpost. “Zyair, stop teasing.” she started to whine, words only met with his deep chuckles. He dipped his finger to her folds, Athena’s arousal coating him readily. She attempted to rock against his hand but Zyair stopped her, pinning her hip to the mattress. He dropped his head lower, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear.

“So wet and I ain't even do shit. you like watching me, huh?” he goaded, arching a brow as he awaited her answer. Her body continued to weep for him, screaming the affirmative before it could leave her lips. Although that wasn’t enough for an impatient Zyair, callously gripping her cheeks.  

“You speak when you’re spoken to,” he growled. She blinked up at the reason for her undoing, “Y-yes! Yes, I like it,” stammering into the sweltering kiss she earned for her response.

Zyair pulled off her underwear, and Athena sucked in a breath at the cool air against her bareness. “Keep those eyes on me,” he latched both legs around his shoulders, keeping a firm grip on her thighs before lining himself at her entrance. They groaned in chorus as he stretched her tight pussy, her hands splayed to his back to brace for more.

She obeyed him, eyes welling with tears of unbridled pleasure as she took in each stroke. Zyair drew his hips back before burrowing deeper, drinking in the view of her furrowed brows and staggered expression.

“So gorgeous just like this, fuckin’ ruined for me.” he praised her, bringing his hand back down to seal around her throat.

“Oh, fuck just like that, Daddy,” the title caused his hips to stall, Zyair mustering enough focus to regain the momentum of his thrusts. “Talk to me baby, tell me how it feels,” he cooed, coaxing her to speak through her short gasps.

“So fucking good,” Athena breathed, eyes lulling back at the first push of his tip against her spot. He gripped the headboard above them to gain precision, fucking into her as she lost all resolve.

“Zy..air I think I’m gonna…oh!,” her back arched off of the bed at the pleasure that overtook her body, her ankles wound at his sides. He kept his pace through her first orgasm, another knot forming as quick as it was to come loose. He leaned back on his knees, pulling her to his damp chest.

Without instruction she held his shoulders, slowly grinding her hips on him. Zyair left messy kisses on the underside of her jaw and chin, “Good girl, keep fucking me,” he growled. She could only moan in response, as he kept his hands on her waist, securing her place in his lap. Athena started to move faster, bouncing herself on his length with little mewls tumbling from swollen lips.

He caught one of her breasts in his mouth and palmed the other, the swirl of his tongue around her bud stiffening it to a peak. Athena tossed her head back, giving Zyair a the perfect view of the marks he left on her neck just moments prior. She was scratching at his shoulders now, her hips losing their rhythm in her chase for a release.

“Look at me while you cum on Daddy’s dick,” her face fell back to his, wayward coils shrouding her temples and eyes clouded with lust. He was absolutely intoxicated off of her, the arousal that crowded them and the taste of her skin. He began to thrust up as she shuddered in his lap, her climax dancing on the tip of her tongue.

Zyair reached between them to thumb at her bundle of nerves, sending her into her peak for the second time. He continued to buck inside her while his own release took over, groaning uncontrollably as Athena squeezed him just right. Color flashed behind his eyes as he came, filling her to the brim.

He ushered her back to the sheets, a blissed out Athena gazing down at him. Zyair dropped his head between her legs to clean her up, causing her to jerk from the sensitivity. His tongue swirled around her folds, licking up the mixture of his arousal with her own. “Mm, it’s too much,” she gripped at his head, while his mouth continued its mission at the apex of her thighs.

Zyair ignored her pleas, lapping up the cream around her swollen bud until she came again, juices flowing on his lips. He pushed the rest of his cum back inside of her with his fingers, taking a mental photograph of how pretty it looked. Zyair rose off of the bed, his face glistening with the evidence of their escapade around his mouth. He disappeared to their joint bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth to wipe along her thighs. He sifted through his drawers, grabbing an extra shirt and pair of basketball shorts for Athena to wear.

“You don’t have to do that,” she rasped, “I live like ten feet away.” he walked to the edge of the bed where she was sprawled, bare and sheeted with sweat. “Can you walk those twenty feet, though?” Zyair challenged Athena, snatching the clothes from his hands with a roll of her eyes.

He nestled her onto his chest after she dressed herself, brushing the sweat off of her brow. “You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are,” Zyair spoke lowly. she held back a smile, but her eyes gave her away.

“You don’t have to—,” Athena repeated, hiding her face in his chest. He kissed his teeth, “I’m being serious, you're gorgeous, and you’re nasty as hell too. Tryna be all shy.”

“Thank you,” she whispered genuinely, leaning up close enough to drop a kiss to his chin. They lay like that until they dozed off into a midday nap, only waking up to order takeout to eat seated parallel to the other, sneaking glances over the table.

Author’s Note: If you made it this far, thank you :) This is a revamp of something I wrote years ago, I'd love your thoughts.

[henneseyhoe]

SMILE FOR ME, DADDY.

Chiron x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS:18+, pussy is being licked like ice cream on a hot country summer day!, no relation between reader and Chiron, y’all just bein nasty, Short.

SUMMARY:reader likes Chiron’s grillz and he shows her they look good on her too..*wink wink*

(Pt2)

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It all started with you askin’ him about those damn grillz.

“Pretty boy!”

“Smile for me, daddy!” You and your friends playfully yelled at the men across the parking lot, their attention landing on your entire group regardless of all the other people around them hooting and hollering about how nice their cars was.

They smiled nicely like it wasn’t nothing, the grillz in question gleaming in the streetlights. All grillz had different designs and colors. One was silver with diamonds riddling the top and bottom, one was gold with crosses engraved on it, one was in the shape of an AK on the man’s top row with the bottom slugged out with silver, and one just had simple gold, but that was all you had to see to make that kitty pur.

You all went silent, giggling amongst each other as the opposite group detached themselves from the hoods of their drop top rides, striding over to y’all. You got nervous with every step, your hands starting to shake. Each and every one of them picked a girl out for themselves to talk to, and you were last, the most intimidating one of them all approaching you. He was tall, nice beard, skin looked like glazed dark chocolate in all these lights, and his golden pendants and grillz only made all that pop. You could have fainted right then and there with how he was looking at you. Like he wanted to take a bite with those same golds.

“You said you want me to do what, ma?” He asked, licking his lips. You got a peak of the bright jewels in his mouth, your eyes twinkling with every sight of it.

“I- I said…I wanted to see them grillz”

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“FUCK! Ouuu, fuck!” You moaned, your hand gripping onto the velvet seats of the car that belonged to this man whose name you still didn’t know. How you went from asking to see his grillz to him sticking his entire tongue inside of you with no remorse for his seats? You had no idea, but you were damn sure gonna enjoy a handsome face being in your lap.

He wasn’t just kissing or sucking, he was making love to that pussy, like he actually loved the pussy. His tongue knew no limits, licking up and down from your throbbing clit all the way down to your ass. That’s how you knew he was a real freak, y’all only talked for about an hour. Your legs was lifted up so high you were sure a plane would think you were telling them to land right on top of y’all. Not to mention the top on the car was still down and y’all were still in the parking lot where the car meet took place. Thankfully, everyone had left, hearing about a street racing event that was happening downtown. You were too busy getting your soul sucked out through your clit to care about it.

He spread your lips with his thumbs and spat down onto your clit, watching it drip down to your entrance and spill on his seat. Sticking his tongue out, he only uses the tip to play with your bundle of nerves, flicking it back and forth as your stomach started to flip and cave in from the powerful orgasm you were about to have. Once again you caught a glimpse of those beautiful golds in his mouth, just shining at you, not to mention the feeling of the warm material sitting against your pussy every time he decides to put his entire mouth on you, collecting the juices that had attempted to fall.

“OH MY GOD!” You squealed, your pussy clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. Suddenly he closes his lips around your clit and begins to suck while sliding two of his fingers inside you, the sound of macaroni being stirred filling the car as he began thrusting his fingers at an angle inside of you while sucking. He felt your pussy contract around him, clamping down until you sprayed your juices all over him like a broken water pipe. “OH SHIT!” Was all you could say as you watched in awe, the force being so strong that you actually slammed your head back against the cars door. You continued to squirt through your surprise and confusion, wetting up his seats, beard, and white tee. And get this, the night still wasn’t over.

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Me and my grillz kink back at it again???

[thecapodomme]

ON THE WAY....

" I paid it without hesitation, Every last fuckin' cent. Because you were worth it. You were worth everything to me, and I wasn't about to let you stay trapped in that life a moment longer than necessary." - Zyair Malloy

The Muse Part II

A/N: I don't remember who tagged me in a "What's your latest work" post Bratz was that you? @babybratzmaraj I apologize for the wait... but it's coming together. I promised ya'll previews. Enjoy it.

The air in the Range Rover was muggy and thick, your halter dress hugging you. Thank god for the high slits, or you’d die from wheezing. 

Zyair squeezes your hand in his, his gaze following the effervescence of the night sky, the street lights blurring behind, and the city’s glow from the blacked-out windows.  You look in his direction, leaning over to kiss his rugged jawline.

“You nervous?” You ask with a hint of concern in your voice while scratching the palm of his hand with your thumbnail to keep him focused and present on you.

Zyair looked down at the floor in the backseat. Considering what you’ve said for a moment. Thumb your fingers in response. “Me, Nervous? Not at all, baby girl; this is the kind of shit I live for.” He admitted slyly and smiled, looking into your eyes and cupping your chin with his free hand. 

You smiled brightly back. “The way the paps come in droves, the stares we get from everyone in the room, and I have the cutest eye candy on my arm.”  He continues and raises his eyebrow as you laugh and blush.

“You always loved a thrill, baby.” You said with a smooth smirk.

“ Thrills and sex, you know me so well.” He chuckled, clasping your hands to kiss them as Gomez does Morticia.

You tilted your head and looked into his eyes as you carefully gathered your dress, pulling it up as you straddled Zyair. He hummed in satisfaction, feeling your body against his. He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.  

Fingers gliding deftly over the fabric, the button gives way under your touch, his slacks parting to expose the heat beneath. His hand snakes into your hair and clasps onto the back of your neck, gripping firmly as he draws it into a tight hold. The tug at your scalp sends a ripple down your spine. His warm and shallow breath lingers above your lips, teasing the kiss you're aching for but still denying it.

In the next breath, his hand shifts, pressing possessively against the back of your neck, grounding you before he thrusts deep inside. The slick sound of skin meeting wetness fills the car, and both of you release a moan in perfect, guttural harmony.

The ride to the art museum seemed like forever, but you sat on Zyair’s lap, spent and feeling good. Nothing could compare to how this man made you feel, and nothing ever will. It felt like it was only the beginning.

“You Ready, Baby?”  He sighed in your ear as he wiped the lone tear from your eye, fixed your dress, and ran his fingers through your hair as he looked into your eyes intensely.

You nodded in anticipation as he looked over you. You fixed his shirt, looking over him the same way. He leaned in to capture a kiss before he tapped the window to let the driver know to unlock the doors. A flood of names and pulsing lights, Burst after burst, emitted from cameras as if lightning were trapped in the lenses, Capturing candid moments and freezing time.

Zyair Held you close as he walked in front, closing the car's door behind you both. Ensuring he could make a wide berth in the crowd.  Shielding you from the paparazzi. The carpet unfurled in a rich scarlet hue, dark and sultry like the essence of life spilled across the floor.

He pushes through, and the feeling of anxiety and panic creep into your being.   Blinded, it makes you go numb. You grasp your long-nailed hand to your throat, breathing in and out slowly... the shadows of figures swirling as the world becomes muddled, and you fall back into the throng.  

 Zyair notices immediately. Your panicked breaths and shaking hands are a clear sign that the chaos of the red carpet is overwhelming. Without hesitation, Zyair moves to your side, slipping an arm on your waist to make sure you're close.

"Breathe, baby,” He says against the shell of your ear. “Focus on me, On my voice. I’ve got you.

“Zyair, it’s so much. I can’t…  th- the lights, the people. “ You say in a quiet, hushed voice.

He guides you forward, his body buffering you from the luminous pops. You tremble against him, your heart racing as the paparazzi and fans' screams echo in the air. But he doesn't waver, his grip on your waist leading you towards the venue's entrance.

“ZYAIR!  HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE SOMEONE AS SEXY AS HER ON YOUR ARM!? ” The Paparazzo calls out.

“LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS GETTING LUCKY TONIGHT!” Another shouts, leering at you.

Zyair’s jaw clenches out of annoyance, his grip tightening around you.

“Ignore them, Ma.”  He murmurs.

As you both step inside, the noise dims slightly, and the air feels cooler and less oppressive. Zyair stops turning to face you and gently cuddles your cheeks in his hands. His thumbs stroke them, and his eyes search yours for signs of distress.

“Are you okay, my love?”  he asks softly, his voice low and soothing. Do you need a moment to catch your breath?”

“I’m fine, I just got scared. You know I can’t do this anymore.  I’ve moved on from that.  It’s different, but I still feel trapped. You breathe into his chest, touching him to soothe you.

He grips your hand as he walks forward again, obsessively and protectively pulling you. A photo op is set up. The room lit up as hungry media hounds were kept behind a velvet rope. They topple over each other like dice in rows—one after another. Turn here. Turn There. CLICK. CLICK.  

Zyair looks natural as he looks straight into the cameras, his mouth drawn down. His eyes and head avert to the lenses on cue. You follow suit, putting your shoulders back and pressing into him as he holds your hip. You turn to the side, face him, and smile at each other.

With a swift kiss, Zyair whispers, “ You're doing so good. Take your time.”  You feel his hand leave your waist.  He clasps his hands together and nods at the growing photographers.  You reach for his hand as his fingers slip through…  leaving a kiss on your knuckles. You look at him momentarily as he leaves your side. Drifting to the other side of the room, inches away doing a quick interview, his eyes never leave watching you.

Zyair watches as you take the Spotlight, his chest swelling with Pride at how you handle yourself in front of the cameras. He knows how overwhelming it can be, how easy it is to get lost in the moment's chaos. But you shine like a star, and your beauty and grace captivate everyone.

[goddessofthundathighs]

Now y’all know I had to brush the dust off my laptop and crank something out for @nahimjustfeelingit-writes’s Kinktober challenge. This is continuation of Boo’s Dollhouse written by my good sis @hearteyes-for-killmonger as well as a belated birthday present for my wifey @blktinkerbell.

Boo’s Dollhouse

Chapter 2: Honey

Premise: After wrapping up production of his latest docuseries Trevante sneaks off to Texas to see his favorite girl at his favorite brothel, only this time, his “Honey” isn’t so sweet.

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Boo busies herself around the brothel, making sure that everything is in order for the next guests’ arrival. He’d confirmed his appointment a week prior, and even dropped a hefty deposit to make sure that his favorite girl wouldn’t be occupying anyone else’s time but his. Boo happily obliged, swiftly sending over the NDA, and other important documents for finalization.

“He’s here!” she yells up the grand staircase to alert the lady of the hour.

Signature pumpkin head back in place she steps onto the porch as Shawnee opens the back door of the blacked out Durango. The 6’0 Adonis slides out with ease, sauntering up to the house like he owned the place. Boo thanks the heavens that her face is covered, masking the way she was currently eye fucking him as he walks up. Keeping up with the Halloween theme, he opted to come as Freddy Krueger, and Boo would’ve given anything in that moment to have his claws digging into her asscheeks while he pounds her from behind. The thought alone has her fanning herself.

“Tre,” she calls as casually as she can manage. “Or is it Mr. Krueger this evening?”

“We’ll go with Mr. Krueger to stay on theme.” He flashes his signature kilowatt smile and Boo’s knees grow weak. He was wearing the golden grills from the Moonlight movie and his thick New Orleans accent went straight to her core.

“My girl here?”

Boo smirks, nodding her agreement as she leads him inside to the bar. All the girls knew who he’d come to see. Golden sun kissed skin, the most adorable pout, and a face that would make even the most God-fearing man sin. J’Adore Milan Francois aka Honey. A new edition to the Dollhouse, Honey had Trevante weak in the knees the moment he laid eyes on her and it was nothing for him to drop several hundred thousand to keep her on his dick whenever he was in town, much to Boo’s enjoyment.

She frowns when she notices that Honey still hadn’t made it downstairs. It was unlike her to keep Tre waiting, especially since the two had already discussed his arrival.

“Honey!” she yells up the grand staircase, sensing Tre’s growing irritation. He wasn’t a patient man by any means, though he’d try for his Honey.

Boo had made it halfway up the stairs when Honey seemingly appeared, dressed in a skimpy Tinkerbell costume and matching Masquerade mask that covered her beautiful face. Tre didn’t like it, but he was willing to play along with whatever games she had up her sleeve.

“It’s not polite to keep your regulars waiting, Honey.” Boo’s tone was chilling. The golden beauty had been acting strange all week and she was almost to her wits end.

“Is everything alright, Princess? I can come back another time.” Tre’s tone was sincere and it tugged at Honey’s heartstring.

“No, I'm fine,” she says finally. “Let’s get this party started, shall we?”

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“Blonde hair looks good on you,” he purrs, regarding her with heated eyes. The way her asscheeks spilled from under the dress had his erection fighting with the material of his slacks and he was ready to pounce. She’d gained weight since the last time he’d visited the Dollhouse and he liked it.

Instead of a verbal response, she pushes him back on the bed, admiring the way his chocolate skin contrasted the deep crimson sheets. Straddling his lap, she lets her asscheeks rest on the tent in his pants as she slid a perfectly manicured stiletto nail up his ripped abs. The action made him hiss. He palms her backside, giving a firm squeeze before sliding her back and forth on his length. He could feel her wetness through her thong and knew she was almost ready for him.

“So we not speaking today?” That Louisiana twang was strong and it had Honey dripping wet, but still she remained silent. Though he tried not to read too much into her silence, he’d experienced her enough to know that something was off. Honey was always very vocal, praising him each time he hit that delicious spot in her core. Her hips rocking in one particular direction make him shake the thought and finally start their session. He didn’t need her to talk too much to make himself cum.

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Hot. The room’s temperature seemed to be set to hell as Tre rocks into Honey from behind. She breathlessly pants into the sheets as her slick glistens on his condom-covered dick. She isn’t as tight as before, but he chunks it up to the line of work she does. She is an escort after all.

“Treeee…”

He pauses. He definitely heard his name being called, but it didn’t sound like it came from the woman currently writhing under him. He suspiciously starts back stroking, glancing around the room for any indication that what he’d heard was real. Or that he may have had one too many bourbon and cokes at the bar waiting for Honey.

His eyes widened when bright red letters began appearing on the mirror across from the bed.

That’s not me…

Trevante froze. During one of their many after sex conversations, Honey told him that she had family ties in Haiti as well as Louisiana and practiced Hoodoo and Voodoo faithfully.

“Is everything alright?”

He looks down to see “Honey” looking over her shoulder at him and he suddenly feels sick to his stomach.

“Y-Yeah, I’m cool,” he lies. “I think I had one too many drinks. Let me regroup real quick.”

He doesn’t give her a chance for rebuttal before he scrambles to the guest bathroom up the hall. His hands are sweaty and his body won’t stop trembling. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

“Treeeee…”

This time he knew for sure that it was Honey calling out to him, but where the fuck was she? He didn’t have to wonder long as her gorgeous face appeared in the mirror before him.

“Don’t scream,” is all she says as she takes in the look on his face. “I’m still alive, I’m just trapped in the mirrors.”

“What the hell is going on?” he asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“It’s Larry. His spirit is angry at Boo for what she did and he’s using his kids to get revenge. They want t—”

Her admission is cut short when the entire bathroom goes black.

“Honey? Honey!”

“Honey,” Larry taunts him menacingly. “Ain’t shit sweet in here, pretty boy.”

When the lights come back on, Tre is surrounded by two male figures and “Honey”.

“It’s too bad that we have to kill you, Mr. Rhodes. I actually liked Moonlight,” the woman says before kicking his feet from under him.

Honey watches from the mirror in horror as the trio grotesquely dismember Trevante’s body, discarding the remains in one of the abandoned bedrooms. Heartbroken, she disappears into the shadow realm, thinking of how she would warn Boo and the others before they met the same fate.

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[tvchi]

The Challenge: About Loss

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

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

Pairing: Jalen Hurts x black female Word Count: 2010

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Holidays and birthdays”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Sarah and Sam,” Professor Martinez called.

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

     “Celeste and Patrick”

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

     “Hunter and Malachi”

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

     “Adaobi and Jasper!”

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

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

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

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

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

      “Hi,” I said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Streets

“No Final Fantasy can we end these games though? ” - Doja Cat, ‘Streets’ (2019)

Summary: Trevante finally decides to say something, revealing to you how he feels and it leads to something the both of you only thought could happen in your dreams.

Warnings: Fluff, angst?, smut

Can be read as a stand alone, or as a continuation to Like I Want You

No backing down now. He thought. 

I've been goin' through some things 

I struggle with my inner man 

“I have something that  I have to get off my chest.” He said. 

There was no hint of playfulness laced in his voice like usual. 

No this was serious and it made you shiver.

Trevante couldn’t help but still get nervous around you and it took everything in him to not kiss you again.

The feeling of your soft lips gently caressing his back in shock but with such fluid motion and the current running between you both was something you wouldn’t mind feeling again. 

Baby, we tried to fight it

We all been there some days

“ I like you. Ok? I’ve liked you since we started hanging out more and i got to know you more but

Thought I needed something else

And acted like I was okay

“But I always thought you weren’t interested in me like that cause you’d always call be your friend and yea there may have been a few times of playful flirtin but I figured that just how it’d be with us and i didnt want to say anything when you would talk to me about those assholes you’d go one dates with and clearly didn’t know how to treat you”

We just had to work it out

“If I knew this was how you’ve felt, or what you thought we could’ve saved us so much time and mindless pinding over the wrong people...”

You thought of all the times you went on those dead-end dates with guys that couldn’t hold a conversation to save their life or the ones that talked so much that it irritated you to no end and how you’d go to Tre and he’d be there. Waiting on you with open arms, hanging onto your every word and giving you advice.

That’s why you thought he didn’t feel the same. What man would be so selfless? 

You wanted to leave and try to move on in hopes of protecting yourself when really you were causing more problems and you could’ve potentially caused him to lose interest..

And baby, I needed space

“I’m sorry for trying to basically avoid you at every cha-” 

“It’s alright. I guess you wanted to protect yourself from disappoint like you’d normally be on the receiving end of, but i'm not them and I can definitely say that without a doubt, you’d be my queen and not second fiddle against the juvenile excuses some of those dicks told you back then.” He was right. He’d always treat you so nicely and you misread it as friendly behaviour when for him he didn’t want to run. He wanted to stay out of fear that someone would take you away or treat you in a way you didn’t deserve.

There was a bit of silence between the two of you.

You're pouring your heart out

“we are idiots aren't we?” You both laughed, breaking the silence and it made you both feel lighter knowing you’ve spoke your peace and to have the next person feel the same made you want to float above the clouds even more than you were now. 

“I guess we are, but it makes it interesting.” He said, softly in your direction.

His smile was gracing his face and it made you melt to know that he felt the same and to know that he was there even when you tried to leave, made you feel so dumb to keeping your mouth closed about how you felt and you were sure your friends knew but wanted to leave you both to doing what you were doing incase they were wrong. 

You held me so down

All those nights you’d go to him about those aint shit niggas that wasted your time...

So down I never grew

You didn’t see that as a sign of his attraction. Just as a sign of his friendly nature and you blamed it on your lack of healthy relationships before meeting this great man that you knew no one could compare to.

Yon knew that no one else could hold you down like he did.

I tried to find out

All those guys were nothing. 

They meant nothing like the man sitting next you did in your whole time of having feelings for him but you wanted to make sure that it wasn’t you that was self-sabotaging these short term talking stages or relationships, if you can even call them that.

When none of them came through

But it wasn’t you. You thought, as you looked at his structured face, glancing over every little feature from his eyebrows to the hairs in his beard. They just weren’t him and you knew that now. 

now I'm stuck in the middle

And baby had to pull me out Like you

That night brought on an onslaught of feelings and emotions but you both remained outside until your friends called it a night and he sobered up to drop you back to your place.

The ride was comfortably silent with fluttering glances and the soft music playing through the speakers made you feel safe and right about the future of this “friendship” between you two.

Like you

Over the next few days, you both facetimed, called, texted whatever way you could keep communication open, you both did it and it was like old times again, except you both knew the others feelings and it changed from “friendly” to him essentially courting you in a way you both hadn’t put an exact label on but you both knew it was exclusive and no one could break that apart.

After a few dates and some more group hangout, you both managed to agree on having a “sleepover”, but this time it wouldn’t be like normal ; no friends or interruptions, just the two of you and it made you nervous but excited for the days to hurry past.

The days indeed were passing quickly and you made sure to pack an extra set of clothes and some nice undergarments incase you got the chance to change into it, or you’d have another opportunity to wear it for him and you knew he’d appreciate it with the way he always compliments you and your body when given the chance and it made you even more sure that he was the one that was it for you as he didn’t comment on the weight but when you wouldn’t be noticeably be eating a lot around him because you were worried about your college work and submissions he’d subtly give you food during the shared study sessions you’d have with him and your other friends. Similarly, you’d make sure he was eating when he had finals or a sports event.

You guys felt that bonding and caring was leading towards the formation of something beautiful and stable.

When the day finally came, you told him you'd forget to mention the offsite visit you’d be taking to see an exhibit on african american and afro-caribbean art being held for the month

He was happy that you were happy. 

The way you were gushing about the work you’d see and how the artists all incorporated the ideas of the diaspora, feeling lost but building some form of unity in their situations brought chills to you and the other students that accompanied the tour. 

He loved seeing your pictures that you sent when you got there and when you got the chance, you’d take pictures with the artists and creators.

He knew you’d forget to text him when you reached back to the campus or if he’d need to come get you, to which you’d appreciate seeing as the others seemed to want to stay longer than you had hoped and others had already gone and you didn’t feel like getting in other people’s cars that you werent too close with. 

Could you come for me in the next hour?

You asked and saw the three dots before his text came through.

Send your location.

That was his text to you and you weren’t about to lie and say you didn’t feel the little “flutters” as you pictured him laid up and thinking about you like you were him.

Location sent.

This is it. You thought. 

No holding back. You convinced yourself, mentally as you continued moving around the exhibit to look at the other pieces you didn’t get the chance to yet when you guys were allowed to take a break as they were opening up some of the other areas for public viewing now

Closed mouths don’t get fed and you were hungry you argued as you saw his latest text that he was on his way, wondering where the time went but anticipating the activities you’d both get into.

You began to look around a few more times before making your way to the front of the building after saying your ‘bye’s, nice to meet you’s and see you later’s.

Leisurely walking to the front you stayed in the cool conditioned air of the building, awaiting the man that managed to continuously surprise you with his bold, straightforward nature.

Glad I brought my bag and waxed the other day so no worries about any fuzz being down there, if things went as you’d hope, you thought before opening the glass door seeing the next he was around the corner and then seeing him pull up to the front.

He pulled up to the front of the building as you made your way outside of the facility.

You watched as he got out of the 1973 Chevrolet Impala you would often watch him work on,

or he’d offer to take you in to go on those long drives that would make you think things once you saw him drive with one hand and his seat back.

Like you said, it made you think things.

He came over to you and walked you back in silence.

Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing

The cool air brushing over his exposed arms.

The wind carrying his scent that hit you as you slightly trailed behind him, before coming up to the car door and opening it for you while taking your bag and placing it in the back.

And it’s motherfuckin’ scary

He shut both doors and made his way round to the drivers side, getting in and buckling up himself before stealing a quick glance at you as you did the same.

“Ready.” The click of your seatbelt heard before your voice altered him.

He looked over at you, one hand on the gear stick, and the other on the wheel before racking his dark pupils over your shy-seated form. You saw as he but his plush bottom lip before his lips formed a smirk that made your thighs clench.

She better be ready. He thought as he knew that this shy act you had going on was only turning him on more and he wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours yell his name like he dreamed.

Y’all made it back to his and you were met with the warmness and enticing scents coming from within his space. 

“I made your favourite.” He watched you walk in slowly, eyeing you again before waking in the light trail of your perfume and body lotion that left you smelling like candy and he wanted to have his dessert now. 

You were so consumed with what he said and what he’d done that you hadn’t responded. He turned and looked to you as he made his way ahead when you stood frozen at what he had done for you when you thought no one would ever do such a thing. 

Tryna keep him 'cause I found him

“Princess?” There goes that nickname that had you shivering slightly and gave him a chance to openly gaze into your beautiful eyes with a look of confusion at your silence in regards to food.

“Huh? Oh! No! that’s great. I was starving.” You expressed and progressed to his smaller dining room, still shocked at the set up of your favourite laid out and you knew it wasn’t order either because you’ve watched this man cook and always taste tested so you knew you weren’t about to be dissapointed.

“I told you to stop starving yourself. You need me to start bringing you lunches again?” He cared. The fact that this fine, tall, dark and handsome man was willing to come to you and bring you lunch still was getting you all warm, along with the delicious food that was hitting the spot.

This man is bout to get it, you thought before sitting and enjoying the food he prepared.

Both sitting under the dimmed lights and intimate atmosphere he managed to create with what he had, intensified your emotions and the glasses of wine you had with dinner got you to loosen up. 

He didn’t want to force conversation. He was ok with just being in your presence and for that, you knew he was the one and you’d do anything to keep him happy and ‘Let a ho know I ain't motherfuckin' sharing’ (or whatever it is Doja Cat said.) You’d thought as he ushered you to his couch after collecting the plates and placing them in the sink before returning to you.

He saw you and couldn’t help but think about you being his. Like actually his.

I could take you to the parents, then to Paris

Plan a motherfuckin' wedding

Tonight i’m gonna make her mine and there’s no doubt about it. 

He sat so close and for a second, you felt those shocks you felt the night he first kissed you when your legs touched.

You couldn't help but look at him and see the burning desire he had in his eyes. It was the same for him, seeing your deep pools looking at him with adoration and contemptment that he wanted to fall to his knees and beg for your love, even though he could guess you loved him the way he did you. 

You the type I wanna marry (Yeah) and keep you merry

I'll put the ring on when you ready

There was a split second.

Then clothes began to drop around your retreating forms, leading to his room.

The kisses were hard and passion filled. Hands grasping body parts.

Hot skin against hot skin. 

The soft glow of the candle he’d lit in his room providing him with enough light to tell that you were ok with this but he still had to make sure 

“You sure about this babygirl? Cause once we start...I don’t know if i’ll be able to stop.” He voice dropped many octaves and resonated deep in your soul to the point of setting off a gush between your legs that had you mindlessly nodding your head at the man.

“Words Princess.” He gripped your chin and kept that intense eye contact.

“Yes sir.” The name set off something in him and he had you flung across his mattress, head between your legs and hands gripping your thighs while he kept his eyes on your face contorting in pleasure. 

We play our fantasies out in real life ways and

No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?

He made you cum with a powerful orgasm but you knew he could do better and he knew that he was just warming you up for one of the best nights of your life...besides marrying him and having kids together. 

THAT’S how sure of himself he was that he’d ruin you for anyone else.

Could you blame him tho? He finally has you how he’s been dreaming about and he isn’t gonna hold back in let you know how much you mean to him. He’s gonna make sure you feel his love for you like he’s been saying.

You give me energy, make me feel lightweight (Woo)

He saw you come down enough to get on your knees, staring into his face like he was yours. 

You saw your essence glistening in his facial hair, the moonlight that made its way in and added to the soft glow of the candle made him look like a beautiful shade of blue and near obsidian black. 

Your hands making their way up his sculpted arms, joining at the chest and making their way down his sculpted torso, leading to his happy trail and the prominent tent in his jeans that you couldn’t help but rub your palm against.

“No teasing, Princess.” His voice snapped you out of your day dream of the erect member laying between his thick thighs, encased by the light washed jeans. 

You looked up at him through innocent eyes and you swear you saw his pupils dilate even more, overtaken by lust as he brought his hand up your stomach, corse palms over your delicate skin and thick fingers wrapping around your neck for a tight squeeze before he gently pushed you back onto the bed once he saw you close those pretty eyes and bit your lip at the action. 

Like the birds of a feather, baby

He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed before he started to remove his denim bottoms. Eyes never leaving yours as he pushed his jeans down his muscular legs, taking his boxers off at the same time before standing at attention once kicking them off.

You couldn’t help but look down at the one-eyed monster between his legs and he took notice at the way you looked at him.

He gripped the base of it before calmly saying “Don’t worry baby. You’re a big girl and I know you can take it.” His hand pumping slowly at the look in your eyes and the wetness between your legs. 

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it over his tip causing you to let out a whine at not being able to feel his girth in your mouth.

“Don’t worry Princess, you can have a taste later. Right not i want to feel that sweet pussy gripping this fat dick, that alright?” He said a soft voice but it was gruff that it had you getting slick even more at the dominance he had in that moment and the way he put receiving on the backburner. 

You just nodded you head and he got close to you to rub his tip between your folds, lubricating the condom with what you supplied. It was a sight for him that he had to think of anything besides busting in the condom then and there.

We real life made for each other

He made you look at him before pushing into your wet valley. He took his time as you relaxed and felt every hot inch insert itself so deliciously slow.

And it's hard to keep my cool

You weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t like the gentle strokes he was giving to let you adjust, however you knew he wanted to go faster and harder if he was as sexually frustrated as you were from subpar partners.

Cause you’re a one in a million 

There ain't no man like you

It was like he was reading your mind. 

After he noticed you moving your bottom half off the bed to meet his strokes, he grabbed your legs, placing them over your shoulder, not missing a beat and going deeper into your depths.

“Oh shit tre!” He had to let out a breathy chuckle before he felt you grip his dick with your tight walls. That caused his body to jerk even deeper before he could process it and had him releasing a deep grunt you don’t think you’ve ever heard from him before.

“Shit Princess. Got this tight pussy grippin me like this? Who said you could do that?” He was gonna make sure you knew who was incharge in the bed room but you had a surprise for him when you were able to catch him off with the slip of a whispered ‘daddy!’ that made his hips stutter and him lose focus.

You were able to get him on his back, his large member not slipping from your clenching muscles and managed to start grinding on the massive amount of muscle lying beneath you.

“I did. Nigga” You went in after that.

Trevante watched in awe at the way you were taking him, knowing this position meant you’d definitely feel him in your gut if you sat completely over his pulsing, thick pole.

You planted your feet on either side of his hips, hands moving through the wisps of hair sprayed across his chest and switched the pace of your movements.

Up. Down and grind then up again.

He wasn’t going to lie and say that you were riding him like the perfect woman, like he’d always imagine after hearing about the way a woman could trap a man with good sex, he finally believed it with you over him.

That intense i contact was adding to the pleasure for you both and he couldn’t help himself. He brought his hand down on your ass quick and hard before gripping the round flesh in his hands and picking you up to lay back on the bed again before he started to pound into you faster once he saw your eyes rolling back and felt your pussy clenching him even harder.

“You gonna cum on this dick babygirl? Huh?! Answer me and take it like a big girl!”

all you could do was nod your head and repeatedly chant “Yes Yes Yes Yes” even after he finished speaking to you.

You layed under him a blubbering mess but wanting to prove to him you weren’t a punk.

“Cum on this dick Princess. I want to feel that pretty pussy cum all over this -fUCK! THAT’S RIGHT!-yea cum on this dick! Make it yours bitch!”

That word did something for you.

“I’M CUMMING.”

“Then cum bitch.” He whispered into your ear and it ignited the spasms and feeling of pure bliss of release.

He watched you convulse under him and he felt his sack tighten at the way your face looked that he couldn’t take his eyes off yours even for a second.

“Look at me bitch! I said look at me!” He gripped your cheeks between his large hand and got you to face him, seeing your dazed state and then he recognized you were going to cum again.

“You gonna cum again? You like this? Huh?” He waited and raised his leg onto the bed, bending it and forcing your legs to go wider by taking them from around his hips.

He had you so confused in this position. 

You didn’t know if you wanted to run or stay there but you knew it had you cumming closer. Then you felt a smack to the face.

“I asked you a question! Answer me!” His loud voice, deep and all baritone like bounced off the walls at his command.

“Yeees I’M CUMMING!” You responded, equally loud you were sure the neighbours would hear but they should mind the business that pays them you thought.

You were getting the pounding of your life and didn’t want to have to stop because of nosey people calling security to check on the unit.

If they didn’t know what was going on, then that’s tough. But you were gonna make sure you got railed well tonight.

He didn’t know what came over him but he had to say it

“You love this dick baby? You love how I feel inside you?” His voice was still deep but that roughness made you tingle and he felt the flutter of your walls over him

“Yes!” You squeaked out.

“FUCK! I feel that pussy gripping me even tighter!”

He looked at you and you managed to pry your eyes open and stare into his as he said what he felt was right in that moment.

“You wanna be my girl? Huh?” His eyes still held list in them, but there was a softness as he slowed down to ask this, coming closer to you to pepper kisses over your face and embrace you.

“Yes!” You loved the way he felt but you wanted him to go harder so when you pleaded “Harder Tre! Please? I need you to go harder” He fixed his position and granted you your wish by pounding into you harder and faster, his gentle thrusts out the window and your ecstasy written all over your face.

You tried pushing his hips away but he smacked your hands away, grabbing both wrists and coming to you closer and to your ear.

“You gonna cum when I tell you to? You gonna be a good girl for me?” He watched you in pleasure of maintaining his composure and not cumming the first minute he sunk into your velvety pussy that he couldn’t even manage would feel so heavenly as it does now.

“Yes” You sounded so pathetic and it turned you on more than you thought possible at being so dominated but the big heap of dark, thick hefty muscle plowing into you made you feel safe even with his belittling of you but you knew it was only for the sex. 

“Yeah? My girl huh? You’re so pretty under me.” He whined. It was so beautiful to hear so loud into your ear in the close position he was in. 

This close proximity made you feel so connected and had you tearing up a little at the fact you knew he was still being gentle with you and it brought you closer.

Trevante looked down at you and saw the cloudy look in your eyes. He knew you were cumming again and he was right there with you so he let you go and pushed one of his hands between your sweaty bodies, finding your clit and stimulating you double time to climax together.

He saw your eyes rolling back when he felt that tightness in his sack before he shouted out to you,

“CUM! CUM ON THIS DICK!” He roared out to you.

It was a rush you hadn’t been prepared for as he managed to get faster but his rhythm started to become irregular. He still managed to hit that deep spot in you that had you going crazy when his tip would rub over it and all that could be heard was you both climaxing then heavy breathing.

He continued to grind into you slowly, careful that it may hurt you but he wanted to ride out the best orgasm he’s had in awhile, and knowing that it was with you made him want to keep his dick deep in you.

If it wasn’t for the condom, he’s sure he would’ve gotten you pregnant and totally stepped up to the plate to take care of you and his seed.

Like you

He couldn’t believe that you were here, in this moment with him and he had to make sure you know that you were all he could ever want and more.

He raised up and you whimpered at the loss of warmth he provided and the way his body calmed you down after such a session.

“None of that.” He said, leaning back down to place a gentle kiss to you lips “I’ll be back Princess” and then slowly pulling out of you to tie the condom and through it away. 

You couldn't help but watch his retreating form go into the bathroom and come back with a damp rag to wipe you up and then leave the room to get you some water and lay back in the bed with you next to him. 

You both stared at eachother once he got back in the bed and you managed to fix yourself in a comfortable position, not caring about the sweat or the way you may look like a mad woman.

Instead, you brought your hand up to his cheek and watched as he closed his eyes before puckering his lips, leaning to you for a kiss that you happily gave him and he pulled you to lay on his chest.

He thought you had fallen asleep as you hadn’t moved in a while and knew he had to catch some sleep to if he wanted to get up early and make you something for breakfast. 

He planted a soft kiss onto your forehead, gripping you tighter and released a content sigh.

I found it hard to find someone like you

He wasn’t going to let you go and for a moment he thought he heard you say something but he passed it off as fatigue from the intense session the both of you just carried out after months of sexual frustration and tension. 

Trevante didn’t know that you were still awake and said that you loved him 

I can't be without you

You knew you weren’t gonna run anymore and he was it. Your one in a milllion and you would do everything to keep him, like he would you.

He held you tighter before finally closing his eyes, a small smile on his face.

And I can't be without you

He hadn’t heard you say you loved him...

but that’s neither here nor there.

You’d be alright with saying it again when you both were awake and not high off sexual energy.

Like you.

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Hey y’all! 

Sorry this took so long🥴 Been busy with uni and some other personal stuff so I put this off longer than intended🥴

But what’d you think, hope this met the standards and was worth it? 

Don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment 😊

Hope you’re staying safe, checking in on your friends and loved ones and taking time for yourself :)))

Love you all and thanks for the support.

-K💜

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NSFW ALPHABET✮ Trevante Rhodes.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

One thing about him is he gonna check on his baby 😭 He knows he can get rough at times when he has more stress pent up and most of the time you welcomed it, but he would hate if he hurt you after the fact.

“It wasn’t too much, right?” He would ask after wiping you down and laying next to you, pulling your body close to his. You simply nod, unable to say a word as you slowly drifted off to a peaceful slumber, ignoring the thumping between your legs.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He LOVES your thighs. There wasn’t a moment his hands weren’t on them when you’re close to him. He’d grip them, squeeze the thickness of them before trailing his hands up to your hip dips and over to your ass, giving it a smack that had you yelping and softly pushing at him as a warning. He smirks with no intimidation put into him, leaning down and kissing your lips.

When it came to him, his favorite body part had to be his hands. You loved them, therefore he did too. They were big, big enough to cover the whole front of your throat when fucking you into your mattress, veins protruding from his soft skin as he softly squeezes the sides of your neck. Your own hands came up to lay on top of his, softly caressing as you came.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside. Point blank period. If it wasn’t for your birth control, you’d be six children and one on the way locked in with the man, and he’d be proud of it. If you were sucking him off, he’d ask you to stand and bend over quickly just before he cums, shoving himself deep inside your wet warmth and filling you up to the brim with his seed, leaving you leaking with nut that didn’t make it inside you dripping down your thigh. He’d take his finger and wipe it up after he pulls out, sliding two digits into you after to make sure you were good and stuffed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to sit on his face so, so, so BAD. You were a thicker girl so you were scared to, always shoving him away and laughing his dirty jokes off when he was dead serious about you riding his tongue. Secretly, that was the main things he thought about when he jerks off. He thinks about you fucking his mouth till you physically couldn’t cum anymore, thighs shaking on either side of his head with your pussy on full display for him to indulge in again, even long after you say you couldn’t go any longer.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Let’s be real, Trevante has been around the block. A few times actually! He wasn’t a whore per se, but he liked sex like any other adult human being. He knew his way around some pussy, especially yours. He knew that kisses on your neck is what really turned you on, he knew the way your clit jumps every time he says your name in a rough tone, he knows how much you cream in reverse cowgirl, and he knew the only way to make you squirt was to press down on your stomach and rub your clit while fucking you at the same time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl, you bent alll the way over so he could see how well you wrap around his dick. Who dont wanna see a fat ass jiggle in their face? He definitely does. Trevante loved your thighs, but he was also a proud ass man.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, but he does not hesitate to crack an evil pearly white smile when you start tapping out wether that would be while he fingers you, eats you out, fucks you, or shoves his dick down your throat. He found pride in being able to push you to a limit because he knew no other was even close to doing it, and if they were, he’d beat that record with ease.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes his trimmed. The only time he has went bare was when he was younger, back then he liked a completely clean shave, even when it came to his women, but these days he just trims and goes on about his day and now it didn’t matter for his women. He was gonna feast regardless.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He isn’t romeo, but he knows what makes you swoon. He’s never one to forget a special occasion, and if he feeling spiffy then he’s gonna make some shit up just to love you up a little more than what he does on a regular basis.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

You travel for work, so often times he’s alone for an extended amount of time. Some might think he just be stroking it back to back, but he actually likes to save it all for you. If he does touch himself, he’s definitely not cumming. He’d edge himself for hours just to get the sense of cumming and that alone would hold him off just until you got home. That’s when he’d go absolutely feral for you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Long before you two made it official you could see he had a thing for degrading. In college you two would hang out, you’d help him study and keep his grades up so he could stay on the track team and he’d…well nothing, there was no exchange for you other than having someone to laugh at. It wasn’t until he kept calling you stupid one study session where all horny hell broke loose. Yall fucked like rabbits any and everywhere on that campus. You had officially been his nasty bitch.

Oh and like i said before, thighs. Sometimes he didn’t even need the pussy. All he did was beg you to pull your pants off so he could fuck your thighs, and you’d happily oblige. he slid his thick dick between your legs, you allowing the fat on your thighs and the softness of your cotton panties mold around his dick as he thrusts, only getting faster when he feels himself slipping into sweet euphoria.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His apartment had floor to ceiling windows so you already know you were getting fucked above hundreds of passing cars. He didnt care and the reflection of you two only added to the satisfaction of the thought that someone could be watching him claim your body. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t cum thinking about that too.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you walk around the house with them tight ass shorts you like to wear or (un)surprisingly enough, that moomoo you wear after braiding your hair back and putting it in a bonnet to protect it for your hair appointment the next day. You couldn’t count how many times he has shoved that gown up your waist, snatched that bonnet off or pushed the crotch of your shorts to the side. Honestly, anything showing you in a natural state wether it’d be you in a moomoo or you comfortable with being half naked, it was an instant boner alert.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d try anything once for you, but pegging is an instant no-no. Not that he has some type of weird thought behind it, he just wouldn’t think he’d rock with it like other niggas. Plus, he wasn’t that type of submissive, if he was gonna put you in a dominant position, it’d involve him with still some kind of control(until you take that too of course).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He does it all baby. He knows you like to watch him eat your pussy with his grillz in, and he loves the way you take dick down your throat with ease. When I said he knew his way around some pussy, I wasn’t kidding. He utilized that long tongue and used eating pussy as a jaw work out that he thoroughly enjoyed. In all reality, he didn’t care if he was on the receiving end or not, he was having his fun anyway.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, he does it all baby. Say you want it slow and he’s making love to you, swirling his hips in ways that had his length reaching places that you had no idea were there. Tell him you wanna be fucked like a slut and he’s knocking the mario coins out that ass. Sometimes all it took was a simple look for him to understand exactly how you wanted it and you loved that about him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’d rather have time with you to really enjoy the sex but he’s definitely not turning down no quickie regardless. His boo want some dick real quick? He’s there, in there like swimwear.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said, He’d try anything at least once. The day you two tried bondage was probably the nastiest he’s ever been and the time you used a vibrator to tease him? He had never came so much.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two rounds consecutively, give him a water break and he’s back in it like he never left. Sometimes he didn’t even need water and just wanted to get you ready for the next round. Usually in total he likes three rounds, but he will go further if you can take it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any of his own. Not that he was against it, he just didn’t need any to get off, and if he were to use one it was most likely on you until you initiated something else.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sex didn’t come without teasing with him. He did it well before he was even doing anything sexual, sometimes on accident. Like when he’d grip your thigh but accidentally go way too far up, his hand grazing your clothed warmth with every tight squeeze of his fingers.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a grunter. A sigher. Sometimes even a whimperer when it’s been some time since he’s been with you. He makes sure you can hear how you make him feel and he makes sure you make enough noise to tell him he’s doing well too.

W = Wild card

Idk what to put here chile. We have established that nigga is a supaaa freak.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lord have mercy. It was no secret that he was an adonis of a man. He takes care of his entire body and believes it is a temple. So if he’s clean on the outside, then he will be clean on the inside too. When it comes to the size of that hammer? You thought he was gonna rip you apart the first time you two had sex. He was slightly above average but his thickness was what really did it for you. Every time you two have sex, you can’t believe all of it actually fits inside.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Oh he’s a true yearner, but he keeps it under wraps. Not saying he’s nonchalant cause that’s definitely not the case, maybe back then, but definitely not now. He gonna let his baby know he misses her, but he ain’t gonna let her know how he’s fucking his hand thinking about her while she’s gone, or how he sleeps with her pillow cause it still smells like her hair oil, or how he has a specific mode on his phone that changes his background to his favorite picture of you two. Yeah, that man be down bad for his boo.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to talk to his girl first, asking her what she liked about what he did to her, what he should do next time, etc. Then he’ll pull you close after all your rambling and fall asleep with you.

✮✮✮✮

ps. who should i do next??

[chaneajoyyy]

TREVANTE RHODES SMUT FICS

@ileftmypizzaintheoven

- coastal rota series, threesome with trevante and erik, makeup sex with trevante-  @tastingmellow

- partition, good morning, nostalgia, vampire in brooklyn series- @laketaj24 (search trevante rhodes x reader)

- rooftop (with michael b. jordan), roll some mo’-  @bakarilennox

- one where trevante and the reader just got married, nerdbae series, pulse series, 24 hours series- @artsninspo

- heat, just a little something before the album, log cabin and a brewing fire series (nebraska williams)- @madamslayyy

- the pre-party series, training series, disractions series, night owl series, restrained series, showtime, overdrive series, touch, double doms, i need ou, friendsgiving, stop playing with me, gimme some coer, wildin’, fussy boots,    bad habits, vuleranble- @l-auteuse

- untitled trevante rhodes imagine, dirty drabble- @imagine-n-shit

-  it’s complicated series- @dacreskars

- sacrifice series- @goddessofthundathighs

- all night- @if-n0t-l8ter-when

- passion, making love- @brwnsugababe

- naughty professor series, backstage madness, homestyle cooking-  @basickassandra (search: trevante rhodes)

- three’s company series (with trevante-face claim)- @bribrisback 

-  the girl is mine series (with erik stevens), issa prompt no. 2: tamed series (collegeboi!trevante), the breakdown series (with erik stevens and chiron), issa prompt no. 1 series, make me beg series (chiron x reader)-   @lostgalaxies

- come back to bed (pre smut), wine and dine (one mention of peen as stated)- @amelatonin

- going up?- @eerythingisshaka

- wap- @daddy-killmonger

- undeniable attraction, lost time- @mochaxmars

- tre, alone time- @miyuhpapayuh

- act up-  @stripper-patrick

[shaekingshitup]

A/N: My internet is not my friend. This is like the 8th time I've tried to post this so fingers crossed! Not proofread. This is an abridged fic idea that I had for chubby reader x Trevante Rhodes. Soo I hope y'all like it even though it's missing a lot of the original details. I wasn't ever gonna write it until @ju5tp3achy sent in the request for it! Thanks a lot sis!!

In Sight

“Sol?” he asked from behind her. She froze. This was it. This was the moment she’d waited months for. 

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April 23,2020

“Girl, these niggas on these dating apps are so tired,” Sol spoke into her headphones as she ventured into her kitchen. 

“EXCUSE ME?! LIL GIRL, MAKE SURE YOU WATCH YO MOUTH!” hollered her mother from the living. Sol opened the freezer door and did a deep eye roll. She was about tired of all of this quarantine life. She was especially tired of her loud mouthed mother trying to act like she wasn’t a grown ass adult. 

“HAHAHA” laughed Titi on the other end of the line. “I told you you should have come moved in with me before all this started,”

“Sis, I would be in a hospital by now if I did that. You out here plannin’ mini vacations with yo boo and going outside like they have free ice cream! Couldn’t be me,” Sol told her as she grabbed  the last of her Extreme Chocolate Moose ice cream and slammed the freezer door just to be petty. She caught a glare from her mother as she retreated to her room. 

“Shut up! I’m being careful! I’m just not drinkin the Kool-Aid on all this stuff. I’m ready to go back out and get my hair and nails done. They say that some Black people are immune.” 

“We are not doing this conversation again. New topic please,”

“Whateva. What’s wrong with these mens on these dating apps?” 

“They’re all just bored and lonely. No one cares about making legitimate connections.” Sol whined, “They just want attention! They don’t want my heart! 

“Alright Shawn Mendes, why don’t you just try In Sight?”

“It’s Charlie Puth.” Sol corrected. “What’s In Sight?” 

“Ugh. Vanilla, Eggshell. Potaytoe, Potahtoe. I forget that they actually make you work at your job so you don’t have time to know every internet sensation that comes up. In Sight is this new dating app that they launched,”

“Who is they?”  Sol questioned.

“You ask too many questions. Lemme tell my story. You know the Netflix show Love is Blind?”

Now whose asking questions?

“Yeah, my sister was tellin’ me about it and then I ended up binging it right before this Stay-At-Home mandate went into effect. What about it?”

‘Well, Netflix and Buzzfeed created an app that is pretty much the premise of that show. People don’t reveal images of themselves until they meet in person. They connect based on personality tests and mutual interests. People can text, call or walkie talkie in the app. But, they can’t see one another. It’s supposed to be catfish free because they’re all verified on Facebook or somethin. But, idk how true that is”

“Until we meet in public? This shit is supposed to last until the end of May! Probably longer with how ignorant these protestors and anti-vaxxers are being right now.”

“Don’t put that into the universe! I rebuke it! I am going to get a mani-pedi soon! SOON SIS!” 

“Pshh. I need you to rebuke these Killer Asian Wasp we have flying outside. Throw the whole 2020 away.” 

“Hey mommy,” Sol heard on the other line. Titi came back.

“Sol, I gotta go. Your goddaughter needs me to go over her homework,” 

“Better do right by YOUR daughter. Tell my baby Neveah I said hey! Bye hoe” Sol said in her usual salutation to her best friend

“Bye bitch” Tiana replied. 

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May 13, 2020

“On God, I was ready to give up! I said ‘Lord if this man is on these games, I will indeed keep to myself throughout the duration of this pandemic. I don’t care what anybody says.’” Sol messaged

“Well, God ain’t never late. So, he delivered me right in time 😜.” he responded.

“Alright Mo, Imma head out,” Sol sent him the Spongebob meme and laughed out loud. She wondered what his laugh sounded like. She’d barely been talkin to Nemo for twelve days. But she was already falling. She couldn't allow herself to be swept away for real for real. Not only did she not have any idea what this man looked liked, he just seemed too good to be real. It was too early to feel this smitten. Her other prayers to God had been to not let this man be a catfish and for him not to talk about how beauty was on the inside but turn out to be a fatphobic, colorist prick. 

“😞 don’t go baby girl. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” Mo responded. He sent her a gif of of a cartoon man sending off a military salute. He already knew all the ways to make her smile. They both had that easy going humor about them.

“Alright. But you on probation.”

“Lmao. I know how to do my time. What are you up to mamas?” 

“I just finished a bubble bath. I’m trying to find a movie to fall asleep to,” She knew she was tempting him with that bubble bath line. 

“I won’t even acknowledge that you did that.”

“What ever do you mean?” 

“Uh uh. Imma be on more than probation if we go down that route”

“What about these movies makes you play one every night before bed? Do you like the stories and then you dream about it or something?”

“Not really. I just like having somethin to listen too. The voices are fine. I can’t listen to music becuase then I want to sing or dance along. But having someone talking into my ear is like my own personal lullaby,” 

*Incoming Call* 

Sol stared at her screen. She wasn’t sure what to do and then the call notification went away.

“Wooow. Really ma?

“Why are you calling? We’ve never done that before.” 

“Let me sing to you”

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June 10, 2020

Google duo

“How you doin son. And thank you for that care package you sent me. I love that shea butter ?” 

“I’m good mamabear. I miss you. You been takin care of yourself? 

“Of course. You know I don’t go nowhere but my daily walk. What about you baby? I can see somethin’  on your spirit.. You and Miss Sunshine okay?”

“Haha. We good. You know I’m not one to kiss and tell. But, we are doing well right now,”

“Don’t kiss n tell? Trevante Nemour Rhodes, you better not have left that house to go catch this virus just for some girl you met a month ago.”

“No Ma’am! I have  not. She’s being very cautious right now too. She only leaves to get some fresh air and to pick up groceries or prescriptions for her mama. You’d love her. She reads and we’ve been doing some book studies together- yes, the bible included. “ he answered before she could even get the words out “She has great taste in music. She’s really wise with a good head on her shoulders. She be keepin me in check. I don’t even know what else to say about her. God knew what he was doing when he named her Sol because that woman has brought the sun  into my life. I know it’s been a month; but, they say when you know you know ma,”

His mother stared at him assessing the way he described this young woman. “I hear you son. That is your future wife. I’ve been prayin that The Lord would bring her into your life in an evident way and it’s clear he been listenin baby! It’s clear,” 

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August 1, 2020

“Hey mamas” he answered. 

“Hey Mo.” she smiled into the phone.

“Someone sounds happy,” he said trying to practice his patience. Well, someone just got a beautiful bouquet of baby’s breath and some chocolates delivered to her door. How'd you remember that they're my favorite flowers?"

"I pay attention to everything that you're willing to share with me. You know I'd do anything to hear you smile.”

Sol could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. 

“Mmf. Sounds beautiful. My personal ray of light.”

‘Aaanywaays. Happy three months knowin ya. I’m sorry I didn’t send you anything. You deserve to smile too.” 

“Ohh Sunshine, hearing you smile is like Christmas morning to me. Don’t worry about gettin’ me anything,”

“How many nicknames do you have for me? Do you even know my name? Don’t make me go Alicia on you”

“Girl, I know your name. Solita, Sunshine, Ray of Light, Mamas, Sweets, Mamacita, Babygirl, I just call you all of those names because.. Because I’m really feelin you. But what I really wanna call you, Miss Sol Baker, is mine. Whatcha say?”

“Welll,” Sol began, “ she bit her lip trying to hold back her smile, “ I don’t know Mo. I mean you’ve got a lot goin for you here. I mean you’re charming, intellectual, compassionate, lowkey funny-

“Aye, just lowkey? That’s a low blow Princess.”

“I said what I said. Let me continue. You’ve got that interesting actor thing going. But, Idk.” she got quiet, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have my reservations. I mean, like, hear me out. We’ve talked every day for the past three months. But, we’re in the middle of a pandemic! I don’t know what you look like. You don’t know what I look like. We say  that we’ll change all that when this quarantine is over. But, idk. What if this is all too good to be true? What if, when normal reups we’re not who we are through this app?”

He took a moment to soak in what she’d confessed. Suer he knew she had some doubts; but, she ahs never laid it out like this. 

“Sol, I hear you. Everything that you’re feeling right now is completely valid and I’ve skin in the game too. But, I- I just know that this, us, is real. Yeah this pandemic may have helped me to find you. But, I won’t let it define us. You askin’ what if. I mean, what if I was made for you? And you were made for me? What if this is it? What if it’s meant to be? What if I ain’t one of those fools just playin some game?

“Stop it. The randomly bursting into song mid conversation bit is my thing,”

“Well, I learn from the best mamas. I’m not out here wastin your time to lower your walls just so I can leave you alone to pick up the pieces. I have prayed for you. Shit, my own mama has prayed for you to step into my life and now you’re here. Me askin was just a courtesy. We don’t gotta puta  label on it if you ain’t ready. But, you already mine.”

“No takebacks?

“Nah. No takebacks.”

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December 19, 2020

Sol was standing outside of 448 S Hill St. Well, she was pacing back and forth trying to convince herself that she was calm. Today was the day. After nine months of being stuck inside, after seven and a half months of waiting to be with Mo, to meet him in person, to see him. The time had come. She’d spent the entire car ride thinking about all of the ways this could blow up on her face. So, she figured a few more minutes of it wouldn’t hurt.  What if this guy wasn’t even a guy? Was she going to have to call Nev Schulman and give him the world’s greatest catfish set up in the history of dating apps? What if this was an elaborate scheme just so at the end of all of this this person on the other side of the phone really just left random women “Finding Nemo” and he never shows?!  She’d thought about it all.  

But, what if? 

Sol stopped to allow herself to think of the day he claimed her as his own. What if everything goes right? She stopped and pondered. She was standing there in her yellow sundress and purple heels. The baby’s breath tucked into her hair was supposed to be his way of recognizing her. Now she felt silly for sticking such a small piece in her hair. 

“Sol?” he asked from behind her. She froze. This was it. This was the moment she’d waited months for. 

Sol took a big breath in and moved to turned around.

“Wait!” She halted. “Before you turn around Sol, I already know you’re going to be confused. But, she know that this is me and this has always been me, okay?”

“Okay,” Sol said even more afraid than she had been. She turned around to see a hella fine chocolate man behind her. He resembled, strike that he absolutely was Trevante Rhodes. She tried not to fangirl as she peeked around his shoulder to find Mo. But, there was no one else there. Just a gaggle of white people walking by on either side of her. She looked at him again and he smiled. 

“Okay. So, I have a little bit of explainin to do,” Tre spoke. Sol was dumbfounded. His voice matched Mo’s voice. But, this didn’t make sense. There was no way that Nemo, her Mo, that she’d been talking to for almost eight months was fine ass Trevante “Conductor” Rhodes. 

“Nemo? I mean I guess, Trevante? This is really confusing.” Tre walked forward to hold her hand. 

“I know mamas. I know this is a lot for you to wrap your head around but this is me. I promise I’ll explain more over brunch, let’s go up to the rooftop.”

Speechless, Sol nodded her head and they stepped inside the building. Once in the elevator alone, Sol noticed that he was still holding her hand. Once they’d connected he couldn’t let go. She relaxed. She knew this man. Even if she was just now laying eyes on him for the first time, she’d already seen his character to know that this was going to work out. 

“Oh wait, we promised no phones.” she said reaching into her purse and turning off her phone. Tre reached into his own pocket to power his off as well. Hand in hand, they exited the elevator to soak up the sun and eat some good food in the company of the one they loved. 

If you are accepting requests may I ask for a quarantine Trevante?

I don’t really do requests. But idk why not haha. 🤷🏿‍♀️ I did this one because I had an idea for this one in my head already. Sooo I hope you enjoy it!!

[babygirlofwakanda]

They had a love with many layers.

That Will and Jada evolving love.

A love that is constantly developing.

That Snoop and Shante genuine love.

A love that displayed their vulnerability.

That Nipsey and Lauren eternal love.

A love that traveled beyond the physical.

That Gucci and Keyshia dedicated love.

A love that tested their patience and loyalty.

That Jay-Z and Beyoncé influential love.

A love that had major power moves involved.

That Tupac and Kidada unconditional love.

A love that prevailed many trials and tribulations.

That Ice Cube and Kimberly old-school love.

A love that acknowledged each other’s flaws and all.