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calypso-finale · 1 year

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Seventy One.

Smiling at Robyn “ugh, I feel so old!” she spat before blowing her candles out on the cake “she isn’t old, she still looks like the woman I met when I was in school, just” I paused “more wrinkles” she swatted me “shut up” everyone clapped around us, I did a little wolf whistle “you look amazing still” grabbing the wine glass “I just want to say thank you to everyone that came, it was last minute really because she didn’t know what she wanted. We did say we wouldn’t do parties anymore but then I gave the idea of doing this little get together on a yacht in Dubai, so thank you to y’all that came out last minute, shout out to Mel” raising my glass “thank you everyone for coming” Robyn thanked them, her friends and family came out for her and I am glad she is happy, wrapping my arms around Robyn “love you” she said “love you too” pressing a kiss to her lips “appreciate you doing this, like I know we said we wouldn’t do parties but it’s more intimate with my loved ones here, just to see them, makes me happy” I grinned “anything for you and we had to turn up in style twin, we had to do it somewhere warm, you said France and I was like huh? You know how cold it is out there” she chuckled “I know, I forget about their seasons, just I always go there when it’s nice but you right, Dubai has been amazing really. I am happy, you’re happy, the kids are happy so I can’t complain can I?” shaking my head, looking over at everyone. Taylan smiled at me; I smiled back at him. We have everyone here, I think Dubai has been a good place for us all “I am going to see Herb” I said to her, pecking her lips before I did “you stay away from Taina” I pointed at him “nigga leave me alone, I been telling her I lost weight” I chuckled “you think he has; nigga got a gut still. Leave her, animal” I pointed “shut up” Taina shook her head “I am going to go that way” she laughed walking off “you trying to get in there huh? I mean I will support you as long as you don’t’ fuck up bro, you can’t be doing this shit of messing up” we walked off together “I am serious, we just friends though, I am keeping friends only. Like I ain’t pushing it, I am not drinking, I am just high, and I am good like that but yeah, bro I can only try. I love her man” nodding my head agreeing “where is Rylee?” Jen asked “erm, she couldn’t come” Jen let out an oh “that’s a shame everyone is here” rubbing my head “I know she couldn’t come she said” I shrugged.

Sitting downstairs on the yacht “Amerie is a diamond you know, she was like you leave Essey with me, he will be ok. She is dope, how come she ain’t got a man?” he asked which made me laugh “you want to be her man now?” he hit my arm “nigga shut up, I am just asking. Do you not ever ask her if she wants kids?” he is so nosey “erm, you know I did one time. She told me that she doesn’t want kids, she is ok the way she is. She sees all of our kids as her own, I see the love she has for them. I remember with whole thing with Rylee went off, she was crying and so emotional, so I see she got that love for them, I mean if she is happy then so be it, if she came to me saying look I got a new life, I will be happy for her. She is a good woman” Herb grinned “big booty too” shaking my head “stop it” he is dumb “how come niece ain’t come for her mom birthday? They still beefing?” shaking my head “erm nah, they kind of made up like they do talk, she said she couldn’t come. Both of them, it’s a shame but like I feel she has closed doors on us, she has pulled back a lot, I feel it from her. Even more so now, I did put it down to being busy because she is moving but like this past few weeks its been nothing, like minimum text, pictures have been sent of Aziel but from Grace, like she hasn’t been there and Robyn was pissed when she declined to come, she messaged her saying that you was in France with him but can’t come here, so yeah. I guess that’s what she wants” I shrugged “dang, that is deep. She ain’t even throw us a party for the new home too” I chuckled “I know right, Ti got a new apartment and invited the whole gang in that little thing, man. I wasn’t liking that small place, but kids take it in turns with being good” I don’t know what to say “he got a tour coming up, that album of his or mixtape went number five, that is so crazy! I saw it, the overseas gang love him” nodding my head “they do” I mumbled.

Putting a finger up as Ti took a picture of me and Taylan together “appreciate it bro” he said to me “no problem, bro?” I laughed, he shrugged “I don’t know what to say, uncle” I would punch him “uncle, I will beat your ass just call me Chris” I pointed before walking off, I still feel uneasy about him. Like he makes her happy so what can I say, “you good?” I asked Imani, she nodded her head “I had some wine” I shushed her “you trying to get us kicked out, relax” I laughed, making my way over to Robyn. Wrapping my arm around her neck “is she drunk yet?” I asked, Mel shook her head “you want to do some freaky shit, he about to have you in the bed drunk and squirting” I laughed “how do you know?” Mel eyeballed me “I lived with you both, you two are disgusting” Robyn and I laughed, pressing a kiss to the back of her head “I am happy you had a good birthday though, I told you my idea was good. You was busy saying no every hour” she is a pain at times “had us rushing over, I was like yeah kids you ain’t coming but then I could have left them with Amerie and then Melody could have come, oh well. I am child and man free” Mel said, “kid free holiday is better, I just know the boys are going to wake me up early too, but I just want to nut and then sleep, what a good life” dapping Rorrey as he came over to me “good party bro” I smiled “appreciate it, the boys want to go to that Ferrari thing tomorrow, you up for it?” I need someone to go with “yeah, I can take the kid with me for sure” least I got him “cool, Herb is coming. Rajad I am sure will come. The women are doing boring shopping so it’s just us boys” Mel rolled her eyes “you boys call us boring but have stacks of clothing, more then us women!” she spat “because we don’t stare at the thing, we just get it and go, we know what we want, tell them” I pointed “he right, we know what we want” women be doing the most, I can’t be bothered.

Looking at my watch, time isn’t on my side, well both of us because the kids will be awake in two hours “we too old to party” I stifled out a yawn “I can’t even hang anymore” Robyn mumbled “I can tell, heels was off after an hour” she chuckled “had to happen Chris, my feet was killing me. What a nice turn out, I saw you talking to Taylan, that was nice” I breathed out “erm yeah, I mean what can I do? I am going to be cordial with him, we spoke on like how he feels that Ti has moved out and he said he enjoys it more, more peace but he then said joking, they get along better. That was it really” Robyn cooed “they are so perfect together; I love to see them together. Like people said that about us, he is so sorry about what happened, and I told him, it’s over with. He said sorry because Rylee didn’t come, it’s his fault. I said no that girl does what she wants, they was both invited but she decided not to come. I am not inviting her to a thing again, she missed my birthday and sent me a text that was it. Even Ti got a cute video, she was in France Chris. She spitefully didn’t come so whatever, she got her house, she got her man, she don’t need anyone now. She can hopefully deal with shit herself now” resting my head back “people do get busy” I mumbled “don’t do it Chris!” she spat “ok” I just said “let’s pretend she doesn’t exist, it’s better. We get on more that way” I don’t want to hear it or be between them.

Looking in on Grace with Aziel, she is taking care of him today “Lee, your friend is here” looking at Oakley “oh is it Lillian?” he nodded his head “ok, erm don’t go anywhere, we are going still” he walked off “mommy, I did it” he ran to me “he drew you a picture” taking the paper from him “aww for me? Oh wow baby, this is so good. Thank you, are you going to do dad a picture too?” he nodded his head “I do it” he ran off “thank you” I said to Grace walking off, this home at times is too big for me. But I love the space, but I can lose Oakley in this place too but it’s very much a working progress right now, he wants a studio in here, that is getting done currently. Wadz stayed over, it’s been ok. Still changing rooms up and everything but I am well, I love it’s my own home. Making my way down the steps “madam bitch? Girl, pressing the buzzer and then it just opened, like he didn’t speak to me, and I got scared, then he opened the door and smiled, and then goes to me walk in next time” I laughed “he is an idiot, come. Surprise visit?” I said “well Halle and I both were going to come but then she couldn’t come out of work, but we was going to go after but then you said not too, so I came to see you” looking behind me “go here” I pointed at the reception room “nobody comes here anyways” I said “well bitch I don’t think many do, we need a party. Like we need that, I really need it” she eyeballed me, closing the door “oh Rylee” she said “yeah, oh Rylee, another thing. We just had go through the burial of his nana just last year and then it was morbid moving in and then now this, he knew he was being that so we went to France for the weekend, he took me and then I saw that on his back, I mean can be nothing right” I said, “it can be nothing, how is he?” she asked “I mean like we will get results today so it could be me seeing nothing, I saw that on his back and I was like huh, that wasn’t there before so like yeah, looking into it was a mistake but it can be nothing” I smiled “it can be nothing but you seem to have closed off since so I wanted to see you” nodding my head “it’s hard, I am trying to be there for him a lot, he has his moments where he is ok and then he is not, lots of emotions for him, but I don’t know what I am going to do if it’s bad news. I called the doctor like come on, two weeks for results can be ages away, he said that is the quickest, I don’t even want to mention the word really but yeah” Lillian hugged me “here for you, you know that” she said “thank you but he doesn’t want anyone to know, he said like keep it quiet because it’s nothing and I am being dramatic, so please” she shushed me “you know I got you” he will be pissed with me but I need someone to talk too.

Lillian opened my fridge “so wasn’t that there before? That mole” shaking my head “no, this is the thing, we went into the spa, he was sat on the lounger and then I saw it, it was different to me, I know his body, but I pray it me being dramatic, could be. Then he will call me jarring but right now he is not good” she held the can of coke up to me “take it” seeing Oakley walk in “London traffic and stuff, we should go now. You need a ride?” Oakley asked Lillian “how sweet but me and my old Audi got this” he chuckled “old Audi, I didn’t mean that. But yeah, I am ready to go” he said to me “aww you both going in a date, well remember the plan for Halle birthday party, I am serious” I stared at Lillain “yeah” I just added “she will forget that” rolling my eyes “well both of you have fun with whatever you doing, see you both soon. And you both owe us a house party! Not warming!” she spat walking off “do you know how to get out?” he asked, “does she know how?” he looked at me, I shook my head “she wanted to make a dramatic exit, go and help her please” I said, he walked off and I just laughed at her. Taking in a deep breath, it’s so hard to be normal when I am scared. I feel scared and then I am just closing off instead because I have to put this façade on for him, he doesn’t want me upset, he just said it’s fine. When it’s not, the shit was never there, I know it wasn’t maybe he had a mole but not that colour change, I just can’t deal with this.

Oakley looked at me and then we both laughed “was that your stomach?” He pointed “yeah, shut up ok. Just hungry” how embarrassing “why didn’t you eat?” I shrugged “I got busy, also I thought you could feed me” he chuckled “alright see how it is, I will do that for you of course. You see how Aziel was earlier, he goes dad, look. He drew me a picture like yours, I said thank you but is this picture better than mom? You got to say yes, and he said yes, so I go to the bathroom after place the drawing down, he came with me. He looked at me peeing and then my face and he said I got it he pointed at my dick, guy started wanting to show me. He is crazy you know” maybe my dad is right “my dad said he needs to hang with you more to get that feel of wanting to use the bathroom, maybe he is right. That is cute, he loves you so much” Oakley looked at me “he’s changed me to be a better me, like I see the culture of what he could be in, and I know he says all this gang stuff but honestly, I am happy with where he is, just knowing he will have a better life. It dawned on me that I’m a dad, it’s weird because yes of course I am a dad but I was just thinking about things, just this and just thinking least I left my seed here, half of me. I never thought of it that way” I shook my head “please stop it, just don’t. It will be nothing and I was just being dramatic. Like always, you know how I am” he smiled at me “sometimes, a little too dramatic but we are good, we will get through this won’t we” nodding my head “whatever the outcome; good or bad. Thank you for being there for me” he said to me which hit me “of course I am, I made the mistake before. Never again” he looks so nervous “I don’t feel right, I feel sick” he got up, my heart hurts so much. Watching him run off, I want to cry but I can’t. I have not been right since coming back, since we had the biopsy I haven’t been right, so much is going through my mind. I googled so much that I am positive it’s nothing because he hasn’t had weight change, he’s always been skinny so it can’t be anything really. But I rather get it checked, he’s hiding his feelings. He’s hiding it and now he’s sick with it, I feel it myself, I feel like shit. My mother and her birthday can wait, she called so many nasty names because I said I couldn’t come but I can’t digest what she said when there is this hanging over us. Oakley made his way back into the waiting room “are you ok?” I asked him, he sat next to me and just rested his head on my shoulder “stop it” I said to him, trying to suppress my sob, I am hurting so badly, I need to be strong for him.

The doctor is smiling, it is a good thing but then again it might not be “can I call you Oakley?” The doctor asked “sure” Oakley said to him “I’m doctor Ranj Oakley, how are you feeling today” he asked him “I’m good really, just want to get this over with. You know how women be like, dramatic” he chuckled “they care that is why, my wife is the same. They care a lot, so generally you feel healthy and happy?” He nodded his head “I am good, fine really” I am really scared right now, the doctor is so calm and collective “are you both married?” he pointed at us which made Oakley laugh “nah, nah. That is my girlfriend” I would smile or say something, but I can’t “sweet, how long you both been together?” is he delaying what is this “it’s erm, been a long time you know. I kind of forgot, I would say years” looking at Oakley, this is killing me “looking to settle any time soon? You must really like for it to be years” Oakley looked at me “erm yeah, I guess so really” smiling at him “kids, the dream isn’t it” I can’t even think “we already have a son together, he’s two” the doctor cooed out “that is sweet, terrible twos. I don’t miss that at all, so. I am your Doctor now, part of the MDT team. We do have your results Oakley, and” the look on his face, this is going to be bad news “when I say the word cancer instantly you’re going to feel fear, sadness. The results came back and we need to do more tests, we need to know what stage but it’s melanoma skin cancer, it looks like it’s in the early stages and with this we can get it caught early” Oakley just got up “I need air” he said, I am shaking right now “we do need to take blood from you and scans today” Oakley just stopped in front of the door and didn’t even open it, he hit the head against the door and just cried, I got up and went to him, wrapping my arms around his waist “I am so sorry” I said to him, I didn’t want to cry but I can’t hold it in any longer.

I didn’t even want to eat but he bought me here to eat, and for what, I am not hungry, but he remembered “we can’t just sit and stare at each other” he mumbled “I have been thinking constantly about this moment since we had our first appointment, and I still can’t do it” I strained out “ah man!” he placed his hands over his face “fuck” he wants to cry “why did you bring me here? I want to go home” I said to him “you was hungry, and I just can’t see Aziel” he sniffed, he pulled his hood over his head “he said it looks to be early stages, he said surgery and done” Oakley wiped his face “we don’t know that until this test comes back, if it’s spread then I am done. Oh man, I am fucked. I can’t do it” I got up from the chair, sitting on the chair next to him and hugging him “I can’t lose you, stop it. It was caught early, it will be fine” I choked out, I am dying to just cry my eyes out. Oakley moved back from his position and then hugged me “I am so sorry” he ended up crying on me even more, I am so scared right now.

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calypsoff2 · 2 years

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One Hundred Eight.

I am running so late, well behind. I came back from New York, dropped Junior off and then went to Miami and did a club performance, I don’t know but while I was in New York they booked me and jeff said let’s do it, so we went, did that. Then the family said couples’ holiday, which the jet they are on is waiting on me, but I went home to pack some stuff, say bye to the kids. All of them actually, they have Noella’s mother here babysitting with a cousin because shock horror Monica doesn’t want too because she is going to Barbados. Maybe he is going and is not getting in the way, meaning my father but everyone is waiting for me on the jet. Robyn sent me a shouting text saying she is being charged, so she is not happy. I mean I can only imagine how they feel being on a jet for going on am hour, I haven’t seen Robyn really. I meant what I said when I dropped my son off and then left, Robyn was out doing something Fenty related so yeah. I am finally seeing her after all this time, I may have bought something for this couple thing that Robyn is going to love, well I will love more than her, but we will see. Opening the SUV door, it’s nice that we are doing this because there will be no bodyguards, no nothing just good fun and vibes, that is all we need. The driver got my duffle bag out “thank you so much” walking off towards the jet, I am tired so I will be sleeping on the jet so I hope they can be nice enough to let me sleep. I am internally laughing to myself because they are not happy, they should have went but then Robyn said that I don’t trust him, he may just say he can’t be bothered, then started whining that she feels lonely, jogging up the steps “welcome sir” the flight attendant said to me “thank you” turning the corner laughing “finally!” they all said in a unison “the main man is here” Robyn is so clingy. watching her running down the aisle “is she that whipped? Do we need to put some sad song in the background” Herb said, dropping the duffle bag “we miss each other!” picking her up “I missed you so fucking much, oh my god” wrapping my arms around her “me too, it’s been a while actually, we kept missing each other too” I have missed my wife.

Sitting down next to Robyn, I needed to pee once the jet took off “I am tired as hell, what is this” I said seeing the flute “we are doing a little glass clinking, poppa, you not shaved” I sighed out “no time, I just been here and there. It’s been a little wild, so yeah. I may need to book someone out, is it bad” she pulled a face “come on, come, let’s gather” Nik said, they all really rocked up for this, this is nice. I mean Rorrey and his girl will be different to have “what happened to Rajad, didn’t want to show the family the white girl?” Robyn nudged me “shut up” I chuckled “Tina! Tina!” looking at her man “got damn, you tall bro. I have questions” Tina pulled a face at me “shut up” she said “Chris you start this” I eyeballed Herb “oh and we doing polaroid pictures on this thing, let’s try and stay away from phones” nodding my head “Erm, so let’s all have a good time, I think this trip was well overdue. There has been a lot going on and I think it’s time us adults have some fun. Erm, let’s keep this vibe going. Good sex, good fun” raising my glass “strapped and ready” Herb said, I snorted laughing “strapped up gang!” I spat “he is such a liar; I want to feel you Robyn. He is such a show off” Robyn pushed my head “the big task is us niggas need to get our toes sucked, ass licked” the girls groaned out, Herb nodded his head like he don’t already get that, he is so dumb “let’s all have a good time, good vibes” Rorrey said, and we all clinked glasses.

I stifled out a yawn “my poppa is tired” nodding my head “I am, but how are you? I know erm, we haven’t spoke as much, but we can now” I say this with heavy eyes “you about ready to sleep, my god” nodding my head “but I am listening” I smiled “so I had my Sade appointment, which was good. She said where is Chris, I said he is busy, but you need to see her. I mean it, we spoke on the kids. How I am as a mother, I said how nervous I feel that the girls are growing at the rate which I can’t handle. Rylee and Tianna being teenagers, how I will handle questions and erm, them questioning things I did in my past. We spoke on my mom; she said my mom is being insensitive to our healing and I must make sure I put us first and she is happy that we did that and told my mom about not having your dad there. She said that my mom isn’t thinking of me when she should, you had a breakdown and is still healing. But that was it, I am happy” I smiled pecking her lips “me too, I am happy now because I get to see you” I am happy to see her “I have bought a lot of plan B” I chuckled “not even condoms, because you don’t wear it. No baby from me, I am done” nodding my head slowly “not even one more?” she scoffed rolling her eyes “hell no, unless you want to bake the baby in your dick” I gagged “you can be so nasty at times, anyways. Let me have a nap. I am tired, I need to deal with Herb and Mel, these two are filth, I just know it” I pointed, Mel hit my hand away “this nigga is creating rumours, we do no such thing” sitting back on the seat raising an eyebrow “I know your kind” I grinned “Herb I hope you don’t tell him anything” he is so under the thumb “we don’t speak on that” he is such a liar and it’s making me smile.

I am impressed “wow, who chose this?” I asked Mel “us girls, oh we splitting the bill but we got the whole villa to us” there is a whole team “welcome to Punta Villeia! Casa Koko awaits you. This is your personal concierge. Your private chef, personal sailor, personal housekeeping staff. Golf course, surfing, scuba diving. Everything, we are here for you, your drinks await you. We have filled the Casa with all your personal favourite, if you follow me. We will show you to your personal rooms. We have. Two oceanfront master suites, two ocean-view guest suites, five garden bedrooms, all of them with en-suite” I stepped forward the master suite is for us thank you, me!” walking off “this nigga” Herb said “y’all can fight with each other, I am gone” I laughed, I want to see this ocean front master suite “brother, can people hear when let’s say someone is screaming” placing my arm around him “screaming?” he said “mhmm yeah” I know they are not happy but I am choosing my room and kicking my shoes off and sleeping “like happy screaming or bad?” he asked “like happy” he laughed “I would say if you close the doors nobody can hear you” I chuckled “I like you” I am so damn tired, I want my bedroom already, they didn’t let me sleep on the flight here.

This is so beautiful; the two ocean view rooms are side by side but enough privacy. We have Noella next to us which I prefer, better then Rorrey “you like it?” Robyn asked “I love it, the pool is just there. I could jump over this balcony and jump into the pool “kill yourself then?” shaking my head “I can show you right now” Robyn grabbed my arm “don’t you dare” I cooed out, she cares but I will do it eventually. Placing my hands over her cheeks and then pressing a kiss to her lips “I am happy, get to spend time with Herb, of course I am” she hit my shoulder, moving my hands away from her face and then ran off to the bed, I am having a long sleep. Jumping onto the bed, I groaned out “yes” kicking my shoes off as I did “massage my feet” I laughed “no sir” rolling my eyes “I am going to have some sleep, so leave me be” hearing a light knock on the door “your bags” the concierge said “thank you so much” puffing the pillows up, let me get comfy so I can have this long awaited sleep, I will end up getting grumpy then tonight I will be so hyper and she will hate, I had to laugh to myself because she is going to hate me for it.

I have just woke up, I am feeling so damn lazy now, but I am awake. I can hear the party downstairs; they have the music blaring but least Robyn left me to it and let me sleep. I told her to not wake me or even annoy me and she didn’t, she does listen to me when she wants too. Clearing my throat as I got up from the bed, I really want to jump in the pool. I just want to do it because it’s me. Getting up from the bed and taking my top off, I don’t care what Robyn says this is fun and she is boring. Taking my socks off and then making my way to the balcony, let’s see where everyone is located but it seems they are right under our bedroom. Looking over the balcony, they are really just vibing and being all quiet but not on my watch. Tightening my shorts around my waist, watch these come down as I jump in but they won’t. The pool is right under the balcony so why not, stepping back a little and rubbing my hands together. I did a little run and then jumped over the balcony, a little scream came out from my mouth and the slap of water hit me “what the fuck” hearing someone say, swimming my way up. Shaking my head laughing “Chris! Oh my god, what is your problem, I told you not to do that. That is so dangerous” swimming over to the side laughing “your nigga is crazy, wow” I am laughing to myself, but Robyn is not laughing, she is very mad with me” clearing my throat as I got out of the pool “I am not happy with you” let me go upstairs and dry off “this is really something nephew would do” Rorrey said, I am laughing but Robyn isn’t.

I have finally just got dried off and made my way downstairs, pressing a kiss to Robyn’ cheek “what did I say about you doing that?” I laughed “I know but I had too, that is my inner me being goofy. Aww no don’t be mad with me” Robyn huffed out “I am glad you are here, we about to play games. I was thinking shall we keep it cute and freaky?” I shrugged “I can show people how to fuck?” Robyn nudged me “shut up” I chuckled “I am being dead serious” Robyn said, oh she is being no fun “so shall we do something fun then, yes?” nodding my head “let’s do Mr and Mrs, and Chris and Robyn are first! Let’s gather around” Robyn side eyed me “why are you mad at me? I don’t get it” she turned to me “why did you jump in the pool like that, I told you not too. What if you hurt yourself, I can’t believe you. That is no good, don’t do it again” she is made over that “ok boss” Noella waved us over “you know how to play this game, we will ask the questions and then the paddle you turn it for Mr and then Mrs if you think the question relates to the other, also you both better be truthful” walking over to the seats that are back to back “I just know Robyn is going to get moody with me” I sighed out, sitting down on the chair “that’s Robyn for you” Rorrey said “I know, but let’s do this” grabbing the paddle, this is going to be fun.

“Ok so we will ask ten questions, the rules are the more you both get the questions right, then you will win. The person in the couples that get the least right collectively, you have to take a shot, for every couple here. Oh we doing it real tonight” I laughed out “so who is the funniest?” Noella asked, lifting the paddle up “one point to you both already” I laughed “so she knows I am the funniest” I grinned “who fancied who first?” chewing on my bottom lip, that was me I think “oh y’all are going to do good today” it was me, I knew it “who fell in love first?” I chuckled, that was Robyn “god damn, ok I need hard ones” we been married for too long for this “who is best at keeping secrets?” now this is hard, I think it’s Robyn she can if you say to keep it herself “mhmm chile, I need to make it hard” oh we going to win this “who is the loudest in bed?” I busted out laughing, that is Robyn “chile we all know that is Robyn” Noella said “who’s the most attractive?” that is Robyn of course, she is beautiful “for being cute y’all missing this point” I chuckled, she is being kind with that “who rules the house?” that is Robyn, if it wasn’t for her the house would be a mess “missing another point” shaking my head laughing “who cums first?” I snorted laughing “shit” I said, I think I have to say me “there we go, they are back” I am too easy “who is most likely to initiate sex?” blowing out air “depends” I shrugged, I will go with me “another point, the last question is. Who is the most argumentative?” I think that is me actually “ok, ok. Y’all going to have a problem contending with these two” getting up from the chair laughing “we been in the game for too long” I said as I hugged Robyn.

Putting two fingers up at Nadia she was recording “I wanted to ask actually, when are you doing a video for Love More?” She asked “you recording still?” I said, she nodded her head “the video is already done; coming out real soon. Nadia you better promote that shit” I pointed “ok shut up everyone, the people that lost on this game is Herbert the pervert and Mel!!” Noella shouted, looking at Herb laughing “too busy sucking dick to know” Nadia gasped as I ate a chip “Chris” Robyn eyeballed me “I ain’t say shit” I laughed walking off “I’m in the shit” Herb ran to me “I’m not shocked; you don’t listen to anything but pussy, you better go and do your little thing now. You lost” dragging the door open to pee, placing my drink on the side. I’m not even going to front but Robyn said she is going to be a mess but I will be, I’m going to be having fun the most. Grabbing my drink as I walked out of the bathroom, looking over at them all gathered around for the shots. I sat down on the couch; pulling a cigarette out “can I join you?” Looking at Nadia “sure” lighting my cigarette “you really don’t care about saying things do you” throwing my lighter as I sat back, moving my cigarette back “I don’t give a fuck about much” blowing the smoke out from my lips “I can tell, the amount of times Rorrey as said he wanted to murder you” I chuckled “well I’m still here, you like that nigga? He seems a little slow” she laughed “I uhm, I do. But he’s very laid back, meaning I want more; and more quickly but he’s so slow with it. I mentioned about the fact I am not getting daughter pregnant. I know it’s not me, I tested myself. I even told Rih when we spoke, he won’t have any of it and blames me. I just hate how slow he is, makes me not want him” nodding my head “I mean if I ever bring that to her brother, I will be on the dog house for a while. But you need to scare him, that he will lose you. Try it, I mean you could lose him but then he wasn’t for you, try it. You want one?” I asked “smoke?” She said “don’t be scared, just offering. I’m probably in the dog house now. Robyn wasn’t happy I said that about Mel” I sniggered “she falls quick” nodding my head “how was that dickhead?” Herb laughed out “ayo” he sat next to me “Mel told me to sleep on the couch tonight” I busted out laughing “no ass ate for you” Herb and I screamed out laughing “I even shaved my pubes for this” he is so dumb, I find him very funny “who eats ass?” I snorted laughing, Nadia just saying that to finish off “no, shush. Please, I beg” he said to Nadia as Mel came over “what did you say earlier?” She asked me “say what when?” I asked; let me be dumb “can I speak to you Herb” I huffed out “you’re funny” Nadia said, I saluted her. I know I fully upset her though.

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shaguro · 3 months

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— ✰DON JULIO | CONNIE S.

✧ synopsis: you get a lil too drunk at a party and decide to call your ex-boyfriend, connie. | bitches get two sips of liquor and call their ex. ✧ contents: fluff, smut and just a lil angst. reader is black with locs. n-word usage. reader isn't actually drunk, just tipsy. she's a lightweight, as stated in the story. minors dni! ✧ word count: 2.5k! proofread but may still have a mistake here or there, yall know how it goes. ✧ shanti's note: this idea came to me while i was on hiatus (listening to toxic by kehlani and drunk-dialing by summer walker) and i thought, why not surprise y'all with something new? i've never written anything this long before but i'm extremely proud of it and i hope you guys enjoy it too. it's my birthday so consider this a gift from me to you. 🩷

you were always a lightweight and your friends knew that, too. did that ever stop them from passing you shot after shot? absolutely not.

you were never much of a party girl, preferring to spend your friday nights with sum netflix and a glass of wine in hand; occasionally, your girls were able to drag you out the house. this time they pleaded with you, complaining about how they hadn’t seen or spoken to you in so long, that you went MIA. that’s when you realized you never told them that you and connie broke up.

it was a mutual separation; connie was never the best at communication and while you tried to work with him, arguments were inevitable and constant. eventually, you both agreed that you needed space. knowing all this didn’t make the split easier for you, though. you loved connie bad. he was your boyfriend but above else, he was your best friend. his absence in your life took a toll on you. had you depressed in the house, only leaving for work.

that’s why when your girls suggested going to this house party in the city, you didn’t turn it down. maybe if you got cute and loosened up a bit, you’d forget about your ex for a few hours. of course, that damn don julio did the opposite.

you were on your third shot of the liquid poison and you were feeling good, the bass from the loud speakers vibrating through your body. thank god you opted to wear contacts, your glasses would’ve fallen off from how you were dancing. your curly locs fell from the cute bun you styled earlier, dropping to your shoulders and you didn’t even care, not when you were enjoying yourself like this.

“so what happened with you and connie?” your best friend ashley prodded.

“a lot.” you replied apathetically, you really didn't want to talk about him right now. she furrowed her eyebrows, giving you a girl don’t play with me look.

“honestly, it was just too much. we were arguing all the time and you know how connie is, he don’t take shit serious. we decided that breaking up was for the best.”

ashley scoffed. “yeah, for now. i know how you get about that nigga. lie to yourself, don’t lie to me.”

“girl, fuck you.” you fanned her off. “i don’t give a fuck about that— wait, this is my song!”

girlfriend by ruger blared through the speakers, the flashing leds matching the beat. this was the first party you’d been to where everybody was on their feet, living in the moment — none of that sitting to the side, standoffish shit. losing track of time, you didn’t realize you were on your feet since you got there two hours ago and your feet were starting to ache. you stumbled back into your friend draya who caught you, pulling down your mini skirt in the process.

“c’mon girl, sit down for a lil bit. and no more liquor for you!” she said as she led you to the empty couch across the room.

once she made sure you were seated comfortably, she got an ice cold water from the cooler and placed it into your hands. “drink sum of this, ima be watchin’ you from right there, ‘kay?” you nodded as you watched draya skimper back to your friend group, taking a few sips of water before placing it on the side table.

you leaned onto the armrest. you knew the liquor was exasperating how you felt; the bright led lights were making you lightheaded and you could feel an impeding headache from the thumping bass. this was why you didn’t pop out much; it was all fun and games until you were overstimulated and ready to leave. two, maybe three hours was the limit of how much you could take before you’d usually call connie to pick you up. and he always knew what to do, calming you down in a way that no one else could.

but connie wasn’t your boyfriend anymore and you knew that. knew you shouldn’t call his phone and break no contact, knew what it would lead to if he answered. you considered all the outcomes and thought, fuck it. you’d deal with ashley’s mouth later. it didn’t take long to find his name, still unchanged from the break up, my man👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻. you sighed, pressing on the facetime button.

he answered on the first ring and it made you smile. he never let your calls ring more than once. you could only see half of his face at this angle, his gold earrings glistening. the one eye you could see wasn’t open, signifying that he wasn’t fully awake.

“hello?” he yawned, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“i miss you, daddy.” you crooned and fluttered your long lashes, propping your arm on the headrest and leaning your head into your hand.

there was a pause before connie’s eye shot open, sleep forgotten as he sat up, running a hand down his face as he finally processed what you said. “(y/n)? you okay?” he leaned in closer to the camera, eyes squinted. “wait, where you at?”

“a party!” you giggled at his confusion. “the girls invited me out.”

“and you've been drinking.” you nodded and he rolled his eyes, resting the phone face up on his nightstand. “you know you can’t handle no liquor, girl.”

“so? i wanted to have a good time! you the reason I’m drinking!”

“me?” connie stood over the phone and dramatically held a hand to his bare chest, faux disbelief in his expression. “what i do?”

“because, i miss you.” your voice got so quiet, connie almost didn’t hear you over the loud music. but he did and little did you know, the feeling was more than mutual. “wanna see you, can you come get me?”

“i miss you too, baby… but you know we not—“

“i know,” you interrupted him, “but i can’t do this shit no more! i need you, so please come and get me.”

connie let out a deep sigh, studying your pretty face as he contemplated what you were asking. any other time he’d already be in his suv, on his way to you without a second thought. you weren’t together and weren’t supposed to be speaking; but how could he turn you down when you had that cute pout on your face? fuck it, he thought. you needed him so he was on the way.

“alright, pretty. just send me your location.”

“i never stopped sharing it.” you said, a smile tugging at your lips. “you have it.”

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it wasn’t long before you got that come outside text. you made your way through the crowd, told your friends that connie was outside and they already knew what was up, giving you hugs and ashley made you promise to text her when you made it in as you walked out.

connie was waiting for you at the door, looking handsome as always with his favorite fitted on his head. he only had on a white tee and sweats, some nike slides he’d usually wear in the house; not much about him changed since the break up two months ago. fatigue was written all over his face and you did feel bad, but you were so happy to see him.

“c’mere, with ya pretty ass.” he said with a smile, arms open wide.

you immediately ran into his arms, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders and his hands cupped your ass, plump lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “i missed you sooo much.” you said into his shirt, staining the fabric with your sticky lip gloss.

“missed you more, mama. ready to go home?” he mumbled, moving stray locs from your face and you nodded, relaxing into his touch.

connie held you close as he led you to the black audi-rs with the tinted windows, opening the back door. he laid you onto the leather seats gently, his face only inches from yours as he reached his arm into the trunk for a blanket to cover you with. your hands hesitantly snaked up to his face, his head turning at the warm touch.

“what’s wrong—“

“kiss me, connie.” your voice was low and seductive, it made all the blood in his body rush to his dick.

connie wasted no time, connecting your lips feverishly as he slid his tongue into your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, looping your arm across his neck. you sense the desperation in the way connie was kissing you, like he’d been waiting to this, waiting to touch and feel you again. his dick was already half-hard, straining the fabric of his sweatpants, pressed on your clothed core. you rolled your hips on it and connie let out a breathy moan against your lips, his firm hands halting your movements.

“connie, i need you.” you whined, trying your best to wriggle out of his grasp.

“i know, pretty. i got you, let me handle it.” he assured, trailing his hands to your crop top, lifting the cotton fabric until your perky breasts revealed themselves. he groaned to himself, you never did like wearing bras.

connie latched his mouth onto one of your pert brown nipples and sucked, rolling his tongue eagerly as you held onto his head, panting lightly. his other hand continued down until it reached your miniskirt, pushing it up to your hips and finally touching where you needed him most, that pretty pussy. you gasped when his fingers prodded at your clothed cunt, back curving into a delicious arch. you were always so sensitive, even when he was barely touching you. connie released your nipple with a loud pop! and pushed your panties to the side, collecting all the wetness at your entrance on his fingertips, spreading it along your folds and clit, rubbing quick circles into the sensitive bud.

“already so wet f’me, this what you been waiting for, hmm?” he chuckled when you whined into his neck, your hips bucking to match his pace. “y-yes baby, need it so bad.” you really weren’t in the mood for teasing and thankfully, he didn’t make you beg.

his middle and ring fingers slid into your pussy with ease. “fuck.” connie cursed, your fat pussy was squeezing his fingers so tight. they curled into that spongy spot that had you gasping for air. you gripped his shoulder, rolling your hips to meet his hand, his palm rubbing against your puffy clit. the squelching sounds of your wet pussy and your breathy moans were driving him crazy. more than anything, connie wanted to fill you up, have you creaming on his dick. but this was all about you, he’d take care of himself later.

“oh my godd.” your eyes rolled back into your head, mouth slack.

“pussy so pretty.” connie hummed, his eyes focused on the creamy, sticky slick coating his fingers and knuckles. “you gonna cum for daddy, hmm? gonna make a mess f’me?”

“y-yes, ahh, m’close baby don’t stop-“ that was all connie needed to hear.

you almost screamed when connie sped up his movements, your thighs trembling as you felt your orgasm approaching. he leaned down, his lips latching onto your neck, sucking so hard you know you’d have bruises the next morning. his thumb came up to rub your clit and it was over. your entire body shook as you came, clear sticky liquid shooting out and wetting connie’s hand and sweatpants.

you were breathless, getting all hot again as you locked eyes with connie as he licked all your sweet cum off his fingers, a smirk on his lips. “you always taste so good, baby.”

as much as you wanted to respond, the words couldn’t come out. just his fingers were enough to have you in complete bliss, and all you wanted to do now was close your eyes. “i know you tired, baby. sleep.” connie leaned closer, kissing you one last time before covering you with the fuzzy blanket, your eyes fluttering closed.

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connie still had all your things stored in one of his spacious closets in his penthouse. for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to throw anything away — maybe because of the significance the items held or maybe because he knew that you’d come back to him, just like you were now; the circumstances were different from what he imagined, though.

he carried you all the way from the car into his apartment because you were knocked the fuck out, from the orgasm and possibly from the alcohol lingering in your system. upon opening the doors, he was glad he called for maid services earlier; the piles of takeout he’d left on the living room table were gone, the wood floors spotless and shiny. you would beat his ass if you saw what the place looked like while you were gone.

settling you down onto his massive king bed, he already knew what he needed to do. he made his way into the closet, rummaging through one of the bags until he found your favorite makeup wipes, only using a few before he was sure the makeup was all off. he was being as gentle as possible — he didn’t want to wake you up.

connie took off your clothes without moving your body much, tossing them on the floor and grabbing a random shirt from his drawer to put on you. he couldn’t help but laugh, it fit you like a damn dress. he was about to cuddle up with you before he stopped, he knew he forgot something. your bonnet. you would kill him if he let you sleep without it, fucking up your fresh retwist. connie made sure to tie a firm bow to secure it and finally laid next to you, basking in the warmth your body provided.

he’d been waiting for this moment for months; to hold you again and let his fingertips dance along the dips and curves of your beautiful body, caressing your soft flesh like it was fragile. connie remembered every mole and freckle on your skin, as he should; nobody’s seen you like him, the men before him hadn’t tried to. and connie took pride in that, in being the first man to show you what love should feel like. but of course, he had to fuck everything up.

“love you so much, love …” he whispered against your skin, littering soft pecks along your jaw. “more than you’d ever know.”

being away from you for such an extended period of time had given him a new perspective; he didn’t cherish you while he had you. his nonchalance is what fueled all those arguments and his stubbornness kept him from apologizing. that’s why in those two months, all he was doing was thinking about you. everytime he attempted to contact you, he convinced himself that maybe he’d done enough and letting you move on was the best option. but now he had you here in his arms and connie was ready to make shit right, because what would his life be without you in it?

he’d address everything in the morning and pray you felt the same, that it wasn’t just the liquor talking. there was one last thing he had to do before he finally went to sleep — text your nosy ass best friend ashley and let her know you were safe, he always ended up texting your friends for you after your lil girls nights.

(bonus: he just loves to get on ashley’s nerves 😂)

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lastquastory · 2 years

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Quavo

“My nigga, I’m stressed the fuck out. I went from no kids to one,“

I ranted as we sat in the studio. I needed a minute and my mom agreed to look after him. This shit is beyond me, and I don’t question shit God do but what the fuck.

“Aye man, gotta buckle up and take the ride. You ain’t gotta though, there are other options. You don’t know and didn’t know so, shit”.

As easy as it would be for me to call the police and have them come pick her up, I can’t bring myself to do it. All this complaining I’m doing and I ain’t even trynna call the police to alleviate the stress.

“Can’t do it can you?”

Takeoff questioned. I exhaled, take a hard pull from the blunt and shook my head.

“Nah, can’t even do it man”

“Well, if you gonna keep ‘em, go to court and get shit handled. Any bitch that can sign her rights over and drop her kid off like bags don’t need to be able to pop back the fuck up when she want.

I nodded. I had to pray on it. But if I ain’t tryna give ‘em up, I gotta stop complaining and do what I got to do.

“I wanna meet her. Where she at?”

I stood up, pointing to the ceiling with the blunt in my mouth and opening the door. He followed behind me as we hopped on the elevator. Leading him to the living room, I looked at my mom and her as they sat in the living room together.

Take looked at the her and his eyes went wide. Walking over, he picked her up and laughed.

“ nah nigga, this all you.. This shit is wicked. What’s her name? “

“Truth, and she seems to just turned 2.”

My mom chimed in.

“You 2, wow big girl”

She smiled, looking back at my mom then at me . She needed a bath, her hair done. I need help, and there was only so much my mom could do.

“Ol’ girl that live in my building, she a kids stylist, after you get her cleaned up, hit me and I’ll have her get her head together”

I nodded. Taking another pull from the blunt then putting it out.

“What you gonna do son?“

I exhaled and shrugged.

“What I gotta do. Ima get a DNA test then go to the county court. Figure shit out and make it happen”

Dream

“Somebody at your door Bitch”

Khloe yelled from my living room. Smacking my teeth, I pulled my hair up in a bun and walked back towards the front.

Why was anybody at my door at this hour. And who the fuck is at my door.

Snatching it open, I was stunned. Trying to get my words together I cleared my throat and nodded.

“How… can… hey”

He smiled and nodded.

“I’m Take, I know you do hair, my homie next door said you crazy with braids and I wanted to catch you see if you could do my homie daughter hair?”

Takeoff from MF Migos was at my door. I didn’t even know this nigga lived in my building. He’s so low key.

I deal with celebs a lot but this was different because I like Migos.

“Iight, ummm you wanna give him my number”

“Yeah fasho”

Handing me his phone, I put my number in and saved it.

“Dream?”

“Yeah, that’s me”

He nodded.

“Iight bet, he might hit you, tomorrow sometime. Preciate the lookout”

I nodded as he backed up and then walked off to the elevator

“Girl was that who I think it was”

I laughed still in shock, pouring myself a glass of wine and nodded.

“Uh… yeah it was. Talking about a hair braided for his friend daughter”

“Girl, one head for them and you can be done. Get into adults like you want”

I chuckled nonchalantly. I’m good at doing children hair, great actually and the demand for it here in Atlanta is high, but it’s not what I wanted to do.

I’m good a frontals, closures, wigs, bleaching, plucking. As soon as I get the chance really promote myself and my talent, ima make a bigger name for myself. Ima be doing celebrity women like Nicki Minaj wigs and shit. Ima have a salon, and hair care products, glue, all of that.

“You think he gonna call me Forreal? Whoever it is?”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t have came this way to ask for your number if he wouldn’t”

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truglori · 3 years

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Game Night...

(Heads I win...Tails you lose)

Synopsis: Game night at Erik’s crib with a twist...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Plus size OC

Warning: Language, Smutt

A.N- Inspiration was this picture

It was Game Night at Erik’s. He held them every other Saturday night and it was starting to become a ritual for Kaila to attend within the last month. When being surrounded by coworkers ,who became good friends, food, drinks, and music how could anyone turn down a time like this. Along with his beautiful luxurious bachelor’s pad Erik made a pretty good host.

Everything from wings with different flavors, a meat and cheese board, warm soft cinnamon pretzel bites, chicken and beef quesadillas, as well as different chocolates and chilled high class wine ,that Kaila wasn’t used to, had covered his antique walnut wooden dining table. Like she thought, he was a great host who had great taste and wasn’t cheap at all.

Standing in front of the miniature buffet with an empty plate Kaila was indecisive on what to get and how much. Still fresh to the friend group she was conscious on how much she ate in front of people that she wasn’t really comfortable with yet. Out of the six times she’s been here this was only her second time eating with them after getting pressured by her cubicle buddy ,Celina, telling her to make a plate before everything was gone.

Hearing the chatter coming from the livingroom, Kaila decided on a few slices of the quesadillas instead of the wings. She didn’t want to look like a pig knowing that she would try to suck the sauce off of her fingers afterwards. Filling up her red plastic cup with the cool wine she headed back into the huge living area. Spotting her purse and coat she sat in her spot and cuddled up with her belongings.

“See I told you, the food is good.” Celina smiled while sipping on her wine. She brought a hand to her hair stroking the box braids and giggled.

Kaila noticed that she had three cups prior so she knew that she was starting to become loose.

Laughing with her, Kaila shook her head and dug into her finger food. Looking at the small group she wondered how she was able to fit in with them. The group consisted of three women and three guys, Erik including as one of them. Every single person in their clique was extremely attractive and in shape. Her body type did not belong at all. There was always rumors going around the office about them setting up date nights to throw orgy parties. At least that’s what people assumed because they were so tight and never invited anyone else.

But Kaila had to take a chance and ask, since her desk buddy was a part of the famous group. So one day she asked Celina if it was true only to earn one of the most hysterical laughs in her face. She shut it down immediately and informed her the reason behind their closeness was because they all trained and got hired for their jobs at the exact same time and have been inseparable since.

Celina thought it was funny and invited her out so she could see that she wasn’t lying. Kaila refused the first few times but gave in after Celina had another one of their members, Leah, tag team against her insisting that she’d come. Kaila wasn’t an extrovert at all. Her regular day included work, talking on the phone with her baby sister who was away for college, and tv time with her cat, Snuggles.But she wanted to change that so she made Game Night at Erik’s a part of her weekend routines.

“Y’all mufuckas ready to get this bitch started.” Erik walked in finally making his presence known after being upstairs for half an hour. He was changed out of his work attire into something more relaxed. Nike grey sweats, a crisp white tshirt with his gold chains falling over it, and his Nike slides to match. His dreads were out of the braids that he only kept in while he was at work, now they were wild and free.

Kaila took in his frame. She watched as his muscles flexed from the slightest movements. Twisting open his personal bottle of Hennessy, she watched him take a long swig and shaking his head at the taste afterwards. She did a short giggle when she seen him hiss making his gold canines show. When Erik’s eyes turn to her direction she quickly averted her gaze to everyone else praying that she didn’t get caught staring.

This crush that she had for him was starting to be too much. At first she thought it would go away once she would find out that his body and personality didn’t mix but it became worst when she started to hang out with them. Erik was nothing like how she thought of him to be. Before hand she for sure figured him out as a smug and arrogant jerk but he was the total opposite. He was such a gentleman, sweet, and a charmer when it came to the ladies.

The littlest things he did like hold the door for her, or making sure that she wasn’t the last one going into a building whenever they went out for lunch to grab coffee. Kaila was falling for all of it. But after hanging out with them for so long Kaila noticed a few things about him. Yes, Erik was a sweetheart but he had a rough edge to him. When the drinks were in his system Erik liked to talk his shit, and he was nasty with it too. Of course all of the girls in the group would openly let him know that he could fuck if he wanted to. All except Kaila, she would never make a statement as bold as that no matter how much alcohol she had.

“About time nigga. The hell was you doing back there?” One of the guys, Tyler asked sitting in between Leah’s legs on the floor.

“My shit, my business bitch ass nigga.” Erik retorted playfully. He walked in front of his coffee table sitting in his chair. On the table had a display of all types of games. He sorted through them taking his time.

“Erik hurry up and pick a gamee.” Celina whined as she still sipped.

Glancing up he eyed everyone briefly. “The fuck is it, rush Erik night or sumn shit. Y’all niggas know without this y’all wouldn’t have shit else to do so calm the fuck down for I throw all y’all ass out.” He laughed drinking out his bottle.

“Hold up I didn’t say shit. I hope that’s not for everyone.” The thick dark skin girl who’s name was Keisha came in and sat down. Kaila thought she was the prettiest.

“Nah not you Keisha, you know you my boo.” He smirked.

She giggled doing the “period” motion with her hand. Kaila smiled sitting her plate on the floor beside her making a mental reminder to throw it away before she leaves.

Erik cleared his throat picking up a box. “Aight I got one. Do or Drink!” Sitting the other games to the side he placed the box in the middle.

Groanes and curses came from the other people. Kaila faced them amused with their reaction wondering what was wrong with the game he chosed.

“No Erik you always pick this game.” Leah flopped her hands to the side of her.

“Yeah I don’t like this one bae. You be making everybody drink and get drunk while playing this. Can we play something else.” Keisha sighed picking up her glass.

“No y’all only get drunk cause y’all mufuckas don’t know how to drink or hold ya liquor. Besides she ain’t never played this with us yet.” He spoke sorting the cards.

All of the attention went towards Kaila. Trying her best to shrink in her side of the couch she felt her cheeks heat up. Kaila hated when she was put on the spotlight in front of everybody. Bringing her cup to her mouth she sipped some hoping to calm her nerves.

“Kaila you ain’t never played this with us?” Troy asked.

Shaking her head she smiled timidly. “No but I guess I will tonight.”

“Kaila the game is real simple, all you have to do is draw a card, read it aloud so that everyone can hear you and you can either choose to do what it says or drink instead. Don’t worry about all that extra shit. Got it?” Erik asked her shuffling the deck.

“Yeah I got it.” She answered softly.

When he eyed her up and down part of her had to clenched her thighs to keep the wetness she felt down there from damping her panties and the other part wanted to run away from his gaze. The way he looked with his dreads covering his eyes was so enticing and it had her excited. Something she haven’t felt with a man in almost two years.

There was an order on how the rotation went. It was Celina, Keisha, Troy, Tyler, Leah, Erik, and lastly Kaila. She was okay with going last just to see how the game was to be played. It was easy to catch on to after the first few turns. Some of the draws that Kaila picked up were to risky for her so she had to drink for not doing them. Because she didn’t drink hard liquor Erik allowed her to take shots of the wine but for everyone else it was either tequila or some of his Hennessy. She was definitely starting to feel warm from the drinking she’s been doing.

Now it was going on the second round and it was Leah’s go,she had to draw a card. “Okay it says let the group go through your phones photo gallery for 60 seconds. Do this or take two shots?” She threw her card down looking for the shot glass.

Erik jumped up from his seat. “Unh uh hand it over. You passed the last time. Gimme your fuckin phone.” He chuckled walking near her.

Kaila laughed watching Leah try to keep her phone away from him but failed due to his tall and bulky stature taking it clean straight out of her hands. He held the IPhone to her face unlocking it and went to her gallery. Erik’s eyes went from entertained to lustful within seconds. Sucking in his bottom lip he glanced back at Leah.

“Damn girl. Yo shit pretty as fuck.” His low voice crept throughout the room. His eyes traveled down to her covered area.

Kaila, knowing what he was referring to, felt herself get jealous and turned on at the same time. She wanted him to look at her like that and speak to her the same way but she was to shy to say anything.

“Nigga let me see.” Tyler hopped up standing next to him. His mouth dropping when he saw whatever that was on the screen. “Damn Leah.”

Rolling her eyes Leah snatched her phone from their view. “Okay y’all niggas not bout to be fantasizing over my pussy.” She sat back on her end of the couch.

Erik shook his head walking to his chair. Picking up a card he read silently before trying to pick a new one. Celina sat up when she saw him and called him out.

“Uh Erik you never skip cards. What you doing baby boy?” She sat on the edge.

Erik smack his lips. “Nah not that one. Plus it’s my shit I could do whatever I want.” He spoke lowly going to the next card.

Keisha got up walking over to him. “No let me see the card because I ain’t never seen you skip one a day since I met you.” She tried picking it up but Erik snatched it away.

“Chill Keisha, watch out.” He grabbed her wrist lightly.

Keisha laughed. “Boy stop playing with me and let me see.”

Distracted by her going back and forth with him Erik wasn’t aware of Celina sneaking around the other side of him and successfully grabbing the card. She ran behind the couch and read it.

“Let’s see why Stevens was act like a pussy.” She slurred her words. “It’s says motorboat the person to the right of you for 15 seconds, even if they don’t have boobs. Do this or take three shots?”

Everyone looked to the right of him. Sitting at the end of the couch left only one person, Kaila. For the second time that night all eyes was on her. She wished that she could find a hole to crawl in and just die but that wasn’t possible for her. Hearing Celina read the card had her wishing that she would have just left it alone when he skipped the first time. She was embarrassed but she didn’t know if it was because the card dared him to put his face in her titties or that he wanted to skip the turn.

“Celina sit your drunk ass down and just leave the card alone.” Leah grabbed her arm and pulled her down.

“Oops sorry.” She burped putting the card back.

There was silence for a few minutes. For almost the whole night Kaila skipped her turn or declined when someone had to do something to her causing them to lose. She didn’t want to be the party pooper of the hour so she spoke up.

“You can do it if you want.” Her voice coming out lightly. Avoiding the stares from the others her eyes stayed on Erik’s.

His brows lifted up surprised. “Look don’t let Celina’s drunk ass pressure you into something you not down for Kaila.” The way he said her name made her squirm and Erik peeped it himself.

“She wasn’t but if you don’t want to I get it-“ She stopped her sentence when he stood up from his chair.

His body was now in front of hers. Kaila couldn’t help quickly glancing at the print that stuck out through his sweats. The feeling of his hand under her chin tilted it up startled her a bit.

“You wanna do this out here or we can go somewhere private? It’s up to you.”

The room was now quiet as everyone watched the two under the influence and yet still drinking from their cups. Kaila nodded as she stood up signaling that she would rather do it somewhere not in front of them. Stepping to the side she went in front of him and felt his hand on the small of her back.

“Don’t take longer than 15 seconds.” Celina laughed sticking her tongue out when they briefly looked back at her.

Kaila looked around aimlessly as Erik led her down his dark hallway. The only thing that could be seen was the faint wall art from the infrequent lightening outside that came through his windows due to the rainstorm they were going to have tonight. The closer they were to their destination the more the butterflies in Kaila’s stomach start to appear one by one.

“Here we are.” Erik pushed a tall black door opened revealing his master bedroom.

Kaila didn’t stop her eyes from wondering as she looked around. The theme color to his room was black and red. His king sized bed was placed in the middle with a Versace Medusa logo cover resting on top. Laying on the ground next to it was a large black and gold Persian rug. But what caught her attention was the wide mirror that was over his bed.

“You have a nice room Erik.” She sent him a light smile standing in the middle of the floor.

Erik closed his door with the weight of his body. He smirked watching her stand there timidly barely keeping eye contact with him. Erik knew that Kaila had some sort of crush on him but he never said anything about it because he didn’t want to embarrass her. She was always shy around him but was okay with talking to everyone else in the group. Erik couldn’t stand that shit. Watching her round face give her sweet smile to Troy and Tyler always made him jealous. He wanted to be the one to put it on her face but could never get the chance with her always running away from him.

Before she became a part of their group Erik already noticed Kaila around the office. The curve of her wide hips and thickness of her thighs that she would cover up lured him into her. There would be days when she wasn’t wearing her turtleneck and he could finally get a peak at her smooth and chocolate double D’s along with a whiff of her perfume. Erik’s mouth would began to salvitate as he became curious wondering how they would taste. Now he had the chance.

“Thank you. I appreciate that baby.” He chuckled walking to stand in front of her.

Kaila’s eyes averted down at the new pet name. Looking back up, his russet eyes met her chestnut colored ones. His teeth held the full bottom flesh between them. The moment she inhaled for the first time with their closeness Kaila smelled his cologne that sent signals down to her vagina. She could feel the sticky wetness that he was created and he hadn’t even touch her. Her chest rose and fell as her breath hiked up.

“So you ready? It’s only 15 seconds.” The sound of his deep voice had her doing kegals on an imaginary dick.

“Yeah let’s do this.”

The sudden movements of his hands going up to her breast spooked her. Wearing an off the shoulder ribbed dark grey long sleeve tub top Kaila was able to feel his fingertips against her skin. She did a soft moan from the contact hoping that he didn’t hear.

“Big ass fucking titties.” Erik spoke out loud not caring if she heard him or not.

He began to grope them. Bringing his hands to the cuff of them he played with her breast. Lifting them up and down. All of a sudden he was like a kid in a candy store. Kaila could feel her nipples harden on his hands, that frequently rubbed against them. She bit her lip.

Erik smirked watching her get aroused in front of him. He could feel the pebbles turning into rocks from his touch and when he saw her suck on her bottom lip his dick jumped. Wasting no time he lifted her breast up and dove straight in face first. With the combination or her soft titties and her scent Erik’s dick started to get rock hard. He knew then that he now wanted to add titty fucking to the list of nasty shit he wanted to do to her.

“Mm.” Kaila tried her best hide her moan. She didn’t want him to think she was a prude for moaning at something as little as this. It was all a part of a game for goodness sake, but she couldn’t help it. Reaching up she gripped his dreads holding on to him while he moved his head side to side.

The fifteen seconds was long and over with but he was still down there. What was only supposed to be a quick playful motorboat session turned into love bites and delicate sucks. Erik took his time placing a kiss on to each breast. Tracing his tongue over them and then giving a soft suck. He could hear her trying to suppress her moans, but he was working for them and wanted to hear them clearly.

Reaching behind her he slid his hands around her thick waist and then traveled down to her ass. Gripping her cheeks roughly through her leggings he pulled her body into his pressing her down on his thick and solid member. Still continuing his sucks on her breast he groaned hearing her give in.

“Erikk.” Kaila felt the flutters in her stomach and her toes curl when she felt his package bump her area.

“Hmm?” He was now moving up to her exposed neck never losening his grip on her ass.

“The game.” Her words came out as a whine.

“Fuck it. You can’t tell me you not tryna let me fuck right now. Letting me suck on you and shit. I know you wet as fuck down there.” The confidence he spoke with had her dripping even more.

Kaila brought her hands up to his biceps. She turned her head to give him more space to kiss. Squeals left her mouth every time he would grip her cheeks separating them. Kaila wanted to submit badly but was still undecided as she worried about the others listening to what could happen in this room.

Erik pulled away from her seeing that she was hesitant. That’s when an idea popped into his head. His dick was too hard for him to leave without feeling any type of warmth. Going into his nightstand he found the coin and flipped it before walking back to her.

“Alright I have this coin here that’ll decide on what I can receive from you. Since you’re so worried about that dumb ass game out there. We can play our own.”

Kaila’s knitted with confusion but she was curious.

“What type of game?” Her soft voice asked.

Erik licked his lips as she watched hers move. He tugged on her lower lip with his thumb and index finger before showing her the coin and handing it to her.

“If it flips on head I get some pussy and if it flips on tails I get some head. You down?” Stepping in her space he bent his head kissing on her neck. She was so soft to him and it was hard for him to stop.

Kaila observed the gold naughty coin. She never tried anything like this in her 24 years of living. It was new and exciting and with Erik being the person behind it tempting her, she wanted to give it a chance.

“Okay. You flip?” She handed the coin back rubbing her sweaty palms up and down her black leggings.

Taking the coin he strolled over to his bed. Sitting on the edge of it he patted the space next to it offering her a seat. Kaila worked up the nerve to walk over from the liquid courage that she was feeling from the wine. It was making her feel frisky and horny all in one. She sat next to him and smiled sheepishly.

Erik leaned back and smirked. He wrapped an arm behind her as he got ready to flip the coin. “Heads I win...Tails you lose.” He chuckled as she understood the double meaning.

He tossed it up just a few feet above them and caught it quickly with the same hand.

“Hold your hand out.” He demanded and placed the coin flat on her palm. There was a pause for a few seconds before he lifted his hand. It landed on tails.

“Hope you know how to suck some dick.” He reached his hand behind her smacking her ass.

Kaila got up and stood in front of him. Rolling her eyes at his cockiness she pulled her braids up into a bun wrapping them around to keep them out of the way. She pushed him back causing him to lean on his elbows. Getting on her knees he started to rock his leg side to side. Tugging at his sweats she pulled them down along with his briefs making his semi-hard long and girthy length pop out. From the size alone Kaila got intimidated know that if he knew how to work with it he would make her go crazy.

Erik pulled on the hem of his shirt hiking it up to show his abs. He reached down grabbing the base of his dick whirling it back and forth. “I don’t wanna feel no teeth. You hear me?” His command coming out crystal clear.

Nodding her head Kaila leaned forward giving him a gentle kiss. The thick mushroom tip felt good against her lips. She hasn’t been with a man in almost two years so she wasn’t sure if she still had it. But tonight she would find out knowing that Erik would have no problem letting her know.

Getting her mouth wet she let a long sting of saliva drip on to his length. Sticking out her tongue she ran it against the sides wetting his stick up before taking him into her mouth whole. Erik was a challenge so she wasn’t going to get him down in one fit. She’d have to work her way down. She let him slide in and out of her mouth twirling her head when she would reach his tip. Taking one of her free hands she stroked his shaft while shoving her other hand in her leggings rubbing her clit. The feeling of having a dick grow in her mouth made Kaila’s pussy drip and nipples hard.

Looking up she watched as Erik kept his eyes on her. His jaws tightening from her locked jaw that she had on him. The ‘gawking’ sound coming from her made his balls jump. Erik’s eyes now became low as he reached for her braids unraveling the bun and created a ponytail with his fist.

“That’s how you sucking Daddy dick?” He asked surprise as he now sat up leaning on his free hand watching her perform her work of art.

When she felt him hit the back of her throat she answered him on purpose so that he could feel the vibrations. “Mmhm.”

“Ahh SHIT!” Erik threw his head back feeling how her throat had clenched around him. Kaila surprise the fuck out of him. He never expected a head monster behind that quiet little desktop bookworm facade she had put on, but everyone know that they be the main freaks.

She was sucking his shit sloppy just the way he liked it. Her tight warm jaws had his heads in the clouds. Kaila’s head game was starting to get so good Erik felt like he had to do or say something to throw her off.

“Let Daddy slut this muthafucking throat out....gah damnn.” Standing up he lifted his crisp white shirt up to his mouth tucking it in between his teeth. Grabbing her braids and making a ponytail with one hand he cupped her chin with the other as he fucked her throat.

When the spit began to run down her chin and hit her top it reminded Erik of her big chocolate melons that he wanted to fall asleep on. He had got to feel them now he wanted to see them.

“Pull them big ass fuckin titties out.” He spoke with his shirt still clenched in his teeth making his dimples show.

Kaila heard comply to his orders. She pulled the top down and her strapless bra up and began to play with her nipples for him. Using the spit that dripped on her chest she rubbed it on her pebbles as her mouth became wetter with her arousal. She brought a hand back into her pants and tweaked her nub.

Erik watched her play with herself knowing that head wasn’t the only thing he was trying to get from her for the night. If she could suck dick this good he only imagine what that pussy was feeling like.

“Mouth to fuckin good to not try and fuck. You gon give me sum pussy after?” His hips still stroking in her mouth. Kaila tried to push him out by his thighs but he pushed her hands away. “Move them fuckin hands and answer my question.”

Closing her eyes trying to breathe through her nose she nodded her head. Erik smirked as he pulled out of her mouth. Dick standing up and dripping with her saliva.

“Get yo ass on this bed.” He took off his shirt and stepped out of his sweats and underwear leaving him in his naked glory.

Kaila got on the bed, kicking of her shoes she laid on her back looking at herself in his mirror that was above them before she felt him pulling at her leggings. She squealed from the quick action lifting up to help him get them off. The moment the air touched her thighs she grew self conscious of her appearance. Erik noticed when he opened her thighs climbing between them.

“Instead of being worried bout how thick these thighs are you should be worried about how you gon take this dick.” He leaned up and tapped his heavy meat on her covered clit.

“Ooh.” Out of reaction Kaila moaned and shut her thighs closed.

Erik grabbing them and pushing them back to their previous position. “Unh uh. Open ya fuckin legs. I know you got some good warm wet ass pussy. I can feel the heat coming off that muthafucka and I ain’t pull ya panties to the side yet.”

His dirty talk was making her pussy throb. Kaila wanted to feel that heavy dick split her open even if she cried right after. Erik spoke with big dick energy because he know he had big dick to deliver.

“I want some dick.” Her shy hushed words coming out. Kaila didn’t usually speak like this but Erik brought it out of her.

He smirked and grabbed her the back of her thighs and lifted them up pushing them on her stomach. “Oh you gon get this dick, but I wanna eat this pussy first.”

Without warning he bent his head down between her thighs. Using his teeth he dragged her panties to the side. Kaila jump feeling his breath on her lower lips. She started to brace herself when she felt a long lick go up and down her slick coated slit. Taking his hand he used it to separate her meaty flesh. Her natural juices sticking to the sides

Erik groaned biting his lip. “Mm I know you be making niggas drown in this shit.” He watched her hole open and closed as he spoke to it.

Spitting on her clit he went straight to sucking on it. Erik had to stop her legs from snapping on his head. He used the all the upper strength he had to hold her thick thighs down all the while never letting up on her clit. Keeping his mouth around her he flicked the bud repeatedly. Her juices started to drip out already soaking his beard. The smell of her sex made his dick jump with anticipation. He was ready to feel her in some type of way. Bringing his tongue down he began to tongue fuck her tight hole. She clenched down on him as he slid in and out of her walls. Using his thumb he rubbed her clit adding to her pleasure

“Ohh fuuckk....I’m about to cum babyy.” Kaila covered her mouth to try and lower her whining moans but the way he stuck his tongue in her made it impossible.

“Let that shit out.” Smacking her inner thigh he went back sucking her clit. Erik felt how tight she was on his tongue. He knew he had to open her up a bit to get her ready for his dick. He took two fingers and slowly worked them into her.

Kaila lifted her hips to meet his strokes as she felt herself come undone on his fingers. The suction he was applying on her clit brought tears to her eyes. Her legs shook already giving out. Erik lifted up bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking her essence.

“I’ll have game night every day just to get up in this pussy.” He rubbed his tip against her clit. Using her natural lubricant he made himself slick enough and sat at her tight opening. Erik lifted her thighs back to as far as they were able to go and used the weight of his hips and thrusted inside of her.

“Ahh FUCK!! Gah damn. Wait a minute.” He pulled out instantly and closed his eyes. He chuckled lowly shaking his head. “You got me fucked up if you think I’m not beatin this shit down.” He gripped Kaila’s thighs pulling her to the edge of the bed. He had her at an angle and was standing up.

Kaila squeaked. “Erik wait don’t go too deep-“ She was cut off feeling him sink inside of her. Her arms flailing over as she gripped his sheet. Mouth ajar and formed into a silent ‘o’ as she felt herself getting stretched open to max she’s ever been.

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Erik wasn’t playing when he said he was going to beat her pussy up. The size or weight of her body didn’t stand a chance to him. He was in beast mode as he drilled her shit in. Kaila’s cry’s and moans fell on deaf ears as he was hitting her spot. No matter how much pushing at his chest she did, it didn’t change the pace or motion he was going in. She had already came on his dick two times but that didn’t mean anything to him.

Kaila whimpered as she brought her hands to his hips to try and stop him. “Daddyyy please l-I can’t.” She brought a hand up to her mouth and bit on her knuckles.

Erik ignored her knowing that she was only speaking because of the sensitivity of her pussy started to probably grow higher the more he stroked her out. The minute he felt her pussy wrapped around his dick Erik got stuck. Her warm and gushy walls clenching him every time he tried to pull out. There was no way she wanted him out of this pussy.

“Move ya fucking hand and take some dick.” He barked as his dreads hung over his eyes and chain swung low. He pulled out tapping on her clit only to slide back in deeper this time.

“Unh..okayy.” She cried frustrated that she couldn’t run

He had her thick frame bended up like a pretzel. Looking between their bodies that was starting to sweat up, Erik watched the way he slid in and out of her. Her coat attached on to his dick. The way he could see her pussy throb around him. But the way she would involuntarily clenched her walls around him when he would pull out only leaving his tip in had her flipping Erik’s crazy switch.

Erik wanted to laugh when he saw the tremble in her lower lip and her tears coming out the corner of her eyes. He was giving her that good dick and he loved watching her get ruined in front of his face. Leaning over her he started to suck her nipples while his stroke never faltered.

Glancing up at the cieling Kaila watched him stroke deep inside of her in the mirror. The rotation of his hips along with his slight curve he had on his dick was sending her to another dimension. He was digging so deep inside of her it had her mind making up scenarios of having a family with him. It was the way he stroked her and fed on her nipples at the same time that had her seeing stars on his wall.

Kaila gripped his dreads. She moaned and whimpered with panted breaths. She couldn’t control the level of her voice. When his strokes were short and fast she’d moan but when he started tapping at her bottom her toes would curl and she’d whimpered and shake underneath him. Kaila didn’t have a clue when she would be able to find another person to hit it the way he did or if there would be another at all.

“Ohh daddy....you so deep in my pussy.” Her sexy moans in his ear had Erik ready to bust. He lifted from her tittes and gave her a nasty kiss. Tongue and all. Kaila moaned and clenched down onto him. Erik’s fingers dug into her skin and sucked on her lip.

“You gon let me nut in this tight ass pussy?” He whispered in her neck.

Kaila shook her head yes willing to agree with anything while he was laying that pipe on her. “Cum in me daddy.”

Erik wanted to hold off but the pussy was hitting too good. He stood back up and stroked until he bottomed out inside her. He’d always get his best nuts when he would go deep. Tucking his lip into his mouth his deep long strokes started to slow feeling his balls tightened. Erik closed his eyes when she gripped his meat and pulling his seed right out of him.

“Fuck!” He groaned and continued to stroke his nut out until he was empty. He pulled out of her with her cream coating his member.

His dick was still hard. Kaila was laying in the same position. Her thighs sore and unable to close from staying open that long. Sitting up she rested on her palms to observe him. Erik’s eyes was glued to her pussy before taking his hand and rubbing her clit.

“I can’t stay out this shit.” He licked his lips.

Kaila shyly smiled as she was about to speak when she heard laughing on the other side of the door.

“Now y’all niggas know them 15 seconds been up.” Celina stated loudly before laughing along with the others.

Her hand covered her mouth as embarrassment clouded her face. She pushed his hand away.

“See Erik I told you.” Kaila whined getting up.

“Wait,where you going?” He asked stepping in front of her.

“I’m going back to the game.”

“We not done here yet. Now come flip this coin to see what you could get. This head...or... this dick.”

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Chill Out

Characters: Rio x black!reader

Summary: Wine drunk + dancing= a very entertained but annoyed Rio

Warnings: Smut

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEA 💖 @starrynite7114 thank you for being such a great friend. I hope your day is filled with joy 😘 love you, babes! P.S. this was so hard to keep a secret from you lol

I highly recommend listening to these while reading:

Today you were on a high. You woke up feeling good and the day just kept on getting better. Your friends came over for drinks and gossip. During that time the playlist that was playing in the background had hits after hits, causing y’all to be singing dancing fools.

Eventually, the girls had to leave because it was a school night, but it was perfect timing because as soon as they were leaving Rio came back home.

“You have fun, mama?” He kissed you tasting the wine on your lips. You started getting bolder, nibbling on his lips and neck. Oh, it was about to be one of those nights, Rio thought.

Rio pulled away from you and went to the refrigerator for a water bottle. “Not right now. I wanna watch the game.” He explained, plopping down on the couch.

You tried to hold in your whining. It wasn’t often that Rio got to relax, so left him be. “Do you mind if I play music while I clean up?”

“Nah, you do you. I don’t wanna hear the commentators anyway.”

With his permission you turned the music up. It was a little mix of everything so when Crush started playing you got hyped since you haven’t heard that song in forever.

It's just (aah) a little crush (crush)

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just (aah) some little thing (crush)

Not like everything I do depends on you

Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la

Rio side-eyed you as you began to sing and dance like every white girl in a 90s movie. “Really? You jamming out to this mess?”

“Rude.” You continued singing and dancing along while you were wiping down the counter. Then the next banger came on and you had to rope Rio in.

Motownphilly's back again

Doin' a little east coast fling

Boyz II Men going off

Not too hard, not too soft

Before you were in the kitchen singing and dancing, but with this new song you migrated to the living room dancing in front of Rio. “What you know about this?” You taunted him while doing the running man.

Rio secretly loved that you were dancing like a fool. You were the sunshine in his gloomy life.

He tried not to crack a smile at your silliness, but he couldn’t help it. “Come here,” he crooked a long finger at you.

Continuing to dance, you shook your head no. He wasn’t about to rain on your parade. “Come here.” Rio repeated with more authority in his voice.

This time you complied and stood between Rio’s legs. Grabbing onto your hips Rio pulled you into his lap. For awhile he massaged your scalp while he just stared at you lovingly.

Rio was the king of building up tension. Usually, you would snap and tell him to hurry up, but that would only make him prolong it. However, you were enjoying it this time. His nose rubbing against yours, his breath tickling your face, his hands running along your body.

Eventually, his lips graced yours. He held your chin as the kiss got a little messier. But as usual it was magical. “I love you,” he smiled at you.

“I love you too.” You kissed him once more before you got up. He smacked your ass as you walked away, enjoying it ripple before he got pulled away by the game. “Be ready as soon as the game is off.”

“Okay, daddy,” you giggled and went off to finish cleaning.

As you continue to clean you continued dancing. During commercial breaks you would dance in front of Rio causing him to roll his eyes like he wasn’t enjoying it. Mostly it was silly dancing, but then the twerk songs started coming on and you couldn’t help yourself.

Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh

Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)

I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)

'Cause she thick (thick)

Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)

Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she make me stutter

Thankfully it was a commercial break because Rio probably would’ve pushed you out of the way when you started twerking in his face. Instead he gripped a chunk of ass and told you, “Aye, chill with all that.”

“Oh, so Jake from State Farm is more interesting than me?” Rio didn’t say anything for a bit. He just rubbed his bottom lip while his eyes roamed your body. “Girl, you better move before you have my full attention.”

Rolling your eyes you moved out of the way and grabbed you a glass of wine. Fine, if he didn’t want to play, you’ll have fun on your own.

Two wine glasses later and you didn’t give one fuck. You were all up in Rio’s face rapping along with lyrics about using men. Even though, Rio was mostly expressionless you still caught his little quirks of reactions.

“He always asking do I love him? I always be tellin' him, "Uh-uh" I told him he pushing his luck, he better be happy I fucked him.”

“Watch it,” Rio lowly warned you. As usual you paid him no mind and played the next song.

Got more milkshakes than Kelis

Ain't met a nigga who can handle me

I think I should be in museums (hey hey)

'Cause this body a masterpiece (yeah yeah)

Can I fuck ya to a trap beat? (huh huh huh)

He said girl you tryin' to trap me? (Huh huh huh)

Ah hell nah, nigga no I ain't (what what? Uh)

You can hit that door, here go ahead leave (what what? Uh)

Rio couldn’t focus on the game. Between you twerking and rapping in his face, basically saying ‘fuck him’ had him hard as fuck, but he wasn’t about give into you. However, your determination was stronger than his. The last straw though was when you got on the couch popping over ass cheek at a time while looking at him “innocently.”

I wanna bust it on your face

He wanna see my shit squirt like he squeezed it

He finna die by this pussy, he need it

He wanna keep it like lock it and key it

I tell him to bring me my money then beat it

Give a nigga back to the streets, ayy

Even though the song wasn’t your words, it was still a challenge to him. You were directing all that energy to him and you about to get it back ten-fold.

While you were in Meganland, Rio was able to pull your shorts and panties to the side. He didn’t have the time so he pulled his dick out of his pants.

“Rioooo,” you reached back to grab onto his wrists when you felt him split you open. “Nah, what you running for? Remember you were gonna ‘leave this dick up in a casket’?”

Rio loved this song. The moment when he sees the brattiness dies and you become a compliant whimpering mess. Only he could do this. Only he could make this independent, strong woman weak.

“Come on, baby. I thought you ain’t met anyone who can handle you. This sure looks like I’m handling all this shit.” Rio smacked your ass as he looked at your conjoined bodies.

It was too much and too little at the same time. Rio was giving you those long, slow strokes that had you near the edge, but could never quite push you over.

“Please,” you begged, trying to flatten yourself. “Nah, you gonna take this.” Rio pulled your hips up and got a tight grip on them to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

“Please let me cum, Rio. I’ll be good. I promise.” Your man chuckled, making you want to cry. He either wasn’t in a forgiving mood or he was gonna make you work for it.

Grabbing you by your chin, Rio turned your face towards him. Instinctively, he stuck some of his fingers in your mouth. “You want cum, huh?”

“Mmmhmm,” you nodded, gently sucking on his fingers.

“Why should I? You wouldn’t let me watch the game.”

“Because I’ll make you feel good, daddy.” Rio smiled at you before he bent down and kissed you while wrapping his arm around your body to start rubbing your clit. “Cum on this dick, bitch.” He whispered into your ear.

Rio sped up his pace a bit and you were going crazy, yelling out his name. “Rio, Rio, tak-, tak-, take me to the room. I’m gonna squirt.”

“So?” His voice was strained letting you know he was close to finishing. “I’m gonna ruin the couch.”

“Fuck this couch. I’ll buy another. Now cum on this dick. I’m trying to finish the game.”

With his permission, you soaked Rio’s clothes and the couch and not too long after you felt his seed coat your walls.

“Shit, I love you,” you smile tiredly as you laid your head against the armrest.

“Uh-huh, get up and take all your clothes off.” Rio pulled out of you and smacked your butt. You were about to object, but when you saw the look on his face, you quickly undressed.

For a moment, Rio forgot what he wanted you to do. Your body always hypnotized him. He just stared at you with his lip tucked in between his teeth. “Come sit on this dick, mama.”

Ugh, he wanted you to ride? You didn’t have the energy for that, but you listened anyway. Facing the tv, you sank down on his dick causing you both to moan in unison.

You began to bounce up and down, but Rio stilled your hips. “Nah, you ain’t gotta do all that.” Thank god, he was gonna do all the work. “You’re gonna sit here and be still while finish watching the game.”

“Huh?” He couldn’t be serious.

“Yeah, you heard me,” Rio closed your dropped jaw. “And if you move I’ll watch the next game even though I don’t give a fuck about that team.”

Rio didn’t give you a chance to object. He turned on the tv and ignored. Guess you should’ve chilled out earlier.

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clearlydiamondz · 3 years

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Who Are You?

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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(Y/N) and Erik have known each other since they were kids, they have been fooling around with each for the past few years. After leaving her for months with no contact, he pops up with a not so settling surprise.

Warnings: Blood, Cursing

(Y/M/F/N) : Your moms full name

(Y/D/F/N): Your dad’s full name

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Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

“It was a nice time seeing you again.” Sean said licking his lips at her as she smiled at him. This was the 4th date they been on, things starting to get a little more serious with him and honestly she was enjoying herself. It’s been five months since she broke up with Erik, and honestly she was enjoying herself. Sure, she missed him. Wondered where he went. She warned him the next time he up and left her, she would move on. She stood by her word.

“Thanks Sean, I really enjoyed myself.” she said biting her bottom lip. “Maybe next time we can have a little more fun.” she said stepping a little further towards him. She most definitely hit the jack pot with him. He owned two dealer ships out in L.A and two in Oakland. He was a gentlemen, kind, freaky. Didn’t leave her on read, it was like he was sent down from heaven.

“What kind of fun you tryna have lil mama?” he said gripping her waist and pulling him towards her as she giggled. “Lemme come in now, show you something real?” he said as she rolled her eyes pushing him away as he smacked his teeth.

“Boy I have work in the morning. I have to be at the office at like 8 in the morning.” she said as he shook his head.

“Yeah, I’ll let you get away with it this time but next time that ass is mine, you understand me?” he said biting her exposed shoulder as she moaned a bit.

“Yes sir.” she said. After they said their goodbyes, she walked inside the house with a huge grin on her face as she took off her heels.

“Who the fuck is that nigga?” she heard. Her head shot up, as she slowly turned around and saw Erik walking towards her with a glass of, assuming Crown Royal. His favorite drink. Next to Hennessey.

“The fuck are you doing in my house?” she asked walking past him, His head turned towards her direction as she placed her purse on the kitchen counter. His eye twitched when he saw that she wasn’t excited to see him.

“(Y/N), answer my fucking question. Who the fuck is-”

“He’s my boyfriend.” she snapped turning around looking at him. Erik busted out laughing, putting his hand out on the counter closing his eyes.

“Yeah okay. I’m going to ask you again. Who the fuck is that bitch ass nigga, (Y/N)?” he snapped as (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“That’s my boyfriend, Erik.” she said taking off her heels. “You know, significant other. Lover. Someone I fuck on the regular.” she said looking at him dead in the eye. Erik soon saw that she was serious.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“As a heart attack. I don’t know what you expected. I warned you that this was going to happen. So you can kindly get the hell out.” she said pointing towards the front door. “And leave the key.”

“You must have lost your mind.” he whispered. “(Y/N), I’m sorry that I left. Really. You know I can’t tell you where I go and-”

“And you know what? That’s fine. You don’t ever have to worry about telling me shit because I don’t want anything to do with you, or whatever the fuck you’re doing.” she snapped at him. “Just-Just leave. Now.” she said.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” she said walking over to him pointing her finger into her chest. “You do it all the fucking time. Months on end. Well I’m putting my foot down. Maybe some other bitch can deal with it but I can’t.” she said to him, her nostrils flaring in anger.

“I understand. I really do but-”

“If you understood like you say you do, you would understand why I cut you loose and moved on. I played along with this for way too long and I need to look out for myself.” she said. Something that she said triggered something in him.

“(Y/N), no offense but I have a lot of shit in my life personally. I have shit to do and you can’t know that. Yes, I be gone. For a long time. But what I do I can’t just, just say out and about because I-” he stopped himself before saying something.

“Because you what?” she backed away crossing her arms over her chest. “Well I know damn well you’re not going to say because you don’t trust me because I’ve known you since we were kids.” she said shaking her head. She was hoping that he would contradict but he just sat there looking at her.

“You really don’t trust me.” she said quietly, looking at him with so much defeat it almost broke him in half. “Get out, Erik. Or I’m calling the police.”

“(Y/N) wait.”

“Erik! Just shut up! You don’t understand how hard and stressful it is not to hear or speak to you, thinking that you moved on with someone else, or hurt or even worse! That shit took so much of my mental state that I couldn’t eat or sleep. You don’t understand! You think that you can come up in here, dick me down, buy me some shit and tell me what I want to hear and all will be well but no. I can’t do it anymore. And if you don’t trust me enough to tell me what the fuck you have going on then I don’t want nothing to do with you or whatever the fuck you have going on!” she yelled at him.

“(Y/N), listen to me.” he said grabbing her hands. “Look, I know what I do to you ain’t right. You don’t have to tell me because I already know it’s true. There are so many things that I want to tell you but I can’t.” he said as she looked down sighing.

“I can’t, do this.” she let his hands go. “Just go, please.” she said, tears rushing down her face.

“(Y/N) please. I-”

“No Erik. Just go.”

He gave her one last look before walking out.

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“Good morning everyone!” she exclaimed to her staff. “So as you all know, I will be opening a store in Miami. That means that I’m going to need a manager there to run the store. So I am sending out an email, you can apply and we’ll go from there.” she announced to everyone. Chatter spread through out the room, as she made her way to her office.

“Hey, so I sent out the invoice about inventory check list. They should be emailing it to you by the end of the week.” her assistant Tonya said.

“Thanks.” She walked into her office going to her desk and opening up her Desktop.

“Also, Erik came by this morning.” she said as her hands clenched into a fist. “He said to call him when you get the chance.” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah right.” she laughed to herself before opening her email.

“Everything alright? It’s been a while since he stopped by the office.” she said as (Y/N) looked up at her.

“That’s because I haven’t seen him since June.” (Y/N) told her. “No text, no call, no nothing.” she snapped.

“Jesus, that’s five months...” she trailed off as she nodded.

“He came to my house last night when Sean dropped me off. Questioning me about Sean and shit. Like nigga you have no room to be questioning me, questioning me in my house at that.” she scoffed, hearing her phone ding to see it was Sean texting her.

“Forreal? The audacity.” she chuckled sitting on the seats that sat in front of the desk.

Sean: Hey, you free for lunch this afternoon? I know you said you wanted to try out that new BBQ place on 21st street...

She smiled at the text before texting him back.

(Y/N): Yeah, I’ll meet you there around 1:00?

Sean: Sure thing beautiful.

“Anyways.” she closed her phone placing it on the desk. “Erik came by the house last night, telling me he couldn’t tell me because he didn’t trust me. A-And that he wanted to tell me but he couldn’t tell me. Like what am I suppose to think about that? It makes him looks sneaky.” she admitted as Erik nodded.

“Have you ever thought about him being like a... you know. Drug Lord? Or like, a gang member or something?” he said as (Y/N) paused, than laughed.

“A drug dealer? That’s a good one. I’ve known Erik my entire life and trust me, I would’ve noticed if he was hiding something like that from me.” she said shaking her head.

“I mean- think about it? Do you know what he does? Like, career wise. Nigga be driving the newest cars, dripped down in designers, spoiling you with money and shit and you haven’t even thought about it just once.” she said as (Y/N) sat back in her chair.

“I mean, it’s crossed my mind but like I said, it’s just so far from what I know.” she said as Tonya stood up.

“Well, just a thought to think about. I’m going to go down to customer service and get their weekly review.” she said as she nodded.

There is no way that he could be a drug dealer...

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(Y/N) walked into the restaurant, looking around and seeing Sean sitting there looking at the menu. She walked over to him as he saw her, smiling at her. “Look at you, you look good.” he smirked standing up as she smiled. She gave him a hug, and pecked his lips as she smiled.

“Thank you, same to you. Sorry I was late, my last meeting with a little longer than I wanted too.” she said sitting down on the other side of the booth.

“No worries, I ordered you a sweet tea with a slice of lemon.” he said to her as she smiled at him.

“Thank you.” he nodded closing the menu.

“There is something that I actually wanted to tell you.” he said as she nodded. “Someone reached out to me, by the name of... Killmonger? Said that he knew you.” he said as she tilted her head to the side.

“Killmonger...” she trailed off before shaking her head. “I’ve never heard of them before.” she said as he nodded sitting in his back.

“Really?’

“Nope.” she said shaking her head. “That’s a cool name though..” she trailed off looking at her own menu.

“That’s interesting.. because he said you were his ex.” he said as she put the menu down on the table looking at him. “He knew a lot of things about you, that you lived on South Viker Elm, what cars you drive, your full name...” he trailed off as she looked up at him, scared to death.

“What the fuck..” she whispered.

“You sure you don’t know who that is? Because I’m having a hard time believing you.” he said to her leaning forward as she thought about it before her eye twitched.

“What did he say?”

“He knew your mom name was (Y/M/F/N) and your dad’s name is (Y/D/F/N), you were born in (H/C).” she was freaked out until she realized it was most likely Erik. “Hell I didn’t even know you’re parents name was-”

“Actually, I might have an idea. We aren’t really exes. Just.. just someone that I used to mess around with. He left me a couple of months ago.” she said to him.

“Oh.. it’s that dude.” he said as she nodded.

“Yeah. I swear I don’t mean to put you through this. He came by the house last night and we got into an argument, but that’s about it. I have no idea how he got your number.” she said as he chuckled.

“He didn’t only know my number. He knew my name too.” he said looking at her.

“Sean, I swear. I don’t know how the hell he got that information. I would never do that to you. Did he threaten you?” she asked him as he chuckled.

“Something along that line.” he said taking his drink to his lips. “But don’t worry about that, I handled myself. I just want you to know that ya little ex-fling is tryna check me and that just don’t sit right with me.” he said as she sighed closing her temples.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I’m just fucking with you ma.” he said as she threw a napkin at him as he laughed. “But I’m serious about the ex thing.”

“Don’t worry, I got something for him.”

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She walked into the building, to not only be surprised to see Erik reading one of the magazines that was in the waiting area. ‘(Y/N) can we-”

“You. In my office, Now!” she exclaimed quietly. He looked shocked about her outburst, confused she followed her instructions. She put the stuff on the table before looking at him.

“The fuck is wrong with you!?” she yelled at him as he stared at her.

“There are a lot of things wrong with me. For starters-”

“Erik, I’m serious. Why the fuck are you calling him threatening him?” she asked as he still stared at her confused.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Sean! He told me you called him using this name Killmonger, a-and that you were telling him shit about me?” she snapped. “Now I don’t know what the fuck you have going on but leave me and him alone.” she said pointing a finger at him.

It felt like his entire heart stopped. “(Y/N), I swear on my mother I didn’t call no one. What’s his name?”

“Are you seriously going to sit there and play stupid?” she laughed shaking her head. “Erik he knew my mom and dads name! The only person in my life who knows that is you!” she exclaimed.

“Fuck!”

“(Y/N), listen. You can be mad at me for whatever reason. I don’t care about that right now? Tell me what his name is?” he said walking over to her. If there was something about (Y/N), she knew when Erik was in distress. Or scared. The look on his face showed nothing but pure fear.

“Erik, what is it that you’re not telling me?” she asked him. It looked as if he was in deep thought about something, something in which had his mind racing. Like he was debating. “Erik, please talk to me. Be honest. I need to know because if it’s not you someone out there knows shit about me and I need to get that shit dealt with. ASAP.” she said as Erik looked at the door biting him lip.

“Lock the door.” he said as she nodded. She walked to the door locking it before walking back to him.

“The reason why I go out for months at end isn’t because I’m cheating on you, or I’m hiding from you. I get paid.. to do things. Bad things to people.” he said as she backed up a little.

“Do what?” she asked him as he sighed.

“People pay me to handle their dirty work. They pay me to top people off.” she stared at him in complete shock. “Look, it’s not just random people. It’s people that do bad things.” he said as she looked at him. “So all this time, I’ve been fucking a murderer.” she said as he groaned rubbing his handsome his face.

“It’s not like that I swear, it’s just- you know my background. I was good in the military and now I’m good and it pays good.” he said as she scoffed.

“Yeah it pays good until you mess with the wrong people. Erik, some dude name Killmonger got ahold of my shit and-”

“Killmonger is me. That’s what I’m called.” he said as she scoffed.

“So you did call Sean, right? Wow-”

“No, can you shut up? Let me talk.” he said to her. She was taken back by the outburst but he continued. “Whoever that is knows about me, and knows enough about me to get to you. This dude you been messing with, knows too much information (Y/N).” he said stepping in front of her.

“You need to trust me, I need to know everything. I really don’t give a fuck if you’re mad at me or you never want to see me again. I just need to know you are safe.” he told her. She was scared shitless out of her mind. There was so much on her mind at the moment that she couldn’t quite gasp the fact that someone was out to get her. Never mind Erik being an assassin.

“(Y/N), look at me.” he grabbed her chin to make him look at me. “Please, you need to trust me.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would he lie about that if he knew I was going to confront you about it..” she trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe to throw it in my face...” he said as he looked at her. “But I gotta plan for his ass.”

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“Come in.” She smiled at Sean grabbing his hand. He looked her up and down licking his lips.

“All this for me..” he whispered looking at her. It was a new set she bought a couple of weeks ago, it was emerald green with rhinestones along the bands, her hair was in a slick back bun, her makeup was perfectly done.

“Yup. I told you I wanted to have a little fun.” she whispered starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Sheesh, you ain’t gotta tell me.” he said as she smirked at him. She grabbed his hand leading him to the spare room as he stared at her ass the entire time. “You got in touch with that nigga yet?”

“Killmonger?” she asked tilting her head.

“Yeah.. him.” he said rolling his eyes as she chuckled.

“No. Not yet. I tried to but he ain’t answering my phone calls.” she said as she pushed him on the chair that she had in the room. “But let’s not worry about him... I want my focus all. On. You.” she said pecking his chest. She got on her knees in front of him.

“Oh you a nasty lil bitch ain’t you...” he smirked at her as she smirked back at him. She grabbed the handcuffs as he looked at it laughing. “Oh shit..” he whispered. (Y/N) handcuffed him to the chair. That’s when she saw Erik come out of the closet, putting the pistol to his head.

“So your Sean.” he said as (Y/N) stood up. She grabbed her black robe slipping it over her body as she looked at Sean, Sean giving her the dirtiest glare.

“You been working with this nigga the entire time?”

“Actually no. She cussed me out thinking I called yo bitch ass.” Erik said. “But don’t worry about my girl. Worry-”

“Um, I’m not your girl.” (Y/N) cut in as Erik looked at her. “What? You think you can just say that shit after everything. No.. hell no.” she said looking back at Sean shaking her hand. “I don’t want a relationship with no one.. at all.” she said.

“We’ll talk about that. You.” he said looking back at Sean. “Talk.”

“Man fuck you, ain’t saying-” Erik punched him in the nose, knocking the chair over as she gasped.

“Erik chill!” she yelled as he turned to look at her. “That chair was hella expensive. You think I want his blood all over my shit.”

“Bruh, I’ll buy you another one.”

She rolled her eyes sitting on the bed. Erik sat the chair back up. “Talk nigga.”

“You remember Kingston?” he said as Erik nodded. “That was my brother.”

“Kingston don’t have no brother named Sean.”

“No shit dumbass. You think I’ma use my real name fucking with y’all. I wanted you dead. And it seems like the only family you got is her.” he said nodding his head towards (Y/N). “By the way, (Y/N), at first it was just a get up to get to him but I really do like-” And another punch sent to his face.

“You really think you can just sit up here and confess your feelings to her in my face nigga!” he yelled at him as he coughed up blood. All over her floor.

“Who is Kingston?” (Y/N) asked Erik as Erik sighed.

“A target. He was trafficking girls in Uganda. One of the girls died and the mother offered to pay me a good 10 Thousand to get his ass. Guess what?” Erik said lifting that nigga off the floor.

“I did that shit for free.” he laughed in front of Sean or whatever his name was.

“You get paid that much?” she asked as Erik laughed.

“Nah, that’s probably one of the lowest bids I’ve gotten. The highest I’ve had was like... 10 Million plus an extra 2 million if I could get the target and his crew.” he said as she looked at him in shock.

“Anyways, just know that I killed that bitch ass nigga with no price.” he said. “Like I’m gonna do you.” he said taking off the safety on his pistol making her flinch.

She was scared out of her mind to see him like this. Was he really about to kill him in her house? All that blood and-

BANG!

She looked to see Sean's body lumped over in the chair as she stared at him in shock. “Well we don’t have to worry about that nigga no more.” he said putting the gun in his waist band. “I know some people who’ll come and clean this up. Make it look like someone was never killed here before.” he chuckled. He noticed she wasn’t saying anything before looking at her as she stared at the dead body in horror.

“Oh fuck. I should’ve done this without you in the room..” he trailed off. “Let’s go.” he said grabbing her as he took her to her room.

Erik saw this look before. He knew what was happening. She was going to be scared of him. “You want me to run you a bath?” he asked her as she looked outside the window.

He went to her bathroom, filling the bathtub with bubbles and water. After setting it up he walked to the room to see in her in the same position. He took her undergarments' off before carrying her to the bathtub and placing her in. He bathed her as she stood at the wall.

“(Y/N), baby. Look at me.” They heard the people coming in making her jump as he grabbed her. “(Y/N), it’s just the people here to clean up the mess.” he comforted her as she relaxed some more. He grabbed her make up towel, putting on some of the makeup removal solution she has and rubber the makeup off her face.

About an hour later, she was in the bed as Erik was out in the hallway talking to the people. “Aye, thanks man. I owe you.” he heard Erik say.

“No worries. We gonna cremate the body and throw the ashes somewhere along the river downtown. So don’t worry about it, okay?” he heard a voice say. After a few more minutes before he came back into the room, as she laid in the bed.

“Hey, I’m gonna go. I’ma give you some space.” she heard him say. She sat up before looking at him.

“Can you, can you stay please?” she asked him as he nodded. He stripped from his clothes getting into the bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer, tracing her arms.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked her.

“No.. I don’t.”

“Fair enough.”

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calypso-finale · 1 year

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Forty Two.

“Imani commented and said what about me, like she hasn’t got school, I refuse to hear mother about it too. I’ll comment back and say don’t worry during school holiday we will go” laughing to myself, I barely posted the picture of Ti and I and Imani jumped in the comment with a quickness, that is hilarious to me. Ti and I decided to go to Mexico for a few days, I’m child free of course, I left Aziel in the UK with his father. I didn’t want to leave him but then again I don’t want to be chasing him, it was hard to leave my son behind. He didn’t understand really, he waved me goodbye not knowing I ain’t picking him up “I posted that we got her next time” locking my phone “I knew she would hate us, I knew she would be saying something. I feel like mom is trying to keep Imani away from us, she said something like I made mistakes with us two, but Imani won’t go through that. I felt like saying Imani is crying on the phone to get to us, we aren’t the bad ones here, I mean ok. I fucked up, you fucked up. It happens, I think mom is being dense” rolling my eyes, I am glad Ti has said that and not me because she has been always acting dense towards me “you know she said that I gave Rylee her money, but with me she wants to wait more time or whatever. She said she gave yours because you’re a mother now, you have your own thing” I huffed out “I feel like my mom is acting like Rihanna, she isn’t being a mother. I should have said no to her when she told me to do that with Brian” Ti pulled a face “I’m in shock that she actually told you to do that, like what is wrong with her” I shrugged “she hates me, this is why I ignore the group chat, fuck that. I am ok about it though, I am not running to mom and dad anymore” Ti laughed picking her cocktail up “dad doesn’t do anything, he doesn’t know a thing. Let’s go and get another drink” nodding my head as I pushed myself away from the side, swimming across to the bar in the pool “back?” The guy at the bar said “we don’t want to remember tomorrow” I said laughing sitting on the bar stool, this water bar is cute, I like it “I can make it happen” I pointed laughing, I won’t be getting drunk “I’ll pass on that offer” I refuse, I rather just know what I’m doing with myself.

Looking over at my sister’ phone as she took the picture “this is like kind of the first time I’ve revealed myself in this manner you know, publicly anyways, just after Aziel I didn’t exactly want to show myself” Ti turned her phone to me “thank you, I look good” Ti pulled a face “hold on, you saying you can’t show your body off but yet you out here fucking these men” waving her off “in the dark yeah” Ti is side eyeing me “Brian was in the dark though” picking my glass up “how did that happen? I’m still confused because like I get mom set it up but why and how did you sleep with him?” Sipping my drink “it happened, I was drunk. But not drunk enough to not know what was happening, I fully knew it did but it was boring, I regretted straight off Ti, with Oakley it happened and lights were on. Like he saw it all, because I have that scar there, he saw it and he didn’t care like that. But I’m telling you now, these skinny niggas have the most lethal dick” Ti yelped out “you’re so right, they do. Like why though? You skinny as shit, fully expect their dick to be skinny too. I don’t know why but these men have big ones, I’m done with skinny guys, ugh. You know those gym freaks have trash dick too” I chuckled “how many gym freaks have you had Ti?” This bitch talking about gyn freaks, how many has she had “a few, but I’m a changed person now” raising an eyebrow “least you ain’t get pregnant” I kissed my teeth “you was caught lacking Rylee, but he’s here now so whatever but one thing I always check is that dick is covered” I huffed out, I was caught lacking “so how is celibacy going?” I chuckled “fucking boring!” She spat; I snorted laughing.

Holding my phone in hand waiting on Oakley to bring Aziel to the phone “mommy” hearing Aziel say “yeah, come. She’s there, look then” Oakley shouted him over, I guess this is Oakley new crib, it looks nice actually. Looks big, I chuckled seeing Aziel with his chain on and hair out “mommy!” I cooed out “hey baby, I miss you already and it’s only been one night, I miss my baby so much” he looks so confused, he’s confused on why I’m not close, he looked at Oakley “what’s up? You not going to talk?” He said, he is ever so quiet now and I feel bad “mommy” he just said, poking my bottom lip out “is this your new home?” I said, he didn’t react or say anything “not talking to me now?” Oakley leaned down “huh?” He said, “is this your new home?” He shook his head “my mom place, she did this room up” letting out an oh “but I do have a new place though, just bought him here. Don’t worry I’ll be taking him home” nodding my head “your mom did the home up after I left? New beginnings” Oakley laughed “you made that up now, you know that ain’t true, how is Mexico? Peeped the bikini picture” I grinned “peeped or stared?” I questioned “peeped big head, first I was like ass on my timeline then I peeped the mark on the hip” I gasped “no way!” We both laughed out “how you remember that? You fancy me too much” I shook my head “nah, nah. See you just being jarring, Aziel. Talk to your mom, I’m going to sit down” I sighed out “Aziel, why are you confused? What’s wrong? Tell mommy what you doing” he pointed behind him “daddy” nodding my head, he started speaking his nonsense words as he does “oh really, you slept in your big boy bed?” He shook his head “no big boy, why not baby?” I told Oakley he will want to sleep in the bed with him “I miss you son” smiling at him, he looks so confused, he doesn’t understand why I’m not there.

Blowing air kisses as Ti took a video “better be cute bitch” picking my drink up “it is whore, my sister looks beautiful” I need to stop drinking actually, this is my last cocktail “I was going to say, I heard your little conversation. Not with my nephew but with the baby father” placing my drink down “mhmm?” I said confused “just you both sound cute, like you was anyways. I just want to ask, are you both just going to co-parent or are you going to get back together?” Ti asking the hard questions now “I don’t know about that; I just think we need to reconnect in a way. I don’t know, I love him, and I can’t really be comfortable with others, I don’t know” I really can’t predict it “I think maybe I should let things just you know be as they are, I’m not chasing him, if he calls me, he does. Speak of the devil, weird” Oakley messaging me, it’s late in the UK, I know “messaged you?” She asked “he has” opening the message and it’s a selfie of him and Aziel “why is he even awake” tapping int he voice note that just came through “yo, yo, yo. Tell me why this child woke me up by climbing on me and then sitting on my face? He nearly stopped my breathing, anyways come home quickly. I think the kids, well not kids, I mean the one child. We need you back, well he needs you back. I need to sleep but this child is weird bro, moving mad for no reason too” he stifled out a yawn “right, bye” I can’t help but smile he sounds so cute “I want him back so badly” I admitted “I know you do but I want you to let him do it, listen to me Rylee. I think you should allow yourself to be open to it but let him do all the running, all the things. Just you relax, he misses you too” she is right, nodding my head slowly “I will” I breathed out.

I did say to myself that I wouldn’t drink much but I feel tipsy “you know what gets me, didn’t you ever have a scare, like a pregnancy scare? It can’t be just me that was dumb enough to get caught?” Ti is hiding it but I feel she might have “a scare, yes I did go through a scare but Rylee I acted on it, I made sure I had something always. I wasn’t going to be a mother at this age, I refuse to be that. I don’t think I ever want to be a young mother, I want to be in my thirties at least, I want to live, I want try, I want to have fun. I love my nephew but no” I snorted laughing “yeah well I took one for the team” I cringed “I feel like if, I mean if. IF you both make it, I feel like you’re going to be like mom, you’re going to have more kids, I see you with three. I think Oakley seems like a guy that would want more too, so I see it. You will be married too, even though he said he doesn’t do any of that, I feel like you are going to have that family, I think that clearly you found the one. You just got to hold it down, I think yeah, maybe if I found the right one I would but I am over that part. Also I feel like I don’t want to love” tilting my head to the side “what? Why?” that is weird “I don’t want to be hurt Rylee, when you give that away, you open yourself up to be hurt, I don’t want it, sorry” she has a point “true” I mumbled.

Eyeing up the waiter, he is cute “mhmm how is the Fenty empire?” I asked “water for me, please” I said to the waiter “good, you know how mother is but it’s hard work. When I think about it, now I am going through this, I am thinking how did mom do it. I get why she was tired; I get why she was away for so long too, she worked hard for it. For me to get in the zone I have to live and breathe Fenty, like being off work right now I am still getting emails, I am trying to not look but it’s hard. I feel like one small wrong move then I have made her business go bad, so I do try and talk to mom but then when I do she butts in and tells me I am doing this and this wrong, and that I need to fix this so I tend to not ask her a thing. But I have been busy really, Australia is another life wow. Like it’s better than America, I have met friends. Like the group chat we have, I told them that I am with my sister on holiday, and they all want to meet you, but they are good people. I have been drunk on my days off, out clubbing but guess what? Nobody knows, so yeah. Life is better, did I show you this” Ti showed me her lock screen “awww the first time you held Aziel, that makes me happy. I love that, I love that he adores his aunties and uncles, he adores dad, but mom doesn’t spend time with him since having the baby” I said “I think we both know what mom is like, she is upset with you so yeah. Also mom is annoying, what she did with you, like she didn’t need to get involved but she did” taking in a deep breath “yep” I swear I wish I never did that with Brian; I was so stupid.

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Chapter six

Erik slowly pulled his arm from underneath Israel's head without waking her then pulled the covers up to her face, since he had it freezing in his loft.

He swung his Heavy leg over the edge of his bed and stepped on his hard wood stairs that laid up to his bed slowly so it wouldn't creek or crack. He slipped away from the comfort of his bed and made it out of his room without a sound. Even though the sounds of his bare feet slapping against the floor in the hallway was still heard, Israel didn't make a move.

He flicked the lights on in the kitchen, and snatched the refrigerator door open. He mostly had vegetables, fruit and water. It had been like that since He had started a healthy life style after he came back from the navy.

He grabbed his glass bottle of water and chugged it down. That early morning thrust was real. After he was done he refilled the bottle of water before putting it back in the fridge for his afternoon workout.

Erik went back into the living room and pulled his rug back to reveal his hardwood floors. He pulled one of the wooden boards up and reach up inside to grab his father's old leather Journal. It was slightly beaten up from the many years of his father using it but none the less it was still very beautiful.

his balcony doors blow open from the Wind and he pulled the cream white Curtains back and stepped out. The air was cool but not to cold.

It felt good against his skin. Over the few markings that he had on his torso- about 400 plus, all in rows around his torso. Some were still healing and sensitive.

Erik was actually still surprised that Israel's nosey ass hadn't spotted them on him yet. He knew that once she had, she will ask him a Thousand and one questions about them. And Erik wasn't really ready for that since he knew he couldn't tell her the real reason he marked himself, at least not yet.

He sat in the big chair that he had hanging to the top of his roof. It swayed from side to side when it was windy or when ever Erik sown it himself. It was soothing though. His balcony was one of the places he liked to meditate and clear his mind. He could look down below, and see businessmen in suits and looking for a taxi, and kids heading off to school with big backpack bouncing against them from running to the bus stop. It was regular city life for him.

He loved the city but hated the memories it came with. He had lost to much in it. First his mother then his father, and so many of his childhood friends had lost their lives to the city they called home. So many time had the city almost taken his life as well, from being beaten on the street by police officers, or being held at gun point at 15, by a local drug dealer that Erik had considered one of his niggas.

The city had done him so wrong but yet here he was, still living in Oakland. Just in a better spot then the apartment that he had spent ten years of his life in.

Erik sighed and sat back down and open his father book. He liked to reread it to keep him motivated and focused on his Destiny. The foreign words of his father language, that he had learned to read over the years, popped out against the old- now brownish- paper. Erik flipped to the page titled, the prince is here.

My son, my prince, my happiness have finally arrived. More Beautiful then I could ever imagine, dark brown eyes like his mother and a head full of thick black kinky hair like me.

The happiness that spread through my body the moment my eyes laid on him I knew I was in love. This was a different type of love, not like the kind of love you have for your mother or your wife it was a kind of love that only a mother or father could have for their child-

Erik read with tears beaming his eyes. Not letting them fall once. Erik slammed the book shut clenching it in his hands, as he leaned forward staring at it. It didn't make him sad, it made his angry. He was so angry at his father and it confused him so deeply since he knew his father had no control over what happened to him.

Maybe it wasn't anger towards his father, but pain that he turned into anger like he always did. And he was tired of it, the anger that had been building up inside him ever since he found his father dead, on his Apartment floor with panther Panther claw marks in his chest, that came from the man his father called brother.

That's where his real anger was towards, his family. Erik couldn't even call it anger, it was rage. He knew that once he met his uncle all hell was going to break loss. All the pain and rage he had inside of him was going to be released. As soon as he got to wrap his hands around T'chaka fat ass neck, and hear that satisfying crunk that came after he squeeze with all his might. And then his cousin t'challa, was next because he knew that once he killed T'chaka his son was going to go after him. But he was going to prepared.

Israel rolled over on the bed and look over the loft bed. Erik wasn't in the living room or kitchen. She had thought that maybe he had left, until she saw the balcony curtains blow up from the door being open. She smiled slightly and peeled the thick blankets back and headed down the stairs. The little cracking sounds the wooden stairs made as she tip-toed down sparked Erik's interest, he closed the opened book again, and sat it behind the pillow he had on his swinging chair.

He leaned back into the door frame and spotted Israel on the stairs with a grin on her face. "Hi." She whispered softly so her voice didn't sound raspy from not talking for hours at a time.

"You always wake up in a good mood?" He asked getting up from the balcony ground and walking up to her. She chuckled and shrugged. "When I get a good night of sleep, yeah." She said looking down at him into his eyes, that were still slightly red from earlier. Since she was about three stairs above him, She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned towards him. "Um...Thank you for last night, I had fun. It was the first time in a long time that I have felt like someone actually wanted to hang and spend time with me..." she admitted, looking down at his chest as she fiddled with his shirt. He rested his hands on her waist and squeezed lightly. "You don't have to thank me princess, I enjoy hanging wit' you." He spoke softly, brushing her face with his knuckles. Slightly pushing her face to the side.

Her gut felt bubbly with happiness, and her cheeks were starting to hurt with how hard she was smiling. And Erik only made it harder for her to stop from the way he was looking at her.

That look he gave her. The one were he would title his head like a puppy and lick his lips while keeping Direct eye contact.

The thigh clenching look if you will.

"You hungry?" He asked, picking her up and swinging her off the stairs to the bottom. "No not really, I don't like to eat breakfast that much because I'm never that hungry." She said sitting at the kitchen counter. His eyes raised and he turned to her.

"You gotta eat breakfast Israel, that's the most important meal of the day." She rolled her eyes because she had heard it so many time before from her mother. "I know I just don't like breakfast-"

"I'm making you breakfast, and you gon' eat it." Erik said turning around to the refrigerator to grab the stuff he needed.

And A word wasn't said as Erik handed Israel the plate of two prices of Turkey bacon one pancake, and a small glass of a mango kiwi and strawberry smoothie that he sweetened with orange juice.

He tried not to give her much but she still felt like it was to much food for right now. It he gave it to her at like 12 am in the afternoon she would most likely still be hungry afterwards.

She stared at the plate and then back at Erik, a pout on her lips. He nodded his head, as if telling her to go ahead and start eating. She sighed and grabbed a fork and began to eat, Erik as well. But his plate was stuffed. Three pancakes, three prices of bacon, and the rest of the plate was taken up by the four scrambled eggs. He was a big boy and needed all the food he could get.

"Is it good?" He asked, month full of food.

"Yeah, it's good even though your Force feeding me it." She chuckled taking another small bite. Erik gave her a close month smile, chewing his bacon aggressively.

"You'll get used to it, eventually your body will want to eat in the morning, anyway your parents call you yet?" She shook her head, taking a sip of her smoothie. "No, I don't know what's going on but hopefully my mother calls soon to fill me in and let me know they made it there safe." She said her thoughts wondering off a bit.

After they were done eating Erik decided he wanted to workout at his favorite boxing gym. So they both got dressed quickly, Israel just put on a white oversized t-shirt and a pair of gray leggings and her white nike sneakers, while Erik wore black baseball shorts a dark gray workout shirt and black running shoes.

Once Erik grabbed his bag they were at the door and headed to the gym.

Erik turned into the parking lot Of his boxing gym named the home of Apollo Creed. Israel raised her eyebrows but she went with it. Erik opened her door while he throwing his gym bag over his shoulder. "A boxing gym?" She questioned following him inside the cold building. There was about ten different sweating men hitting at punching bags or at their couch Gloved hands.

"Yes, that's what the sign says right?" He chuckled dropping his bag on the floor. She rolled her eyes at his slick reply and plopped Down on the bench near his gym bag, "you didn't tell me it was a boxing gym but k, smart ass." She mumbled, watching him watch her while he put on the thin black gloves that fighters put on before the actual boxing gloves. He was clearly not new at this because he wasn't paying much attention to his movements, he was staring at Israel. Something she had noticed he tends to do a lot. But they were even because she caught herself staring at him today more times then she'll like to amid.

"Come on," he smiled pulling her across the gym catching some of the busy men eyes, there was a couple of "damn Erik who dis?" And "this yo new girl?" Erik only grinned, winking at them. While Israel tried to hide herself behind him. Erik noticed and chuckled softly before hugging her to his side.

"You bout to get a couple of boxing lessons for free, by thee Erik Stevens." He sang playfully making her crack a smile. He turned around to look in the big box of gloves and found some pink ones from the little 15 year old girl that used to box here. They looked like they could fit. "Come here, gimme your hand." She slide both her hands in the glove and smiled at how cute they looked on her. "Tiny ass hands," Erik mumbled jokily making her roll her eyes and giggle. "Big ass hands...hulk smash face ass 'I'm Wreck-It' neck ass-" She shot back. he laughed loudly throwing his head back before telling her to "shut the hell up before I knock you out." She just rolled her eyes.

" Ok we're gonna start with a simple, 1,2." He explained taking jabs at the air, making his Biceps and man Titties bounce, In the form fitted workout shirt he changed into in the car. She copied the simple move but aiming at his hands this time. "Ok we gonna do that same move but with a duck added to it," he beamed, excited that she was catching on so soon. "Hit, hit, duck." She moved fast dodging his hand. "This is kinda fun but-" Israel began but was cut short by a high pitched voice and a light skin girl with long loss curls came walking to Erik.

"Erik?! Is that you?!? I haven't seen you in so long," she was so tall that she was almost Erik's height. Israel felt like a child standing next to them.

"This is my homegirl from back in the day, Erie." Israel smiled and waved shyly. "Aw is this your little sister?" Erie smiled sarcastically bending down a bit sticking her hand out for Israel to shake, Israel's smile dropped and things got awkward quickly when Israel didn't grab her hand and only stared at the girl.

"Um Nah this is a good friend of mine, but uh it was nice seeing you Erie." Erik chuckled while dismissing the girl trying to hold in his laughter.

"Oh...well I'll see you later I guess, you should Dm some Time so we can really catch up without..." She tailed off glancing at Israel before smirking at Erik and walking off, making sure to make her ass bounce with every step she took. Israel tore her eyes from her and rolled them. While Erik was busy starring at her ass Israel began to take her gloves off, using her teeth to undo the Velcro on her gloves. The tearing sound brought Erik's attention back to Israel. "What are you doing we still-"

"I'm not really feeling it anymore plus my arms are already getting tired." She huffed swinging her arms back and fourth trying to shake the 'soreness' out of them. Erik mumbled a "yeah already." knowing why she wasn't really feeling it anymore, he left her to sit on the ground while he went and found his trainer, RJ. Erik had been working with Him since he was 15, RJ was one of the only people that Erik felt like care for him when he was Foster care. RJ had found Erik fighting a boy a little older then him outside of a gas station and praised him for how good of a fight was and encouraged him to get into. Erik was definitely hesitant about it at first but RJ eventually convince Erik to do it especially since he was going to be training him for free. It was a way for Erik to blow off some steam with all the Pent up anger he had for the world, RJ was just happy to keep him off the streets. He knew the kid was A genius, he was too smart to end up in jail or dead.

It had been two hours since Erik had been training and two hours since Israel been sitting on the hard floor but she barely noticed the numbness in her butt and legs because she was to busy drooling over Erik's delicious body, it was shiny in sweat and his movements were Swift and fast. The faster he hit the punching bag the more his muscles jumped and bounced, Israel don't know how many she licked her lips or clinched her thighs together but she knew her lips were going to be raw and she would have to take a shower as soon as she got home, she didn't care though it was Worth it. She'll sit here all day and night if that meant she could watch him. She wasn't the only one enjoying this whole situation so was Erik. he knew she was watching his every move, she tried to act like she wasn't but she made it very obvious that she was checking him out, but he liked the attention. He liked how easily he can drawl women's attention without even trying. He had her eyes glued to him, not only hers but Erie's too. He caught her staring at him multiple times but instead of scaring away whenever he caught her she locked eyes with him, giving him very seductive look. Erik only chuckled at her Poor attempt and backed over to Israel to grab his ice cold water bottle. Her breath hitched as he reached over her, his hot body almost pressing against her. The scent of his sweat and actual body odor mix with his deodorant made her mouth water. She wanted so badly to reach up and touch his torso but held herself back, sparing herself the embarrassment of rejection. "Are you done?" "Yeah Come on someone wants to meet you before we leave," he said grabbing her hand to help her off the ground. The feeling in her legs started to come back finally as she made her way over to the punching bag. "Israel this my nigga RJ, we go way back." RJ smile brightly at the girl and extended his hand out to her. "Nice to meet you." She beamed at the handsome older man, holding his hand longer then she intended to. RJ didn't mind at all though. They both broke apart when Erik cleared his throat real obnoxiously eyeing the both of them like they stole something from him. "Nigga Y'all tryin' fuck later or what? The fuck." Erik hissed bluntly more so towards RJ, he was way to old to be looking at Israel any type way. He was in his early 40s and Israel was in her late teens, that shit didn't really sit right with Erik. Israel became tense and RJ just dismissed Erik's out burst rolling his eyes and punching him In the arm with the foam glove.

"Shut yo dumb ass up Erik, anyway it I was just trying to see what your name was and shit for later..." Erik's face scrunch up in discussed as he pulled Israel behind his back. "Nigga you old as dirt still trying to flirt with young girls....grow up." Erik chuckled grabbing his bag and Israel's hand pulling her behind him. "Ok and? I'm aging like fine wine, ain't that right baby girl?" He raised a eyebrow at Israel making her turn her face away to hide her smile from the both of them knowing that they'll probably just clown her. "More like milk, anyway I'll see yo old ass later." Erik dabbed him up and left making sure Israel was right behind him. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, putting her Seatbelt on without him having to tell her too this time. Erik got in next making the car bounce a little from how big he was. "Don't pay that old ass nigga no attention, he do that to all the girls that come in to the gym. He swear he's charming-"

"Welllllll......" Israel tailed off

"Woooooow....." was all Erik said before slumping down into his seat. "He fine." Israel laughed widely shrugged her shoulders. "Hell Nah He could be your dad or some shit he's like that old ass uncle at the cookout that get drunk before the party even start." Israel giggled wildly because she does really have a uncle that showed up to the family events already drunk. After their laughter died down things got quite. Like it always seemed to happen when they were by their selves. It wasn't necessarily a awkward Silent just a little uncomfortable, the type when you don't know what Else to say to keep the conversation going but Israel still enjoyed his company.

It was nice finally being around a man, it felt familiar to her. She was always only around boys and men growing up most of the time since she had no younger or older sister in the house, plus the girls that she did have In her family like her aunts and older female cousins were rude and bitchy for no reason so she stuck with just hanging around the boys. it was what she was used to and most comfortable with.

Erik's deep voice shook her out of her train of thought and now her eyes were staring into his trying to focus on what he was talking about. "Huh?" She said trying to process what he said. "I'm gonna drop you off at home."

She pouted and huffed out her breath before mumbling "I don't want to go home, why can't I just stay with you?" Erik chuckled dryly. "Because I got other shit to do Israel." The sternness in his voice jumped out and Israel was just about to let her bratty personality show but quickly caught herself.

She was really quite the rest of the ride this time, extremely quite. Erik only chuckled at her for being mad that she was going home instead of with him, but he didn't give a fuck. He had other shit to do like he said.

"So you not gon' talk?" She shrugged before turning on the radio. Erik turned it off. "Don't touch my radio, answer my question."

"What?" She asked as if she didn't hear him the first time round. "You wanna stay with me?" She nodded with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted. Almost.

"Mm." He hummed pulling up to her house. She pouted And huffed, annoyed with him playing with her. "Whatever." She snapped before grabbing her phone out of his lap and slamming his car door shut. She heard Erik's annoying laugh loud and clear as she stomped her way up the steps to her door. Erik's slowly pulled away making sure she got in safely and when she did he speed away.

Soon as he stopped at a red light he grabbed his phone and went to his new contact: Israel (with the pleading face emoji) since it described her best. His fingers work at the speed of light as he tried to send the text before the lights turn green.

Good night, princess. Imma see you soon so you don't gotta pout and shit alright? He sent and almost instantly she read it. The gray dots appeared and vanished then reappeared and then her rely popped on his screen. Ok :) it was simple but it made him smile.

He almost sent her a text back but decided to just leave it at that. She was happy and fine now so there was no need to reply back.

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Frenzied cheers buzzed throughout the raving auditorium, the basketball’s reverberating bounces against the slick court floor adding onto the thrill. This match was nothing but hyped, but in a good way so.

The sports chants of the college goers sounded rather foreign to you, since it wasn’t like you attended Stohess University anyway. The fellow audience around you were at the edge of their seats, hailing their team’s basketball players as the raving shouts began to sound borderline intoxicating. So much so that you couldn’t help but clap along to another school’s anthem.

“Havin’ fun?” Marco questions, the corners of his mouth upturned into a smile that showcased his quirky dimples. You beamed right back at the freckled male, plush lips curved into a grin of your own.

It all seemed trivial, just a friendly collegiate basketball match that your friends Jean and Marco had invited you to free of charge, but it was all the break you needed from your own studies and more.

“Hell yeah I am,” you chuckled in reply, “but you know what’d make it better?”

His doe brown eyes flitted between you and the vibrant box of candy in hand, which was seemingly low in supply after you and him dipped your hands in for a bite a countless number of times.

“A refill on these, yeah?” His claims were just as what you were thinking, earning your brief nod of agreement. Marco subtly shook the snackbox within his hold, the spare pieces left beginning to rattle around with the motion.

“You read my mind, Coco,” you grinned, rising up from your reserved seat with spare cash stuffed into your back pocket. “I’ll be right back, ‘aight?” He sends you a brief smile in compliance.

“Get the sour patch this time!”

“You got sour patch money..?”

He pursed his lips momentarily, unsure as to whether you had been joking or not. “M’just messing ‘round with you, Coco,” you snickered with a teasing grin, slipping a hand into your pocket to retrieve the few bucks. “It’s on me.” Was all you said before making your way through the crowded stands, descending down stair after stair.

“It’s only the first game of the season, and our pride and joy, the Stohess Scouts, are already dominating tonight’s guest competitors!” the commentator boomed through the mic, their voice adding onto the various noises that filled the gymnasium. “We’re calling for a halftime, but let’s keep our fingers crossed that Kirschtein can pull through with a fair amount of two-pointers by the upcoming final quarter—“

The mentioned name of your close friend makes you beam with pride, content that your Jeanie was the star of the show. You set eyes on the brunette from where you stood, who was now making his way to the sidelines for a desperately needed and duly earned swig of water, his light brown hair in a disarray of stray strands fraying out from underneath the simple hairband you’d given him a while back.

You eagerly began to flit down the stands to reach him, striding past the poor row of benched players, from the injured to the water boy.

Jean eventually takes notice of your arrival and instantly beams, subtle puffs of air leaving his agape lips after all the running and dribbling and such that came with game day.

The first thing you do is taunt upon your arrival,“Y’all had better win, Jeanie.”

As always, Jean only smirks. “You doubting that I won’t bring that trophy home, Pookie?” you playfully grimaced and let out a stifled laugh over the somewhat embarrassing nickname— one that you made up when the pair of you were seven, and it's the same one that he’s been holding onto for all these years, even at nineteen.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said you aren’t lookin’ pretty damn promising out there,” your reply is genuine, the soft grin that you display causing Jean to display one of his own. It was an affable, never ending cycle— you’d tease and he’d do it right back, until the both of you would laugh over it and depart with a brief smile.

“M’getting snacks, I’ll be back before the breaktime ends, okay?” Kirschtein briefly nods in compliance, sending a few adjusting tugs to the white basketball sleeve hugging his bicep before departing with the sharp squeak of his shoes sprinting against the court floor.

Once again, you find yourself strolling past every individual seated on the benches. You’re speed-walking alongside them, anticipating to retrieve a couple snacks for you and Marco, until something— Someone catches your eye.

It was brisk and almost too sudden, but flashes of green meet your line of vision. You managed to make out the blur of thick brows, long dark hair having been thrown into the messiest attempted bun, a modest, charming smile, and a pair of turquoise irises that seemingly peered into your own with an intensity that made you take it personal. Yet, you hardly even caught a good glimpse of their face, whoever they were.

You passed by said person a good thirty seconds ago, already pushing your way past the double doors and over to the vending machines stationed along the semi-populated hallway, but that striking gaze was still heavily implanted within your mind.

Hazy green-grey eyes, you recalled, accompanied with them shooting you the briefest grin just as you whisked by. Though, as recent as it was, that was all in the past now.

You glance around to see a decent handful of people here to buy food of their own, being perched at other vending machines. The snack-wielding contrivance before you isn't drawing much attention and doesn’t have an awaiting crowd standing around for a bag of potato chips, so you withdraw the dollars from your back pocket and attempt to straighten them out a bit before inserting them into the slot.

“Wow,”

This sudden breathy gasp from a “random whoever” is something that you take notice of, but it isn’t enough to rip your attention away from your scavenge for Marco’s sour patch. To their dismay, you do nothing but continue with what you came to do. In your opinion, whoever that was had been getting a bit too close for comfort..

Albeit the evident way you choose to ignore, another whistle resounds, along with an unpleasantly suggestive hum. It sounds somewhat louder, and it seems much closer than before. You can’t help but tear your gaze away from slot E7 and look up, since it seems so directed towards you.

You've hardly turned around before being met with the abrupt presence of a stranger uninvitingly looming beside you, the man’s beaming grin seeming sickeningly sweet. Almost too approachable.

“Oh, I’m sorry to pop up out of the blue,” his apologies come out within a chuckle, and as inviting as he attempts to seem, your brows only furrow. “—but you really caught my attention!” He was greatly unfamiliar to you, some white male around your age with shaggy auburn hair and chestnut colored eyes in contrast. Despite his subtle charm, you weren't growing a liking to him and his stupid little smile.

“Oh,” You muse with a dull hum, pursing your glossed lips before releasing them with a slight pop, “Did I really?” His nod is too enthusiastic, and you hardly try to cover up the mug-like expression that overtook your features, eyes grazing across his plain face uninterestedly. You promptly slide the dollars right back into your pocket, “Nice to know. Can you mind your own now?”

“Wait! I'm not meaning to be a bother, but.. I don’t see girls like you around much..” You're instantly encased with a shiver of deep cringe, one that annoyingly scurries up your spine and makes your lip twitch into a vexed glower.

You emitted the most exaggerated huff, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, all the while glancing at the sheen glass of the vending machine to see your own reflection. It was plastered all across your face, yet this dense-ass man still couldn't get it; you were pissed-off.

Great. You internally groan, Another snow roach who thinks I’m exotic.

“I really appreciate how different you look,” Was he really still rambling on, despite knowing damn well that you were growing uncomfortable? Or maybe, he was just an utter dumbass and couldn't take the painfully obvious hints.

“You wanna know what I’d appreciate, hm?” You say sharply, taking a swift inhale through your nose, “If you left me alone.”

Your smooth, placid voice was the first thing that Eren heard when he trotted into the hallway, that of which sounded dulcet and intriguingly accentuated, but more annoyed than anything else. He turns the corner and is met with the sight of a bastard that looked too smug for his own good, and a girl, such a pretty girl, whose melanated skin even found a way to gleam under the shitty fluorescent school lights.

It then clicks in Eren’s mind, briefly but distinctively. You were the person who'd strolled by the bench that he was sitting on earlier. You were also the same one who did a double take upon seeing him, glancing once— No, twice, with those captivating eyes of yours. He remembered the way his leg started to bop along the floor with a newfound excitement that he just couldn't place. Though, more than anything else, Eren recalled that he did the exact same; hold his gaze and grin at the sight of you.

“Ah, but you can spare me a minute more, can’t you?” You respond with the swift roll of your eyes, eliciting an exasperated groan, “Nigga, I said bye.” Eren’s thick, neat brows falter into a furrowed position, looking upon the scenario that was being splayed out before him, which everyone else in that hall was seemingly content with ignoring. It couldn't have only been him that saw that this bastard was relentlessly bothering you, could it?

“Woah, no need to get aggressive,” Eren’s expression contorts into a grimace upon hearing every little word, the tips of his ears red with brewing rage. Despite his matured will to control his daily outburst of emotions, it was safe to say that he'd never exactly gotten past his trial of anger issues since he was a kid.

“Listen, this is my nice way of tellin’ you to fuck off, but I can get aggressive if you want.” Your offer sounds downright threatening, “Do you really want that?”

You’re snappy and direct, and Eren can't deny that he likes that. Though, as much as he's growing fond of your strong will and defensiveness, he knows he can't stand idly by all day, he just can't. Besides, everyone knew well— It was practically Eren Jaeger’s forte to intervene.

The green eyed male eventually begins to make his way towards the scene in the form of subtle limps, being cautious of his ankle sprain as he grows closer, which was the reasoning behind him being benched in the first place.

You were much too preoccupied with that cheeky, unrelenting bastard to notice the way that Eren was gradually coming over, anyway. What could he say? He was a fan of the element of surprise.

You halt in the middle of your opposing rant, growing aware of another’s emerging presence. You're yet again bombarded with somebody else making their way beside you with an act of stealth that you were unknowingly soon to be thankful of.

Before you get the chance to merely peer in their direction, tall, a long haired male clad in the black and grey Stohess basketball uniform is towering alongside you, his toned, burly arm slinking around your shoulder.

This sudden proximity leaves your head spinning in the best way possible, and how could it not? You don’t know a single thing about this alluring stranger, but he’s close, so close, and it gets your heart and mind racing miles in a minute. You were subtly, but instantly enraptured once the weight of his arm rests comfortably upon you.

Eren doesn’t pay the confused male not one glance, but instead tends to you and your own state of delighted shock. “Play it cool, alright? I wanna help.” Your breath instinctively hitches once he leans down to ease out his whispered plan into your ear, flashing you a consoling half smile.

You return a brief nod before dragging your eyes along the male’s face, which looks so much better up close. Your interpretation of his image was more literal and precise than you thought to be; The dark, long tresses that had been pulled back with the aid of a thin elastic scrunchie, his expressively thick brows, pink lips that upturned into a supportive smirk, and those sea-green eyes that left you feeling weak right in the knees.

Albeit Eren’s prior grin, he eventually turns his attention towards the unrelenting man for a second or two. In that moment, his expression speedily grew all the more intense, practically sharper than before, and contorted into something of a scowl. Although, you can tell he’s trying so hard to channel his temper and mask away his revulsion.

“I’ve been, ah.. waiting for you to come back to your seat!” Eren begins to improvise, flashing you a subtle gleam that made it seem as though the pair of you were familiar with each other. “S’been a while since then."

He purses his lips within a pause, nimble fingers draping along your shoulder before shooting you a reassuring squeeze, "Is it ‘cause this bastard is keeping you occupied? He’s bothering you, isn't he?”

You're damn near close to stammering over the words that were bound to leave your mouth. Though, it doesn't take much for you to regain yourself. Your lips fall slightly agape all the while you briskly dragged your line of vision along his charming features, but your response follows after in a quick manner. It was just that you couldn't help how his unnerving gaze left you mesmerized.

“—Yes. Yes he is.” You hum, accompanying the claim with your hands crossing over your chest as you leaned into his grasp, in an attempt to appear convincing. Your confession sounded assured and stern, which was the complete opposite of how girls would act around him.

Eren knew well of the doting effect that he had on females— It was hard to forget when he’d merely ask for a spare pencil and wind up with an unasked phone number in return. Though, he admired the way you saw him as any other person and played along so well.

The brown-haired male scornfully laughs, and just the sound of him leaves you feeling uncomfy, “Whaddya' mean? We were just having a small chat, isn't that right?” Your contorted expression is full-fledged disrespectful, and Eren has to stifle his chuckle over your unsmiling glare and scrunched up nose. Damn, were you entertaining.

“Small chat, huh? Well, it was real one sided..” You voice out an irked murmur, “You're over exaggerating, you just haven’t warmed up to me yet—”

“If I didn’t know any better,” Eren makes a very much intended interruption, “I’d say that she doesn’t want to mingle with a sorry bastard that should leave her alone already.” You note at the subtle flex of Eren’s clenching jaw, signifying the way his already weary patience was running rather thin.

“Bastard—? Wait, who even are you?”

“Who am I, huh?” scoffs the green eyed male alongside you, a twinge of drawled hesitance in his voice. Eren pauses momentarily, only now beginning to realize that his little hero act wasn’t as planned out as he thought to be.

What could he say that would be persuasive enough to get this sorry fucker to leave you alone other than throwing fists unnecessarily? Jaeger’s emerald-hued eyes eventually light up in the dawn of an idea. One that he’s somewhat unsure of, but it’s much better than nothing.

Besides, this plan of his had been set in stone by the very moment he had draped his bare arm around you and shot you that all-too-suggestive smile, so he might as well finish what he started.

Eren’s touch trails downwards swiftly, spreading riveting tingles from your shoulder down to your forearm, then along your wrist, and even past there. His hand is now encasing the left side of your hip as his lithe fingers press into the curve of your supple waist. He takes a light inhale, giving you a light squeeze with his large palm, as though signaling for you to brace yourself over what he was bound to say.

“—I'm her boyfriend.”

—𝑭𝑰𝑵.

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