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Kingdom Come

Erik Killmonger x Reader

Warnings: DUB-CON (bordering Non-Con), mentions of toxic relationship, stalking, implied kidnapping

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summary: You left Erik once, and he goes above and beyond to ensure that doesn't happen again.

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The sound of the ocean waves—something that took a lot of getting used to at first—were now the driving force behind your calm moods these days. Another nightmare had forced you to wake up drenched in sweat, and the only reason you’d been able to slow your breathing was because of the familiar whoosh of ocean water outside of your window.

You didn’t grow up by the water—wasn’t raised anywhere near it—and that sound quickly reminded you that you were far away from home, far away from anywhere familiar, and it filled you with relief. You now spent your days somewhere you would’ve once never considered living, and that was good because it meant no one from your former life would consider it a place for you to live either.

…and they wouldn’t come looking.

You watched the tea kettle heat up with your back pressed to the counter, arms crossed over your chest. Your satin robe stuck to your skin from the thin layer of sweat that still clung to it. Your heart had long stopped racing, but despite that, goosebumps still littered your arms, and you rubbed your hands up and down them. Despite how safe your mind assured you that you were, your body just refused to agree.

The low lighting in the kitchen was the only warm glow that filled the modest house, and you rubbed your head as you turned to get a mug. When you briefly closed your eyes, dark ones appeared in your mind, and you wondered when—after two years—you’d finally stop conjuring him up.

The face belonging to Erik Stevens was one you hadn’t seen in years, but that name was one you never not thought about. Not only had he been a part of your life for too long to just forget him, but the lasting impact he left made him impossible to ignore. You were literally hiding out in a foreign country under a different name surrounded by people you didn’t know because of that man.

There were days where you cursed yourself for ever getting involved with him—recalling your initial thoughts of him and how he looked like trouble—but Erik had a charm that was hard to resist. With a pretty face framed by locs and gold that winked at you whenever he smiled, he wasn’t the kind of man you’d ever be brave enough to bring home, and you had long reluctantly admitted the part that played in his appeal.

He was kind of dangerous…and you’d liked that.

Until it wasn’t random men on the street he was threatening…but you.

The whistle of the kettle pulled you from your thoughts, and you jumped at the sound. You ignored how your hands shook as you poured yourself a cup of tea, exhaling an uneven breath with thoughts of your ex boyfriend on the brain. You never thought that sleeping with the guy who was just way out of your league would change the trajectory of your life. You thought it’d make for a good story to tell to your friends and maybe even a niece or two one day.

You didn’t think that he’d keep coming back, knocking on your apartment door throughout all hours of the night, that plump bottom lip jutted out as you attempted to put your foot down—something something boundaries and respect and all that jazz. The brown-skinned man would slowly blink at you, silently telling you that he wasn’t hearing a word you were saying. The corner of his lips would quirk up into that haughty smirk—something only worn by a man who knew he was going to get what he wanted—and he’d push himself off of the wall, straightening to his full height.

“So you want me to leave?”

The question never sounded sincere, because it wasn’t, and Erik would look down his nose at you while you shuffled your feet, one hand still on the door as you fought with yourself over whether or not to close it in his face. It was useless though because you never not let him in.

You never not took a step back and watched him stride through your door like he owned the place and you with it. You never not watched him peel his jacket off, your own arms crossed over your chest as you committed to being angry for far longer than you actually were. It made you feel like less of a weak willed woman. That too was useless though because its not like you ever stopped him when he turned to you and pulled you closer.

It did no good pretending to be mad when the night always ended the same way.

Erik with his arms around your waist and you with your legs around his.

He was always gone in the morning, until the day he wasn’t, and you couldn’t find it in you to be upset about him sticking around. You actually kind of liked it, and that had scared you. He wasn’t supposed to be there in the mornings, and you weren’t supposed to be asking him if he wanted anything as you stood by the stove. Erik Stevens was not boyfriend material, and yet…

That’s what he became.

Even now, years later, you still weren’t quite sure how that even happened. You didn’t know how you ended up sharing an apartment and picking things up at the store for him and sinking into the warm scented bath water he’d draw for you. You didn’t know how you ended up obeying whenever he’d look at you with those dark eyes before softly demanding a kiss. You didn’t know how you’d started letting him circle his hand around your neck while he was fucking you, pulling words and promises out of you that you’d never say in any other circumstance.

It was something you still couldn’t make sense of, and you desperately needed to if you ever wanted to prevent it from happening again.

“Erik Stevens isn’t your average man off the street…”

That was what they told you when they sat you down in some room that was too bright only hours after showing up at your doorstep. All of it had been too much information to fully retain, but you’d processed the important parts. Erik was military—a SEAL to be more exact—and not just a SEAL but also the kind of man who occasionally dropped off the face of the earth to take out important people. It was a nice way of calling him an assassin, and you remembered how sick you’d felt sitting in that chair, recalling the feel of running your fingers over every raised abrasion along his skin whenever he had his hands on you.

“Is this some frat thing I just haven’t heard of?” you’d jokingly wondered one day.

Erik had simply turned to look at you, a hint of a smile on his lips and a hidden joke in his gaze.

“Nah,” he’d drawled. ��They just represent something important to me. Milestones I guess you could say.”

Your determination to be open minded had you relaxing in the arms of a killer—a proud one who wore the name KIllmonger with no shame.

Even still, you hadn’t understood what any of that had to do with you. At that point, you and Erik had been broken up for months, something that hadn’t been easy for you to do. Not just because some part of you still wanted him at the end, but also because a huge part of you was terrified of him. You hadn’t realized that his anger and possessiveness were low on the list of reasons why you should be afraid of him.

“This man is dangerous…and the way you parted ways was…less than amicable to say the least…”

You still hadn’t put the pieces together.

“...and the U.S Government is unable to locate him.”

Winding up in something akin to witness protection because the U.S Government had lost one of their own best ‘assets’ had not been something you ever saw for yourself. To this day, you wondered why the one questionable guy you took a chance on turned out to be far more than just the average jealous asshole.

As you sipped your tea, you thought about the last time you were with him, the way your voice trembled as you stood up to him, telling him it was over. You rubbed your arm, recalling the tight grip he had on it, his voice cold and clipped as he asked you if you realized what you were saying.

“You wanna leave me?” he’d asked, head dipped and brows raised like he wanted to make sure you knew that was what you wanted to do.

You could see then that he’d wanted to fight you on it—probably wanted to do a whole lot more than that—but no one had been more shocked than you when he simply let you go with a soft “a’ight” before gesturing to the door. Everything you wanted to take had been removed while he was out, and you’d been surprised at how sad you weren’t to glance around at the apartment now empty of your stuff.

That was the last time you’d been face to face with Erik Stevens.

Until now.

When the cup that was once in your hands shattered against the floor, you paid no mind to the slight sting of hot tea and ceramic shards hitting your bare feet. Your attempt to turn and leave the kitchen had been thwarted, a tall and broad figure standing just before you in the entrance. The sight of the shadowy figure made your heart drop and your blood run cold. The only light from the kitchen wasn’t enough to reveal him completely, but you’d always been able to recognize him in the dark.

He enjoyed scaring you.

For the first time in your life, your mind went blank, finally understanding that phrase as your lips parted. No sound came out—from neither you or him—and you were sure that the sight of you two just standing in the dark and staring at each other would’ve been comical if you weren’t terrified out of your mind. The figure finally moved to tilt his head, his only movement as it leaned to the left just a tad, and the angle made the light glint off of his eyes in a way that made your stomach churn.

You were quick to search for the big light.

You sharply inhaled at the sight of him, confirming what you already knew. He looked the same and different all at once. He was still handsome and tall and wore that expression like you were just so silly to him. However, his hair was longer and the bands of muscle that were his arms were thicker, and he stood with an assuredness that you didn’t like, at all. The flashy gold tooth necklace resting on his collarbone caught the light, and your eyes were briefly drawn to it.

You traced it, a frown taking residence on your face as your gaze kept going. The casual clothes you were used to seeing him in were nowhere in sight, and you took note of the dark attire he was wearing and its patterns. He looked nice—regal one might say—and you swallowed, a very bad feeling festering deep in your stomach.

“What? You got nothing to say to me?”

Hearing his voice for the first time in years brought up a whole lot of emotions you’d tried and failed to bury. You were reminded of his voice in your ear as he woke you up in the mornings or even when he was whispering the filthiest of things against your skin as he kissed his way down it. But you also remembered the angry tone of it when he was interrogating you about some guy who’d waved at you or was questioning your feelings for him.

You remembered loving him and craving him…but you also remembered how terrified he made you feel.

At that, you took a step back—almost dazed—and the man before you kissed his teeth.

“You still on that bullshit, huh.”

Those words—filled with so much dismissal and arrogance—finally made you find your voice.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, your question coming out choked. “How did…?”

When Erik finally moved, half of him was bathed in the shadows from the rest of the house, and the kitchen light hit his eye again in the way it did before. It glinted dangerously, almost like a feline if you didn’t know any better, and you took another step back. Erik followed your movements intensely, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“How…” he tested the word in his mouth, humming. “How is never as important as why.”

You weren’t amused by whatever he was playing at, and that crooked smile only grew.

“So serious,” he mocked, moving to fold his hands behind his back as he looked you up and down, and you hated the way he swiped his tongue between his lips as he did so. “You’re not glad to see me? Not even a little?”

When you said nothing, you watched him roll his eyes, shaking his head and his locs moved with the action. When his gaze met yours again, all humor had been wiped from his face. His dark eyes were intense as he stared at you, lips pressed together and chest heaving with the deep breath he took. You felt like an insolent child beneath his gaze.

“You know what I’m doing here.”

He was entirely serious, and you didn’t doubt him for a second.

“No…”

“You had to know I was never gone let you just walk away from me like that,” he continued, slowly pacing the kitchen and backing you further into a corner with every step he took.

His words brought tears to your eyes, and in this moment, you hated him. What was the point then? Why did he give you false hope that you were free from him? Was it just to fuck with you? Was it his idea of a sick joke? As if he could read your mind, he elaborated.

“I had some things to do,” he told you. “Some…business to take care of before I came back for you and …”

He shrugged like that explained everything you’d been put through because of him.

“...and now that I got my shit together…got everything I deserved, it’s only right that I come back and get you too.”

A noise of disgust left your throat before you could stop yourself, and Erik didn’t try to stop you as you hurried past him. You didn’t hear him behind you as you made your way to the door, too nervous and fearful to look over your shoulder. However, once you made it to the front door, you realized that you didn’t hear Erik after you because he wasn’t after you.

He felt no need to be…and with good reason.

The statuesque women on the other side of your door made you come up short, mouth falling open as you took them in. They were beautiful and straight-faced, heads smooth and wearing colorful attire that didn’t deviate all that much from what Erik was wearing. The long spears in their hands had you stumbling back, and so in shock, you didn’t even register that you’d stumbled right into Erik.

One of his arms snaked around you while the other gently closed the door, effectively trapping you once again.

The silence was loud, and finally, a few tears escaped.

“Earlier you started to ask how I found you…”

You felt Erik’s lips grazing your ear before moving down to brush along your neck. One hand was on your waist while the other had found a home on your arm, kneading the skin through the thin robe. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and you swore that you felt him shudder against you.

The breath you let out was shaky, more tears collecting in your eyes.

“You’d be amazed at what you can do when you’re the king of Wakanda.”

Those damning words had your knees buckling, and when you attempted to throw yourself away from him, Erik’s hold tightened. One hand had a vice grip on your wrist while the other hand snaked around your neck.

“I like to tell myself that I did this because I deserve it, because I was wronged…but that ain’t all…”

When Erik leaned in to press his lips to yours, your mind was finally at war with your heart once again. You’d forgotten what it felt like to kiss him, forgotten what he tasted like, and you couldn’t stop the sharp breath you took as he moved his mouth against yours. The hand on your neck tightened just a tad, like a chain keeping you to him, and you felt him smile into the kiss.

“I like being somebody that you can’t ever leave.”

Those words whispered into your mouth made your heart sink, and your protest was lost as he kissed you again.

You shook in his hold for varying reasons, fear above all else. Erik had his hands on you again, and he had no intention of taking them off. They pulled you and pushed you where he wanted you to be, and it seemed that he decided the couch would suffice. He wasn’t bothered by your lack of consent, and somehow that didn’t surprise you.

There’d been moments in the past when you expressed discomfort or you protested or you rejected him and for the briefest of moments, something had passed through his eyes that made you think he didn’t care. A glint in his gaze that made you think he was going to do what he wanted—take what he wanted—anyway. You’d always had a nagging feeling deep in your chest that Erik was just holding back, keeping himself in check with you because it was socially acceptable and not because he actually wanted to.

…but he was a king, now—something you believed without a doubt—and that title corrupted even the best of men…let alone a man who already wasn’t shit to begin with.

When his bare chest grazed against yours, a shudder traveled down your spine, and Erik reached under you to trace that path with his fingers. One hand was still carefully at home on your neck, and the gold fangs in his mouth winked at you in the nearly invisible lighting. When you felt those abrasions underneath your fingers—every one for a kill—it suddenly hit you that you were underneath him again and for good this time.

“You don’t know how much I missed this pussy,” he murmured into your skin, a hand tightening almost painfully on your waist just as he sank into you.

The feel of his cock stretching you out had your back arching, chest pushing up against his. It hadn’t been just years without sex with Erik but years without sex altogether. Part of it was because you still had some lingering loyalty to the man between your legs, telling yourself he’d somehow know and find you—despite the fact that you weren’t his anymore—and part of it was because he’d simply ruined you for any other man. Either way, it all came back to Erik.

You couldn’t stop the strained gasps that left your lips, the slight sting and dull ache from the stretch making you dig your nails into his skin. This was not what you wanted, but you swore that Erik was stronger now than he ever had been before. The feel of him thrusting himself into you reminded you of all the hours you’d spent wrapped up in each other when things were still good between you. Hell, even when they weren’t, it wasn’t uncommon for an argument to end in you bent over the kitchen counter with Erik’s pelvis pressing against you.

He had a way of controlling a situation, steering it in whatever direction he wanted it to go.

Like now.

How was it that you go into hiding to remain safe from this man only to wind up at his mercy yet again? It was unfair, and you couldn’t stop trembling as you pushed against his chest.

“Erik…”

Your words died on your lips when he shushed you, his locs brushing against your skin as he nipped at your neck and then your shoulder and finally your chest. The light moan you let out was involuntary, and you hated that smug chuckle that escaped his lips.

“You always try to act so tough and shit…but we both know once I get my hands on you…”

Anger bubbled up within you at his words, and you couldn’t resist slapping him. Before where that might’ve pissed him off, Erik only smiled in your face. Taking your hand, he held it tight before pinning it against your stomach, and he looked down, briefly distracted by the sight of his cock disappearing into you. He slowed his thrusts down, and the change in pace almost made you roll your eyes.

“You gone love Wakanda, baby,” he said to you, lips meeting your skin again. “The most beautiful sunsets…”

He nipped at your shoulder.

“...anything you could ever want…”

Another kiss to your lips.

“...and guards to watch your every move.”

His nose touched yours as he said that, and you felt him reach down to hook his arm under your leg. You hissed, feeling him even deeper into your gut as he bent your leg back. Erik didn’t take his eyes off of you as he fucked you, hips meeting yours and the wet sound of his cock dipping into you reaching your ears.

“I came back just for you,” he darkly told you, completely ignoring your hand pushing at his stomach. “...because what kind of king would I be with no queen at my side?”

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ilovehatembj · 6 months ago

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my goal for 2025 is small simple and clear: change my whole entire life

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ilovehatembj · 7 months ago

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Hey bbz, for the "three words prompt"

Interruption, bed, pillow talk with Velasco

(I miss his floofy hair 😭)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @storiesofsvu @rosaliedepp

You’re in the throes of passion when Joe’s phone rings. Your nails are raking down his back because he has you right there on the precipice of pleasure, when he picks the damn thing up.

“Velasco.” He mumbles, stilling his hips as he keeps himself buried deep in your cunt.

You whine at the lack of motion and he places two fingers over your lips to silence you as he listens to the voice on the other end of the line. You bite the tips of his fingers in response and Joe’s eyes almost roll back into his head as you suck them into your mouth before grinding down against his cock.

“I’ll be right down.” He mutters into the phone before he tosses it back down onto the nightstand and looks at you apologetically. “I have to go.”

“Right now?” You ask and Joe sighs, pulling out because he’s already starting to soften due to the change of mood.

“I don’t mean to leave you hanging.” He tells you earnestly. “But there’s been a break in the case and Bruno’s downstairs waiting for me. If we don’t get this guy now…”

“Sure, yea I get it.” You say collapsing back onto the pillows and staring up at the ceiling.

He can tell you’re frustrated, he is too. It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve had the night off together, it was supposed to be a chance for the two of you to reconnect and now he has to leave too track down some asshole in another borough.

“You can stay…” he begins but you’re already shaking your head as you slip out of his sheets on the opposite side of the bed.

“No point if there no one to make pillow talk with.” You tell him, your voice tight as you tug your jeans up over your ass.

“Alright.” Joe concedes, pulling on his t-shirt before he reaches for his underwear. “I can stop by in the morning…”

“I’m on the early shift.” You remind him despondly as you gather up your own badge, gun and phone from the nightstand.

“Look, I’ll call you when I…”

The door slams and Joe knows you’re already hurtling down the stairs to get away from him. This is what happens when you get hurt or overwhelmed, you bolt and Joe he doesn’t have the time right now to go after you, to make things right.

“Fuck.” He mutters as Bruno’s ring tone cuts through the air, summoning him once more.

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ilovehatembj · 2 years ago

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If I got back to writing, do we still tag people or no…..? Working on something OVO inspired not revolved around drake if that’s interesting, may not even actually mention the actual OVO?

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ilovehatembj · 4 years ago

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Man Up 4.5

You instantly panicked.You were frozen, Not because you were scared, but because you were embarrassed. Who would have done this to you in front of your fans? In public where you were most comfortable.

“Jade! Jade!” You were pulled out of your blank thoughts by your manager Yolanda tugging on your shoulder calling your name. “Who’s it from?” “I-I don’t know she didn’t tell me and I haven’t opened it yet” “Okay well lets get you to the car and out of here. We’ll open it in the car, there’s at least two people in here recording you”

Once you and Yolanda got into the car you ripped open the envelope and looked at the first page of the thick packet. It read:

“Jade Chanel Wright you are being sued by Michael Bakari Jordan for issues as a result of defamation on your part”

That bitch ass nigga! You thought to yourself. “Jade, what financial opportunities have you prevented him from?” “Yolanda I don’t know what he’s talking about” “Jade don’t lie to me. We can’t fix this if I don’t know what I’m fixing” “Look, when we broke up I called Puff and Snoop and basically everyone who’s loyal to me about us breaking up and him cheating. I’m getting sued for something that’s not even the worst thing I did to him.” Yolanda was looking at you with worried eyes, “I may regret asking but what else did you do?” “I put a price on that nigga’s head” “You what?! So not only are you being sued for defamation but if the wrong people find out you could be going to jail for solicitation of murder?” “If he gets killed its not linked to me I called—” “Nope, I need no other details about you soliciting murder.”

The car ride was quiet, too quiet, so you asked the driver to turn the radio on completely ignoring Yolanda’s request. You wished you hadn’t. You were bopping your head along to the new Nicki Minaj song “Barbie Dreams”, when you heard: “And I woulda had Odell bangin the cake, till I saw him hoppin out of cars dancin to drake” Your jaw dropped. You looked up into sky asking God what it was with rap bitches and the men that you date. “Wanna talk about it?” “Nope first lets get this bitch ass ex handled....then I’ll worry about making my bitch ass boyfriend my ex.”

On the other side of the of the United States Odell heard that damn line and was going through it.

“Nicki you know damn well I ain’t seen yo ass in forever!” “Okay, well Odell it was just a lyric” “I’m sure my girl will beg to differ” “Aren’t you dating like the ‘princess’ of LA or hip-hop or some shit? She’s used to songs being written about her men” “First of all, watch your tone cause you know you wouldn’t have that same energy to her face. Second of all, you need to do one of your Twitter apologies or some shit cause she’s not even about to believe my explanation for this shit.” “Hm, I’ll see what I can do doll. But according to Shade Room sis got legal troubles to worry about so little ole me should be the furthest thing from her mind. Looks like ya princess got served.”

“Speaking of my bitch ass boyfriend he’s FaceTiming me right now. Hi baby!” “Hey Princess. What happened?” You felt like being petty, you knew that he’s heard that song by now. “Nicki saw you dancing to Drake so she decided she wasn’t giving you the cake from what I heard.” “Straight to it huh?” “You know me better than that Cornelious” “Well let me get to explaining then Chanel. Over a year ago I made plans to fuck her but the plans fell through and dassit. That’s the backstory. I didn’t call to talk about a wack ass song lyric though and you know that. What happened at your meet greet?” You did know he wasn’t calling to hear you complain about a song. “I’m being sued.” “By who?” “Michael” “FOR FUCKING WHAT?!” Odell’s voiced raised, his nostrils flared, and you could see him stand up to start pacing around on the other side of the screen, before you could get another word out Odell was screaming to one of his friends.”Baby calm down I’m handling it myself” “Jade, you not handling shit yourself. If he can’t handle it like a man because I take better care of you than he could when he had the chance then I’mma just have to handle it. Legally or illegally this nigga getting handled”

“Odell, I just need to see you before I even think about this anymore. Baby its been 2 weeks and miss you and I just really need to see you.” “Let me see if I can make things go any quicker with the team okay baby? I’ll call you in a couple hours” “Love you” “Love you more, bye”

Four hours had passed since you and Odell ended your call. You’d been calling him since hour three non-stop, you were worried and slightly insecure still about the whole the Barbie Dreamz fiasco. You were about call him again when you heard knocking. You threw your comforter over your head hoping the person disturbing you in your time of misery would go away. Three knocks later and you still weren’t off the couch.

“I know you’re in there. Your location told on you babe,” it took a minute for you to register who’s voice you were hearing. Your man always made the effort to get to you in your time of need. “You can’t still be mad at me, especially because I brought red velvet and lemon cupcakes.”

Who were you to deny the man with cupcakes at your front door entry?

As soon as you opened the door and saw him you broke down into tears and flung yourself into his arms. Weeping, you managed to get out, “I missed you so much.”

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Man Up Part 1

Hey all, this is my first fic and I’m pretty excited about it and I hope you all like it! And I couldn’t figure out how to put the link in there w/o putting the link in there??? Its longggg sorry. Also, this was heavily inspired by Melanie Fiona’s “4 A.M.” (At least the beginning was)

Pairing: MBJx Black Reader

“How could I let it get this far” you thought to yourself. You had let it get beyond the typical Hollywood rumors and to a fucking song. More importantly, how could he let it get this far. He being your boyfriend of more than 3 years, the one and only entitled ass Michael B. Jordan.

See, you had a feeling that some of the rumors swirling around the streets about your “man” cheating were true, but you’ve never acted on it. You made the oh-so-common mistake of ignoring or more appropriately hiding from your womanly instincts. Was it because you didn’t want to start over with someone else? Was it the fact that you already envisioned so much of your future being with him? Before the rumors and bullshit, and even now, when you look into his eyes you see yourself walking down the aisle and taking his last name, and eventually having his babies. Was any of that even worth what you were feeling in the past months and this very moment? No the fuck it was not.

In this very moment you were angry and wine drunk laying in your black silk robe thinking about lyrics to a song you were sure was about your “man”. It was “23” by some Instagram known rapper by the name of Saweetie. The two lines that really knocked you off your ass were “I do music, you in acting, so we keep it low profile” and “Then we made up, found an empty street, and lowkey got it in”. You knew this song was about Michael because 1.) There were rumors about him fucking at least 3 bitches in cars 2.) You found a fresh blonde hair in his brand new whip a few months ago. You hadn’t worn a blonde wig in that car yet when you found it. The bitch was known for blonde hair.

Your thoughts and emotions were only amplified when you caught lyrics to “4am” by Melanie Fiona playing in the background.

“Sitting here feeling kinda crazy But not just any crazy It’s the kind you feel when you love somebody And I know that my baby Is calling somebody else baby And I can’t sit still Look how gone it got me”

“It’s four a.m. and I think I might lose it This m***** thinking I’m stupid He must’ve bumped his head Don’t he know it’s four a.m.”

The fucking irony. Here you were at four in the morning disgusted with your boyfriend for cheating and insulting your intelligence, and with yourself for not demanding or doing better for yourself. Your grandmother is rolling over in her grave looking down at the mess you putting up with from a “man”.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when you heard keys jingling at your front door. It was him coming to your condo after cheating on you. “The fucking audacity” you whispered to yourself. You quickly turned off your Beats Pill and flipped over on your side facing away from your bedroom door. If you would have looked at him when he first walked in he would have questions about the stank ass stare he would’ve received from you. You didn’t want him know that you were onto his cheating ass yet.

The door to your bedroom opened and….. nothing. Yeah, you wanted him to think you were asleep, but you also wanted your presence acknowledged. Long ago, when he would come in while you were sleeping he would’ve greeted you with a soft and gentle kiss on your forehead,but now like the past several times it had been nothing. He walked in and let out an exhausted ‘huff’ and layed down next to you. “What the hell is this nigga huffin and puffin for?! I aint’ ask his triflin’ ass to be here. And he most definitely wasn’t the one being played, with The Shade Room as an audience either!” you thought to yourself. He crawled in bed and fell asleep with his back turned to you and yours facing him. You were falling in and out of sleep for the next 3 hours, when you weren’t sleeping you were plotting your next move.

You woke up bright and early at 7:30 a.m. You quickly regretted letting your relationship turmoil cause you to stay up so late because you had a busy day. You had to film for your Youtube channel, do a meet and greet at Sephora, and catch a flight to NY to discuss business with L’Oreal. They wanted you to be the face of their brand and you wanted your coin and an extensive and inclusive shade range, but your mind could focus on that when you touched down in NY.

Michael woke up as you were sitting on the edge of your bed putting lotion on, “Good morning baby” he said and got up and kissed you on the cheek.

“Good morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night, what time you get home?

“Not super late about 2 a.m. Can I get some breakfast baby?” He focused his soft brown eyes on you and poked his lip out. In that moment you thought that you would get the genuine affection that you’ve been deprived of the last several months. Even if you actually wanted to fix the nigga breakfast you couldn’t, you still had a shit ton to do before you left for NY, and the nigga lying about what time he came in wasn’t helping persuade you either. “Awww baby, you know I would but did you forget that I had to leave for New York tonight? I have a ton to do before I catch my flight”

“Damn. How long you gonna be gone for?” What did this nigga wanna know for? So he could know how long he had to fuck hoes around town? Your being in the same city wasn’t stopping him now. “I’ll be back the day after tomorrow”. Before he could get “Ok” out of his mouth this nigga was typing the fuck away on his phone. After your short and not so sweet encounter with your soon to be ex-”man” he left, didn’t even shower just left and kissed you goodbye on the cheek.

As the day went on and you were on your way to your meet and greet a thought popped in your head. About a week ago this guy named Odell who plays for the Giants slid in your dm’s asking you to dinner the next time you were in NY. Well bitch what a time to be alive because you had revenge on ya mind. You instantly hit him back:

“Hey I’m just now seeing this sorry :( Is that dinner offer still on the table…..?”

And bitch to your surprise he hit you back INSTANTLY:

“Is this Y/N? THE Y/N dm’ing ME back within 2 weeks? If it is I’m available whenever you in my city gorgeous”

“Lol, why so shocked? Is tomorrow night ok?”

“Not shocked, just very enthusiastic send me your number and we can straighten out all the details”

You were already packed but had to add something to your luggage to display your assets for your “friendly” dinner date.

You landed in NY at about 2:00 A.M. East Coast time. You checked into your hotel suite and instantly fell asleep (after washing your face of course bc….skincare, duh!).

You woke up at 9:00 A.M. excited to begin your day, for once. You got dressed into something business casual for your meeting in a couple hours with L’Oreal. You opted to let your naturally soft and curly tresses fall as they pleased and instead of a whole ass face of makeup you decided on a fresh face with a highlighter whose glimmer could compete with the sun.

You arrived to the L’Oreal offices in a black town car, compliments of your hopefully soon to be business partners. Once the meeting started they laid out EVERYTHING the way you wanted it. Inclusive shade ranges and a marketing team that was willing to follow your direction in attracting black women to their brand. All in all both parties walked away with what they wanted, especially you considering you inked a 5 year , $15 million brand ambassador deal. Now you were in a mood to celebrate,but first you had to get ready for your dinner with Odell. Step 1, call the most gossiping bitch you know, Chyna. She was just some girl that you graduated college with and only kept close whenever you needed tea or when you were the tea. Tonight you were the tea, all you told her was that Odell Beckham Jr. had plans this evening with a very eligible bachelorette and that all cameras should be on him for the evening . Step 2, hair, all you needed was a fresh wash n go so that was simple. Step 3, do a sheet mask and rest up, just in case you were getting your back blown out. After you woke up you did your make-up and got dressed. It was now 7:45 and he should be calling you down by 8:30.

While you waited on him you decided to play some Beyonce, you thought the perfect song to start off your evening was Partition. Right when you got to the very first “Oh there daddy, daddy didn’t bring the towel” you heard a knock on your suite door. Shit. You forgot that you gave him your room info last night, you also forgot that gentlemen existed so you really just expected him to text you when he arrived outside of your hotel building. You turned your music off and quickly caught your composure and answered the knocking.

You wore this: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jecourt

“Good evening beautiful”. You looked up into the eyes of the tall swole curly-haired man whose first three words to you sent your heated core into a puddle. After you stared into this man’s eyes with your mouth open for a good 5 seconds he put pink roses between the two of you and said “I got these for you. I remember your favorite color being pink, but your favorite flower was lavender but they didn’t have any, so I’m really hoping that you like the compromise bouquet that I got you.” “Hey, I-I’m um sorry. It’s just you’re impressing me already, and I love the flowers, I need to open up to some variety anyway” Your comment made him smile and his smile made you blush like no one has made you in a long time. “I’m glad you like them”. You took the flowers out of his hands and the two of you headed down to his car.

“I know y’all always have chauffeurs driving you around in LA, but you’re in my town so I need as much alone time with you as possible” he said as he opened your door. He did the lil nigga jog to the driver side and you guys pulled off into that busy ass NY traffic. “So where are we off too?” “It’s a surprise. You thought me impressing you was starting and ending with some pink ass roses? Girl, try it again. But trust me you’ll love it.” Bitch, your mouth dropped. You were amazed. You knew it was simple, but even at the beginning of your guys’ relationship Michael wasn’t this considerate let alone the last 7ish months. After a 30 minute drive you guys pulled up in front of Morimoto. He was right you were gonna love it! He remembered the last time you two crossed paths that you mentioned the reservations that you had there got mixed up and you couldn’t eat there even though you’d been looking forward to it for months. Yeah the last time you guys crossed paths, we’ll get to that later. He hopped out of the driver’s side and opened your door, he held out a hand to help you out the car. Once you walked into the restaurant you noticed it was empty…. Bitch the reservations weren’t even the best part, this man put his NFL coins to good use and rented out the ENTIRE sushi joint. “Odell you really shouldn’t have done this. Its too much!” “Y/N, watch ya mouth. I see everything you do out in LA for the lil bebe’s kids and the less fortunate altogether, but I never see anybody do anything for you darlin.” He was talking about your charity and philanthropic work for the at risk youth in LA. THAT made you smile, no man has ever complimented you on anything other than your looks. The two of you were greeted by the Iron Chef Morimoto and shown to your table. Odell pulled out your chair, but when he was “helping” you into the chair his hand just so happened to graze on a lil bit of your ass. You let it slide because…..because this man was fine as fuck and you wanted him in your guts. Once you guys get settled at the table conversation just flowed. You guys shared and exchanged ideas about society, politics, sports (Y’all have a Lakers vs. GSW rivalry????), the black diaspora, why his fellow NFL players often flock towards white devils (He served boiling hot tea), and so much more! Y’all clicked. Then your meals came and so did the questions with complicated answers. “Ms. Y/N I have two questions for you and I hope that you feel like you can be completely honest with me.” “Ummm….Okay…Shoot.” “Don’t be offended, but even the LA streets talk to the NY streets, and from what they’ve been saying that clown Mike ain’t been taking care of you how he should be. You still putting up with that nonsense?” “Ouuuu, trying to ruin the night early huh?” you responded sarcastically. “See no, it ain’t even like that. I wanna put in however much effort necessary to go far with you, and not as just friends, and I can’t do that if you puttin effort in where it don’t belong” “I was just playing, it’s a far question. And to answer it I am but I’m not. I’m damn near dead to him and I wanna end things with him but my way and on my terms. He’s had me looking so crazy for more than 6 months and I just wanna make sure he feels what he’s losing. Does that answer it?” “It kinda answers my first question. My second one is how is Vic gonna feel about our date?” He was asking about your big cousin Victor. Victor Cruz was both your cousin and Odell’s former teammate and he was extremely protective of you. Matter of fact, the previous and first time you crossed paths with Odell it was at Vic’s pool party. “Listen, we’re adults and I’m sure Vic understands that. Plus if we do decide to try ‘us’ out I’m sure it’ll go over better with him considering you’re someone he trusts.” “Gorgeous and has an answer to everything?! My momma got a mic in your ear?” “I love and respect Ms. Heather, but no. It’s all me sir” “And trust me, Ms. Heather already loves and respects you more than she does me and you not even her daughter-in-law yet” he commented. You blushed again and this time he made sure that you knew he noticed it. “Yes I said daughter-in-law, because I’m ambitious.”He had the biggest grin on his face like already knew he had your draws secure.

You guys walked out of the doors of Morimoto and were swarmed with paparazzi. “Y/N, I am so sorry, I don’t know who told the paps we’d be here. I didn’t even tell my mom where’d we be. They must’ve been following me at some point” “Its okay. I’m an LA baby remember? I’m used to it.” You weren’t gonna mention to him that you wanted to be seen with him, that you wanted to be on the The Shade Room’s insta. The paps asked questions about whether you and Mike were together and if you and Odell were a thing and the expected questions. You both ignored them.

He pulled up to the front of your hotel building and like the perfect gentleman he was all night he opened up your door and walked you to your room. Once you opened the door to your suite you were expecting an innocent goodnight kiss but….He crashed his lips into yours and his tongue demanded entry into you mouth, you weren’t objecting either. The kissing quickly turned into him grinding his hardening dick onto your puddled center. As he was grinding he grabbed a handful of ass and this went on for a good while until you changed your mind. “Odell wa-wait. W-we can’t.” He quickly stopped, still holding onto your lower waist because you didn’t realize how weak in the knees he had you. “Baby, whats wrong? Did I do something wrong?” “No, not at all. That’s the thing, you did everything right. That’s why I wanna be completely done with him before we take it there. I don’t want any ties to him when I give myself to you.” He took a a deep breath and looked down to you, “The gangsta in you, I gotta respect it. Do you want me to stay any way? Cause I-” He was interrupted by your phone going off. It was a FaceTime call from Michael. You knew the LAST person you should be on the phone with in front of Odell was him. “I’mma just go ahead and go and let you handle that.” You were thirsty and sorry. You wanted to gag on this nigga like tonight but you didn’t wanna make your life any more complicated than it already was. “Odell I swear before Black Jesus the next time we’re alone together we’re picking up where we left off and……. I’ll add interest for you.” “Interest?” “Yep, a lil bit for each week we’re apart.” “How am I wrapped around your finger and I ain’t even your man yet?” “Because you will be by the end of the week, I promise”. Although neither of you wanted to leave the other you kissed each other goodbye and you closed the door as he left your suite.

You called Michael back, not on FaceTime though, you were still too caught up in Odell and wanting to choke on his meat so you opted to not look Mike in the eye while thinking about Odell.

“What Michael? You’re interrupting my business?”

“Your business? Y/N what the fuck kinda business you doing in these pics on The Shade Room’s Instagram? Escorting?!”

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