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Bryson Tiller - Blame

Bryson’s POV

Scrolling through Instagram is redundant. It’s the same shit, the Instagram baddies that sometimes try way too hard or the fake promotion ads that always pop up, there’s always something. I go through my endless DMs from these beautiful women with a lot to offer physically but my mind keeps wandering back to the one girl that actually mattered. Y/n. Just thinking about her name got me feeling some typa way. I hover my finger over her smiling gorgeous face on her profile picture, debating on if I should click and re-open the wounds I thought I healed from or just close the app altogether. “You trippin dawg”, I say to myself before clicking her name and watching as all her pictures load. I take a breath, scrolling one by one already knowing what I’m bout to see. “Weekends with him”, was her caption as she stood in the mirror with her new man firmly gripping her fine ass that I claimed was mine ages ago. I scoff as I continue to scroll, every picture hitting all her best angles. Damn, she fine. I clicked onto our DMs and started typing...

Two years ago “I missed you!”, Y/n runs up to me, jumping and wrapping her legs around my waist as tight as she can. “What’s good shortie?”, I ask as I gently place her down giving her a forehead kiss. “I missed you too baby” “I was wondering when you’d come see me, seems like forever”, she laughs, jiggling the keys to her car. “First of all its been like 2 weeks and secondly I told you I’d rent a car, I always do”, I roll my eyes playfully as I load the back with my suitcase. “Oh shut up, I have a car it’s fine babe. Plus this is Jacksonville not Hollywood, I don’t think I’d love to always be seen in an expensive car every 2 weeks, it’s weird” “Y/n it’s been a year of us being together and you still dunno that your boyfriend is just that extra?”, I joke, hopping into the passengers seat cause I know she loves to drive when i’m around. “Hm, true”, she gives me a small peck before staring the car and driving off.

This is how it was, I’d come around every week or two, only every three weeks if I have a show or a busy schedule but never more. She hated the distance and I knew it. She would much rather be with a man that was settled and had their life in one place I just know it. But nevertheless we made it work cause that’s my boo.

A year ago “You actin’ brand new Y/n, what’s really going on?”, I stood at the edge of the bed heated. She’s been acting way off for the past two months. “Bry just drop it! I just feel a little overwhelmed with this whole distance thing that’s all” “You sure? Cause we’ve been doing this for the past couple of months, you ain’t never complain!”, I start to yell as well, clearly something was up and she couldn’t tell me. Me of all people. “...I’m just trying to balance work and being with you and all the attention we’re getting from your fans. It’s starting to take a toll on me and you know this, I’ve told you this”, she sighs, taking a seat on the hotel chair next to the bed. “All of this is too much and you know it”. “You think it ain’t much for me too? How many times have I made trips just to come see you? All the things we been doing. You can’t just feel like this is too much now. It’s been too much from the beginning and we’ve been good”, I pace around the room, “So don’t come to me with that bullshit, I know you lying”. This time I look her straight in the eyes. She tries to avoid eye contact with me and instead starts playing with her nails. “Tell me somethin’... tell me... is it someone?” Her eyes grow wide and she immediately looks up at me, guilt is written all over her face. “Yeah, I got my sources”, I scoff, taking my clothes out the closet and jamming them in my suitcase. “Bry-” “Nah”, I continue to shove my stuff as she darts to my side, now begging for me to look at her. “Just let me speak before you bolt out Bryson please”, she pleads. “Honestly, I been knew it was another man. I just wanted you to tell me yourself, it happens...people fall out of love but I thought you at least had the respect to tell me” “Bryson you haven’t been here for me! You come and we go to fancy restaurants and high class parties but when was the last time you actually checked up on me? Hm? Just to see how I’m holding up with everything?” I freeze for a second before taking a deep breath. “When did we hide shit from each other? Why couldn’t you just come to me and we solve this? Another man? That’s how you thought the situation would get better?” “It’s not like I’ve cheated on you Bryson, he was just there when you weren’t. I was just confiding in him in a lot of things that’s it”, she gets off the bed and goes to glance at the gorgeous high rise city view. “You emotionally cheated on me Y/n that’s something. And the fact you kept it a secret from me just says something”, I sit at the edge of the bed, holding my head in my hands. “You like him?”, I gulped, waiting to hear her response. I got the reply I was dreading. “I’m sorry... I do”.

Some months ago. Your POV BRYSON: I can’t help but blame myself for our relationship failing. I’m ashamed and can’t seem to stop explaining myself to you. Y/N: We loved and we lost Bryson. I forgive you for everything, part of it was my fault anyway. BRYSON: Nah, I know you getting your new man was my fault... Whatchu wanna do? I hate the fact you with someone else. Y/N: I’m sorry... I knew he wanted to get back with me, I could feel it, even after all this time. We’ve been texting back and forth even after our break up, I still care about him but not to that extend. I’m not ready to risk my relationship for something that wasn’t meant to be in the first place. It’s better to cut it off now before it gets worse.

“You good baby?”, my boyfriend groggily asks, wrapping his arm around me and kissing my back. “I’m good, go back to sleep”, I reassuringly say, exiting my chat with Bryson and closing my phone.

Now. Bryson’s POV As I finished reminiscing, a wave of relief covered me. After all that we been through, I ain’t feel no way anymore. I’m okay with seeing her like this although I hate that it’s not with me,  I can’t hate on the guy, he must be good for her. I ain’t never gon’ talk shit bout him or beg for her ever. My mind suddenly was erased of all the sadness, anger and regret I harnessed. I knew what I was supposed to do. I quickly deleted what I started typing with a comforting smile on my face. And with one last look at her ever inviting smiling face, I tapped off her profile and shut Instagram.

A/N Just a short little imagine for now.

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Comethazine - Memory Lane

“Damn mami, you look sexy as hell”, Jahmeir eyed you up and down, taking in your gorgeous body. You smirked, walking past him and going to look in the full body mirror y’all had to admire your body and your tiny baby bump in one of your Fashion Nova dresses.

“Shut up, you gonna try and pin my ass down and I really can’t have that. I’m tryna make it to dinner this time”, you whine, knowing full well that you won’t leave this house cause of his horny ass. He’s always been like this, since the day you guys met.

2 Years ago - Comethazine’s POV “Man I’m really just trying to get new kicks”, I spoke, entering the sports store. I was really digging the new FILAs, hoping I could cop a pair. “Yo man, can I get them huge ass FILAs?”, I told the homie who came to help me.  “Uhm, lemmie hand you over to the manager. She’s gonna tell you when they’re back in stock” He disappeared into the back as I continued scanning through for more goodies. “Hey”, a smooth voice spoke. I turned around and was met by a smiling lil’ lady. She was dressed in the store shirt that was tied up to show her belly, some black fitting leggings, and black some heels. She threw me off my game for a lil’. I quickly looked back up to her eyes which were squinting at me with a ‘really nigga?’ look.

“Right, I was asking for the FILAs. Y’all have em?”, I quickly snapped out of it and continued to walk around, looking at her through the mirrors all over the walls. “Yeah, I don’t know why Donny forgot we got a new stock. Lemmie get some from the back”, and with that, she trotted off, making sure she walked like she was in a damn catwalk. “Damn, y’all see her?”, I turned around to my homies who equally agreed that she was bad. It’s not even like she was one of them big booty hoes, she just had a different feel to her, on top of that, she was naturally beautiful. Just my type.

“Here”, she came back out, her glossy lips smiling happily as she seemed satisfied to find what I was looking for. I quickly tried them on, liked them, and was headed for the checkout. “So, you taken? Y/n”, I put on my most desirable face, as I read her name tag. Our eyes connecting only for a split second before she looked back at the register. A small shy smile appeared on her face and I already knew I had her hooked. “No”, she timidly answered, her answer excited me as a smile also creeped up on my face. Little did I know that that would be the beginning of a roller coaster fucking joy ride.

Y/n used to show up to my shows whenever I was in town, I always tried to make time for her. Always fucking whenever I got the chance to see her. She was like a lil drug I couldn’t get enough of. It had been about 9 months and I tried to keep this long distance thing going on. It was a shock for her cause she didn’t know who I was, let alone the life I was living. I cared for her, however, the life I was in didn’t allow for a monogamous relationship. I explained everything to her. She didn’t take it well, but agreed to just be fuck buddies, I know that’s not what she wanted but I couldn’t put her through something I couldn’t commit to.

“Y/n?”, I lowly called out as I entered her crib. She always left a spare key in the flower pot outside just incase I showed up after shows. I took off my FILAs and placed them neatly by the door. The lights were off and I could hear some Masego playing in her room. She must be asleep, she always plays Masego when falling asleep. I made my way up the stairs, shit, I was a lil’ high so it was a struggle

I slowly opened the door,making sure it didn’t make too much noise. Her bedside light was dimly lit so I could see her perfect body. There she was comfortably sleeping on the bed, probably dreaming of me. She was in some velvet shorts and a sports bra. Fuck... she looked sexy. I crept into the bed, laying my head on her ass, gently smacking it a little, my ass. I missed it. She groaned a little, then abruptly got up, causing my head to fall hard on the bed. “Chill the fuck out baby it’s only me”, I chuckled, picking my head back up and perching my elbows on the bed for support. “You snuck up on me you fool”, she playfully slapped my cheek, then gave me a long ass kiss. “What’re you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be back till next week”, she says now playing with my hair as I stared at the ceiling, thinking of my answer. “Ionno”, I shrugged which made her giggle. “You stupid” “I missed your ass”, I said, facing her now, all she could do was smile, then it turned into a frown. “How many bitches were you fucking?” God, I hated it when she brought this shit up. Always makes me feel guilty and shit. But I knew where my heart was - with her. “Don’t think bout that mami” She sighed and looked down. I hated seeing her sad, cause truth is, I think I was in love with this girl and I ain’t fuck nobody. The only logical thing for me to do was say... “Marry me”, I blurted out. She looked up at me confused, surprised and caught off guard. “What?”, her voice cracked a little. “Marry me”, I said again, nonchalantly. I been knew she was the one. “Jahmeir I’m not playing with you”, she sternly said, getting up off the bed and walking to the master bathroom, tying her hair. I stood up too, followed her to the bathroom and stood by the door, watching her as she had an angry expression on her face. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her. “I mean it”, I said spinning her around to face me and pinning her against the sink, gripping her sides gently. We were face too face, her gaze never breaking mine, even though she looked mad. “I... mean... it...”, I lowly said, giving her kisses all over her face in between my words. “I’m in love with you girl, I knew it from the start” She giggled, playfully pushing my face away. “Ha ha, very funny” I got down on one knee, held her hand and started to speak. “Baby, I mean it when I say I’m in love witchu, I’ve never felt this way about nobody. I ain’t fucked nobody cause I knew that you’re the only one I want to continuously give myself to. Baby, I love you. I only wanna be with you mama, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, build a family, grow old and shit. I’m not very good and this lovey dovey shit but you are the woman I wanna marry. I wanna be the man to put a smile on your face everyday. Will you marry me Y/n?” I said every thing on my chest.  She stared at me in awe. “Stand up, I love you I love you I love you. A million times yes”, she said as she jumped on me giving me a thousand kisses at once. “I love you, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment baby”, she said, staring at my eyes, then trailing down to my lips. I set her down on the sink, gently kissing all over her neck. My hands explored her body as I left softly sucked on her neck. She let out a small moan and her hands immediately gripped my face, crashing her lips onto mine. “I love you”, she whispered, a smile formed on my lips and I connected our lips once again.

I picked her up and steadily made my way to her prince bed, our lips still locked. My hands firmly gripping her perfect little bum as we stumbled past the stuff on the floor. I gently placed her on the bed and immediately glided on top of her. Our lips crashed once again, playing tug of was with our tongues. I broke the kiss only for a split second and pulled off my shirt. Her now dark eyes already undressing me. Her hands unknowingly explored my back muscles as I started to leave wet kisses just before her breasts. My teeth teasingly taking down her sports bra, my mouth lightly grazing her beautiful racks which caused her to giggle. “You know my boobs are my ticklish spot”, she giggled but eased into it soon enough, placing her hands gently on the sides of my face. I chuckled in response but ignored her comment, diving into her boobs, slowly sucking on her right tit and lightly running my index finger on her left. A small moan escaped her lips, God that made me wanna fuck the shit outta her. My lips trailed down her belly, up and down. I stopped when I got to the band of her shorts, pulling my head up and lifting my body, now I had a clear view of her. “Stop staring”, she stuck her tongue out at me which caused me to roll my eyes playfully too. “Oh you were expecting me?”, I lowly teased when I saw she had no panties on. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. These shorts look cute on her but they gotta get the fuck outta here. I thought to myself, tossing her shorts to God knows where and slowly parting her legs. “Daddy’s gonna eat today”, I said as I licked my lips and dove into my dessert.

- Y/n and I’s wedding day was the best day of my life. Even if we were quite young, we both knew we wanted to spend forever with each other. Surprisingly, on both ends, everyone supported us. Y/n wanted it to be an intimate wedding with only our friends and family. My side of the family had other ideas. Over a thousand people showed up, I didn’t know I even knew this many niggas. It was all love though. There was that store clerk that I always bothered for alcohol, the nigga by the gas station, shit, even the postman. All the people I was around when growing up were there. Now listen, I ain’t never shed a tear in a minute. But when I saw my baby walk down the aisle, I was sweating. I wanted everything to be perfect, I knew just what would make her happy.  So I pulled some strings and managed to bring Masego to perform. Y/n almost passed out when she saw him as she walked with her pops, it was like she was getting married to him! The second part of the wedding, the night show, was crazy.

The stars came out and the alcohol came out too. That explained why the toasts were mad crazy. There was a lot of ‘We didn’t think you’d settle down’ some ‘you’ve left the bachelors gang’ but most of all, a lot of ‘we wish y’all the best’, I was grateful for all. Y/n and I wore matching navy blue outfits, my suit, which I looked dashing in blended well with her short but classy navy blue dress that was open at the back. Man we were a sexy couple.

Y/n and I opened up the dancefloor with Masego playing in the background. The lights were dimmed down a little to set the mood, the dancefloor covered in rose petals. It was beautiful. “I adore you!”, Y/n cheered which caused our audience to laugh. The nigga never broke out of character, I see why Y/n obsesses over him. “And I adore you”, I lowly said, staring at her. My hand positioned on the small of her back and the other holding her free hand. A cheesy smile plastered to her face, that smile never left her lips. She was glowing, I was too. It felt like time slowed down for a moment. It was just her and me - oh and Masego. Life with her has been absolutely perfect.

Present time - Your POV “What? You don’t feel like going anymore?”, you said as you looked through the mirror at your husband who was perched on a chair staring into the distance with a goofy smile on his face. “Huh?”, he snapped out of his daze and focused his attention on you. “You’ve been sat there with that stupid smile for the past ten minutes”, you giggled, adjusting one of the necklaces Cometh had gotten for you once upon a time. He stood up and made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you from the back, placing his hands on your little baby bump and resting his head in the crook of your neck, staring at y’all too in the mirror. “Life’s crazy baby, who woulda thought I’d be here with my beautiful wife waiting to bring a beautiful baby to this world? A nigga’s living his best life, on gang” You looked at him with a puzzled look. “Is that what you were thinking about?” “Yeah” “Who woulda thought I’d be married to the guy I met at the sports store?”, you laughed a little. “Mmm me?”, he said turning you to face him, kissing your lips ever so lightly then turning you back to lightly smack your ass. “Ready to go?”, he pulled away from you and started to brush his hair as he slowly paced around the room. 

You scoffed at him with a smile, continuing to put on your hoop earrings. This crazy man was yours, all yours. And you couldn’t have it any other way.

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Could i get a comethazine story?like how you meet( fuck buddies at first lol) get married & maybe a baby? Make it fluffy & cute smut? Thankyouu

Of course, I’ve got some ideas for this :)

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Lil Xan - No Love

You patiently sat in Xan’s studio as you watched him wrap up one of his sessions. You glanced at the time hoping you wouldn’t be late. Xan had just come out of the booth high fiving his producer and friends up until he saw you. His face dropped for a second as he sighed. “It’s time to go yeah?” “Yeah” You knew it killed Diego every time you walked away from him and into the arms of your boyfriend, waiting for you at home.You and Diego met at one of his shows. You went for his meet and greet and immediately, you caught his eye. You’ve been doing this back and forth thing, sneaking around with him every time he came to your city. You told him you had a man but he didn’t care at all. In fact, he dropped every one of his hoes in hopes you’d leave your boyfriend for him.

- “Diego-”, you started as he began to turn onto your block. “Y/n, I get it, you don’t have to make things worse by talking about it” The rest of the car ride was silent. You looked over at Diego and his eyes were focused on the road and nothing else. Finally, he parked two houses before yours and unlocked the doors for you to get out. “I guess this is goodbye... are you sure you don’t want to come on tour with me?”, he finally let out. “I can’t... I’m sorry. I’m in a relationship-” “A relationship? You constantly cheat on your boyfriend-” “Don’t even start! Because I’m in a relationship, this is the end!”, you yell. You take a deep breath and continue. “...This is the end Diego... I-I can’t keep on doing this...”, you say in a low tone. Diego glares at you, his eyes full of hurt, “...Right. Yeah... this was stupid. Fuck. I-I... have a nice night”, he says as he quickly hurries back to his car, slamming the door as he’s at it. He looks at you one more time and before you knew it, he was stepping on the gas and driving off.

- It’s been 3 months since you last spoke to Xan. You heard he was going to be in town so you decided to go to one of his shows. You weren’t trying to get noticed by him, you just wanted to be in his presence. Your boyfriend was out of town and you felt lonely. You don’t know if it was the loneliness or the lust which drew you to going to the concert, either way, you were going.

You sighed, glancing at your phone. You’d have thought he messaged you to at least let you know he was in town. Nevertheless, you slipped on a latex black dress and some block heels. You admired yourself in the mirror as you set your hair in a bun, thinking about how the night will end. Once you were done, you took the keys of the coffee table and headed to your car.

It was mad. You stared at the entrance of the venue in shock. There were hundreds of people lined up, most with T-shirts of Xan, some slutty looking girls, and the obsessive screaming girls. You’ve never been on this side of the concert. Usually you enter with Xan, joking to yourselves about how many bras would be thrown on stage this time... you missed that. You smiled at the thought of that. You parked your car and walked as fast as your heels could take you. You marched straight to the front of the line, getting bad looks and being called names. But you didn’t care. “Denny”, you called out enthusiastically to the guard at the door. “Y/n, why aren’t you inside?”, his face in surprise. You knew you had to think quick, even if it meant telling a little white lie. “You see, I was caught up... I had an emergency at home. Is Xan inside?” “Yeah, he’s just hanging out backstage” “Thanks”, I pushed past him before he could even say anything more. The area was vast, it was already filling up like wild fire. You walked to the front, taking your seat and crossing your legs. You didn’t want him to notice you but if he did... you wanted him to choke on his words.

- “So this next song is about a girl I met here”, Xan’s voice fills the room through the speakers. Everyone cheers in excitement as he comfortably sits himself down on the edge of the stage. “She broke my heart... wanted to be with another guy instead. I gave my all for her, invited her to shows... even invited her to come on tour with me”, he sighed as the girls let out ‘aww’s’ and ‘oo’s’. “And for that... she’s a little hoe” Everyone erupted in cheers as the beat finally dropped and he started to rap. You sat there, flabbergasted. He actually had the audacity to call you a hoe. You bowed your head in embarrassment. “You don’t love me tho, You don’t want me tho” He sang as he continued to sit on the edge of the stage. The fans following every word he sang. “You don’t want me hoe”, he hopped off the stage and started making his way past the crowd. You slowly slid down as you saw him approach your seating area, your eyes never leaving him as he slowly but surely made his way to your side. “I put my dick in-” It’s as if time slowed down. Your eyes connected forcing you to give him an apologetic smile. His face in utter shock as his eyebrows began to furrow. “Cut this shit out”, he instructed the DJ. The music dropped and the fans everywhere went silent to see what the issue was. It was me, I was the issue. Their eyes averting to me as they noticed what had caught him off guard. He had set the mic to his side as he started to make his way to you. “Can you guys give me some space?”, he asked the crowd and in return, they started to separate. There he was, standing right in front of you. He caused such a scene you didn’t even feel like being in the moment with him. You could feel his minty breath hit your face as he started to speak. “The fuck are you doing here?”, he spoke with a sense of relief. You couldn’t believe he had done all this just to ask you what you were doing here. You wanted to reply but the words couldn’t leave your mouth. You looked around you, the flashes from people’s phones surrounded you. You were overwhelmed and Diego knew it. “No phones please guys”, he chuckled, the lights from the phones slowly vanishing. All through the while, his eyes never left yours. “I-I... I’m sorry Diego. I should never have left you like that”, you say only audible for him to hear. He looked at you, contemplating his answer. But you continued. “I didn’t know you’d call me a hoe, and willingly want to disrespect me like that. I thought you were better than that D”, you switched up. You couldn’t get over the fact he considered you as just another one of his hoes. “Y/n trust me, it was hard for me to write those lyrics. I’m sorry, I should never have done you like that. That’s fucked up”, he apologizes, completely forgetting the crowd that was watching closely, trying to make our conversation audible enough for their curious ears. “Come backstage with me”, he suddenly says. You knew you wanted to, so you took his hand as he guided you through the crowd. “Can we cut to the break please guys” You were being pulled up the stairs and backstage. Diego’s lips crashed onto yours which caught you off guard. However, you equally applied force to the kiss. He pulled you in closer, his cologne engulfed your nose. Your hands unknowingly finding themselves raking through his hair. He held you close, his arms wrapping over you protectively. This is exactly what you wanted. In that moment you realized you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’ll come with you”, you say as you break the kiss and try to catch your breath. “Get the fuck out, for real?”, the grin on his face said everything. He couldn’t believe it just as much as you. “Yeah, I’m in love with you Diego”, you reveal as his smile still lingers on his lips. “I’m in love with you too”, he announces, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Lemmie finish up this show... you’re in for a good fucking tonight”, he declares, detaching his body of yours and running back onto the stage. All you could do was giggle and roll your eyes to yourself. He’s such a tease. 

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Could you do lil xan? Not sure wat about but can't really find any about him

Yeah of course. Let me work on it now

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TY Dolla $ign ~ Money Showers - Part 1/3

“Damn, the strip club has never been better”, I smirk at E-40 and Jeremih as I threw a 100 dolla bill on the stripper shaking it in for me. “You right Dolla, the best in the business”, he replies, not taking his eyes off his girl. “I think imma take one of ‘em for the night”, I express, glaring around for one, “I juss dunno which”. Then I saw her. A chocolate, hour glass shaped lady. Her clothes hugging her so tightly that her ass was almost falling out of that black suede pencil skirt she wore. Her perfect boobs inviting my face to dive into them. I gazed in awe as I saw her sashaying from one pole to the next, throwing a couple of bands to the girls on the poles. She smirked as she glanced around, her eyes landing on my green ones for a split second, hooking me, then moving on casually. “I’ll have that woman”, I declared to the E as Jeremih was too turned on to even look at this girl, my eyes still glued to the sexy woman. I quickly stood up from my VIP seating and made my way through the security guards. As I passed the red rope, she strolled past some men, flashing a dashing smile. This was my chance. I made my way over to her just as she was about to disappear in the back. I gently grabbed her arm causing her to reflexively yank it away and turn to face me. “How much for one night?”, I gazed into her eyes, trying to mesmerize her with my green eyes and publicity. In return, she looked at me up and down, then gave laugh. “Excuse me?”, her voice so angelic, so sexy, so enticing just with those two words. “How much for a good fucking and sucking babe?”, I repeat, this time making sure she saw the seriousness in my face. “Do I look like a stripper... sir?” Well, yes. “Sir? Call me Zaddy... and you definitely packing”, I eye her from head to toe. Oh the things I could do to her. “Zaddy?” I deeply chuckle for a moment then look back at her, “Ty Dolla $ign, it’s dark you may not have recognized me” “Umm it doesn’t ring a bell... sorry”, she stares at me with a confused look on her face. She’s trippin. “Sir.. uhm Mr $ign, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do”, before I could even say another word, her Louboutins heels walked away from me. This girl is playing.

“I’m tellin’ y’all, the girl don’t know me”, I sat in there, embarrassed and furious. Does she know how many bitches be riding up on me? My hit songs? My Franklins? She crazy. “Maybe she was drunk man”, Jeremih finally gives a fuck about the situation. “No she ain’t. She was sober as fuck. The bitch was classy, so classy she called me Sir”, I look up at the strobe lights changing colour as this bitch gives me a lap dance.

As if God answered my prayers, I hear the same voice again. “Are y’all having a good night?”, her voice called out to us. I shot my head up as I heard her dismissing the girls on our laps for a water break. “I am now”, E blurts out. She giggles a bit them speaks, “I’m flattered” “Amy baby”, Jeremih calls out to her, standing up and sweeping this girl, MY girl, off her feet. She shrieks and hugs back before he puts her back down. “Jeremih, how are you boo?”, she breaths out, adjusting her skirt. “Gucci”, he winks and she smiles in return, “This joint is popping” “Thank you, I try”, She glances at the rest of us, her eyes falling on me again. “You’re the guy who asked me to suck your dick”, she laughs as Jeremih joins in. “The fuck? You tried to ask the owner of this club to fuck you?” “He thought I was a stripper J”, they both share a laugh and I’m sat there in embarrassment. “Man, it’s not my fault she’s damn fine”, I squirm in my seat, trying to maintain my bad boy image, this sexy lady is calling me out. “Thank you, you’re not the first.. Ty?” “Dolla $ign” “You don’t know this nigga?”, Jeremih tries to help the already bad situation. “Not until today” “He’s my boy. He was on Don’t Tell Em the remix” “Really?”, she looks at me with her coffee eyes and smiles at me. “I love that song” “Drop that kitty, Paranoid.. and man, Amy here is jamming to Saved. With this big guy here”, Jeremih points to E and waits on her answer. “Oh, J is always playing that song so I know it... I didn’t know it was you... as in you”, she giggles bowing her head at me and then extending her hand to me. “I’m Amy. I’m sorry for not knowing you until this point, but your music is great, well from what I’ve heard”, I take her hand in mine, the softness of her hand makes me wonder what it would feel like on my- “Ty”, I snap out of my erotic thoughts as the beautiful lady before me dismisses herself. “It was nice to meet you...”, she’s doing it again, staring at me, “All of you”. “Imma hit you up okay Amy?”, Jeremih kisses her cheek as a goodbye and with that, she walks off. “Girls! Get back to work”, she commanded the girls. She was so assertive and bossy, and I need a woman like that - someone to keep me on my toes. And Amy, she was just the right girl. God forbid if I don’t get my hands on that girl, she doesn’t know what I’m capable of.

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Self Righteous - Part 1

You lay in Bryson’s bed - exposed. He sat at the edge of the bed slowly throwing his shirt over his head. He didn’t even look back at your naked body. He just got up, put his pants back on and grabbed his phone off his dressing table. You sighed trying to catch your breath, pulling the sheets a little bit closer. You and Bryson had been having sex for the past 3 months. The first day you met him, which was in a club, you knew that it would be nothing but sex. You honestly felt used and didn’t want to continue this ‘fuck session’ you two always had. He only called you when he didn’t pick a girl from the club and only fucked you whenever he felt like it. But you couldn’t leave - there was something about him that you always trusted, that you always wanted even if he was completely screwing you over - literally.

“You have to leave”, Bryson declares, running a hand through his unkempt hair. This was the part you hated the most, having to leave him and let him bring another girl here at the end of the night. It killed you to even think of it but it’s the life you chose. “Bryson I-” “I’m not ready for this again. Please girl, go”, he cuts you off before you could even explain yourself. He already knew what you were going to say. How you loved him and wanted to have a relationship with him. The last time you brought it up, he threw a fit and didn’t invite you over for a week. You shut up and quickly try to gather your things which were scattered all over. You dragged your body off the bed picking up your black lingerie and putting it on. You look over at Bryson who is glued to his phone. You sigh and pick up your heels ready to go. “Thanks for a fun night”, you hear Bryson call out to you as you leave his residence.

The next night, you two were back at it again. Fucking like wild dogs, you knew you couldn’t let this go. Bryson moaned in ecstasy as he pumped into you, only a few more thrusts and you both knew you’d be done. “I-I’m gonna cum”, he said finally thrusting in you deeper than ever. You screamed out in pleasure as you felt him reach your G-spot and releasing his load. He fell on top of you as you also reached your climax. “Thank goodness we used the rubber”, he says in between breaths as he rolls onto your side. You catch your breath and reply, “Imagine having kids with me”, you nervously chuckle glancing at his frame in the dim light. “That’d be crazy”, this time he doesn’t react so bad. Instead he chuckles too. Satisfied with his answer, you move closer to him and rest your head on his sweaty chest. He surprisingly accepts it and wraps his big arm around your waist. You trace circles on his abdomen lightly kissing his chest from time to time as his fingers gently tap at your waist. This was what you loved, the clarity both of you had after sex. The genuine love for each other in these little moments.

The next morning was a different story. You were picking your shit off the ground and being requested to leave. You felt like this morning would be different because of the night you guys had. You thought Bryson was finally feeling the same way about you but clearly, he wasn’t. As you were about to leave, you turned to face him. “Are we just going to keep doing this?”, you abruptly started, catching his attention. Bryson looked up at you from his phone. “I just can’t Bry, I can’t anymore”, you continue, frustrated and running a hand through your messy sweaty hair. “We’ve been fucking for 3 months without a purpose. I-I feel used”. Bryson looks at you in confusion. “That’s never been a problem, as far as I’m concerned, you were fine with just fucking”, he shrugs a little. “But I’m telling you that I’m not. God Bryson!”, you yell in frustration, turning on your heel and leaving the room. Bryson soon follows closely behind catching up to you by the stairs. “Y/n come on”, he grips your arm a bit. “Leave me the fuck alone!”, you yell yanking your arm away and trudging downstairs. “Baby-” “Baby? Ha that’s a first. Do you say that to all your hoes?”, you chuckle in disbelief. This fucker had the balls to call you baby. Pathetic. “Don’t leave..” “Can you do one thing Bryson? Clean up your act then give me a call, okay?”, you scoff opening the door at storming outside.  But nothing prepared you for Bryson’s next actions...

A/N Should I make a part 2 or leave y’all in suspense? Don’t be shy to comment.

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Open Interlude

Since Bryson dropped Don’t, you decided you were not going to fuck with him anymore. You and Bryson had been dating for 3 years before Don’t was released. You were his everything and he was yours too. You went through thick and thin with him. But when he finally got famous, his priorities changed. He was out till late hanging with his ‘boys’ and you were left in your now huge apartment you shared with him. You were constantly worried if he would even come home the next day or just stay out. You were sick of the “I’m sorry babe, I won’t do it again” cop out card Bryson always used on you, he knew you fall for it every time without further questions asked. It was the ‘Bryson Tiller show’ and you were just there when Bryson needed to unwind. That’s why you made up your mind and left him. It was what’s best for the both of you. He would focus on his music and you would focus on yourself for once. Well that was 5 months ago.

“Y/n don’t be a buzzkill”, your best friend since kindergarten Asia, says to you trying to toss you different types of little white outfits.

“I’m really not trying to be, it’s just.. I’m not ready to face him”, you reply taking a look at what she pulled out for you. “What? I know you’ve moved on from him. It’s just a party”, your other best friend Salma assures, “Ooh this is cute” “I have, and I’m doing really well without him but I don’t know what to expect”, you sigh finally picking out the outfit you liked.

“It’s going to be fun, there are so many artists there you won’t even notice him”, Salma encourages as she starts to take off her clothes to try the dress on. “You’re right”, you agree slipping on the white outfit you picked out.

“You look amazing!”, Asia squirms as she sees you walk out in your black Louboutins “Bryson doesn’t know what he’s missing”, Salma points out. And with that, you all head out to the club.

Before every award show, there’s always a party that one of the nominated music artists hosts. This year, August Alsina was the host. You were lucky you got in because Salma’s dating August and he invited y’all. Not that Bryson wouldn’t have invited you.

“Auggie”, Salma hugs him and he does the same. “Damn ma, you looking hella fine”, he says twirling her around to get a better look. You and Asia giggle at the way these two lovebirds interact. Sometimes you wish that was you and Bryson. Salma and August were together for 4 years before he became famous, they’re still going strong. In the beginning, people judged them because it was an interracial relationship. Salma was Latina and August was Black. But they pushed passed it until people warmed up to them. You sigh and walk with Asia to get some drinks.

You and the girls go take pictures at the photo booth. You all pull out funny faces and smiles. You then receive a text message from Bryson. BRYSON: You look nice You look up from your phone and look around the area, you can’t even see him. YOU: Oh? You found me? You return to taking pics and looking pretty for the cam. BING BRYSON: Yea.. I wanna talk to you YOU: I’m busy He quickly replies. BRYSON: Doing what? YOU: Taking pics with my girls

Salma leads you guys to the bar. “Can I have a flaming Lamborghini?”, you request letting the bartender do his magic. You soon feel large arms wrap around your waist and heavy breathing down your neck. “Miss me?”, the soft whisper flowing into your ear. You quickly turn around a bit alarmed. Bryson’s face inches away from yours making you pull your head back. “Why you avoiding me?”, he asks still groping your waist. “I’m not, I’m in a no bullshit mode”, you answer slowly taking his hands off your waist. “Well Bryson, it’s been a while”, Salma stares at him with her drink in her hand. “Salma, how you doing girl”, he tries to hug her but she pulls back, “Oh it’s like that now?”, Bryson questions. “Where’s Asia?”, he asks looking around, “Maybe she’ll wanna hug her best friend”. “Asia doesn’t like you anymore too Bry”, Salma stares at him with an are-you-kidding-look. “I came to talk to Y/n if you don’t mind”, Bryson takes your hand. Salma gives you a questioning look and you nod your head to reassure her that it will be okay.

“Now’s the time to clear the air”, Bryson tells me whilst positioning the cigarette to his mouth. You look down at your thighs and respond, “Then you must have a lot to say” “Yeah.. I don’t know how to start”, he inhales the smoke and slowly blows it out. “You ain’t look me in the eye once”, he says trying to find your eyes. You don’t want to look at him because you know that all the feelings will come rushing back. You don’t say a word. You just sit quietly fiddling with the rings on your hands. “It’s been 5 months since I even heard a word from you, I mean at least keep in touch”, he sighs. He takes a deep breath and turns to face you. “You don’t know how much, you’ve helped me grow. You inspire me to push through and make music whatever the issue. I’ve been trying to show you how much I care bout you”, he takes your hand in his and softly rubs his thumb across your hand. “Don’t stress about it, it’s long gone”, you calmly say also taking a deep breath. He abruptly releases your hand and looks at you like what you just said was not serious. “Girl, don’t act all nonchalant with me, that means everything we ever talked about was all for nothin. Getting married, having kids and growing old together is somethin’ that you would not stress about? You think our deep convos are long gone? You must be trippin”, he scoffs and stands up.

All you can do is look up at him with a puzzled look. “Y/n I’ve been suffering. Does that not mean anything to you? I’ve been going through shit that I can’t deal with, you were my rock”, his voice starting to yell as he inches towards you. He takes a seat next to you and again, looks you in the eyes. This time, you stare at him as well.

“Baby, I would go insane for your love, I would literally do anything to have you back”, his eyes searching for an answer as he gazes deep into yours. “Fuck what your friends say.. This right here has got to mean something”, he pleads, “So whatchu say? Can we put this shit back in motion?”, he asks waiting on your reply.

You place your hand on his face and finally crack a smile, “It it gonna be kosher?”, you simply ask. “Promise everything gon’ be kosher”, he replies quickly and take your face in his hands to give you a kiss.

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For However Long

“My home boy left the crib, you should stay with me”, you hear Bryson tell you over the phone. “Mmm, I don’t know”, you reply as if contemplating your answer. You were such a tease and he knew it. “Babe who is that?”, the guy sitting in front of you questions. “Who you talking to?”, Bryson asks in the background. You could tell he knew you were with someone but was in denial. “It’s no one”, you simply reply to Bryson whilst eyeing the man in front of you.

You were a bad bitch, playing every guy who came your way. You knew that answer was enough to satisfy both men.  Who could blame you? You have all your shit together and you’re educated.

“Listen, Imma leave”, you tell the man whilst picking up your Gucci bag and throwing on your Ray Bans. All he does is eye you and sighs.

“You coming over?”, Bryson’s voice has a hint of hope in it. “For a little while”, you push your car keys into the slot and start your Porsche. You hear him sigh over the phone. “Aight”, he slowly says and hangs up the phone.

You soon reach his house and slowly walk up his doorstep, the Jimmy Choo’s you’re wearing doesn’t make it any easier. You press the doorbell carefully and wait. “It’s open”, you hear Bryson’s voice from inside. You slowly open the door and see him laying on the couch.

“Honey I’m home”, you joke, sashaying towards him - which you know he can’t resist. You take a seat next to him and set your bag down. “I’m here” “We gotta talk”, he says abruptly and looks you in the eye. “Bout what?”, you reply. “I want you..”, he states and gently holds your hand. You sit there just staring at him. “And I want you to make me feel irreplaceable”, he continues.

“You know the deal Bryson, I ain’t ready to settle down..”, you say crystal clear. “I know.. but, you fuck with other niggas and I don’t even bother”, his voice starting to raise. “What? You want a relationship now?”, you ask also starting to raise your voice. You knew he caught feelings but didn’t know how serious he was.

“I know you scared but-” “Scared?”, you cut him off, “More like terrified”, you reveal to him. You have never been the same since your last boyfriend cheated on you and ended things. “I’m really feelin’ you Y/n”, he starts, “Lemmie put my stamp on you, Imma crop all them other niggas out picture. Fuck them other niggas”, he declares inching closer to you.

“Put it on me then”, you grab his face and smash your lips together. You’ve kissed him so many times but this time - it felt like he put all the passion in it, and you did too. Your lips moved at the same pace as his, even your heads were moving in sync. He deepens the kiss and slides his tongue in your mouth. You smile against his lips and instantly attack his tongue. You could tell he was skilled. He abruptly breaks the kiss and gazes into your eyes.

“You gon’ roll with me till the wheels fall off”, he states. All you can do is nod your head and smile.

He suddenly picks you up from the couch and you giggle against his chest. “Let’s go upstairs”, he seductively says.