#joey bada$$ x black reader

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Entangled.

Black Fem! Reader x Kadeem “Unique” Mathis from Raising Kanan.

Summary: After years of achieving your disappearance and retirement away from the drug game, away from Unique. You didn't expect the man to be into your house and in your kitchen but he did more than say something. You almost couldn't believe it but your old flame was alive.

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Warnings: angst, praise, makeup sex, biting, choking kink, kitchen sex switches to bedroom sex, various positions, cursing, spanking, fingering, heavy dirty talk, nipple play, consensual intimacy, dumbification, unprotected sex, pussywhipped!Unique, soft!Unique,

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Southside, Jamaica Queens ‘93.

Your sleek black Mercedes glided silently onto the gravel driveway of your modest home. As the engine's purring faded once you took the key out of the ignition, your hand instinctively shot out to grasp the door handle, your heart just starting to soothe from the day’s events.

The cool late-night air brushed across your face, refreshing to feel. But your composure faltered as your gaze fell upon the open window. “What the hell?” you mumbled angrily.

In one swift motion, you snatched the polished Beretta model 81 from your purse, switching to the chaos of your racing thoughts.

Years had passed since you had slipped into the shadows, and retired, finally leaving behind the dangerous drug world and mainly trying to stay away your old flame, Unique.

You had traded the streets of Queens for the silence of the suburban neighborhood named Forest Hills, seeking refuge from the relentless cycle of death, betrayal, and the fear that always loomed over your shoulder.

With each careful step toward your front door, sharpened your senses, and you held the gun tightly, your fingers wrapped around its trigger as if it were an extension of yourself.

Once dismissed as nothing more than a simple country bumpkin from the small town of South Carolina, you transformed yourself into a feared drug queenpin in the gritty underbelly of Southside, Jamaica Queens, New York.

You earned a reputation as the most ruthless and calculating drug queenpin the streets had ever seen, commanding respect and fear in equal measure.

Your climb to power caught the attention of Unique, a formidable rival also competing for the top spot in the dangerous game of the drug world.

The competition between you ignited a spark, and what began as animosity soon evolved into a mutual attraction.

In the heat of those tense confrontations, the pent-up frustration morphed into something undeniable: you found yourself reaching out to Unique, inviting him into your life more for some good sex that left you both breathless.

As the nights unfolded, filled with passion and fervor, Unique fell for you—deeply and irrevocably.

And you, despite the chaos surrounding you, discovered that your heart mirrored his, entwining your fates in ways neither of you had expected.

When Unique loved, he loved deeply. He endured a vicious assault at the hands of his brother, Ronnie, who struck him with a steel pipe, leaving him severely injured.

Following this harrowing event, Unique managed to drag himself out of the woods and reached out to Early Tyler for assistance.

When your trusted right-hand man Marcus informed you that Unique had died and been buried, you instinctively suspected Ronnie's involvement.

The news shattered you, and you found yourself in tears. You had to leave this drug world once and for all.

However, upon seeing the news report on your television confirming Ronnie's death, a sense of relief washed over you.

You cautiously nudged the heavy front door open, its hinges groaning ominously. With a swift motion, you shut the door behind you, the sharp click of the lock echoing in the silence, sealing you inside.

Ever since that fateful night, Unique had clawed his way back, defying the odds that had so many convinced he was gone for good.

*You had once dismissed the whispers of his survival as mere folklore, but now an undeniable curiosity stirred within you—the need to witness the truth for yourself.*

In your home, you gradually walked in the kitchen, gripping a gun tightly in your hand. You flipped the light switch, brightening the spacious room with a warm, amber glow that bounced off the walls.

“Who the hell are you to break in my fucking house! Do you know who I am?” You hollered with authority, aiming your gun at the man.

Your nose caught a whiff of his familiar cologne, you wanted to believe it.

Your face contorted with confusion and shock, your jaw dropped once your eyes landed on that familiar glow of his gold chains, clinking together, the smell of cedar, a hint of something sweet from his cologne.

His low-cut fade is freshly trimmed, scars on the side of his face and his deep ebony skin glistens under the light, he was eating your favorite ice cream while his back leaned against the sink counter, and his deep brown eyes met yours.

It couldn't be him, right?

”U-Unique?” You spoke up, your voice cracked with heavy emotion.

He looked up and smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting in that way you remembered so well. “Damn, you ain't happy to see me, baby? You still aimin’ that gun at me, I ain’t no intruder; my bad for the sudden surprise,”

“Kadeem? I thought you were dead,” you lamented in worry, keeping your gun steady, though your hands trembled slightly.

He remembered that you called him by his real name during the conversations when it was serious. His face softened at you, tugging at his heartstrings.

“Yeah, well, rumors be wildin’. You know how it is,” he crooned, stepping closer, and placing the empty bowl and spoon in the sink.

“Put that fuckin’ gun down,” Unique shot back, his voice laced with frustration. His New York accent left his speech.

“Put my fuckin’ window down first and then lock it, don't ever do that scary shit again,” You shot back, your voice laced with emotion.

He wasn't dead, he was alive. Breathing right in front of you, you couldn't believe it. Unique still remembered you? You guessed with a head injury like that, he would have some memory loss.

You face softened at the sight of him, but you lowered the gun onto the counter, the clacker echoing in the room as the wind blew into the kitchen and Unique gently shut the window back down before spinning around, he locked it and walked back toward you.

Your lip quivered, feeling tears fall down your face before wiping them away, “Kadeem, why? Why would you come back and hurt me again like this?”

He pulled you close to face with his arms, making you face him forward with that sinful smirk of his. The feel of his hands was warm, against the fabric of your black dress.

Your hands stayed at your sides, not ready to touch him but it felt real. “I never wanted to hurt you, I love you.” Unique whispered to you, kissing the shell of your ear.

He leaned in close, his lips crashed against yours felt warm, soft and loving, you leaned in by kissing him back as your arms wrapped around his waist. “I love you too,” you mumbled, You could resist but lay your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

“Six months, that's how long were you out there? I heard that Ronnie was dead on the news, after that, I left the game for good,” You admitted firmly, pulling away to look at him.

“Listen, I didn’t come back to hurt you, I was layin’ low, and had to get back at Raq for takin’ my work from me,” he said frimly, dipping his head to catch your gaze. His tone filled with bitterness at the end.

“I came back 'cause I had to. Ain’t no way I was gonna let you think I was gone for good.”

You swallowed hard, the intensity of his stare making it hard to breathe. “You don’t get to just waltz back into my life after all this time! Do you have any idea what I went through?”

His grip on the counter tightened, desperation and longing in his eyes. “Yeah, I know. I heard things, baby. I thought I lost you for good. You think I wanted to leave you like that? You think I wanted you to think I was dead?”

“Then why’d you let me believe it?” you shot back, the anger in your voice laced with the pain of those lost years.

“Cause I had to get myself right for me, get my work back on these streets and let niggas know who to fear and who’s the king,” he replied, his voice audible and rough. That rasp in his tone made you shudder.

“I had to play dead to keep you safe Y/N. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you while I’m around, ya feel me?” Unique exclaimed, an evil smirk on his face with a dark chuckle.

His words hung in the air, heavy with love. You wanted to stay mad at him, but the truth was, you missed him. You missed the way he made you feel alive, the way he could pull you out of the darkest moments.

“Unique—” you started, but he cut you off, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Just let me explain baby,” he murmured, pulling you even closer until your bodies were flush against each other.

“I came back for you. You’re all I could think about, all the time I was gone. You’re my girl, you know that?” He said, his voice genuine.

The sincerity in his voice broke through your defenses, and you could feel the walls you’d built around your heart start to crumble. “You can’t just come back into my life and expect everything to be okay, Kadeem. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m not just any nigga. I’m Unique, remember? I don’t give up that easy, just ‘cause you’re done with the game, don't mean we done” he said, his smirk returning as he leaned in closer.

You could barely think, the way he was looking at you made your heart race. “You always did have a way with words,” you admitted, a small smile breaking through the tension.

“Damn right, I do, And I know what you need, baby. Let me show you.” he replied, his voice dropping lower as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours.

Before you could respond, Unique crashed his lips against yours, heat flowed through your body. It was like a dam had broken, all the pent-up desire and frustration of years away from each other flooding back in an instant.

Your lips melted against him, your hands finding their way to his face, tugging him closer as he deepened the kiss. “You've got all making up to do, you know that?”

“I ain't come here for the ice cream, now did I? Can I show you how much I missed you?” Unique flirted playfully, his voice raised an octave.

“Yes, please,” You spoke up, your voice was soft yet a bit desperate, not too much. It was all because you missed him that much, just feel him this much was enough to make you jump his bones.

Unique lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you against the cool granite. You lowered the zipper of his jacket, exposing his black t-shirt.

He removed his jacket and then took off his t-shirt, showing the healed patches faded on his ribs, while leaving his gold chains on.

"Take this off," Unique commanded, a rumbling from his voice made your pussy clench.

You slid off your dress, and threw it onto the floor, you had no bra which let your breasts fall out, and your brown nipples poked out, sliding off your shoes and socks.

His fingers deftly pushed your black panties to the side, sliding them off while his eyes caught the sticky line of your pussy from your panties, Unique smirked up at you.

“You’re this fuckin’ wet?” he brought up, his voice deepening. That deep yet slightly raspy voice of his made your pussy flutter, fuck. Unbuckling his belt, and unzipped his pants, kicking off his shoes and socks.

"Damn, your titties are hard and that pussy is wet. You missed me that much?” Unique shot back, his tongue glided across his lip. There he goes again, using that charm.

You spread your legs wide for him, while his middle finger circles your throbbing clit prompting your mouth to part wide, “Fuck yes, I missed you too,” you moaned softly, whimpering just how he liked it.

His fingers slipped between your wet folds with his thumb resting on your clit, pumping them in and out of you eliciting loud sweet moans from your lips, but it was much harder, yet loving, you remembered the safe word but you knew that both of you didn't want to stop.

“S-shit! ‘Nique!” you screamed out, your body shaking. His gold rings grazed your labia and clit, causing your pussy to tighten. The soft squelching sounds of your pussy swallowing his digits spurred him on, and a low groan aired out. You were so wet it was a bit embarrassing.

You turned your head to the side but his other hand wrapped around your neck, making you face him forward. “Don't hide that pretty face from me,” he whispered, sinking his teeth into your neck. You wanted more, Wrapping his mouth around your nipple, sucking it. Splattering across his wrist.

“Fuck!” you moaned, your hand rested on the nape of his neck. Was he trying to ruin you in this way? If you count the ways, he was like a hold you couldn't shake.

It was the same for Unique, he couldn't let you go even if he tried, and the thought of losing you scared him. He kept watch of you while he was laying low, and he heard the word on the street that you disappeared, vanished like a ghost.

It was true, he saw that outside

and you were gone from the game, but he never forgot you. He had to come back, to reclaim not his territory, but you too.

His gold jewelry glistens with your essence under the kitchen lights, Unique watching your body writhe against his fingers, the pleasure evident on on your face. “I couldn't take the thought of you bein’ gone Y/N, I had to see you,” He coaxed, his fingers slowing for a moment. Teasing you enough just to make you squirm.

“You can cum now,”

That was all it took to make your knees buckle, those knots in your stomach finally untie and your essence poured onto his fingers, he lifted your legs onto his shoulders and lapped his tongue onto your folds, you shook underneath him. “Fuck!” slurping and swallowing every trickle. “You taste so fuckin’ good, so beautiful when you cum like that,” he hummed softly, kissing your clit twice.

Unique pulled his fingers away and turned your body sideways on the counter, finally sliding off his pants, boxers. His dick in his hand, thick, and wide, his tip beading precum.

As he pushed into you, you gasped—your walls enveloping him, squeezing his dick tightly as he filled you completely inch by inch. “You know what'chu do to me baby?” he groaned, forcefully thrusting into you, feeling the thickness of his dick pulsate inside your wet walls.

“Oh fuck, Yes!” you gasped sharply, as your hands gripped his shoulders tight. The chill from the countertop made your nipples harden again, making you hiss.

He rutted his dick in and out you with all his might, as if his dick was a weapon, as if he was trying to reclaim everything he lost, every inch feeling you up. Your ass clapped against his thighs, causing a hot sensation, he fucked you till you went stupid, “I missed you so much,” Unique groans lowly, he meant it. He wanted you to feel his love just like his thrusts, deeply.

Unique grabbed your right leg and hooked it underneath his arm, thrusting even deeper, hitting a spot that made you squirt without even cumming, "Shit! Unique! please!” you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming you as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.

Your eyes rolled back and closed them shut, relishing in the blissful feeling. His hand roughly smacked your ass, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. “Look at you, so pretty like this?”

“Unique!” you screamed, your body convulsing as you rode out your orgasm, your essence spilling out while his warm jets of cum painted your walls, he groaned your name lowly while fucking you through your orgasm.

He made sure to bury much of his cum inside you, you shook and he leaned in for a long passionate kiss, your mouth parted for your tongues tangled together. “So beautiful,” he murmured, pulling away to leave a string of spit between both of you.

He pulled out of you, eliciting a feeble whine from you and a dark chuckle from him, lifting you off the counter before kissing your lips twice again.

You both collapsed against the counter, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. Unique pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as your thumb swiped over his cheek.

“I missed you,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I missed you too,” you admitted, your heart swelling with emotion as you snuggled closer to him. “But what now? What happens next?”

Unique looked down at you, his expression serious yet filled with warmth. “We take it one day at a time. I’m not goin’ anywhere this time. I promise.”

You smiled softly, still a bit unsure about everything for the future, especially Unique. “Okay,” you whispered softly.

But Unique wasn’t done with you yet. “Nah, baby, we ain’t done here, and I got more to show you.” he said, a playful smirk on his face as he lifted you up again, carrying you toward the bedroom.

You giggled, excitement bubbling within you as he laid you down on the soft sheets, his body hovering over yours. “You ready for round two?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Always,” you replied, your heart racing as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss once more.

Unique flipped you on your stomach, you knelt in the center of the bed, your heart racing with anticipation. "You ready, my love?" Unique asked, his voice soothing. You nodded, your eyes fixed on his.

"Yes," she spoke. He nestled himself behind her with his knees resting on the bed, his hands on her hips. He felt so warm, you missed his touch.

His other hand rested on the small of your back, your body melting into his touch. Sliding his dick back inside you, you moaned shakily and your body betraying you as it trembled with need. “Shit…you gon’ feel all of this dick, baby? You love it?” he taunted, smacking your ass.

“Yes! I love it! Please don’t stop!” you begged, your body responding to his every move, every thrust made you wetter, and tears blurred your vision.

“Damn right, you do, you’re mine, all mine. Ain’t nobody gonna take you from me again. You understand?” he growled, his voice dripping with lust.

“Yes, Unique! I understand!” you cried, the heat of his body against yours making you feel alive.

His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer as he thrust deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the bedroom. Drops of cum trickling onto the bedsheets, you were a babbling wet mess, he darkly chuckled, “Unique!” you screamed out, your hands clenching the blankets.

“Yeah, baby, you’re takin’ this dick so good. You were made for me, weren’t you?” he encouraged, his voice deep. Drilling into you with relentless thrusts, nails dug deep.

“Y-yes! I was made for you!” you moaned, your back arching against him as he picked up the pace. The sound of the bed creaking aired out, mixing with your breathy gasps and Unique’s deep groans.

“Look at you, all fucked out and wet already, you love me bein’ back in your life like this?” he teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Yes!” you admitted, your voice trembling as his hand gripped your neck gently, just enough to send shivers down your spine. The slight pressure made you feel lightheaded, and you couldn’t help but lean into it.

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand on your neck turned your head, almost giving you whiplash. He kissed your lips again voice dripping with lust.

He releases your neck, and your head falls onto the pillow, muffling your slurred moans. He felt the heat radiating from your body, and it drove him wild. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned lowly, biting down on his lip.

He was hitting all those right spots from the back that made you see stars, his dick went deeper and deeper, and your essence coated him completely. “Damn, I can see your pussy swallowin’ me up from back here,” he teased, peppering kisses up your back.

He fell in love all over again, each thrust made your legs feel like jello, and your knees go weak. “Baby, I'm cumming!” you felt yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Do it,”

After those words, the coil finally snapped, and you cried out, your body shuddering in pleasure as your essence spilled out onto his dick completely. Unique followed right after, his warm cum filling you as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, groaning your name after kissing your skin.

Unique collapsed beside you, both of you panting heavily, hearts racing in unison. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Damn, baby, you good?” he murmured, his voice softening as he brushed your box braids away from your face.

*You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I'm good.”*

He kissed your forehead gently, a tender gesture that made your heart swell. “I’ll figure this out, okay? I still got some work out here to do.”

You chuckled softly, the tension of the past melting away as you nestled into his side. “Okay, be safe out there.”

“Good, Now, let’s get some sleep. ” he replied, a satisfied grin on his face.

You nodded, feeling safe and secure in his embrace, knowing that the future with was quite uncertain right now, you knew that he was risking his life every day, but you? You were out of the way, retired from the bullshit of that world, no longer apart of it but you had money coming in every day. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt peace for yourself tonight, to be back with Unique was going to be roller coaster ride.

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[jazziejax]

𝐍𝐨.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Kadeem ‘Unique’ Mathis x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Sometimes, having too much heart could be the death of you. It’s the main reason Mo acted the way she did, the answer was always no if it was t in her best interest. But for some reason, when trouble was dragged into her home, saying no was harder than ever.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - use of the n-word, mentions of violence, injury, language, mild angst, and a character struggling with head trauma-induced mood swings.

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - this was more for me than anyone else, idk if yall get done with Joey over here like that. UNEDITED, sorry for any grammar mistakes and spelling errors. Hope you guys enjoy!!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 6, 055+

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨,

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐚, 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑

The orange streetlights outside cast long shadows over the brownstone’s stoop as Early sighed, tapping his fingers against his watch leaned against the side of his car. This was the third huff of breath he let out, becoming another as his eyes flickered around him, taking in the sound of the never sleeping city.

He looked up at the sound of the door unlocking, watching as his cousin emerged from the inside. She stood in the dim glow of the moonlight and the street lamps, coming out in an oversized Knicks T-shirt, her hair wrapped up in a silk scarf with rollers and Teddy bear slippers. Her fine was sure of hunched, her arms folded to offer herself some sort of beat so she wasn’t shivering in the cold.

She walked down her steps, a scowl on her face e at the sight of her shady and lowdown ass cousin.

They didn’t exchange any words she when stood before him, she just started at his tired face with her usual glare. She then aggressively shrugged at him, urging the man to bring up what this entire impromptu meeting at 2:30am was about. Early just sighed before leaning off of the truck and moving from in front of the door. She blinked at him before her eyes glanced into the window be no longer blocked. Her eyes landed on an unconscious man in his passenger seat.

Her deep brown eyes flickered from Early to the broken man beside him, and instantly, her expression soured more than before.

“No.”

Her tone was flat as she shrugged her shoulders with crossed her arms.

Early sighed. “Mo, c’mon.”

“No.” She repeated, firmer this time. “You know what time it is, Early? And you got the nerve to be knocking on my door with—” She gestured at man. “—this?Whatever this is, I ain’t interested.”

Early rubbed his forehead. “Look, I just need you to let him crash for a few days.”

Mo’nique cocked her head at him, a deep scowl on her face. “And why the hell would I do that?”

“‘Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ caretaker.” Early said, exasperated. “You got a good heart. And a nursing license.”

Mo’nique scoffed. “You must think I’m stupid or some, nigga? What the hell did you bring to my doorstep, Earl?”

Early scratched his chin, looking anywhere but at her. “A favor, Mo. I did what I had to do, but I ain’t got time to be playin’ caretaker. I just need you to keep an eye on him ‘til he back on his feet.” He said. But Mo’s face didn’t change, she just started at the man, blinking once. Early hesitated, closing his eye and letting out a brief sigh before he then tried a different approach. “He ain’t got nobody else right now, Mo.” He said, staring at the younger woman with a slight solemn look. “He’s a good brotha in a bad situation.” He said.

She exhaled deeply, her gaze shifting back to Unique. He hadn’t said a word, leaned against the window, and he could see his labored breathing from where she stood. Her face was hardened into a frown as she looked back at her cousin, giving the man a duty look up and down. Finally, Mo’nique stepped aside. “Get him inside before my neighbors start asking questions.” She mumbled. Early let out a small sight at that, being his head in a quick prayer and a gesture of gratitude to the woman before him. He didn’t waste time. He guided Unique through the door, helping him onto the couch. Unique sank into it with a quiet wince, eyes closing for a moment.

She didn’t even linger to help Earky get the man out of the car, just turned on her heel to hold the door open for the men. She stood about ten feet away from the truck, watching as her cousin helped Unique out of the car. He was barely able to stand, leaning heavily against the door once he was up, his breathing ragged.

Early held the man up with a sigh, glancing down at him. “Man, you better not bleed on this lady couch. She’ll kill you ‘fore whatever did this to you finish the job. He strained out. Unique didn’t respond, just blinked sluggishly, his breath shallow.

Once he was closer, Mo’nique could see the quick stitch work on his face was holding, but he still looked like hell—bruises swelling, his jacket damp with blood that hadn’t fully dried, even though it looked like he changed. “What’s his name?” She asked as they stumbled up her steps, arms crossed. “They paused briefly in front of her, her cousin blinking at her before he answered.

“Unique.” He said, but there was a grumble of the same name from the man that held him. Early glanced at the beaten brotha in his arms, shaking his head subtly. Mo’nique just hummed. “Right.” She said before letting out a small sigh, not even questioning the weird name of the entirely odd situation.

Earl guided Unique through the door, helping him onto the couch. Unique sank into it with plush but old sofa with a quiet wince, eyes closed.

Mo’nique eased her way over to stand above him, arms still crossed. She furrowed her brows, looking at his face in the new lighting of her table side lamps. She slight winced. “You need to go to a hospital.”

Unique let out a soft groan and shook his head slowly. “Can’t.” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper. Mo’nique blinked down at the man before her eyes drifted to her cousin. “You owe me, nigga. Big time.” She said, looking him up and down. Earl sighed. “I’ll get you your money when he’s able to give me mine.” He said, gesturing over to Unique.

“Nah, you’ll get me what I ask you to get me, when I ask.” She stated firmly. Early let out a sharp sigh, becoming pissed off with the woman but trying not to show it. “Aight, Mo, damn.” He said, scoffing softly at her. Mo’nique exhaled sharply before her gaze drifted back over to the man on her couch, eyes scanning Unique from head to toe. She was no fool. She’d seen hurt men before—neighbors, old boyfriends, folks who got caught up in things they shouldn’t have. And a man like him? The kind that avoided hospitals? That meant trouble.

And just let it walk on through her home and onto her couch.

She shifted her weight, glancing back over at her cousin. “How long?”

“Uh, a couple days.” Early gave her a tight smile with a meek shrug.

Mo’nique narrowed her eyes. “That’s what you say.” She scoffed.

Unique, still barely upright, lifted a shaky hand. “Just need a place to lay low.” He muttered in a barely audible and scratchy voice. Mo’nique wasn’t to sure if he could hear everything they were saying or not, but there were money where he genuinely look knifed out, so maybe they were fading in and out to him.

Mo’nique studied the tattered man for a beat longer, then sighed, stepping aside. “Fine. But if he dies in here, that’s on you, Early.”

Early clapped his hands together at that. “Aight, well… my job here is done.” He said with a small sigh.

Mo’nique shot him a glare. “You better get me my money for this, Early.”She warned again, only to get waved off by the older man. “Yeah, yeah. You two play nice.” He said.

Early grinned, patting Unique on the shoulder before turning back to walk to the front door. “You’ll be good, Nique. Mo’nique here got a soft spot for helpless things.” He said before letting out a small laugh.

Mo’nique shot him a glare. “Nigga, get the fuck outta my house.” She said as she waked behind him to the front door. She shut and locked the door behind him, engulfing the house in its usual silence that Mo’Nique enjoyed. She let out a tried sigh before moving back over to her living room.

Mo’nique studied him for a beat. Then, without another word, she disappeared into the bathroom off side of the living room hall. When she returned, she had a first-aid kit in one hand and a damp washcloth in the other.

She didn’t waste time. She had work in a few hours, and she wanted to get at least a little more sleep before her alarm went off.

Settling onto the edge of the couch, she pressed the warm cloth against his skin, gently wiping away the dried blood and grime. Unique barely stirred, his breathing slow and heavy. He was out cold, but every now and then, his eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused. He didn’t say anything, just blinked sluggishly before his lids drooped shut again.

Mo’nique didn’t bother speaking either. There was no need. She just worked in silence, making quick, light passes over his face—no harsh scrubbing, no stinging antiseptics. She wasn’t trying to wake him up, just clean him up enough so he didn’t bleed all over her couch.

Once she was satisfied, she dabbed a little ointment over the worst of the swelling. He barely reacted. His body was too drained to flinch.

With a small sigh, she tossed the cloth aside and snapped the first-aid kit shut. She leaned back, arms crossing as she studied him one last time. He looked bad, but he’d live.

And that was all she needed to know.

Standing up, she stretched her arms above her head, letting out a quiet yawn. “I don’t know what the hell I just got myself into.” She muttered under her breath as she grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and using it to cover him as best as she could. She then glanced at him one last time before turning away.

With that, Mo’nique shut off the living room light and headed back to bed for a few good hours of sleep before 8:00am.

But that sleep didn’t last as long as she wanted it to.

The apartment was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old brownstone settling in the night. Mo’nique stirred, eyes blinking open to the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through her bedroom window. It wasn’t unusual for her to wake up at odd hours—sometimes it was just her body’s way of reminding her she needed water, other times, it was the silence itself that roused her. She glanced over at her clock, seeing 4:07am beaming at her with its red light.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, slipping her feet into her teddy bear house slippers before she made her way toward the kitchen. But as she stepped into the hallway, she heard it—a rough, labored cough from the living room.

Mo’nique paused, listening. Another cough, deeper this time, followed by the faint sound of shifting fabric, like someone struggling to move. The sound did scare her briefly before she remembered that she was now harboring a beaten man. Her lips pressed together, and she sighed, turning toward the living room instead.

Unique was still on the couch, but he looked worse than when she left him. His breathing was shallow, his head turned slightly toward the armrest, sweat dampening his forehead. His body was tense, as if even in sleep, he couldn’t find rest.

Then he coughed again, barely lifting a shaky hand to cover it.

Mo’nique frowned, shaking her head as she turned back toward the kitchen. If this fool didn’t want to go to a hospital, the least he could do was drink some damn water. She thought. She grabbed a glass, filled it, then hesitated before reaching for a straw. He was barely holding himself up earlier, and she had a feeling it wasn’t any better now.

When she returned to the couch, Unique’s eyes were half-open but unfocused, staring at nothing. He wasn’t fully there, lost somewhere between exhaustion and fever.

Mo’nique crouched beside him, setting the glass on the coffee table. “Hey,” She called softly. “You awake?”

Unique didn’t respond at first, just shifted slightly with a wince. Then, his lips parted, voice hoarse and slurred. “…Ronnie…”

Mo’nique stilled. Then she blinked in confusion.

Ronnie?

She didn’t know the name, but there was something in the way he said it—something dark, something raw.

Unique shifted again, a faint grimace crossing his features. “When I get to him…” he muttered in a threatening tone, but his voice was barely above a breath. “When I—”

His words faded into another cough, and Mo’nique sighed, grabbing the glass.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” She murmured, slipping a hand under his shoulder. “You need to drink somethin’ before you choke on your own damn thoughts.”

Unique barely reacted as she helped lift him just enough to bring the straw to his lips. At first, he didn’t drink, and she was about to scold him for being difficult in his sleep. But then he took a slow sip, then another, his body trembling from the effort.

Mo’nique held the glass steady, pausing when his breathing hitched like it hurt just to swallow. “Take it slow.” She muttered. “Ain’t no need to rush.” She said softly, watching as he drank the water helplessly. She then felt the weight of him sag against her slightly, like he was too tired to hold himself up any longer.

After a few more sips, he pulled away, mumbling something under his breath.

Mo’nique furrowed her brows before she leaned in. “What?” She asked.

Unique’s eyelids fluttered, his voice even weaker than before. “…Shouldn’t be here.”

Mo’nique exhaled through her nose, lowering him back onto the couch. “Yeah, well. Neither should I.” She sighed.

She placed the glass back on the table and grabbed the small towel she’d left nearby earlier, dabbing the sweat from his forehead. He barely reacted, already drifting again, his face still tense even in sleep. Whatever happened to him—whatever this Ronnie did—it wasn’t just his body that took the hit.

Mo’nique sat there for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths. Then she sighed, stood up, and pulled the blanket higher over him.

“Get some rest.” She muttered, more to herself than him. “You’re gonna need it.”

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The soft hum of Mary J. Blige’s “Love No Limit” played from the radio on Mo’nique’s dresser as she swayed her hips lightly, lint rolling her scrubs. Mornings in her home were hers alone—quiet, routine, familiar.

She had woken up before sunrise, her body trained to start the day early after years of working long shifts as a home nurse, not matter how much sleep she was running off of. She showered first, letting the steam ease the stiffness in her muscles, then wrapped her towel tightly as she moved through the house, making her usual rounds—checking her mail, pulling out an outfit, and applying a fresh coat of cocoa butter to her skin.

Now, dressed in navy-blue scrubs with a baby’s blue thermal under shirt, Mo’nique stood at her vanity, smoothing her baby hairs with a toothbrush dipped in pomade. Gold earrings, check. Brown lip liner, check. A final spritz of White Diamonds perfume? Check.

She gave herself one last glance in the mirror before heading to the kitchen with her nurses bad in her hand. But before she could reach for her coffee mug, she glanced toward the living room.

Right. Him.

She made her way over, peering down at Unique where he was still sprawled on the couch. He hadn’t moved much since last night—his face was still bruised, his breathing still shallow, but at least he was still breathing. His forehead wasn’t as damp as before, but she wasn’t taking chances. If this man was gonna lay up in my house, I ain’t about to let him die in it. She thought.

Quietly, she stepped away and grabbed a bottle of Tylenol from the cabinet, along with a couple of water bottles and a sleeve of saltine crackers. Setting them on the coffee table beside him, she huffed.

“Don’t say I never did nothin’ for you,” She muttered before disappearing into her bathroom to grab the small trash can, just in case he needed it.

She glanced around the room, thinking. If he woke up confused, he’d need to know where things were.

Crossing her arms, she spoke, not even checking to see if he was actually listening. “Bathroom’s down the hall.” She said, nodding in that direction. “If you gotta throw up or whatever, I’d rather you do it there than on my damn couch but I brought the trash just in case.”

She moved her hand toward the kitchen. “If you need something else to eat, the kitchen’s right there. Ain’t much, but it’ll hold you over.”

Then, after a pause, she exhaled. “And if you need some clothes—” She hesitated, before rolling her eyes at herself as she scratched her forehead. “Bottom drawer in my room. Some of my ex’s shit still there. Ain’t nobody comin’ back for it, so you might as well.” She shrugged.

Unique didn’t respond, but Mo’nique didn’t expect him to. She eyed him for a moment longer before smoothing out her scrub shirt and grabbing her purse.

“Alright, I’m out.” She said, mostly to herself.

She turned toward the door, but before she stepped out, she glanced back one last time. Unique still hadn’t moved, but there was something about the way his fingers twitched slightly, the way his chest rose just a little more than before.

Mo’nique shook her head, muttering under her breath as she grabbed her keys.

“Don’t die in my house.”

And with that, she was gone.

The sound of the front door clicking shut barely registered in Unique’s mind. He wasn’t fully awake—not really. His body felt heavy, weighed down by pain and exhaustion, and even though the apartment had settled into silence, his head was still loud.

Ronnie.

His name stuck to the inside of his skull like gum on pavement, the memories flashing in and out of his mind. The weight of his brother on top of him, the sharp crack of fists colliding with his ribs, the copper taste of blood in his mouth.

Unique gritted his teeth, shifting slightly, but the sharp pain in his side had him hissing through clenched teeth. Shit.

For a few minutes—or maybe longer, he wasn’t sure—he just laid there, trying to steady his breathing. He could still smell the faint scent of Mo’nique’s perfume in the air, mixed with something warm, something homey. Cinnamon and Cocoa butter.

He cracked his eyes open just enough to see the living room bathed in soft morning light. His gaze landed on the coffee table—a bottle of water, some Tylenol, crackers. As well as the television remote.

He swallowed, his throat dry as hell. Had she left that for him?

With slow, careful movements, Unique forced himself up just enough to reach for the water. Even that small effort felt like hell. His arms were weak, his ribs screaming in protest, but he managed to unscrew the cap and take a sip.

The water was cold, running down his throat like relief itself.

He sat there for a moment, staring at nothing, before reaching for the Tylenol. It took more effort than he wanted to admit to shake out two pills, but eventually, he got them down with another sip of water.

Leaning back against the couch, he exhaled, his body still aching but his mind slowly sharpening.

Mo’nique. Her face was sort of blurred in his mind, nothing but brown skin and her lingering scent the only thing he cold decipher at the moment. She didn’t talk much, a woman of few words, but she wasn’t dumb because she didn’t ask any questions. She knew he wasn’t just some random man her cousin dumped on her doorstep. And yet—she ain’t ask no questions.

He frowned slightly and couldn’t help but ask his leg why.

Most people would’ve been running their mouths, pressing him about what happened, trying to figure out who he was, what he did. But she just took care of him, gave him space. Left him with what he needed.

Unique glanced toward the hallway next to the TV. He could hear her voice in his head, that slight edge of attitude as she pointed out where everything was.“Bathroom’s down the hall… Kitchen’s right there… If you need some clothes—bottom drawer in my room.” Unique clenched his jaw, considering. He did have to piss.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself up. His body protested the whole way. His ribs felt like they were wrapped in barbed wire, tight and unforgiving, but he gritted his teeth and swung his legs off the couch. His feet hit the floor, the coolness of the hardwood grounding him for a moment. Every movement sent sharp pains through his body, his stomach twisting in discomfort, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand.

He exhaled slowly, steadying himself. The apartment was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Empty in a way he wasn’t used to. No buzzing street corners, no boys posted up, no threats lingering in the air. Just the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance, the soft hum of an old fridge. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting long slants of gold across the floor.

For a brief second, he considered just staying put. Letting sleep pull him back under. But his body had other needs, and he wasn’t about to piss himself on Mo’nique’s couch.

With slow, deliberate movements, he pushed up from the cushions, gripping the arm of the couch as his legs adjusted beneath him. The room tilted slightly, his vision swimming for a moment before he found his balance. His side throbbed something fierce, but he ignored it, dragging himself toward the hallway.

Damn. This shit had him weaker than he thought.

After steadying himself, he made his way to the bathroom. The door she’d pointed to was slightly ajar. He nudged it open, stepping inside and bracing himself against the sink before dozing his best to relive himself in the toilet.

Afterwards, she turned back to the sink. He washed his hands before splashed cold water onto his face, wincing as the liquid met the cuts and bruises along his cheekbone. It stung, but it woke him up a little more, gave him something to focus on besides the dull roar of pain. He avoided looking at his reflection too long—he knew he looked like hell.

Making his way back to the living room, Unique eased himself down onto the couch, his body already demanding more rest.

He exhaled, his mind still circling the same thought over and over.

Ronnie.

What he was gonna do when he got to him.

His fingers curled into a loose fist, but exhaustion pulled at him before he could think too hard.

Eventually, his eyes slid shut again.

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The elevator in the old Harlem apartment building was out again, which meant Mo’nique had to take the stairs. Five flights.

She huffed, adjusting the strap of her leather tote on her shoulder as she climbed. She had done this every weekday for the past two years, but that didn’t make it any less of a pain.

By the time she reached Apartment 5C, she took a quick breath to steady herself before knocking.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open.

“’Bout time,” Mr. James grumbled, leaning on his cane. “You gettin’ slower or these stairs gettin’ steeper?” He asked with an amused grin.

Mo’nique smirked. “I’d say both.” She said with a small huff.

The old man stepped aside, letting her in.

The apartment smelled like mothballs and Sunday dinner, mixed with the sounds of jazz records. The scent of simmering greens mixed with something sweet—probably Miss Doretha’s peach cobbler cooling on the counter. The couple had been married for 62 years, and even though they bickered nonstop, they still moved like two halves of the same soul.

“Doretha in the kitchen?” Mo’nique asked as she set her bag down.

“Where else would she be?” Mr. James muttered, moving to sit in his recliner. “Woman ain’t let me cook in 30 years.” He grumbled with his eyes trained on the television.

Mo’nique laughed, but as she glanced at him, she took note of the way he lowered himself into the chair. Slower than last week. More stiff.

“You takin’ them arthritis pills like I told you?” she asked with a quirked brow, already knowing the answer. Mr. James waved her off. “Them damn pills make me drowsy. I got things to do.” He huffed, only glancing at her before his eyes went back to ‘Good Times’.

“Like what?” Mo’nique asked, placing her hands in her hips.

“Like mindin’ my business.” He said.

Mo’nique rolled her eyes with a scoff, but she let it slide—for now. She had more pressing things to handle. “You is trouble, James.” She said with a small smile, giving him a faux reprimanding finger before turning away. She stepped into the kitchen, where Miss Doretha stood at the stove, stirring a pot of greens.

“Morning, sweetheart.” The older woman greeted, smiling warmly.

“Morning, Miss Doretha. Smells good in here.” Mo’nique said, inhaling deeply.

“Well, I gotta keep this man fed, or else he start actin’ up.” She replied in a moaning tired tone, tilting her head toward the living room as she rolled her eyes. All a roux about the man she loved deeply.

Mo’nique chuckled. “Yeah, I noticed.” She said before shitting her work bag down in the kitchen table. She grabbed a pair of gloves from her tote and got to work, first checking Miss Doretha’s blood pressure—steady, thank God. Then her blood sugar—a little high, but nothing too alarming.

“You eatin’ too many sweets?” Mo’nique asked knowingly, looking at the woman.

Doretha scoffed. “Just a little taste of cobbler last night.” She waved off.

“Uh-huh.” Mo’nique arched a brow. “And what about the night before?” She asked with a small tilt of her head.

The older woman smiled sheepishly. “Just a little taste then, too.”

“Yeah, that what I thought.” The nurse muttered. Mo’nique shook her head, but she couldn’t be mad. A little joy went a long way at their age.

After finishing up with Doretha, she went back to check on James—gently massaging his stiff joints, stretching his legs, making sure his blood pressure wasn’t creeping up again.

“You know, you keep skippin’ them pills, you gonna be walkin’ with two canes soon.” She warned.

Mr. James grumbled, but he didn’t argue.

After a few bite hours of care, a fresh round of bickering between the couple, and Miss Doretha forcing Mo’nique to take a plate of food to go, she finally packed up her things.

As she slipped on her coat, Miss Delores gave her a knowing look. “You alright, baby?” She asked, her brows furrowed softly as she looked at the woman.

Mo’nique blinked. “Yeah, why?” She asked.

“You seem a little… preoccupied.”

Mo’nique hesitated for a split second, a quick thought of the man laid up on her couch at this moment.

“Nah, I’m good.” She said, brushing it off. “Just a long morning.” She said softly.

Doretha studied her for a moment before nodding.

“Well, whatever it is, don’t let it worry you too much,” She said, patting Mo’nique’s hand. “You young. Got your whole life ahead of you.” She reassured. Mo’nique smiled, squeezing the older woman’s hand in return. “Thank you, Miss Doretha.” She sighed.

“And you need to be having some babies round here.” James chimed in from his chair in the living room. That caused Mo’nique’s smile to drop as she threw her head back with a sigh, although she was a bit amused, while Doretha turned ti the man with a frown. “James!”

“I’m not playing.” James said.

“Okay! Thank you, Mr.James!” Mo’nique cut in before the couple could start arguing. “I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” And with that, she headed out, the scent of peach cobbler following her down the hall, as well as the faint sound of the couple bickering.

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Mo’nique was sort of exhausted.

The winter chill clung to her skin as she made her way up the steps of her home, her tote bag heavier than it had been this morning. It had been a long day, filled with stubborn elders, last-minute pharmacy runs, and more stairs than she cared to count.

She let out a deep sigh as she unlocked the door, already looking forward to a hot shower and a quiet evening—except she had company.

When Mo’nique got back home, the apartment was dim, the only light coming from the TV flickering across the living room. She dropped her keys onto the counter that divided her small dining room from the view of the front door, kicking off her shoes. Her body was strained from such a long shift. She hadn’t expected much—maybe Unique would still be asleep, maybe he’d left, maybe he had gone through the food she left him.

But instead, she found him sitting on the couch, awake.

He wasn’t watching TV, though. Just sitting there, legs stretched out, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh. His face was still banged up, but at least he looked a little more like himself. More alert.

He turned his head as she walked in, his sharp eyes dragging over her. Assessing. She wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but she let him look. The aroma of baked chicken, rice, collard greens, and cornbread still clung to the takeout container she carried, the scent making her stomach tighten.

“Miss Doretha over-packed the plate again.” She muttered as she moved to the kitchen to set it down on the counter. “Swear she be actin’ like I got kids to feed or some.” She said. She wasn’t expecting a response, but Unique let out a low huff—maybe not quite a laugh, but the closest thing to one she’d heard from him yet.

“You hungry?” She asked, glancing over at him from the kitchen, which they could see each other from.

He hesitated for half a second before giving a small nod. Mo’nique didn’t make a big deal out of it. She just grabbed two plates, splitting the food between them, making sure there was a little bit of everything on each plate. She poured him a glass of water, too, then carried everything over to the couch.

“Here.” She handed him his plate first, setting the water on the coffee table before settling beside him with her own food, eyes in the TV.

Unique shifted, adjusting his grip on the plate, but the second he tried to lift his fork, his hand shook. It wasn’t much—just a tremor—but it was enough to make the rice slip right off his fork before he could get it to his mouth.

He clenched his jaw, tried again. Same result.

Mo’nique watched him struggle for a few moments before exhaling softly. She set her own plate aside, reaching over without a word. She scooped up a bite of food, bringing it toward him. Unique’s brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t argue at first. He let her feed him, eyes trained on her face, jaw clenching every now and then, but he took the food without complaint.

Until he didn’t.

The next time she lifted the fork, his hand shot up, smacking it away. Not hard, but enough to make the food drop back onto the plate.

“Nah.” He snapped, voice low and tight. “Ain’t no damn baby.”

Mo’nique paused, leveling him with a look. Unique was breathing hard, nostrils flared, anger flickering behind his eyes. She could see it, see the way it bubbled up from nowhere, hot and fast. Head trauma would do that—shortened fuse, paranoia and anxiety, emotions running wild before he could stop them.

But she wasn’t the one.

She leaned back slightly, taking the plate from his lap and setting it in the table in front of them before folding her arms. “And I ain’t got time for no attitude.” She said, voice cool. “You was obviously struggling because you were beat to fucking hell and back, what, a day ago? I was just trynna help you out. But I don’t have to do a damn thing. And I damn sure won’t take you talking time be any type of way.” She said, her tone not even ending in anger as she simply started at the man. “So, you hungry or not?” She asked, tilting her head towards the plate on the table.

Unique didn’t respond right away, jaw tightening like he was trying to swallow his pride.

“’Cause if not,” Mo’nique continued, picking up her plate again, “You can sit here and sulk while I eat. Don’t make no difference to me.”

The silence stretched between them. His fingers twitched against his thigh, and for a second, she thought he’d snap again. But then he exhaled sharply, glancing away.

“…Just gimme the damn plate,” He muttered.

Mo’nique blinked at him before she handed it over without another word, watching as he adjusted his grip and forced himself to eat on his own. His eyes didn’t look at her as he ate, caught in his own thoughts and concentration on eating properly. It was slow, and a little messy, but he managed.

And she let him.

Because as much as she wasn’t about to put up with his bullshit, she understood his frustration. He wasn’t used to this. To needing help. To accepting it. He was no longer the same man he was before and they both knew that, even if she had no clue who he was. So she couldn’t be angry with him, even if he was being a tad rude and now staying in her house. But what Earl said was right. She had heart, and even if it didn’t seem like that all the time in the outside, she was too forgiving.

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What A Woman Wants; Fun

JoeyBada$$ X BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: Basically pwp, Strangers sex(don’t be her, this is crazy lmao), Mentions of intoxication (the reg shit), Daddy kink(surprise, surprise), Public sex, Bathroom sex(kinda?), No protection (WRAP IT BEFORE YA SMACK IT), Dirty talk cause yeah, Unedited (girl im tired, sorry)

SUMMARY: What’s the point of going out if you can’t have fun?

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She honestly had no business being out this late, especially downtown. But, she was a sucker for pretty lights and good music, she needed an excuse to wear a sexy dress with heels way too tall and she wanted to score free drinks, which she successfully did with the bat of her long eyelashes, successfully pulling in anyone that looked her way like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

One of them were for sure to be her victim tonight, and she knew exactly who by the time she was sipsy and on the dance floor.

Bodies crowded all around her, moving to the beats of soca and dancehall music bumping through speakers loud enough to almost damage hearing. The air was nearly polluted with weed smoke.

All she focused on was moving her hips to the rhythm and giving the man behind her a show better than he had seen in all his years of living even if it was just a simple whine of her waist, she was gonna make it look as sexy as it could be as her mini dress rode up the cup of her ass with every swirl. She didn’t care.

“No panties?”

He asks as his hands trail up the front of her thighs, breath warm against the neck he had riddled hickeys on seconds ago. His voice was deep, a new york accent prevalent all throughout that made her pussy scream fuck me till the sun up, or at least till I tell you to fuck off.

She shakes her head slowly and licks her lips, her crimped curls falling into her face as she continued to whine up against him, pulling him closer behind her by the back of his neck.

He didn’t even have to ask, really. He knew the feeling of pussy in his lap when he felt it, clothed or not.

“I was hoping later tonight i’d get this dress ripped off and fucked like I deserved to be”

He let out a low moan from her forwardness, his heart skipping a beat behind his rib cage and his hands gripping hard on her waist to help control the fluidness of her movements. She could just feel his hard dick against her ass, twitching underneath the restricting true religion jeans at each word she devilishly spoke to him.

As they danced, there were moans leaving their mouths that only they could hear, thumping in her core that only she could feel. His breathing against her ear had her hot with arousal, a large hand with fingers decorated with jewelry coming up to wrap around her throat and grip to keep her grinding just in the right place. She whimpers softly as her dancing stutters, the girl feeling a nudge at her entrance from his erection.

“Keep doing that shit imma have to fuck you right in the middle of this club, ma” He spoke against her ear again, pressing harder against her. Without any other thought, she nodded needly as if he had asked her instead, earning a smack to her ass that would have made her almost stumble forward if it wasn’t for him holding her back against his chest.

“Outside. Now”

There was bass in his voice, just enough to make her quickly break away from him to follow instructions.

He watched every single step, her dress repeating rolling up the curve of her ass on each click of the six inchers her feet were screaming to get out of, but she would just have to ignore it for the night. Making it to the bathroom in the heels wasn’t even the hard part, it was actually staying up right in them when getting pounded standing up.

Fucking in a bathroom hallway wasn’t ideal, but they couldn’t wait to get to her apartment, his, or even his car.

One leg lifted and held up on his shoulder with her back against a wall, his hands gripped onto her waist to keep her in place as her hands grabbed a hold of his biceps. Thank god for flexibility gained by her stretching that morning.

She heard the sound of his chains clanking against his chest and felt the cold material of them against her leg with every movement in, the feeling of cool metal on her skin being just enough to add onto her pleasure.

“Give it to me!”

She begged breathlessly and he gladly obliged, slightly bending his knees to hit that secret spot that had her toes curling into her shoes. At any point anyone could walk out and see them. See her bent and surrendering to him. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Say my name, ma”

She didn’t even know the niggas name, but her immediate response was—

“DADDY!”

And he happily accepted it. The tip of his dick effortlessly found her gspot in no time and he wasted nothing to continue to press up against it, leaving her a babbling mess. It was like he had broken free a dam, pussy responding to his beck and call by soaking him and pulling him deeper.

He curses under his breath, praising her on how good she was taking him with no prep beforehand.

“You’re so fucking deep!”

Her tummy swirled when she felt the tip of him sit at the button of her belly button, her eyes widening.

“That’s how you like it, right? Lemme know, baby, I wanna make this pussy get right”

He moans, his lips brushing against hers just before he pecks them once to get his fix.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!”

He made her forget she had free will to cover her mouth as she did truly wonder about the volume of her voice right now even with music playing, but she was too caught up in the strokes he was delivering, a sudden slow swirl of his hips to reposition himself followed by a hard press into her that filled her to the brim taking all of her breath away. He could listen to her whimpering like that for hours.

“I know, baby, I know. Let that shit out, I wanna feel that pussy cum for me”

He encouraged her, a lopsided grin growing on his face as he watched her completely lose it. He himself couldn’t even contain a manageable volume, but he also didn’t care like she did. He was gonna make his noise regardless. Let her know that pussy was good.

“When we done imma need that number, ma. You call me whenever, aight?” He spoke in between doing his damage, his eyes now focusing on where they met.

She moans in agreement since that was all she could really do without her voice breaking. He understood because he could feel the choking squeeze of her walls, her cream sticking to his balls and making the clapping sound way more apparent. He could feel that ribbon in his lower stomach slowly, but surely begin to tighten and his love sounds started to get more fluent.

“Pretty ass face, good fuckin’ pussy. You deserved some dick tonight, ma”

“You hear that shit? Wet ass pussy”

“Let daddy get you that nut, baby, wet that dick up”

The sounds of his deep voice set off throbbing in her clit and she only needed one more thing to push her over the edge again, and he supplied exactly what was needed.

He looks into her eyes with intention to break her and lets go of one side of her hip, bringing his thumb to her mouth and allowing her to suck. She did so proudly, bobbing her head and humming out moans until he pulled out and pressed the pad of his thumb against her aching clit, rubbing small circles.

“Oh- Oh shit! I’m-“

She shuttered before her knee buckled and her head flew back, thankfully a few inches away from a wall so she didn’t hurt herself. He caught her and made sure she stayed up right, still playing with her clit as his hips bucked and stuttered in sync with hers, his own release triggered by the tightening of her warm walls. There was no pulling out from then, He would have just had to make sure he bought her a pill the next morning.

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💌~ i deadass can’t tell if i like this or not and it’s bugging me 💀 hopefully yall fw it tho. Had to go back to my roots with an og rq cause nobody like answering me apparently! (apart from the two babes that did, love yall down <3)

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FAMILY AFFAIR.

JOEY BADA$$ x @thatone-girly 🤎

SUMMARY: in which Jo-Vaughn persuades Bianca to go on a family trip with him and their son. little does she know, the trip was a plot to get her back. ✨

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"𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡' 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢' 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟," Bianca chuckled, folding up the clean and dry colored laundry, as she shook her head and Nia laughed at her reaction, "okay, finish the story. tell me how the date ended."

"okay so, after him talkin' about himself the whole date and not even giving me room to talk, reply, add on to what he was sayin' — nothing at all, the waiter came and dropped our bill off. after he paid for our food, this muh'fucka' said "you the quiet type, huh?" and bitch... when i tell you it took everything in me not to yell at that man inside that restaurant with all them white folks in there," Nia exhaled dramatically, curling her ginger hair, as Bianca let out a giggle and folded her cropped tank top, "that man was literally about to have me lookin' like a crazy ass mad black woman! like, nigga, this ain't no Tyler Perry movie!"

"and i'm not bitter. i'm mad as hell!" Bianca mimicked, quoting a line from "Diary of a Mad Black Woman", as she and Nia laughed in sync and Nia slightly jumped from almost burning her hand with her curling iron.

"bathe him, feed him, clothe him... uh, stop makin' those bubbles," Nia quoted, pointing her curling iron at her phone, as Bianca giggled and sat the folded laundry inside the large white basket, picking it up and tucking it under her arm while she grabbed her phone and headed for the staircase, "it's safe to say that i ain't go home with him and i blocked him when i got home. i can't stand a chatterbox ass nigga that don't give me room to talk, B. i'm so glad i drove myself there because i'll be damned if i'ma let him see where i stay."

"preachhh. it's one thing for me to do all the talking and you to talk back or for us to evenly engage in conversation, but it's another thing for you to do all the talking and i ain't got one word in! that shit gets annoyin'," Bianca exclaimed, shaking her head, as she walked into Kamari's — her 5-year-old son — room and sat the laundry basket on his toddler bed, "so, where you 'bout to go? 'cause i know you ain't gettin' dolled up for no reason."

"i'm surprised Joey even let you date with how obsessive he is over you," Nia joked, smirking, as she playfully winked at her phone and Bianca chuckled while she put away her son's clothing, "but i got a brunch date with this lil' white boy on my roster. i ain't never dated outside my race before, so we gon' see how this go."

Joey — also known as Joey Bada$$ or just Jo-Vaughn — was Bianca's baby father and old boyfriend. they were like two peas in a pod until they broke up a week before his tour for his '2000' album started. there was no bad blood in the breakup because the two just felt like they had drifted away from each other and were no longer compatible. they remained friends and still kept in contact with each other since they had a son, and they co-parented so well that most people still thought they were together, which the two of them were grateful for because it kept the media off their backs.

neither of the two wanted to be posted on blogs just because they broke up, so they continued to front for social media like they were still together, even though you could clearly tell they weren't.

despite this, Bianca still tried to branch out and date other men, but it never worked out because Jo-Vaughn would always find a way to chase them away, and sometimes Kamari would chase them away as well. ever since April — specifically, after he dropped his R&B single "Fallin'" — he had been trying to get Bianca back, and so far his attempts had been unsuccessful because Bianca didn't feel a desire to return to him. sure, he was an amazing boyfriend and an even better father, but Bianca believed that the two were better apart than they were together.

as long as their son was happy, she felt no need to return to his father, despite his numerous attempts of trying to romance her and make her his again.

"listen... we don't talk about that, okay? i'm lucky i managed to keep the boy i'm talking to now," Bianca chuckled, shaking her head, as she closed Kamari's closet and shut one of his drawers while she picked up the laundry basket and headed to her bedroom, "and girl, it's like 5 o'clock in the afternoon, what you mean 'brunch'? but okaaaay, i see you with the white boy on ya roster! you better work, Kali!"

"you a whole fool! but like i said, we goin' to brunch, i don't care what time it is and neither does he," Nia laughed, unplugging her curling iron, as she pushed her curled hair behind her shoulder, "and if i know Joey like i think i know him, he gon' run ole' dude off next, trust me. wait, speaking of him, where my nephew? i wanna see lil' KJ before my date, he's my good luck charm."

the "ole' dude" Nia was referring to was Malcolm. he and Bianca had been talking for about two weeks and had been taking things slow since he had just gotten out of a relationship. he was sweet, caring, had manners, and was good with kids since he had two nieces, and that alone made Bianca fall for him harder every day.

there was no doubt in Bianca's mind that Jo-Vaughn knew about Malcolm, but since he had never brought him up, she assumed that he didn't know.

little did she know, she was completely wrong.

"K is with his daddy. you know this week was his week to have him," Bianca chuckled, sitting the laundry basket on her king-sized bed, as she began to put away her clothing, "they should be here in a few minutes tho', the sun 'bout to start settin' in about an hour or so."

"take a picture of him for me and send it to me 'cause i ain't got a few minutes to spare, i got a date to go on," Nia advised, chuckling, as she put away her now cold curling iron and grabbed her phone, "i'ma call you later on tonight to tell you what happens, and if you don't receive a call from me tonight, i got covered in snow."

"Nia, please get off my phone with that shit," Bianca laughed, shaking her head, as Nia giggled and playfully stuck her tongue out at her, "have a good time playin' with ya snowman, Ni'Ni."

"shit, hopefully. bye, mamas!" Nia smiled, waving her goodbye, as Bianca smiled at her and let out a chuckle before waving back to her.

"bye, sunshine." as the call ended, Bianca chuckled at her friend's behavior and she shook her head as she put away her undergarments, tucking them inside a drawer before her doorbell suddenly rang and her head raised at the sound of it.

shutting the drawer, Bianca grabbed the laundry basket and carefully jogged downstairs as she headed to the laundry room, sitting the basket in the corner of the room close by the dryer while she speed-walked to the front door. unlocking and opening the door, Bianca was immediately greeted by Kamari hugging her leg, making the light-skinned woman smile widely while she bent down to pick him up.

"hi, papaaa!" Bianca smiled, wrapping her arms around him, as she kissed his cheek and Kamari giggled in her arms, "you had fun with Daddy this week?"

"yeah! we played gamesss, went out to eattt, and— Mommy, i made some friends at the playground!" Kamari smiled widely as Bianca let out a soft chuckle at his enthusiasm and ran her fingers over his neatly braided black cornrows.

"that's good! i want you to tell me allll about it when i finish talking to ya daddy, okay?" Bianca asked, lowering the toddler back to the ground, as she looked up at Jo-Vaughn and held out her hand, signaling for him to put his backpack in her hand while she grabbed the strap of it and handed it to Kamari, "go upstairs and unpack your bag, and when i'm finished talking, i'll come get you."

"yes, ma'am!" as Kamari excitedly ran off towards the staircase, Bianca and Jo-Vaughn locked eyes, and she noticed a small flirtatious smile on his face, making her let out a soft chuckle.

"why you lookin' at me like that, J?" Bianca asked, chuckling, as she looked up at the 6'1 male and rested one of her hands on her hip.

"i can't look at you?" Jo-Vaughn playfully smirked, running his tongue over his lips, as Bianca raised her brow at him and the two soon laughed in sync, "nah, i'm just playin', girl, how you been?"

"you askin' me this like you didn't see me last week," Bianca chuckled, earning a soft chuckle from her baby father, "but i been good, what about you? and how was Kamari?"

"a week is a long ass time, B. but i been good too, and you know KJ ain't never no trouble. he has his moments when he gets wanna throw tantrums 'cause he can't get what he wants, but other than that, he was good. he spoiled just like his damn mama." Jo-Vaughn chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets, as Bianca laughed and raised her brow at him.

"who spoiled his mama tho'?" Bianca asked, crossing her arms across her chest, as a small smile crept onto her face and she awaited his answer.

"ya mama and daddy did. that don't got nothin' to do with me 'cause i'on know nothin' about that," Jo-Vaughn jokingly shrugged, looking off to the side, as Bianca laughed and reached out to hit him, making him laugh while he grabbed her wrist, "a'ight, i spoiled you, damn. you out here tryna' get domestic and shit."

"because you lyin' like you ain't used to spoil my ass when we was together. and you wonder why 'Mari so spoiled... nigga, that's yo' doing, not mine." Bianca laughed as Jo-Vaughn laughed with her and let go of her wrist.

"if i have your permission... i wanna spoil you and him again." Jo-Vaughn announced, a smile on his face, as Bianca raised a brow and looked him up and down.

"what you got planned in your mischievous ass mind?" Bianca asked, leaning against the doorway, as she crossed her arms for a second time.

"i wanna take all three of us on a lil' family trip to Orlando. i know lil' man starts Kindergarten next month, so i wanna take him to Disney World before school starts, and i want you to come with us." Jo-Vaughn explained as Bianca glanced down at their feet in deep thought before looking back up at him.

"i'on know about that, Joey. i mean, it'll be good for him, but—"

"B, c'mon, man, you gotta' come with us. it ain't a family trip if he ain't got his mama. don't be like that, baby." Jo-Vaughn pleaded as Bianca cracked a small smile at him referring to her as 'baby' and she let out a soft chuckle.

"i told you about callin' me that, boy," Bianca chuckled as she pushed her black knotless braids behind her shoulder, "but i guess i'll tag along. for him, not for you."

"girl, stop frontin', you know you still love my ass." Jo-Vaughn chuckled, waving her off, as Bianca playfully rolled her eyes and softly chuckled.

"when we leavin'? and at what time?" Bianca asked, raising a brow, as a smile rested on her face and Jo-Vaughn smiled at her.

"tomorrow morning at 8. we flyin' over on my private jet, so go pack you and KJ a bag for the weekend and i'll see y'all tomorrow."

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"all done, papa," Bianca cooed softly, smoothing the rest of the Vaseline on her hands on Kamari's brown-skinned face, as she gently kissed his nose and let go of his face, "go downstairs and lay on the couch. you can go to sleep until Daddy gets here."

"yes, ma'am." Kamari yawned softly, rubbing his eye, as he stood up from his bed and walked out of his room while Bianca rubbed her hands together to get rid of the excess shine the Vaseline had left.

surprisingly, getting Kamari up and ready at 7 A.M. wasn't as hard as you may have thought it was, and usually, it was difficult for Bianca to get him up early because he wasn't a morning person, but today was different. it was kind of challenging to get him out of his bed, but other than that, things went smoothly, which gave Bianca a slight shock.

nonetheless, she was grateful it didn't take him long because if it did, she most likely wouldn't have time to get herself ready.

walking into her bedroom, Bianca stood at her vanity mirror as she adjusted the zipper on her baby blue romper, her braids up in a ponytail and swinging easily with each movement her head made. while she adjusted her breasts in her top, her phone suddenly began ringing, and she walked away from the mirror as she walked to her bed and picked up her phone beside the packed suitcase, realizing that Nia was calling her and not Jo-Vaughn.

"good morning, sunshine." Bianca smiled, answering the phone, as she walked back over to her vanity and propped up her phone, seeing Nia's face pop up on her screen while she walked to her closet to pick out a pair of slides to put on.

"good morning, mamas— ooh, where you goin'?" Nia asked, noticing her attire and the bag on the bed, as Bianca chuckled and slipped a pair of her white Nike slides on her feet.

"Joey's takin' me and KJ to Orlando. i gotta' keep my voice down because he doesn't know yet, but he wants to take him to Disney World and wanted me to come along so it could be a family trip, so i told him i'd come," Bianca explained lowly, adjusting her feet in her shoes, as she walked over to her phone and noticed a smirk on Nia's face, "what you smirking for?"

"i'm not gon' say nothin' but this: when y'all asses come back from Florida, y'all gon' be back together. mark my words, B. you gon' forget allll about that nigga you talkin' to when you see ya baby zaaaaddy." Nia smirked, making Bianca laugh, as Bianca held onto her phone and shook her head, peeking out of her bedroom window and seeing Jo-Vaughn's car pull up in her driveway.

"whatever you say, Ni'Ni. just because i'm goin' outta' state with him doesn't mean i'ma go back to him. this is for Kamari, not us," Bianca chuckled, walking away from the window, as she walked over to her bed and zipped up her suitcase, "and speaking of him, he just pulled up. so, i'ma talk to you later on. make sure to run me in on what happened with Mr. White Chocolate last night."

"deny it alll you want to, B, i know him and i know you. he ain't gon' stop 'til he gets you back and you bound to fold underneath all that pressure, respectfully. it's only a matter of time, sweetness," Nia chuckled, raising her brow, as she adjusted the bonnet on her head, "but, i got'chu, i'ma definitely run you in when you get time. bye, mamas, have a safe trip."

"bye, sunshine, and thank you. i'll make sure to send you some pictures of your nephew to make your day." Bianca chuckled, smiling, as she pulled her suitcase off of the bed and rested it on the floor.

"you better. or i'ma hop on a plane to Orlando and beat yo' ass." the call ended after Nia's remark, and Bianca laughed at her statement as knocks sounded off at her door, making her smile slightly widen because she knew Jo-Vaughn didn't want to ring the doorbell in case Kamari was asleep.

walking downstairs with her suitcase and phone in her hand and her crossbody purse on her shoulder, Bianca sat the suitcase next to the couch and slipped her phone inside her purse as she walked over to the door and unlocked and opened it, revealing her baby father.

"i'm glad you knocked 'cause he's asleep." Bianca chuckled, stepping to the side and allowing him to come in, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled and cracked a smile at seeing Kamari asleep on the couch.

"i had a feelin' my lil' man was sleepin'." Jo-Vaughn chuckled, carefully scooping the toddler off of the couch, as Kamari gently writhed in his arms and Jo-Vaughn grabbed their suitcase, making Bianca furrow her brows.

"you gon' carry him and the suitcase?" Bianca asked, her facial expression resembling one of confusion, as Jo-Vaughn looked over at her and chuckled at her reaction.

"you carried him for 9 months, the least i could do is carry him to the car," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, making Bianca crack a smile, as Bianca let out a soft laugh and the two headed for the front door, "plus, you know i ain't never let you carry no bags, girl. especially if they heavy. you think just 'cause we not together no more that i was gon' stop doin' that?"

"just a lil' bit." Bianca chuckled, closing the front door, as she locked the door and tucked her keys into her purse while she walked to his car.

"well, you thought wrong, B. i'm a gentleman at heart, pretty girl," Jo-Vaughn flirtatiously smirked, winking at her, as he walked to his car and opened the back door, gently sitting Kamari inside while he buckled his seat belt and closed the door afterward, "and you bet not touch that door handle."

"yes, sir," Bianca joked, quickly putting her hand down since she was already reaching for the door handle, as Jo-Vaughn opened her door for her and Bianca smiled while she climbed into his passenger seat, "i done told you about that flirting, boy. but thank you, baby daddy."

"anytime, baby mama."

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"ooh, nice jet." Bianca smiled, holding Kamari in her arms while his head rested on her shoulder, as Jo-Vaughn rolled the luggage to the plane and let out a soft chuckle.

"thank you, B. nice things don't come cheap," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, earning a small laugh from Bianca, as the two approached the jet and a man dressed in pilot attire walked out of the door, "B, this is Francis, he gon' be our pilot and our chauffeur when we touch down in Orlando. Francis, this is Bianca, my beautiful baby mama."

"it's nice to meet you, Ms. Bianca. i've heard so much about you," Francis smiled warmly, holding out his hand, as Bianca smiled back at him and shook his hand, keeping one of her hands on the toddler on her chest to keep him from falling, "if you don't mind me asking, who's the little guy in your arms?"

"it's nice to meet you, too! and this is Kamari, our son. he's not a morning person, so you'll probably see him awake once the plane lands." Bianca smiled, chuckling, as Francis smiled at her before his eyes landed on the bags in Jo-Vaughn's hands.

"i'll take those on the jet for you, sir, if you don't mind." Francis offered as Jo-Vaughn glanced down at the bags in his hands before handing them to the pilot.

"i 'preciate that, F. i'll make sure to leave you some tips before the day's over with," Jo-Vaughn smiled, watching him grab the suitcases, as Francis smiled and nodded his head before walking back up the stairs, making Jo-Vaughn look over at Bianca, "ladies first, right?"

"yeah, i'm glad you remember," Bianca joked, jokingly mugging him, as Jo-Vaughn laughed at her and Bianca made her way up the stairs, looking around at the interior of the jet with a smile, "oh, my God, it's gorgeous in here."

"i'm glad you like it. i was hopin' you did," Jo-Vaughn smiled, closing the jet's door behind him, "i know you probably wanna go back to sleep, so there's a bedroom back there for you and him to go. i'ma be back there in a minute."

"yes, baby father." Bianca joked, earning a laugh from Jo-Vaughn, as the two parted their ways and Bianca made her way to the back of the jet, opening the door of the bedroom and walking inside.

"oh, i just know this bed is comfortable as hell." Bianca mumbled to herself, looking at the queen-sized mattress, as she gently laid Kamari on the bed and took off his shoes, sitting them by the door while she took off her slides and placed them by his.

taking off her purse, Bianca sat it on the small wooden table next to the bed and unzipped it as she sat down on the bed and pulled out her phone, checking her notifications and going through them while she heard footsteps come closer to the room.

"made yourself at home?" Jo-Vaughn chuckled, a small smile on his face, as he closed the door and took off his shoes, leaving them beside Bianca and Kamari's shoes while he walked over to the bed.

"somethin' like that," Bianca chuckled, texting Nia back, as she turned off her phone and slipped it back inside her purse, "i can't wait to sleep on this comfortable ass bed. you picked a good ass mattress, J."

"you gon' be complimentin' me all day, huh?" Jo-Vaughn questioned, chuckling, as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sat it on the other small wooden table on his side of the bed, "we got about a 4-hour flight anyways, so you'll be well-rested before we land."

"i just might, depending on what other surprise you got up yo' sleeve," Bianca chuckled, putting her legs on the bed, as she carefully grabbed Kamari and laid him between her and Jo-Vaughn, "and shit, i hope so. with how comfortable this bed is, it feels like i'm layin' on clouds."

"yeah, and you wonder why i bought it," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, laying on his back, as he rested his arms underneath his head and closed his eyes, "goodnight, baby mama."

Bianca chuckled softly and lay on the bed as she laid on her right side and her eyes gradually shut, "goodnight, baby daddy."

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"Mommyyyy, wake up!" the sound of Kamari's enthusiasm-filled voice rang through Bianca's eardrums and she felt his dainty hands shake her by the shoulders, making a smile slowly spread across her face while her eyes fluttered open, "we're hereeee!"

Bianca's eyes locked onto her widely smiling child and she looked around the room to spot Jo-Vaughn, but he was nowhere to be found. assuming he was in the cockpit with Francis, Bianca let out a giggle at Kamari shaking her again, despite her being fully awake, and she wrapped her arms around his body while she sat up.

"your daddy told you where we were goin', huh?" Bianca asked, chuckling, as she smiled at the elated toddler and Kamari nodded his head eagerly.

"yes, ma'am. he told me we're going after we stop at the hotel." Kamari smiled, resting his hands on her shoulders, as Bianca reached into her purse and grabbed her phone.

"you know the name of the hotel, papa?" Bianca asked, turning on her phone, as she checked her notifications and Kamari played with the ends of her braids.

"yeah, but... i don't know how to say it. Daddy told me i said it wrong." Kamari explained, occupying himself with her hair, as Bianca chuckled and went through her unread messages, seeing some texts from Nia and Malcolm.

"it's the Waldorf Astoria hotel," Jo-Vaughn chimed in, walking into the room, as Bianca glanced up at him and Kamari looked back at him, "i was stuck between choosing that one and the Ritz-Carlton, but i made my decision about two nights ago."

"aren't both of those expensive 5-star hotels? don't be spendin' all that money at one time, J, i told you about that." Bianca advised, shooting a text to her friend and her talking stage, as she turned off her phone and slipped it back into her purse.

"as long as i'm makin' you and my son happy, i don't care 'bout nunna' that, B. and you know that," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, walking towards the bed, as he plopped down on his stomach beside Bianca and Kamari, "plus, it ain't like i'm not gon' get it back. the money flow don't stop, baby. ain't that right, K?"

"yeah!" Kamari smiled, watching his father raise his hand, as Kamari gave him a high five and Jo-Vaughn smiled at him while Bianca let out a laugh.

"you two are gonna be the death of me one day," Bianca chuckled, untying the black durag on Kamari's cornrows, as she removed the rag from his head and ran her fingers over his scalp, "where's Francis?"

"he went to go get the Rolls Royce so he can drive us to the hotel." Jo-Vaughn explained, watching Bianca slip their son's durag in her purse, as Bianca's brows furrowed and she looked over at him, playfully tugging at the gold hoop in his ear before reaching to remove his stocking cap.

"Jo-Vaughn, how much money have you spent?" Bianca asked, raising a brow, as she removed his stocking cap from his low-cut hair and ran her fingers over it while one of her acrylics slid through the side-parted cut in his hair.

"i'm not tellin' you all'at... you gon' be tryna' whup me." Jo-Vaughn defended, chuckling, as Bianca playfully rolled her eyes and the sound of a car horn sounded off from outside, causing Bianca to glance out of the bedroom door.

"Daddy, what's a Rolls Royce?" Kamari asked cluelessly, watching Jo-Vaughn get up from

the bed to grab his shoes, as Kamari climbed off of Bianca's lap and sat at the end of the bed so his father could put his shoes on.

"it's a car, little one," Jo-Vaughn explained, crouching down in front of him, as he grabbed one of Kamari's feet and slipped his shoe on, "remember when you saw that car on TV with the stars on the ceiling?"

"it's one of them?" Kamari asked in awe, his eyes lighting up, as Jo-Vaughn put on his other shoe and looked up at him with a small smile before nodding his head, "i wanna see!"

"Mr. Scott, i've prepared the car!" the sound of Francis's voice caused electricity to run through Kamari's little body, and he hopped off of the bed and ran out of the room as his eyes locked on Francis, who was standing by the door of the jet.

"Mr. Francis, does the car really have stars on the ceiling?" Kamari asked, smiling widely, as Francis looked down at him and smiled at his ecstatic face.

"yes, it does, little man. you wanna see?" Francis smiled as Kamari jumped up and down in excitement and quickly nodded his head.

"yes, please!" Kamari exclaimed excitedly as he and Francis left the jet, leaving Jo-Vaughn and Bianca there by themselves.

"his lil' ass gon' be bouncin' off walls all day long," Bianca chuckled, grabbing her purse, as she stood up from the bed and walked towards the door of the bedroom to slip on her shoes, "and i don't know how many times i gotta' tell you to stop callin' me pet names, especially in front of 'Mari. he's young, he could get confused."

"ain't nothin' for our lil' man to be confused about. his daddy loves his mama, that's all that is," Jo-Vaughn declared, a small smirk on his face, as Bianca slipped on her shoes and attempted to walk past him but Jo-Vaughn stopped her by wrapping his arm around her waist, "and i ain't stoppin' 'til i get you back, B, i told you that. you can resist it all you want, but by the time this trip ends, you gon' be all mine again, shorty."

Bianca stared into his eyes and her body tingled from his touch as she rested her hands on his chest and thought about pushing him away, but she soon got lost in her thoughts instead of acting upon them. his words sounded eerily similar to the words Nia had spoken to her this morning, and it made her wonder if Nia secretly was in on what Jo-Vaughn had planned, but knowing how Nia is, she wouldn't admit it unless it worked in her favor.

sooner or later, Bianca would eventually cave into Jo-Vaughn's advances. since the two were together for a few years, he knew all of her weaknesses, and he could easily use them to his advantage, which made Bianca slightly nervous.

one usage of one of her "worst" weaknesses, and she was bound to be bent over in their hotel room at the end of the night.

"whatever you say, Joey," Bianca mumbled, breaking their eye contact, as she felt

butterflies in her stomach and lightly removed his arm from around her, "stop tryna' romance me and let's go. Kamari ain't gon' be occupied with those stars for that long, J."

Jo-Vaughn chuckled and cracked a smile as he followed behind Bianca and the two made their way to the exit of the jet, his eyes trailing down her figure and stopping at her ass while he ran his tongue over his lips, "you got a point... but i know what can occupy me."

"Jo-Vaughn, i'ma slap yo' nasty ass with my purse."

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"this room is beautiful... you really outdid yourself with this, J." Bianca chuckled, smiling, as the three walked into the hotel room and Kamari immediately took off running down the short hallway.

"i had to get the best for you and KJ, so i got a luxury suite. there's two bedrooms in here, a master bedroom and a kid's bedroom, so—"

"wait. one master bedroom?" Bianca asked, her brows furrowing, as Jo-Vaughn looked over at her and nodded his head, "so i gotta' share a bed with you?"

"you got a problem with sleepin' next to me, B?" Jo-Vaughn asked, chuckling, as the two made their way down the hallway and walked into the master bedroom that was across from the kid's bedroom.

"i'd rather sleep on the couch—"

"Bianca, if you think i'm lettin' you sleep on the couch, you must not know who you had a baby by," Jo-Vaughn cut her off as he sat their suitcases on the king-sized bed, "you not 'bout to sleep on that couch when this bed is sittin' right here, you heard? i'on know what typa' man you think i am, but i ain't the typa' man to let his lady sleep on the couch."

a sly smirk crossed Bianca's face at him fussing at her for wanting to sleep on the couch, and butterflies filled her stomach for a second time as she dropped the smirk from her face once she saw Jo-Vaughn look back at her and the two locked eyes while Bianca crossed her arms.

"yes, baby father," Bianca jokingly grouched, playfully rolling her eyes at him, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled at her and Bianca walked out of the room to check on Kamari, "Kamari Jahlil, stop jumpin' on this bed!"

Bianca laughed at seeing Kamari bounce on his bed and he giggled at her fussing at him as he slid off of the bed and walked over to Bianca, holding his arms up and signaling for her to pick him up.

"you wanna go look at the view with Mommy?" Bianca asked, smiling, as she picked him up and sat him on her hip while Kamari nodded his head and the two made their way to the living room.

opening the sliding door to the balcony, the summer breeze gently slapped the two in the face as they stepped onto the balcony, looking out at the clear blue sky and the warm sunlight shining over the sand and ocean across from them.

"it's pretty." Kamari spoke softly in awe, his dark brown eyes watching the sun reflect on the ocean, as Bianca smiled and nodded her head, removing her braids from underneath Kamari's arm and feeling them sway behind her head.

"it really is, papa," Bianca smiled as she heard footsteps behind her and looked over her shoulder, seeing Jo-Vaughn standing in the living room with his phone pointed towards her, "are you recording us?"

"maybe," Jo-Vaughn smiled, playfully winking, as he posted the video to his Instagram story with his song "Fallin'" attached to it and stuffed his phone into his pocket, "y'all ready to go to Disney World or y'all just gon' stand there and look at the view the whole trip?"

"i'm ready!" Kamari exclaimed, smiling, as he jumped down from Bianca's arms and ran over to Jo-Vaughn, making both of the adults laugh while Bianca walked inside and closed and locked the sliding door behind her.

"okay, Spongebob Jr, let's get you to Disney World."

—

"bye, Mickey!" Kamari smiled, waving goodbye to the employee in the Mickey Mouse costume, as the employee waved back to him and Bianca smiled at the sight, holding into his small hand while he clutched three of her fingers since her hand was too big to hold.

not only was the trip to Disney World enjoyable to Kamari, but Bianca and Jo-Vaughn enjoyed themselves as well. the family of three road rides together, took pictures, and even indulged in some of the food they had. despite underestimating how much fun she'd have, Bianca was starting to become grateful she agreed to come on the trip. though it was only for Kamari, she managed to enjoy herself as much as he did, and the smile on her face was almost as big as his.

though Kamari looked like Jo-Vaughn, it was safe to say that he and Bianca shared more mannerisms than he did with his father.

"you enjoyed yourself, papa?" Bianca asked, smiling, as she adjusted the Mickey Mouse ears on his head and the charm bracelet Jo-Vaughn bought for her at the gift shop jingled on her wrist with each movement her hand made.

"yeah! Daddy, can we go back one day?" Kamari smiled widely, looking up at his father, as Jo-Vaughn looked down at him and adjusted the matching Mickey Mouse ears on his head while he smiled at him.

"we can back for ya birthday next year, deal?" Jo-Vaughn offered, raising one of his thin brows, as he lowered his right hand down to him since he was holding onto his left one and held out his pinky finger, making Kamari's smile widen while his dimples poked through his cheeks and he locked his pinky finger with his.

"deal!" Kamari smiled as he and Jo-Vaughn gave each other a high five and Kamari looked up at Bianca while he held his pinky finger up to her, "Mommy, you're coming too, right?"

"of course, 'Mari. i wouldn't miss it for anything in the world." Bianca smiled, lowering her left hand down to him since he was holding onto her right one, as she locked her pinky around his and Kamari giggled in delight, the two sharing a high five while they approached the white Rolls Royce that Francis was sitting in.

"what else you got planned, J?" Bianca asked, averting her attention to her baby father, as she fixed one of her braids underneath her Minnie Mouse ears and Jo-Vaughn looked over at her, causing the two to make eye contact.

"you like boats?" Jo-Vaughn questioned, a small smirk on his face, as Bianca raised her brows and let out a soft chuckle in shock, watching him open the car door for her while Kamari slipped inside the backseat.

"Joey, you didn't." Bianca spoke in disbelief, getting into the seat next to Kamari, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled at her reaction and closed her door, walking over to his side and opening his own.

"i definitely did," Jo-Vaughn smirked, getting inside the vehicle, as he closed the door behind him and gave Kamari his Donald Duck plush while he looked up at Francis in the driver seat, "yo, Francis, you remember that boat dock i was tellin' you about two days ago? i need you to take me there."

"right away, sir."

—

"Jo-Vaughn!" Bianca gasped, her jaw dropping at the sight of the boat, as she looked over at him and noticed a wide smile on his face, "this is... oh, my God, it's so pretty!"

"and before you ask me about the price, i ain't buy it. i rented it for the day," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, holding Kamari in his arms, as the driver of the boat appeared before them and Jo-Vaughn bent down to dap him up, "wassup, bro. Bianca, this my homie Alejandro, he gon' be drivin' the boat for us. Al, this is my baby mama Bianca and our son Kamari."

"ah, so you the girl i hear him talk about often. it's nice to meet you," Alejandro smiled, his Spanish accent heavily audible in his speech, as he shook the woman's hand and looked over at Kamari before holding his hand up to give a high five, "hey, little guy."

"hi," Kamari smiled softly, giving him a high five, as he heard the sound of a dog barking and his eyes lit up, "you have a dog?"

"a baby French Bulldog, to be exact. you wanna see her, buddy?" Alejandro asked, smiling, as Kamari nodded his head and looked at his parents for permission, the both of them nodding their heads while Jo-Vaughn lowered him down onto the boat.

"Mala don't bite, do she?" Jo-Vaughn asked, holding onto Bianca's hand, as Bianca cautiously stepped down from the dock and into the boat.

"nah, she's a sweetheart. i made sure to train her well so she wouldn't attack non-threatening people," Alejandro assured as Jo-Vaughn stepped down into the boat and the sound of dog claws hitting the ground got closer to them, making the four of them look back and see the 2-month-old gray French Bulldog approaching them, "Ms. Bianca and Kamari, this is Mala, my dog."

Kamari smiled at the sight of the dog and approached the animal as Mala sat in front of him and looked up at him, watching him lower his hand down to her head while he pet her. Mala leaned into Kamari's hand and Bianca smiled at the sight as she pulled out her phone and started recording, making sure to get the adorable sight on camera so she could send it to her best friend.

"if you'll excuse me, i'll go start the boat."

—

"so you talk about me, huh?" Bianca asked, smirking, as she looked over at Jo-Vaughn and Jo-Vaughn chuckled, looking over at her while his arm rested behind her.

"it's hard not to talk about a woman that's heaven-sent," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, running his tongue over his lips, as he looked down at the floor of the boat and watched Kamari pet Mala, who was half-asleep in his small lap, "i still talk to my friends and my mama about you."

"Mama Scott still asks about me?" Bianca asked, her eyes lighting up at the mention of her ex-mother-in-law, as Jo-Vaughn looked over at her and nodded his head, a small smile creeping onto his face once he noticed the sparkle in her eyes.

"mhm. she still calls you her daughter-in-law," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, a smile on his face, as Bianca cracked a smile and looked out at the view, "when i told her i wanted to get you back, she told me she believed in me because she knew how much i love you. she told me "a man who truly loves a woman will fight for her", and it made me realize how much i care about you because i haven't given up on us."

Bianca felt butterflies flutter in her stomach for a third time and she looked over at him as the two stared into one another's eyes, their pupils dilating in love while Bianca's smile slightly widened. though she was talking to another man and going on dates with him, nobody could ever compare to Jo-Vaughn, and she knew this. she couldn't love another man as much as she loved him, but she had no shame in trying to see if she could find love in another person.

the men she dated after Jo-Vaughn were sweethearts and so was the one she was talking to now, but with how much time and effort Jo-Vaughn put into pursuing her, it seemed as if trying to date other men was practically a waste of time.

without either of them realizing it, their faces had gotten closer to one another's, causing Bianca's breathing to slightly speed up, and before the two could share a kiss, Jo-Vaughn moved his face back from hers, a small smirk on his face while he watched her mindlessly squeeze her thighs together.

"this motherfucker here." Bianca thought, feeling a pulse between her legs, as she wiped her sweaty palms on her romper and watched the man look out at the view.

"the view's nice, ain't it?" Jo-Vaughn complimented, changing the topic, as Bianca slyly pulled out her phone and opened her camera.

"it really is," Bianca added, glancing up at the scenery, as she raised her phone, "pose for me real quick."

looking back at her, Jo-Vaughn noticed the phone in her hands and he chuckled as he posed, making Bianca smile while she took the picture and went to her camera roll to see how it turned out.

"ooh, who that is? he look like he the man." Jo-Vaughn joked, a playful grin on his face, as he looked at the photo and Bianca laughed while she shook her head at him.

"don't get cocky, Joey."

—

"can i have a dog like Mr. Al?" Kamari asked, looking up at his parents, as the adults chuckled and Jo-Vaughn unlocked the door to the hotel room, opening the door and letting Kamari and Bianca walk in first while he walked in behind him.

"if you're good, i might buy you one for Christmas," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, closing the door behind him, as he watched Kamari walk down the hallway and Bianca walk over to the couch, "don't neither of y'all get too comfortable 'cause we leavin' in a minute."

"leaving? where we goin'?" Bianca asked, her brows furrowing, as Kamari peeked around the corner and looked at his father in slight confusion mixed with excitement.

"we gotta' eat, right? so i'm takin' y'all to The Palm." Jo-Vaughn smiled as Bianca's face dropped and her brows raised while Kamari's little brows furrowed and he looked between his parents.

"what's The Palm?" Kamari asked, leaning against the wall, as Bianca looked over at him.

"it's a fancy restaurant, papa," Bianca answered as she turned her attention back to Jo-Vaughn, "and it's extremely expensive. you don't listen to me at all when i tell you not to spend so much money, do you?"

"it's for a good cause, ain't it?" Jo-Vaughn asked, raising his brows, as Bianca playfully rolled her eyes at him and Jo-Vaughn chuckled at her, "now you and K go get dressed."

"Joey, i didn't pack anything that would fit the atmosphere of a fancy restaurant—"

"who said anything about what you packed?" Jo-Vaughn asked, a small smirk on his face, as Bianca's brows furrowed in confusion and Jo-Vaughn's smirk widened at the sight, "go look on the bed in our bedroom, B."

Bianca stepped away from the couch and made her way down the short hallway with Kamari by her side and Jo-Vaughn walking behind her as she walked into the bedroom and saw three dry-cleaners bags on the bed, a shoebox on top of each bag and making a wide smile cross Bianca's face while she looked back at Jo-Vaughn.

"what's all this?" Bianca asked, smiling, as Kamari walked over to the bed and ran his tiny fingers on the small bag of clothing, lightly tilting his head at it to see if he could make out what was in the bag.

"i had Francis go pick up some clothes and shoes for me while we was on the boat. while you and K walked down the dock, i was talking to him about restaurants i could take y'all to and he told me about The Palm. as you could tell by the three bags and boxes, i ain't pack no appropriate clothes for a fancy restaurant either," Jo-Vaughn explained, chuckling, as Bianca approached the bed and her eyes lit up once she realized the bag in the middle had a dress in it, "the first one's mine, the second one's yours, and the third one's KJ's."

"now, for the second time, get dressed." Jo-Vaughn playfully smirked, raising his brow, as Bianca and Kamari looked at each other before looking over at Jo-Vaughn.

"yes, sir!"

—

"...it takes time to look this good and you rushin' me?" Bianca exclaimed from the bathroom, adjusting her ponytail, as she pushed up her breasts in her dress and made sure her areolas and nipples were covered and not slipping out, hearing footsteps approach the bathroom door and immediately recognizing whose they were.

though Bianca was slightly taken aback by Jo-Vaughn remembering what size she wore in clothes and heels, she couldn't lie and say that he didn't have good taste. he knew what looked good on her, and it was evident due to the dress he had Francis purchase.

"girl, if you don't—" Jo-Vaughn cut himself off once he saw her and a smile crept onto his face as he analyzed her from head to toe and licked his lips at the sight of her, "i knew you'd look good in that dress."

"i'm surprised you still remember what size i wear." Bianca chuckled, adjusting the silver 'B' necklace around her neck, as she picked up her silver hoops and put them in her ears, her eyes landing on Jo-Vaughn through the mirror while she slightly smirked at seeing him be memorized by her appearance.

"i remember everything about you, B." Jo-Vaughn admitted, admiration shining in his tone, as Bianca's heart fluttered from his words and she looked away from his reflection in the mirror, looking back at herself and watching a big grin spread across her face.

"you do?" Bianca asked, grinning, as Jo-Vaughn looked at her through the mirror and nodded his head, "so, you remember how i reacted when you told me that "Love Is Only a Feeling" was about me?"

"man," Jo-Vaughn laughed, shaking his head, as Bianca laughed and turned to face him, "you cried like a baby when i sang that shit to you. i ain't know whether to keep singin' or hold you."

"and you did both. i still remember that moment," Bianca smiled, chuckling, as Jo-Vaughn smiled at her and Bianca soon started blushing, making her break their eye contact while she turned off the bathroom and grabbed Jo-Vaughn's hand, "now c'mon and let's go eat. i know K's probably hungry as hell sitting in the living room in his lil' tuxedo."

—

"you put 'Mari to sleep?" Bianca asked, walking out of the bathroom, as Jo-Vaughn stood by his side of the bed and put his phone on the charger, laying it on the bedside table while he looked up at her.

"yeah, i just laid him down. after he went to sleep, i took a shower in the other bathroom so i wouldn't bother you," Jo-Vaughn explained as his eyes scanned her attire before locking on her oversized shirt, "you still sleep in my shirts?"

"i never stopped. you left some of your shirts at my house, so i kept wearing 'em." Bianca chuckled, earning a smile from Jo-Vaughn, as she walked over to her side of the bed and grabbed her phone changer from her bedside table, plugging her phone up and sitting it down.

though Bianca scolded Jo-Vaughn about how much money he's spent, dinner was probably her favorite part of their eventful day. the family of three conversed, ate, and still managed to have smiles on their faces. after they ate, Kamari had gotten sleepy, and he ended up falling asleep in the car on the way back to the hotel, which resulted in Jo-Vaughn carrying him up to the room and giving him a bath before putting him to bed.

Bianca's bath had left her relaxed and refreshed, and all she could think about was crawling into bed and heading straight to sleep, but with Jo-Vaughn around, she knew it wouldn't be that easy.

"i remember one time i came home from tour and saw you wrapped up in one of my hoodies." Jo-Vaughn chuckled, smiling, as Bianca laughed and walked over to the vanity near Jo-Vaughn's side of the room, sitting down on the cushioned chair in front of the mirror while she grabbed her head scarf.

"i was lonely and it smelled like you, okay? don't bully me for that." Bianca laughed, wrapping her scarf around her scalp, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled and walked towards the end of the bed, sitting down on it while he looked at her with love in his eyes.

"i miss you, girl." Jo-Vaughn spoke with an unintelligible tone in his voice, a small smile on resting his face, as Bianca looked at him through the mirror she was sitting in front of and ran her fingers through her braids.

"how can you miss me when i'm right here?—"

"nah, B, i'm talking 'bout when we was together. i miss us. i miss how shit used to be. i know we ended on good terms, but sometimes i can't help but to think about what would've happened to us if we didn't grow apart. you would've probably been my wife by now," Jo-Vaughn admitted as Bianca's eyes broke his eye contact and looked down at her lap, "i miss hearin' you call me all them cute nicknames. i miss kissin' you, holdin' you, spendin' time with you... i miss being with you, B. not being with you feels like a part of me is gone and there's a void in my heart. you're the missin' piece of my puzzle piece, girl. without you, i'll always remain incomplete."

"Jo-Vaughn..." Bianca spoke softly, searching for words to form a proper response, as she looked up at him through her mirror for the second time, letting her eyes tell the story her mouth couldn't say.

"i know you miss me too, B. you been frontin' for too long and i can see through all'at shit," Jo-Vaughn added, standing up from the bed, as he walked closer to Bianca and stood beside her, "but there's one thing standin' in my way of gettin' to you, and i know you know what it is."

Bianca parted her lips to speak but no words exited her mouth as she looked up at Jo-Vaughn, confusion filling her mind before it abruptly clicked that he was talking about Malcolm. Bianca's mouth shut at the realization and she swallowed the lump growing in her throat as she watched Jo-Vaughn's demeanor change and she wiped her now sweaty palms on her thighs.

"h...how do you know about him?" Bianca asked, her voice as low as a whisper, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled and cupped her face in his hand, rubbing her cheek with his thumb while he leaned down to her.

"you think Kamari not gon' tell me 'bout the nigga you been bringin' around him?" Jo-Vaughn questioned, raising a brow, as goosebumps spread across Bianca's body and her throat became dry, "you forgot that you mines, mama? hm? or do i gotta' remind you?"

Bianca gently gripped her knees to keep herself poised and her breathing turned irregular as she looked up at her baby father and swallowed the second lump growing in her throat before parting her lips to speak, "...remind me."

—

Bianca's eyes rolled back as the bed rocked underneath her, a pillow wedged between the headboard and the wall to keep from making too much noise. Jo-Vaughn's hand rested on her mouth to silence her loud noises and the arch in her back deepened at feeling him roughly smack her ass, making her whimper in his palm while he grabbed a handful of her braids and pulled her back to his chest.

"you been frontin' all day, baby. now look at you. being a good girl and takin' this dick how you 'posed to," Jo-Vaughn cooed, a small smirk on his face, as he let go of her hair and rested his hand on one of her breasts, teasing and tugging at her nipple while he kissed her earlobe, "you missed me, pretty?"

"y-yes! oh, God, baby, don't stop!" Bianca whimpered against his palm, gently wrapping her hand around his wrist, as she rested her other hand on top of the one on her breast and her brows furrowed while her nipples hardened against Jo-Vaughn's touch.

who would've known that this would've been the end result of their first day on their family trip? Jo-Vaughn might've known and Nia knew off the bat, but Bianca? poor Bianca was clueless about what was to come later on.

"youn' know how bad i been missin' you, B. how much i craved havin' you like this again. i missed hearin' you call out for me and moan my name while i gave you this dick like my life depended on it. i missed feelin' you hold on to me as tight as you could because i was overstimulatin' you and you couldn't take it. i missed watchin' those tears roll down your face as i hit that spot," Jo-Vaughn spoke explicitly in her ear, kissing her earlobe, as he sneakily slid deeper and Bianca let out a squeal against his hand, "hearin' you say my name gives me the best ego boost of my fuckin' life, mama. the way you moan it, whimper it, whine it, cry it out, drag it out... the way it rolls off your tongue could make a nigga buss right then and there."

"Jo-Vaughnnnn..." Bianca whined, her hips slightly bucking at feeling him thrust from a different angle, as she gently squeezed his wrist, "you m-make me feel so g-good, Daddy..."

"just like that, baby. say my name just like that. you look so pretty when you say that shit," Jo-Vaughn groaned in her ear, lightly tugging at her earlobe with his teeth, as the speed of Jo-Vaughn's strokes sped up and Bianca's eyes rolled back for a second time, "you got me hooked on you, girl. and you think i'm gon' let another nigga experience this? you got me fucked up, B."

"can't no other nigga make you feel the way i make you feel, and you know that. so for you to prance around with all these niggas on ya arm like they could even top me is some fuckin' bullshit, yo," Jo-Vaughn growled, removing his hand from her mouth, as he wrapped his hand around her neck and roughly squeezed the sides of it, "they can't make you cum like i can, make you moan like i can, make you run from the dick like i can, make you squirm like i can, make you cream like i can... shit, them niggas can't even eat this pussy like i can, baby. can't none of these muh'fuckas' compare to me, and you know that, shorty."

"you let them niggas in my pussy? huh?" Jo-Vaughn asked, his tone aggressive, as he turned her head towards him, "and look at me when i'm fuckin' talkin' to you, shorty. show me those pretty brown eyes."

"n-no, Daddy, i swearrrr! i-i swear, i didn't give 'em yo' pussy," Bianca whimpered, her submissive gaze locking with his dominant one, as she bit down on her bottom lip to suppress her moans and she felt herself become wetter from his possessiveness, making a feeble whimper come from her lips while her eyes fluttered a bit, "i-i was keepin' it t-tight for you, baby..."

"aw, you kept it tight for me, princess?" Jo-Vaughn smiled sadistically, shoving his inches deeper inside of her walls, as Bianca's jaw dropped and no sound exited her mouth while she vigorously nodded her head in response, "you ain't let ya old niggas hit? not even ole' dude you with now? — and you know exactly who i'm talkin' 'bout, so don't play crazy. i'm glad he ain't get to experience it... shit, he wouldn't be able to handle all this good ass pussy even if you offered it to him."

"well guess what, B? i'm comin' back for good, so let that nigga know all this shit mine," Jo-Vaughn growled, smacking her ass and leaving a red handprint behind, as Bianca felt his tip aggressively smash into her g-spot and she gasped, her grip suddenly tightening on him while her brows furrowed, "make any type of loud ass noise and i promise you i'll leave you here wet and horny without a single orgasm."

Bianca quickly covered her mouth and her eyes rolled back as her inner thighs began tingling, pleasure coursing through her veins while she felt herself slowly being pushed into overstimulation. tears pricked at her eyes and muffled moans and cries fell from her covered mouth as her headscarf slipped off her head and onto the bed, making her quickly grab it and toss it on the floor so it wouldn't be covered in her juices.

"babyyyy," Bianca whined, her brows furrowing, as she rested her hand on Jo-Vaughn's toned lower abdomen and attempted to push him away, "i-i can't—"

"mm-mm, move yo' hand, baby. you know you can handle this dick, c'mon now. look at how good you creamin' around it, princess, and you tellin' me you can't take it?" Jo-Vaughn questioned, a smirk on his face, as he raised his brow at the woman and watched her slowly retreat her hand from his stomach, making his smirk widen while he watched her body temple, "there you go, mama, look at you. takin' this dick like a big girl. i knew you could do it, you takin' all of it so good."

"it's s-so muchhh," Bianca cried, tears slipping down her cheeks, as a sadistic smile found its way onto Jo-Vaughn's face for a second time and he lightly tilted his head at her, "y-you hittin' my spot, Daddyyy..."

"i wish you could see how pretty you look right now. tears rollin' down ya face, hand coverin' ya mouth, eyes unfocusin' and rollin' back... you look so fuckin' good with that fucked-out look on ya face, mama," Jo-Vaughn cooed, biting down on his bottom lip, as Bianca's legs began to tremble and her cream and wetness began coating her inner thighs due to how rapidly it was oozing out of her, "i'm the luckiest muh'fucka' ever, mama. as long as i got you, i'll be the happiest nigga on the plant. this fame and fortune don't mean shit to me if i ain't got you to share it with. you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Bianca. and i'll be damned if i gotta' stand by and watch another nigga experience the way you make me feel. i love you too much to let that shit just ride past me."

"i-i love you so much more, Jo-Vaughn," Bianca moaned, both of her hands now covering her mouth due to how much intense pleasure was hitting her at once, as her eyes rolled back for the millionth time and she tossed her head back onto Jo-Vaughn's broad shoulder, "o-oh, my God, i'm 'bout to cum!"

"tell me you mines and i'll let you cum. c'mon, let me hear those words leave those pretty lips," Jo-Vaughn cooed, kissing up and down her neck, as Bianca roughly bit down on her lip to suppress the loud moan that wanted to exit her mouth and her grip tightened on her face, "if i don't hear you say it, don't even think about bussin', pretty."

"i'm yours! yours, yours, yourssss! please, please, please let me cum! i can't hold it anymore!" Bianca cried loudly, her loudness being muffled by her hands, as tears streamed down her face at a quicker rate and she sobbed into her hands, her orgasm practically screaming to be released.

"cum for me, princess. let it alll out on yo' dick. gimme all that good shit." Jo-Vaughn's words made Bianca's knees buckle, and she leaned onto him for support as sounds of her gushiness sounded out into the bedroom and her jaw dropped, her eyes rolling back and her back arching deeply while her climax hit her like a freight train. a squeal fell from her lips as she came, her walls clenching and unclenching around Jo-Vaughn's phallus and earning groans from him as it did so.

her body tensed up and her bottom lip retreated between her teeth as she bit down on it so hard that it nearly bled, her chest heaving up and down at an irregular pace while Jo-Vaughn's deep strokes began slowing down. he placed kisses on her neck, ear, and the side of her face as he stroked her through her orgasm, his grip loosening on her neck while he caressed her breasts. removing her hands from her mouth, Bianca let out a soft and heavy sigh and her body relaxed as her vision corrected itself while she stared at the ceiling, letting everything that happened marinate in her mind while she breathed in through her nose and out through her parted lips.

"you know i love you, don't you?" Jo-Vaughn mumbled against her neck, making Bianca smile, as Bianca chuckled and ran her tongue over her lips, letting go of his wrist and wrapping her arm around his neck while she rubbed the nape of his neck.

"I know, baby, I know. I love you too."

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amazing chapter

warning; for this chapter there is none. just something small

word count: 610

Chapter One: Sour Cream & Synchronicity

Leon didn’t believe in fate. Not really. He believed in timing—windows of opportunity, doors cracked just enough, signals hidden in static. Fate was for people who thought everything happened for a reason. Leon knew better. Things just happened.

Still… there was something about that day.

It was humid, sticky in the way only Brooklyn summers could be. Leon ducked into a corner store on Nostrand, headphones around his neck, craving something salty and cold. He’d just finished a job—a quick one. Nothing messy. Just a reminder to a client who thought silence was an escape plan. He wasn’t even thinking, really, just moving on instinct, when his hand reached for the last bag of sour cream and onion chips.

So did hers.

Their fingers touched. He looked up.

She was pretty in that dangerous, unbothered kind of way—hair pulled back like she didn’t care but knew it worked, hoodie too big, eyes too sharp to miss anything. She smirked.

“Guess we got beef,” she said.

Leon raised an eyebrow, holding her gaze. “Nah. We got chips.”

She laughed. Really laughed. Like someone who didn’t just hear the joke but felt it before he said it.

Ten minutes later, they were walking back to his place.

By nightfall, she’d moved in. No questions. No drama. Just a duffel bag and a toothbrush she bought at the bodega downstairs. Her name was Noel.

She took up space on his worn-out couch like it had always been hers. Feet tucked under her, bowl of cereal in hand, TV remote already claimed. Seinfeld played in the background, and she recited the lines before they hit the screen.

Leon watched her instead.

She laughed like him. Ate like him. Moved like him.

And it was weird. Not bad weird. Just… familiar.

He leaned back beside her, arms folded, eyes on her instead of the TV. She was in the middle of a passionate rant about how George was actually the smartest one, despite being the most neurotic, when he cut in.

“You ever think this is too easy?” he asked.

She blinked. “What is?”

“This,” he gestured between them, “Us. You. Here. Like you already knew me.”

Her expression didn’t change. She just shrugged. “Some people click. That’s rare. Why mess with it?”

Leon nodded slowly, still watching her. “Where you from?”

“Brooklyn,” she said, of course.

He waited.

She paused the TV. The silence settled, comfortable.

“I was an only kid,” she started. “Mom worked two jobs. Dad cheated so much, it was basically a family tradition.”

Leon raised a brow, but said nothing.

“She stayed. For me, I guess. Or because she was too tired to leave. Either way, I left at 18. Didn’t look back.” She glanced at him. “I’m a drifter. Always was. Until I found you.”

That last part made him sit up straighter. Found him?

She looked back at the screen and pressed play like she hadn’t just dropped something heavy. George was complaining about something again.

“My grandfather got me into sitcoms,” she added. “He raised me after school when my mom worked late. Died when I was sixteen. Never knew my grandma.”

Leon stared at her. “You tell people that often?”

“Nope.”

He let the silence stretch before saying, “Thanks for telling me.”

Noel leaned her head on his shoulder, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Thanks for the chips.”

And just like that, they sat in the flickering blue light of the TV, two shadows shaped the same, leaning into a stillness neither of them had known before.

Leon didn’t believe in fate.

But maybe, just maybe… she did.

Leon didn’t move. Her head on his shoulder felt like it belonged there—like some missing piece of himself had just fallen into place without warning, without struggle. That should’ve scared him. Usually did. But with Noel? It just made sense.

He glanced at her again, her eyes fixed on the screen like she hadn’t just unraveled her entire childhood like a throwaway anecdote. Like it didn’t weigh on her. Like she hadn’t just casually admitted that she’d been drifting her whole life until she bumped into him.

Until she found him.

He reached up, absent-mindedly tugging at the chain around his neck. “So you just been out here… drifting?” he asked, his tone low, casual, but curious. “No friends? No crew?”

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p.’ “People got too many expectations. I like clean exits. No goodbyes, no mess. Just… next.”

“You run from everything?”

She shrugged again. “Nah. Not everything. Just the stuff that makes me feel stuck.”

Leon nodded. He understood that. More than he liked to admit. “What makes you feel stuck?”

“Being seen,” she said quietly. “Like really seen. People look too close, they start making decisions for you. Judgments. Assumptions. I got tired of that.”

He was quiet for a moment, letting that settle. Then, “You don’t think I’m lookin’?”

She looked up at him, that same faint smirk on her lips. “You look, but you don’t press. There’s a difference.”

He chuckled, the sound soft and real. “Maybe I just know not to push a good thing.”

“Maybe you just see yourself.”

That landed heavier than he expected. He let it hang, not ready to unpack what that meant. He turned back to the screen instead. Elaine was dancing again, awkward and ridiculous, and Noel was laughing—really laughing—like everything in her life before this moment hadn’t just been described in shades of gray.

Leon didn’t say anything else. Just leaned back, letting the moment wash over him.

The clock ticked past midnight.

The sitcom looped back to episode one, and still, neither of them moved.

Noel eventually pulled the blanket over both of them, curling closer like it was second nature.

And for the first time in a long time, Leon didn’t think about the blood on his hands, the ghosts in his past, or the silence he’d gotten used to.

He thought about her.

And somewhere deep in the back of his mind, one question scratched at him like a slow leak in a pipe:

How the hell did she find me?

But he didn’t ask. Not tonight.

Instead, he let her fall asleep on his shoulder, and he stayed awake watching the flicker of the TV reflect in her skin, wondering if maybe—for the first time in forever—he wasn’t drifting either.

[blackelysian]

Date Night.

Joey Bada$$ as Jordan x Black! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,518

Warnings: 18+ Car sex (unprotected), dirty talk, minor breeding kink, nasty stuff

Summary: You and your husband, Jordan have needed some quality time together without the kids. You guys have a cute little date night and take a little adventure.

AN: I hope you guys enjoy! Im still a baby writer so please be kind. Im still new to this and I don't have a taglist yet. If you like and want to be added lmk! Ok ok Enjoy!

7:24pm

It was Friday night and I was getting ready to go on a date with my husband of 4 years, Jordan. Between the kids and his 80 hour a week job this was some much needed alone time. He took the next two days off and the kids are at his mom's so we basically had the whole weekend to ourselves. I was definitely looking forward to our long weekend together.

After applying the finishing touches to my makeup, I let down my pin curls. I begin fluffing my hair out in the mirror and just looking myself over to see how I looked. I heard a low growl come from the bathroom entrance," Damn sexy". I turn to see my boyfriend standing in the doorway entrance gently biting his bottom lip. I giggled girlishly as he walked over and wrapped his arms around me. He puts his head on my shoulder as I lean back into his chest, my heart begins to flutter. I close my eyes as I take in the scent of his cologne as he gently kisses me on the side of my head.

We stayed that way for a while just gently swaying back and forth. " We gotta' go baby, I really don't want us to miss our reservation". I whined wanting to stay in his arms a little bit longer. I stood up fully and fixed my hair . His hands were on my waist as he watched me through the mirror as I was pouting. He turns me around to face him. With him being a muscular 6'2 he towered over my small, petite frame. He grabs my chin and gently kisses my lips a few times telling me to fix my face. He gives my bottom a gentle pat as I pout. We separated and I quickly put away everything I used for my hair and makeup. I spritzed myself with my favorite Jo Malone perfume and exited the bathroom. I go to the closet strap on my heels, grab my purse and head downstairs.

Jordan was sitting on the couch aimlessly scrolling through his phone. He stops to look at me and smiles. "Ready to go?". I quickly nod my head as he grabs his keys and we head towards the door. I walk out the door and hop into the passenger side of his 2021 Range Rover as he locks up the house. He walks to the car and hops in beside me starting the car. As he backs out of the driveway an incoming facetime call comes through on my phone. I looked down at my phone seeing it was from Jordan’s mom. Probably the kids. I answer with a smile waiting for the call to connect. Once it does my smile brightens seeing their little faces in the camera. Ayla, 6 and JJ, 4. " Hi mommy!" they say in unison.

"Hi babies, what are you guys doing?"

" We made cookies with mimi", JJ says in his little soft voice. Mimi was a name they gave Jordan’s mom, instead of calling her grandma.

"Aww did you make mommy and daddy some?" I say as I fake pout into the camera.

"Yes!" Jayla shouts from behind JJ and holds up the little container with cookies in it.

"Where's daddy? '' she asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"I'm right here, im driving right now baby I can't hold the phone." I turned the phone towards Jordan so Ayla could see him. She's such a daddy's girl. A wide smile immediately came across her face.

Jordan glances over and smiles back at her. " Hey babygirl."

JJ pushes his little head back in the camera. " I'm ready to come home!"

I chuckle at him," Come home? You haven't been there that long. You're not having fun at Mimi's house?"

"But I miss you and daddy." The kids are so used to being with us 24/7 they can barely stand to be away from us for a day.

" We aren't coming to get you guys til after the weekend baby. Mommy and daddy are having some alone time." I pout seeing his little sad face.

"It's gonna be okay, when we come and get you guys we can spend all the time you want, okay?" I ask him, giving him a small smile.

"Okay" he says lowly, rubbing his eyes.

"Mommy is gonna call you guys tomorrow, okay I love you two" I blow kisses into the phone.

Jordan says his goodbyes and I hang up the call. " I love our little family baby" Jordan says with a smile as he drapes his arm over the back of my seat, coming to a red light. I look over at him and smile brightly " Me too, thank you for making me a mommy" I lean into the middle console to meet him halfway for what was supposed to be a quick peck but quickly turned into a passionate makeout session. A car beeps the horn from behind us, snapping us away from our moment. Jordan pulls away biting his lip as he pulls off. " Keep kissing me like that and imma give you two more..." he states, lust clear in his tone. I bite my lip and turn to look out the window as we finish making our way to the restaurant.

Once we arrived at the restaurant Jordan helped me out of the car and grabbed my hand as we walked into the restaurant. We were at 'Shoto' which was a brand new Japanese steakhouse by where we lived. I love sushi. Jordan had been trying to get us reservations here for months due to this place being so popular. Finally, he was able to snag one and he surprised me.When we walked in the restaurant was dimly lit with light music playing in the background. We walked up to the hostess stand and were greeted by the host. "Hello, Welcome to Shoto! Can I have a name?" she asks.

“Jordan," He tells the host, gently squeezing my hand.

"Jordan, table for 2 at 8:00pm. Alright, Please follow me" She says with a smile as she grabs two menus and begins to lead us towards our seats.

Once we got to the table a bouquet of roses laid beautifully next to a small tealight candle. “Aw babe, are these for me?” I say, my eyes lighting up. 

“Yea gorgeous” He says deeply, looking at me in the most loving and adoring way. He places a tender kiss on my cheek and we both scoot in the booth on the same side, him first. Once we are seated she sets down our menus "Enjoy your meal", she says with a smile before returning to the hostess stand. I looked around at the dimly lit restaurant and smiled.

" You know what you want?" Jordan asks.

"I don’t know” I drag out. 

“There's so many options. What about you?" 

“I might try these Wagyu tacos.” He turns to look at me. “Or I can just eat you” He says in a deep but hushed tone. My jaw drops as I smack his shoulder.

“Baaabe” I giggle and he winks at me.

Soon after the waiter walks up to take our orders.

"Hello, My name is Austin, I'll be taking care of you two tonight. Can I start you two off with some drinks?"

"Hmmm, I want to try the passionfruit martini please?", I say, dragging out the E.

"I'll take the old fashioned", Jordan says, as I instantly scrunched my face at his drink selection. "Eww babe whiskey, gross"

"I'm a man baby, I don't like that fruity shit", He says, looking at me as he strokes his beard.

“And… you love it when I drink brown” He winks at me again, this time sending a chill down my spine. God why was this man so fine! I look him up and down with a slight smirk.

Just as I was about to respond, the waiter came back with our drinks. "Here you are." he says, setting down our drinks. "Ready to order?" We both nod our heads. I ordered the spicy tuna rolls and Jordan settled for the Wagyu tacos.

"Alrighty, it should be out soon." The waiter says and walks away.

"That's all you want? Don't be asking for any of my food when it comes" He says with a playful mug on his face, sipping his drink.

"Boy, you know you goin feed me some anyways" I chuckle. He smacks his lips and smiles "You don't know me girl"

I playfully scoff " Please I know you better than you know yourself" I say with a smirk, now looking at him.

He starts stroking his beard again causing me to bite my lip at him. " Is that right?" His deep, raspy voice caused a slight trickle in my panties. "Mhmm" I hummed, taking a sip of my drink. I playfully rolled my eyes at him, trying to be serious to hold back the sexual tension that was slowly rising.

"You know ima always share with my baby" He leans over and kisses the side of my head and I smile.

After about 20 minutes we finished our drinks and the waiter started bringing out our food. He also brought us another round of drinks. " These are on the house", He states with a wink. "Enjoy, let me know if you need anything." He smiles and leaves us to eat our meal. A comfortable silence fell over us as we ate and finished our drinks. Him gripping my thigh from time to time and little whispers in my ear just heightened the sexual tension even more. I ended up getting another order of sushi and we got cheesecake for dessert.  After the bill came we were good and full and feeling our drinks. I could tell Jordan was just eager to get me back to the car at this point.

As he pulled out his cash to pay the bill I reapplied my lipgloss, quickly checking myself in my mini compact mirror he got me for my birthday before putting everything back in my purse. He looks over at me "Ready to go, pretty girl?". My heart flutters at the given nickname.

I drunkenly nod my head, slinging my purse over my shoulder and sliding out of the booth. He follows suit as he throws his arm around me and we walk towards the door. Once we get back into his car, he starts it up and slouches back in the seat looking at me. He reaches for the pre-rolled blunt he had sitting in the ashtray. He lights it before cracking the sunroof and pulling off. As we are riding I casually scroll through his phone looking for the next song to play. The warm night time breeze from outside coming in through the sunroof felt good on my melanated skin. Just as I made my song selection, his hand found my leg, his fingertips drawing small circles on my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my womanhood. I look out the window and see that we weren’t on our usual route home.

“Where are we going?” I questioned, a look of confusion on my face.

“We goin make a stop real quick” He says, finishing the blunt and tossing the roach out the window.

A few minutes go by and I see we are pulling onto a back road that leads us to a cliff with an amazing view of the city. He puts the car in park, reclining his seat a little.

“Wow this is so pretty baby, I didn’t even know we had anything like this here.” I say in awe. 

“I thought it would be a perfect way to end the night.” He shifts to look at me, biting his lip.

“You goin 'come get in my lap?” He slurs in a lustful tone.

I smirk and slide my panties off and toss them in the backseat.

I crawl over the middle console and straddle his lap. His hands instantly found my ass of course. By me wearing a short skirt, it sat slightly above my ass, giving him easier access to slide his hands under there. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pokes out his lips, asking for a kiss which I gladly gave him. It didn't take long for the kiss to start to turn steamy. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues fought for dominance.

I pulled away slowly, taking his bottom lip with me. " Mm" he groans as I feel him grow underneath me. He takes a hand grabbing my neck bringing me back into his lips. He uses his free hand to hook my panties to the side, slowly rubbing up and down my slit. I lightly moan against his lips as he continued to get me worked up.

He removes his lips from mine and starts trailing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, stopping and slowly sucking on my spot.

"Damn baby" he groans, slowly sliding two fingers inside of me.

"Mm.. Jordannn" I cry throwing my head back, the squishing sounds becoming louder.

"You've been lookin good all night, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on your pretty ass" He smirks, curving his fingers up and grazing my spot causing me to lean forward into him.

"Oh fuck" My eyes closed tightly as I grind into his fingers.

"Yeah?" he asks in his low, raspy voice. "Sss..shit baby" I whine. " Im gonna cum" I pant.

“Not yet baby, I want you to cum on my dick while I make love to your beautiful ass in front of this beautiful ass view” he says, sliding his fingers out as he unbuckles his belt. His eyes never leaving mine. He slides his pants and boxers down, revealing his already rock hard member. I kiss him sloppily as I slide down on him. We both groan, instantly getting into our own little rhythm.

“Ohh shit” he stuttered, throwing his head back. I grab onto his shoulders and grind down on him. He grabs my waist and drives straight to my spot. The sounds of our love making over powering the music playing. 

“Talk to me baby” he pants, slapping my ass.

“Fuckk you feel soo good papa” I moan out girlishly.

“Yeah? You like the way im fucking you baby?” 

“Oh shitt YES!” I scream, feeling an orgasm brewing. My walls contract around his member in my attempt to hold back my orgasm. I spin around on him reverse cowgirl and start to bounce up and down on him.

“Shit, I'm about to give you another baby” He says lowly, placing kisses down my spine and wrapping one hand around my neck. I look back at him in a seductive gaze “Give it to me papa”. 

I could see all the love in his eyes as we released in sync. Quiet I love yous leave our lips as we both come down from our high. 

“I hope you know i'm not done with you yet”....

[bigbawdy-benzz]

SUPER SHY 3/3

Pairing: Miles 42! X Black Shy Plussize Fem Reader!

Warnings: A little angsty, Rusty spanish

Tags: @aaliyahwalkshere @missmyluv @slutforneteyam @alex110370000 @decapitatedyoshi @gemma42 @mama-2001 @mxa13xx

Summary: First Date with Miles…lets see how this goes will it be a success or will it not go so well stay tuned to find out.You also meet Miles's mother

A/N: The end to the Super Shy series, this was a lot of fun to write and I'm happy all of you enjoyed the first two so I hope you guys enjoy this one!!, also I apologize if it's long I really got into it, Miles is 17 he has a whipski, I was jamming while writing this, that is why so many songs are in the listed. Request me some new suggestions for anyone in astv, This is the end of my Rambling ENJOY my luvs!! pt.1 pt.2

You were shocked at what Miles just said to you, you didn’t expect him to be direct about wanting to take you out. You were in your head speechless, not sure what to say. Miles broke the silence.

“Give me your number, I don’t like that dm shit and you don't deserve to be dmed date information”. He explained

“My number is (XXX-XXX-XXXX)” You say looking at your phone. 

“Okay imma text you when I get home” Miles announced.

“Actually text me when you’ve made it home it's unsafe out here” You reply, receiving a smile from Miles.

“I will mamita” He says before walking off, you enter your apartment thinking about everything that just happened between you and Miles. You notice your mom looking at you as soon as you come in.

“Hmm..you seem happier than usual”. Your Mom exclaimed

“Yeah I'm going on a date tomorrow with Miles!” You blurt out smiling hard.

“TELL ME EVERYTHING” Your mom shouts, sprinting to the couch, motioning you to come over to spill the beans about everything that went down. 

***

Miles makes it home immediately apologizing to his Mom before she shouts at him.

“Lo siento, llego tarde sin enviarte un mensaje de texto mami(Sorry, I'm late without texting you mommy), I was walking a girl home.” Miles apologized, after he apologized he saved your number as ‘mamita 😩🫶🏽’texting you that he was home.

“The girl you've been talkin my ear off about?” Uncle Aaron asks, Mrs. Morales looks at Uncle Aaron confused on what she was hearing”.

“¿A mi hijo le gusta una niña?(Does my son like a girl)?” Mrs. Morales asks,surprised. Miles looked at them, sucking his cheeks in to hide that he was about to smile.

“Yes, it is the girl I've been talking your ear off about, I would be lying if I said I didn’t like her and her name is Y/N”. Miles announced looking at Uncle Aaron and his Mother, it was quiet for two seconds. 

Mrs. Morales and Uncle Aaron stare at each other “TELL US EVERYTHING”. They shout startling Miles.

“Okay Okay, at the start of the walk it was very quiet for 5 minutes because she's shy, I didn't want to bombarded her with question so I used my context clues, I noticed she was listening to music so I asked her what she was listening to, she told me I told her to play it out loud so we both can listen to it. I started singing the song mad loud so she can feel a little more comfortable. She started singing which made me smile because she felt comfortable singing wit me, I started dancing because why not. After that, we started talking about music then it got you know…” Miles stopped talking 

“Vamos hijo cuéntanos(come on son tell us),It got you know what?!” Mrs. Morales exclaimed

“ItgotkindaflirtyfromtherebasicallyshegotshyonmeandIdecidedtodothatmovewhereyouputyourfingerundertheirchintomakethemlookatyouandiaskedherificantakeherouttmomorowbecauseIwassocaughtupinthemoment”. Miles rambled, smiling awkwardly at Uncle Aaron and Mrs.Morales wondering if he did the right thing. They both look at eachother nodding their heads.

Aaron está creciendo con nosotros(Aaron he's growing up on us), this is so exciting my son is so good with girls”. Mrs.Morales says giving Miles the biggest bear hug.

“Ayyyy mami” Miles says, chuckling awkwardly looking at Uncle Aaron waiting for his comment.

“You got play little man me and your mother taught you well”. Uncle Aaron says giving Miles a high five”

“Wait, where are you going to take her?” Mrs. Morales asks looking down at her son

“To be honest I had the plan to take her to a record store then an arcade because she likes music and arcades are always fun”. Miles states looking up at his mom.

“You really took some time to think about this”. Mrs. Morales says proud of her son.

“What you know about record stores Miles?” Uncle Aaron asks.

“The amount of old Black movies I've watched with you Uncle Aaron and it's always a romantic space”. Miles explained shrugging his shoulders. Uncle Aaron nodded his head proud.

“Yeah I got high hopes for you kid” Uncle Aaron states.

“eres tan perfecto que sabes que(you’re so perfect you know that?). You better treat her right Miles”. Mrs. Morales states

“Hes fine Rio he got this right?”. Uncle Aaron asks reassuring Mrs. Morales

“Of course I do Uncle Aaron, and of course I will mami she deserves it” Miles says fist bumping his Uncle.

“Whipped” Uncle Aaron says chuckling, Miles rolled his eyes chuckling.

“Mami, can she also come over tomorrow just in case?” Miles asks, she was shocked for a second.

“Yes she can just leave the door open hijo, but I'm gonna go to bed to get a few hours in before my shift” she says Kissing Miles' forehead.

“buenas noches mami” Miles says.

“Beuenas noches, mi amor, and Goodnight Aaron”. Mrs Morales replies.

“Goodnight Rio” Uncle Aaron says waving at Rio, While Miles was on his phone texting You the details.

‘be ready at 6:30 that's when Imma come pick you up ma?’ 

‘okay, is it any dress code?’

‘nah ma dress to impress or wear what you feel like fits you gon look good either way’

‘boy stop 🙄’

‘What i’m telling the truth hermosa 🤷🏽’

‘I also asked my mom if you can come over tmr after our date’ 

‘so we boutta go out then have a sleepover i'm down with that 👏🏾’ 

‘Good’

‘but i’m boutta go to bed goodnight Miles 🫶🏾’

‘Buenas noches mami 🫶🏽’ 

***

The next day at school was light, you and Miles walked to every class with each other and your friends. The one class he didn’t walk you to, you and  your friends were gossiping about him.

“Girl what happened during that walk yall real locked in” Aaliyah says crossing her fingers.

“Man he asked me on a whole ass date in the most like omg way I wanted to kiss his fine ass”. You say rolling your eyes.

“Damn it was that good?” Ocean asks

“Yeah he made me really comfortable, because it was quiet for a bit. I played my music out loud and he started singing. I joined him, and we spoke about music. I got shy because he said he liked my smile in SPANISH and then he asked me out. You explained.

“Nah yeah thats your man” Aaliyah stated entering the gym seeing Miles with his homeboys playing ball, you guys sit on the bleachers watching.

“Ugh I don't want to go to Biology” You scoff

“Then don’t go, stay in the gym”. Aaliyah says shrugging, you were watching the basketball game noticing Miles coming over.

“Oh shit your man coming”. Ocean states the obvious

“Hola Mami, shouldn't you be in class?” He asked 

“Why you clocking me?” You say jerking your head back, he chuckled at what you said, surprised.

“Since when you skipped class?I'm just making sure my girl don’t get detention”. He explains, you scrunch your nose trying not to smile.

“I'm your girl now?” You ask

“You will be soon,” He says, smirking , getting close to your frame.

“Actually I'm gonna skip with you, give me 5 minutes to finish bussin they ass then we can slide mami”. He states giving you a smile, you nod your head watching him bounce the ball running back to the court. You were kinda winded. He made you shyer than what you already were.

“I know its purring down there” Ocean laughs 

“Nah wrd you flustered as hell”. Aaliyah adds

“Oh shut up” You say falling deeper for him, the way the compression shirt accentuated his body did something to you, the way he towered over you made you weak, his brown skin glistened whenever you saw him.

“She's in a trance yall seein this' ' Ocean looks at the fake cameras.

“Okay but we're gonna go to class to give you and your man some space” Aaliyah states, collecting her things while Ocean waves at you before they leave. You believe they were psychics because Miles jogged back over to you.

“You wanna shoot around?”. He asks

“Uhh I don’t really do basketball, I'm just a girl”. You say tilting your head .

“I'll teach you”. Miles says, spinning the ball on his finger, you roll your eyes.

“Okay show off!” You say chuckling, walking to the court. Miles stood behind you positioning your hands, under his shooting the ball making it in the hoop.

“See now, try by yourself”. He says holding your waist sending a shiver down your spine. You smile to yourself shooting the ball making it in the hoop.

“Okayyyy mamita I see you lets a play a game called horse the first person to spell horse basically by missing five shots loses” He says bouncing the ball.

“Bet what's in this for the winner?” You ask with a smirk

“I don’t know you tell me” He smirks right back at you 

“Maybe a lil cheek kiss” You say being bold, Miles looks at you amused.

“Im jacken that (meaning he can get down with that). He says making a score.

“Your turn ma” He says passing you the ball, you roll your eyes dribbling the ball shooting it in the hoop scoring. This went on for 20 minutes, you only missed 4 times while Miles missed 3. You score another basket feeling yourself.

“Nothin but net baby!” You say flipping your hair snapping in his face.

“You mad cute” He says shooting making it in again, you shoot  making it. Miles misses his next shot.

“One more miss shot and you lose!!” You say making your shot, Miles mocked you shooting and missing.

“WHAT THAT SPELL H-O-R-S-E YOU LOSE!!” You shout proud of yourself.

“Sus inicios suerte,(It's beginner's luck), it's ok because you’re adorable lemme give you that cheek kiss mama”. Miles says grinning.

“Not if you can’t catch me”. You say running off, Miles groans chasing after you laughing your ass off. You look behind, seeing him catch up to you.

“Damn you run fast!”. You shout

“Duh I play basketball” Miles says sarcastically rolling his eyes, he catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist swaying you back and forth, kissing your cheek. The both of you stayed there catching your breaths. You smile to yourself, loving this moment until Miles starts tickling your sides.

“MILES STOP” You shout, laughing. Miles laughs with you because your laugh is really contagious. Laughter filled up the gyms absence of other students besides you two catching the gym teacher's attention from outside the gym

“Shouldn’t you two be in class, especially you Morales. We don’t want you getting detention when you have to be at practice later” The gym teacher spat.

“Yeah Morales” You say mockingly looking at Miles.

“Oh your not off the hook either Ms.Y/L/N” The gym teacher adds

“Yeah Ms.Y/L/N but we’re in study hall block we just don’t have any work to work on so we came to play some ball Coach Edwards” Miles explains.

“Okay just get back to the main class rooms before another teacher catches you before letting you off the hook lovebirds I was a teenager once two’. Mr. Edwards states leaving you two alone.

“He's right, let's go to the art room, it's always empty there right about this time” You state while getting your stuff.

“Aight lemme just throw this ugly ass uniform in my bag” He says getting his stuff together, you two walk to the art room being as quiet as possible not wanting to be caught. You guys sat down talking about nothing sharing headphones, that's your thing now, you learned Miles had a hobby of drawing from time to time.

“You wanna know something” You ask him

“What's up ma” He answers, giving you all of his attention.

“I would never think me and you would be talking”. You say shyly

“Why?” He says concerned.

“Because I would never think you would notice me because of the girls that constantly throw themselves at you  and the friends you have.” You explain

“Those girls don’t do it for me, they want attention so bad that they do anything to get it but you, you had my eye since day one. I just don’t understand why you're so shy, you have all rights to be outgoing, there is nothing wrong with you. I'm not saying there is” He responds. You go immediately quiet after his statement.

“What’s wrong mamita?” Miles asks, you didn’t answer him, you sat there in silence. 

“Está bien mamita, te escucharé(It 's okay mamita i’ll listen to you)” He says sincerely, you felt  comfortable enough to tell him what’s wrong. 

“I don’t like when people say there’s nothing wrong with me when they notice i’m shy or know i’m shy like, ok yeah im pretty but me being pretty doesn’t mean I have to be the loudest person in the room. it bothers me because maybe I don’t want to be popular having all the  attention for my looks and not for the person I am, then having boys only want you because of your status and the way your body looks, and not having them really like you, and everytime I find myself distancing myself away or pushing others away because  they fail to realize im human as well because i'm shy, Im- Im sorry miles. You rambled, Miles looked at you feeling horrible about what he said. 

“Mírame mamá déjame decirte algo,(look at me mama let me tell you something) I'm not one of those people who obviously don ‘t see you for who you are. I see you for Y/N, from the shyness, from the fire ass shoe game you got, from the giggles I hear when your with your friends, from when you’re quiet in class smiling to yourself listening to music, The Y/N that isn’t just a body, the Y/N that likes music, the Y/N that has a great time singing songs at the top of her lungs. Yeah I only walked you home, played horse with you, and only maybe started at you in class in the hallways but I saw so much personality in the little things. You will never have to distance yourself from me. I'm here to make you feel comfortable. You’re a beautiful soul to me” Miles stated looking at you. 

You felt loved and seen, looking at Miles' beautiful brown eyes as the sun gleamed on his skin just right as you were sitting next to a window, you felt speechless, you tried to talk but nothing came out. Miles smiled at you wanting to risk it all. You two were interrupted by the bell signaling it was time to go home. 

You met up with your friends smiling like an idiot. They look at you, then at Miles, then at each other. They wanted to know everything.

“Okay mami I can't walk you home due to practice but imma see you later” Miles says giving you a hug before walking to the gym.

“You have to tell us everything!” Aaliyah exclaimed.

***

You and your friends were at your house playing music helping you get ready for your date with Miles. You were in the shower while they were in your room suggesting things you should wear.

“I personally think you should wear a skirt boo show that bawdy baby” Ocean suggests 

“No I agree it's like 90 degrees” Aaliyah agrees

“I MEAN YEAH I'LL WEAR A SKIRT” You say shouting from the bathroom.

“But it's up to your comfortability” Aaliyah states.

“No i'm okay with a skirt it's hot as hell” You say coming out of the bathroom picking out your outfit.

“Okayyy i'm happy you showing your bawdy it's too hot for the baggy jean Y/N” Ocean says 

“Yeah we don’t want you suffocating” Aaliyah adds

“YOO ITS 6:00 HURRY UP” Ocean shouts, startling you.

“Damn okay” You say chuckling, getting dressed and admiring yourself. You’ve never worn a skirt in a long time, the last time you did you felt uncomfortable but around Miles he made you feel so comfortable to do anything or wear anything around him. You take a deep breath before doing a 360 for your friends. The finished look with your hair done, fit, and shoes(Or you can keep the mary jeans like in the picture).

“Girl when did you get your belly pierced”. Aaliyah asked 

“I got it done during the winter” You reply

“YOU NEVER TOLD US??” Ocean shouts.

“Nah I thought y'all would see it someday” You shrug 

“No but you look good as fuck” Aaliyah exclaims 

“AHHH thank you what time is it” You ask

“You really do. I love this moment for you. I'm really happy for you and it's 6:45” Ocean replies.

“Thank you guys!!” You say holding your arms open. They get up giving you a big bear hug,

“I'm happy for you baby”. Aaliyah says, While you and your friends were having a moment, your Mom heard a knock at the door answering it. She saw Miles with 2 bouquet’s of flowers in his hand.

“Hi Ms.Y/M/L/N Im Miles, these are for you and is Y/N ready?”  her gaze softens at Miles handing her the flowers still holding one for you.

“Yes she is, I'll call her Y/N MILES IS HERE FOR YOU”. Your mom shouts. You and Your friends' eyes widen shuffling to get out of your room. They walk out of your room first to give you the floor, you walk down the stairs like the bad bitch you’re. Your friends snap as you walk down  the stairs and your mom is looking at you with the biggest smile on your face. Was Miles shy fuck yes was he going to tell you that hell no. He saw you walk down the stairs gulping mumbling to himself. You finally come into close contact with him smelling his cologne, seeing the flowers in his hand.

“te ves hermosa mamá(you look beautiful), these flowers are for you” Miles stated looking you up and down making you shy.

“Awe thank you these are beautiful you didn’t have to Miles” You say looking at the flowers like you haven't seen them. the carnations, mixed with other flowers, the aesthetic of them were so beautiful, you weren't a flower person but he just made you into one. You put them in the vase right by the door.

“No, I definitely had to how am I supposed to take you out on our first date without a grand gesture. First times are always supposed to be special, beautiful”. Miles says tilting his head, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. You swear you could fall to your knees how he was looking at you.

“Yo-You are something else truly” You say smiling.

“Mhm and you love it ready to go?” Miles asks.

“Of course, see you guys tomorrow!!” You say while giving your mom and your friends hugs. 

“HAVE FUN, BUT NOT TOO MUCH FUN”. Your mom shoes while you're already out the door. You and Miles were in a comfortable silence walking out of your apartment to his car.

“I meant what I said when I said you look beautiful”. Miles breaks the silence making you smile.

“Thank you I could say the same about you, you smell good. I love the hair, and your outfit is gaza. Did you get it your hair done for this specific occasion?” You ask 

“Maybe maybe not, you did  wear a skirt for this occasion”. Miles replied callin your ass out.

“YEAHHH you're done” You say rolling your eyes. Miles chuckles, unlocking the car as it was in arms reach, you reach for the passenger side hearing a smack of the teeth.

“Nah you betta not this is my job now” He says opening the door for you were shocked, he closed the door walking around to the drivers side. Y'all didn't go anywhere yet and you were already smiling like an idiot.

“Thank you Miles.” You says shyly

“No problem mami that's what a man is supposed to do for their girl” Miles says starting the car pulling off, he hands you the aux. You connect your phone playing Heated by Beyonce, feeling yourself as you felt beautiful, Miles looked over a few times smiling as you were having fun

You sang along with Beyonce “Nevеr met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no With a waist that wine like this, my love”

Miles smirks at you “You right never met a girl as fine as you”. He says winking at you. You roll your eyes, chuckling, continuing to sing the song.

You start fanning yourself off as Beyonce says, body rolling enjoying yourself Miles looks over, shocked as you were letting loose.

“Get it mama!” He shouted hyping you up, you laughed looking at him.

“I know my life can get so crazy but as long as you're right here” You sing.

“None of the gossip, nothing can stop us.

I wanna love you with no fears” Miles sings right after.

“Close your eyes and take my hand 'Cause what we have is something special, Baby let's just take our chance” The both of you sing together, for the rest of the car ride you and Miles were listening to music. Miles suddenly parked and you were lost in your thoughts.

“We’re here hermosa” Miles announced, looking over at you. You nod your head about to get out of the car when you notice miles was already opening the door for you.

“You’re such a gentleman” you say getting out the car, Miles locked the car and you looked ahead of you. It was a record store you always wanted to visit one, but you thought they were all gone or abandoned. Miles looked behind him, seeing you admire the front of the store with a smile plastered on his face.

“Come on hermosa it gets better inside!” Miles exclaims, holding the door for you. You enter the record store in awe, you were in awe. You saw all the vinyls that you wanted, Lana del rey, The Weekend, Sza, Drake, New Jeans, Victoria Monet, Brent faiyez etc.

“Miles, how did you know I wanted to come here?” You ask looking up at him.

“I took a hint and used my context clues music is your thing and you get very passionate talking about it so I took my chances” Miles explained

“You’re truly amazing” You say wanting to kiss him, looking up at him while he was explaining. Miles blushed a little, hiding his face.

“Omg I saw that splash of pink on your cheeks did Miles Morales just blush” You say gasping dramatically.

“Absolutely not,” Miles denies.

“If you're not blushing stop hiding that pretty face from me” You say pouting, Miles looks at you smiling.

“aight you caught me” Miles rolls his eyes.

“Awe my baby so cute” you say chuckling, realizing what you said.

“Oh I’m your baby now?” Miles asks, you got shy scratching your head.

“Yes” you blurred out without even thinking about your answer. Miles nodded his head, liking that answer.

“Hold up do a 360 f’me mama lemme see you” Miles says looking down at you, you do what he says weak in the kneeeeeees.

“I’m sorry you just look so beautiful standing in front of me” Miles states. You walk away from him not being able to breathe, he’s making you so flustered it’s crazy. He laughs to himself following you, wrapping his arms around your waist. resting his chin on your head, rocking you to the song playing in the background(Loveee song by Rihanna). You smile to yourself looking through the vinyls in front of you. It was quiet for about 10 minutes before you moved to another section.

Miles followed you around the store loving every second of it. You were definitely talking his ear off but he didn’t mind, he loved your own takes on what certain albums were about and the symbolism certain songs have. He loved how you were so perfect in your little world, something so simple as explaining songs and or talking about your favorite albums made him even more attracted to you.

“I literally have to have you listen to the Renaissance album by beyoncé because she ate” You exclaimed

“I’m down for that” Miles replied, staring at you. You noticed smiling.

“what you starin at something on my shirt?” You ask.

“Nah you real pretty mama” Miles replied.

“Oh my god” You say, rolling your eyes.

“You wanna buy any of these vinyls hermosa?” Miles asks. You nod your head, speed walking to the New Jeans Super Shy album.

“Power puff girls?” He asks, tilting his head.

“No, that's just the album cover, and their aesthetic you got a lot of music to listen to my love” You say chuckling, he smiles at that name.

“You only want that one?” He asks, you nod your head. The both of you walk to the cashier, you prepare to pay but already slid the cash on the counter.

“Miles you didn’t have to” You say pouting.

“I did you out with me you don’t gotta spend your money and it was cheap you good ma” He responds walking out the store. You follow behind him.

“Wanna go to the arcade across the street?” Miles asks.

“OF COURSE I'M BOUTTA KICK YOUR ASS AT THOSE GAMES '' You shout!

“OH PLEASE” He shouted back, "you guys cross the street entering the arcade. You and Miles hit basketball first (of course athletic ass nigga),He beat you but you were delusional.

“YEAHHH I BEAT YOU” you shout prancing around.

“Nuh uh” Miles says

“Fuck you mean nuh uh the scores is right there!” you say pointing to score of 25 to 13 💀,Miles holds his laughs back letting you brag.

“okay okay mamita you beat me” Miles says walking to ski ball, you follow him with the biggest smile on his face. You and Miles play every game up in that arcade you had the upper hand on Mileses winning streak.

“See I told you i’ll kick your ass” You say, Miles had his eyes on a game with a big ass teddy bear hanging on the side of it. He was determined to win you one. He suddenly disappeared and you saw him, throwing balls at bottles. He was so focused. You stood next to him watching, he only had one more left to hit and he hit it. You clapped at his victory.

“Here you go!” The host says giving Miles a huge hello kitty plush. Miles then gave it to you, you looked at the plush in awe. You squealed, hugging it. Miles rushed to get his phone out taking a picture of you hugging the plush, It was adorable.

“awe thank you baby…” You say skipping around with the plush, Miles smiled at you witnessing you so happy thinking, ‘i'm the only one that gets to see her like this’. He snaps out of his trance.

“Mamita let’s go get some food!” He states.

“Yes I'm starvinggg” You say skipping over to him, holding his hand, Miles was shock feeling the warmth of your hand fill his. Miles looks down seeing you hold the plush so close to you. You and Miles walk around a bit to find something to eat. You two decided on Chipotle something simple.

You sat your plushie down in an empty chair right next to you, while Miles sat across from you. You were stuffing rice in your face, Miles looked at you laughing his ass off.

“Damn little lady, you can sure put it away”. He says, cackling.

“Youu soooooo funny” You muttered.

“I'm sorry that was funny as hell”. Miles states, you mock him rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even sound like that” Miles declared.

“Mhm sure…” You say laughing to yourself, you couldn’t lie miles looked cute while he was eating his food. You took your phone out taking a picture of him, He glared at you.

“What, I'm sorry you looked like a cute chipmunk!”. You exclaimed

“You’re so lucky you're cute”. Miles says finishing up his food, You and Miles cleaned up the table, taking pictures in the window. You weren’t a picture person and so wasn’t Miles but, when you two are together it's all you wanna do with Miles to keep the memories. You and Miles were wandering around Manhattan taking pictures of random things well, you were taking pictures of random things, he was taking pictures of you taking pictures of random things. You took a quick glimpse at Miles and he looked exhausted. 

“Are you tired Miles? we can go back to your house” You say examining his face. He shakes his head, giving you a tired smile.

“No no you're sleepy it's okay” You say, Grabbing his hand walking back to his car, he let you drag him back to the car, it was a new feeling that he liked. Miles unlocks the car, still making sure to open the car door for you before he gets in. You and Miles sat in, comfortable silence considering the both of you were tired, you looked at your plushie, then at your vinyl smiling to yourself. The music in the background (Heal your heart by brent faiyaz), made this moment better for the both of you. Before you knew it, You were at Miles’s house, you were nervous to be honest what if his mom was home, your thoughts were interrupted by Miles opening the door for you.

Walking to his door number he picked up on your nervousness. 

“Don’t worry hermosa she’s gonna love you”. Miles says, unlocking the house door, you take a deep breath walking in right after him. 

“Hola mami” Miles greets his mother as she is in the kitchen. Today was her day off and he was confused why she was still awake at this time.

“Hola Mrs.Morales Im-'' Before you could finish your sentence, she rushed into the living room to greet you.

“You’re the famous Y/N. It's nice to meet you, wait you speak spanish”, Mrs.Morales greeted you.

“Yes, just a little I have to brush up on some phrases”. You say, giving her a smile.

“What am I chopped liver?”. Miles says, crossing his arms.

“Lo siento hijo su saludo me tomó por sor (Sorry son her greeting took me by surprise), did my son win that bear for you” Mrs. Morales says apologizing, while asking you.

“Yes he did, he did a great job”. You say, nodding your head looking at Miles giving him a warm smile. You and Mrs.Morales sit down talking about your date, yourself, and everything you like about Miles building a bond with his mother. He watched leaning on a door frame smiling to himself.

“My two girls” He says yawning smiling to himself, heading for bed.

[miley-citrus]

ꕤ Tell Me ꕤ

Pairing: Black Reader x Connie Springer

Word Count: 2.5k

CW(content warning): straight smut. (mention of drugs)

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You loved him or well you believed you loved him. He was always on “business” trips to the point you never had time to love him. To show him how much you cared for him like no one ever cared for you.

I didn't know how it felt to be loved anymore. That's if Eren even loved you in the first place. That was until Connie came along. You loved him like a best friend. Or well you thought.

Eren was out of town for his weekly business trip. So you decided to hang out with his best friend Connie like you always did when he was away. Connie had some drops to do and said he could pick you up after he was done. But you insisted on coming with him anyways. Finishing freshening up you hear a car pull up outside your window. You look at your phone vibrate on the dresser.

Connie<33: outside mama 

You: comingg

You hurry and put your lip gloss on. Grabbing your phone and purse in the process. Making your way to the front door, closing it behind you. You start walking down the front porch stairs to his car. Standing outside the car door he greets you with a toothy smile. “Hi pretty” he cheeses. “Hi Con” you smile back. He immediately opens the door for you to get in. After closing your door he makes his way around to the driver's side. The smell of weed and cologne immediately hits your nose when you enter the car. 

“You ready to go pretty?” he says putting his seatbelt on. You turn to look at him making sure to check him out in the process. “I'm ready as long as I get to pick the music” you say. He laughs before answering “Yes of course you can pick the music. You have the best taste out of the two of us anyways” “Glad we established that” you say.

Grabbing his phone out of the cupholder you put in his password and click on your playlist. The first song to play is “Show me by Joey Bada$$”. Putting your freshly painted white toes on his dashboard, you sing along to the song. “Tell me how you loved before” Looking at you he smiles at you like you're the prettiest girl in the world. You look back at him and smile back with nothing but happiness in your eyes.

He loves seeing you smile since he's used to you being down all the time because his best friend-your boyfriend isn't showing you any attention. Finally arriving at the first “customer's” house he asks you to grab the duffel bag in the backseat. Taking your seatbelt off, you reach over to the backseat grabbing the bag. Connie getting a good look at your ass in the small denim shorts you were wearing in the process. 

Handing the bag to him he takes out a small clear bag filled with god knows what. Throwing the black duffel bag back in the backseat he tells you to stay in the car and then lock the door. “I'll be back just stay in the car” he says. You nod and do as he says.

He walks up to the house and knocks on the door. Some guy with long brown hair opens the door and lets him in. You decide to get on your phone until he comes out. Ten minutes pass by and walks out of the house dapping the guy up before walking back to the car. You unlock the door letting him back in. 

You ask him if you were going back to his place to watch a movie. “Yes if that's what you want mama” he smiles. Starting to drive to his place you turn the music back up. You scream along to the songs until you arrive at his house. He turns off the car and opens his door to run around and help you out of the car.

You look up at him and say “You know you dont have to keep opening and closing the door for me” He frowns before replying “Pretty girls deserve to be treated as princesses” You laugh and push him away walking up to the house.

He comes up behind you unlocking the door to let you inside. You immediately make your way to the kitchen opening the pantry door. You grab a bag of microwavable popcorn and put it in the microwave. “CONNIE” you yell. “Yes y/n” he replies

“Can you pick a movie to watch please” He stayed silent for a minute until he thought of one. “Transformers Revenge of the Fallen” You smile “Yea hoe I put you onto Transformers foreal” He laughs before replying “Watch your mouth..but yes you put me on y/n.” 

After getting the popcorn out of the microwave and grabbing some drinks. You both walk to go sit on the couch. Grabbing the remote he starts the movie. You get comfortable with your snack and recline with your legs laying over Connie.

He lays his arms on your legs. After a couple of minutes into the movie, he starts rubbing up and down your thighs. You dont think much of it because you're so into the movie. That's until he starts to rub higher close to the top of your shorts. Your breathing starts to speed up. “C-Connie” you whisper. “Yes pretty” he turns to you.

“You know we shouldn't be doing this right now. Eren is your best friend and my boyfriend” you mumble. “My “best friend” treats you like shit. Just let me show you how you're supposed to be treated.” You look down and fumble with your fingers until he lifts up your head with his finger.

“Please pretty?” he sighs. You give in with a small head nod. He continues rubbing up your thighs until he gets to your pussy. He rubs you through the outside of your shorts stimulating your clit. Feeling the pool of wetness start to form in your underwear you start to squirm around. 

Removing his hands away from your clit he looks up at you for permission to take off your shorts. You nod. Sliding the shorts he starts to trace the curves on your body. You move your legs off of him and crawl onto his lap. Taking his face into your hands you look him in the eyes.

“I’ve been waiting forever to be in this moment with you” he speaks. “So have I” you whisper. Moving your face closer to his your lips graze over his. This goes on for a while until he can't take it anymore. Crashing his lips upon yours his tongue made his way through your parted lips.

Gliding his hands from your hips he snakes his hands up to your throat. Lightly grasping it but enough to restrict some of your airflow. Continuing this heated kiss your body starts reacting to what's going on. Grinding your hips on his crotch you feel a bulge start to form under you. “fuck” he groans under his breath.

“You must've really been waiting for this the way your grinding against me” he speaks. You dont answer, mind to fogged up by the stimulation his dick is giving your clit through your thin panties. “Hm pretty? Answer me” he thrusts his hips up hitting a spot that makes you gasp. “F-fuck yes Connie” you cry.

Liking your reply he smiles and then begins kissing down your neck. Fixed on leaving noticeable marks for people to say. One of those people is Eren for sure. He didn't care how pissed Eren would get if he saw these marks. He wanted to show him that he could treat Y/n much better than he ever could.

Creeping his hand up to your chest he plays with your nipple through the thin skimpy fabric you call a shirt. Feeling you had no bra on he drops his head to your boobs. Wrapping his lips around your nipple he flicks it with his tongue. “ngh” you moan. A wet patch formed on his pants from all of the grinding you were doing. You were getting sick of the teasing. “Connie stop teasing me and just fuck me already. Please” you begged. 

Sympathizing for you he quickly picks you up and makes his way to his bedroom. Not missing a chance to strike your ass. “Ow,” you cry. Laying you on the bed he throws his wife beater off slinging it somewhere across the room. You begin taking off the rest of your clothes as he does the same. Catching a glimpse of his dick in the lowly dim room you start rubbing your legs together.

You thought he was big but not…this big.

Missing the touches he burned into your skin you pull him onto the bed. Opening your legs you allow him in between them. He lays in between your legs snaking his hand back to your aching cunt. You and him could both feel the slick forming around his fingers.

Lifting himself back up you could feel his mushroom tip press against your hole. Your wetness coating his dick in self-made lubricant. All you could think about right now was if he was going to fit or not. Eren had a good size just like Connie but he was much thicker. Girthy.  

He could feel your body tense up. “Relax mama, just let me take care of you” he speaks. You silently nod and relax your body as much as you could. Believing you were ready he pushed slowly inside you. “O-oh f-fuck” you moan. It was like the air had been knocked out of you. This wasn't your first time but it sure as hell felt like it.

You felt so full it was making your head foggy. He let you take a breath and get used to it before you told him it was okay to move. “You c-can move Connie” you breathe. Slowly rocking into you the pain starts to subdue. “F-faster” you say. Picking up the pace every quick snap of his hips has you clenching painfully around his dick. 

“Damn pretty, you get so tight for me” he groans. Wrapping your legs around his back to feel his thrusts get deeper. He lays a hand on your lower tummy and asks “You see how good I'm filling you up right now”

Tired of you not answering when he asks the first time he grips your neck to move your face closer to his. Still not missing a beat in thrusting up into your cunt. “Answer me when I'm talking to you mama” he demands. You immediately answer back not being able to take his hard thrusts. “Y-yes yes s-so good Con” you wail. 

Letting the grip on your neck go he lets you fall back down on the sheets. Lifting your legs up by your ears he thrusts even deeper into your cunt. It honestly seemed impossible for him to get even deeper than he was. “Oh.my.god. C-con” Your body really couldn't take it anymore. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably above your head.

Moving your hand towards his pelvis you try to push him away from you to stop his hard thrusts. “C-cant con. C-cant take a-anymore” you beg. He knew you could take it that's why he didn't care what you were crying about. He was determined to have you cream around his dick. 

“You can take it pretty. I know you can so move your hand.” he groans. You weren't listening to him at all. You were still scratching at his pelvis. “Y/n. Move your fucking hand before I move it for you.” Your mind was so mixed up at the moment. You didn't care what happened if you didn't move your hand. Grabbing your hand he moves it to the side. He slips out of your cunt flipping you onto your hands and knees. “Arch.” he says.

Oh, he was pissed and you didn't want to piss him off even more so you do as he says and arch. Feeling up on your ass he spreads you open trying to see the slick running out of your cunt. “You have the prettiest pussy you know that mama” he speaks. You groan trying to close your legs embarrassed about being so exposed. 

The cold draft in the room had your pussy clenching on nothing but air. “You told me you can't take it but your pussy is telling me something different” he smirks. Rubbing his tip up and down your slit he slips back inside of you. Both of you gasping at the feeling.

He immediately starts the same pace again. All that can be heard in the room is you and his groans and sounds of you and his mixed cum. “So fucking good” Connie groaned. You felt yourself starting to get close. You started matching his thrusts, clapping your ass against his thighs. 

Lifting your body up to his chest by the back of your neck he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Tell me how good I'm making you feel right now pretty” “s-so good Con” you gasp. “Could Eren fuck you this good? Make you cream around his dick like this? hm?” Connie asks. “N-No Connie” you reply. Delighted with your reply he lets your neck go. Falling back onto his soft cologned-filled sheets you continue clawing at them. Feeling you getting so close he snacks a hand over to your clit. Rubbing the nub in quick circles. 

This newly added feeling has you crying into the sheets. Juices dripped onto his palm and sheets. “ Come on pretty girl. Come around my dick” Speeding up the pace of his thrusts and clit has you and him both twitching. Groaning into the sheets you gasp “I’m cumming”

A couple more thrusts pressures you into making a mess on his dick and his sheets. “O-oh f-fuck con” “dont hold back pretty. Let it all out ” he says. That's exactly what you do. You wet up all of his abdomen with your juices. After tightening even harder around him it causes him to spill his seed inside you. 

Giving you a couple more thrusts to ride out your high he pulls out of you. Your body immediately collapses onto the sheets. At this time you're just trying to catch your breath and think about what just happened. Connie gets up from the bed and quickly runs to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean you up. Coming back to the bedroom he gently cleans you up trying his best not to make you uncomfortable. Your body is still shaking and twitching some but he can see you're thinking about something.

After cleaning both you and him up. He gets a blanket to cover you both up. “Just rest pretty, we can think and talk about what just happened in the morning. Ok?” he speaks. You reply with a small yes and snuggle up against him trying to sleep. Before falling asleep Connie makes one more comment. 

“Erens going to murder the both of us and hide our bodies” 

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[simp4eshal]

masterlist!!

DRABBLES !!°

Death herself was a beauty°! drabble serie

A drabble serie in wich Reader, a pretty and confident poc woman, makes our boys fall head over heals for her.

OT7! PG-16(based on the chapter)

Part 1: The introduction of death

Part 2: The Janitor's closet (Jungkook focus!)

ONESHOTS !!°

“I was in the M O O D when she said park my car down the backstreet”

based on “Ryd” by Steve Lacy

Summary: Seokjin takes you on a late night drive, and he did not expect to end up on the backseat with you.

warning: best friend!Jin x reader, late night drive listening to Steve Lacy, pure fluff and smut, Jin is shy at first and overwhelmed, he is also kinda possesive during sex, car sex, so much passion and lust between these two, boyfriend material!Jin, reader is straightforward asf, she rides him because that’s the lyrics, black!reader, reader speaks french when annoyed at him, chill sex bc they kinda high, so use of drugs (weed only), Seokjin drives a converstible audi and it’s hot

link here

“You never wanted nothing from me, I just fuck you and leave.”

based on “That’s why I love you” by SiR feat Sabrina Claudio

Summary: Kim Namjoon is your secretary, and also your sexfriend. Besides your professional and intimate relationships, you don’t have anything in common with him. But Namjoon finds himself very vulnerable when, for the first time, he asks for more. More of you, and your attention. And your cold demeanor does not stop him from being expressive of his love for you. After all, that’s why he loves you.

warnings: angst, unrequired feelings, toxic relationship, smut, switch!Namjoon x switch!reader, fluff at the end I swear, Namjoon cries, vulnerable Joon, slip of the L word during sex, reader is emotionally constipated but it gets better, not so mutual pinning, reader ghost Namjoon for like a week and he almost go crazy, slighty yandere!Namjoon, toxic asf!reader, black!reader, she only wanna protect his heart but makes him suffer instead, it seems like a lot but there’s an happy ending I swear

“I mean she’s so perfect in her own little world”

Based on “Love is only a feeling” by Joey Bada$$

Summary: Hoseok would do anything to protect you, you and your own little world.

warnings: a lot of fluff, lil angst, mutual pinning, brother’s best friend!Hoseok x lil sister!reader, age gap (4 years), hoseok is so so soft and in love, biggest simp hoseok, oblivious but in love reader, love letters uwu, smut in the form of love making, slightly overprotective hoseok, chill big bro!yoongi, yoongi is the voice of reason and love his lil sis and hobi, black!reader

“I got a thing for you, and I can’t let go”

based on “Age ain’t nothing but a number” by Aaliyah

Summary: Your dad’s coworker, Mister Jeon, shouldn’t be this attractive. He really shouldn’t.

warnings: age fucking gap (15 years y’all, reader’s 23 and Jungkook’s 38), jungkook is scared of her atp, reader is shameless and jungkook’s overwhelmed, koo is so fucking confused I almost feel bad for writing him like this, reader likes dilfs a lot, mutual pinning, smut, pregnancy scare, angst, fluff, Will Smith as reader’s dad because why not

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SERIES !!°

She's a maneater ; A Kim Taehyung sm au

Resume: Kim Taehyung is a shy art major in Paris, Y/N's an outgoing fashion major in Paris too. What happens when, for Jimin's sake, the two of them meet at a party ? She ruins him.

Social media au

read story here !

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Wanna get drunk and nasty ? ; A Jeon Jungkook sm au

Resume: What happens when Jungkook gets drunk in Rome ?

Social media au

coming soon

[notapradagurl7]

My Favorite Star.

Black Fem! Reader x Joey Bada$$ as Unique/KadeemPornstar!

Summary: On a regular Friday after work before waiting for one of his latest videos, your neighbor Kadeem brought you a package until you found out that your fine ass neighbor was your favorite porn star, Unique. You decided to spend time with him.

A/N: it’s been a minute since I wrote about Joey, enjoy! don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open!

WC: 4433k.

Warnings: dirty talk, smoking weed, praise, orgasm denial, fingering, use of AAVE, cussing, use of the n-word, rough sex, choking kink, protected sex, consensual for both parties, exhibitionist kink, AU where Unique is in the modern day world, PWP, pet names.

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It was a typical Friday night, the kind where the world outside felt like a distant echo while you nestled into your cozy apartment with a bag of snacks and a comfy pink blanket in your bedroom. The smell of something sweet and lavender wafted in the room.

The flickering light from your TV danced across the four on your brown skin as you scrolled through your favorite adult site, your heart racing with anticipation for the latest video featuring Unique.

Your freshly two-strand twisted locs hung in front of your face, your fingers carefully pulled out the black rubber bands.

The black screen with red trims displayed a white loading icon that was frustrating, while the message read, "New video arriving soon—don’t miss out on UniqueDaDon!”

With a deep sigh, your face contorted in frustration as you rolled your eyes, the weight of impatience settling heavily in you. Your thumb angrily swiped up the screen, dismissing the page with a flick that felt almost like a release.

You shut your phone off and tossed it onto the pillow, the device landing with a soft thud, mirroring your exasperation.

Where was Unique? Your favorite porn star, Friday, Wednesday and Monday nights before 11pm were his usual scheduling time on the adult site. He was never late either, this was new.

A sudden yet alarming knock on your door jolted you back to reality. You glanced at the time—11 PM. Who the hell could it be?

Your heart raced for a different reason now, but as the doorbell chimed, your phone's camera revealed Kadeem's familiar face. You sighed in relief, putting down the gun that had been your recent purchase.

“Y/N, you've got a package! It’s a crockpot, right?” His voice was teasing, laced with that signature charm that made your heart flutter.

Damn it. They accidentally sent your purple crockpot to him. That was the last time you ordered anything online without double-checking the delivery address.

“Uh, yeah! Just, uh, some... new cooking material for my collection!” You called back, trying to play it cool, but the heat creeping up your cheeks gave you away.

You opened the door, your heart racing as you took in his appearance. He wore a black tee, paired with sweatpants. and those dark brown eyes of his sparkled under the orange hallway lights.

Kadeem chuckled, his laughter deep and rich, echoing through the thin walls between your apartments. “Cookin’ material, huh? What’chu cooking tonight?” he teased, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed casually.

“Maybe some beef stew this time, hopefully it turns out good, not too soft, if not, i'll just order take out,” You replied with a nod.

“I always smell something good from your apartment, I know you're good at what you do,” He said, smiling a bit.

He resided directly opposite you in the upscale, five-story apartment complex located in the suburbs, where both of you occupied units on the first floor. This location suited you due to your job at the nearby library, which provided a tranquil environment.

Kadeem resided in apartment 102 while you were in apartment 101; the building was quiet and uneventful, mostly occupied by residents or college students who minded their own business.

You tried to play it cool, but the heat creeping up your cheeks betrayed you. “Uh, thanks for bringing it over,” you said, trying to sound casual.

He leaned against the doorframe, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “You know I got you, Y/N. Just doin’ my neighborly duties,” he replied, stepping a little closer. He leaned casually against the doorframe, the air thick with unspoken tension.

“So, what you into these days? Besides, ya know, cookin’?” His gaze dropped to your box, and you felt your heart skip a beat, knowing he couldn't see the website you had been on.

You smirk, trying to deflect. “Oh, you know, just the usual. Binge-watching, and the occasional art pieces of mine.” You shot back, trying to keep it light-hearted, but the heat of the moment was palpable.

You wanted to be done with this conversation quickly before you missed a notification, pursuing your lips. Especially testing out your new crockpot.

“Well, thanks again Kadeem, I'll be sure to let know you if I need to smoke weed,” You quickly said, eyeing him up and down.

“Anytime, Y/N,” Kadeem replied back, as he walked away from the door and toward his apartment door.

“Bye Kadeem,” You sang playfully with a smile, waving back to him before closing the door.

He sold marijuana to nearby residents while working as a full-time adult film actor to cover his expenses, on a reputable black-owned porn site that strictly filtered out unsavory characters, minimized ads.

He exclusively showcased black women or curvy black women in his content. In their mid-twenties and some older, in their early thirties. From this very neighborhood.

His work wasn't much vanilla, nor too many hardcore videos, if there was a fantasy from the woman then Unique would fulfill it. He was always at the top row of the home page, verified with five stars.

After work, you would smoke weed with him since he was your plug, chatting about your day, and you always made a point to pay him. However, Kadeem consistently reminded you that it was free of charge.

Your heart raced as you clicked on the notification, the familiar thrill coursing through you.

“Oh shit, I can’t be late,” you whispered quickly, grabbing your phone with ease.

You ran inside of your bedroom and grabbed your laptop, putting it on the charger, you flipped the light switch and the darkness filled the room.

You snuggled into the blankets of your bed to get comfy, grabbing your earbuds and plugged it in your phone below, the timer on the adult site went to 10 seconds, as the logo of the website flickered on the black ink screen.

“Five…four…three…” You mumbled under your breath, your eyes glued to the screen.

“Now Unique wants to post on time, huh?” You sang lowly but smirked a bit, biting down on your lip.

The intro music softly faded in and out, and suddenly there he was Unique displaying that signature smirk that made your stomach flip. You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. Good thing this video wasn't recent either.

The video began with Kadeem showed off that signature smirking, lying down at the front of his bed with his hands behind his head, a smirk on his face and while the black woman with the same dark brown complexion as him, crawled toward him with the dim light of the room that felt as intimate as your own.

Your mouth went agape once the video faded out, and you quickly came to a sudden realization, the same man who was your plug, lived across from you was your favorite porn star? How the hell did you not see that?

His hands adorned gripped her throat, momentarily constricting her airflow, eliciting a soft harsh gasp from the woman, passing the condom to him, her hands rested on the headboard as he lifted her and settled down onto his dick. She began riding him with a steady pace.

“Faster, you pretty slut,”

His eyes flickered back to the camera with a playfully glint as if he was looking at you through the screen, letting low groan from the warmth of her walls gripping his dick tightly, “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how good you’re feeling,”

Every moan, grunt, thrust spurred you on, the ache in your stomach made you squirm underneath the blankets, and your tiny whimper left your lips.

“Lord, help me,” you whispered, sinking deeper into the pillow as you tried to ignore the ache building inside you.

You knew you shouldn’t be watching this, especially when you had just seen him a few moments ago, but here you were, it felt all too real. Your breath hitched and panted heavily.

And then he did that one thing you liked, talking to the wrong through her climax.

“There you go, let me have it,”

Once the video was over and swiped up to exit, you quickly ran toward the bathroom and accidentally knocked over your small dresser, the thud noise echoed through the walls. You screamed out loudly.

“Shit, all this fucking time, it was him,” You mumbled to yourself, wondering how you did not see it.

You were still bewildered by the fact that it was really him, and you imagined how it would feel to be in her place, to have those hands on you, to feel that body against yours. That friction with him.

Just then, the doorbell rang again, pulling you from your reverie. You cursed out loud, but curiosity got the better of you. You cleaned up mess, and threw the glass in the trash. “Who the fuck could it be now?”

You quickly paused the video and tossed your phone aside, throwing on a hoodie to cover up as you made your way to the door, your heart racing once again.

“Y/N, you good in there? I heard you scream and a loud thud. You alright?” Kadeem’s voice echoed through the door, concern lacing his tone.

“Yeah, just uh...tripped over something! I’m good!” you called back, trying to sound nonchalant, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed your nerves.

“Alright, just checking on you,” he replied, and you could hear the concern in his voice. “You know I’m just across the hall if you need anything. Like...you know, a good smoke or a good meal.”

You chuckled awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again, but it wasn’t just from embarrassment anymore. It was that undeniable attraction you felt toward him, mixed with the knowledge of what he did for a living, that sent your heart racing.

You stood at the door, then opened it revealing Kadeem there. Still dressed in the same attire, while you exhaled a blissful sigh. “Actually, I don't feel like cooking tonight, I could use a good meal,”

“Dinner is on me, I got you. What do you want to eat?” Kadeem asked in a warm tone, his eyes on you, you felt the heat rush in your cheeks again.

“I'll just take some wings and fries, my drink can be a fruit punch, ranch on the side too by the way,” You added, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Done,” he said, pulling out his phone, scrolling through the DoorDash app, typing in the food, the drinks and the sauce.

“While we wait, can I ask you something Kadeem?” you said softly, your tone a bit nervous yet steady. You walked over to the light purple couch with him, you took a seat on the left side.

He looked up from his plate, his eyes flickered back to you, while he gently plopped onto the couch beside you, “Of course you can, what’s on your mind?”

You hesitated briefly, but the moment felt right. “So, um… this might sound a bit weird, but I’ve been watching a lot of your content online. Like, you know, Unique? Your videos? I’m a fan.”

“You’re a fan of my videos?” he asked in a soft tone like he was surprised a bit. His body shifted toward you and his knees brushed against yours.

“Yeah, you’re good at what you do,”

Kadeem smiled at what you said to him, “I appreciate that, but you know, I could tell you were a fan. Your comments always stood out, they were always so funny, and clever,”

Your heart raced as you processed his words, feeling exposed yet thrilled. “So you’ve been watching me watch you?” you teased, your voice playful despite the heat washing over you.

“Can you blame me? You’re kinda hard to miss. Cute as hell, smart, sexy, funny, beautiful, always with that smile,” he replied, leaning back against the couch, as he flashed that charming grin. “And trust me, I’ve got fantasies of my own about you.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “Are you serious?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way he looked at you made it hard to concentrate.

“Let’s just say, I’ve imagined what it’d be like to have you in many positions,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

Kadeem had a crush on you, and those feelings surpassed into something deeper, but your imagination did run wild.

“I've had a few of the same.” You could hardly believe the words spilling from his mouth, it made your heart race.

“But honestly, I’d rather just have you all to myself, no cameras,” he admitted, his tone shifting to something more intimate.

You tried to speak but the words caught in your throat. You weren’t sure how to respond.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N. Don’t hold back,” he replied, his voice a tempting whisper.

“No cameras. Just us, I want it to be real, you know?” you confirmed, your voice steady with sudden confidence.

Kadeem’s expression softened, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I like the sound of that.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of his question hanging in the air. “So you want me to fuck you Y/N?” he asked you with a smile on his face.

You nodded nervously yet spoke up, “Yes, I do. But fuck me like you hate me yet you can't resist me, spank my ass, gently choke me, praise but without the word good girl, and edging, give me some direction, like that rough edge in your videos,”

“I can definitely do that. But I’ll make sure it’s all about your pleasure too. I want to know what makes you feel good but just say no when you want to stop” he mused, nodding at you.

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang again, breaking the moment. You shot him an apologetic smile and jumped up, He rushed to the door.

As Kadeem opened it, the delivery driver stood there with the food, the aroma of garlic parmesan wings and fries wafting in, making your stomach growl. You couldn't wait to eat.

“Perfect timing!” you exclaimed, he grabbed the bags from the driver and tipping him generously before closing the door. He hurried back to the couch, where you were already eyeing the spread eagerly.

He placed the bags on the brown polished coffee table, hissed from the heat touching your skin.

“So you like garlic parmesan?” he asked, opening the containers to reveal the steaming wings and crispy fries, each accompanied by little cups of ranch.

“I like what I like, so how have you been?” you replied, your heart still racing from the earlier conversation as you settled back next to him, the food between you both.

“I’ve been good, this is the kind of night I can get behind—good food, good company,” he replied with a smile, picking up a wing and taking a bite, savoring the flavor.

You laughed softly, feeling the playful energy between you both. “And you enjoy my company?” you suggested, dipping a fry in ranch and offering it to him.

“Absolutely,” he replied, leaning in to take the fry from your fingers, his lips brushing against your fingers. The simple action sent a thrill through you, igniting the chemistry that simmered beneath the surface.

After your food was finished, thrown in the trash and both of you washed your washes your hands, you grabbed his hands and led him to your bedroom, nudging the door open to the room that was neat. The walls were painted a soft lilac, a comforting hue.

Thankfully you did some spring cleaning this morning, so the vibrant floral sheets and candles gave the room a cozy feel. The smell of fresh linen and lavender filled the air.

The bed was in the middle of your bedroom, with the dresser in the corner and a small bookshelf beside it overflowing with novels and trinkets collected over the years. The vibe Kadeem got from it was one of warmth and personality.

“Nice place you got here,” he remarked, taking in the surroundings with appreciation. He stood in the middle of the room with his

“Thank you, I try to keep it comfortable and inviting," you replied with a grateful smile. Was this man trying to steal your secrets on interior decorating, or was he just being polite?

You grabbed a condom from the dresser and passed it to him. “Will it fit you?” you asked him, a teasing glint in your eye, though your voice carried a hint of genuine curiosity as well.

"Trust me, it’ll fit," he said with a wink, taking off his shirt while unwrapping the condom and tossing it onto the bed. "Now, you ready for this?"

Your eyes almost sparkled with lust as you nodded, you felt the lust building up inside. His dark brown skin was beautiful, and his chest was toned, each muscle defined under the soft glow of the candles.

“More than ready,” you breathed, your heart racing in rhythm with the pounding of your pulse. You tugged at the edge of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts.

After taking off your shorts and panties, you wiped your sweaty hands on the towel you had used before tossing it into the hamper. You were so damn nervous but took a few breaths to keep your cool.

You bent over onto the bed and wiggled your ass at Kadeem, he responds by giving it a rough smack, you stifled a moan while he towers over you.

With that, you pushed him gently back onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling you as he hovered over you. His chain dangling in your face and kissed your lips again, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his dick was thick and hung near his thigh. That was a monster.

“Damn,” you mumbled to yourself, your jaw hung low. You were damn speechless for the first time but you swallowed quickly.

“Like what’chu see beautiful?” Kadeem asked with a grin, flipping the light switch, the darkness filled the room but he turned on the other light switch to dim.

It wasn’t too dark in the room but just enough light to see both of you, he kneeled onto the bed and hovered over you again.

You almost covered your face until he grabbed them, your cheeks heating again like a blushing bride getting ready for her wedding day, “Don't hide that pretty face from me,” he added.

He stepped closer, his hands framing your face as he leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You melted into him, the soft pressure of his mouth against yours made you moan.

Your legs spread open for him, his eyes on your pussy then flickered back to you, his fingers gently fingered your pussy, you gasped softly, “Shit, no teasing, Kadeem please…” you whimpered biting your lip, he definitely wanted to do that first.

He chuckled darkly at your quick reply, his mouth wrapped around your nipple and kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at a tortuous, fast pace. He loved every moment of his, the faces you made and the way your moans echoed through the walls, alerting the residents Kadeem fucking you good.

Your essence spread all over the bedsheets, driving you wild in pleasure. “Fuck..m-more,” you babbled softly, moving your hips to his fingers. Kadeem smirked at you while picking up the pace. You were a wet whimpering mess, legs shaking as he watched you break apart underneath him.

“Fuck Kadeem, just like that!” You reached for him desperately, when his fingers curled up inside you with reckless abandon, your back arched and your hands clutched his shoulders.

His hand grasped and kissed your breasts, releasing your wrists while your hands rested on his neck. His mouth sucked your nipple and his fingers kept that pace, “You better not cum till I say so,” he said with his voice raised an octave.

“Ohh…fuck! Fuck! Kadeem!” You moaned again, catching the faint squeaks from your bed as you scoot away, “No runnin’ from me, that’s the rule,” he replied as he grabbed your wrists again. All you could was scream loudly in pleasure from his other finger pinching your clit again.

“I-i need y-your d-dick, Kadeem,” You lamented in between sentences, feeling that familiar knot tightening in your stomach, his lips slotting against yours, your mouth parted for a scream of pleasure. That had his dick harden from you.

His tongue explored your mouth and twirled with yours. swapping spit in the deep kiss and leaving a spit chain as he pulled away from you. you were so tired of the damn teasing, your hands squirming in his clutch.

“Look at you, all lost in it,” Kadeem spoke up, feeling the pleasure from you, the heat raised, his thumb swiveling onto your clit and essence pooling around his finger.

“That feels too good!”

You were betrayed by your pussy, every thrust of his finger made your body scoot across the bed and you shifted and turned, and your skin began to heat up. You essence gushed onto his fingers, he stopped immediately and withdrew his fingers from your pussy. You couldn't help what body knew what to do, he released your wrists and spanked your ass roughly.

“What did I say? You don't listen…” Kadeem barked at you, his nose rubbed against yours.

Your chest rose and fell as you took a moment to compose yourself after nodding at him. You clenched the bedsheets while he enveloped your body, directing his thick dick towards your wet entrance.

His half-lidded eyes watches how your mouth parted for a slut like moan when he shoved himself inside you, pleading the man to fuck you harder. Bullying his dick deep inside to fit every inch, fulfills that craving of friction. “Already so fucking wet-damn..” he muttered.

"Kadeem, you're soo big,” You trailed off after a plethora of moans, he knew that you were speechless and only answered with a wild moan or two. Kneading your other breast while giving long, deep strokes that go dizzy and dumb, He likes this side of you, the way your body responds to him. He was definitely gonna make you his.

"You’re mine,” He whispered in your ear, digging deeper into you again as he watched himself go in and out effortlessly, your wetness coating his dick like a blanket. He wanted to get every drop, he moaned at the sight.

He brought his body closer to yours, your arms wrapped around his neck and his thrusts went sporadic, the gold chain touched your collarbone and you shook from the cold metal, “M-mine, you're all mine,” you trailed off

Nails scratching relentlessly onto his back with every ruthless thrust, Kadeem kept grunting and raspily moaning from that, he was spurred on from the way you bounced under him to your moans, this was better than his video, you were finally filled up to the brim by him. “Keep scratching me up pretty girl, I'll fuck you harder,” he groaned lowly.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your breathless moans, echoing off the walls as you saw the colors of the room blurring from your tear-filled eyes. As if the room was spinning, the bed creaked from the movement from when he picked up the pace again, thrusting deeper and harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s my girl, you’re doing so good, baby,”

“That’s it, let it build. You can do it,” he encouraged, his voice a low growl that resonated within you.You felt your swollen pussy clench around his dick tighter. “Let me cum, Kadeem,”

“You can cum now,”

With that, you came undone immediately. Your essence left a big mess on his dick and bedding, He followed suit by filling you up and you screamed loudly, the soft glow of the lights casting light onto your bodies. Kadeem collapsed beside you.

“You good?” he asked in concern with his eyes flickering toward you, you nodded weakly. “I'll run you a hot bath,”

“Damn girl, you’re something else,” Kadeem panted lowly, looking at you while kissing your lips.

“I can definitely say that same thing about you, baby,” You chuckled lightly.

He picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, running a hot bath for you while he gently settled you into the foamy bath, sighing in bliss at the touch of the warm water on your skin. He pulled up his sweatpants, then crouched near the tub. He looked like he had something on his mind.

“Can I take you out for a date?”

You smiled at the man and nodded in agreement, bringing your legs close to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “I’d like that, you remember what’s my favorite place?” you asked him, heat in your cheeks.

“Yeah, that Italian restaurant around the corner. I can pick you up around 8? This weekend?” he asked you with a gentle tone, smiling at you.

“I’d like that,” You replied with a warm smile. Feeling that warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. This was a great Friday night, now he was all yours.

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[jazziejax]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Kadeem ‘Unique’ Mathis x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - After a night that went south, Unique finds himself banged up and under Mo’nique’s watchful eye. Stubborn pride and lingering tension make for a long night, but somewhere between the silence and the unspoken words, something shifts. But all the can be summed into one simple phrase that says so much. “You good?”

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Strong language, mild injury description, tension (both unresolved and otherwise), and a whole lot of stubbornness.

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - this is mainly for me babes, I’ve always been a Joey Badass girl HEAVY! I’m not even too sure if you guys like this, but I know I do and…that’s all that matters to me. UNEDITED, sorry for the grammar mistakes and spelling errors! (Also, that might be my best summary yet?…)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 10,183+

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨,

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐚, 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑

The air between them was thick with something unspoken, the weight of it settling in the quiet that followed their meal. The TV flickered, casting dull shadows across the apartment, but neither of them was really paying attention.

After Unique’s little spat, they sat in silence until they were full to their stomachs content. Once finished, Mo’nique had taken the plates away without a word, moving through the small kitchen with a casual ease, rinsing off the dishes before stacking them in the sink. Meanwhile, Unique sat there, arms folded, eyes occasionally drifting toward her before flicking away again. His mind was elsewhere—half on the ache in his body, half on something he couldn’t quite place.

He still wasn’t used to this. The stillness. The way she moved around him like he was just… there. Like she wasn’t tiptoeing, wasn’t waiting for him to be a threat.

When Mo’nique finally reappeared after she escaped to her room for a bit, she had changed out of her scrubs, swapping them for an oversized jersey that draped loosely over her frame, boxer shorts barely peeking beneath the hem. She had on socks this time, the soft shuffle of her steps the only sound cutting through the quiet.

She leaned against the wall near the TV, arms crossed, head tilted slightly as she looked over at him.

“You ready to get outta them clothes?” She asked, her voice soft as she gazed over at him. Unique could barely see her in the dark room, the light from the television blurring his visions of the dark hall she stood next to. His brow lifted slightly, a ghost of something amused flickering across his face. “You offering to undress me?” He asked, but there wasn’t humor in his tone, his voice flat as he looked her in the eye.

Mo’nique rolled her eyes. “I’m offering to help your dumb ass before you rip another stitch trynna do it yourself.” She said, tilting her head at him. The wisp of amusement faded from his expression, but he didn’t snap this time. Didn’t throw the offer back in her face. Instead, he exhaled sharply through his nose, shifting slightly against the couch. The clothes he’d had gotten from Earl were beginning to… stiff, sticking to his skin in places where the bandages were still fresh. He’d been in them too long.

He didn’t answer right away, but Mo’nique caught the subtle way his shoulders dropped. That was enough. She nodded softly before moving back to her room. He could hear her opened the heavy wooden drawers over the sound of ‘What’s Happening’ on the television. He heard the item close and then she was in the hall again, walking towards him with a black shirt and grey sweats.

“Alright.” She murmured. “Let’s do this.”She moved toward him, standing over him for a beat before kneeling down at his side. Her hands moved carefully, not lingering, not making a big deal out of it as she worked to slowly ease the hoodie over his head. His body was tense beneath her touch, but he let her do it, gritting his teeth through the stiffness in his joints.

When the hoodie was off, she reached for the hem of his undershirt, pausing just for a second to glance at him.

“You good?”

Unique gave a short nod, jaw still tight as he avoided her eyes, and she continued. The fabric peeled away from his skin, revealing the bruises and bandages beneath. Mo’nique didn’t react—no sharp inhales, no pitying looks. She just grabbed a fresh shirt from the pile she of clothes she just brought out of her room with her, helping him into the fabric.

Then, her hands moved lower.

Unique stiffened as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweats, her touch firm but not hesitant. His breath hitched, but he didn’t stop her.

“Lift your hips a little.” Her voice was quiet, there was a softness in it. Not shyness, just something of care, but still matter-of-fact care. He exhaled hard through his nose, shifting just enough to let her slide the fabric down his legs. The motion sent a ripple of pain through his body, a quiet grunt slipping from between his teeth. Mo’nique caught it, her gaze flicking up, but she didn’t comment.

She just kept going, peeling the sweats off completely before grabbing the fresh pair she’d set aside for him. She worked quickly, guiding his legs through them, tugging them up with the same no-nonsense efficiency she’d had all night.

By the time she was done, Unique was tense, hands gripping the couch like he was trying to ground himself. His breathing had evened out, but his jaw was still tight, his pride clearly warring with something else deep inside of him.

Mo’nique sat back on her heels, looking up at him.

“You good?”

Unique didn’t answer right away. Just exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face before muttering, “Yeah. I’m good.”

Mo’nique gave a small nod, pushing herself back to her feet.

“Aight, then.” She said, and after that she didn’t linger. Didn’t make a big deal out of it. She just turned, heading back toward the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water, leaving him to sit with whatever was running through his head. And for the first time that night, Unique wasn’t sure if he wanted her to walk away.

But their night had ended with nothing but silence between them.

After she had helped him change, they’d gone their separate ways—Mo’nique retreating to her bedroom while Unique stayed on the couch, his body stiff, his mind restless. He let out a sight after another, leaned back against the couch with his eyes closed, wishing that an ounce of rest would come to him and soothe his aches. The pain in his ribs made it hard to get comfortable, and every time he closed his eyes, he felt like he was sinking—into the cushions, into memories he didn’t want to revisit.

Sleep came in short, fractured bursts, but it never stayed for long.

Mo’nique, on the other hand, had managed to drift off, her body finally giving in to exhaustion. But something always pulled her awake. And this time it was a sound.

Her eyes snapped open, her heart thudding as she lay there, trying to place it. She could see the apartment was dark from her open doorway, the soft hum of the refrigerator the only familiar noise—until she heard it again. A faint, uneven shuffle from the hallway.

She sat up quickly, quickly blinking the sleep away before pushing the covers off. Her bare feet hit the floor, and she barely stopped to grab the robe draped over her chair before stepping out of her room.

The sight in front of her made her stomach clench.

Unique was in the hallway, hunched over slightly, one hand gripping the wall while the other hovered near his stomach. His movements were sluggish, unsteady, like he was walking through water. The faint sheen of sweat on his forehead caught the dim light from the bathroom, and for a second, she thought he was about to drop right there.

“Hey—” Mo’nique moved without thinking, closing the space between them in a few quick strides.

Unique barely turned his head at the sound of her voice. His body twitched, muscles tensing as if he hadn’t recognized her at first. His breath came out harsh, labored, and she could see the way his jaw clenched, his eyes darting from the floor to the bathroom door like he was struggling to process where he was. “Damn it.” He muttered under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. His balance swayed, and Mo’nique caught his arm, steadying him.

“What the hell are you doing?” She hissed, but there was no real bite to it. More concern than anything.

“Tryna take a piss,” Unique grumbled, voice rough with frustration. “Or is that against the rules now?”

Mo’nique ignored the attitude, shifting to press a firmer hand against his back, guiding him toward the open bathroom door. “You can barely walk straight.” She sighed, her racing heart from her sleepy start calming more in her chest. “I ain’t drunk, I’m good.” Unique groaned out through the pain he felt in his ribs.

Monique didn’t argue. She knew there was no point. The man was stubborn, but his body wasn’t lying—he was damn near shaking, every step looking like it might be the one that took him down completely. She got him to the toilet just in time, stepping back slightly but not leaving altogether.

Unique braced himself against the sink with one hand, his fingers gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His other hand worked at his waistband, but his movements were slower than they should’ve been. Then, he glanced over his shoulder.

Mo’nique hadn’t realized she was still watching until he spoke. “You just gon’ stand there and stare?” His voice was dry, edged with something that could’ve been amusement if he wasn’t clearly in pain. “Or you tryna help me with this too?”

Heat rushed to her face quickly at that. “I—” Mo’nique snapped her mouth shut, realizing she’d been caught doing something she had no intention of actually doing. She turned on her heel so fast she almost tripped over her own damn feet. “Sorry,”She muttered, pushing the bathroom door almost closed before standing just outside, her back to it. She scolded herself, the vile of embarrassment though out her system from her chest. She tried to physically shaking the thought of they happened away, as well as the quick image of his tall figure using the bathroom out of her mind.

She could hear him—faintly. The rustle of fabric, the soft exhale he let out as he finally relieved himself, followed by the trickle of his urine. It shouldn’t have flustered her, but it did. It wasn’t anything inappropriate, nothing she hadn’t experienced in her line of work, but something about it felt different now.

Maybe it was the fact that Unique wasn’t just some client or patient—he was a man who had been nearly beaten to death was forced to care for by her cousin wishes and now here she was, listening for the slightest sound that might mean he was about to hit the ground.

Or maybe because she hadn’t expected him to call her out like that. Maybe because she was still picturing the way his body had trembled under his own weight, how easily he could’ve collapsed right there if she hadn’t woken up.

She just shook her head. Get it together, Mo.

The water ran for a few seconds, then the door creaked open. Unique stepped out looking just as exhausted as before, but at least some of the tension had eased from his face.

Mo’nique didn’t hesitate—she moved to his side again, slipping an arm around his waist to help steady him. He let her, but the second she started leading him away from the living room, he stiffened.

“Where we goin’?” His voice was wary, like he didn’t trust the answer.

“To my room,” Mo’nique said simply, adjusting his weight as they moved.

“The fuck for?”

She ignored him as she silently rolled her eyes, focusing on keeping them both upright as she got him through her bedroom doorway. Unique’s feet dragged slightly, but when they reached the bed, he let himself drop onto the mattress with a low grunt. The bed took his weight immediately, the mattress sinking beneath him. He was breathing heavier than he wanted to admit. His head still throbbed, but the dizziness had eased—just enough for him to look up at Mo’nique, standing there with her hands on her hips like she was assessing a problem she had yet to fix.

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on a couch in your condition.” She said, her voice firm but not unkind. “It’s bad for your recovery.”

Unique stared at her, his expression unreadable in the dim light. Then, his eyes flicked past her, toward the bed, then back again. “Where you gon’ sleep at?”he asked.

The question sat heavy in the air between them.

Mo’nique’s lips pressed together as she blinked. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Her eyes moved to the bed—big enough for two, but that wasn’t the issue.

The issue was him. She knew Unique wasn’t a man who liked feeling vulnerable, and sharing a bed—after everything, after the night they’d had—felt like a whole new level of vulnerability she wasn’t sure neither of them wanted to cross.

But at the same time…

Mo’nique just exhaled through her nose, her decision made before she even said it out loud. She then shrugged. “Out there.” She jutted her head toward the door, vague.

Unique assumed she meant somewhere beyond the stairs, near the kitchen—probably a guest room or something that she had upstairs. He didn’t question it. His mind was already foggy, his body heavy with exhaustion. She then began to move with quiet efficiency, adjusting the pillows behind Unique’s back, making sure he had enough support. He grunted when she helped lift his legs onto the mattress, the strain in his ribs evident in the way his breath hitched.

“Relax.” She murmured, more out of habit than comfort.

Unique didn’t say anything, just let his head sink into the pillow with a slow exhale. His body felt like it was made of lead, but the sheets were warm, the bed softer than the couch had been. Even in his battered state, he could tell Mo’nique had taken care to make it as comfortable as possible.

She grabbed the blanket folded at the foot of the bed before draping the duvet over him. She then stepped back, surveying him like she was making sure he wouldn’t get up again. “I’ll be out there if you need something.” She said softly. Unique just blinked with a subtle nod. Mo’nique watched him a second longer before turning on her heel and heading for the door.

She didn’t say goodnight. Didn’t hesitate. Just left.

And she didn’t go up the stairs. Didn’t even look at them.

Instead, she walked straight for the couch, dropping onto it with a sigh, letting her body relax into the worn cushions. The same spot he had been laid up in since he got here. She even noticed the faint warmth left behind from his body, making the plush cushion he’d worn in even more comforting. She knew she could’ve taken the guest room. Could’ve gone upstairs and stretched out in the much bigger bed with softer pillows and blankets, but she wouldn’t. She didn’t think she could bring herself to do such a thing.

One thing she didn’t do, was sleep upstairs. Ever.

She had had never said why. She wasn’t sure if anyone even knew. It wasn’t something she just… told people. Because explaining it would mean bringing up things she had long buried. Things she still carried in the quiet of the night.

So when people asked, she just shrugged. The few friends she would have over would ask why her room was downstairs, and the only answer they would ever get was that,“I can’t hear from all the way up there.”

And that was the truth. Just not all of it.

Her right ear had been useless since she was fifteen. Since the night she learned what it felt like to be completely helpless in the dark. Since the moment a man had crept up the stairs of her childhood home, knowing she was the only one up there. Since the first time she realized there was nothing more terrifying than silence—true silence, the kind that only existed when something vital was taken from you.

She didn’t talk about it. Didn’t let herself think about it too long. Instead, she stretched out on the couch, pulled the blanket Unique used over herself, and closed her eyes.

And for the first time in a while, sleep didn’t feel like a battle.

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Unique slept hard. Deep. The kind of sleep that felt foreign after weeks of restless nights filled with nothing but pain and half-conscious nightmares.

And he was a light sleeper, always had been.

So when the faint sound of movement stirred in the room, his body registered it before his mind did. His muscles tensed, his instincts pulling him from sleep, but he kept his eyes shut, listening.

There were soft footsteps. The subtle rustling of fabric. A drawer opening, then closing just as quietly.

All their movements were careful. Deliberate.

His senses sharpened just enough to recognize the faint scent of something familiar when they waked closer—something soft, a mix of coconut and that lingering scent of cinnamon. Mo’nique. She was trying to be quiet as she moved around the room, presumably getting ready for work.

His body relaxed slightly at the realization, but he kept still, kept listening. The sound of water running, then stopping. The soft scrape of a toothbrush against teeth. The faint shuffle of movement as she went through her morning routine. There was something soothing to it all, listening to her move around as he pictured what it all looked like within his mind. The gentle hum she would let out every now and then from a single, probably filling in for the music she usually listened to when she got ready. Plus the strong scent of her bed and whatever she sprayed into her skin was intoxicating, the smell making him almost drift off into sleep again.

So, for a while, he didn’t move, didn’t open his eyes at all.

Not until he felt it the weight of the unspoken awareness that came when someone was looking at you.

His eyes blinked open slowly just in time to catch her gaze in the mirror on her dresser that was diagonal to him. For a split second, Mo’nique froze, her dark eyes widening slightly, her hand stilling where it hovered near her face as she put on her jewelry. Her reflection betrayed her—just a little—before she schooled her features and turned toward him fully.

“You’re up.” She noted, voice level, casual but soft as she looked down at him. Unique just blinked at her, and the sun shining softly through the curtain windows above her bed made her aware of how pretty his eyes were. As well as the pretty lashes that framed them. She snapped out of her thoughts when Unique rubbing a slow hand down his injured face before pushing himself up slightly.

“You ain’t quiet as you think.” He muttered, voice still rough with sleep.

Mo’nique just smirked slightly. “You just sleep light as hell.” She said. “Trust me, I’m the same way.” She emphasized, the king him a look as she alluded to the mess of last night. She laughed a little, all while putting her earring in. Unique met out a small chortle with her, his eyes trained on her glossed lips that held a small smile. She moved toward the dresser, grabbing her keys before turning back to face him, arms crossing loosely over her chest.

“I got some clients I’m seeing today.” She said, her tone shifting just slightly—less casual, more purposeful. “I’m gonna see if I can grab something stronger for you. You ain’t gonna heal right if you can’t get no real rest.” She said and she began grabbing her work bag. Unique watched her for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before he scoffed softly.

“Who said I need all that?”

Mo’nique eye moved up and gave him a look. One of those looks that made it real clear she wasn’t in the mood to entertain whatever performance he was about to put on. “You woke up damn near pissing yourself last night.” She reminded him, out loud this time, tilting her head. “And don’t act like you wasn’t struggling just to walk to the damn bathroom.”

Unique clenched his jaw slightly, looking away.

She had a point. And he hated that she had a point.

But he didn’t argue. He didn’t say anything, really, there was nothing for him to. He just leaned back against the headboard, running a slow hand over his growing haircut.

Mo’nique lingered for a second, watching him, before exhaling through her nose. “I’ll be back later.” She said simply, turning to grab the rest of her things.

She left without another word, the scent of coconut and cinnamon trailing behind her.

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Mo’nique’s morning followed the same rhythm. She moved through the days the same way she always had—by muscle memory, by habit. She arrived at Richardson abode after waking up five flights of stairs, greeting the elderly couple that did the same just as enthusiastically.

She spent the better part of the morning at the older couple’s home, as she always did, moving through the small, cozy space with practiced ease. She cleaned, refilled medication bottles, adjusted pillows, and made sure Miss Doretha ate a full breakfast, all while listening to her talk about the latest neighborhood gossip.

“Ms. Laney’s grandson got locked up again.” Doretha muttered. “For real?” Mo’niqie asked, playing into the woman’s gossip session for her sake, but she was also interested in the neighborhood drama since she didn’t go out much. “Mmhmm.” The woman hummed as she shook her head, sipping at her morning tea. “That boy just don’t learn. This ‘bout his fifth one. And it’s a different woman, chile.” Mo’nique hummed in response, keeping her thoughts to herself as she straightened out the old woman’s afghan.

After Miss Doretha, it was Mr. James. He was more of an independent man, so her visits to him were mostly for company, even though the pair lived in the same house. His resting station was in his lady boy in the living room, so she made sure he took his pills on time and didn’t burn down the kitchen trying to make his own lunch when Doretha was resting. She sat with him for a while, letting him ramble on about whatever crossed his mind, before eventually glancing at the time.

“I gotta head out early today, Mr. James.” She said, rising from her seat. “Got another client to see.” The old man just waved her off, muttering something about how she worked too damn much.

She didn’t disagree.

“There’s some sandwiches in the fridge if you want a snack, your weather and juice is right next to you. And Doretha has some neck bones slow cooking in the stove. Don’t touch that pot, James. That woman will kill you.” She remind him with an amused smile, watching as the old man gave her a turned-up lip, even though they both knew she was correct about the man’s wife.

She left small wave before dashing down the stairs to make the short drive a few blocks away to the next stop on her list—Mr. Roger.

Roger was one of her easier clients. She only saw him twice a week, mostly to help with household things and make sure he was sticking to his medication schedule. That time in between, his nieces and nephews would come over and spend their time with him. He was an older man, but sharp, with a habit of watching people too closely and picking up on things most would miss. Which is why Mo’nique was careful.

She kept everything routine. Kept the conversation light as she moved through the motions of her usual tasks. She cleaned, set out fresh clothes for him, prepped his lunch. Everything normal.

But when it came time to take his medication, she hesitated. Her fingers lingered over the pill bottles for just a second too long. Long enough for her to see the subtle twitch in her appendages. She was nervous.

She had never done anything like this before, never thought she would have to. It was never even a consideration.

But she had to ask. Because there was a man at her house that was going through a hell of a lot of pain and she wasn’t evil enough to let him suffer through that. This is for Unique. She said to herself.

Clearing her throat lightly, she kept her movements easy, her voice even. “Hey, Mr. Roger.” She started casually, picking up one of the bottles. “You still takin’ these strong ones?”

Roger gave her a look, sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

“Why you askin’?”

Mo’nique forced a small shrug. “Been havin’ some back pain. The Richardson’s elevator’s broken and oven been carrying everything up five flights of stairs everyday. Was just wonderin’ if you had any extras I could buy up of you.” She kept her tone light, casual, like it was just another part of their conversation. The lie slipped off her tongue like it was the truth, and her refilling his pillow container was the perfect excuse to avoid his eyes.

Roger didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied her, his sharp, knowing gaze sweeping over her face, down to her hands still hovering over the pill bottles. Mo’nique resisted the urge to fidget as she glanced over at him due to his silence. She knew better than to show weakness, especially with a man like Roger, who could read people like a damn book.

Finally, he hummed, leaning back in his recliner. “Back pain, huh?”

She nodded, keeping her expression neutral.

“Uh-huh,” Roger said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Funny. You young. Don’t seem like the type to be needin’ these kinds of pills.”

Mo’nique forced a chuckle. “Getting’ old before my time, I guess.”

Roger let out a low sound, something between a laugh and a scoff. Then, to her surprise, he leaned forward, reaching for the pill bottle himself. Mo’nique stayed silent, watching as he rolled a few pills into his palm.

Then, without another word, he held them out to her.

She hesitated for just a second before reaching out, taking them, fingers brushing against his rough skin.

“You be careful with them,” Roger warned, voice low, knowing. “They strong. Might take a lil thing like you out. Break ‘em in half and take it after a nice big meal.” He said. Mo’nique nodded once. “Thank you, Mr.Roger.” She said softly. The man simply hummed as she pocketed the pills and getting back to work like nothing had happened.

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The house was quiet.

Too quiet.

Unique had never been one to sit still. He was always moving, always thinking, always scheming his next move. But now, he was trapped in this weak, useless body. He had nothing but time on his hands. Time to just lay there and think. And the television was just a sound to save him from just how suffocating the silence could actually be.

His mind had never felt like this before. Not this disjointed, this foggy, this broken. It jumped from thought to thought, memories playing out in flashes—too quick to catch, too loud to ignore. Everything was so loud and confusing that it sometimes sent his body into a panic even though nothing was happening. There was just so much going on with him, inside and out. His ribs ached, his head throbbed, but none of that pain compared to what burned in his chest.

Ronnie. His own fucking brother.

The memory hit like a freight train.

The record store. The betrayal.

Ronnie’s voice, cool and detached, as if he wasn’t talking about his own blood. “You ain’t fit to run shit no more.”Then the blows. The kicks. The pain.

His brother had left him there to die. Beaten. Broken. Tossed his body aside like some nobody ass nigga from the corner.

And Unique had barely made it out. He should’ve been dead. Hell, maybe he still would be. Because what was he now? A man who couldn’t even sit up on his own? A man who had to piss with help? A man who couldn’t fight back?

He clenched his fists, rage bubbling hot under his skin, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

He wasn’t no invalid. He wasn’t weak. And he was going to show Ronnie that.

But he had to get up, and he had to move.

He threw the comforter from his body. Gritting his teeth, he pressed his hands against the mattress, trying to sit up. Pain exploded down his spine, his ribs screaming in protest, but he ignored it, letting out a few small groans to ease the pain. He pushed harder, and his vision began to blur. His head began to spin. But he had to move.

He managed to get one foot planted, body trembling under its own weight, sweat beading along his forehead. His breaths came quick, sharp, through clenched teeth. Just a little more. He thought.

But then the room tilted. And his knee buckled.

And before he knew it, suddenly he was falling.

A sharp grunt escaped him as he hit the floor, body crumpling like dead weight. Pain ripped through him, a white-hot shock to his system, stealing the breath from his lungs. He took in shaker gasps as the pain wavered over him, sending shock after shock. He waited it out, letting the pain subside into its neutral ache that he would feel when he breathed.

Then he just laid there, body frozen, the reality of it sinking in.

He couldn’t do shit.

A slow, shaking breath left him, and then came the anger again. It curled hot and violent in his chest, bubbling up his throat until he let out a guttural, frustrated roar, his fist slamming against the hardwood floor with whatever strength he had left.

He wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He was Unique. Fucking Unique. The Top Dawg even after he left the fucking pin! The man who ran the streets. The man nobody could fucking touch.

But Ronnie had touched him. His own brother had broken him. And now, he was here. Weak. Stranded. Living off the mercy of some woman he barely knew.

He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his breathing to slow, his heartbeat to settle. The pain in his skull pounded, his own thoughts turning against him. The rage didn’t go away. It just sat there, festering.

Ronnie was going to pay for this.

But first, Unique had to get back on his feet.

The pain was relentless, clawing at him with every breath, but he wasn’t about to stay crumpled on the floor like some helpless fool. Grinding his teeth, he forced his arms beneath him, pushing against the hardwood. His body protested, muscles trembling, ribs screaming in agony, but he pressed on, letting out shake breaths to relief the pain the best way he knew how.

Slowly, inch by inch, he got one knee beneath him, then the other. His vision swam, black spots dancing at the edges of his sight, but he refused to let them pull him under.

“Come on, man.” He muttered to himself, voice hoarse. It took damn near all the strength he had left just to rise to his feet. His knees wobbled, his balance barely holding, but he was up. That was all that mattered.

The living room was only a few steps away.

Yet, with the way his body was screaming at him, it might as well have been miles.

Each step out of the room was a battle. A slow, agonizing shuffle. His breathing was ragged, sweat beading along his temple, and the fall from earlier had only made everything worse.

By the time he reached the hall, he felt like he had just fought a war. He waved his way on the wall, all the way to the moving room. He paused by the television, the same wall he removed Mo’nique leaning against before she changed his clothes. He took in a deep breath as best as he could, the pain in his side not letting him inhale deeply. But he did catch the scent of coconut in the air, and that seems to be the things to keep him pushing as he leaned off the wall and began the journey to the couch.

And he made it to the sofa five feet away with minimal problems. His fingers gripped the armrest as he eased himself down, biting back a sharp hiss as pain flared through his ribs. His body slumped into the cushions, muscles twitching from exhaustion.

That’s when he noticed it.

The blanket. The pillow. That strong scent of a cinnamon treat with the fresh smell of coconut.

His brows furrowed, gaze narrowing at the sight. He had assumed Mo’nique slept upstairs, probably in some guest bedroom or something, far away from his crippled ass. But this? This meant she had slept here.

Why? He asked himself.

He didn’t have the energy to think too hard on it. His stomach twisted with hunger, and his throat felt dry. The crackers from last night were still sitting on the coffee table, and even though they were stale as hell, they were better than nothing.

With slow, shaky movements, he reached for the package, tearing off a piece and shoving it into his mouth. Dry, salty, barely satisfying, but it was food. He chased it with a bottle of water, gulping greedily, relishing the cool relief against his parched throat.

Then, he finally let himself sink into the couch.

The cushions were still warm from where she had been. That soft, cinnamon scent lingered in the fabric, surrounding him, filling his lungs with every slow breath. He felt himself almost sink into the cushion, wafted by the mix of her scent that was lingering him to into slumber.

And for the first time since waking up in this house, the tension in his body eased just a little. His eyes grew heavy, the exhaustion creeping in, but the pain in his ribs wouldn’t let him fully drift off. So, instead, he just laid there. Staring at the ceiling and listening to the hum of the television from her room. Drowning in his own thoughts.

The minutes stretched into an hour, maybe more. Unique wasn’t sure. Time felt slow, his body weighed down by exhaustion, yet sleep never fully took him. His ribs ached with every breath, a dull, persistent pain that kept him tethered to consciousness. The only thing that grounded him—kept his mind from spiraling—was that damn cinnamon scent. It clung to the couch, the pillow, even the blanket draped loosely over the armrest. It made no sense why it settled him, but it did.

The hum of the television from her room still persisted, though the house was settled in a quiet stillness as he drakes the sounds out. He could hear the occasional car passing outside, the creaks of the old building settling, but nothing else. His fingers absently toyed with the frayed edge of the blanket.

His stomach twisted again, reminding him that a handful of stale crackers wasn’t enough. He needed real food. Something warm. But he wasn’t about to go searching through her kitchen like a damn fool. His pride wouldn’t let him.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the sound of keys jingling outside the front door snapped him from his haze.

Mo’nique.

He didn’t move, just listened as the door unlocked and opened. The shuffle of her shoes against the floor, the sigh she let out—tired, heavy. Like she’d had a long day. Then, the click of the door locking behind her. The rustle of plastic bags.

Unique closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly through his nose. He hadn’t realized how much he had been waiting for her to come back until now. She was home. And for some reason, that made him feel just a little less alone.

Mo’nique stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind her with her heel. She balanced two grocery bags in one hand, two pizzas in the other and her purse slung over her shoulder. She was exhausted. The day had been long, and her body ached from all the walking, all the work.

She tossed her keys onto the counter before moving toward the kitchen, but a shift in the living room caught her attention.

Unique.

He was awake. Barely, but awake. His body was slumped into the couch, his head resting against the pillow she had used the night before. His eyes cracked open just enough to meet hers, heavy-lidded, sluggish. He barely moved his head, his good eye tracking her as she stood in the doorway. His lips parted slightly, his throat dry from the crackers he’d eaten earlier.

“I thought I told you to stop moving around?” Mo’nique questioned, a small sigh escaping her as she took in his worn-down state.

Unique scoffed, shifting a little, though the motion sent a sharp pain through his ribs. “Yeah, and I thought I told you I ain’t tryna be laid up like no damn infant.” He muttered, voice thick with irritation. “What, you want me to piss myself next too?”

Mo’nique rolled her eyes. “I don’t remember you saying anything like that.” She mumbled as she moved to the kitchen, ignoring his last question. She heard Unique scoff softly at her but she ignored him, not wanting to argue. She had learned quickly that arguing with him in this condition was pointless—his mind was still scrambled, his emotions too raw. Instead, she set the bags and the boxes down on the counter before making her way over to him.

“Come on.” She said, reaching for his arm.

Unique eyed her warily. “For what?”

“To get you off this damn couch.” She said, her tone leaving no room for debate.

He let out an exasperated sigh but didn’t resist as she helped him up. It took time—each movement slow and calculated, every shift met with a sharp inhale or a clenched jaw on his part—but eventually, she managed to get him back into her room. As she guided him toward the bed, he gave her a side glance, his gaze flickering toward the couch still covered in a faint imprint of where someone had slept.

“You ain’t tell me where you slept last night.” He muttered, voice quieter now, almost as if he already knew the answer. Mo’nique’s hands hesitated for just a second before she steadied him against the mattress. “You need to sit down.” Was all she said, avoiding the question entirely. Something that Unique noticed. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t press. He was too tired for that.

Once she had him situated, she disappeared upstairs, gathering pillows and an extra blanket from the guest room before coming back down and placing some of them neatly on a chair in the corner of her room while he placed the others on the bed and around his figure. She left the room for a bit before coming back with a box of pizza. “Here,” She said. “Eat first. Then I’ll give you the medicine.” She said as she sat a bottle of water next to him.

Unique huffed but didn’t argue. He was too damn hungry to act stubborn. While he took his first few bites, Mo’nique grabbed some clothes from the dresser and waked out of the room. He heard her step into the bathroom over the sound of the television in front of him, stripping out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable. And when she came back out, Family Matters was playing softly in the background. She was now dressed in a black tank top with blue boxer shorts on, her feet clad in fluffy white socks.

She glanced over at Unique. And for the first time since she found him, he looked a little at peace. His swollen eye was still heavy with exhaustion, but the food seemed to ground him, his shoulders less tense than before.

She exhaled as she put her old clothes away, before moving to sit on the edge of the bed, looking at him eat. “You let me know when you’re done.” She said, voice softer now. “Then you can take the medicine and get some real sleep.”

Unique didn’t say anything at first. He just chewed slowly, glancing at the television but watching her. After a long moment, he muttered with a small nod, “Yeah… alright.”

Mo’nique nodded at him before standing up from the bed and walking out of the room. She moved to the living room and sat curled up on the couch. Some time passed and then she had newspaper spread across her lap as she worked through a crossword puzzle while episodes of ‘Sister, Sister’ played. The soft hum of the television filled the quiet living room, the glow from the screen flickering against her skin. She had already eaten a few slices of pizza, her half-empty glass of water resting on the coffee table beside her. It was one of those rare, peaceful moments she allowed herself—a small pocket of calm after a long, exhausting day.

Her pen scratched against the paper, pausing only when the sound of movement caught her attention. She glanced up, her tired eyes narrowing as she watched Unique’s tall frame slouching through the hall, his bare feet dragging against the floor.

She sighed heavily, already feeling the frustration bubble in her chest.

“I told you to tell me when you were done so I could bring you the medicine.” She said, voice thick with exhaustion. Unique scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “I know that. I just gotta use the damn—”

Before he could finish, his steps wavered, his body suddenly buckling beneath him. He stumbled hard, his shoulder knocking against the wall before his legs fully gave out, sending him crashing onto the floor.

“Unique!” Mo’nique yelled. She was up in an instant, the newspaper slipping onto the floor as she rushed over to him. She crouched down, reaching for him, but Unique immediately shoved at her hands, his movements sluggish but stubborn.

“I don’t need no help!” He snapped, his voice laced with irritation and pain. “Get off of me!” He tried pushing himself up, his arms trembling under his own weight. “I got this! Move!” But he didn’t have it.

His limbs refused to cooperate, his body betraying him just as his mind did. And when Mo’nique reached for him again, he lashed out, but his small swings were weak, uncoordinated.

She had enough.

Without warning, Mo’nique smacked him—once, twice, then again—sharp, quick blows to his arms and chest, nothing hard enough to hurt but just enough to make him flinch, to shake him out of whatever pride-fueled tantrum he was throwing.

“Stop!” She snapped, her patience officially burned to ash. “Stop it!”

He stilled, his breathing heavy as his frustration simmered just beneath the surface. That anger was still there, alive in the hard set of his jaw, in the way his nostrils flared with every breath. But he was too weak to fight her. Mo’nique grabbed his face, her fingers pressing into his cheeks as she forced him to look at her.

“Stop. Just fucking stop it!” She spat, her voice shaking with frustration. “You are not capable of doing shit right now, do you understand me?! And I will not have you acting a damn fool and treating me any kind of way in my own fucking home! You will either get the fuck out or act right! Am I clear?” Her eyes were large and full of rage as she looked at him.

She was met with silence due to her question.

Unique’s stare was hard, his jaw clenched beneath her grip, his breathing ragged from both anger and pain. He didn’t answer, didn’t blink. Mo’nique took his lack of response as an answer.

With a sharp and shaky exhale, running on adrenaline, she pulled back and moved to help him up. This time, he didn’t resist. He let her guide him to his feet, his body still shaking from the effort. The trip to the bathroom was slow and painful, every step an exercise in patience. When they finally made it, she helped him inside, making sure he was steady before stepping back.

But she didn’t leave. She stood there with her arms crossed, staring at him with a hard, expectant look.

Unique, still catching his breath, frowned. “The fuck are you doin’?” He asked.

Mo’nique didn’t say anything. She just clenched her jaw at him before she turned her back to him, giving him space but making it very clear she wasn’t leaving the bathroom.

He sighed, long and deep, before finally just giving in and doing what he came in there to do. His pride was already too wounded to argue any further. The bathroom was quiet, save for the sound of Unique’s uneven breathing and the faint hum of the overhead light. His body still ached, his limbs still weak, but his frustration burned hotter than his pain.

He glared at Mo’nique’s back, her stance rigid, arms still crossed tight against her chest. She didn’t turn around, didn’t move an inch. She just stood there, staring at the wall across the hall the held a picture of little her, smiling with her gapped teeth. She easy stating close. Close enough to help if he fell, but far enough to give him the illusion of space.

And it shouldn’t have felt as intimate as it did.

With a sharp exhale, he gripped the sink for balance, his fingers wrapping around the cool porcelain as he tried to collect himself. His reflection in the mirror from the mall corner of the mirror he caught, stared back at him—his swollen eye, the bruises darkening along his jaw, the large cuts down down his face. He barely recognized himself.

He didn’t want her to see him like this.

But she already had.

He sighed again, this time with a little less heat. “You really gon’ stand there while I take a piss?” His voice was lower now, still rough but missing the bite it had before. Mo’nique didn’t move. “You fall, and you bust your damn head open, who you think gotta pick your big ass up?” Her voice was steady, matter-of-fact, but there was something else there. Something tight.

Unique let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “So this how it is now? I can’t even take a leak without you breathin’ down my neck?” Still, she didn’t budge.

“Tough.” Was all she said.

His jaw clenched, but it wasn’t fully in anger. It was something else. Something he couldn’t name.

With a shake of his head, he carefully shifted his weight and reached for the waistband of his sweats. His movements were slow, deliberate, but he got them down enough to relieve himself.

Mo’nique remained turned away, but the tension in the room thickened, something unspoken stretching between them, wrapping around them both. Unique could feel her presence—solid and unmoving. She could hear every breath he took—deep, uneven and laced with exhaustion.

And neither of them said a damn thing.

When he finished, he exhaled sharply and adjusted his sweats back into place. He was drained, the trip alone taking more out of him than he was willing to admit. But he swallowed whatever lingering pride he had left and mumbled, “Aight. I’m done.” He said tiredly, fed up with how awkward this situation currently was, that was also laced with something neither one of them knew.

Mo’nique turned then, her expression unreadable as she took a step toward him. Without a word, she reached for his arm, gripping him firmly but gently, guiding him back toward the sink.

“Wash your hands.” She muttered, flipping the faucet on for him. Unique scoffed, but there was no real bite behind it. “Okay, Mo’nique.” He stressed. “Damn, you actin’ like I don’t got no home training, B.”

She didn’t respond. Just stood there, watching as he let the cool water run over his hands, the soap mixing with the bruises along his knuckles. She was so close now. Close enough that he could smell her—cinnamon, cocoa butter, and fresh scent of coconut, that he concluded was from the shampoo and conditioner she used when he was closer to the shower. Her smell was warm and familiar. And she was close enough that if he turned his head just slightly, his shoulder would brush against hers.

But neither of them moved.

And neither of them spoke.

The tension that had been simmering between them since the moment she found him was no longer just frustration, no longer just stubbornness and pride clashing together. It was something else now. Something heavier…and a little dangerous.

Unique let the water run over his hands a second longer before shutting it off. He grabbed a towel, dried them off, then finally turned his head to look at her, her eyes already on him.

They stood there for a moment, locked in something they couldn’t name. And then, just as quickly as it settled over them, Mo’nique pulled away, clearing her throat. “C’mon.” She said, her voice back to something normal. “You need to get back to bed.”

Unique didn’t argue. He just let her lead him out of the bathroom, both of them pretending like nothing had just happened. Even though they both knew—something had.

When she tried to direct him onto the bed, though, he paused, his gaze flickering toward the couch outside.

“You not sleeping out there?” He asked.

“Shut up, Unique.” She said with a roll of her eyes. pressing her palm against his chest to get him to sit down. He exhaled sharply but obeyed, his body too weak to argue anymore. He was also short of thrown with the use of his name coming from her mouth. This was the first time he was really paying attention it.

She moved through the room quickly, grabbing a clean glass and filling it with cold water before handing it to him along with a single pain pill. “Take this.” She instructed. “I don’t wanna hear no complaining later about how you can’t sleep ‘cause you hurting. That yo fault, nigga. I told you to sit the fuck down somewhere, man.” She spat, rolling her eyes at him again, her pissed tone making that Harlem accent pop.

Unique took the pill without a word, swallowing it down with a few gulps of water. Meanwhile, Mo’nique cleaned up the space, putting away the leftover pizza, gathering a few extra bottles of water for him while she threw away the empty ones, and turning off the lights one by one until only the dim glow of the television remained. She then finished by closing the door.

Then, instead of making her way to the couch, she pulled the chair in the corner of her room closer to the bed and sat down, her body sinking into the cushions as she got comfortable with the blanket that hung off the back.

Unique frowned at her. “Is that really necessary?” Be asked, shifting under the blankets. Mo’nique paused her movements while getting comfortable and shot him a sharp look. “Shut the hell up and go to bed.” She sighed out.

He exhaled through his nose, but he didn’t argue.

Still, as he settled deeper under the covers, his gaze kept drifting towards her from the television. Watching as she adjusted in the chair with her eyes closed, as she shifted in search of a comfort that came to her a little too easily. The irritation from earlier lingered, but underneath it was something else—something heavier.

Minutes passed, the soft sounds of the show ‘Martin’ filling the room. Then, finally, he spoke again. “Just come sleep in the bed, B.” He muttered, his voice rough but quieter this time. Mo’nique’s eyes flickered open, her lashes heavy with exhaustion, but her stare was sharp when it landed on him. She didn’t answer right away, just let the silence stretch between them, the soft glow of the TV flickering against the angles of her face.

Unique held her gaze, his expression unreadable, but there was something about the way he said it—low, gruff, not quite an order but not really a request either. It was the first time tonight that his voice carried something other than irritation or defiance. And this was the first time he’s ever really talked.

She sighed, rubbing a hand down her face before shifting in the chair. “I’m good right here.” She mumbled, adjusting the blanket around her. “Just go to sleep, nigga.”

Unique licked his lips, his jaw tightening as he settled onto his side, facing her on the right side of the room. “You ain’t gotta act like I’m gon’ bite you.” He muttered, his voice carrying something else now, something heavier. And Mo’nique couldn’t help but wonder if that medicine was affecting him heavy Mr.Roger said it would.

Maybe I should’ve broken that pill in half. She thought. She then scoffed, shaking her head, but she didn’t bother responding. Her arms folded across her chest, her head tilting against the back of the chair as she exhaled deeply. She closed her eyes, but Unique knew she wasn’t really asleep.

He watched her, his body still aching, his pride still bruised, but that thick thing in the air between them had only gotten heavier. Along with the spicy and sweet scent that lingered in the place she spent most time in. He could still smell her as if she was closer to him—cocoa butter and cinnamon, warm and familiar. He could still feel the ghost of her hands on his face, the fierce press of her fingers against his skin when she forced him to look at her. He blinked slowly, the effects from the pill not hitting him yet, but was being carried away by the drowsiness that the heavy beating left him with.

Minutes passed. Maybe longer. The television droned on, the laughter from the sitcom sounding distant. Then, barely above a whisper, Unique spoke again. “Mo’nique.” He crooned, blinking at her figure curled in the chair. She didn’t answer, but he saw the way her fingers twitched against the blanket.

“You really just gon’ sit over there all night?” His voice was quieter now, something softer beneath the words, something he wasn’t even sure he wanted her to hear. Mo’nique let out a breath, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip with her eyes still closed. She should’ve ignored him. She should’ve let the tension settle, let the exhaustion pull her under. She didn’t even move at first. Didn’t even look at him.

But eventually, after a long pause, she let out a slow breath, her shoulders relaxing just a little. With a deep sigh, she opened her eyes, staring at him for a long moment before she finally pushed herself up from the chair.

Mo’nique stood there for a moment, her eyes locked on Unique, her expression unreadable. He had his good eye barely open, staring at her in that same stubborn way he always did, but there was something different this time. He wasn’t challenging her. He wasn’t about to fight her on it. He was just… waiting. She sighed, rubbing a tired hand down her face before finally moving. She walked over, each step slow, deliberate.

“Move over, man.” She muttered, walking up to the right side of the bed and pulling the covers back. She slid in beside him, careful to keep space between them. Unique, already lying on his side, shifted just enough to make room, but he didn’t say saying. She climbed in, keeping a healthy distance between them, her back turned to him as she adjusted the blankets over herself. The mattress dipped under her weight, and for the first time that night, the room felt still.

Neither of them spoke.

‘Martin’ played low in the background, the laugh track echoing softly against the walls. Unique lay there, staring at the screen but not really watching, his body still aching, though softer than before. But for the first time since he ended up in this damn house, he didn’t feel completely restless. Didn’t feel like he was alone.

Mo’nique shifted beside him, tugging the blanket up higher. She was close enough that the scent of her lingered in the air, that same cinnamon warmth that clung to the pillows and the couch, but her this close, he could smell a hint of vanilla on her.

He swallowed.

“Thanks.” He muttered after a while, voice gruff. It was barely above a whisper, like the word itself had been forced out of him. Mo’nique didn’t move, but he heard her sigh.

“Go to sleep, Unique.”

He exhaled through his nose, letting his eyes drift closed. The pain in his ribs kept him from getting comfortable, and his mind still raced with the echoes of everything that had happened, but somehow… this wasn’t so bad. Maybe, just for tonight, he could rest.

And for the first time that night, neither of them fought. Neither of them spoke.

The tension didn’t disappear—it shifted, softened.

And finally, finally, sleep came.

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The room was still, save for the quiet hum of the television casting faint light over the walls. The clock on the dresser directly next to her read a little past three in the morning when Mo’nique stirred, her body shifting under the blankets.

She hadn’t woken up from restlessness this time. No nightmares. No tossing and turning. Instead, it was the unfamiliar warmth pressing against her, the solid weight of something firm and unmoving beneath her cheek.

Her eyes barely cracked open, her breath soft against the fabric black fabric. It took her a second to register it.

It was Unique she was pressed against.

At some point in the night, she had gravitated toward him, her face now buried against the broad expanse of his chest. He was still lying on his back, his breaths slow and even, completely unaware of her pressed against him. His arms were above his head, completely knocked out and comfortable, available for her to roll over and lay against.

She should’ve moved. Should’ve pulled away.

But she didn’t. And she blamed it on being to tried.

There was something about his size, the security of his warm body against hers, settled something deep in her bones. And yes, maybe that was a little pathetic of her in the moment but she honestly has bigger fish to fry than the awkward moment she’d have to face tomorrow morning. Her half asleep mind was going to bask in the moment she was currently in. Mo’nique wasn’t used to feeling safe in her own bed—not since she was a little girl—but for the first time in years, she think she did.

Her eyes fluttered shut again, her fingers twitching against the fabric of his shirt as sleep dragged her under once more. Subconsciously, she nuzzled deeper into him, her face brushing against the warmth of his side muscles before she fell completely still.

Then the next time Unique woke, it wasn’t due to the dull ache in his ribs or the throbbing in his skull—it was to warmth. A soft warmth that was really close.

His eyes cracked open, blinking against the dim light of the room. It took a moment for the haze of sleep to lift, for him to register the weight draped against his chest.

Mo’nique.

Sometime during the night, she had turned, ended up facing him, her body tucked close with her head resting near his arm like a pillow. And somehow, without realizing it, his arm had made its way around her, not fully holding her, but resting close enough that the heat of her skin seeped into his own.

And for a second, Unique didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe when the sight of her sleeping face pressed against his side imaged his vision.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had woken up like this, tangled up with a woman, and the warmth they shared bleeding into his tired bones. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept this damn well.

Since Ronnie. Since everything. He didn’t even think he slept this well before this all happened. His body still ached, but for once, his mind wasn’t racing. The anger wasn’t gnawing at him like an open wound. He felt… calm.

Mo’nique shifted, still deep in sleep, her breath warm against his shirt. Unique swallowed thickly, eyes flickering toward the clock.

It was almost time for her to wake up.

And he wasn’t too sure if he wanted this to be over.

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[henneseyhoe]

Milk Marie

Unique x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected seggs(wrap before you tap!), dirty talk, after care, soft(ish)!Unique, pussy whipped!Unique, kinda short, das it(I think)

SUMMARY: Unique figures if he can’t get over her, he’ll get under her instead.

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Girl, I want everything that come with you. Even if you got stretch marks and even two children. I can’t blame you, girl.

It seemed like he always ended back up here. Right here. In this bed. With this woman. Wrapped up in her sheets with his hands touching all the parts only the luckiest of men got the pleasure of even seeing. He swore they were meant to be, and she almost thought so too. He treated her so well, like the beauty she was, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

They had known each other since the sandbox, his mother always offering to watch her while her mother was at work and since that first time they met, they were connected at the hip.

No matter if they fell out and swore to stop fuckin’ with each other, they always ended right back together. No matter how many times she attempted to leave, he’d just find her again.

He hoped by the last time she left he’d be too tired of her bullshit to follow after her, but he was more resilient than he thought, and withdrawals are a muthafucka. Now he knows how the people he serves feel.

That first taste he had of her? It was like a babies first lick of sugar, addiction waiting to happen. The first time he came was like floating in outer space with no destination or desire to be anywhere else. And as ironic as it was, she looked innocent on her knees for him.

Her mouth worked its way down on him until the tip of her nose touched his stomach and her eyes began to water, her throat capturing his entire length. With no problem, she bobbed her head up and down on him, her mouth so sloppy that spit escaped from her lips and trailed down to his balls, making him shudder.

She took her hand and began spreading the spit around his heavy sack, massaging as she felt him throb in her mouth, the taste of precum already being prevalent on her tongue. He occupies his hands and digs his fingers into the couch cushions, knowing that she would stop and he’d be fucked if he reached for her freshly done silk press that was wrapped in a silk scarf, secure for those rough times.

Flashes of white appeared behind his eyes like stars as that familiar pull in the bottom of his stomach appeared once again, a warm sense of feeling covering his body as he came down her throat for the first time in months since he found out where she had been hiding. Which just ended up being her childhood home in the city over.

It took unique all but a mere few seconds to recover before he was pulling her up from her knees and into his strong hold, giving her that kiss of death before he got to doing his own damage. As he stood from the couch with no care about the jeans and belt still around his thighs, their tongues danced together in sync. Unique could taste every bit of both of them on her tongue, but he was never one to fuss about kissing after head if it was with her. He welcomed it if anything.

Tossing her body onto the bed, he takes a second to admire how the room hadn’t changed one bit since she became an adult. A doll house sat in the corner with dolls still inside, a memory of the last time she had played with them. Teddy bears that had eventually fallen off the bed when she was sat. Pink walls with brown, white, and gold for the future. A color pallet reminding him of something else in particular.

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“Nique~” She moaned sweetly, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her as the man above her pushed his hips onto her ass, his piece sinking into her ever so slowly. The stretch was always the same, the thickness of him leaving a burning sensation at her entrance the more he pushed into her, but it only stayed for a few seconds as she adjusted to his size, which was nothing average.

The thrusts were sensual and loving until he leans up off of her and pulls out just a bit further than usual, giving her the room to pull her ass up in the air and put a perfect arch in her back. She began bouncing herself back onto him, gaining speed and momentum as he meets her ass with his hips.

“Oh fuck..” He groans quietly.

His eyes were trained on the motions of her soft skin jiggling with every collide of their bodies. His thrusts only got harder from there, segments of moans falling from the girls lips. He didn’t even have to tell her how wet she was, the squelching sounds erupting from where they connected told her all she needed to know.

Switching the angle of his thrusts, he places one knee onto the bed and leans into her, his hands placed in the middle of her back just to make sure she wouldn’t be able to run from the lethal position. And running, she did not do, couldn’t do because of how he was holding her. Suddenly the bed dipped under them both with the strong force of his thrust making her collapse on her stomach, leaving the girl breathless after calling out to the highest one she worshipped.

“You feel that, baby? I’m in it?” He asks with his breathing unsteady, his balls tightening and her toes curling.

“Yes, Nique!”

She was in shambles trying to keep up with him. She could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her g spot, constantly slamming into it like a button, like he’d get some kind of prize if he pushed it correctly. He fucked her so hard, sweet compliments being the only things that contradicted the rough strokes. She could hear the belt buckle of his pants jingling around his ankles, remembering that they had barely been undressed fully before Unique got impatient and just shoved his pants down and her nightgown up before pushing her to her knees.

As Unique continued on with damn near breaking this girls childhood bed, he thought to himself. This was the pussy that niggas killed for. The type pussy that’d have you bussing back to back without a second thought about a condom. This was the pussy he thought about on those lonely nights when she was mad at him, when he had to take matters into his own hands and desperately jerk himself off, his mouth agape and muscles flexing as he cums all over his stomach to the beautiful thought that was her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whimpers. At this point she could feel him poking at her stomach and being pressed against the mattress helped nothing. He would probably fuck her through the cushion if he could.

“Uh-huh. Cum on this dick, Princess. Lemme feel you wet this dick up, show me how good I make this pussy feel” He spoke, punching nothing but a thick 9 inch pole into her spine. The man gave her no choice but to scream and give him exactly what he wanted, which was her release.

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Between her thighs were messy and wet, coated with a layer of white cream that was from both of them. Unique gently wiped her down with a wet towel, careful not to swipe over her sensitive clit too fast or harsh.

“Shhh—“ She hissed, her thighs almost closing in on his hand. Unique’s eyes flickered from her core up to her expression. “My bad” He simply apologized before tossing away the dirty rag in a hamper next to the bed. Laying next to her on his back, he sighs. “you gon’ learn to stop running from what you love”

She smiles, turning her head to look at the side of his face, getting a view of that nearly perfect profile. “Who says I love you, Unique?”

He smirks. “I don’t need a second opinion on a fact”

And the cycle continues…

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another milestone🥺 ur growing so fast i'm so happy for u🤩 once again i am here to support ur event 🥳 can i get mattsun with #41 song: love is only a feeling by joey bada$$

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Pairing: Mattsukawa Issei x Reader

Scenario: #41 Fake dating each other to go to a wedding, falling in love.

**This one is kinda long, oops

Omiomi's 200 Follower Event

-Monday-

"So, what you're saying is that your cousin's wedding is this weekend and you don't have a date to get your pushy relatives off your back, so you need me to act like we're dating?"

You blink a couple times, shocked that he got it completely on the first try.

"Yeah.... that's exactly it."

Matsukawa shrugs "It's not like I have anything else to do, and it's free wedding cake."

You bark out a laugh, drawing the attention of people at nearby cafe tables.

"I can drive us, it isn't too far." You say, trying to further convince him so he won't back out suddenly.

At this Matsukawa snorts, leaning in to look you in the eye.

"Now what kind of a fake boyfriend would I be to let my fake girlfriend drive us there?"

You roll your eyes "Fine, but we need to lay down some rules."

He nods and motions for you to continue.

" 1. No kissing on the lips unless it's a situation in which we absolutely have to, other skinship will be ok. 2. We leave Friday morning, and come back Sunday night because the wedding is in the afternoon on Saturday. During then we'll probably have to share a room, I'll take the sofa or we'll use pillow dividers. 3. We met in college, and you asked me out." Matsukawa's eyes are narrowed in concentration, eyebrows furrowed as he commits it to memory.

"Easy enough." He grins, this was going to be a piece of cake.

You spend the rest of your "lunch date", full empasis on the quotes, discussing your backstory and other details that might be asked about.

-Friday-

Your doorbell rings and you grab your luggage, opening the door to see Matsukawa, white shirt and black joggers. His messy hair falling slightly in his face.

He was always attractive, but this outfit makes your mouth go dry and you swallow hard, grinning at him as he waves.

"Ready to go?"

The car ride was about 6 hours, you taking the first half and Matsukawa taking the second half, claiming that he wants your family to see what a good boyfriend he was, driving you to the wedding.

While you drove he fed you snacks and gave you instructions from the map app on his phone cackling when you missed an exit.

He napped for an hour before he had to drive, not wanting to be tired when he had to drive.

You take some glances to him, and usually people wouldn't find a boy passed out, leaning against the window with his mouth slightly open, attractive. But the butterflies in your stomach fluttered and you wondered what it would be like to kiss him awake.

Soon, you pull up to the gas station halfway mark that the two of you agreed on. You lightly tap him awake, and stifle a smile as he groans awake, stretching as his shirt rode up a little.

"Are we there?" He's half asleep and you allow a smile, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"I'll get you a coffee." Your heart is beating erratically as you pay for the canned coffee from the gas station, remembering Matsukawa's shirt riding up as he stretched.

You open the car door and hand him his coffee, he grunts a thank you and starts the car, taking a sip of his coffee occasionally humming along to the radio.

"This coffee sucks." He deadpanns, finishing up the can.

"But you finished it." You point out and he rolls his eyes before cracking a smile.

That's all it takes to break the ice you didn't know had formed, cracking jokes and wheezing as you pull into the hotel, your Aunt greeting you guys.

Matsukawa side hugs you and plants a kiss on your forehead, greeting your family.

"Hi, I'm y/n's boyfriend." Your heart warms at the sentence, and you have to scold your brain to stop being so happy. It's fake, it's fake, you're fake dating.

You get the room key and hold your breath as you enter the room, one bed, and there's no couch.

Matsukawa senses your apprehension and shrugs.

"I can sleep on the floor?" He offers, and you shake your head.

"It's fine, I don't want you to be uncomfortable tomorrow."

You don't notice the blush on Matsukawa's face as he fully digests the situation, too busy calming yourself down.

He showers first and then you get ready for bed, coming out of the bathroom to see no pillow wall, but Matsukawa fast asleep.

'I suppose we're close enough to not need pillow wall."

You lie down on the edge of the bed slightly cold, but fall asleep nonetheless.

-Saturday-

The entire day is awkward, you woke up tangled in Matsukawa's arms, his head in your hair, and arms around your waist.

Then at breakfast your cousin noted that you're not holding hands, and so the two of you clasp hands, slightly concerned that you enjoy holding his hand so much.

During the wedding a couple of your older relatives lean over and giggle about how your guy's wedding is next, flustering both of you.

And before you know it you're slow dancing with Matsukawa, head on his chest as his heart beats rapidly.

You must've had too much champagne, because your head is fuzzy and your impulse control is near zero as you get ready for bed.

"Are we going to sleep together?" You mean in it a purely Innocent way, but Matsukawa spits out the water he was drinking, coughing violently as his cheeks and ears turn red.

"What?" He chokes out, and you frown.

Sitting in the bed, you cross your arms and Matsukawa finds you adorable right now.

"You're so cute." He sighs, lying down and opening his arms while realizing what you meant earlier.

"'m not cute." You sigh, content and comfortable.

"I love you." You mumble, not aware of what you're saying completely.

Matsukawa breaths in shakily, not sure how to respond, you're clearly not aware of what you're saying.

"I love you too." He whispers into your ear even though it looks like you've fallen asleep.

-Sunday-

The car ride home is quiet, just anxious glances, you wondering if what you said last night was actually said or just a dream, and Matsukawa wondering if what you said was just a result of the champagne.

"So..." You both start.

The two of you stop, laughing nervously.

"You said you loved me." He clears his throat, refusing to look at you and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

"And what if I said I did?" It was a pretty big change, going from being good friends with a slight crush on him, to admitting you were in love with him. Both to yourself and to who you're in love with.

He glances over to you, eyes sparkling.

"I'd say the same thing I said last night."

You blanche, he can't possibly expect you to remember what he said.

"Which is..." You look at him expecting as he smirks.

"I love you too."

[notapradagurl7]

I love this😫

A story about everyones favorite Mr.Robot character Leon and his life after leaving the Dark army behind.

Warning: this story contains violence, death mentions, angst, smut, and a bunch of Seinfeld references..wayyy too many

Word count: 391

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Epilogue

The days moved slower now. Quieter. Leon had traded in the shadowy chaos of the Dark Army for something that almost resembled peace. Almost. He still took jobs—clean, quiet, off-the-grid freelance work—but there was no master to answer to, no strings on his back. Just Leon, his music, and the occasional night that ended in blood on his sneakers and silence in his soul.

Then came Noel.

He met her at a corner store in Brooklyn—the kind of meet-cute that wouldn’t sound believable even on a bad sitcom. She was reaching for the last bag of sour cream and onion chips. He cracked a joke about fate and flavor. She laughed, genuinely. Like she got him. Really got him.

She moved in that night.

Not a suitcase, not a question. Just her and that crooked smile. It should’ve set off alarms, but it didn’t. It felt… easy. Too easy.

They binge-watched Seinfeld together, quoting punchlines in sync. She laughed at his corny jokes like she wrote them. She knew how he liked his coffee, how he cleaned his knives, when to touch him and when to leave him alone. She didn’t ask about the blood or the late nights or the way he sometimes stared into nothing like he was still watching lives slip away.

She just knew.

Leon never trusted coincidence. Not in his line of work. Not in this life.

Noel. Leon. The same letters, flipped.

Brooklyn-born. Witty. Lethal silence behind warm eyes.

Sometimes he’d wake in the middle of the night and watch her sleep, wondering if he was looking at the ghost of something he lost or a mirror of something he still hadn’t found. Maybe she was just like him because she was him. A leftover shard of his fractured past, reassembled into someone else. Someone meant to find him.

And maybe that’s what scared him the most.

Because deep down, Leon knew he wasn’t alone anymore.

But he wasn’t sure if that was a blessing—or a setup.

Still, every morning, he made her coffee. Every night, she waited for him to come home, no matter what was on his hands.

And neither of them asked why.

Because sometimes, when you’ve lived long enough in the shadows, you stop looking for the light—and start falling in love with the dark that looks just like you.

[jaceyourself]

End of Year Wrap-Up 24/12/2018

Happy Merry to all you readers!

I’ve had a great year but all us music fans have had an even better one! Streaming services mean that now more than ever we can experience the musical output from all corners of the globe (though overwhelmingly the English-speaking parts of it) to understand different points of view, learn of the goings on in other parts of the world and most importantly indulge ourselves in a bit of a boogie. All the moods, genres and feels you could think of are out there, so over the holiday period perhaps try and listen to something new. Who knows it might break the tension with that younger/older relative round the xmas table when you find they also happen to like k-pop/jazz-funk/grindcore or at the very least you can bicker about the tragedy of the current album charts (Greatest Showman: 21 weeks!). To aid you in your quest for knowledge/excitement/small-talk I have spent almost 30 minutes curating a best-of for both albums and singles in the year of 2018. 

(NB even with my album-a-day policy, there’s no way I can get through everything I want to within the 365, so if your fave appears ignored, let it be known that I probably haven’t heard it yet. The full list of everything I’ve listened to this year is at the bottom)

So in no particular order:

Albums 

Jinx Lennon- Grow A Pair!!!

The Beths- Future Me Hates Me

The Pistol Annies- Interstate Gospel

Travis Scott- ASTROWORLD

Mount Eerie- Now Only

Cardi B- Invasion of Privacy

The 1975- A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

The Aces- When My Heart Felt Volcanic

Singles

Confidence Man- Out The Window

Cardi B- I Like It

Janelle Monae ft. Grimes- Pynk

Lori McKenna- People Get Old

SOPHIE- Immaterial

Marie Davidson- Work It

Car Seat Headrest- Stop Smoking (We Love You)

BLACKPINK- AS IF IT’S YOUR LAST

The 1975- It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You)

https://open.spotify.com/user/jaceyourself/playlist/1kFex3QLVv0l3cCqjVC6dT?si=_GqTJXrOSoSXYaMC9ra_lg

Have a great festive period and I’ll see you in 2019 :D

2018 Albums what I listened to

Floating Points- Reflections – Mojave Desert

James Elkington- Wintres Woma

Miguel- War & Leisure

Ride- Weather Diaries

Sidney Gish- No Dogs Allowed

Emperor X- The Orlando Sentinel, Oversleepers International

Broken Social Scene- Hug of Thunder

MC5- Kick Out The Jams (Live)

Public Service Broadcasting- Every Valley

JJ Doom- Key to the Kuffs

HAIM- Something To Tell You

Camila Cabello- Camila

Sheer Mag- Need To Feel Your Love

Taylor Swift- reputation

Shabazz Palaces- Quazarz vs The Jealous Machines

This Is The Kit- Moonshine Freeze

Japanese Breakfast- Soft Sounds From Another Planet

Tune-Yards- I can feel you creep into my private life

Jupiter & Okwess- Kin Sonic

Various Artists- The Passion Of Charlie Parker

Waxahatchee- Out In The Storm, Great Thunder

Offa Rex- The Queen Of Hearts

Dizzee Rascal- Raskit

Alvvays- Antisocialites

Childhood- Universal High

Marmozets- Knowing What You Know Now

Declan McKenna- What Do You Think About the Car?

Paul Heaton- Crooked Calypso

Lana Del Rey- Lust For Life

Charles Lloyd New Quartet- Passin’ Thru (Live)

Rip Rig & Panic- Circa Rip Rig + Panic

Avey Tare- Eucalyptus

Justin Timberlake- Man Of The Woods

Rio Mira- Marimba del Pacifico

Oddisee- The Iceberg

Aimee Mann- Mental Illness

Katie Von Schleicher- Shitty Hits

Arcade Fire- Everything Now

Girl Ray- Earl Grey

Ezra Furman- Transangelic Exodus

Randy Newman- Dark Matter

Dead Cross- Dead Cross

Chronixx- Chronology

Mondo Cozmo- Plastic Soul

Kesha- Rainbow

Lal & Mike Waterson- Bright Phoebus

Steve Reich- Pulse / Quartet

Orchestra Baobab- Tribute to Ndiouga Dieng

Ratboy- SCUM

Prince- Dirty Mind, Controversy, 1999, Purple Rain, Parade, Sign ‘O’ The Times

Stanley Cowell- No Illusions

Oneohtrix Point Never- Good Time Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

Downtown Boys- Cost Of Living

Screaming Females- All At Once

Rob Luft- Riser

Sibusile Xaba- Open Letter To Adoniah

Jen Cloher- Jen Cloher

Everything Everything- Fever Dream

Grizzly Bear- Painted Ruins

Bob’s Burgers- The Bob’s Burgers Music Album

Superorganism- Superorganism

Maren Morris- HERO

Courtney Marie Andrews- Honest Life, May Your Kindness Remain

Stefflon Don- Real Ting Mixtape

Ghostpoet- Dark Days + Canapés

Young Fathers- White Men Are Black Men Too, Cocoa Sugar

Queens Of The Stone Age- Songs For The Deaf

Thurst- Cut to the Chafe

John Moreland- Big Bad Luv

Aruan Ortiz- Cub(an)ism [Piano Solo]

Mount Eerie- Now Only

The War On Drugs- A Deeper Understanding

Various Artists- Pop Makossa

Liane Carroll- The Right to Love

Fickle Friends- You Are Someone Else

Nadine Shah- Holiday Destination

Various Artists- Howsla

George Ezra- Staying at Tamara’s

The Doors- The Doors

Filthy Friends- Invitation

Susanne Sundfør- Music For People In Trouble

LCD Soundsystem- LCD Soundsystem, Sound of Silver, American Dream

Mogwai- Every Country’s Sun

Kacey Musgraves- Golden Hour

The National- High Violet, Sleep Well Beast

The Klezmatics- Wonder Wheel

Hercules & Love Affair- Omnion

Mount Kimbie- Love What Survives

The Aces- When My Heart Felt Volcanic

Matthew Bourne- Isotach

Finished- Cum Inside Me Bro

Forced Into Femininity- I’m Making Progress

Heron Oblivion- Heron Oblivion

Hamell On Trial- TACKLE BOX

Confidence Man- Confident Music For Confident People

Swet Shop Boys- Cashmere

Princess Nokia- 1992 Deluxe, A Girl Cried Red

Steely Dan- The Royal Scam, Aja

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard- Nonagon Infinity

Sparks- Hippopotamus

J. Cole- KOD

Fat Tony- Macgregor Park

L’Orange and Jeremiah Jae- The Night Took Us In Like Family

Little Simz- Stillness In Wonderland

Lady Leshurr- Queen’s Speech

RAY BLK- Durt

Brand New- Science Fiction

Janelle Monae- Dirty Computer

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever- Talk Tight

Fred Thomas- Changer

Myra Davies- Sirens

Laraaji- Sun Gong

The Killers- Wonderful Wonderful

Descendents- Milo Goes To College

Frank Turner- Be More Kind

The Horrors- V

Moses Sumney- Aromanticism

Arctic Monkeys- Whatever People…, AM, Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino

Oxbow- Thin Black Duke

Dee Byrne’s Entropi- Moment Frozen

Mike Stern- Trip

The Vampires- The Vampires Meet Lionel Loueke

Gogol Bordello- Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike, Super Taranta!, Seekers And Finders

Umphrey’s McGee- Zonkey

Hard Working Americans- We’re All in This Together

Courtney Barnett- Tell Me How You Really Feel

Jllin- Black Origami

Various Artists- Rough Guide to the Music of West Africa

Wolf Alice- Visions Of A Life

The Young’uns- Strangers

Fever Ray- Fever Ray, Plunge

CHVRCHES- Love Is Dead

Oumou Sangaré- Oumou, Mogoya

Charlotte Gainsbourg- Rest

Daniel Avery- Song For Alpha

Daphni- Joli Mai

Kanye West- ye

Cécile McLorin Salvant- Dreams and Daggers

Trio Da Kali, Kronos Quartet- Ladilikan

Kelela- Take Me Apart

Bob Dylan- The Times.., Another.., Bringing.., Highway.., Blond.., John.., Nashville.., New.., Blood..

Lily Allen- Alright(,) Still, It’s Not Me(,) It’s You, Sheezus, No Shame

Fanfare Ciocarlia- 20

Wolf Parade- Cry Cry Cry

SOPHIE- OIL OF EVERY PEARL’S UN-INSIDES

Zara McFarlane- Arise

St. Vincent- MASSEDUCTION

Margo Price- All American Made

Bebe Rexha- Expectations

Motörhead- Under Cöver

Orchestre Les Mangelepa- Last Band Standing

Drake- Scorpion

Various Artists- Gentle Giants: The Songs Of Don Williams

Noga Erez- Off The Radar

Baxter Dury- Prince of Tears

John Maus- Screen Memories

Lankum- Between the Earth and Sky

Shamir- Revelations

Years & Years- Palo Santo

Converge- The Dusk In Us

Canzoniere Grecanico Salentino- Canzoniere

Fred Hersch- Open Book

A. Savage- Thawing Dawn

Big Thief- Capacity

Kelly Clarkson- Meaning Of Life

Dirty Projectors- Lamp Lit Prose

Robt Sarazin Blake- Recitative

Shed Seven- Instant Pleasures

Spinning Coin- Permo

Call Super- Arpo

Laura Perrudin- Poisons & antidotes

Ellen Andrea Wang- Blank Out

Lori McKenna- The Tree

Wu-Tang Clan- Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

Lee Ronaldo- Electric Trim

Deer Tick- Vol. 2

The Paranoid Style- Underworld U.S.A.

Youssou N’Dour- Set, Joko- From Village To Town, Nothing’s In Vain, Seeni Valeurs

Gaika- BASIC VOLUME

Kasai Allstars- Around Felicite

Carly Rae Jepsen- Emotion

Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds- Who Built The Moon?

Anna Ternheim- All the Way to Rio

U2- Songs of Experience

Mônica Vasconcelos- The São Paulo Tapes

Travis Scott- ASTROWORLD

Nabihah Iqbal- Weighing of the Heart

Van Morrison- Versatile

Jim James- Tribute to 2

Criolo- Espiral de Ilusão

Maciej Obara Quartet- Unloved

N.E.R.D- NO ONE EVER REALLY DIES

The Beths- Future Me Hates Me

Maryam Saleh- Lekhfa

Naomi Bedford- Songs My Ruiner Gave to Me

Jens Lekman- Night Over Kortedala

The Spirit of the Beehive- pleasure suck

Tom Rogerson- Finding Shore

Paul Jacobs- Pictures(,) Movies and Apartments

Ariana Grande- sweetener

Rina Sawayama- RINA

Marcel Khalife- Andalusia of Love

Gunter Hampel- Bounce (Live at Theater Gütersloh)

BAYNK- Someone’s EP

Omar Souleyman- To Syria(,) With Love

Blood Orange- Negro Swan

Open Mike Eagle- Brick Body Kids Still Daydream

First Aid Kit- Ruins

Shame- Songs of Praise

Homeboy Sandman- Veins

Playboi Carti- Playboi Carti

Eminem- Kamikaze

Troye Sivan- Blue Neighbourhood, BLOOM

Joey Bada$$- ALL AMERIKKKAN BADA$$

Priests- Nothing Feels Natural

Rhiannon Giddens- Freedom Highway

King Krule- The OOZ

Django Django- Marble Skies

Bon Iver- For Emma(,) Forever Ago

Calexico- The Thread That Keeps Us

Mary Gauthier- Rifles & Rosary Beads

Hookworms- Microshift

Aphex Twin- Collapse EP

Rae Morris- Someone Out There

Field Music- Open Here

Rhye- Blood

Shopping- The Official Body

MGMT- Little Dark Age

Christine and the Queens- Chris

Alela Diane- Cusp

Sonic Youth- Sister

Brigid Mae Power- The Two Worlds

Deafheaven- Sunbather

Various Artists- American Epic: The Collection Disc 1, 2, 3

Rich Krueger- Life Ain’t That Long

Lil Wayne- Tha Carter V

Modern Mal- The Misanthrope Family Album

Rejjie Snow- Dear Annie

U.S. Girls- In a Poem Unlimited

The Orielles- Silver Dollar Moment

Tal National- Tantabara

Marie Davidson- Working Class Woman

Superchunk- What a Time to Be Alive

Brandi Carlile- By The Way(,) I Forgive You

Car Seat Headrest- Twin Fantasy

Loma- Loma

Quavo- QUAVO HUNCHO

Marlon Williams- Make Way For Love

Nipsey Hussle- Victory Lap

Insecure Men- Insecure Men

Kendrick Lamar- Black Panther

Rapsody- Lalia’s Wisdom

Khalid- Suncity

Tracey Thorn- Record

Anna von Hausswolff- Dead Magic

Jinx Lennon- Grow a Pair!!!

Gwenno- Le Kov

Judas Priest- Stained Class, FIREPOWER

Robyn- Robyn, Body Talk, Honey

The Magic Gang- The Magic Gang

Essaie Pas- New Path

Bob Dylan and The Band- The Basement Tapes

The Decemberists- I’ll Be Your Girl

Pistol Annies- Interstate Gospel

BCUC- Emakhosini (Bantu Continua Uhuru Consciousness)

Jack White- Boarding House Reach

Yo La Tengo- There’s A Riot Going On

Sidi Touré- Toubalbero

Lil Peep- Come Over When You’re Sober(,) Pt. 2

The Breeders- All Nerve

The Vaccines- Combat Sports

CZARFACE- Czarface Meets Metal Face

Laurence Pike- Distant Early Warning

Chopteeth Afrofunk Big Band- Bone Reader

Leo Kalyan- The Edge

Hayley Kyoko- Expectations

Tristen- Sneaker Waves

Thelonious Monk- Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Brad Mehldau & Mark Guiliana- Mehliana: Taming The Dragon

Amy Rigby- Til The Wheels Fall Off, Little Fugitive, The Old Guys

BLACKPINK- BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA

Rose Cousins- Natural Conclusion

Nora Jane Struthers- Champion

Lilly Hiatt- Trinity Lane

The Rolling Stones- The Rolling Stones, The Rolling Stones No. 2, Out of Our Heads, Aftermath

MAST- Thelonious Sphere Monk

The 1975- A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

Jhene Aiko- Trip

Don Bryant- Don’t Give up on Love

EMA- Exile in the Outer Ring

Small Believer- Anna Tivel

Vera Sola- Shades

Cardi B- Invasion of Privacy

Darkthrone- A Blaze in the Northern Sky

Sarah Shook & the Disarmers- Years

Goat Girl- Goat Girl

Vic Mensa- HOOLIGANS

Unknown Mortal Orchestra- Sex & Food

Alasdair Roberts, Amble Scuse & David McGuiness- What News

Kali Uchis- Isolation

Wye Oak- The Louder I Call, the Faster It Runs

Migos- Culture II

Hinds- I Don’t Run

DRINKS- Hippo Lite

Alexis Taylor- Beautiful Thing

Jenny Wilson- EXORCISM

[notapradagurl7]

The Return.

Black Fem! Reader x Unique!husband.

Summary: After six months of his recovery from the brutal beating from his brother, Ronnie and finally getting everything back, the first thing Unique does is return home to you. You almost couldn't believe it but your husband was alive.

A/N: Here’s something cute about Unique, enjoy! ❤️ don’t forget to reblog, comment and like to support, remember don’t be afraid to send in a request they’re always open.

Warnings: angst, praise, rough sex, biting, spanking, consensual intimacy, use of AAVE, mention of violence, established marriage, hair pulling.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @satoruya @planetblaque

@playgurlxoxo @dabratzchronicles

@becauseimswagman1

@cocooned-butterfly @beenathembo @brattyfics

@hxneyclouds @henneseyhoe

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes @nayaesworld @ovohanna24

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@fakxmbj @kaylalb @theereina @uzumaki-rebellion @blyffe @kumkaniudaku @ranikyani @luckydaye777 @foxybrownsugababe @caashmoneynae

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Southside, Jamaica Queens. ‘93

His snow-white polished Beamer gently rolled onto the driveway of your house, with his deep brown eyes locked onto the familiar beige interior of it, the small windows covered by black curtains spanned across it, and small green bushes cornered the sides of the house.

Beloved memories of you and him remained in his mind, choosing to keep them as close as possible.

He killed the engine, the low rumble fading into an unsettling silence as he reached for the door handle. Outside, Unique stepped out cautiously, a tight grip around his emotions in the forceful slam of the door.

There he was in the flesh, Kadeem “Unique” Mathis. The man came from the dead, the man took over the corners of Queens. Asserting his control over the streets, putting the fear back in people who looked his way, or even walked the same street as him.

The soles of his beige timberlands clicked sharply against the uneven cobblestones, each step echoing into the night as he made his way toward the front door of the black lumber, its dark facade looming like a shadow.

Unique paused before the door, drawing in a shaky breath that felt heavy in his lungs. He exhaled softly, feeling the anxiety creeping around him like a tightening fog, his mind a frantic whirlpool of anxious thoughts.

His thoughts, distorted and fragmented, raced to piece together the chaotic reality surrounding him. He focused, forcing himself to latch onto the crucial details of the moment, and despite the turmoil, he found clarity.

He had severed Raquel’s connect to her drug supply, dismantling the very foundation of her business. The gravity of his actions settled heavily upon him and in the heart of Queens, intertwining with the sharpness of his thoughts.

His hand reached out, and hovering over the doorknob.

Why was he so nervous?

Unique suffered a brutal beating from his brother, Ronnie who bashed his head in with a steel pipe. After that, Unique crawled himself out of the woods, and called Early Tyler to save him that looming night.

The scars were still on the right of his head, but he didn't let it break him. Unique wanted to those scars to be a reminder of how resilient he was, and how he fought to survive.

But still, Unique wished a thousand times for it to only be him to kill Ronnie instead of Kanan, to be the one to end the madness on his own.

Ever since that night, Unique made it his mission to recover, and worked his way up. Ronnie was dead, and his enemy Raquel was still fighting hard and strong to get her spot back.

For the first time, Unique was nervous about revealing himself to you. He imagined the scenario in his head so many times, knowing that you would cry, possibly scream as if you saw a ghost. Or you would just hug him.

Words couldn't even explain how much he missed your presence, your laugh, your smile and everything else about you.

He missed you so much.

Without hesitation, he knocked on the door twice. He heard the footsteps approaching the door, Unique exhaled softly, relishing to still feel the oxygen in his lungs.

“Who the fuck is it—” You yelled but the moment you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat.

There he was, the man you thought you’d lost forever. He sported a black and red

Unique stood there, looking just as handsome as ever, with that charming smirk playing on his lips, those familiar top-row gold grills glistened, but the wear of battle lingered in his eyes.

“What’s up Y/N?” he breathed, his voice low and rough, the sound washing over you like a warm wave.

“Kadeem? Baby, is that really you?” You stepped back, disbelief coloring your voice.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. I'm home,” He took a step forward, and the way his eyes locked onto yours made your heart race.

You stepped aside, as he walked inside the house and he closed the door behind himself, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The scent of lavender and peppermint filled his nostrils.

Unique sported a red and black satin bomber jacket, underneath a crisp white tee shirt that hugged his toned chest. His dark pants tapered down to the fresh white sneakers, you could see the gleam of gold chains layered around his neck and his right ear was adorned with a gold hoop earring.

You noticed the way his hair was freshly styled, the curls cropped close but still showing off the texture.

“Home?” You whispered, shaking your head, tears falling from your eyes. Your husband wiped your tears away.

“Damn right I am, missed you like crazy, baby girl,” he said, a playful glint in his gaze.

You didn’t waste a second; you flung yourself into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body envelop you. “I thought I lost you for good, the police told me that your body was gone,” you sobbed, holding onto him tightly, as if you were afraid he would disappear again.

“Never, I ain’t goin’ nowhere, and I promise I’m here to stay. You know that?” Unique murmured into your locs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and lips.

You pulled back to look into his eyes, the scars on his head made your eyes flick toward it. “Ronnie did this to you? I heard he was dead but you look different…I mean, the scars…”

“Yeah, they remind me of where I been, but Ronnie ain’t break me,” he said, brushing your fingers over the scar on his head.

You nodded, feeling a swell of pride for the man in front of you. “I’m just glad you’re alive, Unique. I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby,” he said, his voice softening. “Now, come here.” He pulled you close again, holding you tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.

“Let’s get you something to eat, I made dinner, but you can get some sleep and you must be tired,” you replied, trying to regain your composure.

“I ain’t tired, but I’m hungry for you,” he teased, a mischievous smirk on his face. “But I’ll take your love too, that’s my favorite dish.”

You laughed, a light sound that felt foreign after all the worry and dread of the past months. “You always know how to lighten the mood, huh?”

“Only for you, baby. I got time today and I got a lotta love to give, and I’m ready to show you just how much I love you,” he smirked, he leaned closer.

You felt your cheeks heat up, the emotion in the room shifting filled the air. “Unique. I want you.”

“Good,” he smirked, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

He leaned down, smashing your lips. You melted into his lips by kissing him back, your hands gripped his arms as he deepened the kiss, pouring all of his pent-up longing into that moment.

“Damn, I missed you,” he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming your waist, pulling you closer.

“Can I ask you something Kadeem?”

He nodded in response, waiting for you to speak. “Of course you can, beautiful,” he said. You exhaled before looking up at his eyes, your hand rested against his cheek.

“Were you giving me money in my mailbox in those past months?”

“Yes, it was me. I wanted to provide you while I was layin’ low, it killed me that I wasn't there for you, Y/N,” Unique confessed to you.

“I knew that I wasn't losin’ my mind, because I knew that it wasn't Raquel sending me that shit, it was you, baby,” You smirked with light chuckle.

“Baby,” you breathed, feeling the heat between you. “You have no idea how scared I was. I couldn’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, placing a finger over your lips. “Ain’t no need to dwell on the past, baby. We here now, and I’m makin’ sure you know how much I love you.”

With quickness, he swept you off your feet, carrying you into the room, the door slamming shut behind you. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kicked off his boots, the warmth of his body against yours.

“Now, let’s make up for lost time, yeah?” he said, setting you down on the bed. His lips ghosting over yours, peppering kisses along your lips.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you replied, pulling him down for another kiss, taking off your clothes as he did the same.

The two of you were laid against each other naked, he hovered you and your melanated skin was kissed tenderly as he gently spread your legs apart. He looked down at you, and kissed you again but it was passionately.

With a gentle thrust, he filled you up completely and you moaned wildly, you immediately broke the kiss as he began thrusting at a faster pace, Unique still remembered how you liked it in the bedroom with him, the thickness of his dick pulsed inside you. He felt so good, “Oh..fuck!” you mewled, nails scratching at his back.

Burying his face into the warmth of your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. Leaving hickeys in his path, Unique wanted you to feel every inch of him as if it was the first time, not the last time. “I missed you so fuckin’ much, I'm sorry, I love you,” he groaned, pulling away to look away.

“Kadeem, don't be sorry…i love you too,” You gasped sharply, your nails digging into his shoulder. Unique brought his body closer to yours to feel more of that heat, each thrust made your body quiver and twitch.

Your wetness created a pool in his lap. “Damn girl,” he grunted lowly, reaching out for your breasts and fondling them, It felt like a dream come true to him, to be finally reunited with you.

The bed creaked underneath both of you adding to the intensity of the sound of your ass clapping against his thighs, “So fucking..good,” You panted, eyelids closing shut, the cold metal of his rings made your nipples erect, and you let out a unrecognizable moan.

He fisted your locs in his hand and pulled you back in a sloppy kiss, deepening the kiss again as you responded by tangling your tongue with his, “Good girl,” he murmured against your lips, thrusting more forcefully.

The way your pussy made his dick disappear ever so perfectly elicited low groans from him, He continued to thrust into you forcefully causing your essence to pour out, each stroke fast and filled with passion. “Look at you, that pussy cummin’ already?” he teased, His hand wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look at him, grinning evilly at your reaction.

He loved the way you responded to him, the way your hips moved in rhythm with his. Unique had missed this—missed you—more than he could ever put into words. His hand delivered a rough smack onto your ass, “Y-yes! I'm cumming!”

You felt the wave of pleasure crash over you, your body trembling beneath him, your essence pouring onto his dick as you cried out his name. Unique followed suit, his warm cun spilling into you as he groaned your name. He kissed the side of your face, before he kissed your lips again.

“Damn, baby,” he panted, collapsing onto the bed beside you, both of you gasping for breath. You turned to face him, a soft smile gracing your lips as you traced the outline of his jaw with your fingers. “I missed you.”

Unique turned to you, his eyes softening as he pulled you close. “I missed you too.”

“I don’t want to ever lose you again, Unique. Promise me you’ll always come back to me,” you murmured, your heart aching at the thought of being separated again.

“I promise, baby,” he replied, his voice steady and filled with sincerity.

As you nestled into his side, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the pain of losing him was finally gone, he was here. “Now, let’s get some sleep, and in the morning,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You nodded, feeling safe and content as you drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man you loved. He brought the blanket close to your bodies before falling asleep next to you.

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