Mzkezzy

Fontaine saw it as soon as they locked eyes. Lil Bit’s smile was slow but promising, the little wobble in her step did nothing to take her focus from where he was sitting in the car.

His baby was wasted.

Fontaine encouraged his girl to go out with her friends for their own turn-up time as often as she wanted. He’d be happy to play pick up service, especially to make sure that everyone went home safely.

Fontaine wasn’t the only one either.

Like a mother duck, Big Moss had a conga-line of baddies breaking away fro the crowds in front of the club.

There was his girl, Angel, and behind her was the rest of the girls all holding onto purse straps, belt loops, and whatever else they could get their toasted little hands on.

Lil Bit was in the middle. Just grinning and showing teeth as she alternated between keeping the girl in front of her upright and not being dragged down by the sleepy friend in the back with the death grip.

It took some doing but the little duckling chain began dissolving as their partners began appearing to collect them. One chick bickered about the timing, another pouted at being scolded, but there were more than a few of were very happy at seeing their other halves.

After smooches, promises to share the photos in the group chat, and some prolonged waving—Lil Bit was finally wandering over to the car with Fontaine met her half way.

“Hhhi, ‘Taine!”

“You have fun, baby?”

“All of the fun! So much fun! Did you know bees grieve?”

Fontaine caught her just in time as you planted face-first into his chest, arms coming up to rest on his shoulders at the elbows as your hands dangled from the other side. He put an arm around your waist and braced you against his hip, opening the back door passenger seat at the same time.

Fontaine hummed, “Damn, is that right?”

“They mourn their fallen sisters but the disease cannot be spread, it was so sad—she grabbed her wings and wouldn’t let goooo….”

He shook his head and you copied the motion even as you were sat, “I know, s’so sad, isn’t it? ‘Taine?”

Fontaine knelt down to unlace your heels

“It sho’ is. Why are y’all watching sad stuff in the club though?”

“Because the bees need us, ‘Taine! How-How can I turn urrrp in g’consious knowin’ the bees are doin’ it on their own lil’ bee shoulders?”

Oh no. Fontaine could hear the growing upset in her voice, saw how her glassy eyes watered above her down turned lips.

Fontaine asked, gently, “Bees got shoulders?”

Lil Bit opened her mouth, but the incoming sorrow turned into contemplation. It was a cheap shot, but it was easier to get her heels off when Lil’ Bit was thinking.

She let him unlace her first heel but clumsily attempted to untie the other. Fontaine moved away to let her work, hearing her mutter curses about someone retying the laces when she was not looking.

He looked over his shoulder in time to see that Big Moss was corralling only two little drunken ducklings now. Angel had Sleepy Friend by the hand while Big Moss held her other, his free hand aiming his trusty fan towards his girl’s face as they made way towards his truck.

Mission accomplished. Fontaine didn’t see anyone was left behind and he got who he came for. Shoe-less and curious, Lil’Bit curled up onto the passenger seat as Fontaine got into the driver’s seat.

There was a beat of silence as Fontaine pulled of, but Lil’ Bit’s voice came from the back seat,

“If bees…if bees had shoulders…We wouln’ just talk about the knees, right? The bee’s knees, I mean?”

“That’s a good point, baby. You want this?”

Fontaine didn’t look away from the road as he took his jacket from the passenger seat to hand back over the front row of seats. Lil Bit let out a happy noise and the garment was snatched promptly from his fingers.

“Oooh, you smell so good…” Lil’ Bit take a big ol’ wiff, “Yeah, that’s the good stuff. What’s that you wearin’?”

“Pretty sure it’s just Dial.”

“Mhmm, a likely story….I think I’m smellin’ your sexy…”

Fontaine tried not too but he ended up laughing anyway, “You hungry, baby?”

“Yesh, yes, yeah…very much.”

“Alright, tell me what you want.”

There was an urgent scrambling before Lil’ Bit hooked herself up onto the front row of seats. Fontaine did a double take at the sparkling tiara sitting crooked on her head.

“What’s…that you got there?”

“Hm…a pretty lady gave it to me but I don’t know wha’ for,” Lil’ Bit nuzzled the back of his head roughly, “I think she—I think she had a lot to drink.”

“Mmn. You think so?”

“Oh, I know so...”

Fontaine took note of where they were and began making way to the Hollywood Coney Island.

Lil’Bit was losing steam by the time they pulled up to their house. She demolished an order of chili fries and a fruit punch. Fontaine opened the back passenger seat and knelt down enough so that she could spill out and right over his back. It was tricky with her purse strap getting caught on the headrest of the front seat, but with a little maneuvering and convincing Lil’Bit to stay still, they were up and moving.

“C’mon, Miss. Lady—we just got to get to the front door.”

“We got home so fast! Ohmygod, ‘Taine—look!”

Fontaine’s head was already swiveling from the urgency of her voice, but they were alone on their street aside from the few glinting gazes of strays strolling about in the darkness. Lil’Bit reached from behind to sloppily tilt Fontaine’s head up.

Lil’Bit squealed, “Look at the moon! She’s sooo pretty tonight!”

“That’s right, baby.” Fontaine had began patting his pockets for the keys, “You think you can reach down and get the ke--

“When the full moon turns white that’s when I’ll come hoooomee,” she cut him off at a full belt, “An’ I don’t know where I’ll gooo, and I don’ know wher—what I’ll seee—but I’ll try not to bring it back home with meeee--!”

Lil’Bit sang her next crooked, crooning notes to the night’s sky. Fontaine stood there for a moment to get himself under control before he keyed into the house. After all, Fontaine didn’t want his laughs to muffle out Lil’Bit’s concert on the camera’s playback.

“ ‘Taine?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Would—if I was a werewolf, would you still love me?”

“Yes, I would,” Fontaine said, “I’d want you to turn me, too.”

“ ‘Taine? Really? That’s so romanti—what if I had to rip your face off to turn you? You’d still be okay?”

Fontaine heard you drop your heels somewhere along the way to the bedroom,“Would you still love me if I ain’t have a face ‘cause you had to rip it off?”

“Yes!”

“Then it’d be cool...I’d hope my shit would grow back but fuck it I guess.”

That got him a pleased little nuzzle, “I’d make it grow back..”

What did that even mean?

Fontaine sat on the edge of their bed and Lil’Bit let herself fall back onto the plush covers. She groaned, happy, before slowing to stretch.

“Hold on, let me get you together.” Fontaine said, “Get out of those clothes and I’ll get your bonnet.”

By the time he came back, Lil’Bit managed to wriggle out of her skirt but her stop remained twist-spun around her. Clearly a fight she couldn’t win, Fontaine got her out of her top and helped her arrange her hair under the bonnet.

Lil’Bit insisted on washing up before bed and Fontaine supervised safely out of the splash zone. The whole time she scrubbed, she threw questions and comments out at Fontaine. Breaking out into song enough as she splashed about, Lil’Bit made him think of a liquored up songbird.

By the time it was all said and done, he would have sworn Lil’Bit fell asleep on the way down to the pillow but she grabbed him by his pocket.

“I love you, Fontaine…”

Heart warmed, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips and then forehead.

“I love you too, baby. Take a little nap and I’ll take care of you some more when you wake up…”

“Hehehee, okaay…”

And like a switch, she was out. Fontaine looked down at her for a moment, grateful and only a little bit tired. He finished checking over the house and switching off the lights, Lil’Bit’s gifted tiara was place on her nightstand along with a bottle of water.

Fontaine climbed into bed and was immediately set upon by Lil’Bit, her throwing and arm and leg over him before going still again. He cradled her back as best as he could before closing his eyes after a job well done.

✨ending notes:✨ I thought I'd try a something a little different in the third person! Tell me what you think, I've been thinking of using more names and doing this more often. Thank you so much for reading and feel free to give it a reblog! 💞✨💞✨💞✨

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The room was as cloudy as your judgment, thick with the smell of backwoods and jungle juice. Every offer to dance was declined, and no drinks were indulged except the bottled water you brought. The mix of bodies and overwhelming heat, the beverage didn't stand a chance, crumpling the plastic and discarding it to an overfilled trashcan nearby.

You would've been home re-watching Insecure hadn't it been for your friends and their pleading. The promotion at your job had begun to take up most of your time, not leaving much room for parties. Though you didn't mind, you felt you had grown out of the partying scene after undergrad. You took it upon yourself to get out there again. It had been months since you made an actual attempt to loosen up.

Your first mistake was not asking what kind of party they had in mind. The last time you were at a house party, your age ended with 'teen'. You tried to let the blaring music numb your senses, your head flinging back, searching for a vacant space in your mind to let go. Your homegirls were elsewhere attempting to find someone, in addition to a bed to lie in for the night. You couldn't remember the last time you decided to put your ass back in this environment. You were so convinced that you rose above this lifestyle.

The last few months at your job, while rewarding, were also hectic and didn't leave much room for the hoodrat shit you used to entertain. It wouldn't hurt to go back to the old bullshit you used to do just for a night, right?

The same hood, same niggas, same opportunities, and same disappointments. But at least it gave you familiarity.

Well― maybe not the party, but the way his eyes bored into you from across the room intensified the goosebumps on your skin. You weren't sure if you liked it, but your nether regions had other plans. You prayed that he didn't see you squeeze your thighs together. Any tighter, you were sure your jeans would start busting out the seams.

Tyrone had been eyeing you since you pulled up, and you couldn't help but revel in whatever was occurring between the distance of your bodies. In his mind, though, you were on some bullshit.

You might have left this life behind, or at least most of it. If you'd left everything, you'd have a half-year streak of not bringing your ass to Inglewood, but especially Tyrone's house, where he would give you a much-needed release after your stressful days at your job. You had just finished college and received an offer from your dream job after busting tables and what felt like countless hours with internships. Once the big girl checks started coming through, so did your plans to leave Inglewood. You thought you'd been preparing your whole life for this. To move up, to get rid of the life you once knew, and to do better for yourself.

Even in your success, you didn't have it in you to leave Tyrone. You couldn't leave behind your smoke sessions, the conversations, the multitude of playlists he made for you...and the way he filled you in all the right places, it didn't matter what stage you rose to in life. You always found yourself back on his level. It took one night for you to finally leave everything, and since then, whatever you had going on, dissipated. Tyrone knew where you were, and he always respected your boundaries. But that was easy to do when your return was guaranteed.

It had been weeks since you contacted him. Yet, that feeling you had when seeing him always felt new.

You exchanged formalities and proceeded to stick to your girls so you'd have a reason for him not to approach you. But your friends knew you, and more importantly, you knew your friends. Within minutes, you were left to fend for yourself against a man who you knew was ready to swallow you whole. And as much as you wanted it, you knew it wasn't a good option.

All it would take is just a moment...

You had gotten so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't realized that Tyrone moved from his spot. The pang that was already present in your chest had grown stronger. Your eyes frantically searched for his cornrows and the blunt that lingered from his lips, until you finally decided to also move from your corner. You started to push your way through the crowd, hoping your friends would find your hands flailing for safety. To no one's surprise, there was too much going on. You just hadn't processed how many more people showed up since your arrival. The loud music and weed started to overstimulate you, and you needed to get somewhere quiet. Fast.

The stairs weren't far from your view, and you excused yourself through the rowdy crowd. It didn't take long for you to make your way upstairs, and fewer people were visible until you reached around the corner to a bathroom. Quickly, you shut the door and took a deep breath of the air. It wasn't completely rid of the activities that were occurring below, but it was better than the stuffiness of it all.

You had felt your legs shaking, struggling to hold onto the sink in front of you. You couldn't remember the last time you were around so many people, but you didn't mind as much going back to a part of your past. And that piece is more than likely lurking around for your silhouette. You pulled out your phone, frantically searching for Yoyo's contact, praying she'd answer and not be off somewhere fucking with her ex for the umpteenth time. Not like you were above that yourself.

But, as you expected, straight to voicemail. If her phone wasn't on DND, you were certain it was as dead as your social battery for the night. For the rest of the weekend, even. You didn't even think to text, knowing she would only respond the following morning. You'd have a better chance of catching her if your phone turned into a bottle of Hennessy.

You took a deep breath, acknowledging the only person here to save you from the party was yourself. Pulling your keys from your purse, you slowly made your way from the bathroom. You hadn't realized a small line formed during your moment of recollection. You lowly mumbled a "sorry" before continuing to make your way downstairs. Your only issue is that these halls seemed much easier to navigate on the way up. It didn't take long before the rest of this house started to feel like a maze.

Your feet had begun to move frantically, hoping that your body could find the exit while your brain was moving miles per minute. With each corner you turned, you became less confident that your escape plan would be successful.

And even less so once you nearly bump into the last person you needed to see.

Before your bodies could collide, shock coursed through your body, coming to a complete halt. You were close enough for your lips to almost touch. The moment his eyes fell into yours once more, you wished the walls that surrounded you hid your silhouette. Even amidst the chaos that rushed through you, his dark brown orbs that bored into yours― it felt calming.

"You done avoidin' me now?"

You took a deep breath, Tyrone taking it upon himself to hold up your chin. It took everything in your body to maintain the little composure you still had. You knew he could tell how he made you feel. He knew you were avoidant because no matter how many times you went off, the space in his arms was always reserved for you.

And you both knew it.

"Stop actin' shy, ain't nobody mad at you."

You shrugged his hand away. In return, he respected your space, stepping back to show that he wasn't holding you hostage. And yet, you were still. "So you must wanna talk..."

"It's never just talking with you." You looked away from his gaze once again, the embarrassment settling in. You were praying at any moment that someone would emerge from around the corner. He stepped forward, pinning you with the little space that remained between you, the wall becoming your only support system. Your eyes glared up at him, his stature towering well over you.

Why you following me, Ty?"

Your attempts to stand your ground faltered. If it weren't for your nether regions going off the radar, it would have been easier for you to control the squirming as you were underneath him. Your breath hitched, feeling your crotch rub against his thigh, while your own grazed his growing arousal. Your chest felt as if it were to break free at any moment; you felt that he would eventually drag you into a room to satisfy your craving. And deep down, you really wanted him to.

Slowly, he dragged his thumb across your face, caressing your cheeks, slightly pinching your lips, your gloss coating his fingertips. You took it upon yourself to wrap your lips around him, softly sucking the skin, maintaining eye contact, and letting go of the last of the decorum you had left.

It hadn't been taken into account that the space that was once between you was now nonexistent. Your lips are dangerously close to touching. Tyrone took initiative this time around, swallowing you whole. You felt your lip combo smear across your face as he ravaged you.

"You knew what would happen the moment I got you alone...", he trailed off, his hand sneaking towards your lower region. That feeling in the pit of your stomach had started to build. You had almost forgotten about your surroundings, and you weren't really into voyeurism.

"'Taine, we shouldn't...not here," you breathed out, his hand making its way to your jeans. He teased, gently rubbing over your cunt, applying pressure where he knew your clit would be. He had you figured out long before he caught you alone, long before you let him inside your walls...

"I'd believe you if you weren't encouraging me..."

Your hand had also traveled, guiding him to loosely unbuckle your jeans so he could properly feel where you needed him most. Tyrone was giving you time to protest. And yet, all you could muster up was a mewl, pressing your chest against him, begging him to touch you once more. He knew better than to leave you wanting. Some nights, you wish it weren't so easy for him to break down your walls like this— though it's not like you cared once his fingers delved into them. Before the world could hear how he was making you feel, he took the opportunity to cover your mouth, his face cuddled into your neck, feverishly spreading kisses across. You take a leg, wrapping it around his torso to give him better access. He felt you tremble beneath him when he finally hit your spot, moaning into his mouth once more― thumb applying pressure to your clit, painfully circling the hood to tease you further. His hand slowly traveled around your neck, slightly applying pressure on the sides.

"So fucking nasty..."

You and Tyrone never had any intimate encounters that risked the viewership of the public eye in recent years, but you weren't complaining, and he could tell you enjoyed it the way your slick coat his fingers. Your knees began to buckle, and he took the earliest opportunity to wrap your weak legs around his torso to further support you. Your arms wasted no time wrapping around his neck, your lips finding his neck to muffle your cries. His lips found your collarbone, peppering kisses where he knew you liked, his free hand grabbing the plump that your ass carried.

"Fuck...Tyrone, I can't-"

"Can't no corporate nigga fuck you this good, you know dat."

Your body fell into his touch, clit pulsating and body jolting from his whispers in your ear. You were into this shit. Without shame, you'd wish he'd carry you into a bedroom nearby to fuck you senseless.

Even after all the times you would spend away from each other, he knew that nostalgia would come back to you.

If you were honest with yourself, you liked the idea of getting caught, of someone finding out that Tyrone, of all people, was claiming to you. Without a doubt, you wanted the whole world to know. And he could feel the heat radiating off your frame― persistent in dragging it out of you to admit to him, too.

"This what you wanted, right? Don't be actin' shy now."

His thumb pressed soft, fast circles around your clit as he continued to abuse your insides. There was no space between your bodies, his abdomen pressing into your stomach, applying pressure where you needed it most. You felt that pit in your stomach begin to fester into something bigger, your climax nearing, and your lover's taunts not helping your case. You felt your eyes get hazy, but you knew better than to break eye contact with a nigga that was willing to take extreme heights to let the world know that you were his. Tyrone's eyes, deep, riddled with desire, take in the moment, your mouth agape, begging him to coax the orgasm out of you.

"Let that shit go...I wanna hear you."

The music downstairs was blaring to the point where he couldn't care if you were louder than the music. Your back arched as you came to completion, your chest greeting his face as he applied another hickey as you came down from your climax. His fingers still explored your walls, not seeming to show any signs of stopping. Instead, you felt his lips travel lower, lowering your jeans and underwear in the process, pooling around one ankle, while Tyrone placed the other over his shoulder. Before you had time to recover, his face was already feasting between your legs as if you were his last supper.

You didn't have the time to react properly, a small, helpless gasp leaving your lips when Fontaine's hands made their way to your hips, caressing your flesh. His fingers continued to creep up your shirt, quickly finding the shape of your breasts, fondling, nipples peeking through the fabric as he frees your breasts from the constraints of your bra. This side of him felt foreign to you. He had always been so possessive, but he usually would have to think twice about fucking you in the open area.

Already sensitive from your last orgasm, you felt another building in the pit of your stomach. It didn't help when you felt one of his hands stroke your thigh, etching back between your folds. You felt that coil in your stomach tightening, but after your first nut, you were too aware of your surroundings to let his voyeur continue. You had to make a decision for both of you before you let him fuck you in the hallway of a house party you've overstayed your welcome in.

Your hands, quickly but gently, found his head, etching his lips away from yours. He detected your reluctance and chuckled before finally understanding, a 'pop' sound once his lips released for your clit. You had let go of an exasperated breath you didn't realize you were holding. Tyrone caught himself from laughing again, caressing your thighs, lifting up your pants, and buttoning your jeans. While doing so, slowly, he kisses his way up, placing a final kiss on your lips, his hands instinctively attaching to your ass once more. There was a deafening silence charged between you once he pulled away. You both knew what was going to happen next, but he knew you were too prideful to admit that you wanted him to take you home.

Before you could respond to the question he was bound to ask, a familiar voice in the distance was calling for you. Your attention quickly turned to a shadow that was quickly approaching.

"Where the fuck did she go? She was just babysitting her sorry ass water."

YoYo continued to call for you, hearing footsteps travel nearby before she turned the corner, her fro and figure visible, chest heaving from what seems like stress getting the best of her.

"Bitch, you could've at least told me where you were going. I called ya phone umpteenth times."

Quickly, you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, your lock screen plastered with missed calls from your lovely homegirl. Considering the situation you were in moments before, your phone was on the floor, your ringtone drowned out by the excessive bass from the floors below. You turned back to acknowledge Tyrone, but to your surprise, his figure was no longer in sight. You quipped back to Yoyo, hoping she didn't fully notice your reaction.

"....My bad. There was a long-ass line to the bathroom. I got lost on the way out."

You were more than sure that she didn't believe that half-assed lie you told, but you knew she didn't care enough to ask. Or so you thought.

"I saw you up here wit' Tyrone earlier. Nasty ass," she giggled after admitting, relieving you of any guilt before leading you back downstairs.

"We should get going before the police get sent over here. It's getting crazy. The food was nasty as hell, we should grab Wendy's on the way back."

Your phone pinged, lighting up a very familiar name and number you weren't expecting to see.

𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻 - 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

Without fail, a smile flashed across your face, YoYo quickly noticing and knew all too well what you were about to do. She grins, arguably wider than yours

"Aight nigga. Get that Biggie Bag and get that big dick next. Let me know when you make it there, too."

You knew she only said that because you knew she was about to get some dick too.