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Youâd only been doing OnlyFans for a few monthsânothing extreme, nothing that showed your face. Just enough mystery to keep people curious and enough distance to protect the parts of yourself that still felt private.
It wasnât something youâd dreamed of doing. It was survival. Rent notices piling up on your kitchen counter, tuition emails you stopped opening, the constant weight of trying to stay afloat while pretending everything was fine. This was temporaryâthatâs what you told yourself every night before logging on.
Somehow, your Twitter account grew faster than you expected. One repost turned into ten, ten turned into thousands of followers, and suddenly your notifications never stopped buzzing. You learned quickly: confidence sold, mystery kept them hooked, and attentionâreal attentionâmade people stay.
You had regulars now. Loyal subscribers who tipped generously just to talk, just to feel seen for a few minutes in your comment section.
But one username stood out.
him00.
Heâd been there since the beginningâbefore the follower count, before the requests flooded in. Always tipping quietly. Always respectful. Never pushy. He showed up to every live like clockwork, his messages somehow cutting through the chaos of emojis and thirsty comments.
Over time, you caught yourself looking for his name before anyone elseâs.
Tonightâs live was calmâjust chatting, no real plan. Your laptop camera framed laying down on your bed, the soft yellow lingerie glowing against your skin, a fuzzy pink robe slipping lazily off one shoulder. Fresh out of the shower, warmth still clinging to you, the faint scent of vanilla and marshmallow filling your room.
The lights were low, your bedroom dim except for the soft glow spilling from the bathroom behind you, and a few pink led lights that you had. It made everything feel softer, dreamlikeâlike the world outside didnât exist.
Comments rolled endlessly up the screen.
Compliments. Requests. Hearts.
Then a familiar notification popped up.
him00 tipped $50.
Your lips curved before you could stop yourself.
âLook whoâs here,â you murmured, leaning closer to read the chat, voice softer without realizing it. âYouâre right on time tonight.â
Another message appeared from him almost immediately.
And for a secondâjust a secondâthe live didnât feel like work anymore.
It felt like waiting for someone
him00:
Its been a while I canât lie.
You smiled softly at the screen, shifting closer to the camera. Only your lips were visible, gloss catching the dim light as you exaggerated a small pout just for him.
âYeah,â you teased, tilting your head slightly. âYou missed a few lives.â
The chat immediately reactedâhearts flooding the screenâbut your eyes stayed fixed on his username, waiting.
him00:
sorry mama I been busy
Anything new?
You hummed thoughtfully, adjusting the robe around your shoulders before turning slightly toward your laptop camera.
âNot really⌠wellâI did get some new tats.â
Carefully, you angled the camera down, showing the fresh ink along your hand firstâdelicate lines still slightly raisedâbefore shifting to reveal the piece resting along your chest. Tattoos youâd dreamed about for months, finally yours.
âIâve also been busy,â you added with a small laugh, leaning back into frame. âThatâs why I havenât posted new pictures in a while. Sorry, guys.â
The comments sped up instantly.
otherviewer:
whatâs been stressing you baby
You sighed dramatically
âJust school,â you admitted. âIâve been so caught up I havenât even had time to enjoy life lately.â Your fingers absentmindedly played with the sleeve of your robe. âBut apparently Iâm getting dragged to a party tonight, so I guess Iâll have to compromise.â You laughed lightly. âBalance or whatever.â
A pause.
Then another notification popped up.
him00 tipped $75.
Your eyebrows lifted slightly.
His message followed right after.
him00:
have fun tonight love
Heat crept up your neck instantly. You rolled your lips between your teeth, smiling at the screen before you could stop yourself. It felt a little parasocialâletting one username affect you this muchâbut honestly, you didnât care. Out of everyone watching, his words always landed differently.
âThank you,â you murmured softly, almost like the comment was meant only for you.
The live continued for a few more minutes. You leaned into the camera occasionally, teasing just enough to keep the comments flying, laughing at jokes, reading usernames aloud. The familiar rhythm of performing slipped over you easilyâplayful smiles, soft giggles, knowing glances.
Work mode.
Eventually, you stretched your arms above your head and grinned at the camera.
âAlright, Iâm logging off for tonight,â you said, blowing a kiss toward the screen. âByeeee.â
The stream ended with a tap.
Silence filled your room instantlyâthe kind that always felt strange after hours of noise and attention.
Your phone buzzed almost immediately.
Group chat notifications stacked one after another.
Girlsss đ
GET READY.
We leaving soon.
Donât flake this time.
You laughed under your breath. While youâd been live, your friends had apparently decided tonight was non-negotiable.
Getting ready didnât take longâshower already done, hair still soft and smelling sweet, makeup quick but intentional. Something cute but effortless. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a second longer than necessary, adjusting your outfit like you were convincing yourself you actually wanted to go.
Because truthfully?
Frat parties were the last place you expected to be tonight.
Especially that one.
The infamous frat house youâd practically lived in freshman yearâtoo many memories, too many blurry nights, and a version of yourself you barely recognized anymore. You swore you were done with it.
But the football team had just won their championship game, and according to your friends, the party was supposed to be insane.
âGonna be lit,â theyâd promised.
You grabbed your bag, locking your door behind you, unaware that tonight was about to blur the line between your online world⌠and your real one.
âY/N, girl, you look fucking sexy,â India laughed, grabbing your hands and spinning you around right there on the sidewalk as you approached the party entrance. Your heels clicked confidently against the pavement, the sound sharp beneath the bass vibrating from inside the house.
You laughed, steadying yourself and pulling your shirt up as your boobs were spilling out . Heads turnedâsome curious, some impressed. Maybe you and India were a little overdressed for a frat party, but honestly? That had never stopped either of you before.
If you were going out, you were going out.
The line outside stretched halfway down the block, students packed shoulder to shoulder, but neither of you even slowed down. India shot you a knowing look before confidently walking straight toward the front.
âWatch this,â she whispered.
Within seconds she was flashing her brightest smile at the guy guarding the entrance, leaning in just enough to be heard over the music. A quick laugh, a light touch on his armâher usual magic.
The rope lifted almost immediately.
You barely held in your laugh as you both slipped inside.
âI still got it,â India said proudly once you cleared the door.
You smacked her hand in a quick high five. âYou never lost it.â
Warm air and music swallowed you instantly bass thumping through the floor, colored lights flashing across crowded rooms, people dancing anywhere there was space. The familiar chaos hit you all at once, nostalgic and overwhelming in equal measure.
For a second, it felt like freshman year again.
âCome on,â you said, scanning the crowd. âLetâs find the others before we lose each other.â
Unaware that somewhere in the packed house, someone had already noticed you walk in.
Music pounded through the walls, bodies moving everywhereâlaughter, shouting, cups clinking together. Heat clung to your skin almost instantly as you and India pushed through the crowd, searching for familiar faces.
Across the room, though, someone had already stopped moving.
Cameron Cade leaned back against the kitchen counter, red cup hanging loosely in his hand as teammates talked over each other around him. The championship win had turned the house into chaosâpeople constantly coming up to dap him up, congratulate him, ask for pictures.
Usually, he thrived in it.
Tonight, his attention drifted.
Because the moment you walked through the door, something felt⌠familiar.
He didnât notice your face first.
It was your tattoos.
The delicate ink along your hand caught the flashing lights as you pushed your hair back, lines heâd seen beforeârecently. His brows pulled together slightly, eyes narrowing in thought.
Then you turned.
And the piece along your chest came into view for half a second before disappearing again beneath movement and shadows.
Cam straightened unconsciously.
He knew those tattoos.
Not kind of knew them.
Knew them.
A strange recognition settled in his chest, the same feeling as hearing a song you couldnât place but somehow already memorized.
His thumb hovered over his phone before he even realized heâd picked it up.
The screen lit up.
Twitter already open.
Your page.
The newest tattoo post from earlier that week stared back at himâthe exact angle, the same ink, the same placement.
Cam exhaled slowly, almost laughing under his breath.
âNo way,â he muttered.
Across the room, you laughed at something India said, completely unaware of the way his attention locked onto you nowâsharper, more focused.
Because suddenly, him00 wasnât just watching through a screen anymore.
He was standing twenty feet away.
And you had no idea.
-
Music vibrated through your chest as you and India finally found your friends near the living room, squeezed between dancers and people shouting over the bass. Someone handed you a drink, another pulled you into a quick hug, and for a while you let yourself relax into the chaos.
Everyone started talking at once the second you joined the circle â hugs pulling you in from every direction, overlapping voices complaining about how youâd disappeared lately. It felt warm, familiar, easy. For the first time in weeks, you werenât thinking about school, money, or notifications.
Just your friends.
âI swear, we never see you anymore,â someone laughed.
âI know, I know,â you said, shaking your head. âLifeâs been kicking my ass.â
âOkay but enough talking,â Trinity interrupted dramatically, grabbing your wrist. âLetâs go dance, girl. I havenât shook ass in a while.â
You burst out laughing as she dragged you toward the packed center of what used to be the living room â now just a sea of moving bodies and flashing lights.
Right on cue, âDonât Tell âEmâ by Jeremih started playing through the speakers.
âthis is my fucking song,â you yelled over the music.
The bass dropped, and instinct took over. You let yourself loosen up, hips moving naturally with the rhythm, hair brushing your shoulders as you laughed with Trinity beside you. The crowd disappeared for a momentâno stress, no expectations, just music vibrating through your body.
Freedom.
For a moment, you forgot about everything else.
Then you felt it.
Not scary. Not heavy.
Just⌠awareness.
Like someoneâs attention lingered a little longer than everyone elseâs.
Your movements slowed slightly as you glanced over your shoulder, casually scanning the room without trying to make it obvious. Groups of people danced, others shouted over the music, someone squeezed past you carrying drinks.
Nothing stood out.
You turned back toward Trinity, brushing it off with a small laugh. Probably just part of being in a crowded party againâeyes everywhere, energy high.
Still, a tiny part of you stayed aware, like your instincts hadnât fully settled.
âImma go grab us a drink, okay?â you called over your shoulder, giving Trinity a small grin as she grinded on some guy sheâd met three seconds ago. You didnât mindâshe always did her thing, and tonight wasnât about policing anyone.
The kitchen was quieter than the main party, just like you remembered from freshman year. Music thumped faintly through the walls, muffled but steady, and the warm scent of spilled drinks and sweaty bodies lingered in the air. Compared to the chaos outside, it felt almost peacefulâa little pocket of calm.
You scanned the bottles lined up on the counter, none of them calling to you. After a moment, you finally settled on tequila, pouring just enough to warm the nerves you didnât even realize you still had.
Leaning against the counter, you let yourself take a breath, listening to the muffled laughter and bass from the living room. It was comforting, familiar, almost nostalgic. For a moment, the weight of the week eased off your shoulders.
Then you felt it.
A subtle awareness at the edge of your attention, like a shadow brushing across your periphery.
You turned slightly, scanning the kitchen doorway. Most of the crowd was still in the living room, pressed together and lost in the music. But in the corner, half-hidden in the shadows, someone leaned back casually, red cup in hand.
Your stomach fluttered before your brain even processed why.
He didnât move when your gaze met his. No smile, no wave, no word. Just eyesâlingering, deliberate, unshakable.
Suddenly, the kitchen felt smaller, quieter, and way too intimate.
You told yourself it was nothing. Just a random guy at the party.
But the way he studied you⌠the way his eyes lingered⌠it didnât feel random at all.
âDo I know you from somewhere?â
The man looked familiar, but you couldnât quite place a face to a name.
âMy nameâs Cameron, Cameron Cade.â
Then it clicked. He was the reason the party even existed. The star QB everyone talked about left and right. This was the first time youâd actually seen him in person, but youâd definitely seen his face in pictures on your schoolâs page.
âAh, Mister QB,â you said with a teasing smile, letting the words linger just long enough to gauge his reaction.
Cameron chuckled, a low, easy sound that seemed to vibrate in the quieter space of the kitchen. He nodded, leaning a little closer over the counter. âGuilty as charged,â he said, eyes flicking briefly to the tattoos on your hand before returning to yours.
âI like your tats,â he added, his voice casual but deliberate. âThey suit you.âÂ
âThank you⌠just got them recently, and Iâve been wanting them for a while,â you said, trailing off as you realized you were babbling. You felt your whole body get warm, but Cameron didnât seem to mindâif anything, he looked like he was enjoying listening.
âSo⌠you gonna tell me your name, or am I gonna have to play a guessing game?â he teased, leaning just a little closer, eyes sparkling.
You laughed, realizing it had completely slipped your mind that you hadnât even told him your name yet.Â
âItâs Y/N.â
The moment you said it, something clicked for him. Cameronâs smirk softened into a knowing smile, and for a second, his mind raced. How the hell am I gonna bring this up?
He studied you for a moment, that playful spark in his eyes mixing with something sharperâcuriosity, intrigue, and maybe a little mischief. âY/N,â he repeated, testing the sound of it, like it belonged somewhere familiar.
âMhmp-"
Your phone buzzed in your handâyour friends wondering where youâd disappeared to.
âMy friends are blowing me up, but it was really nice meeting youââ you said, glancing down at your phone and back up at him.Â
Cameron continued to say something but his stayed quiet seeing you quickly walk out the kitchen.Â
Holy fuck
The nigga was stunned. he didnât wanna be a weirdo but you were the woman heâd been texting n sending money to for a fucking year straight.
-
The party forcibly ended a few hours after.
One second the bass was shaking the walls, people shouting over music, drinks sloshing everywhere.
The nextâ
âCampus police! Everyone outânow!â
Lights snapped on, way too bright. Music cut instantly. Groans and laughter mixed together as people scrambled for their stuff.
You blinked, wincing. âWell⌠thatâs our cue.â
India groaned beside you. âThey always shut it down right when it gets good.â
âIt was getting messy,â you laughed, grabbing your bag.
âExactly,â she shot back.
You both got pulled into the crowd, bodies pushing toward the front door. The second you stepped outside, cold air hit your skin, making you inhale sharply.
People flooded the lawn and sidewalk, still loud, still buzzing.
âText me when you get home,â India said, hugging you.
âI will.â
âDonât disappear again.â
You smiled. âNo promises.â
They drifted off with the others, and just like thatâyou were alone.
Well⌠not really.
The street was still packed, but it felt quieter somehow.
You pulled your keys from your bag and started toward your car parked down the street. Your heels clicked against the pavement, steady and sharp.
That feeling crept in again . Subtle . Like someone was watching you.
You ignored it, unlocking your car. The headlights flashed.
âYou leaving already?â
Your hand paused on the door.
Cameron.
Of course it was him.
He stood a few feet behind you, hoodie on now, hands in his pockets like heâd been there longer than he shouldâve been. You leaned lightly against your car. âYeah. Party got cut short.â
âYou have fun?â he asked, stepping a little closer. âA little.â
His eyes moved over you briefly, then dropped to your hand.
Your tattoos.
Again.
âYou drove here?â he asked.
âYeah.â
A small pause.
âYou were drinking thoâ
You let out a short laugh. âOkay Cameron I had one drink.â
He raised a brow.
ââŚOkay, maybe two,â you admitted.
âExactly,â he said. âYouâre not driving.â
You blinked at him. âIâm fine.â
âMhm.â
The way he said it made you almost smile.
âIâve done worse,â you added.
âThat doesnât make it better.â
You exhaled, shaking your head. He stepped a little closer, voice lowering slightly. âGive me your keys.â
You laughed softly. âYou donât even know where I live.â
âIâll find out.â
Something about the way he said it made your stomach flip.
âYou do this often?â you teased. âOffer to drive random girls home?â
âOnly the pretty ones that I gotta keep safe.â
You hesitated.
You should say no.
But something about him felt⌠familiar. Safe, in a strange way you couldnât explain.
You sighed and held out your keys.
âFine. But if you crashââ
âI wonât,â he said, taking them. His fingers brushed yours for just a second longer than necessary.
Not accidental.
âGo be a passenger princess,â he added, nodding to the other side.
You rolled your eyes, but you smiled as you walked around and got in.
The car felt different the moment the doors closed . Quieter. Closer.
Cameron adjusted the seat and started the engine. âAddress?â he asked . You told him . He typed it in and pulled away from the curb. For a minute, neither of you spoke, Streetlights passed over his face in soft intervals, Your fingers played with your sleeve.
âWhat year are you?â you asked.
âIm a Junior.â
âFigures.â
He glanced at you. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You gave a small shrug. âI mean⌠big frat party after a win? Feels a little childish.â
He laughed quietly. âSince you so grown, what year are you?â
âSenior.â
Cameron hummed placing his attention back to the rode
Silence settled again.
Thenâ
âYou said you just got those a few days ago?â
Your eyes flicked to him.
ââŚYeah. Why do you keep asking?â
He didnât answer right away.
âThey just look familiar,â he said.
You exhaled softly. âThatâs what you said before.â
âI know.â
âSo where would you have seen them, we just met booâ. You could tell it was the alcohol speaking a bit.
Another pause.
The car turned onto your street.
Quieter now. Dim.
Thenâ
âDo you have Twitter?â
Your stomach dropped.
âYeah everyone got twitter,â you said carefully. âWhy?â
âThatâs not what I asked.â
Your fingers stilled.
You looked up at him, trying to read his expressionâbut he wasnât smiling anymore. His eyes stayed on you, calm, patient, like he already knew the answer and was just waiting to see if youâd say it.
ââŚYeah,â you admitted after a second. âI have Twitter.â
He tilted his head slightly. âWhatâs your @?â
The question felt heavier than it shouldâve. Your stomach flipped, heat creeping up your neck.
âWhy you wanna know?â you asked, half-teasing, half-guarded.
"Because I'm curious",
You huffed a quiet laugh, glancing down at your phone still buzzing lightly in your hand before locking the screen.
âMaybe I donât give my socials to strangers,â you said, raising an eyebrow.
âStrangers?â he repeated softly, stepping just a little closer. Not enough to crowd youâjust enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne again. Warm. Clean. Dangerous.
âWe talked for, what, five minutes?â he added. âI thought we were past that.â
Your heart betrayed you, beating faster.
âYouâre confident,â you muttered.
âIâm interested,â he corrected.
The words landed somewhere deep in your chest, unexpected and heavy.
For a second, neither of you spoke. The noise of the outside world faded into the backgroundâall of it distant compared to the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing in focus.
You sighed softly, shifting your weight. âI should go inside now.â
He nodded once. âThen I should make this quick.â
Cameron pulled his phone out his pocket, thumbs moving quick across the screen. You barely thought anything of it, still trying to calm the weird flutter sitting in your chest.
Your phone buzzed.
You glanced down automaticallyâand froze.
him00
hi yn
Your stomach dropped.
Slowly, you lifted your head.
Cameron was already looking at you, watching your reaction carefully, like he knew the exact second it would click.
Your mouth fell open slightly. âNahâŚâ you breathed, shaking your head once. âNo way.â
He gave a small shrug, lips pressing into a half-smile.
âItâs you?â you said, voice low but sharp with disbelief. âHow⌠how the hell?â
Everything started connecting at onceâthe way he noticed your tattoos immediately, how comfortable heâd seemed talking to you, the familiarity you couldnât explain.
You let out a short laugh, running a hand over your forehead. âOh my God⌠youâre him00?â
âYeah...,â he said simply. His voice was calm, almost careful now.
You stared at him like you were seeing him for the first time all over again. âare you deadass?â
âDead serious.â
Your heart started racing for a whole different reason. Your online lifeâ the one place you controlled everythingâwas suddenly sitting right in front of you. In your car. In front of your apartment.
âAnd you ainât think to say something?â you asked, folding your arms slightly, half embarrassed, half overwhelmed.
Cameron shook his head. âDidnât wanna weird you out, I had just realized it was you I ain't wanna make shit awkward.â He paused, eyes softening. âPlus⌠I liked just talking to you. No extra shit attached.â
You looked down at your phone again, then back at him. âSo you knew it was me soon as you saw me?â
He huffed a quiet laugh. âNot right away. I just thought you was fine.â His grin widened a little. âThen I saw the tattoos and heard your voice⌠and yeah. Put it together real quick.â
You covered your face for a second, laughing out of pure disbelief. âThis is crazy.â
âLittle bit,â he agreed, stepping closer but giving you space. âBut I ainât saying nothing to nobody. Thatâs your business.â
The reassurance hit you harder than you expected. You looked back up at him, studying his faceâthe same patience youâd felt through a screen now right in front of you.
âSo all them conversationsâŚâ you said slowly.
âWas me,â he finished.
A quiet beat passed between you, heavier nowânot awkward, just different. Familiar in a way that didnât make sense yet.
âAnd here I thought I was meeting some random dude in a kitchen,â you murmured.
"Random dude is a little harsh".
You got a little quiet, starting to fully process what was going on.
âYouâve seen me naked.â
Your head dropped immediately, heat rushing to your faceâpart embarrassment, part tequila, part the overwhelming realization hitting you all at once.
The alcohol buzz that once felt warm now made everything sharper, louder.
Cameron rubbed the back of his neck, tryingâand failingâto hide the smirk tugging at his mouth.
âYeah⌠well,â he said, voice low, teasing slipping through, âyou voluntarily showed me everything.â
You snapped your head up. âNot funny. And I was showing him00, not Cameron Cade who everyone knows on campus.â
That earned a quiet laugh from him, but he quickly softened when he saw you werenât fully joking.
âAight, aight,â he said, holding his hands up slightly. âThatâs fair.â
You shook your head, pacing a small step away before turning back to him. âThis is actually crazy. Like⌠do you know how insane this sounds out loud?â
âLittle bit,â he admitted. âBut you ainât gotta look at me like I tricked you or somethinâ. I didnât even know you went here at first, and im not gonna tell nobody".
That was reassuring for the most part, but your mind still couldnât fully come to terms with the fact that this was the nigga youâd been sexting for months.
âYou meant everything you been texting me these past few months?â
You looked at Cameron, really looked this timeâand damn near laughed when you noticed the faint color creeping up his cheeks.
Lightskin ass nigga was blushing.
He huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing his jaw like he suddenly found the floor real interesting. âOf course I did, its different yeah but Online, you was just⌠mine in that space, you feel me? No crowd, no noise. Just us talking crazy at two in the morning". He paused. âNow you right here and I'm in yo car driving you home.â
Your stomach flipped at that.
âYou wanna come inside?â you asked, your voice low, almost unsure, like even saying it out loud made it real.
âYeah,â he replied simply, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.
You guided Cameron where to park, and he held your bag for you, which you silently appreciated. The ride up in the elevator was quiet, just the two of you stealing glances, the tension thick but unspoken.
You let out a nervous laugh, trying to break the silence. âBoy⌠you got me all twisted up right now.â
âI ainât even touched you yet,â he said, leaning just a little closer, that smirk still in place.
You rolled your eyes, giving him a soft punch to his hard shoulder. âyou're annoying,â you muttered, smirking despite yourself.
He laughed low, a rumble that made your stomach flip, but didnât pull away. âWhat? Canât handle the truth?â
You shook your head, chuckling, and grabbed your keys, unlocking your apartment door. âJust⌠let me get us inside before you get any ideas,â you teased.
Cameron followed behind, still holding your bag, his presence close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the street outside.
Once inside, you set your bag down and leaned against the counter, stealing a glance at him. âWelcome to my place⌠nun you ainât seen before.â
Cameron looked around, taking it all in â the little touches that made it yours, the posters, the cozy throw on the couch, and the whole living room heâd already memorized online. Somehow, seeing it all in person made it feel⌠real.
You kicked off your heels and reached for his hand, giving it a little tug. âCome on,â you said, leading him toward the couch.
He followed willingly, settling beside you, his hand still loosely holding yours. The space between you felt smaller now, warmer, charged in a way that made your stomach twist.
âYou know, I love talking to you. Itâs been lonely, and youâve kept me company all these nights,â you admitted, voice soft, a little shaky with nerves and alcohol.
For a while, neither of you rushed anything. The conversation drifted easily, just like it always had through late-night messagesâtalking about school stress, family expectations, and the quiet pressures neither of you admitted to anyone else. You laughed about dumb things youâd both survived that semester, shared stories youâd never typed out behind a screen, and somewhere between jokes and confessions, the nervous energy faded. Sitting there together felt familiar, like youâd known each other far longer than a few months of anonymous conversations.
Cameron placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently as you spoke. It felt natural, nothing forced. Your chest tightened at the contact, but it didnât feel wrong.
âIâve been crazy âbout you, YN,â he said, voice low, warm, almost rough. âCrazy how you was so close this whole time, and I didnât even know it.â
You swallowed, heat rising in your chest. âAnd now you know,â you whispered, glancing up at him.
âNow I know,â he echoed, his thumb brushing in slow circles, âand I ainât letting it go.â
Cameron motioned for you to sit on his lap, and you wasted no time. His hands traveled from your thigh up to your chest, giving a firm, deliberate squeeze.
âYou know how long Iâve been wanting to touch you,â he murmured, low and rough. You let out a soft hum, grinding against him, feeling the heat build.
âCammâŚâ you whined softly, voice thick, and his lips found your neck, planting sloppy, eager kisses and sucking gently on your sweet spot.
âShow me what you want, mama,â he murmured against your skin, his voice low and deliberate, letting the tension between you hang heavy.
You reached for him instinctively, wanting to close the space between you, but Cameron gently held your hands behind your back in place, his eyes dark with teasing amusement. You let out a frustrated whine, leaning closer, your forehead brushing against his shoulder.
âYou gotta be patient, mama,â he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over your hands. âI got you. Ainât no rush. We got forever.â
"Get on your knees". You did exactly as he said.
Taking ahold of his waistband you freed him, his dick springs out, thick & way bigger than you would've ever expected. Itâs bigger than your face, heavy in your small hands, veins prominent. His tip already glistening with precum.
"Fuck" You whimper not caring how desperate you looked at this point. You couldn't help yourself, smacking his swollen tip against your tongue. He breathes out when your tongue twirls around his tip, making his abs flex, taking in the salty taste of his pre cum
"Fuck mama stop teasing me", He groaned watching you with hooded eyes as you licked up and down his hardened cock, so fucking slow, tongue tracing every vein before bobbing your head down messily, spit and pre-cum covering your chin.
Camerons head shot back. "You tryna kill me". You moaned sending Cam into a spiral. In just a few minutes he was ready to come all in your throat.
But he didn't.
"Okay baby, chill for a sec. Let a nigga catch his breath." Cameron sank onto the couch, leaving you frowning. "Comerre." You hopped onto his lap, Camerons lips crashed into yours sending you into fucking oblivion, you were on a high from giving him head that you didn't even realize he was halfway done taking ripping your corset top off.
"I love these titties, you had me paying to see them". Camerons mouth latched onto you, sucking you roughly. leaving little hickies all over so your viewers could see.
You were so distracted from his lips all over you, you hadn't realized Camerons hand was pulling your panties to the side. His thumb circled your already sensitive clit. He inserts two fingers, thick and long, pumping them in deep and dragging them back out just to push them right back in again. every stroke is precise
âlook at you,â he murmurs against your mouth, voice low and smug, âcreaming all over my fingers."
Your thighs start to shake, the pressure building fast in your stomach. every time his thumb rolls over your clit just right, your whole body jolts, and his fingers never stop moving. giving you no time for breaks.
"Im gonna com- Oh my fucking go-". You moaned loud, a little embarrassed knowing for a fact your neighbors could hear you but thats something you'd have to deal with tomorrow.
"That wet ass pussy". He groans. "This pussy's mine now".
"It's all yours daddy". You rode out your high on his fingers.
Cameron he finally pulls out when he could tell you were getting tired and he lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while staring right at you, like he wants you to see just how nasty he is.
"Where's your room?".
"Down . the . hall . to . the . right". You said in between breathes which made Cameron chuckle. "Let me get you some water go wait for me n take this off". He tugged at your mini skirt that was still on. You lazily got up off of him which you didn't wanna do. Cam landed a slap right on your ass as you walked away. "I hate you".
"Yeah ight". Cameron chuckled mockingly saying "it's all yours daddy".
In your room, you slipped off your skirt, your eyes lingering on your reflection in the mirror. The soft sound of the door opening made you glance up just as Cam walked in, a bottle of water in his hand. His gaze dragged over you, slow and unapologetic.
âYou look fucking good,â he said, voice low. "Drink up mama". You grabbed the water bottle and downed it.
"Remember those pictures you was sending me infront of this mirror" He groaned thinking of them. "Now imma fuck you infront of this mirror".
"The pictures that I was doing this?" You bent down with a fcking smirk on your face.
âYouâre a fucking slut,â Cameron muttered, his hand coming down against your ass as you swayed your hips, teasing him on purpose.
He grabbed his tip slid it in between your wet folds. making you even more needy. "put it inn". Lewd moans escaping your mouth. "You so fucking needy". He aligned his tip to your entrance slowly filling you up.
"dicksofuckinggooodd...yousofuckingbigdaddy". Cameron chuckled at your drunk like babbling. "Dick got you talking funny baby". You moaned as he drew back out then back in at the perfect pace.
Cameron wrapped around your frame as he fucked you silly. Your ass slapped against his pelvis as you both let out loud moans not being scared of potential listeners. His hand reached to rub at your puffy clit.âyou gon cum for me? show daddy how good you can be.â he breathed. your toes curled and your body shook against his. âthat's it, mama... let that shit out.â. In sync you and Cameron came, both letting out lewd moans.
Your legs began to give out as Cameron pumped all into you.
Cameron slipped an arm under your knees and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly before laying you gently onto the bed.
The room grew quiet afterward, the tension melting into something warm and calm. Cameron pulled you close, one arm wrapped securely around you while his fingers traced slow, soothing patterns along your skin. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, brushing your hair back as he handed you the bottle of water heâd brought earlier.
âYou good?â he murmured, his voice gentle nowâcompletely different from before.
âMmhm,â you hummed sleepily, barely managing the sound as you curled closer to him.
Cameron chuckled under his breath, amused by how heavy your body felt against his. âYeah, I figured,â he said softly. âCâmon⌠letâs get you in the shower before you pass out.â
You barely protested when he lifted you again, your arms instinctively looping around his shoulders. The bathroom light flickered on, warm steam soon filling the space as he adjusted the water temperature carefully, testing it with his hand before guiding you under the spray.
He stayed close, steady and patient, helping you rinse off while keeping things calm and unhurried, like he was grounding you back into the moment. His hands moved gently, more caring than teasing now, making sure you were comfortable more than anything else. "Cam I'm gonna kill you". You pointed to your breast that were full of purple bruises. "m'sorry mama".
He wrapped you in a towel afterward, you felt lighter, sleep pulling at you harder with every step as he guided you back to the bed. Cameron helped you settle under the blankets before climbing in beside you, pulling you against his chest. His hand rested at your back, slow circles lulling you further toward sleep.
â.đ Ě - hope y'all liked also this is sooooo long omfg& again this is my first time writing smut so SPARE MEEEEE GUYS PLZ . ALSO didn't proof read lmk if there' any mistakes
A whole other part. I wrote this @ work on my phone sinceI was dumb bored tbh. Hopefully yâall enjoy and such lol and if yall dont im prolly still gonna write because I fuck wit dis.Â
While you found your daughter to be like her father in every sense of the way, the one thing that she inherited from you was your stubbornness. The house was cold and tense as the both of you shared short greetings between one another. She went to school, came home and went to her room.
Keeping true to your word, youâve yet to give her the house internet and having taken away her phone; you are currently not her favourite person. Her father was trying to advocate on her behalf but he also hadnât managed to sway you and hes also not on her good side since her raised her voice at her almost two weeks ago.
N'Jadaka has begun to call you while at work to try to negotiate with you almost every day and when wasnât calling he was texting you.
âSo when is she off punishment? Y/N I canât have her in my house doing nothing.â
You roll your eyes, âShe has books to read, homework to do, things to art withâŚâ You say matter of factly and he sighs over the phone.
âYou know what I meanâ
âYouâre just in your feelings because you canât be the fun parentâ
âYes! Exactly!â
âWelcome to my life⌠we need to be commit to this as a unitâ
âI get that⌠but for how long?â He asks and you feel him try to not argue with the slight shift as to prevent you to get stressed with his questions.
Hearing a light knock on your office door and seeing the door open slightly you pause briefly before answering. Smiling when you see your girl Shanice come in, you motion for her to take a seat and hold your finger up basically telling her you wonât be long. She makes a face as she mouths N'Jadakaâs name and you nod you head.
âUntil she apologizes. I need to know she knows what she did was wrongâ
You hear a chuckle from the other line, âThatâs what youâre waiting for? Y/N how many times have you ever apologized to me?â He asks
âIâve never had to apologize to you because Iâve never been wrongâŚâ
âWhat about that one time when-â
âWeâre not talking about me. Weâre talking about your stubborn daughter.â You say quickly
âShe got your hard head..â
âANYWAYS⌠Iâm gonna let you go as some of us actually have to work for a living.â You tell him.
âYou donât have to workâŚâ
âLetâs not. Bye now, Iâll talk to you later.â
âBut we didnât resolve the issue.â
âShe said bye! Weâre hanging up now!â Shanice yells and you groan.
âYou not even working! Youâre just chilling with your no good girl.â He complains loud enough for her to hear and Shanice decides to answer as she grabs your phone and stands behind you.
âNigga shes my accountant. Shes accounting my financesâ
You donât know what he said but it was enough for her to say some dumb shit back and you hear both of their voices raise.
Sending a quick punch to her thigh, she howls in pain and you take it upon yourself to seize that moment and take your phone back.
Interrupting him, still talking shit. âBack to what I was saying⌠goodbye.â
He stops at the sound of your voice and you hear the change and softness in tone as heâs now addressing you.
âBye Y/N. Iâll talk to you tonight.â
âAlrighty.â
âI love you.â He states and you try to not make a face at those three words.
â⌠we talked about saying thatâ
âAnd I told you a fact. I love you. I know you wonât say it back but i know you love me. Bye Y/N⌠also think about letting up on Malika pleaseâ With those words he hangs up.
Sitting back behind your desk you look at Shanice who is once again sitting on a chair across from you and you stare at her annoyed.
âWhy must you fight with my childâs father?â You ask her.
âWhy are you guys punishing my godchild?â She counters and you sigh rolling your eyes at her.
âIs this why youâre here? To get me to take her off punishment?â
âActuallyyyyyyâ she begins in a fake nasally high pitched voice, âI came to bring you food and eat with you. But youâve been speaking to that idiot for almost an hourâ she explains as she goes to lift two take away bags with Jamaican food inside.
Grabbing one of the bags you moan in anticipation, âI love you so muchâ you say and she laughs.
âIs that to me or the food?â
As you take the fork and begin to basically  inhale the rice and peas and oxtail you look up at her briefly to mutter âbothâ and she shakes her head.
âSo now that I have you , and Iâve fed you. I would like to list out the reasons as to why my godchild shouldnât be punished.â
âYou bum bitch! I thought you came to hang out with me?!â
âGirl youâre boring at work⌠I would never⌠I had to sweeten you up before I made my case.â Handing you a thick enveloppe you roll your eyes as you prepare for these dramatics. Opening the enveloppe you see a lengthy dissertation filled with reasons advocating for youâre child.
Having taken both Political Science and Drama in university, Shanice was both efficient and dramatic. That paired with her Law degree, she loved making her case, especially for her goddaughter which you were quite sure she liked more than you.
âLet me first begin with, God would not have wanted this.â Rolling your eyes and continuing to eat letting her continue, âas her GOD MOTHER I should know this. And spiritually this is not a look. If you go to page two, second paragraph you will see a direct quote from the bible that Iâve taken the liberty to analyzeâŚâ
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Coming home from work you were relieved at the sound of quiet. Having had to deal with both N'Jadaka and Shanice you were just glad to go home and decompress. As you take off your heels and place them by the main entrance, you grab your things and make your way to your bedroom. As you do so you decide to knock on your daughterâs door and wait for her to answer.
As she opens her door, you notice her goddess locks in a high messy bun; nicely framing her face with her brown eyes staring up at you from behind her big circular glasses accentuating her big cheeks that you love so much.
âHi mom⌠how are you?â
âIâm good. How was school?â You ask and she shakes her head and grimaces.
âIt was whatever⌠Iâm almost finished with my detentions so thatâs good.â She states as she leans on the door frame looking up at you slightly as sheâs almost your height.
âThatâs good to hear. Baby girl can you come in my room for a minute?â You ask and she nods her head, following you.
As you both enter your room, she goes to lay her back on one side of your bed and you join her doing the same. Grabbing hold of her right hand with your left, you intertwine your fingers and you feel her hold your hand too so you smile.
Laying in silence you take a deep breath and speak as the both of you are still looking at the ceiling.
âYour auntie Shanice came to visit me todayâ you state softly
âReally?â
âYup⌠She made me sit through an hour and a half presentation of why you should be taken off punishmentâ you say with a small smile and you feel her eyes take a quick glance at you.
âReally?â She asks.
âYes really⌠and that was right after your dad called me to do the same thing.â You tell her and you shift your body so that youâre laying on your side and looking at her much better. âYou know they love you a lot to do that rightâ you say and she nods her head.
âYeahâŚI knowâ she tells you and you feel her eyes close as she knows the conversation is going to get deeper and she doesnât want you to see her get emotional⌠Her dad does the same thing.
Sighing you continue, âAnd I want you to know that I love you a lot too. And the reason Iâm harder on you is because both of them are too soft to discipline you and we both know thisâ You see her mouth turn up in a small smile,â baby girl I donât want you getting in fights and we both know you canât be doing this. I also donât like having to discipline you and take away the things you like but we know I have to do it. You canât just scrap Malika⌠especially not at school.â
âBut daddy saidâŚâ
âWe both know your dad teaches you self defence and you know you have an advantage. Iâm not telling you to never fight. Iâm saying that you need to know when not to.â
Nodding her head you see her open her mouth as if trying to figure out what to say next and so you remain quiet to allow her to do so.
She sighs and shakes her head, âI know mom but sometimes I canât control myself. I just get mad and see red and fightâ
You nod your head in understanding as youâve heard the same thing and give her hand a tight squeeze in affirmation.
âI understand that Malika⌠would you want to talk to someone about control and just feelings and stuff?â You question her and you see her eyes open to look at you.
âDo you think Iâm crazy? You want me to see a shrinkâ she asks you as her voice raises and you shake your head.
âI donât think that at all. I just think that talking to someone can be good. Sometimes itâs not talking, just expressing yourself in a different way. Both your dad and I do either of those and itâs helped a lot. You can ask him⌠â you tell her.
âCan I think about it?â She says as she closes her eyes once again and turns her head up.
âOf course MalikaâŚâ you say as you begin to get up and kiss her forehead. âNow Iâm going to go take a shower alright.â
Walking to the ensuite bathroom you hear Malika call out to you and you turn your head to face her as sheâs sitting up on your bed looking at you.
âIâm sorry for fighting and stressing you.â She says softly and you can see tears brimming her eyes as she apologizes. Rushing to her you wrap your arms around her and pull her to your chest.
âBaby⌠itâs okayâ you tell her as you stroke her face. âYouâre a teenager and your fathers child⌠itâs your job to stress me, just like itâs my job to love you.â
Still in your chest you hear her mumble, âI love youâ and you whisper back, âI love you moreâ
A whole other part. I wrote this @ work on my phone sinceI was dumb bored tbh. Hopefully yâall enjoy and such lol and if yall dont im prolly still gonna write because I fuck wit dis.Â
While you found your daughter to be like her father in every sense of the way, the one thing that she inherited from you was your stubbornness. The house was cold and tense as the both of you shared short greetings between one another. She went to school, came home and went to her room.
Keeping true to your word, youâve yet to give her the house internet and having taken away her phone; you are currently not her favourite person. Her father was trying to advocate on her behalf but he also hadnât managed to sway you and hes also not on her good side since her raised her voice at her almost two weeks ago.
N'Jadaka has begun to call you while at work to try to negotiate with you almost every day and when wasnât calling he was texting you.
âSo when is she off punishment? Y/N I canât have her in my house doing nothing.â
You roll your eyes, âShe has books to read, homework to do, things to art withâŚâ You say matter of factly and he sighs over the phone.
âYou know what I meanâ
âYouâre just in your feelings because you canât be the fun parentâ
âYes! Exactly!â
âWelcome to my life⌠we need to be commit to this as a unitâ
âI get that⌠but for how long?â He asks and you feel him try to not argue with the slight shift as to prevent you to get stressed with his questions.
Hearing a light knock on your office door and seeing the door open slightly you pause briefly before answering. Smiling when you see your girl Shanice come in, you motion for her to take a seat and hold your finger up basically telling her you wonât be long. She makes a face as she mouths N'Jadakaâs name and you nod you head.
âUntil she apologizes. I need to know she knows what she did was wrongâ
You hear a chuckle from the other line, âThatâs what youâre waiting for? Y/N how many times have you ever apologized to me?â He asks
âIâve never had to apologize to you because Iâve never been wrongâŚâ
âWhat about that one time when-â
âWeâre not talking about me. Weâre talking about your stubborn daughter.â You say quickly
âShe got your hard head..â
âANYWAYS⌠Iâm gonna let you go as some of us actually have to work for a living.â You tell him.
âYou donât have to workâŚâ
âLetâs not. Bye now, Iâll talk to you later.â
âBut we didnât resolve the issue.â
âShe said bye! Weâre hanging up now!â Shanice yells and you groan.
âYou not even working! Youâre just chilling with your no good girl.â He complains loud enough for her to hear and Shanice decides to answer as she grabs your phone and stands behind you.
âNigga shes my accountant. Shes accounting my financesâ
You donât know what he said but it was enough for her to say some dumb shit back and you hear both of their voices raise.
Sending a quick punch to her thigh, she howls in pain and you take it upon yourself to seize that moment and take your phone back.
Interrupting him, still talking shit. âBack to what I was saying⌠goodbye.â
He stops at the sound of your voice and you hear the change and softness in tone as heâs now addressing you.
âBye Y/N. Iâll talk to you tonight.â
âAlrighty.â
âI love you.â He states and you try to not make a face at those three words.
â⌠we talked about saying thatâ
âAnd I told you a fact. I love you. I know you wonât say it back but i know you love me. Bye Y/N⌠also think about letting up on Malika pleaseâ With those words he hangs up.
Sitting back behind your desk you look at Shanice who is once again sitting on a chair across from you and you stare at her annoyed.
âWhy must you fight with my childâs father?â You ask her.
âWhy are you guys punishing my godchild?â She counters and you sigh rolling your eyes at her.
âIs this why youâre here? To get me to take her off punishment?â
âActuallyyyyyyâ she begins in a fake nasally high pitched voice, âI came to bring you food and eat with you. But youâve been speaking to that idiot for almost an hourâ she explains as she goes to lift two take away bags with Jamaican food inside.
Grabbing one of the bags you moan in anticipation, âI love you so muchâ you say and she laughs.
âIs that to me or the food?â
As you take the fork and begin to basically  inhale the rice and peas and oxtail you look up at her briefly to mutter âbothâ and she shakes her head.
âSo now that I have you , and Iâve fed you. I would like to list out the reasons as to why my godchild shouldnât be punished.â
âYou bum bitch! I thought you came to hang out with me?!â
âGirl youâre boring at work⌠I would never⌠I had to sweeten you up before I made my case.â Handing you a thick enveloppe you roll your eyes as you prepare for these dramatics. Opening the enveloppe you see a lengthy dissertation filled with reasons advocating for youâre child.
Having taken both Political Science and Drama in university, Shanice was both efficient and dramatic. That paired with her Law degree, she loved making her case, especially for her goddaughter which you were quite sure she liked more than you.
âLet me first begin with, God would not have wanted this.â Rolling your eyes and continuing to eat letting her continue, âas her GOD MOTHER I should know this. And spiritually this is not a look. If you go to page two, second paragraph you will see a direct quote from the bible that Iâve taken the liberty to analyzeâŚâ
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Coming home from work you were relieved at the sound of quiet. Having had to deal with both N'Jadaka and Shanice you were just glad to go home and decompress. As you take off your heels and place them by the main entrance, you grab your things and make your way to your bedroom. As you do so you decide to knock on your daughterâs door and wait for her to answer.
As she opens her door, you notice her goddess locks in a high messy bun; nicely framing her face with her brown eyes staring up at you from behind her big circular glasses accentuating her big cheeks that you love so much.
âHi mom⌠how are you?â
âIâm good. How was school?â You ask and she shakes her head and grimaces.
âIt was whatever⌠Iâm almost finished with my detentions so thatâs good.â She states as she leans on the door frame looking up at you slightly as sheâs almost your height.
âThatâs good to hear. Baby girl can you come in my room for a minute?â You ask and she nods her head, following you.
As you both enter your room, she goes to lay her back on one side of your bed and you join her doing the same. Grabbing hold of her right hand with your left, you intertwine your fingers and you feel her hold your hand too so you smile.
Laying in silence you take a deep breath and speak as the both of you are still looking at the ceiling.
âYour auntie Shanice came to visit me todayâ you state softly
âReally?â
âYup⌠She made me sit through an hour and a half presentation of why you should be taken off punishmentâ you say with a small smile and you feel her eyes take a quick glance at you.
âReally?â She asks.
âYes really⌠and that was right after your dad called me to do the same thing.â You tell her and you shift your body so that youâre laying on your side and looking at her much better. âYou know they love you a lot to do that rightâ you say and she nods her head.
âYeahâŚI knowâ she tells you and you feel her eyes close as she knows the conversation is going to get deeper and she doesnât want you to see her get emotional⌠Her dad does the same thing.
Sighing you continue, âAnd I want you to know that I love you a lot too. And the reason Iâm harder on you is because both of them are too soft to discipline you and we both know thisâ You see her mouth turn up in a small smile,â baby girl I donât want you getting in fights and we both know you canât be doing this. I also donât like having to discipline you and take away the things you like but we know I have to do it. You canât just scrap Malika⌠especially not at school.â
âBut daddy saidâŚâ
âWe both know your dad teaches you self defence and you know you have an advantage. Iâm not telling you to never fight. Iâm saying that you need to know when not to.â
Nodding her head you see her open her mouth as if trying to figure out what to say next and so you remain quiet to allow her to do so.
She sighs and shakes her head, âI know mom but sometimes I canât control myself. I just get mad and see red and fightâ
You nod your head in understanding as youâve heard the same thing and give her hand a tight squeeze in affirmation.
âI understand that Malika⌠would you want to talk to someone about control and just feelings and stuff?â You question her and you see her eyes open to look at you.
âDo you think Iâm crazy? You want me to see a shrinkâ she asks you as her voice raises and you shake your head.
âI donât think that at all. I just think that talking to someone can be good. Sometimes itâs not talking, just expressing yourself in a different way. Both your dad and I do either of those and itâs helped a lot. You can ask him⌠â you tell her.
âCan I think about it?â She says as she closes her eyes once again and turns her head up.
âOf course MalikaâŚâ you say as you begin to get up and kiss her forehead. âNow Iâm going to go take a shower alright.â
Walking to the ensuite bathroom you hear Malika call out to you and you turn your head to face her as sheâs sitting up on your bed looking at you.
âIâm sorry for fighting and stressing you.â She says softly and you can see tears brimming her eyes as she apologizes. Rushing to her you wrap your arms around her and pull her to your chest.
âBaby⌠itâs okayâ you tell her as you stroke her face. âYouâre a teenager and your fathers child⌠itâs your job to stress me, just like itâs my job to love you.â
Still in your chest you hear her mumble, âI love youâ and you whisper back, âI love you moreâ
lol Iâm so glad you rate this. Shanice is truly THAT BITCH, and iâm dead gonna try to have more in this series especially because in my head I think she has a quality relationship with Malika in a sense. Sheâs close to her in a different way than her parents and she talks top tier trash when she has to lol.
So i had to write a quick fic because itâs been bothering me. Iâve already started Iight Fam pt3. So thatâs also coming in the near future.Â
Honestly this story is also going to be in parts because I fuckwith a resolution. I also wrote this @4 in the morning so I apologize if itâs trash. Its gonna get better lol
Summary: You and NâJadaka are coparenting and itâs mad difficult because she is basically her dad. So she be getting in fights and shitâŚ.
FeedBack is much appreciates.Â
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You were livid as you walked through the hallways. You knew that all of this was his fault and you could not wait to find NâJadaka to give him a piece of your mind. With each step you took, you were figuring new ways that you would cuss him out. New words that this man could not even imagine would come out of your mouth. Opening the door to the main office you find eyes with a familiar pair of fearful brown eyes that recognize your anger immediately.
Seated on a chair against the wall you hear her groan questioning why they called you instead of NâJadaka.. With her hair greased back and in a bun and dressed in a pair of baggy sweatpants and a baggy shirt that you recognized as NâJadaka old shirts you can tell that she was fighting again . Looking down at this seated 15 year old that was averting your gaze you could not help to be even more angry when you see her icing her face.
âHi momâ she says sheepishly with a wave.
âMalikaâ You begin, your tone short, âWhat the hell happened?â You ask as you take a seat next to her.
Before she can answer your question, âYou have me leaving work to deal with your fighting nonsense again.â
âMom itâs not my fault.â She whines. As she raises her voice as she too is frustrated and you knew for a fact you did not want to get into it with her at her school.
As you both wait for the principal as well as Malikaâs father you couldnât help but grow even more frustrated. Looking at your daughter you start mumbling the rant you tell her all to frequently, âYou need to start controlling your anger Malika. You canât be getting in all of these fights. Youâre acting just like your father and youâre much smarter than that.  You canât solve everything with your fists and you need to learn how to find peaceâŚâ
As you begin to trail on you here Malika groan,â I know mom. Can we please not make this about dad.â She asks you and before you can even answer youâre interrupted by a voice.
âBaby girl, you know your ma loves talking about me. â Your head turns in the direction of the smooth deep voice. The Oakland accent still prominent even after not having lived there for years.
Looking up at NâJadaka you roll your eyes as Malika runs to hug him with such force and he picks her up.
âHi Daddy!â She says with a big smile as he puts her down and you canât help but compare the greeting she gave him to the quiet one she muttered to you a few minutes earlier.
As you look at him and Malika interact you canât help but notice the ways in which they both match. He is wearing a similar pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt to match. The only difference is that he had a zip-up to match the pants.
As you were examining their outfits you didnât realize that Malika was retelling the story of the fight to her dad and he had a big grin on his face as she explains how the blows were exchanged, fully acting it out.
âBoth of yâall. Stop that and Sit. Downâ You hiss and NâJadaka looks at you and nods his head and  takes a seat beside you. Malika follows suit and takes the seat beside her dad.
âYou canât encourage her like that in publicâŚâ You whisper softly as you nod your head to the school administration and he just looks at you.
âWhat am I supposed to do then?â He asks.
âDiscipline her. Sheâs not meant to be getting in fights like this.â
He chuckles, âWell she clearly won so I think she deserves some congratulations.â
You roll your eyes , âYouâre not fucking seriousâ You mutter as place the back of your head on the wall and look at the ceiling.
âYou guys know I can hear you right?â Malika says as she looks  directly at you.
You apologize as you look at your daughter in her deep brown eyes. Her hair in long goddess locs to emulate her dadâs style. While she has your lips and nose, her eyes belong to her father so as she looks at you, you can feel her looking deeply into you while also offering you an apologetic look as she knows that youâre currently stressed.
Shutting your eyes once again, you mutter a silent prayer and hum a quick gospel song to get you through this meeting with NâJadaka.
Before you can  answer, the principalâs door opens and he calls both you and NâJadaka to the door.
Standing up with N'Jadaka you keep Malika sink in her seat averting eye contact with the principal
âMalika sit up straightâ Her father tells , âYou know I donât like that shitâ Hearing that your daughter sits up straight making eye contact with her dad. He smiles, âThereâs my princess.â Â
As youâre standing up you fix your  pencil dress. Pulling down at the hem to make sure that its sitting right and fixing the shoulders to make sure that theyâre properly off the shoulder. Rolling your head back you get ready, sighing as you anticipate the comments and questions that will be directed towards you. Feeling your baby father and daughterâs eyes on you, you offer them both a smile and motion him to follow you.
Walking into the office with NâJadaka you both take a seat beside one another getting ready to present a united front.
*
*
âWhy should my daughter be suspended because she knows how to fight?â NâJadaka asks the principal in a quiet anger.
The room is still as youâre not engaging much seeing as this man has taken it upon himself to defend your child.
âNâkaâŚNâj⌠sirâ The principal begins to babble and you can see the fear in his eyes as he looks at your childâs father.
âSay my name correctly or donât address meâ he interrupts quickly.
âItâs pronounced NâJadakaâ You say softly and slowly to prevent from any more hostility.
âYes, thank you Miss Y/Nâ He tells you with a smile, âMister NâJadaka as I was saying⌠Malika is a bright student but this is the fourth fight in three weeks. We need to take disciplinary measures.â
âWell it seems to me that yâall should figure out why she has to throw hands because I know thereâs a reason. â
âYes but sir.â The principal begins again and before anyone can interrupt again you decide to take charge and speak.
âMister Milton, while I can understand and appreciate the need for discipline at this school. I think itâs important to note that in all of the incidents our child has not been the instigator. And she was defending herself. While I respect the zero tolerance in regards to violence, I think the question both Malikaâs father and I have is, Why hasnât the school done anything to handle the antagonizing that my daughter has faced?â Speaking clearly and ensuring that your worlds and tone is to the point you feel NâJadaka smiling looking at you and the principal nodding his head. Â âI would not find it fair for my child to be suspended.â You conclude.
âThatâs basically what I said.â NâJadaka adds and you just wait to have this entire situation resolved.
*
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âYou know this is all your faultâ You tell him as you both walk out the school.
âHow is this my fault Y/N?â He questions somewhat irritated.
âNâJadaka you spent all your time talking to her about fighting. Taught her all that fighting nonsense and now she thinks  itâs the only way that she can fix her issues. She has your fucking temper.â You begin to rant  as you walk to your car knowing that heâs following you.
âSo what was that bullshit you were saying in the office then?â
âMy nigga I donât want her to get suspended.â You tell him as you roll your eyes.
âSo everything is my fault?â
âNot everythingâŚYouâre so fucking dramatic. Iâm just saying  you taught her that krav maga army shit, you glorified fighting and you also just donât discipline her so now sheâs left thinking there arenât consequences for anything⌠Anyways NâJadaka I have to head back to work. Malika has her bag to stay by you this weekend so please donât screw this up and also discipline the child for fighting.â You say knowing that he wonât punish her.
âWhy do I have to?â
âBecause youâre her parent. We share custody and if you donât Iâm more of the bad guy.â
âBut-â
âPleaseâ You beg as you enter the car. âListen, I have a headache right now and I donât want to do this. Please just listen to me for once.â As you close the door you see him nod his head and you thank him.
As you drive off you throw some music on to calm your soul before you enter the office as you anticipate a long night. As you make it to your office building and enter the elevator you  feel your phone vibrate and see a text from your baby father.
NâJADAKA: Ayo btw, I couldnât mention before because we were being whole ass parents or whatever. But that ass was looking real nice in that dress today Y/N.
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AN: I havent written a fic since I was 14 and that was almost 9 years ago. I dead spent the last few days enthralled in BP fics and I just had to try and write something. Real talks Iâm sure Iâll get better as a write more. I just needed this as a starting point. Also English is not my main language. Just as a point.
Feedback would be great honestly.Â
Eri x Black Reader
Warnings: CursingÂ
Summary: The reader is stubborn and starts a whole ass argument with Erik that gets real deep. (Iâm an argumentative bitch so I wanted that representation lol)
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Your head pressed on the window as Erik is driving, neither of you is saying a word. The only thing preventing either of you from hearing the crisp silence is the sound of the music playing in the car from your phone and youâre giving your entire phone all of your attention to keep from engaging with your man. Erik had both hands on the steering wheel, which is out of character as his left hand should be on you in some kind of way and this is at the back of your mind.
As the drive continues, neither of you are talking and you keep letting sharp sighs out and humming with your music trying to seem unbothered but truly youâre hot and you both know it.
As Erik pulls up to your apartment parking lot you thank him quickly and make motion to go open your door but not before heâs able to lock the door and says, âI know your ass didnât think that you were going to leave this car without talking to me about what the fuck happened.â
You roll your eyes and let out a huff, âErik, there is nothing to talk about. Unlock the door so I can go home and fucking sleepâ You say annoyed, trying to open the door once again.
âBaby girl, you can try to open that door all you want. Iâm not letting you out until we fucking talkâ He says sternly. You can tell heâs trying to keep his annoyance at bay because when the both of you get heated it is not great.
At this point, you put your seatbelt on, play your music and just cross your arms looking straight ahead at your empty parking lot in the dead of the night as youâre not talking.
âCool then Erik, I can stay in this car and we can just not talk then.â You tell him stubbornly.
Erik lets out a sigh and cuts the music real quick and you let out a quick what the fuck.
âSo we donât need to talk but youâre sure as hell going to listen Y/N. Because I donât know where this attitude is coming from but youâre not going to tell me you pulling an attitude the entire night when I just wanted to fucking bring your ass out and have some fucking fun-â
You let out a saractic laugh, âFun, Erik?â You ask him, âYou thought it would be fun for me to go hang out with your annoying ass niggas and watch you basically flirt with every hoe while you paid me no mind. Such fun. So thrilling. Wowâ You say condescendingly while applauding him for being an idiot.
âStop being extra Y/Nâ He says as he unbuckles his seatbelt so he can better turn to look at you and he sees that your jaw is clenched, your chest is heaving and your eyes roll at every thing he says. He knows that youâre getting angry at the thought of that night but he sees nothing wrong with that night.
âSo, Iâm being extra because my nigga brought me out to disrespect me in front of my eyes. Cool Erik. Please let me out of the car because we clearly have nothing to actually discuss and I am tired after a long night of being extra.â
He sighs, âY/N, it honestly wasnât even like that.â He says as he grabs your head softly so he can look you in your eyes and you can do nothing but stare into his deep brown eyes filled with both annoyance, seriousness and concern. âListen to me, the only reason those hoes felt the need to come talk to me was because you stayed away from me for the entire night and I wasnât even paying them any mind baby. â
You roll your eyes, âSo this is my fault?â as you stare at him.
âIâm just saying, I had a great time until you came at me with this attitude. Nothing is as deep as youâre making it.â As he says this, he unbuckles your seatbelt and starts tracing kisses on your neck really trying to diffuse the situation and move on as he knows that neither of you want to really argue. As he does this you let out a sharp sigh and move your neck to give him more access.
As Erikâs soft lips trail from your neck to your collar bone and he makes his way back to kiss by your ear nibbling at your earlobe he whispers, âBabe, itâs not that deep. Just let it go.â He presses his lips on you softly and it seemed as if your frustrations were baseless. His tender lips on yours growing hungrier and hungrier for your mouth as if begging you to end let go of your anger and you feel it leave the more.
You nod your head and wrap your arms around your niggas neck as you take control of this kiss and now his back is pressed in the drivers seat and you take advantage of your nigga in this position by reaching on his side and unlocking the door.
When he hears the click of the automated unlock he stops kissing you and looks at you baffled as you climb off him and grab your phone and purse and just rush out the car. âIt was deep Erik and Iâm not letting this go.â You state as you slam the door and make motions to walk to your apartment lobby.
You  quickly hear the door slam and you hear him yell your name. âY/N are you fucking  serious?â He asks, at this point you know that heâs not trying to hide his frustrations.
âYes Erik. I am serious. You invited me somewhere that I knew no one and treated me like a fucking stranger for the entirety of the night.â You tell him, matching his frustration and not trying to keep your voice doing because at this point everyone should hear this. âMe, your girl, you brought me to watch you be the ainât shit nigga I knew you were as you FUCKING FLIRTED IN FRONT OF MY FACE. AS YOUR NIGGAS SAID DUMB SHIT AND DISREPECT ME FURTHER TALKING ABOUT WHERE Iâ M FROM AND TRASHING IT. THATâS FUCKING DEEP STEVENS!â You say, as you walk closer and closer to him. At this point, youâre inches apart and with each word your voice rise and you donât give a fuck.
âYo, lower your voiceâ He warns, looking down at you and his jaw is clenches looking around worried that syour neighbours are listening in.
âIâm not going fucking lower my voice Erik. You wanted to talk and Iâm talking. Â This is what you wanted right?â You ask as you cross your arms staring at him.
âY/N Iâm not one of your little friends⌠Watch your  toneâ He says getting angry with you.
At this point, his warnings are getting you more annoyed because how dare he.
âOr else what?â you ask. Challenging him. âYouâre not going to do anything and you fucking know it.â
âY/N. Chill the fuck out and be a fucking adult. Weâre outside arguing and this shit is ridiculous. Cut the bullshit and chill so  we can have a mature conversation.â The way that he says this, you can tell heâs on his last straw and heâs trying to be mature.
âOkay, letâs just end the conversation then fam.â You say. This causes his jaw to clench some more as he looks at you.
âFam? Y/N Iâm not one of your little friends.â
âAnd clearly, I wasnât your girl last night b so Iâm going to go upstairs and sleep like I told you I wanted to. Â Goodnight fam.â
With that said, you stare at your nigga and walk away not caring that youâre leaving Erik in the parking lot. As you enter the lobby you ensure that the door behind you is locked and you know that tomorrow morning this will be a conversation for the entire building complex but you truly do not care.
As you enter your apartment you think back on that party and how Erikâs niggas were basically insulting your hood and the niggas that you know and to see your hoe ass nigga entertain these hoes while not making any mention of you. You sat there, on that couch invisible for the entire night as Erik entertained this nonsense. To a point that everyone was speaking in a different language that left you feeling more excluded. The entire issue of the night was the fact that Erik excluded you and the fact that he could not get it is annoying.
Changing into your pyjamas and washing your face, you think more and more about that night and you get even more pissed. Before you fall asleep you check your phone and you see a message from Erik. You know for a fact it wonât be some cute shit.
Erik: Youâre not being serious right now
Y/N: Iâm deadass. Goodnight fam.
Erik: Stop playing
Y/N: Do something about it b.
With this said, you turn your phone off and fall asleep knowing that tomorrow Erik was sure to blow you up and you needed rest at the thought of the impending conversation.
â-
âSo youâre telling me he hasnât tried speaking to you for the past week?â Your friend Zion asked as you both are sitting in your coffee place of choice as you explain the situation.
âY/N what were you thinking to accomplish by calling him fam?â Your other friend Camilla asks as you explained the situation to her.
You roll your eyes as you take a drink of your Frappuccino annoyed that only your guy friends understood what you were saying. You play with your drink as your friends discuss the argument and basically both you and Erikâs stubborneness and you clear your throat, âHeâs not not talking to me.â You state. And that was true. You both said good night and good morning to one another via text but other than that it was silence. You also havenât seen him since the night in question.
âYou know what me mean.â Camilla asks, âYou had no conversations of actual substance.â â
You roll your eyes, âOkay and?â You question her.
â⌠And now youâre left with no nigga to talk to or dick you down because youâre stubborn and you talk to your nigga like a whole ass nigga and that does not work.â Zion answers and you look at him betrayed because you thought he was on your side.
âIt does work.â You argue.
âStop fucking arguing with us and listen. Itâs not working because you havenât actually spoken to your nigga and your being defensive has done nothingâ Camilla adds. âNo one said you were wrong for being mad. You just canât speak to your man like you wanna fight.â
âI can talk to my nigga any way I want.â You mutter to yourself as you play with your drink knowing that your friends didnât hear you because they went off tangent.
âIs that so?â You hear a deep smooth voice question you from over your shoulder. You shudder at the sound of this voice and turn to see Erik staring down at you with a serious look on his face. And you know that youâre about to finish  whatever you started from that other night.
AN: I havent written a fic since I was 14 and that was almost 9 years ago. I dead spent the last few days enthralled in BP fics and I just had to try and write something. Real talks Iâm sure Iâll get better as a write more. I just needed this as a starting point. Also English is not my main language. Just as a point.
Feedback would be great honestly.Â
Eri x Black Reader
Warnings: CursingÂ
Summary: The reader is stubborn and starts a whole ass argument with Erik that gets real deep. (Iâm an argumentative bitch so I wanted that representation lol)
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Your head pressed on the window as Erik is driving, neither of you is saying a word. The only thing preventing either of you from hearing the crisp silence is the sound of the music playing in the car from your phone and youâre giving your entire phone all of your attention to keep from engaging with your man. Erik had both hands on the steering wheel, which is out of character as his left hand should be on you in some kind of way and this is at the back of your mind.
As the drive continues, neither of you are talking and you keep letting sharp sighs out and humming with your music trying to seem unbothered but truly youâre hot and you both know it.
As Erik pulls up to your apartment parking lot you thank him quickly and make motion to go open your door but not before heâs able to lock the door and says, âI know your ass didnât think that you were going to leave this car without talking to me about what the fuck happened.â
You roll your eyes and let out a huff, âErik, there is nothing to talk about. Unlock the door so I can go home and fucking sleepâ You say annoyed, trying to open the door once again.
âBaby girl, you can try to open that door all you want. Iâm not letting you out until we fucking talkâ He says sternly. You can tell heâs trying to keep his annoyance at bay because when the both of you get heated it is not great.
At this point, you put your seatbelt on, play your music and just cross your arms looking straight ahead at your empty parking lot in the dead of the night as youâre not talking.
âCool then Erik, I can stay in this car and we can just not talk then.â You tell him stubbornly.
Erik lets out a sigh and cuts the music real quick and you let out a quick what the fuck.
âSo we donât need to talk but youâre sure as hell going to listen Y/N. Because I donât know where this attitude is coming from but youâre not going to tell me you pulling an attitude the entire night when I just wanted to fucking bring your ass out and have some fucking fun-â
You let out a saractic laugh, âFun, Erik?â You ask him, âYou thought it would be fun for me to go hang out with your annoying ass niggas and watch you basically flirt with every hoe while you paid me no mind. Such fun. So thrilling. Wowâ You say condescendingly while applauding him for being an idiot.
âStop being extra Y/Nâ He says as he unbuckles his seatbelt so he can better turn to look at you and he sees that your jaw is clenched, your chest is heaving and your eyes roll at every thing he says. He knows that youâre getting angry at the thought of that night but he sees nothing wrong with that night.
âSo, Iâm being extra because my nigga brought me out to disrespect me in front of my eyes. Cool Erik. Please let me out of the car because we clearly have nothing to actually discuss and I am tired after a long night of being extra.â
He sighs, âY/N, it honestly wasnât even like that.â He says as he grabs your head softly so he can look you in your eyes and you can do nothing but stare into his deep brown eyes filled with both annoyance, seriousness and concern. âListen to me, the only reason those hoes felt the need to come talk to me was because you stayed away from me for the entire night and I wasnât even paying them any mind baby. â
You roll your eyes, âSo this is my fault?â as you stare at him.
âIâm just saying, I had a great time until you came at me with this attitude. Nothing is as deep as youâre making it.â As he says this, he unbuckles your seatbelt and starts tracing kisses on your neck really trying to diffuse the situation and move on as he knows that neither of you want to really argue. As he does this you let out a sharp sigh and move your neck to give him more access.
As Erikâs soft lips trail from your neck to your collar bone and he makes his way back to kiss by your ear nibbling at your earlobe he whispers, âBabe, itâs not that deep. Just let it go.â He presses his lips on you softly and it seemed as if your frustrations were baseless. His tender lips on yours growing hungrier and hungrier for your mouth as if begging you to end let go of your anger and you feel it leave the more.
You nod your head and wrap your arms around your niggas neck as you take control of this kiss and now his back is pressed in the drivers seat and you take advantage of your nigga in this position by reaching on his side and unlocking the door.
When he hears the click of the automated unlock he stops kissing you and looks at you baffled as you climb off him and grab your phone and purse and just rush out the car. âIt was deep Erik and Iâm not letting this go.â You state as you slam the door and make motions to walk to your apartment lobby.
You  quickly hear the door slam and you hear him yell your name. âY/N are you fucking  serious?â He asks, at this point you know that heâs not trying to hide his frustrations.
âYes Erik. I am serious. You invited me somewhere that I knew no one and treated me like a fucking stranger for the entirety of the night.â You tell him, matching his frustration and not trying to keep your voice doing because at this point everyone should hear this. âMe, your girl, you brought me to watch you be the ainât shit nigga I knew you were as you FUCKING FLIRTED IN FRONT OF MY FACE. AS YOUR NIGGAS SAID DUMB SHIT AND DISREPECT ME FURTHER TALKING ABOUT WHERE Iâ M FROM AND TRASHING IT. THATâS FUCKING DEEP STEVENS!â You say, as you walk closer and closer to him. At this point, youâre inches apart and with each word your voice rise and you donât give a fuck.
âYo, lower your voiceâ He warns, looking down at you and his jaw is clenches looking around worried that syour neighbours are listening in.
âIâm not going fucking lower my voice Erik. You wanted to talk and Iâm talking. Â This is what you wanted right?â You ask as you cross your arms staring at him.
âY/N Iâm not one of your little friends⌠Watch your  toneâ He says getting angry with you.
At this point, his warnings are getting you more annoyed because how dare he.
âOr else what?â you ask. Challenging him. âYouâre not going to do anything and you fucking know it.â
âY/N. Chill the fuck out and be a fucking adult. Weâre outside arguing and this shit is ridiculous. Cut the bullshit and chill so  we can have a mature conversation.â The way that he says this, you can tell heâs on his last straw and heâs trying to be mature.
âOkay, letâs just end the conversation then fam.â You say. This causes his jaw to clench some more as he looks at you.
âFam? Y/N Iâm not one of your little friends.â
âAnd clearly, I wasnât your girl last night b so Iâm going to go upstairs and sleep like I told you I wanted to. Â Goodnight fam.â
With that said, you stare at your nigga and walk away not caring that youâre leaving Erik in the parking lot. As you enter the lobby you ensure that the door behind you is locked and you know that tomorrow morning this will be a conversation for the entire building complex but you truly do not care.
As you enter your apartment you think back on that party and how Erikâs niggas were basically insulting your hood and the niggas that you know and to see your hoe ass nigga entertain these hoes while not making any mention of you. You sat there, on that couch invisible for the entire night as Erik entertained this nonsense. To a point that everyone was speaking in a different language that left you feeling more excluded. The entire issue of the night was the fact that Erik excluded you and the fact that he could not get it is annoying.
Changing into your pyjamas and washing your face, you think more and more about that night and you get even more pissed. Before you fall asleep you check your phone and you see a message from Erik. You know for a fact it wonât be some cute shit.
Erik: Youâre not being serious right now
Y/N: Iâm deadass. Goodnight fam.
Erik: Stop playing
Y/N: Do something about it b.
With this said, you turn your phone off and fall asleep knowing that tomorrow Erik was sure to blow you up and you needed rest at the thought of the impending conversation.
â-
âSo youâre telling me he hasnât tried speaking to you for the past week?â Your friend Zion asked as you both are sitting in your coffee place of choice as you explain the situation.
âY/N what were you thinking to accomplish by calling him fam?â Your other friend Camilla asks as you explained the situation to her.
You roll your eyes as you take a drink of your Frappuccino annoyed that only your guy friends understood what you were saying. You play with your drink as your friends discuss the argument and basically both you and Erikâs stubborneness and you clear your throat, âHeâs not not talking to me.â You state. And that was true. You both said good night and good morning to one another via text but other than that it was silence. You also havenât seen him since the night in question.
âYou know what me mean.â Camilla asks, âYou had no conversations of actual substance.â â
You roll your eyes, âOkay and?â You question her.
â⌠And now youâre left with no nigga to talk to or dick you down because youâre stubborn and you talk to your nigga like a whole ass nigga and that does not work.â Zion answers and you look at him betrayed because you thought he was on your side.
âIt does work.â You argue.
âStop fucking arguing with us and listen. Itâs not working because you havenât actually spoken to your nigga and your being defensive has done nothingâ Camilla adds. âNo one said you were wrong for being mad. You just canât speak to your man like you wanna fight.â
âI can talk to my nigga any way I want.â You mutter to yourself as you play with your drink knowing that your friends didnât hear you because they went off tangent.
âIs that so?â You hear a deep smooth voice question you from over your shoulder. You shudder at the sound of this voice and turn to see Erik staring down at you with a serious look on his face. And you know that youâre about to finish  whatever you started from that other night.
AN: thanks for fucking with me yâall I do appreciate it!!!
ERIK X BLACK!GIRL
NATURALLY THEREâS CURSING LOL.
Once again⌠Feedback is always lit or just talk to me and shits lol.Â
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âYou can talk to your nigga any way you want?â He questions you and you canât help but chew on your bottom lip as you look at this man. As much as youâre tying to maintain your anger, you canât help but look at his face perfectly framed by his short dreads falling into his face almost covering his eyes but not enough for you to see the challenging look heâs giving you.Â
Looking up at him from youâre your table, your eyes trail down to his white shirt that frames his body and outlines his muscles ever so nicely. His hand in a jean pocket and the other one holding his coffee that you know has no dairy or sugar and you canât help but make your face at the thought of this.
âOh hey Erik! Whatâs good?â You hear Camilla say in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
âIâm cool, whatâs up with you?â He says, politely giving her a small smile. As he smiles, you see a glimmer of gold from his bottom grill and you roll your eyes a little because how dare he look this nice and be in your space.
âWeâre just coming from the gym and now weâre chillingâ Zion says trying to ease everyone as he is frequently the peacemaker between yourself and Camilla and now you feel him trying to cut down the silent tension between you and your man.Â
As Zion says this you feel Erikâs gaze trailing on your outfit looking at your training shoes, black spandex leggings and a cropped hoodie that appropriately says âI fight niggasâ as it was the mood for the week. For life truly.
âWhat are yâall talking about?â He asks Zion still trying to be polite and nice but you feel him glance at you every few seconds as your eyes are quite focused on your drink.
âNothing importantâ you snap looking at him, âYâall Iâm tired. Iâm going to go, my bus comes soon.â Standing up facing him, you make it a point tograb your gym bag and walk out the coffee shop.Â
âY/N thatâs out bus too!â You hear Camilla yell as both your friends rush to follow you out and catch the bus that youâre ready to abandon them.
âChill yâall⌠I can give you a lift home.â You hear Erik say smoothly and you stare at your friends daring them to say yes as you are all outside at the bus stop.
âTheyâre okay.â You say quickly. You hear Camilla about to object but Zion shushes her knowing this is not their lane.
âIt wasnât a question.â He says sternly, âYâall Iâm parked right over there. You can put your shit in the trunk and just go sit. Weâll be right there.â He says as he points to his car and your friends give both you and him a look trying to figure out who they should actually listen to but they figured they should go with the nigga that all the streets call Killmonger and also, they were not trying to get on the bus when offered the luxury that was your niggas car.
Leaving both you and Erik facing off in broad daylight at this bus stop, you raise a brow and chuckle âWe?â You ask, âmy guy, Iâm taking the bus in two minutes.â
âY/N you have 10 seconds to stop playing and get in the car.â He says coldly and quietly as he steps closer to you breaking any space that was there. Vhest to chest, you look up at him knowing that he wouldnât dare try anything in front of these white people everywhere. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck bringing him down to you.Â
âYou aint gonna do shit niggaâ You say in a soft whisper as your lips brush softly on his and with that you unhook your arms from around him and make motion to break away to go board the bus thatâs about to stop in front of you. Before youâre able to do so, Erik grabs you by the hand and pulls you close to him, once again chest to chest, his hands wrap around you and he presses his lips to yours being both dominant and tender you feel your knees buckle a little as he sucks your bottom lip begging for entrance that you allow. His hands cupping your ass as his mouth explores you let out a sigh.
It isnât until you feel him pick you up and cradle you that you snap out of your trance and realize your bus has rode off and that Erik is basically carrying you to his car. To the passers by this was a beautiful sign of PDA but to you, it was trickery. Your hormones and basically your pussy betraying you. As he walks you to his car you try to break out of his arms and you know itâs pointless because this man is strong as fuck. Carrying all of you and your bag like a feather. Your struggles not even showing.
He looks down at you and chuckes, âI told you to stop fucking playing. Now get in the car.â He says as he puts you down and opens the door to the passenger seat for you. You feel both your friends looking at you from the back seat and looking up at Erik and back at them in the back you nod your head.
âIâm not sitting beside youâ You say and you open the door to the back set, telling Zion to move to the middle and he objects but you quickly punch him and tell him to fucking move.Â
You hear Erik groan and slam the passenger door and he gets in the drivers seat. Yourself, not being one to be challenged, you wait for him to close his door and you slam the door, let out a sigh and cross your arm.Â
Camilla and Zion attempt to make conversation with either you or Erik and neither of you fully engage just nodding and agreeing every few moments. As Erik drops both Camilla and Zion off to their homes they both than Erik and look at you asking you to text them when youâre home and alone. You nod and tell them bye.
Now that the car has only you and Erik, he doesnât even make an effort to start conversation and neither do you. As he drives, you stare at his profile from the back seat and you notice how his hands are clenching the steering wheel in a way that you know heâs frustrated.Â
Erik, still somewhat nice and not wanting for complete silence, let you connect yourself to the Bluetooth but after hearing you mumble along the lyrics to âSorryâ, âDonât Hurt Yourselfâ, âShake it Offâ and âI Should Have Cheatedâ; he cut that shit real quickly and just let the radio play as he would frequently listen to African politics like the inherent old nigga he was.Â
You groan as you listen along to the sounds of the radio trying to understand whatâs happening.Â
Not really looking at your surroundings while Erik was driving. As Erik parked, you finally come to realize that youâre not in your neighbourhood.Â
âYo, why am I at your crib b?â You ask at this point annoyed.Â
âYo cut with that b and fam shit Y/N. I told you Iâm not one of your little friends and Iâm dead serious.â
âSo am I. Bring me home fam.â You say annoyed.
At this point he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car and walks to go open your door. Crouching so heâs at your level he looks at you and caresses your face as he forces your eyes on him, âYou can either sleep in the car or be an adult and get out of this fucking car and talk so we can resolve this. Itâs your decision.âÂ
Your face hard, you shake your had. But not before your fucking stomach grumbles loud as fuck letting Erik know that you actually canât spednd the night in the car. You unbuckle your seatbelt defeated and follow Erik as he walks laughing to himself. âI have a plate of rice and chicken for youâ he says to you as you enter the elevator and you say nothing still trying to maintain your resolve. You tell him a quick thanks as you reach the top floor and walk with him waiting for him to unlock the door. Â
He lets you in first, letting you run to the microwave where you know the food is and he sits on the couch waiting for you to eat as he watches tv. As you eat, you sit on the firsthest end of the couch from him as you eat quietly not engaging. After you finish, you stand up and make your way to wash your plate and fork still silent.
The thing with both you and this man is the fact that you both were either real quiet or real loud when yâall were mad. And if someone was on 10 it didnât take much for the other one to reach that same level. So at this present moment, you were quite okay with the silence because you know you were right and you were standing in your not being wrong.Â
So when you finish putting the plate in the dish drainer and wiping your hands and hear, âSo, what the fuck is your problem Y/N?â come from your niggaâs mouth itâs as if a switch went off.
âNigga who the fuck are you talking to?â You snap back looking at him. Heâs now standing across from you in the kitchen Both of you separated by his kitchen island.Â
âMy stubborn ass girlfriend. Whatâs the issue? Why the fuck are you acting upâ
You roll your eyes as he say this,â You are the fucking issue. Did you not hear me last fucking week or were you still ignoring me like you did at the party.âÂ
You jump to conclusions
You ignored meÂ
You didnât engage
You didnât include me
âYou ignored me!â You say louder as you back away from him.
âYou didnât engage with anyone. Including me!â He says matching your tone.Â
âYou didnât include meâ
âYou stayed in a fucking cornerâ
âYou left me Y/NâÂ
At this point itâs a game of predator and prey because with each accusation he is walking closer to you and as you back up you feel yourself reach the sink and counter. Sitting up on it, you match his tone. Raising your voice and he does the same not wanting to seem like a bitch. So both of yâall are just yelling at this point.Â
âYour bitch ass was flirting with those other hoes.â
âI WAS TALKING TO THEM BECAUSE MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND WITH ALL THIS MOUTH DECIDED TO BE QUIETâ He yells and at this point youâre hot. His chest is heaving and he has you cornered with his hands on both sides or your thighs places on the counter. Your back pressed on the counter and his face directly in front of you.Â
Staring at him, your jaw clenches, âGet the fuck out my face fam.â You tell him seriously and quiety and he raises an eyebrow at you laughing.Â
âWhat are you gonna do?â He asks in a challenging tone. His mouth to your ear he whispers, âYou ainât gonna do shit baby.â He says sepeating the same words you told him earlier.
âErik Iâm not fucking playing.â You say as you grit your teeth trying not to shudder as he brushes against your neck. âGet out of my face my niggaâÂ
âOr else what? You gonna fight me?â He challenges now looking at you with a smile.
You not, âI just might.â You say in the same sure tone.
Erik laughs and breaks from you walking away from you. He walks to his bedroom and you look at him confused. He comes out in a pair of sweats and the same white shirt on but his muscles looked even more tight as he was tense. With a blanket in hand you see him move shit around in the living room still laughing.
As you now have space, you poor yourself a quick shot to clear your nerves and soothe your anger and drink some water to chill.
Still laughing, you hear Erik call you, âY/N come here.â
Wanting to see whatâs so funny because itâs been 10 whole minutes. You see the coffee table in the corner of the room and the couches moved. At this point there are just pillows and the blanket you saw him bring out earlier on the ground.Â
You look at him confused as he stands in front of you.Â
âI donât know why the fuck youâre so mad and why youâre acting like a bitch-â he starts
â-donât call me a-â
âA bitch. Youâve been acting like a bitch baby and itâs okay.â He starts as he walks close to you. âif you want to fight me so bad⌠you can fight me. Give it all you gotâ as he says this he strips off his shirt and you can do nothing but look at his frame. His broad shoulders and muscles now free from that shirt. You can see the sculpted body that heâs gained from basically training and fighting niggas and the scars on his skin as a reminder of every life heâs taken.Â
He leans down at you and whispers, âFight me fam⌠but know that after this, Iâm going to fuck the shit out of you babyâÂ
After he says this he backs away to give you space to get ready. âYou wanna fight me like a nigga so Iâm going to let you baby⌠Let me lay out the ground rules before we start.â
Iâm gonna continue this tonight. I just wanted to give yâall something because Iâm getting ready to go out. Lemme know what yâall think.
**
Still in a daze from his teasing you, you are a little surprised when he throws you onto his bed making your back land on pillows. Letting out a soft grunt you look up at him glaring a little bit. With him no longer on you, you have a few seconds to get back to your senses and remember you were the one thatâs annoyed here.
âErik⌠what the hell?â You say and the words donât come out as harshly as you want since moaning earlier took away some of the needed base in your voice. It came out much breathier and softer than you would want.Â
Standing at the foot of the bed he looks down at you with a raised brow, âFix your face baby girl.â He says calmly and you just roll your eyes.Â
Looking at him defiantly, you shake your head and itâs now a quiet stare off between the both of you. You hands still tied with your shirt from earlier you position yourself to sit up and look harder into his eyes. Both of you not wanting to blink or avert your gaze and with the room quiet, itâs a silent quest for dominance between the both of you. Both of you trying to assert yourself as alpha, the main predator if you will. Deciding to be the bolder one you smirk as you fix your mouth to break the silence.
âYou not a big bad nigga Erik. You donât scare meâ You teased and he still looks at you quite calm.
âWord?â He questions, âWasnât I that big bad nigga earlier when you were calling out my name?â He chuckles and begins imitating your moans and his smile growing wider has he sees the annoyance on your face.Â
âBoy please!â You snap, âYouâre not special⌠There are mad niggas that can make me-â
âMake you what Y/Nâ He interrupts and all traces of his smile and chuckle are gone. Itâs as if heâs daring you to finish your sentence and you bite your lower lip shaking your head.Â
âNevermindâŚâ You grumble not even wanting to start something else but at this point itâs too late as you see his eyes darken and you can basically see the wheels turning as if carefully figuring out whatâs the next move. âJust untie my hands please Erik⌠Iâm not going to tap out. â
Finally moving for the first time to walk to the side of the bed so that youâre near him, he slides off his grey sweat pants and makes him comfortable on the bed and puts his right hand out and you give him your tied hands and he unties them quickly. Pulling your hands to yourself, you shake and grab your wrists and rubbing them. You give him a soft thank you and he shakes his head.
âDonât thank me yet Y/N.â He tells you and with that he grabs you and places you on his stomach right above his crotch. Looking down at him you place your hands on his pectorals to steady yourself as hisgrabbing you was quite the shock.
âIf Iâm not the big bad nigga⌠prove to me youâre a big bad bitch baby girl. Walk all that talk.â He challenges you with a smirk as he looks up at you and not being one to stray from a challenge you laugh softly.
âBet I can make you tap outâŚâ You tell him as your hands begin to roam his chest and shoulders.
He remains quiet and just shakes his head as his hands move to your thighs, palming your ass and you smile at the feel of his hands feeling you up. Smacking your ass swiftly he laughs darkly.Â
âMake it happen then.â
âBetâ
Moving yourself lower to his legs you begin to pull down his boxer briefs and throw them in a corner. Shifting your gaze to his semi erect dick and then back to him you grin because you were sure as hell not going to back down from this challenge and he knew this.Â
With your newly freed hands you make your way to grip the base of his dick. He widens his legs to give you more room to perform. Still maintaining eye contact you smile as you place a wet sloppy kiss on the tip of his of his dick. Your tongue begins lightly swirling and teasing the head of his dick and you hear him groan slightly as you do so. As you begin to suck on the tip slowly and in a teasing manner your hands. Your right hand trailing to cup his balls as your tongue swirls the tip.Â
Wrapping your mouth around the entire tip your lips begin to glide up and down and you make your ways slowly and seductively to take all of him in your mouth and when you hear him mutter curse words you smile more as your head begins to gain rhythm switching between shallow and deep strokes with your mouth. Your tongue also moving and exploring all of him you feel his hand reach the back of your neck and grips it as he begins to move his hips to help ease more of him in your mouth and to push you to go faster.Â
âThere ya go babygirl⌠Take this dick.âÂ
Letting out a moan against his dick you begin to slob his dick going quickly as you aim to take most of him in your mouth not even caring that your eyes are tearing up and you keep choking on his dick. Focusing your gaze on him and on breathing through your nose you feel his hand push your head to the base of his dick and you grab hold of his thighs as his dick is pushing against your throat.
With now both his hands behind your neck, one hand moves to stroke your chin and he lets out a loud, âFUCKâ and with that you take your mouth of his dick and begin stroking his dick and move your mouth down to begin sucking on his balls while your hands stroke his dick quickly and vigorously. You see his head fall back on a pillow and you playfully tap his ass.
âKeep ya eyes on me baby.â You say as he looks down at you and you look back as your mouth goes back to sucking and teasing his balls and he holds back a moan as you keep playing with him.
âDonât hold nothing back baby. I wanna hear youâŚâ You tell him before moving your tongue to trail the underneath of his shaft and he moans as he grips the back of your neck roughly, âJust like that baby.â You say as you use the same words and tone that he did on you in the living room earlier when he was eating you out.Â
âFuck Y/NâŚâ
As you take your mouth off of his member you make your way to straddle him and place yourself so that youâre directly above his dick. Looking at Erik try to catch his breath from the head you gave him, you smile as you begin to slide onto him, your head rolling back as you feel him enter your walls and both of you moan together as all of him enters you. Placing your hands on his lower chest to steady yourself you begin to rock yourself and grind onto him and his hands once again find their way to your thighs but not before exploring your upper body and gripping your waist.
Erik allows you to rock and ride him at your own slow pace until you get too comfortable with your hands and you make your way to gently choke him. While the both of you are still staring at each other, at this point youâre moving up and down, bouncing on his dick not even fully aware of everything happening.Â
With your hands casually moving to his neck, the grip he has on your waist tightens and his hips buck up as he begins pumping into you. Forgetting about your smooth rhythm. He starts drilling into you, not offering you anytime to breath or catch your breath. Moaning and screaming as he hits your spot with each stroke, your head falls into the crook of his neck because at this point you canât support yourself with him fucking your shit up.Â
âOh fuck, oh fuck,oh fuck⌠ErikâŚâ You says breathlessly with your mouth close to his ear.
âYou gonna cum baby?â He teases and you whimper nodding.
âTap out Y/Nâ He says seductively and you shake your head.Â
âSo stubborn⌠I told you I was gonna make you tap out and I will.â
With that he pulls you off of him and tells you to lay down on your stomach. Getting a pillowfrom underneath your head, He moves to put one under your stomach.
âI wonât lie Y/N⌠You had me for a little bit.â He says softly as he places soft kisses on your shoulder and behind your neck and you sigh. âBut you forgot somethingâŚâ He says as he begins to trail kisses on your back andhe begins alternating between sucking and kissing.Â
âWhatâs that?â You ask softly
âIâm not a big bad niggaâŚIâm that nigga..â And with that he slides into you
Iâm so happy yâall rate this. Itâs much appreciated and i really love all the notes i be getting. After much wait, I finally finished the third part so voilaâŚ.
I tried tagging everyone that requested it :) Lemme know what yall thinkÂ
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âTap out Y/Nâ You hear Erik say as you fight to get out of his hold. After trying to throw a few punches that he easily dodged Erik had decided to grab your arm and turn you into him. Very careful not to hurt you, heâs not even trying to hide the look of amusement as you struggle to get out of his grip.
âIâm⌠not⌠tapping outâ you say as you try to wiggle out of his arms but there was no breaking out.
Whining out his name you begin to complain as you keep wiggling with your back pressed to his chest and him crossing both your arms, âItâs unfair. Clearly you have the advantage because my top is in the wayâ You argue and he snorts.
âYour shirt is the reason that you canât beat my ass?â he questions as he carefully begins to release his hold on you.
âYes⌠let me go so I can take it off and properly fight you.â You say, sure of yourself.
Laughing and fully letting you go and giving you space, âTake it off then.â He says as he makes his way to fix the pillows on the floor that have been moved from your attempts to kick him and your falling on the floor frequently.
Pulling your shirt off your head, you throw it on the couch and wipe your hands on your spandex, âIight safe, stop going easy on me. Iâm not a little bitchâ You say as you look at him and he simply shakes his head.
âWhen you start actually fighting me and stop throwing your body around Iâll start tryingâ he retorts.
âYou suggested this fight and now youâre not even trying.â You say back. âSo fucking annoying.â You mumble under your breath as you size him up trying to finish.
âSpeak up if youâre talking shit Y/Nâ He says challenging him and you just shake your head as he walks closer to you. âFix your stance⌠youâre gonna fall over if you manage to get a punch inâ He tells you, pointing to your feet
You roll your eyes, âNigga⌠stop telling me what to do and just fight me.â
âBaby, you have one more time to roll your fucking eyes or call me some shit you know I donât like.â He says lowly, staring at the daring look in your own eyes as you calculate what youâre about to do.
âShut up or fight-â Your words are interrupted as he grabs your arms to pull you but rather than him pulling you to his chest. You feel his leg swipe under your legs and you feel your self fall to the ground. Letting out a quick yelp,  you  feel Erik come down with you pinning you on the floor. Your body trapped under him as he straddles you and holds your hands over your head with his left hand.. Grabbing your chin with his right hand he holds your head up so you can look at him.
âSay something else Y/N.â he says as he lowers his face closer to yours so you can hear the seriousness in his voice. With his face close you yours you canât help but see how he looks fed up with your shit and for a moment you stop moving from underneath him and shake your head.
His hair lightly brushing your face he leans by your ear to whisper, âI told you you were gonna trip and now you fell like the little bitch you said you werenâtâ
âIâm not a little bitchâ You say indignantly and he shakes his head.
âYou see baby at this point you are. You had all of this attitude. All these words but yet you had no hands.â
âI have hands, you just wouldnât let me be great.â
âBabyâŚâ He starts as he caresses your face so nicely, âIâve taught you better than this. Just take your loss and tap out.â He says as he leans into you.
âIâm not tapping outâ You say and he clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
âIight then He says and with those words he lets go of you and sits up only to grab both of your thighs annoyed he pulls your body even closer to you with a force. Your legs on both sides of his body naturally wrap around his waist and you let out a breath as he does this quickly.
âIâm going to make you tap out whether you want to or not.â
As your legs are wrapped around him and he says this dumb shit you prop your self up with your newly liberated arms and use your elbows to kind of sit up and look at him.
âAnd how are you going to do that.â
Leaning into you while letting his hands trail up and down your thighs he begins to kiss on your neck softly and you bite your lip while cautiously giving him more room to explore.
âDonât question my methods baby.â He mumbles against your skin as he continues to trail his mouth from your collarbone to your neck to that spot right behind your ear letting you feel his breath on you which causes you to squirm a little bit.
âYou know⌠for someone that was talking all that talk youâre in quite the precarious situationâ he states as he looks down at you under him his mouth centimetres from yours you sigh as you try to tilt your head up higher.
âErikâŚâ You say softly and he chuckles.
âSo now Iâm Erik huh?â He says as he shakes his head and you feel his dreads touching your face lightly with his slight movement, âWhat happened to fam⌠son or nigga? You had all that attitude and now look at you.â He says as he leans into you on to start kissing on your neck once again.
His hands still gripping your thighs he makes his way from your neck to your chestâ teasing the exposed cleavage from your sports bra with light kisses. Your now free hands move to his shoulders, trying to explore his back as you let out a soft moan in anticipation of what you knew what was going to happen. Glancing up to look at you once again he shakes his head and stops what heâs doing. Leaving you confused because you can see the wheels of mischief turning in his head.
Standing up, he walks to the couch and you just follow him with your eyes. He grabs your long-sleeved crop top that you were quick to discard and walks back to you. As he repositions himself to sit in between your legs by spreading them apart you reach out to touch him as you were earlier and he clicks his tongue and waves his finger.
âYou see⌠With all that shit you were talking. Youâre gonna keep your hands to yourself. Give me your hands.â He demands as he looks at you. And you shake your head.
âNah⌠What are you tryna do?â You question defiantly.
âY/N. Give. Me. Your. Hands. Now.â He says slowly and carefully and you quickly comply because you know that at this point heâs not playing.
Grabbing your wrists and putting them together to your chest he uses your shirt to tie them together and you try to break the tie apart but the both of you know thereâs no getting out of that. Letting out a groan you wiggle and he chuckles.
Standing up again and facing you; youâre once again confused.
âBruhâŚ.â You say and he just looks amused.
âSo here are the new rules Y/N. Â Whatvever I say, you do.â As youâre about to open your moth to object he cuts you off, âAll that shit you were talking is going to come back to you. I told you I was going to make you tap out and thatâs exactly whatâs happening. Now, Legs upâ
With no hesitation you put both of your legs up in the air and he begins sliding your spandex up. Pushing your butt higher in the air to make it easier for him. As he takes your pants off and throws them away with no care, he looks down at you with a smirk as youâre now left in a black thong and your sports bra. With his hands on your ankles, his hands begin to trail up and down simply feeling your exposed skin. He spreads both your legs and puts them down but ensures that there is enough space for him to sit between them.
Head in between both your thighs you can feel his smile as you wiggle with anticipation.
âY/N⌠You look so nice. So pretty⌠So sad youâve been acting upâ He mumbles as he begins to place soft kisses on the inside of your thighs and you let out a soft hiss to prevent from moaning.
âI havenât been acting up.â You say softly trying to play up sweet and he chuckles.
Still laying kisses on your thighs, you feel his hands come to your hips in order to properly steady you.
âYes you have. Youâve been a bad girl and itâs a shame because your mouth gets you in so much trouble but your pussy is such a good girl. She listens to meâ He says as he looks up at you while now sucking your skin, âShe never acts up and she tastes so good baby girl⌠And now I have to punish her because you wanted to act upâŚâ
As the kisses and sucking intensifies you groan as you try to move your hips but his hands are preventing you and with your hands tied there isnât much for you to do or anywhere to go.
âErik⌠PleaseâŚâ
Smirking, he lets one hand move from your hip and moves it towards your pussy and he begins rubbing your clit softly at first and your hips begin moving with his hand as you let out a soft moan.
âThere ya go princess⌠Let it out.â He chuckles as he looks up at you and you bite your lip shaking your head still not wanting him to win. Seeing this as a challenge, the rubbing intensifies and it isnât until he moves your panty to the side  inserts one finger inside you, spreading your lips apart and with that you let out a loud moan.
âEr⌠PleaseâŚâ You begin as he continues to rib and finger you and he still laughs.
âPlease what Y/N⌠Talk your talkâŚâ He challenges as he moves to kiss your thighs again and you shake your head. Feeling his hair graze on your thighs and his lips begin to kiss your outer lips. His tongue gently tracing each lip as his finger moves inside you. âSo wet baby⌠I told you she was a good girl.â
As he moves from kissing you pussy lips slowly and opting to suck and lick, the hand previously used to finger you has now moved to the top of your pelvis to ensure your body isnât moving too much and also to allow his thumb to begin rubbing your clit much faster than before.
âTalk all that shit you were talking babyâ He whispers, his mouth so close to your clit you could cry. Shaking your head he laughs as his mouth begins sucking on your clit and his tongue begins to trace it. Your moans load and your legs wrapping around his head you can feel his smile. As you look down at him you feel can see the mischievous smile in his eyes as he continues to suck on your clit fervently and it isnât until he enters two fingers in you as he keeps sucking that you gasp out his name.
âThatâs right baby say my name.â He encourages as you can no longer stop the moans. His mouth and fingers dancing together to give you please your head rolls back and youâre left looking at the ceiling. âLook at me babygirlâ He orders and you all but shake your head.
With his free hand, he gives your left ass cheeks a smack and repeats himself. âI said look at meâ He says with much more force and you obey and his hand moves to grip you closer to him as youâre been moving too much. Chucking he looks up at you and begins humming against your clit as his fingers move in and out of you finding your spot with each stroke.
âFUCKâ You let out in a soft whimper as you feel your legs begin to shake he begins finger fucking you much faster and sucking even harder. âErik Please⌠Pleaseâ You begin to beg and with that you feel his fingers exit you and his mouth come off you. Looking down at him almost emotional and confused you mutter out a âWhatâ
âY/N⌠I told you I was going to make you tap out⌠This was just the beginning.â
With that he stands up and hoists you on his back carrying you to his bedroom.
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heavy breathing and licking by my ear (people donât talk about about tongue in ear for me) just sucking my ear lobe
man grabbing my hands and putting it by his head top to let me know he wants me to grind my pretty kitty in his face
i want a nigga to chuckle and ask me âwhy you running away? thought you said you could handle the dickâ
giving me long slow strokes as his hand moves to my neck and he squeezes lightly for me to not die but enough so that i feel the pressure; quickening the pace with his hand around my neck still he lowers his head and just runs his tongue and mouth by my ear and neck and lets me know how good my pussy is
i can speak at length and maybe i need to get back into writing but lol i wannabFUCK
hi ive been looking for this fic i read months ago. its with sam and i think its called sugar plum and the reader is a baker and its their first time together. pleasee help
Hi!! It is called Sugar Plum by my good sis @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers đ. Iâm adding the story here
AN: JustâŚfluffy smutty smut on this Holy day. Smfh. Y'all are enablers I swearâŚ
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Summary: You and Yahya had a 4-year relationship not too long ago. The love was strong, and the forecast was happily ever after, but cloudy skies bring thunderstorms and your relationship ended. Neither of you really ever got over the other, no matter how hard you tried. Two years later, youâre back in your hometown for work when you get the shock of your life by coming face to face with none other than your ex-fiancĂŠe, Yahya who is getting married but not to you.Â
Note: This two shot is inspired by âSelfishâ by Rihanna & Dirt Bag F**ure and âWhat Ifâ by Babyface
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Your frustration at the night and the two of the mob men coming to dinner and sweeping your aunt off her feet had given way to melancholy silence that you had sought out by sneaking out of the dinner party from hell to find some solace on the patio set on the small balcony attached to your auntâs apartment.
While Steve and Bucky and Peter and May were all having a great discussion about the political turmoil set in some of the great works of Shakespeare and Wilde, you needed air. You needed air and the ability to get a clear thought in your head as your emotional state had taken a nosedive into self-pity. Seeing Steve and Bucky with Peter and May had inflicted a series of conflicting wants and needs that further stirred your emotional distress.
Seeing them all together had given rise to your desire to have a functional and thriving relationship again. It made you want to be in a relationship that tested you, that pushed the barriers of what you could take in an effort to make you better than you were.
You didnât want a stale and boring relationship that had left little to be desired. But where were you supposed to go from here?
You were a prickly bitch who had built up so many walls and iron defences that it would take a special kind of man to navigate the cracks.
Men like Steve and Bucky.
However, if you opened yourself up again, that would leave you feeling vulnerable. You had already lost too many people you cared about, so many people you loved beyond measure. And losing them had made you jaded and hardened and so damn vulnerable and scared.
You were scared. You were terrified of letting someone into your life again because you were afraid of loving them. You were afraid of giving them your whole heart and having it all turn to ash and dust.
Your parents had been the first loss, the first detrimental experience of loss that left you completely shattered. Then, your uncle Ben got mugged and killed. He was shot and killed for less than $20 in his wallet.
Your uncle Ben was like your second father. Your uncle Ben was always your favourite person, and you and him, the two of you, were kindred spirits. When he died, you felt like you had lost another father. Pieces of your heart were broken and haphazardly repaired and glued together.
The relationship with your ex-boyfriend had been undignifying, and you had looked past all the cheating and the desperation because youâd been lonely.
Your loneliness led to your boyfriend cheating on you because you didnât seem to give a damn. He thought he could get away with it, and when you broke it off, he moved back with his ex-girlfriend and had spent the following weeks and months to get back with you.
Your life went on, and you kept yourself guarded. You saved yourself at a distance from anyone who may have wanted a relationship because you didnât want to make yourself seem available.
Then when you met Steve and Bucky, your world was flipped upside down by two mafia men who allowed you to be such a snarky bitch with them and instead of them being annoyed or revolted, instead of them acting like big, bad alpha males who could have put you in your place, they entertained your fir and your spark.
For every remark youâd made, they had endless patience to handle it. For every critical and long-winded, aggressive stance you took with them, they had allotted themselves the ability to find you attractive and impeccably strong.
You didnât feel strong. You felt as if you were going to crumble.
And that was no more apparent than tonight. Their soft and gentle touches had come from a place of genuine affection and care while you were still waiting for that figurative shoe to drop and create a chasm that would fall you back to a place of inevitable loneliness.
It was as if you couldnât believe that they wanted you. It was as if you were trying to self-sabotage a relationship with two people who could and probably would be your perfect fit.
You were out for 15 minutes without them, to the exact minute when you heard the door sliding open and a throat clearing. You lifted your head and watched him walk out with a thick blanket in one hand and a mug in the other.
He smiled small and almost apologetically like he was sorry for disturbing your solace, but not sorry enough to leave you alone. Still, he brought a peace offering with the mug of whatever he had and the thick blanket that would stave off any chill that was inevitably coming from the changes in season.
âDone schmoozing?â You didnât look at him. You kept your eyes focused on the skyline with your legs pulled up to your chest.
âYou invited us, princess.â Bucky moved closer to you, the sound of his shoes on the concrete of the balcony briefly distracting you from the sound of the neighbour aboveâs stereo. âWhyâd you invite us if you didnât want us to make an impression on your aunt?â
âYeah, well, in case you didnât hear, my plan to sabotage myself failed.â You sighed and shifted on the patio chaise.
âWhy are you trying to sabotage yourself, honey?â
âMaybe because all my relationships are cursed.â You frowned, listening to Bucky moving to take the seat beside your chaise.
âCurses? Baby?â Bucky sank to the seat and set the mug on the table between you two.
âMock me now,â you reached for the mug and lifted it to your lips, catching the scent of cinnamon and honey, vanilla and lilac, âbut wait until you hear my pathetic history-â
âEnlighten me,â Bucky said back and draped his arms across the back of the seat.
âEveryone Iâve ever loved has left me, or cheated or died or got mugged-â
âYour uncle Ben-â
âMy parents died. They died in a plane crash. My ex-boyfriend cheated on me because he didnât think I gave a damn, but every time someone leaves, I lose.â
âBaby-â
âMy uncle Ben-â your breath caught in your throat, and you found it hard to breathe. You could barely form the words that had graced the tip of your tongue. How were you supposed to tell him? Why were you ever telling him anything? Why were you finding Bucky Barnes a reliable confidante?
âMy uncle Ben was like my second father. When my dad died, he was my everything. He was there for me. He wasâŚwe were so similar it was like we were the same person. And then heâŚâ your bottom lip trembled, and your vision blurred. You shielded your face with your left hand and felt those first few hot, salty tears rolling down your cheeks. âHe was mugged. He has mugged and shot. He had less than $20 in his wallet, and someone still killed him. For less than 20 dollars.â
âY/N-â
âAnd then my ex-â you lowered your hand and looked at him, wiping at your tears. âAlmost everyone I love and have loved had gotten hurt or cheated or died, and Iâm scared. Iâm afraid of losing another person. Peter-â
Bucky moved from where he was sitting and approached you. He grabbed the cup from your hand and set it back down on the table. He made sure it wouldnât fall, and then he nudged you over. As he sat down beside you on the chaise, he pulled on your arm and pulled you into his lap.
Youâd donât protest. You laid against him and gripped the front of his shirt as you broke down. You cried against his chest; you let loose all that you had held in while Bucky draped the blanket across you both.
âI canât stop Peter, and I couldnât stop Peter. I couldnât stop him from pursuing this,â your nails dug into his chest through his shirt, but he didnât stop you, âI know peter wanted to do it because he thought that if he had someone-â
You couldnât speak again. Your crying had picked up, and all you could manage to make were small and pathetic-sounding whimpers. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you further into his lap before he moved his left arm.
He brushed his hand down the back of your head, down your neck and back. He repeated the motion as often as he could, soothing you slowly.
âIâm afraid of losing people. Iâve already lost so many people that matter to me. I put up these walls and hope that no one will be interested enough to try and break them down. I make myself as emotionally unavailable as possible because I canât take another loss.â
âYouâre gonna make yourself lonely, princess.â Bucky turned his head and kissed into your hair. âYouâre so afraid of losing someone else that youâre starving yourself of love and affection.â
âBucky-â you shift to look up at him.
âSteve and I arenât going anywhere.â He leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose.
âYou canât promise that.â
âYou canât spend your life being afraid to trust someone with your fragile heart.â
âWhereâd you hear that? The hallmark channel?â You smirked and laughed under your breath.
âI watch them sometimes.â
âYou do not.â You pushed yourself up slightly, your eyes locking. âYou? One of the leaders of the New York mafia watches Hallmark movies?â
âSometimes when Iâm drunk-â
âOh god,â you laughed and rested your forehead against his shoulder, âyouâre not just a basic bitch; youâre soft.â
âBeneath a metal shell.â He tapped your hip. âSounds like someone else I know.â
âYeah, wellâŚIâm cursed.â
âIf someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean you should build a wall around it and quit loving. Redirect your love.â
âWow.â the one word was all you could express.
âWeâre asking for a chance, princess. Give us a chance.â He brushed his hand down the expanse of your back. âDonât shut your beautiful heart off to the world.â
You hummed and shifted yourself closer to him, nuzzling your cheek against his warmth. You tucked yourself into him, curling up almost like a babe on a motherâs chest, seeking protection and warmth, comfort and care.
âI have nothing else to lose.â You sighed.
âThatâs a yes.â Bucky grinned and kissed into your hair, tugging the blanket further up the two of you.
He sat there in silence with you, listening to the sound of your breathing until he noticed your breathing had evened out.
When he glanced at you, he saw you sleeping on his chest, your hands still fisting his shirt. Your eyes were closed, with a single stray tear rolling down your cheek. Bucky had made quick work of the stray tear, brushing it away and then resting his chin on top of your head.
He held you, sitting motionless not to disturb you, and even when he saw Steve approaching the balcony and the door opened, Bucky stayed motionless.
âYou look cozy,â Steve smirked, approaching the two of you, âshe okay?â
âYeah,â Buckyâs arms tightened around you, âour girlâs gonna be alright.â
