#chrisnextdoor

Agent00 x reader

A/n while writing this I’m also watching agents screen rnnn😭

Title: “Only Use My Card, Baby”💋

It started with a kiss and a black card.

You were sitting cross-legged on Agent’s bed, scrolling through Pinterest boards titled “Fall Fashion Inspo 🍂” and “Designer Wishlist”, hair still damp from your shower, wearing one of Agent’s oversized tees. Agent was sitting at his desk setting up his stream when she casually mentioned she might go shopping later with the girls.

“Use my card,” he said without even looking up. You blinked softly . “Babe… I can use my own card.” Now he turned around, giving you a look that Agent look the one where his brows lift like, did you really just say that to me?

“Y/n,” he said, standing up and walking over. “You’re my girl. You don’t pay for anything when I got you. Especially not when you’re shopping.”He reached into his wallet, pulled out his limitless black card, and pressed it into your hand with a small smirk.

“You better max out Neiman Marcus and not feel bad about it.” You bit your lip, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.” You say with a soft chuckle coming out.“And you’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “Now go remind the world you’re my princess.”

You stepped out of the black Escalade with your group of three close girlfriends Ari, Tati, and May. All of them influencers, models, or streamers in their own right. But none of them had Agent00’s black card in their purse. From the moment you swiped it at the first boutique Fendi, her girls were stunned.

Tati who’s mouth is a bit open out of shocked, turned to you with a expression that only surprised, “Wait… is that—IS THAT AGENT’S BLACK CARD?!”

“Nah. That’s the card. The no-limit one. Girl, you livin’ the dream!” Ari who joined into the conversation soon after. May who also became part of the conversation soon after. “I’d be too scared to touch that card. I’d walk around with gloves on like it’s a sacred object.”

You just laughed, scanning the racks with a soft, satisfied grin. “He made me promise I wouldn’t use my own card. I literally tried and he was like, ‘absolutely not.’” “So he’s not just fine and tall—he’s romantic, generous, and loyal??” One of the girls chimed in.

They all cracked up as You tried on pieces and asked for opinions a mocha brown leather skirt, a sleek olive green bodycon dress, an oversized designer hoodie that went straight into the yes pile. With each swipe of the card, the cashier said, “Would you like to bag this or ship it to the address on file?” And you just smiled and said, “Ship it.”

“Girl, he really got you living like a little trophy wife.”

“And you didn’t even have to ask! He just gave it to you?”

You nodded, pulling your long H/c hair into a ponytail. “Yeah… I think he just likes spoiling me. I didn’t grow up like that, so it still surprises me.”

They all got quiet for a moment, watching her talk about him with that glow — the kind of glow you don’t fake. Not with money. Not with social media. Just real affection.

“He’s in love with you. I’ve never seen Agent smile like he does when you’re around.” Tati said as she offered you a kind smile. Ari came right beside you and put a her hand on your shoulder, “Remember when we saw that one stream and he kissed your forehead after you were eating cereal out the pot? That’s love.”

The employees knew Y/n and her girls were coming. They were escorted into a private room lined with velvet couches, champagne glasses, and curated displays.

Employee:

“Miss L/n, Mr. Muktar already called ahead. Whatever you like, we’ll take care of it.” May who’s mouth is wide than you could ever imagine from the amount of shocked that she is feeling,“OH. MY. GOD.”

“He called ahead?!” You just blushed and shook her head. “He’s ridiculous. But I can’t lie… I like it.”

They were walking out with over ten shopping bags, laughing like high schoolers skipping class.

The girls are now teasing you and saying little comments about this stunt that Agent pulled.

“My man still owes me gas money and you just left with a Dior saddle bag and new Yeezy boots.”

“I want an Agent00 in my life.”

“You deserve it, N/n. You really do. You’ve always been the softest one, and look — now you got someone who treats you like gold.”

Y/n’s Vlog – “Luxury Girl Day With My Girls 💕”

You posted everything — the bags, the black card, the fashion haul, your friends teasing you and hyping you up in the dressing room. The comments were blowing up.

“Agent better marry her at this point”

“The way she said ‘he told me not to use my own card’ so casually 😭”

“This is what we mean when we say spoil your girl”

“She’s glowingggggg omg”

Y/n got back to the house and dropped a few bags in the living room while Agent was streaming. He muted his mic when he saw you walk in. “Hey, princess,” he said with a smile, arms already open. You walked over and kissed him, whispering, “I didn’t even spend that much…”

He raised a brow. “You spent six racks at Louis Vuitton, three at Fendi, two at Saks, and another thousand at Sephora—” “Okay okay, I’ll make you a sandwich,” you laughed, sitting in his lap.

Duke Dennis x fem!reader (no face claim but poc!reader friendly)

Part one: Unrequited Love Disclaimer: this is written by a dyslexic person – please forgive any grammar and spelling errors

TW: swearing, themes of drinking, sexual harassment and comparing body types

Plot: You and Duke have been friends for years, but you have had a crush on him for a while. At an AMP pool party, you reach breaking point.

Word count: 965

The wet, glistening caramel-toned skin of scantily clad women sparkle in the sun as they dance evocatively around the pool. You feel a bit out of place because – although, being a vision of beauty – you know his type is IG baddies and BBL bandits. Your naturally droopy E-cup tits and grabable ass might not be his cup of tea, but then why do you care? 

You and Duke have been friends for a couple of years now. You were a journalist and sometimes you get the perk of the odd brand trip. While atop of a snowy ski slope in Switzerland, the two of you hit it off and your friendship made it out of the group chat. 

Since then, he’d invite you around to do cool stuff together – just as friends. You’ve been a frequent visitor at the AMP house and have become good friends with the guys, particularly Agent, Kai and Fanum. Duke’s whole fandom even knows you’re one of his best friends and always ask when you’d pop up next in one of his streams. 

So, it wasn’t strange for you to be there, standing by the bar downing shots of Casamigos with the AMP lot at their latest pool party. You wipe the spilt liquor on your chin with the sleeve of your shrug and fix the matching leopard print bikini you wore. Don’t lie to yourself: these girls couldn’t hold a candle to you. But, watching Duke lean back and let one of those IG models slam their round bumper on his crotch made you feel a way.

About two years into your friendship, his dazzling smile and Southern charm started to melt your heart. When you looked into his chocolate-coloured eyes, you felt a flutter in your stomach that you never had before. You’ve been meaning to tell him but, come on, you look so good – surely he’d just take a hint. 

Well, there’s nothing alcohol and good music can’t help. The anxiety of wondering whether Duke got your signals or not vanishes while you throw it back to some Sexyy Red. You be sure to scream the chorus to ‘Looking For The Hoes’ and act out with all you two’s mutuals. Even one lucky fella gets a whine from you when the dancehall music comes on. 

While Duke was having his own star moment on the other side of the pool, you did too where you were. By the end of the night, you were both going to be the talk of the party. 

However, your time takes a turn for the worst when you glance over at the foine dark-skinned man shoving his tongue down the throat of some big-booty hussie. You sulk, dropping your head down to look at your pretty blue-tip toes. 

“Hey, gang!” Kai says, tapping you on the arm. “Yo, why you mad sour right now?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you lied.

“Well, come take this shot then!” he rebutted, handing you your 15th shot of the night. 

You’ve never been a lightweight but no one can survive this level of alcohol. Your quest to drown your feelings has gone too far and people are starting to notice due to the way your eyes glaze over and your lack of spatial awareness. 

You throw your ass around the slippery poolside, worrying all of your friends who think you’re doing way too much. Even at one point, your nipple slipped out and you didn’t even know until Zoe rushed over and fixed it for you. 

Agent runs over and tells Duke about your condition while he has the same broad on his lap. “Man, she’s a grown-ass woman. She don’t need no babysitter!” Duke exclaims back. 

“Please, dude, look,” Agent points over at you, stumbling aimlessly around the pool with a goofy smile on your face. He also sees a weirdo lurking behind you. The same man she danced with before (who was a random guest at the house) comes behind you and grabs your hips, trying to force you to dance on him again. You weakly push him away as who the fuck grinds to Chief Keef, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He tightens his grip on your waist and swiftly closes the gap between you. You drop your glass and it shatters, making a loud crashing sound, but the party still goes on as normal. 

The swift commotion causes Duke to quickly (after excusing himself from what would have been his flavour of the day) come to your defence and shove the man off of you. 

“What the fuck are you doing, bro? She don’t want your ugly-ass,” Duke boomed and squared up to the man. He got a few looks, but still, most partygoers went on like nothing was happening. 

“What’s your problem? She’s fair game,” the man said eerily, “I don’t see no ring on her finger and, earlier, she was all over me. She wants this.”

Clearly paralytic, you clung onto Duke’s side for stability. You look up at him with a look he knew all too well. 

Agent finally returns - this time, with security - to where you and Duke were.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Duke barked at the guy, pushing him towards the big burly men who scooped the creep up.

“No, you don’t understand,” he tried to argue while being dragged away. “She wants me! She wants me so bad.”

Duke ripped you off his side and threw you over his shoulder. 

“What the fuck? Put me- put me dooowwwnnn,” you hiccuped, trying to fight the bile rising up your throat. 

You have to wait a couple minutes for him to grand your request. Duke plops you on a bed - his bed - and stares at you in utter disbelief.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Agent and Nicole’s Story

The bustling anticipation of the AMP Christmas Party in 2024 hung in the air like the sweet aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg. It was a festive promise whispering through the halls. However, in the heart of the chaos, the kitchen was a storm of confusion of cameras and cutlery. The chef, Marcus, typically a maestro orchestrating culinary symphonies, found himself unraveling like an overcooked strand of spaghetti. His resolve crumbled under the weight of outlandish requests and relentless cameras.

The bright lights of the filming crew cast a harsh glow over the once-inviting kitchen, transforming it into a glaring arena of scrutiny. Marcus hadn’t signed up for this theatrical performance; he had envisioned a night of culinary creation, not a reality show. Where every glance was magnified, every stumble recorded. The vibrant clatter of pots and pans reverberated like a war drum, punctuating his internal battle as he fought to keep his composure amidst the chaos.

As the tension crescendoed, Agent, poised at the brink of a successful day, prepared to end his stream. It was a moment that felt like the calm before a tempest, where the air thrummed with unspoken words and unshed frustrations. Just then, the door swung open with a flourish, and Davis strolled in, a beacon of easy confidence. 

“Agent, you good?” he inquired, his voice a melodic counterpoint to the discord in the kitchen. 

“Just checking on you, man. Are you ready for the party?”

Agent managed a strained smile, though inside, he felt like a juggler with too many flaming torches. He grabbed his phone and headed toward the door. 

“Yeah, I’m ready for the party, of course,” he replied, though his voice lacked the conviction he wished to convey. 

Once Agent finally stepped into the party, the atmosphere enveloped him like a warm, fuzzy blanket. The music pulsed through the air, a living entity that vibrated against his skin. Almost immediately, he found himself at the bar, where he poured a drink with a flourish, the ice clinking like little bells celebrating the season. Chris, with his charismatic grin, was present, excitement radiating from him like the twinkling lights strung across the room. 

“AMP Christmas party man, y'all ready?” he declared, his voice electric with enthusiasm, a spark that ignited the gathering throng.

“Are you ready? You playing your new music tonight?” Agent asked. 

“Hell yeah, hey everybody. Excuse me?” Chris says climbing onto the bar top. 

He congratulates the group on a successful year and expresses his excitement for the future. He wishes everyone a Merry Christmas and introduces his new album, which will be played throughout the night. The room erupts with cheers and applause. This is Chris' 3rd album coming straight after a sweep at the Grammys this year. 

Meanwhile, Agent is sitting at the kitchen bar, talking to Duke. Duke leaned casually, his demeanor cool and detached. Agent animatedly pitched his latest idea, gesturing with the enthusiasm of someone who clearly hadn’t registered Duke’s lack of interest.

"Look, man," Duke interrupted, his voice steady but firm, "We’re at a Christmas party, not a damn board meeting. Can we leave work alone for tonight?"

Agent blinked, taken aback, before offering a sheepish grin. “Alright, alright. Just thought I’d seize the moment.”

Duke chuckled, shaking his head. “Man seize a drink nigga.”

Just then, Davis reappeared, his eyes alight with mischief. "Agent, come on. There’s someone I think you’ll like."

Agent raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Man, I told you, I’m good."

Davis wasn’t deterred. "Just trust me," he said, his voice smooth, almost conspiratorial.

Agent sighed but eventually pushed off the bar, following Davis through the throng of partygoers. The hum of anticipation grew as they wove through the crowd, Agent’s curiosity reluctantly piqued. 

As Davis led Agent through the lively party, the pulsating music and flickering lights created an intoxicating atmosphere. The crowd parted slightly as they approached a cozy corner of the room where a group of friends were laughing and sipping on festive cocktails.

There, sitting on a plush loveseat with a glass of wine in hand, was Nicole. She exuded a quiet confidence, her laughter light and infectious. Her dark curls framed her face, and her eyes sparkled like the ornaments hanging from the massive Christmas tree in the center of the room.

“Agent, meet Nicole,” Davis said, gesturing with a wide grin. “She just moved to Atlanta from D.C., and she’s an author.”

Nicole stood and extended her hand, her smile warm and inviting. “Nice to meet you, Agent. Davis has been hyping you up.”

Agent shook her hand, his usual bravado momentarily softened by her presence. “Good looking out bro. I hope it was all good.”

“Mostly,” she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “So, what’s this I hear about you being the brains behind some of AMP’s biggest projects?”

Agent chuckled, a hint of pride creeping into his tone. “I might’ve had a hand in a few things.”

Davis clapped him on the back. “And you’re too modest, bro. Nicole, this man makes sure we all look good. Without him, we’d be a mess.”

Nicole raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like you’re the glue holding everything together.”

Agent shrugged, a playful smirk on his lips. “Someone’s gotta keep these guys in check.”

“And you’re an author. What kind of books do you write?” 

“I got my Master’s in Creative Writing. I’m a children’s book author. I love kids,” she replied with a smile. 

“Hold on, you write books for kids, you’re smart and beautiful. Don’t tell me you help sick animals ‘cuz now we’re getting into Disney princess territory” Agent says playfully in between a laugh. 

Nicole laughed brushing her hand on his shoulder. 

They continued to chat, their conversation flowing effortlessly. As the night wore on, the party buzzed around them, but Agent found himself increasingly drawn to Nicole’s wit and charm. The storm outside raged on, but inside, the warmth of connection and the holiday spirit made the night feel magical.

For once, Agent wasn’t thinking about work or pitching a new idea—just the moment, and the promise of what could come next.

2 YEARS LATER

“Babe, the Uber is here. You ready?” Agent calls out to Nicole. 

“Yeah, one second,” Nicole called out looking at her phone and then looking at the cameras she was setting up in her daughter's room. Avery was 2 years old and the light of their lives 

She moved with purpose, her hands deftly setting up an array of cameras that resembled playful toys more than the serious guardians they were meant to be. Each camera, perched like watchful sentinels, was strategically placed to capture every heartbeat of her daughter’s daily life. A digital eye in nearly every corner of their home, ensuring that not a single moment slipped through her fingers. Nicole, ever the perfectionist, was a whirlwind of Type A energy, her mind a kaleidoscope of worries revolving around the safety and happiness of her child.

As she adjusted the last camera, the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed up the staircase, pulling her from her thoughts. It was Agent, his voice cutting through the air with an almost playful urgency. 

“What are you doing? Are you fixing those cameras again?” he teased, though a hint of concern laced his words. 

"She’s gonna be fine. Come on, we gotta go!" His tone was a gentle reminder that sometimes, letting go was just as important as watching closely.

With a determined nod, Nicole turned her attention back to the camera, angling it meticulously to ensure it captured the entire expanse of the room, a veritable stage where her daughter would play, dream, and create. Most important to Nicole was safety. “Just a second!” she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of anxiety and love. Agent, impatient yet affectionate, tugged at her hand, urging her toward the door. 

In a flurry of activity, Nicole’s daughter appeared, her eyes bright with innocence and excitement. 

“Okay, Mom, everything is in there,” she chirped, her small hands holding a bundle of emergency numbers—an arsenal of safety measures that belied her young age.

 “Here’s the emergency number. Here’s the hotel contact. Here’s where we’re going on our excursion. And this is the chauffeur’s number.” The list flowed from her lips like a well-rehearsed script, each detail meticulously memorized, an echo of her mother’s diligent preparations.

“Nicole, leave her. I’ve dealt with kids before. She will be fine,” Her mother, Joyce, reassured her, his voice soothing yet firm. He leaned in, planting a kiss on Avery’s forehead, pulling her into a tight embrace, a gesture of love wrapped in the fabric of their family. Nicole mirrored his affection, enveloping her daughter in her arms, holding on as if she could imprint the warmth of that moment into her very soul. 

“I love you, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“Have fun, Nicole! Try not to worry so much. We’ll be fine,” her mother’s voice chimed, a blend of encouragement and mild exasperation. 

Agent, keen to lighten the mood, assured his mother-in-law, 

“We’re going to have fun, I promise. She’s going to relax! His confidence was infectious, a buoyant promise that hung in the air like a fresh breeze.

Stepping outside, the world greeted them with a cacophony of summer sounds. Nicole slid into the back seat of the Uber, the leather cool against her skin, while Agent wrestled with their bags, stowing them away in the trunk with practiced ease. As she rolled down the window, the warm air rushed in, wrapping around her like a familiar embrace. 

“Bye, baby! I love you!” she called out, her heart aching with both love and reluctance.

Agent chuckled beside her, shaking his head in mock disbelief. 

“How are you even saying that? We in the car,” he asked, incredulous. 

“From the cameras, they have audio!” 

“Oh my God,” he retorted, his eyes glimmering with a mix of humor and exasperation. 

“You’re a helicopter mom, Nicole—this is a new level of control. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were cameras in the bathroom, just to monitor how long I take a shit.” 

“Yeah, well, your average is about five minutes,” she shot back, a playful grin spreading across her face. “We need to get you some fiber,” she quipped, a teasing spark lighting her gaze.

“Oh my God, you are not going to control how long I shit, Nic” he began, laughter mingling with frustration. 

“I’m not… we’ll get a green juice at the airport,” she says while looking at the cameras on her phone still.

“Nicole, we are going on vacation! Come on!” he exclaimed, trying to pry the phone from her hands.

Their playful banter filled the car, a lighthearted harmony that intertwined with the anticipation of adventure ahead, as the city faded into the background, and the horizon opened up before awaiting their upcoming holiday. It was almost their wedding anniversary, and excitement filled the air. He looked at her and said, 

“Don’t you want to have fun? Everyone will be there.” Agent asked passing Nicole a glass of champagne. 

She replied eagerly, “Yes, I want to have fun.” He promised her they would have the best time and assured her that Avery was safe.

Not even 3 hours into the journey, she kept checking the cameras, prompting Agent to ask,

 “You don’t trust me, bro,” he sighed looking at her.  

She explained, “Babe no I do. I’m just looking. Is there any way to call my mom?” He frowned, saying there was no way to do that. 

“How are you even getting to the cameras? They’re on a private server,” he asked. She admitted she had bought the plane's Wi-Fi to check on Avery.

He scolded her lightly, “You bought Wi-Fi to watch our daughter? We’re on vacation, and you’re supposed to relax. No cameras, no editors calling about your next book, nothing Nic.” 

She replied, “I know, but this is the farthest we have been away from her, and I ju…” He cut her off, emphasizing that it was their anniversary and she should leave work behind.

 “Avery is safe with your mom,” he added. She then revealed her phone, showing a camera positioned above their daughter’s crib. Agent grabbed the phone out of her hands.

“Promise me you’ll put it away,” he insisted. She nodded, but when he took her phone and held it up, he said, 

“Look around. We’re in first class, flying to an island off Greece. This is the dream.”

“We can pretend to be castaways on an island, with nothing but tropical fruits and wine. Naked…” 

“I promise,” she said, wanting her phone back. 

“No phone, you can have it back once we go home,” he replied. 

“You can’t do that! What if she needs us?” Nicole replied nervously.

“You need to relax and have fun. Maybe we can even join the mile-high club.” She laughed at the idea, but he encouraged her to let loose.

He pulled her closer, kissing her softly and placing his hand softly on her throat. His other hand gilded gently over her body, slipping his hand into her sweatpants. Passing over her panties and gently guiding his fingers to her clit. Nicole moaned softly, she looked around, startled, and grabbed his wrist. 

“What are you doing? We’re on a plane…There are people here,” she gasped cupping her hand over her mouth to stop a moan from escaping. 

“And I don’t give a fuck.” He whispered and continued, wanting to help her relax. He circled her clit with deep pressure and let her coat his fingers as they became in sync with her hips rolling. Kissing her again deeply. 

His touch made her close her eyes, and soft sounds escaped her lips as he whispered into her ear, “This is how I want you to be. Relaxed…” He groaned quietly. “Relaxed and so fucking wet.” 

He kissed her neck, increasing the intensity of his movements. She felt a rush of sensations and urged him to go faster. He obliged and increased his pace. As the moment intensified, they lost themselves in each other, and the world around them faded away.

After they disembark from the plane, Kai and Elise greet the group. They all hop into a car and head to one of the resorts owned by Druski, allowing them to get a good deal. Excitedly, Kai announces their plans to celebrate, popping open a bottle of champagne and instructing the driver to turn up the music.

Upon arrival, they admire the beautiful hotel. Elyse mentions that their friends will join them on a private part of the island. They are introduced to two men named Michael and Samson. 

"These niggas came straight from the Bible or something?" Agent jokes. 

Nicole and Kai laugh quietly and tell him to stop. The men offer to take their bags and meet them on the island.

They board a small, blue boat, and as they glide over the water, Nicole comments on how much she wishes Avery could see this. 

"You're right babe, but she's also 2 years old. She'd probably be asking where's The Little Mermaid the whole time."  

"Just let me call them so they know we made it. Please, please!" she begs him. 

"They have our location, babe. Even then we are on a BOAT!" he exclaims to her, rolling his eyes. 

"C'mon y'all- it's shot o'clock!" Kai hands Nicole each 2 shot glasses. 

"Bae if you le-" Agent interrupts her and grabs her face. 

"Take your shots Nicole!" he tilts her head back and pours one into her mouth. She winces at the burn of the fiery liquid. And Kai and Elyse celebrate. Nicole lets out a deep sigh and looks at her husband.

Once they reach the island, the resort is amazing. It is a waterfront and they step right onto the beach. They are greeted by one of the staff from the resort. 

“Welcome to the Ilse of Druski,” she says handing them each a lanyard with a room key attached to it. 

“When are our bags arriving?” asks Nicole. 

Agent sighs,” Yes my wife would like to observe our daughter. She is being held hostage by Cocomelon.” Kai and Elyse laugh. 

“It's crazy and we are very concerned,” he adds with a sarcastic tone. Nicole rolls her eyes at him. 

“Your bags should be here any minute. Your other party should be joining you soon.” the woman explains. 

“You are safe here. The only people staying on the island, including yourselves, are the staff.” she guides them inside. 

Nicole and Agent enter their room that is adorned with rose petals, a bottle of champagne, and a fruit platter. Nicole is impressed and turns to Agent.

"Kai really went all out for us." 

"Oh this was not Kai, this was all me." 

"Oh really?" Nicole says, grabbing him closer to her. 

She kisses him and the taste of alcohol lingers on her lips. He playfully tosses her onto the bed. He climbs on top of her and kisses her lips while tugging at her shirt. She turns and pushes him back onto the bed. Climbing on top of him she flips her long braids back and guides his hands to her breasts. He bites at them, teasing her with small kisses in between. Nicole moans and bites her lip to mute herself.

"No one is here babe, I wanna hear you." Agent bites her lip and trails kisses down to her neck. Nicole moans and throws her head back grabbing at his shoulders. 

Just then the door opens and Davis bursts into the room. 

"AMP on the island let's go!" he exclaims. They all pause. 

"Hi, Davis," Nicole says, breathless. 

"Bro, what the fuck?" Agent screams. 

"Am I interrupting?" 

"Yes, nigga! You don't know how to knock?" 

"It's okay, I was just leaving" 

"What- no!" Agent yells as Nicole hops off of the bed. 

"It's okay," Nicole reaches and grabs her sunglasses. "I was just going to meet the girls." 

"Babe, wait wait" Agent leaps off of the bed and grabs Nicole's hand. 

"I thought we were gonna finish what we started on the plane?" he whispers to her. 

"Relax baby, we got all the time in the world," Nicole replies mockingly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

"I see what you're doing. That's cute." Agent laughs back, kissing her again. Nicole hugs Davis and waves to them both as she exits. 

Davis looks at Agent. 

"I didn't know y'all was," Davis says in a meek tone making a kissing face gesture with his hands.

"You didn't knock either dumbass nigga" Agent screams at him. 

Nicole stepped into the lively atmosphere, her heart racing with excitement as she spotted Elyse and Davis’s girlfriend. They rushed toward each other, arms wide open, embracing in a joyful hug. 

“Y'all ready for this week?” Elyse exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Everyone isn’t here yet, but Victoria and Duke just landed, and Fanum and Lucy’s plane is still unloading. They should be here in about thirty minutes.”

“Sounds like we have some time to kill,” Nicole replied, grinning. “Should we grab a drink at the bar?”

“Absolutely!” Elyse chimed, and they made their way downstairs, ready to soak in the vibrant energy of the island.

As they settled at the bar, the clinking of glasses and laughter filled the air. Just then, Davis, Agent, Kai, swaggered up to the bar, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

“I can’t wait to explore this island!” Davis declared, a grin plastered on his face.

“Yeah, Agent definitely wants to do some exploring.” Kai joked, nudging Davis playfully.

Before Agent could respond, Duke and Victoria entered, and the group erupted into cheers, rushing to embrace them. 

“This place is crazy! Look at the beach man.” Duke exclaimed, his voice booming. “Are you sure this is Druski’s?”

“Right?” Victoria replied, her eyes widening in admiration. “I thought it would just be another ‘Could’ve Been House.’”

Elyse laughed, shaking her head. “No, no, we had all of that taken down! We’re here for a good time!”

As the laughter settled, Fanum strode in, hands in the air. “Hold on, I KNOW Y’ALL NOT STARTING THIS PARTY WITHOUT US!”

They welcomed him and Lucy into the fold, exchanging cheerful banter. 

"Aye when did y'all get here?" Duke asked Fanum. 

"We was right behind y'all. Wait did y'all see my mans at the door?" Fanum questioned to the group.

"What you mean?" Davis asked. 

"The short one asked if we had any guns or something in our bags." 

"Yeah he had asked me that too." Duke interjected. 

"Yeah no weapons on the island," Kai added. 

"Security is tight here. Very private." Kai explained to them. 

"So where are the security guards?" Lucy asked to Kai. 

"The men that took your bags that's them. And its supposed to be two other guys with them. They are wearing blue." Elyse explained. "Don't worry, they are armed and trained professionals." 

 Elyse raised her hands to quiet them down, a playful smirk on her face. 

“Okay, y’all, here’s the itinerary!” she announced, pulling out a stack of laminated schedules tailored for each couple. The group gathered around, peering at the colorful plans for the weekend.

“Excuse me, Miss Elyse when is the fucking part of the itinerary happening?” Fanum quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Lucy playfully smacked his arm. “Stop it. We love the itinerary, Elyse! Thank you for planning it!”

Kai chuckled, shaking his head. “Why do y'all keep saying that? I planned all of this!”

Laughter erupted once again as they teased him. “Bro, you can’t even plan your next two steps!” one of the guys shot back, eliciting more chuckles.

With the banter still flying, the ladies decided to break off for a spa day on the beach while the guys geared up for a basketball tournament. 

“Agent, your cooked!” Duke laughed, planting a quick kiss on Victoria’s cheek. “See you later, ladies!”

“Have fun!” Victoria called after them, a smile dancing on her lips as they all scattered, excitement bubbling in the air. The vacation of adventure had officially begun.

Nicole turned and grabbed Agent “Just let me call her before she goes to bed, please?”, her eyes wide with concern.

Agent smirked, crossing his arms. “If you don’t stop asking, I’ll bury your phone on the beach. " 

“Ugh, fine! You’re so mean!” Nicole whined, rolling her eyes dramatically. 

Victoria grabbed her and said "Let's go c'mon." Pointing a finger in her face. "No baby talk, Nicky!" ushering her to the beach. 

As they settled into their spa treatments, the ladies were enveloped in an atmosphere of relaxation. Lavender-scented oils wafted through the air, and the sound of gentle music played in the background. Lucy sighed, leaning back as a massage therapist worked out the knots in her shoulders. “I really needed this. Like, I might just fall asleep right here.”

Nicole lifted her head, breaking through her cloud of worries. “Does anyone have a phone? I just want to check on Avery, make sure everything's okay.”

Lucy playfully pushed Nicole’s head back down. “Relax, mama! You’re going to give yourself a heart attack at this rate. Just breathe.”

“Seriously, Nic,” Victoria added, her voice dripping with mock seriousness. “You have to trust that she’s fine. And for the love of God, I don’t want to hear about breast pumps or daycare for the rest of the week!”

Nicole sat up straight, her face animated. “But you know the best pump is the—”

Before she could finish, Lucy and Victoria chimed in unison, “The Halo 3! We know, we know!”

Victoria chuckled, pushing Nicole’s head down again. “Just chill, okay? Avery is more calm than you."

“Seriously,” Lucia remarked, shaking her head with a laugh. “Kai planned this trip perfectly for us to unwind, and here you are—”

Nicole interjected, “Hell no! This has ‘Elyse’s Type A personality’ written all over it!” 

Suddenly, Elyse emerged from the corner of the spa, a bottle of tequila in hand and a triumphant grin on her face. “Nicky you need to chill girl! Avery is not worried about you having a good time.”

Elyse groaned, rolling her eyes. “How many times did you check on her already?”

Nicole paused, counting on her fingers. “Uhhh… zero? Agent took my phone too!”

“See?” Victoria exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Nic you are supposed to be here relaxing and enjoying your time here. No baby talk Nic”

“But she nee-!” Nicole protested, only to have Elyse push her head back down again, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Just let the masseuse do their magic, will you?”

“Fine, fine!” Nicole relented, groaning as she finally sank into the massage table. “But I’m still going to obsess over her until I can see my phone!”

Elyse laughs while pouring everyone a drink. 

“Now that’s the spirit! Do it in silence.” Victoria said with a laugh. “Let’s just enjoy this moment. Cheers to not worrying for at least one hour!” 

“Cheers!” echoed the group, as they all surrendered to the tranquility of the waves crashing onto the shore. 

Fanum dribbled the ball, glancing back at his friends with a hint of worry. “Hey, did y'all get your bags yet? I mean, we got our passports in there, my chains and shit," 

Kai, chuckling as he feigned a three-point shot, shot back, “Relax, Fanum! They’ll bring them over. Imma just call them right now.” He launched the ball towards Agent, who was strategically positioned near the hoop.

“Catch this fade nigga!” Agent called out at Duke, catching the ball effortlessly. But just as he was about to make his move, Duke piped in, “Wait a second… that dude looked familiar. I think I’ve seen him somewhere before. What's his name? The short one that took our bags?” 

“Duke, focus!” Davis interjected, darting towards Agent to play some aggressive defense. “No time to walk down memory lane; we’re trying to win here nigga!” 

Duke paused mid-thought, his brow furrowing as he racked his brain. He passes the ball to Davis “I swear, I know him from—”

“Hell yeah, fuck is you talkin' 'bout nigga!” Agent seized the moment, slipping past Davis and sinking a smooth layup. “Two up nigga, c'mon !” 

“Yeah, yeah, don't get too cocky nigga,” Duke retorted, shaking off the distraction. 

Agent fakes and tries to take the ball from Davis. 

"Duke, what's good with the restaurant, my G?" Fanum asks. 

“Its good man, Victoria working on prepping the new staff. Just a few things to wrap up before we officially open.” 

Agent chuckled, “Of course, your big ass would be talking about food while we playing right now!” 

Davis chimed in, “And here you are judging him, nigga? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!” 

“Damn, I can't even ask my mans how his businesses going?” Fanum laughed. 

Agent approached the water's edge, his sneakers sinking slightly into the damp sand. He spotted Nicole, topless laying in the sun. Her curves silhouetted against the setting sun, a tantalizing sight on the pristine beach. His lips curved into a smile as he took in the scene.

 "Now that's what I like to see," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Nicole's head snapped up, her eyes meeting his. A wide grin spread across her face, and she leaped to her feet, closing the distance between them in a few quick strides. Her hands went straight for his shorts, but he guided her wrists down to his length, chuckling.

"You been drinking, huh?" he teased, nodding toward the empty coconut shell beside her towel.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe just a little. You told me to relax, remember?"

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His hands found the strings of her bikini top, deftly untying them. She gasped, her hands moving to his chest, pushing him back towards their towel.

"You're not the only one who knows how to have fun," she said, her voice a sultry purr. 

"But it seems you've started without me." His gaze flicked to her bikini top, discarded beside her towel.

He guided her head down, his grip firm yet gentle. She took him in, her eyes never leaving his, a mischievous glint in them. He groaned, his head falling back, fingers tangling in her hair.

 "Fuck, Nicky. Just like that."

She pulled back, her lips glistening. 

"Come here" he teased, laying her down on the towel. Nicole, reached for the nearby plate as Agent peppered her body with deep kisses. She plucked a ripe mango, biting into it with a moan.  She took another piece, tracing it over her nipple, the juice dripping down her sun-kissed skin.

Agent's eyes darkened. He caught her wrist, sucking the juice off her finger, his tongue found her nipple and he began sucking and swirling around it. She gasped, her body arching into his. 

"Please, I need you inside me," she begged, her voice a sultry plea.

With his hands finding her neck, his thumb traced her pulse. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. He began to move, slow and steady, their bodies rolling in sync lives the waves crashing onto the shore. 

"You feel so fucking good, Nicole,"  Agent growled, his voice low and rough.

Her nails dug into his back, her body arching into his. "Harder, baby please," she begged, her voice a sultry plea. He obliged, his strokes becoming more powerful, the hand around her neck tightening slightly. 

"Yes, just like that," she moaned, her eyes locked onto his.

He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. "Come for me, Nicky," he commanded, my voice a low rumble. She shattered, her body convulsing around his length. He grabbed her neck tighter and kissed her as he finished. They were breathless and glowing in the Grecian sunset. 

“Excuse me sir.” a woman called out from the patio. 

“Yeah?” Agent yelled turning his back to shield his naked wife. 

“Dinner is in 2 hours, on the back deck.” 

“Thank you ma’am,” he exclaims waving her off. He turns to look at Nicole. 

“2 hours huh?” she said smirking at him. He scanned her body hungrily. 

Title: “Barefaced Love”

Agent00 x Reader

Summary: after dating agent for two months you have finally become more comfortable by being yourself…

It had been two months. Two months since Y/n and Agent made it official.

And while it hadn’t been some huge cinematic moment—no fireworks or orchestras—something much more intimate had slowly grown between them: comfort. The kind that doesn’t ask for effort. The kind that feels like home.

Agent remembered what she was like in the beginning. Every time she came over, it was full face.

Lashes curled. Lips glossy. Perfume. Outfit coordinated. Even at midnight she was still “camera ready.” She never said it, but he could tell: she wanted to look perfect for him.

Like she was always walking into a photo shoot instead of just his arms. He never minded—she looked beautiful no matter what—but now Now was different.

Tonight, he was chilling at home, half-lounging on his bed, just off a stream. Hair messy. Wearing old basketball shorts and a hoodie. His phone buzzed—FaceTime from Y/n.

He answered without hesitation. And immediately cracked up. There she was, Bonnet tied on tight, face mask under her eyes, wrapped in a blanket like a human burrito, and aggressively chewing a toasted bagel. Her lips were glistening with cream cheese. No filter. No makeup. No shame. She blinked at him.

“Mmf—what’s funny?” she mumbled mid-bite. “You look like a grandma in a spa commercial,” he laughed, covering his face. She chewed dramatically, rolled her eyes, and held up the bagel like it was sacred. “This is self-care, Agent. Respect the ritual.”

“Nah, I love it here,” he chuckled, eyes softening as he looked at her. Then she looked right at him, smirked, and out of nowhere—

“I love you so much, Agent.” Mouth half-full. Face bare. Bonnet slipping slightly to the side. No dramatic setup. Just truth. Blunt. Honest. He froze for a split second, that little flutter hitting his chest.

Then he smiled. Not the usual smirk. Not the teasing one. The real one.

“I love you too,” he said, voice quiet now. “Like… a lot.” She grinned, bagel halfway to her mouth. “Even when I’m like this?” “Especially when you’re like that.”

He hung up an hour later—after watching her slowly drift to sleep on camera again, bunny cradled in one arm, crumb-filled plate still on her nightstand. He tossed his phone onto the bed beside him and just laid back for a second, arms folded behind his head.

This is it, he thought.

This is what real love feels like.

No filters.

No lashes.

Just her.

Duke Dennis x fem!reader (no face claim but poc!reader friendly)

Part two: The Confession

Disclaimer: this is written by a dyslexic person – please forgive any grammar and spelling errors

TW: swearing, drinking and using derogatory language

Plot: After your big night at an AMP pool part (that you probs won’t remember tomorrow), you finally let your lil’ secret slip.

Word count: 672

ICYMI: part one

“What the fuck am I doing?” You slurred back in confusion. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You rise up from the bed and try to point your finger at him, but stumble forward because you was unaware of your own strength. Duke has to catch you before your pearly whites were scattered all over his floor.

“See, man,” Duke whines with you in his arms, “this is what I’m talking about”.

You move out his arms and squint your eyes at him, trying to focus on all three of him at once.

“Y/N, you can’t stand up straight. You got yourself stupid drunk and started twerking on everyone. Your nipple was fucking hanging out like you’s some fucking whore or sum,” Duke rants.

“Whore?!” – you sober up real quick – “You’re calling me a whore?” you exclaim back, shoving finger quotation marks in his face.

“Meanwhile, you’re here, throwing this stupid party full of thirsty clout-chasing bimbos who only wanna suck your dick, get your Ps and cut! Fucking lodging your tongue down some random girl’s face – you’d be lucky to not have herpes, right now!” You lay into him, using whatever left over competence you have. Dutch courage is certainly real.

“Whore?” You said again, this time with a soft chuckle - which we all know is not good. Duke knows you found nothing funny but couldn’t care because “you’re a fucking embarrassment!”

“Oh my fucking gosh, more fucking names,” you said with a dramatic sigh. You begin to pace around: “What else am I? A slut? A bitch? What else am I, Duke? Tell me!”

You end up in a couple centimetres away from Duke with a face full of fire and push him weakly (pathetically) away from her. His look of disgust softens – maybe he was being a little harsh.

So, he takes the punk move: “You know what, I don’t care. This is not even worth it, man. Fucking drunk!”

That one snapped a heartstring. Duke’s back faces you as he had his hand on the knob.

“You don’t care? You never cared about me, did you?” You come back at him.

“What?” He looked back, utterly confused you’d ever say that.

“You never fucking cared. I’m meant to be someone special to you – your best friend – and you only ever want me around when you don’t have a fuck buddy around. When you need a girl to make you look good when your hotline hoe ain’t picking up,” you start to spew some of your deep feelings.

Duke lets go of the handle and leans against the door. “Y/N, I-“

“You don’t fucking care about me. I fucking hop on a 2-hour flight weekly to see your ass and look all pretty for your stream. Then, you kick me out to entertain a next bitch, passing me off to the rest of the bros like I’m some community hoe. You never fucking cared about me. You never fucking did. You-“

“Are you jealous?” Duke saunters back to you, grinning. His diamond grill playing tricks with your hooded eyes.

“Huh? Where you get that from?” You feel your cheeks burn, turning your head to the side.

“As a friend, you care too much about my roster,” Duke tries to explain. He drops his head to try and make you look him in the eye, but you keep avoiding his accusatory gaze.

“You talking like we fucking or sum,” Duke continues to press you.

“Why would I want you, like, what? Like, that’s- Ha! Ewwww,” you try to act repulsed but you never got an A in drama. Your acting skills are subpar.

“Oh, OK. Just know: I’d drop my roster just for you.”

Your head whips around and look Duke square in his face. A goofy and toothy smile plasters across his face.

“You fucking play too fucking much. You can’t be trying to tease me and shit. Why would I fucking want you? You never cared about me before, why the fuck no-“ Duke’s pillowy lips press intensely on yours.

“Girl, shut up.”

“Yes, sir.”