“I always lied to you telling you to forgive me. I used these hands to keep you at distance… I did not want you to get involved. But now… I think you could have changed father and mother. Perhaps even the entire Uchiha. If I would have stood in front of you and looked you in the eyes from the very beginning… talked to you instead of down to you… and been open about everything. But I failed, and speaking to you now, like this, isn’t going to undo the permanent damage that’s already been done to you. That’s why I wanted to show you the truth. Even if it’s just a little. And no matter what you decide to do from here on out, you never have to forgive me - I will always love you.”
Please God…save me from a man who is out here expecting me to go right along with his abusive behavior. Save me from men who expect me to be their mental, emotional, or physical punching bag. Protect me, Black Jesus, from these menfolk who think they can treat Black women any kind of way and have us be down for them. Remove them from my inbox, my notes, my life.
I would like to dedicate this story to my good friend Arnell, who is undoubtedly cackling after reading that title. Love you.
Let me set the scene. It’s 10:45pm on a Wednesday and I’m just getting off work, tired as fuck. As I’m heading to the elevators to go home, I turn my phone on and immediately see a notification from Snapchat. Imagine my surprise when I see it’s from an old boo I used to mess with in fucking HIGH SCHOOL. If yall read my post about the nigga that sucked my tiddys on the second floor while the rest of the school was in the gym watching the basketball game, this is that guy. The one who said my tiddys was Downey soft.
So I open the snap and he asking if he can pull up on me and using the thirsty emoji faces. I’m like hmmm….. I haven’t seen him in literally six years. We’ve spoken from time to time but it’s been a while. So it was shocking that he suddenly wanted to see me. But as ya’ll know, I’ve been like… in heat… ever since me and my boyfriend broke up two months ago. I’ve really just been waiting for the perfect person and opportunity to get some dick and I was starting to think THIS COULD BE IT lmao. I could tell it was probably one of those situations where he just seen me on snapchat looking good as fuck and started reminiscing, so he hit me up. But I didn’t care, it was just dick right?
Let me describe him though… he’s about 5′11-6′0. Medium brown to darkskinned. Athletic build. Long locs. Juicy lips. Big nose (yall know I love niggas with big noses). He a hood nigga, so he dress like the average hood nigga that love designer clothes. Anyway, he fine as hell. So I message him back asking what he tryna pull up for. He telling me he wanna talk to me and he gotta get some shit off his chest. Talking about “I miss you fr” and “Send address” lmaoo. He just kept begging me and rushing me, steady reminding me to let him know when I was home. It was funny as hell.
So when I got home and had showered or whatever, I told him he could come. He kept asking if I missed him but I’m like I’ll decide that when I see him. I had to wait and see where his head was at and what he been doing with his life before I start flirting and shit. Cause if he pulled up looking dirty as hell or I found out he was a bum now or something, it wasn’t happening lmfao. But he gets there and when I get in the car, it is quite clear that he is drunk. Actually, he still had the drink in his hand. I’m like no wonder this nigga being so honest and all in his feelings lol.
But he was looking good as fuckkkk though. And he smelled amazing lol. But I’m playing hard-to-get and shit, just making conversation, acting like I didn’t know he wanted me. So we’re talking, catching up on everything over the past six years. I asked him how his mama and sister was doing, and we talked about his daddy passing last year and what he was doing with his life now. He sounded like he was doing good and trying to make moves towards a better lifestyle. I tell him what I been up to and all that good shit. He played some music for me that he did and it was actually good lol. So I’m like okay..okay…everything lining up so far lmao.
And THEN….he really got me when he started talking about my art. I ain’t even know he followed it because he never likes or comments on it, but he started referencing different details in specific pieces and just telling me how amazing and talented I am and all the things I could do with it and how he wishes me so much success and he went on and on and on about all this for a good 15-20 minutes. I’m just sitting there silently while he speaking all passionately about me and thinking to myself “Yep…I’m gonna ride his dick.”
After the art talk was over though, he started talking about what he REALLY had to tell me. He leaning in towards me looking me dead in my eyes , getting serious as fuck and telling me how much he miss me. I’m laughing it off telling him he crazy cause he was staring at me for a long ass time and it was making me nervous LOL. Then he started talking about my lips. (If you didn’t already know, my lips are kinda beautiful). And he asked me if he could taste them. I think by this point for sure, my thong was wet. And I had a tight dress on. I started rearranging myself in my seat so I wouldn’t leak onto his seats and shit lmaoo.
I’m still pretending I ain’t thinking about him until he asks me for a hug. So I lean over to give him a hug and he pulls me over to his side so I’m laying halfway on top of him and he just squeezing me and rubbing on my ass. But I was uncomfortable so I moved back to my seat. Then he asked if he could have another hug lmao. And this time he pulled me all the way into his lap and when I was there, he grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him hard as fuck and kissed me. That’s one of my turn-ons, when the guy just take control and puts me where he wants me. I lowkey love that shit.
So I’m sitting cross-legged on his lap and his arms wrapped around my waist all tight and he tonguing me down. I don’t be joking when I say a good kissing is all I need to get me where I need to be lmao and man….then when we stopped kissing and I felt his wet tongue flickering all over my neck…. yooooo. The way his tongue was feeling had me wondering what it would feel like in between my legs. Because believe it or not, I’ve had some bad experiences with that because niggas tongues just don’t be wet enough? Idk about yall, but that has happened a few times to me. But his tongue was so wet and warm and doing everything right…
Then he pulled one of my tiddys out and started licking and sucking on it. He had tints on his windows so I’m thinking to myself “we could fuck RIGHT NOW if we wanted to” lol. He said I had him thinking about shit he shouldn’t be thinking about. I’m like what? And he said me bouncing up and down on his dick. Which is exactly what I wanted to be doing But honestly, I didn’t like the fact that he was drunk. I didn’t wanna fuck him when I was sober and he was drunk. And legally, that’s rape, idc what yall say lol. And I wasn’t tryna be that person. Doesn’t seem like a big deal to yall probably, but It’s the principle of the whole thang. I just told him right now wasn’t the time or place.
We started talking about the whole tiddy sucking thing in HS lmao. And how he was the first guy I ever sent nudes to and how I had wanted him to be the first guy I had sex with. And how we used to be on the back of the bus messing around when the basketball team had away games because he was on the team and I used to run the clock and keep the book for their games. He started talking shit about how when he got home, he wanted pics of my tiddys in his snapchat. Talking about “They mine. They always been mine baby. They on you, but they belong to me.” And if any other nigga said some shit like that to me, I would’ve been like “BOAAA GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE” lmaoooo. But he was highkey just turning me on yall :(
He started rubbing on me and laying back in his seat saying he was tryna calm down lmfao. But he kept going back to licking on my neck and feeling for my zipper. I said “you ruining the mood” in my warning voice lol and he stopped. He started acting thirsty again, repeatedly telling me to let him know when I’m free so he can come get me. I’m like sooo you gone drive out here from Lansing to get me and take me back to your place, then drive me back out here? and he said yeah. And I believed him because I used to fuck with this guy who lived in Crestwood and did the same shit multiple times a week lol. My friend swore he wasn’t gonna really do it cause niggas don’t do all that just for some pussy. I’m like they do for this pussy
So I give him my schedule or whatever and he leaves. Texts me when he gets home and ask to see the tiddys. So I sent him my top three fave tiddy nudes lol. And he losing my mind talking how perfect they are and how he needs them and how much he miss them. Saying I was about to make him stroke it lmao. Anyway, I fell asleep soon after that. But when I woke up the next morning, I was like hmmm let me look at his facebook. I was just trying to look at pictures of him LMAO. I hadn’t been friends with him on facebook or ig in a year or so. So I just wanted to check it out.
What the fuck do you think was the first thing I saw?
A GOTDAMN ULTRASOUND PICTURE AS HIS HEADER.
I’m thinking to myself “nahh nahh nahhhh…. I KNOW this ain’t his child…. I know it’s not…….”
I had a bad experience with babymama drama before and I said I would never again fuck with a nigga that got kids because that was the only SURE way to avoid it lmaobs. And I know how niggas like to claim to be single when they got a kid on the way but they really still fuck with the BM or even be in a whole relationship with her. And like I said…he a hood nigga. I ain’t want no hood bitches coming after my ass cause I fucked her babydaddy. I’m in denial and shit though like let me check his instagram, this could be his unborn niece or nephew for all I know smfh lmaoo.
So I get on IG and it’s multiple ultrasound posts with captions like “daddy’s little girl” “My kid ain’t gone ever want for nothing!” blah blah blah. I’m PISSEDDDDDDD LOL. Like everything was going so fucking perfectly. I was bout to get some dick and I just knewwwwwww it was gone be good. I JUST KNEW! When I asked him about it, this nigga said “I thought you knew”. The fuck?? That long ass talk we had where I asked you what’s been going on in ya life and brought up multiple family members and personal shit and you didn’t think not once to tell me that you had a baby on the way fool????
I decided right then that I wasn’t gone fuck with him. But I got to talking to my friends about it and they kept tryna convince me I was thinking too much and his BM wasn’t my problem and I was blocking my blessings and shit lmfao. And lowkey, I had been thinking lately that I be cockblocking myself sometimes cause I be too worried about the wrong things. Like when I was on that date a month ago and me and dude were in the car kissing, I was READY AS FUCK but I kept saying I needed to go in the house cause we couldn’t be out in the middle of the street like that. Instead of just saying “let’s go somewhere” lmfao. And I been regretting that shit ever since. So I thought it over and was like okay… he didn’t have no pics of his BM or any other woman up on his page so maybe he really not fucking with her anymore in that way.
Clearly in denial. I hit him up anyway and ask if they still together. This how the conversation went:
Me:are yall still together? -__-
Him:We cool :(
Me:yall were in a relationship?
Him:That’s my bm I won’t lie to you I got to cuz of my daughter (????). Yes.
Me:but yall dont fuck with each other in that way huh -__-
Me:That’s a yes.
Him:that’s a ……..
Me:if you can’t say no, it’s yes.
Him:*eyeroll* *sad face* stop it
Me: *getting pissed cause he beating around the bush* why did you even do all that yesterday if you know you in a relationship and bout to have a baby with someone lol like what was the purpose in even coming to see me
AND DO YALL KNOW WHAT HE SAID?????!!!!!!!!
DO YOU KNOW???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS NIGGA SAID “you cappin shorty”.
Yall…I lost it. I was looking like Lois Griffin after everybody ruined Christmas and then it wasn’t even no paper towels left. I was minding my own damn business not thinking bout yo ass, then you gone come over and seduce me just to tell me you still with ya babymama?? And then when I find out, you gone tell me I’m trippin???!!! Is this real life??? I told his ass bye. He sent some sad faces but fuck him lmao. I was so mad. Playing with my pussy’s heart like that. I couldn’t believe he was 25, still acting like he did at 18 when we was in high school. That shit is crazy. I hope he find out the baby ain’t his.
Yo honestly,a lot of grown men hate on Odell Beckham. Like if you go on any post about him on social media,80% percent of the comments from men are them callin OBJ gay,making homophobic jokes,stupid shit like that. Simply because the Nigga enjoys life,dances,can be a lil emotional,and is popular among women. Now idk if the OBJ is gay nor do I care,that’s his sexuality and it should be respected. It just always intrigued me how these grown men can be so focused on tryna police Another man’s masculinity. Like,don’t they realize their need to gossip on whether Bruh is straight or not is way more “feminine” then anything He does? Cmon my Nigga,stop hating and go do some “MAN SHIT” build a house,chop down a tree,use “For Men” lotion or some shit.
“Oh my god. This is so fucking good,” I moaned as my taste buds savored the quarter pounder burger I was shoving into my mouth. I looked at the beautiful burger I just took a bite of with astonishment. It was….. so good. I moaned again as I took my second bite and then my third bite that was the biggest of them all. I felt a bit of grease run down the side of my face but I couldn’t be bothered. I had my tunnel vision set on my food. I took a huge slurp of my vanilla milkshake and ate a few cheese fries between each bite of food.
“Yo, Y/N! You like the food over there?” Fredo called from across the table. I jumped at the sound of my name, breaking me out of my food trance. I looked up to see the whole table of the tour staff staring at me. I gave a shy nod as a strand of cheese from my fries landed on my face.
Everyone immediately laughed at my eager sloppiness as I tried to pull my myself together again and act like I didn’t smoke a blunt fifteen minutes prior. I looked forward to see Justin recording the whole encounter on his phone.
“Stop!” I whined as I quickly reached across the table and tried to smacked his phone from his hand so that he would leave me alone. Unfortunately, I missed and he leaned back in his seat as he continued capturing the moment.
“You’re so annoying,” I complained while holding up my middle finger and throwing a fry at his big forehead.
“Okay but, you’re gross,” He countered, finally putting down his phone.
“Okay but, I don’t need this from you,” I rolled my eyes as I stood up with my tray of food in tow.
“Where are you going?” Elysandra looked up at me.
“Somewhere where I’m not harassed for my eating habits,” I stated before dramatically moving towards an empty table on the side of small restaurant. On the way over there, a large group of dusty niggas smiled at me and watched as I sat alone. I kept my eyes straight ahead as I moved to my destination. I had no interest in being bothered again while eating and especially not by bummie niggas.
I finished my plate of food within the next few minutes. Once I ate the last fry I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, feeling the itis taking over. Just as I felt like I was about to pass out and meet Jesus in my sleep, my eyes flew open at the smell of apple pie. I looked up just in time to see one of the waiters walk past me with a slice of deliciousness. My mouth watered at the sight.
I didn’t waste a moment before getting up to go to the front of the restaurant to order. Annoyingly enough, to get to the place to order, I had to walked past the gross dudes again (who we’re making crude gestures as I passed) and past the section the Purpose crew was sitting at. I was almost past my friends that I was fake beefing with when, my wrist was grabbed in a tight grip. My eyes moved from the hand, followed the length of an muscular arm, and found myself looking at Justin’s red face.
“What?” I asked dryly.
“Take my jacket,” He said in a serious tone.
“What?” I rolled my eyes.
“Here,” He let go of my wrist to pull off his hoodie. The thick fabric of his jacket caused for his shirt to come up with it slightly, revealing a sliver of his toned stomach. I watched with my arms crossed as he readjusted himself and tossed the hoodie into my hands. “Put this on,” he told me, his eyebrows crinkled in annoyance.
“I’m not cold,” I handed him back the bundle of tan fabric. It was mad stupid that he was giving me his jacket when he was complaining about the cold restaurant earlier whereas I was fine in my tank top.
“Please don’t argue with me and put on the jacket, Y/N,” he was steadily loosing more patience as he looked from my face, down to my revealing shirt and my wide set hips, and then behind me. Not thinking about what the issue was, I tossed him his hoodie back for the second time.
“JusT TAKE THE JACKET,” He snapped making me roll my eyes even more as I dipped out and walked to the front of the restaurant.
Once past Justin’s uglass, I got in line so I could order a slice of each type of pie they sold. I hummed happily and swayed my hips as that on Sia song played lowly throughout the building. I was only alone again for a moment before one of the dudes from the other table made his way behind me in line. Curving the nigga, I took out my phone and scrolled through Twitter as I waited patiently for the line to speed up.
“So you like an twitter baddie?” I jumped in surprise for the second time of the day.
“What?” I looked back at the large guy who was licking his lips, trying hard to seem attractive.
“Nah, she thick and cute,” Another guy from the table appeared out of nowhere. “You an Instagram model huh? You be selling them fitness teas and shit?” He now addressed me as if I was a real life human.
“None of your business,” I said lowly and turned back to look at the menu that was written out above the registers.
“Hey, I like your shirt. It’s very cute,” the first guy said but not surprisingly, he looked at every part of my body that wasn’t covered by the the holed up tank I was sporting. Just as I was about to tell them to fuck off, Justin came to the rescue.
“Here’s your jacket that you left in the car, baby,” He handed me his jacket with a fake smile on his face. I gratefully took and pulled on his hoodie. Instead of brawling with the dudes like I expected him to, Justin took the non confrontational approach and did the thing we haven’t needed to do in a while: played boyfriend and girlfriend.
“Thank you, dear,” I spoke, thinking that would be enough to ward off the bums.
“Aye, so are you gon let me get your number or…” the main guy boldly asked.
“My girl does not want your number,” Justin spoke up.
“Ayeeee, you’re that Bieber nigga,” the second guy got hype over Justin’s fame.
“You really be letting this white nigga hit that?” #1 laughed out.
“He is my boyfriend,” I scoffed.
“I own this ass so you guys don’t mind,” Justin exaggerated and did the most when his arm slid around my waist and his hand squeezed at my ass a few times.
“Alright we see you bro,” The guy shook Justin’s hand then when back to a conversation with his other friend.
“This is why I tell your ass to wear more clothes,” Justin scolded in my ear. His hand did not stop rubbing at my ass and spoke, still putting on an act for the guys behind him. Justin loved the hype and attention by having a beautiful girl on his arm. And no offense but I am the baddest of them all therefore, he’s going to take advantage of the situation as long as he could.
“Justin, please stop touching me,” I shivered. I was just like a teenage boy, it took nothing for me to get worked up.
“Why?” Justin looked down at my face before busting out laughing. “What is this turning you on?”
“Leave me alone,” I moved his hand but he used it to get behind me and wrap his hands around me.
“We’ll as your boyfriend, I feel as though I should take care of that for you,” He left a well placed kiss on my neck.
“Nahhh, we’re not about to do this again,” I tried my best not to completely melt into Justin.
“It was good for you last time but i think it’s will be even better since we have access to a bed,” Justin reminded me of the relief we both felt two weeks ago when we hooked up for the first time in the tour bus bathroom. Since there were two nights in LA of performing, we were staying in a hotel that was just down the street. A hotel… with beds.
“Yeah okay,” I gave in easily. In the words of R. Jelly, ‘my mind’s telling me no but my body, my body is telling me yes’.
“You wanted a slice of apple pie?” Justin guessed correctly as to what my order was going to be. I nodded a quick yes. “Room 693. I’ll be there in 10,” Justin handed over this hotel room key.
I snatched it from him, waved a goodbye to the rest of the crew, and made my way back to the hotel. I got into Justin’s room quickly and waited on the bed for him in my underwear. In almost exactly ten minutes, the front door open and Justin came in my pie in tow.
“Which dessert do you want first?” Justin’s corny self asked.
“How about you eat while I eat,” I proposed while taking my pie from his hand. Justin laughed but happily obliged. I ate my first bite of pie while Justin opened my legs. I stopped chewing as Justin rubbed his fingers against my wet panties, getting a peek at how aroused he had gotten me. The second bite of pie went into my mouth as I watched Justin pull my soaking panties off.
“Do you want to save rest for later?” He looked from the pie to my face with a teasing look on his face. “ t’s not polite to moan my name with food in your mouth, babe,” at that sentence, I closed the container and set it to the side.
Justin had my full attention as he licked his finger and pushed it into my slit. He laughed yet again at my loss of breath as he added a second finger and pumped them in and out of my while his tongue danced along my clit. The pleasure was so good, I couldn’t help but latching my fingers into his hair and holding him down. He moaned out at my dominance making the sound tremble long my clit. A shiver ran through my body as I grinded myself against his face, wanting more. Justin removed his fingers and used his tongue to fuck into me.
“Say my name while I eat you like this,” Justin demanded, his brown eyes melting into mine. I nodded and pulled him back to my core. The moment I started whimpering his name, he inflicted so much pleasure upon my body, I didn’t know what to do.
“Right here?” He asked as he looked up at me, his fingers plunging slowly into the spot that makes me cry out. I nodded yes making him speed up for me.
“You know what I want you to do? I want you to squirt all over me. You told me you were a squirter but I want to see it for myself,” He hummed before taking no mercy on me. Justin hit the same perfect angle faster and faster while he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Justin Justin,” I called out his name and my thighs clenched around his head. At me locking up on him, he held my thighs down on the edge of the bed as he ate my pussy like no other.
“Are you about to squirt for me, babe?” He asked before swiping up and down my clit as fast as possible. I stood no chance to hold back. With the moaning of his name, Justin caused an orgasm to ripple inside of me and spill all over his face and bed.
“Good girl,” He praised me while licking what he could reach off his face. I wanted him hazily as I was still shaking from my orgasm. Thinking he was giving to give me time to regroup, I was proven wrong as he positioned me on all fours on the edge of the bed. I moaned out as Justin pushed himself completely inside of me without warning. The sound of wetness our bodies made almost had me fainting.
“You know what I love the most about fucking you?” He was moving slow and deep into me making my pussy cave in around him. “I love how wet you stay for me and how I can feel you clenching onto me. Do you like the way I feel inside of you?” He asked, pulling my hips back to meet his harshly.
“Yes, baby,” He had me losing my mind.
“Who do these belong to?” Justin grabbed my breasts roughly.
“You, Justin,” I murmured as Justin let out a groan when he was particularly deep inside me.
“What about this ass?” he slapped it before grabbing and rubbing them the same was he did in the restaurant.
“It’s yours,” I cried out each and every time he continued to slap it.
“And what about this pussy?” Justin flipped me on my back and pulled me to him with my ankles. He looked high off of power as he pounded into me while rubbing quickly at my clit.
“I asked who’s pussy is this,” He spoke again, over my whimpering.
“It yours. It’s all yours. I’m all yours,” I moaned hysterically. As Justin gave me exactly what I needed I couldn’t help my cover my face with my hands, trying to stop the moans.
“Let me hear you scream my name,” Justin pulled my hands away from my fave as he sped up his thrusts. His name left my mouth until I could no longer get a breath out. My whole body disconnected frown earth for half a second before my second orgasm slipped out of me. I watched with low eyes as Justin pulled out of me and kneeled over my body with his dick in hand. My mouth watered at the desperate way he pumped himself.
“Come on baby. Cum all over me,” I whined, edging him on. He could only strike himself two more times before his eyes sealed shut and his cum oozed out of his cock in squirts that covered my body.
“So are you going to eat the rest of my pie of can I have some?” Justin asked moment later, laying beside my worn out body.
"Run us a bath and we can shared the rest of it in the tub, friend,” I hummed with my eyes closed.
“You got it, pal,” Justin got up and went into the bathroom.
Sex, apple pie, a bath, and friendship is the perfect way to end a night.
i just imagine myself playing basketball with bangtan and going one on one with Yoongi and they thinking its cute and its all fun and games until I MURDER DEM ANKLES I WANT TO DESTROY MIN YOONGI IN BASKETBALL TELL MY NIGGA TO BALL UP THIS AINT WHAT HE WANT