one shots

shorty swing my way [35]

[author's note: aight so boom. I'm lettin' y'all know rn. the sex scene in this chapter is a little more explicit— maybe not by much compared to my other ones, in y'all's opinion idk— but I just thought I'd warn y'all. lol. enjoy.]

july 2000
saturday
3:42 pm

"What's up, shorty?" he smirked down at me.
"I'm here to pick up Stephen," I blandly told him.

He stepped to the side and let me walk inside of his home. I headed straight toward the nursery, and he was hot on my trail as I did so.

"So, what's up? How was your 4th of July?" he asked.
"DeAndré, we're not friends. I'm not answering that generic ass question, especially after you did what you did to me and how you lied on me," I bluntly told him before leaning over the crib a little bit to see Stephen asleep.

"What are you talking about?" he played dumb while that dumb ass smirk slid onto his face.
I glared up at him, my blood beginning to boil more and more, the longer I looked at his face. "I'm not playing with you, D. Just stop talking to me before I slap you again," I growled before turning back toward Stephen.
"Last time you did that, things didn't go too well for you. Did they?" DeAndré sounded quite amused.

"I don't have time for this shit," I mumbled while taking Stephen into my arms. D chuckled lowly as I carried Steph toward the car seat.

Once my son was settled in his seat, I started to pick it up and leave, but of course, D held me up. "What's the rush?" he took the car seat from my grasp and set it down with Steph facing the doorway.

He looked me up and down, biting his lip a little as he approached me slowly. "Let's talk for a lil' bit."
"There's nothing to talk about," I mumbled, trying not to get cornered by him. . . but it happened anyway.

I mentally cursed myself, trying to figure out how the fuck I kept ending up in these situations with him. My dumb ass keeps actually coming into his house— that's the problem. If I had just asked for the car seat to be presented along with my son and his belongings on the doorstep, none of this would be happening.

"I heard about you and Lesane. I'm sorry that things didn't work out," his hands placed themselves on my hips as my back found a wall.
I remained quiet, trying to get his hands off of me and failing miserably in doing so.

"Maybe, that's just fate bringing us back together again," he gripped onto my wrists and restricted my movement while pressing his body against mine.
"Maybe, it's just a result of your abuse, which has ruined any hope I had for a healthy relationship," I said through gritted teeth.

He smirked. "If you miss me, just say so."
I rolled my eyes as he began leaving kisses on my skin. His lips trailed from my temple, along my jaw, and eventually to my lips. I refused to return his kiss, but once his grip on me got tight enough to hurt, I let my lips part so that he could slide his tongue into my mouth.

Eventually, he wrapped his arms around me and took the liberty to claim my most sensitive parts as his. Slowly, I was giving into him, letting him have his way. I figured that if sex was gonna' be the only reason why I was loved then who would I be to deny someone their desire to love me?

"That's right, baby," he chuckled as I moaned softly at the feeling of his fingertips pressing against my pearl. "Honey. . . I hate you so much," I was letting my eyes close as I dripped. Eventually, my panties were dropped while my skirt was pushed up and his shirt was taken off. He slid into me, and it felt like I was home again. "Fuck, Nay. You're so tight," he groaned softly before pounding into me.