Ethan
I looked down to see Sophia's head bobbing back and forth in between my legs. She came over not too long ago, again, without asking, again. Eli was at school, Lena was out, mum was out working, and Dad had gone on another business trip. Boundaries and listening to orders is something that I still needed to drill into her if I wanted things to work.
I kissed my teeth quietly, peering down to see her looking back up at me under her heavily coated eyelashes, trying to do sexy sexy, moaning as she continued to give me sloppy top.
"Keep it down. And close your eyes." I grunted.
She wanted to beat earlier, I said no. She suggested I should lick her poomps, I declined immediately. She then started to unzip my trousers, which brings us here, to now.
She'd been going at it for ages, big man ting, and for the first ten minutes, I was on my phone. I was either on Twitter, preeing my timeline, or on whatsapp and iMessage. Word, I was bored.
As Sophia continued to try and fit my length in her mouth, I sighed and closed my eyes. Rah boy, on my life Sophia gives shit brain. 20 minutes or so in, and I still hasn't released my kids in her mouth.
I rubbed my face and sighed quietly again, Vi's smile popping into my head, the way her dark brown skin glowed in the cold October sun, nose ring glinting. I remembered the way her soft lips were placed on mine when I used to tease her, imagining that it was her lips were wrapped around me right now, instead of Sophia's paper thin lips - no amount of makeup could make me forget her lack of lip.
My eyes fluttered as I relieved myself in Sophia's warm mouth, grabbing a tissue from my desk, cleaning myself up before pulling up my tracksuit bottoms.
"Swallow." I told Sophia
She stood up and looked up at me, fear raging in her ice blue eyes.
"Don't you trust me b?" I questioned, pulling her close to me and kissing the base of her neck.
She nodded and I heard her gulp, I smirked against her skin and brought my head up. Sophia tilted her head upwards and closed her eyes, implying that she wanted to lipse. I cocked my head to the side and screwed, was she mentally star today? Rah man, yt pipo are backwards.
I left her hanging in mid air and grabbed her jacket from my chair, draping it over her shoulder.
"Why didn't you..." She mumbled
"Huh?"
"Nothing." She smiled
"Anyways, bye."
"Could you take me home?" She asked, breaking the silence in which I thought she would get the hint, and take her leave.
I spluttered, masking my laughter with coughs, who even are you? About "take me home". I want to know who's providing her with the nutrients to grow wings.
"I mean, to the bus stop?"
Walking gyal to the bus stop is when I'm on wifey for lifey duty, and right now, I wasn't on wifey for lifey duty.
"Nah, I'm tired b." I fake stretched and yawned.
She nodded and put on her jacket properly, shutting the door behind her as she left. Once I heard the front door close, I jumped into my shower, scrubbing away all traces of Sophia. At least now, I had gained her trust.
**
Violet
First day back from my exclusion, and I was going to be late. Not even just me, Kemi and Elena too. Who sent us to do 3 way call up until 3 am please? There was just no way I'd wake up in time. After I showered, I picked my phone up from my desk and quickly called Hakeem, after what seemed like forever, he picked up.
"What man?" He grumbled
"Morning my love." I answered back, more cheery than usual.
"What do you want?" His voice perked up, indicating he was at least half awake.
"I beg, can you take me to school please?"
"Nah man take bus."
"I'm gonna be late Hakeem!"
"Book an uber ting then. I'll even buss you a promo code, £20 free you know." He mumbled.
"I don't have the uber app." I explained while creaming
"Download it then."
"I don't have enough memory left on my phone to do that." I lied.
I heard him cussing and muttering under his breath before replying.
"Give me 20 minutes." He groaned before locking off.
I grinned and messaged Elena and Kemi to be outside at 8:40. I changed into a navy converse tracksuit, whipping out a pair of low black airforces and sliding them on, putting on my north face body warmer soon after. I did my hair in a very neat middle part low ponytail, making sure my favourite GP, Dr. Miracle was doing its prescribed job. After quickly filling in my eyebrows, I grabbed my bag from behind my door and flew out of my house, awaiting Hakeem's arrival.
"I'm fucking tired." Elena grumbled, rubbing her eyes as she shut the door of her house and stood beside me.
"Fam." I sympathised.
"Tracky Mondays you knaaaa!" Kemi beamed, noticing that the three of us had donned track suits this morning as she walked down the road to meet us, far too cheery for Elena to take.
"You're such a grumpy shit in the mornings." I said.
"I went to bed at 7 am. I had an hours sleep, don't piss me off." Elena kissed her teeth.
"But I swear we finished on the phone at like 3? Why didn't you cop some zs please?" Kemi queried .
"I was on the phone to Asher." She replied shyly, turning her head away from us
"AWWWWWWWW I JUST WANNA EAT YOU, YOU'RE SO CUTEEEE!" Kemi screamed.
Before I could tell her to shut the fuck up, Hakeem pulled up in front of all three of us, opening up the passenger seat for me. I slid in before Kemi and Elena.
"Seems like you forget to mention I'm picking up Vi and Friends." He muttered quietly.
"Shut it."
"Manners, Peters." He responded quickly.
I rolled my eyes and pulled my phone out of my body warmer, tapping on Snapchat and taking a sneaky picture of Hakeem driving, making the caption "young uber sesh una😭🚖".
Hakeem handed me the AUX cord and I got excited, going on my music and tapping J Cole's Forest Hills Drive and playing No Role Modelz.
"First things first, Rest In Peace Uncle Phil, for real." His deep voice bellowed. I stared at him in amazement.
"What? Not everyday gang gang music you know." He replied to my look of shock.
Kemi and Elena chuckled in the back, singing along to the chill beat.
One time for my LA sisters
One time for my LA hoes
Lame niggas can't tell the difference
One time for a nigga who know
"DONT SAVE HER, SHE DONT WANNA BE SAVED. DON-" I belted out, before clocking that Hakeem had stopped the music.
"I think that's enough J Cole for you today you know." He said, Kemi and Elena nodding in agreement.
I screwed and grabbed my phone back, scrolling down and settling on Burna Boy - Soke.
"Yeah, this songs too certi." Exclaimed Elena, bopping her head along to the beat appreciatively.
Of course Hakeem the Alkayida Captain knew this song, trying to sing Yoruba fluently. I smiled at his attempts.
We soon reached college, and the girls and I flew out Hakeem's car, shutting the door.
"What have I told you about slamming Louisa man?" He growled, brown eyes raging.
"Louisa?" I spluttered, raising an eyebrow. He kissed his teeth.
"Don't worry Lou," he started, rubbing the steering wheel.
"Forgive Violet of her sins, for she knows not of what she has done." He continued, screwing me.
"Indirecting me through machinery and bible passages, you're a comic book, Keem."
His eyes lit up at the sound of his new nickname, acknowledging that this meant I was comfortable around him.
"Laters." He said, smiling as he reversed and found somewhere to park.
I waved and flashed my ID card at security before walking into the college gates, walking into the building and heading towards Law.
"Violet." Ethan perked up as I brushed past him on the stairs, gently grabbing my wrist. I looked down at his hand, then back up to his face, staring at him dead in the eye until he got the message and let go.
"Your nose looks better." He nearly smiled.
"What is this? Banter sesh?" I stated nonchalantly.
He kissed his teeth, rubbing a hand through his soft curls.
"When you gonna stop this?" He asked.
"Stop what?"
"Being mad."
"At who?"
"Me."
I suppressed the laughter that wanted to erupt from my mouth, Ethan was the least of my problems.
"I have a lesson to get to. Good day."
"Violet." the bass in his voice resonated through me, causing me to halt on the stairs.
"Bye Felicia." I responded, jogging up the rest of the stairs and into my lesson.
**
I hadn't seen Zell for over a week, since that day I returned home with a bloody nose. I made my way to his crib after college, seeing as I finished early.
"Tay." He welcomed me in as he opened the door, stepping aside.
"Yo." I nodded at him, slipping off my airforces beside the stairs, peeling off my body warmer and hanging it on the coat rack.
"Been avoiding me cause you left man hanging last time you came over?" He chuckled, leading me up the stairs.
"Have I not been iMessaging you? Or was that part of my imagination? Lemme know." I tutted, hopping on to his bed cross legged.
"Ain't seen you in the flesh for a young minute."
"Pree my insta then if you feel like you need to see me, or even my snapchat."
He snorted at my remark and sat down behind me, tapping away on his phone.
"How was your exclusion holiday?" He asked after a while, putting his phone away. I squinted, pushing my glasses further up my nose.
"I didn't tell you that."
"I know." He replied.
"Who told you?"
"Don't worry."
"Beg your pardon?" I retorted.
"Don't worry innit."
"So wait. Someone's chatting my name and you want me to not worry? Cool." I nodded.
He flipped me around so I was now facing him. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my phone. He tilted my head up with his thumb and smiled.
"Yuh bright and facety." He murmured in a Jamaican accent, sending shivers down my spine.
"Whatever Denzel." I stifled a small smile.
"Look at your drop lip." He chuckled, tugging on my bottom lip. I smacked his hand away and looked at him in horror.
"I really don't have a drop lip."
"Yeah you do. Like Bubba from Forrest Gump."
"Shall I get an iron for you, since you stretched out that joke of yours?"
"Don't worry, I like it. Proper fat and juicy." He replied, staring down at my lips and licking his own.
"Are you LL Cool J to be licking your lips like so?"
He laughed a very low and slow laugh, pulling me closer to him and placing his lips on mine, kissing me slowly. Still in his hold, he flipped us over, my hand around his neck as I was now beneath him. Using his knee, he pushed my legs apart and created a trail of kisses from the corner of my mouth to my neck. My breathing hitched when he zipped my tracksuit top down, burying his head in my neck as bit it softly, sucking and blowing on it.
"Why are you wearing so many layers today?" He questioned, moving from my neck to the cleavage my vest top allowed to be on show.
"I-if you d-d-don't know, it's c-cold o-outside." I struggled to say in between moans. I felt Denzel smile against my skin, one hand lowering to the waistband of my tracksuit. My heart rate increased as his hand crept lower and lower, to the space in between my legs, lightly tapping my...underneath.
"Fat pussy gyaaaaal." he sang, bringing his lips back to my own, slowly rubbing and caressing my nether regions through my tracksuit bottoms. I was slightly grateful that my tracksuit material wasn't overly thick, as I moaned in his mouth.
"Jesu Christi." I groaned.
He removed his hands from where they were placed, pulling the waistband of my tracksuit and peering down.
"Maybe I'll see you another time, young Vi." He said before looking at me with hooded eyes, winking. I felt my stomach dip.
"Why have you named my downstairs? In fact, why did you even name it after me?" I asked as he lay his head on my chest, arms wrapped around me.
"Your downstairs?" He laughed, looking up at me smiling. I turned my head away in embarrassment.
"Tay, you're cute." He cooed, lifting up my top a little and rubbing my stomach in small circular motions. My body stiffened at his touch, physical contact was something I had to get used to.
"Relax, Tay." He whispered against my neck, slipping a hand down my tracksuit. I let out a small gasp, closing my eyes.
"What's good, Vi?" Zell questioned, using a finger to stroke me through my girl boxers.
"Zell..." I groaned, his touch driving my crazy as he continued to stroke me.
He retracted his hand and my eyes fluttered open, when I realised he had stopped, leaving me on a cliffhanger as I could feel how wet I was.
"You remember when you left me hanging last time?" He purred against my neck, slotting his down once more.
"Mmmm?" I moaned, eyes shut tight.
"Well two can play that game."
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