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A/N: I had this in my drafts and made it sometime close to when I finished the first add cause I saw this story in a bunch of scenes and didn’t write it in chronological order. Consider it like a deleted scene happening after Part 3☺️😉 Enjoy!
It had been a good little bit since the pair had seen each other. The last thing that happened between them was their rather X rated phone call. The next day, Deaysha woke up feeling accomplished yet annoyed. Why would she let him talk to her as he was literally fucking some other bitch? Did she succumb to a level that low, tolerating such disrespect? The question kept replaying in her head over and over and she had decided she’d had enough. No more nothing. He gets nothing. He’s super cute but a true fuck boy, like down to the molecules of his being, and as a lady such as herself, she could not and would not tolerate it.
On yet another Friday night of RA duty, she roams the halls checking for drunken college aged children, kind of wishing she wasn’t thinking about that smug ass smirk. Ugh, this was going to be harder than expected. At her floor meeting with her residents, as she explains roommate living agreement deadlines, quiet hours, and an upcoming floor social activity, in walks the Asshole himself, taking a seat at the back of the lounge, staring at her, even taking the candy bucket as it was passed around, his eyes never really leaving hers. The piece of shit. She continued her meeting, having to give the girls looks as to not have them asking all the questions in front of him, texting their group chat letting them know she would tell them about it later.
Ignoring him, she cleans up the remaining flyers from the meeting, as he sits, man-spreading and watching her. She can feel his gaze burning a hole in the side of her head as she gets closer.
“What do you want?” She questions, showing her irritation as she stands a couple feet away from him.
“Don’t mind me. Finish collecting your things Tommie,” he instructs with a smile as he holds her last flyer in his hand. Glaring at him and all his damn games, she walks closer to retrieve it, only for him to extend his arm in the far corner away from her. Trying to go around his widely opened legs, she fails as he uses all his strength pulling her in abruptly to straddle his lap, making her yelp from the shock of it all. Pressing her body against his, he extends his tongue, licking from the base of her neck to her chin before sucking on it, her attempting to push him away, making her press further and further into him. Her hands go from pressing against his chest to caressing his scalp as he peppers wet sloppy kisses all over her neck.
“Stop it,” she says barely above a whisper as a hint of sense comes back to her, realizing where they are.
“I ain’t stopping shit,” he says slapping her ass as he pulls her down, flesh against the rock hard bulge pressing between her thighs. “You play games, act like you don’t see me, all this frontin’ and we finally get a night of breakthroughs the other night with that nasty ass mouth of yours. Then it seems to all fade and revert right back to step one with that not picking up your phone shit,” he says placing a firm grip on her hip, the other holding her tight as she tries to squirm away from him.
Taking one of her arms behind her back, followed by the other, he pulls her in more as his hips start to grind into her, relishing in her little whimpers as she uses all of her strength to release herself from the tight grasp he has on her body.
“And you know I love it when you struggle, Baby,” he says, sucking on her collar bone before burying his head in her cleavage. When his mouth works his way under her bra to her nipple, she truly snaps back to reality.
“Get the hell off of me!” She says untangling herself and falling to the adjacent seat, sliding her knees up to the chair from draping over his leg.
“We are in public!” She loudly whispers as he licks his lips.
“Do you think I give a damn?” He asks, spreading her knees apart like it was nothing, about to climb on top of her and do God knows what else, before she quickly stands to her feet, albeit a bit wobbly, but safe and a measurable distance away from him.
“Can you stop? Why are you here anyway? You fucking one of my residents or something? That girl in the stacks again? The wack girl from the phone the other day?” She blurts out, a big ball of nerves as he slowly stalks around the room, ready to pounce on her. Somehow she made a final flaw as he corners her into an isolated part of the room, pulling her in to an open mouth kiss as he lifts and wraps her thigh around his waist.
“I came for you Tommie, no one else. Now let's finish what we started the other day,” he says as he pulls her top down, exposing more of her meaty cleavage and digs his hand into the back of her jeans, feeling the flesh of her thick ass in the leaving little to the imagination thong she has on.
“WE aren’t finishing anything! I don’t fuck around with disrespectful niggas,” she says pushing him back before he pulls himself right back into her.
“How was I disrespectful?” He asks, genuinely shocked, as he picks her up and sits her on top of a work desk before wrapping her thighs around him.
“Literally calling me as your dick goes in and out of some bitch! Do I look like a bitch that would tolerate some shit like that?” She asks staring him down.
“I’m trying to put my dick in you now but you wanna argue. She wasn’t nobody. It don’t mean nothing,” he says trying to grab her neck to kiss her again as she moves his hand away.
“Is that what you gonna say about me to the next one, once you hit it and quit it? People were right about you, you don’t give a damn about anyone but yourself!” She says standing and walking off before he takes her arm and spins her around.
“Now you wait a fucking minute Tommie! You got that name from you drooling to be next in line to dribble on my balls. Everything I’ve done, you’ve been with it, even the supposed day of this super ‘disrespect’. You’re dying for me to make you cum nonstop, holding you down so you take all this dick to the hilt, and fucking your throat till it gets raw. We both know that. You can keep that dreamland where those fingers of yours could even compare to give you those mind blowing orgasms you only got a preview to the other day. You can think you’re high and mighty all you want, but sooner or later you will be back on your knees ready for Daddy to turn that timid ass out. Till then, keep fronting and hiding what you really want. It seems to be working so great for you thus far,” he says, the sarcasm oozing from hm, glaring her up and down before letting her go and huffing out of the door.
“You know what, fuck you!” She screams after him, hoping he heard her, now the adrenaline coursing through her with nothing to do but be angry at him. How dare he talk to her like that? He wasn’t totally wrong, which she hated to admit but he still did what he did, and that was worse! She was in the right here and no ounce of horniness could tell her otherwise.
It had been an entire week since the big blowout and sis wasn’t really doing too hot. Her insomnia returning with a vengeance and her usual last stitch remedy of rubbing one out to some good ebony homemade porn was no longer working. For the life of her, she couldn’t get that no good rotten ass nigga off her damn mind! His words reverberating over and over in her mind. Only the thoughts of him, holding her down, making her cum uncontrollably and breaking his dick off in her esophagus were the only things that would half way make her body respond as she wanted it to. But her body fucked up and got exposed to his touch. The feel of his warm hands, roaming her body. Tempting, folding, kneading, pressing, and putting her into position. That is what she missed, what she needed, what she craved. The clock reading 3:33AM on another night, she was fed up and would do just about anything for some relief, which explains how she could put everything to the side and text Captain Asshole himself.
“You free tomorrow night?” She presses send before she could talk herself out of it. She continuously checks for his response until she ultimately falls asleep with her phone on her chest. The next morning she receives a text back.
“Sorry, I was asleep but yeah I’m free later, come through to the crib at around 9, and don’t be on no bullshit, preferably,” he responds as she mimics throwing up at the arrogance of it all, somewhere down deep, happy and a little intrigued by the thought of going to his place.
9 o’clock rolls around and here she is, in front of his door, palms a sweaty mess and heart beating out of her chest. She wipes her hands on her leggings and knocks. Waiting for a bit, there was no answer. She takes a second and knocks again. After a minute with no answer again, she turns to leave before she hears the door open.
Dewy and shirtless like he just came from the shower, donning his black durag with black basketball shorts, she stood a bit mesmerized for a second. Her mouth salivating at the cuts of his muscles, that physique sculpted to perfection. He chuckles at her reaction, opening the door but still standing in the doorway, making her squeeze by him, staring at all that ass as she walks by.
“Hi,” she says a little above a whisper, nervously pulling at her fingertips as she looked back and forth between the floor, his chest, and his all knowing eyes.
“Hey, come on in. I’m back here,” he says with a smile, leading her to his bedroom, increasing her nerves threefold.
“You can sit on the bed,” he instructs, as he goes to his dresser, applying lotion, spritzing himself with cologne.
“How have you been?” She asks trying to fill the thick air with something, looking around nervously as she takes a seat on the freshly made bed that still smelled like Gain. He turns around with a smile, leaning on the dresser with his arms folded, before beckoning for her to come here with his finger. He watches her every move, her hands shaking as she stands, the conflict behind her eyes, the way she was looking at him.
He met her halfway as he pulls her to him, leaning his head down and kissing her lips. Slowly but hungrily their lips and tongues intertwine as she wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tight. His hands traveling from her shoulders, down the length of her arms to the tips of her fingers, intertwining their hands as his mouth deliberately sucks on her tongue, her pants and moans transporting him somewhere else entirely. Having had enough, his hands travel to the back of her thighs before spreading them, picking her up and taking her to the bed. Lying her down, he climbs on top of her, spreading her legs wide, his hands already roaming under her shirt, ready to unclasp her bra, to which her eyes pop open.
“Hold on a second,” she stammers as he licks and laps all over her neck, pulling her down so her hips were aligned with his.
“Tommie, you know what you came here for. Why you playing?” He says, bitting and tugging on her bottom lip.
“I’m not, but I’m a ....uhh,” She says trying to find the words.
“I know damn well you’re not gonna say you’re a virgin,” He says before shaking his head and letting out a laugh at the irony.
“Fuck You!” She says, immediately brimming with anger as she pushes him off of her and stands up off of the bed.
“Wait! I wasn’t laughing at you. Chill for a second, let me explain,” he says, rolling off of the bed, seeing he truly ticked her off this time.
“Fuck you and fuck your chill! I’m leaving! Niggas got me fucked up,” she says as she puts her shoes back on and heads to the door. She goes to open it and he comes up behind her and closes it, pressing his whole body into her as he pulls her back.
“Baby, baby, baby, I’m sorry. You just took me by surprise, that’s all. I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, kissing along her neck, holding her tight.
“No, I shouldn’t be here anyway. Why should I even stay?” She says getting caught up all over again but her mind still able to verbalize some of her protests.
“Cause you’re finally here and you need me just as bad as I need you,” he says, holding her closer, a hand traveling up her chest as the other glides below her leggings and into her panties. She moans as she leans her head against the door, his wet kisses to the back of her neck, a hand rising up, working her nipple between his fingers, the other slowly circling her clit. She begins to grind and press into his hand, as she moves her neck, granting him more access, caressing the back of his head. She gasps as he sticks one finger in.
“Mmm you so fucking tight! You like this freaky shit. My pretty Tommie girl like this shit, huh?” He whispers into her ear as she nods her head.
“Pleaseee,” she moans, arching her back as he inserts a second finger into her dripping wet core.
“Please what, mama? Daddy only responds to words and you dont seem to be saying anything, sweetheart,” he says strumming her g spot every so often, edging her closer then backing her away from her pent up illustrious release. Her moans getting louder and louder as she threw her head back, leaning onto him, reaching behind and pulling him closer.
“Please!” She shouts in desperation as she was a millisecond from a leg shaking earth quaking orgasm right before he changed his rhythm, effectively edging her again.
“You want Daddy to make you cum? Is that what you’re trying to say?” He says spreading her further with his legs as his fingers went deeper within her, her pussy clenching and creaming onto his hand.
“Yes,” she cries, leaning her head forward against the door, as she grinds onto him.
“Well then tell me Tommie. Tell Daddy how you want me to make you cum,” he teases, sucking her spot he just found on her neck, no doubt a very visible passion mark would be there in the morning. Her moans turn to cries and whimpers as one of her hands grips his forearm that’s meticulously curating just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to make her leave, her other hand reaching around groping his thigh, as she stammered incoherent nonsense.
“Tell me or I’ll stop,” he says beginning to take his fingers out of her before she grabbed his hand, keeping it where it was as her pussy somehow clutched him tighter.
“No! Please! Wait! Vante please dont stop,” she says turning her head pulling him into a kiss.
“Mmmm, I like that Tommie girl, but in these circumstances, I only respond to Daddy. Now tell me what you want!” he barks into her ear as he pumped faster, his thumb circling her clit, as his hips grind harder against her.
“Please Daddy make me cum,” she says, blinking tears from her eyes, throwing her head back onto him, her now being a pile of writhing putty in his hands.
“Good girl. Now cum on my hand like the nasty little hoe you are,” he says, lifting her knee and pulling her into him as he rocked her to and through her sweet sweet euphoria.
He spins them around, sliding both of them down the wall and onto the floor, her now sitting between his legs. As soon as she reaches the ground, her body goes limp, his hand still in her now soaked leggings. The sounds of her deep breathing filling the air as she rested her forehead on his arm.
“You did good babygirl. Daddy so proud of your little freak ass,” he says kissing and nibbling on her neck.
“You want me to walk you back to your room?” he asks a few minutes later, to which she returns a blank stare looking back at him.
“Walk? You know damn well I can’t walk right now. Fuck you mean!” She spat, returning her head on his arm.
“Nun unnn. Now baby you should know better than to talk all that shit while I’m still inside you,” he said thrusting his fingers fast within her once again.
“If one orgasm from me has you like this, I wouldn’t want to imagine two,” he says, licking her earlobe, as he hooks his legs beneath hers, spreading her legs wide, illiciting the hungriest of moans from her lips, sweet music to his ears.
“No, No, No! Please! I’m sorry! Can I just stay here for a bit until I get myself together?” she pleads, looking into his eyes.
“Ohhhhh! The pretty baby knows how to act now. I usually don’t allow company on my bed, but I guess for you I can make an exception,” he says lifting her chin and pulling her into a kiss, his tongue massaging hers as he slowly worked over her clit, his other hand torturously rubbing her nipple between his middle and ring fingers. Hearing her slickness under only his touch, made his mind wonder about the backflips she would be doing when he gets to taste her. He licked his lips in hungry anticipation.
“Fuck it! Imma make you cum one more time then we can get some shut eye for the night. How that sound to you Tommie girl?” He asks inserting his fingers back into her as his other hand applies pressure, circling her clit faster and harder.
“Whatever you want, baby,” she says caressing his face and pulling him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as her release builds. As she came, she jolted forward in his arms as her legs shook, before closing them, wrapping herself around his arms, to which he chuckled softly.
“You gotta let my hands go baby. Otherwise I would be forced to do it again,” he smiles, nuzzled into the crook of her neck as she releases his hands from the grips of her thighs. As her breathing regulates, he stands, helping her up after him and hands her a pair of his sweatpants.
“Here is a fresh pair so you wont have to sleep in those,” he says as he climbs into bed. She changes her pants and climbs in with him, cuddling herself around his back as he faced the wall.
“I don’t cuddle Deaysha,” he mutters, muffled by his pillow.
“Well you gone cuddle me tonight damnit! Fuck what you thought this was,” she said wrapping her thick thigh around his leg as she reached up and kissed his ear, cuddling him tighter. He turned around to face her, pulling her closer against him, palming her thigh and wrapping his arm around her waist, deepening the cuddle even further.
“You sure are something else aren’t you?” he said smiling with his face against hers.
“You know I am,” she said kissing him and suckling his bottom lip as they fell asleep.
A few days later, she sees him coming across campus and is about to go and hug him when some hoe stops her whole run to chat it up in his face. “Ughhh,“ she thinks to herself as she rolls her eyes and leaves. Trevante later sees her when he enters the science building, and she walks past him in the busy crowd like he wasn't even there.
“So I make you bussit and you cant speak?! Do I need to show these people how I had you screaming at my place the other night for you to notice me?” he asks, grabbing her arm and turning her around to him.
“Why should I? You obviously have no shortage of hoes popping up, doing cartwheels and shit to say Hello. You got ya community dick in everybody so what you need me for?” She says angrily yanking her arm back away from him as she heads to class.
“What? You jealous, babygirl?” he asks placing his hand on her lower back, wrapping it around her hip.
“Don’t you ever fix your lips to say that phrase to me again! Fuck I got to be jealous of? Getting any bitch’s leftovers? I’m good on that! Trust,” she says stepping on his foot and going through the crowd into her class. A few minutes later he takes a seat next to her.
“So you really hurt my feelings back there but I guess I can let it slide. Are you mad at me for some reason?” He asks, putting his bookbag down.
“Why the fuck are you here? Get the fuck out before class starts,” she says barely above a whisper through gritted teeth.
“Oh you didn’t know? I’m in this class now.” he says nonchalantly looking at the board of the lecture hall.
“Okay, whats the name of it then, genius?” She says with her head in her hand, propped on the little desk as she takes out her notebook and colored pens.
“Uhh, Biochemistry 3 apparently,” he says squinting and finding it somewhere on the board.
“Get out before the professor sees you,” she says pinching his leg.
“Ow! No, I’m not leaving until your not mad at me cause I don’t like it,” he says rubbing the area she just pinched.
“I’m still gonna be mad by the end of this class but I will be more mad if you stay, so just leave,” she says rolling her eyes, looking at the time on her phone, wanting him to hurry before class starts.
“Fine, promise to talk about it later and I will go,” he says, not wanting to upset her further.
“Okay fine, just go,” she says pushing him in the seat.
“Give me a kiss first,” he turns and puckers his lips, to which she mushes away, trying to see if his antics has garnered an audience.
“No! Get out!,” she says pinching him again.
“I’m not going anywhere till I get my smooches,” he says crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair.
“Fine here! Leave!” She says giving him a quick peck on the lips, which he extends by holding her face, kissing her a few extra times.
“See you later, babygirl,” he says flicking her chin before leaving.
She doesn’t even bother to look around, knowing everyone was probably looking at her. She smiles to herself as she writes her name and date at the top of the PowerPoint print outs, adding a quick doodle, the words Vante and Tommie placed in a heart. She rolled her eyes and crossed it out as she focused on the professor beginning his lecture.
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